The Great Blowjob

a Novelette by Varkel

Fall, 2011

�Jesus Christ never whacked off!�

The Dean of Men, a clean-shaven man of forty, stood on the dais facing the incoming freshmen.� He surveyed their disparate faces, some callow, some not.� None of them bore facial hair, though he suspected most had shaved at least once.� He grinned and said in an affable manner, �I believe that got your attention.�

The response was more titters than laughter.� Many pairs of eyes had widened.

�Guys,� he continued, �you chose this college because of its distinctive calling.� We are all committed Christians who seek to live and serve in Christ-like purity and dedication.

�We are a rather small institution with a single dormitory, now enlarged to three floors, that houses students of both genders.� Freshman girls occupy the third floor and boys the second.� On your entrance forms you all signed the pledge of abstinence, so there should be no problem about that.

�Many of you have struggled with another, related issue since the onset of puberty.� I�m speaking of masturbation.� Christ never whacked off!� Excuse my usage of the vernacular, but this is very important for your further development, your growth to leadership.� Abstinence is more than just refraining from sinful copulation.� You must also avoid self abuse.� Even though some of you in your youthful ignorance may have succumbed to such odious behavior, that stops here!� You are men now and must practice self-restraint.�

�I�ve never done it!� a tall boy shouted proudly from the crowd.

�Praise the Lord,� the dean responded.

The other boys shuffled their feet and glanced aside at their neighbors.

* * *

In the same auditorium an hour later the Dean of Women did not mention anything of a sexual nature to her charges; she assumed they were all shy virgins.

�What you need is pep!� she declared, having reached the �encouragement� part of her speech.� �You are women now, and so you must decide whether you are going out for cheer leading or sports like badminton.�

�What about the boys?� a slight figure asked.� �They�ll live just below us.� Won�t they peek?�

�They aren�t that sort,� the dean said, �not our young men. �But Satan is always working to capture souls so I suggest that you all remain vigilant.�

*� * *� ���������������

After freshman orientation, Dorothy and Linda climbed the stairs to their newly assigned dorm room.� They had met just that afternoon.� Linda, a striking blonde, was a head taller than her room mate, whose brunette hair showcased a pale, oval face that was cutely awkward rather than pretty.� Dorothy felt a measure of intimidation in the presence of Linda who had the body of a model and the face of a starlet.

�Nothing new here,� said the blonde upon entering their shared room.� �It�s just what we saw in the college brochure.�

It was a moderately large room with beds, dressers � two of everything.� A door opened on a bathroom that they shared with the neighboring room.

Dorothy felt a need to comment.� �In fact it is new.�� Her eyes flicked across the blonde�s face.� �The brochure said our floor and the one below were just finished in the summer.� We�re the first to live here.�

Linda shrugged.� �If you call it living.�� She took charge.� �Which bed do you want?� Or we could trade back and forth.�

�Trade back and forth?�

�My sister and I do that all the time.�

�Could I have the one near the wall?� Dorothy said.

�That�s fine with me.� Why did you chose it?� I hope it�s not for some defensive notion.� You don�t have to fear me.� We�re going to be room mates for the next four years.�

Dorothy had indeed chosen the bed against the wall because she would feel safer sleeping there.� But she did not fear the taller girl.� After all, the Lord would protect her.

�Where are you from?� asked Linda after she sprawled onto the other bed.

�Kansas,� Dorothy replied.� �I live on a farm.�

�I�m a city girl myself � Cleveland,� the blonde responded.� �Is it true what they say about farm girls?�

�What do they say?�

�Well, that, ah, you learn a lot about sex from watching the animals.�

�Except for two cats and a dog, we don�t have any animals.� Dad grows corn on four hundred acres.� I never learned anything about sex from watching my pets.� We don�t talk about it at home, but I know the basics.� I suppose you do too.�

�Yeah, the basics.� But we talked about it at school � just with other girls, of course.� We kept track of who was going steady, and we wondered what those couples did alone together.�

�You see, Linda, talking about it makes you curious, then it�s all downhill from there.� If you�re like me, you won�t have sex until you�re married.� So why talk about it?�

�The thing is, I read about it too.�

�Trashy novels?� Why do you waste your time with such stuff, Linda?�

�There�s great literature about love and sex, Dorothy, and I think we should know more about it than just the basics.�

�To what purpose?� You and your husband will learn all about it on your wedding night.� Don�t you like surprises?�

�What if your new husband is, ah, already experienced?�

�I wouldn�t marry such a person.� I want a truly Christian man, preferably a minister.�

�I wish I were as certain as you, Dorothy.� I think there�s a lot more to sex than we now think.�

�Then let�s not think or talk about it, Linda.� Let�s just concentrate on our studies.� Maybe you should pray and ask Christ to forgive you your sinful wondering.�

�I pray enough!� And wondering is not sinful!�

�Curiosity killed the cat, as they say back home.�

�Have you ever dated a boy, Dorothy?�

�I have friends who are boys, but I�ve never dated.� What�s the point?� I�ve enjoyed going to movies and Dairy Quick with other kids, some of them boys.� But there is no reason to get, ah, personal.�

�I�ve dated a few times, but I never had a steady boy friend.� Mom wouldn�t allow it.� You know, there�s something about the way they smell and how they smile, like they have a secret.�

�You know what that secret is, Linda, and it�s sinful.�

�I know, I know.� Mom has told me about it, but I can�t help it.� I sometimes get tingly when I see certain boys at the beach.�

�Stop right there, Linda!� I don�t like this conversation.� If you insist on talking like that, maybe you should get another room mate.�

�I�m sorry, Dorothy.� I�ll keep my mouth shut about boys and sex.� Besides, it would be a hassle to get a new room assignment.�

�* * *

Greg was the boy who had announced at freshman orientation that he had never masturbated.� His roommate, Jason, was quite a different story.� To keep his nerves relaxed and his mind sharp, Jason needed to whack off at least twice a day.

He asked, �Is it really true, what you said at the assembly about having never whacked off?�

�Yes, and I�m proud of it.� I�m proud that I have succeeded in resisting Satan�s lure of physical gratification for a sinful deed.�

�Oh, come on!� Think about it!� Males mature earlier than modern society allows them to marry and have sex.� What�s a guy to do?�

�Jesus never whacked off, Jason.� Think about that.�

�I have thought about it.� I don�t know that Christ never stroked his sausage, Greg, despite what everyone says.� How would they know?� There is no evidence in the New Testament one way or the other.� I understand your position, although I don�t share it.� But don�t you think that Jesus at age thirteen might have had wet dreams?�

�We don�t know about his life at that age.�

�Exactly my point, Greg.� For all we know Jesus might have been a habitual whacker, and he might also have dicked the village girls.�

�You�re not talking like a serious Christian, Jason.� Why did you choose this college?�

�My dad chose it for me, if you must know.� He�s a religious nut who�s on the board.� I�m a legacy.� About wet dreams, though, didn�t you have them after puberty?�

�I�ll tell you the truth, Jason.� One night when I was thirteen Satan came to me and I in my sleep was helpless to resist him.� I experienced a tremendous rush of pleasure, and when I awoke my shorts were sodden with my sinful effluent.� But I prevented that from happening again.�

�How did you do it?�

�At bed time I would tie a rubber band tightly around my penis to prevent blood from enlarging it during sleep.� That worked.�

�Ingenious!� But go to such lengths to avoid something that is entirely natural?� I�ve wacked off twice a day for the past five years, and sometimes I�m very inventive going about it.� No one is hurt.� It�s not like sticking your cock into a girl.� That maybe is a sin and it�s also dangerous.�

�You don�t understand, Jason.� The true sin is allowing yourself to have an involuntary orgasm, and worse yet giving yourself one by hand.�

�Orgasm is sinful?� Where in the Bible do you read that?� And don�t tell me about Onan, because that�s Old Testament.�

�It�s part of the Bible, Jason.�

�So is the Sermon on the Mount, and I�m not aware that many Christians take that to heart.�

�Jason, you are obviously a confused sinner.� Let�s kneel together and pray for your salvation.�

�Not now, pal.� I�m going to take a shower � and whack off.�

* * *

�Dorothy, who�s that?� asked Linda, the statuesque blonde.

�Do you mean that fellow in the leather jacket?� said Dorothy, the petite brunette.

�Yeah, the hot one.�

�You don�t remember?� We met him last night at the Freshman Barbecue.�

�Oh, we did, didn�t we?� I thought he looked familiar.� Do you remember his name?�

�Mmm.� Lesley something.� He�s the Dean of Men�s son.�

�Then that makes him Lesley Simmons.� I think he�s a senior.�

Dorothy giggled.� �Funny you can remember his father�s name!�

�I like older men.�

The brunette giggled again.� �If he�s a senior he qualifies.� Hold it, I just remembered.� He�s the dean�s stepson.� His name is Lesley Sylvester.� Uh-oh!� Here he comes.�

The girls were strolling hand-in-hand across the quadrangle toward their dorm, returning from supper at the cafeteria.� The early evening was cool in late spring.� The man in question had departed a group of male students and approached them on an intersecting course.� In addition to the leather jacket, fully open down the front, he wore jeans and well scuffed riding boots.� He was a hands-width taller than Linda, herself no little girl, slim with a sharp-planed face and blue eyes.

Intercepting them, he smiled, gaze lingering on the tall blonde.� �I was hoping I�d get to see you again, and here you are!�� His voice was a resonant baritone.

Linda almost squeaked.� �You � you did?�� Her face reddened brightly.

Dorothy possessed more aplomb.� �We met you last night,� she said with a smile.� �In case you don�t remember, she�s Linda Clayborne and I�m Dorothy Firstwell.� We�re freshmen.�

�Oh, I remember.� I wanted to ask Linda if it was she I saw at the Senior Fellowship Tuesday night.�

�No,� said the blonde in a low voice.

The brunette explained, �We didn�t get here until Wednesday.�

�That�s good,� he said.� �I didn�t attend it either.�

Both girls blinked at him.� �That�s silly,� said Dorothy.

�It was meant to be funny.�

Linda managed a weak laugh.

Dorothy said pertly, �Like your leather jacket and riding boots?�

He developed a wounded look.� �What�s wrong with them?�

�In late spring?�

He smiled broadly.� �You afraid I�ll get too hot?� The fact is I�ve been riding my motorcycle.�

Linda declared, �I think they look dashing.�� Her face brightened again.

�She likes you,� said Dorothy unnecessarily.

�And I like her,� he responded, looking into Linda�s eyes but no longer smiling.� �May I give you a call at the Freshman Dorm later on?� Say in a day or two, after you�ve settled in?�

The blonde�s eyes widened and lips parted.� The question clearly stunned her.� She managed to stammer, �If � if you � really want to.� But I don�t know the number.�

The smiled again.� �Oh, I�ll get the number.� Not allowing freshmen to have cell phones is stupid, isn�t it?�

Dorothy said primly, �It�s so we can study.�

�So they say,� he seemed to agree, �but we have lots of things to study.�� He produced another beaming smile just for Linda.� �I�ll talk to you later.�

She simpered, �P-please do.�

He turned and walked away, whistling Yes, Sir, She�s my Baby, which neither of the girls recognized.� They resumed their stroll to the dorm.

Dorothy repeated mockingly, ��P-please do.��

�Oh, wow!�� Linda pulled the brunette against her.� �Do you believe that?� I�ve practically got my first date.�

Dorothy pushed herself away from the blonde and shook her head.� �That boy is dangerous, I tell you!�

�Oh, honey, he is so not a boy!�

* * *

�Oh god, oh god, that feels so good!�� Lacey Carter smiled lazily up at Blake Bingham, whose extended arms supported his head and shoulders above hers.� She was a plump blonde with shoulder-length hair, large breasts, wide hips, and cellulose beginning at age 39 but no stretch marks.� Her heart-shaped face was attractive though not exactly pretty.

�Are you coming again?� asked Blake, panting a little at the fast pace.� He was 36, clean-shaven with brown hair and well-built.

�We�re both about to,� announced Claire Bingham, lying on the same float with Lacey, so close that her upper arm concealed Blake�s hand on the arm that support his chest.� She was slim but curvy at 38, having married Blake when she was 24.� Her head was thrown back on the float edge, brown hair trailing in the water.

Fred Carter�s hips lay atop Claire�s, plunging at a moderate pace.� His upper torso was twisted to the right, supported by that elbow, while his left hand squeezed Claire�s ample tit.� He was now 36, the same age as Blake, having married Lacey when she was 25 in a double wedding with Blake.� Now he mumbled something.

�I know what you said,� declared Lacey with a frown.� �Don�t call us bitches.�

He explained, �I said, �Lucky bitches.��

Claire emitted her soprano giggle.� �Don�t be jealous.�

Blake remarked, �I thought you said you broads were coming.�

Claire was still giggling.� �What if we�d rather argue?�

Lacey said, �That�s the great advantage of the missionary.�

Claire�s giggle continued.� �Right.� Who can talk with a cock in her mouth?�

Lacey declared, �Not me.� Mamma said don�t talk with my mouth full.�

Claire laughed shortly.� �But a pussy full is all right.�

�Oh, yes!�

�I know you think so.� You like two cocks at once.�

�The fuller the better.� If they�re not too long.�

Claire said with feeling, �Long or short, fat or lean, just give me cock.�

�Huh!� You forget Malcolm Longeon at Phi Delta Tau.�

��Long John.�� You�re right.�� Claire shivered.� �Only one place to take a cock that long.�

�Now they�ve started bragging,� said Blake, slowing his pace.

Fred demanded, �What place?�

Both women spoke in harmony: �Up your ass.�

Blake said, �An ass is deeper than a pussy?�

Lacey answered, �Ass has no cervix to get banged.� That hurts some women.� Like me.�

�Long John would hurt anybody,� said Claire.� �Did we ever tell you guys how glad we are you�re big but not too big?�

Fred asked curiously, �How big was Long John?�

�About like your forearm.�

�Jesus Christ!�

Claire giggled.� �It almost gave me religion too.�

Blake wondered, �He was a member of Phi � of that fraternity?�

�Actually he was the janitor, but of course the guys liked to watch him fuck.�

�That�s interesting.� You know, you girls never have talked much about those parties.� How many fraternities did you, ah ��

�Fuck?� suggested Claire.� �All of them.� In three years.�

�Wow!� Real party girls!�

Lacey sighed.� �You know what we were, Blake.� Until you two made us honest.�

Claire giggled.� �Honest husband-swappers, you mean.�

�What were you?� asked Fred.

�Whores,� Lacey said flatly.

�I knew that,� said Blake, hips still pumping slowly.

�Guess I did too,� said Fred.� �How much did they pay you � by the party or the guy?�

�It�s odd,� said Lacey after a moment.� �We thought it was okay as long as it was the frat that paid us, instead of the individual guys.� The going rate was a hundred bucks each per party, which is cheap as hell if you think nowadays it won�t buy one quickie.� But we got all the hundred.� And no taxes.�

�That was 16 years ago,� said Claire, adding, �And the frat guys were clean.�

�And we loved fucking, couldn�t get too much.�

�Still love it.� Come up a little, Fred.�

But Blake�s interest had grown.� �How long did you fuck in the frats, three years?�

�Almost,� said Lacey.� �We started in our freshman year.� My first one was the New Year�s party.� Only a few guys hadn�t gone home.� I thought, �Wow, what awesome fun!�� When I admitted I liked it, they put me down for the next one, told me I�d get twice the cocks.�

�Claire was there too?�

Lacey glanced at the younger woman, who was grimacing in approaching climax.� �She was a year ahead of me, you know.� We didn�t meet till some time in the spring.� I liked her right away.� She was a sweetheart who loved cock as much as I did.� Sometimes we fucked for hours.� Oh god!� Push a little harder, will you, Blake?�

Wavelets criss-crossed the pool as the common float began to undulate.� Lacey screamed softly, not so much as to excite interest beyond the Bingham�s back yard, enclosed as it was in high hedges.� Her lower tones harmonized with Claire�s moans.

* * *

With the temperature in the mid-80s, it was the warmest day of spring so far.� A few people were taking lunch on the cafeteria�s old-fashioned veranda, mostly professors and other adults.� Dorothy and Linda emerged from the cafeteria and threaded their way through the diners clustered around the door.

Continuing a conversation begun inside, Linda said, �How did your place get flooded?� Do you live in a river bottom?�

�Close,� said Dorothy, �but it would�ve been no problem except for the dam gates.�

As she spoke, she was passing a table where a woman was rising with a tray containing the remains of her meal.� She was of early middle-age, wearing a skirted business suit with a ruffled blouse.

Eyes narrowing, her face snapped around to the girl.� �What did you say, young lady?�

Dorothy recognized her as the Dean of Women, who had addressed the freshmen just yesterday, and stammered, �I-I � I was talking to her.�� She tilted her head toward Linda.

�I�m sure you weren�t talking to me!� said the woman with a sneer.� �It�s what you said I want repeated.�

Under attack by authority, Dorothy could remember nothing.� Her mind had gone blank.� �I don�t know what I said.�

The dean nodded with a scowl.� �I wouldn�t know either!� Young lady, did you forget where you are?�

�Uh, uh ��

�CLC insists that you wipe out the bad habits you brought with you and adopt proper Christian habits.� In particular you must not curse anything, not ever.� The curse words that are so familiar you can�t remember saying them must be stricken from your vocabulary.� Do you understand what I�m saying?�

�I, uh ��� The girl straightened her shoulders.� �Ma�am, I understand what you said but I don�t understand why.�

The woman sniffed.� �Believe me, you will before the semester is finished.�� Whirling, she carried her tray into the building.

Dorothy immediately continued down the veranda steps and waited for Linda to draw abreast.� Wide-eyed, she regarded her friend.� �Do you have any idea what that was all about?�

Linda�s hand covered her mouth, trying to suppress giggles.� ��Dam gates,�� she quoted.

The brunette�s gaze became introspective.� After a moment she breathed, �Damn gates!� She thought I was cussing.�

The blonde could not suppress her mirth.� Frankly laughing, she managed to say, �I�ll bet what she heard was, �Would�ve been no problem except for that damn Bill Gates� � that is, if she�s a Windows user.�

Dorothy nodded slowly.� �You�re probably right, but good heavens!� I never cuss.�

�I know that, but she surely doesn�t.�� Linda giggled again.� �She�s certain to remember you the next time she sees you.�

The brunette turned around to face the cafeteria.� �I ought to find her and explain.�

The blonde sniffed.� �She�s just like my mother: you wouldn�t get a word in edgewise.�

Linda started for the dorm and called over her shoulder with another giggle, �Just stay away from my innocent self, you little Christian foul-mouth!�

* * *

The kids, having met and become a familiar group over the previous week, were walking across the quadrangle to the dorm after lunch the next day.

�It looks like rain,� said Jason, holding up an open palm as through to capture a drop.

�No question about that,� responded Linda.� �Let�s hurry.� I want to get my umbrella.�

�What for?� asked Greg.

�I�m going to the library to cram for Monday�s exam.�

�Hey, guys,� said Dorothy, �that�s more than a rain storm coming.� Look at the sky.� It�s dark green.�

Greg shrugged.� �So it�ll be a cloud burst.�

�I�m from Kansas, guys.� I know my weather.� We�d better get to some kind of shelter.�

�Are you predicting a hurricane?�

�You city guys are so dumb!� Look!� There�s a spout nearing the ground.� We�re in for a tornado!�

The others respected Dorothy, despite her diminutive figure.� They broke into a run for the dorm.

Jason glanced at the sky before entering the door.

�The funnel�s gone,� he said.

�Don�t let that fool you,� Dorothy insisted.� �Conditions are right for a tornado.�

Jason and Greg clambered up the stairs to their room on the second floor while the girls took the elevator to theirs on the third.

�The A/C is out!� Jason exclaimed.� �I thought it felt close in the hallway.�

�What now?� said Greg.� �The windows don�t open.� This place will turn into a sauna.�

�We could strip down,� Jason said with a grin.

�Sure, why not?�� Greg immediately began to undress.

Jason did not expect this response.� �Isn�t it against your religion to display your stuff?�

�There is nothing sinful about nudity.� I learned that in junior high.�

�Who told you that?�

�Coach Clark,� Greg responded after dropping his undershorts to stand nude.� �Coach insisted that all us guys swim naked in the pool.� I didn�t want to until he told me it was healthy and not sinful.�

�Hah!� I knew a coach like that in junior high.� He�d have us line up then measure our dicks.� We all had woodies by the time he was finished.� He gave us a lame excuse about it, but most of us knew that he just wanted to handle our dicks.�

�Coach Clark was a Christian man.� He would never take advantage of us like that, even if he was attracted to adolescent males bodies.�

�Was he?�

�I think so.� He said that some boys can be prettier than girls.� But he never touched me, except a few times on the thigh and chest.�

�I bet he was queer like my coach.� Mine got caught sucking the cock of a thirteen year old.� He was sent off to prison, and I think he�s still there.�

�So now we�re naked,� Greg observed, glancing casually at Jason�s modest member.

�You�re better hung than I, Greg.� You must dangle four inches.�

�So what?� Would you make comments on the shape of my nose or the length of my toes?� We�re all God�s creatures regardless of skin color and the condition of our body.�

�You mean people don�t have differences?�

�Not in God�s eyes.�

�Well, they sure do in mine!� Jason declared.� �How hard do you get? �Some guys with dongs like yours just swell with blood and don�t get any longer.� I don�t dangle much but my erection grows to over six inches.�

�Again, so what?� I think I�ll take a shower and cool off.�

�That�s what I had in mind.� It�s getting really stuffy in this room.�

The boys walked toward the bath room.

�I�m first,� Greg said.

�Let�s share,� Jason retorted.

�The shower stall is not large enough, and besides you don�t have pure intentions in that suggestion.�

As they entered the bath room, Jason was struck with a variation on a thought, that it takes impurity to notice it.� Before he could voice it, a terrible howling arouse from outside.� The building shuddered violently and the ceiling tiles fell upon them in a shower of white dust.

The room tilted backward and the far wall ripped off.� They glimpsed the brick wall of an adjacent building dimly through thick rain and flying trash.� Overwhelmed by the unbelievable violence, they did not immediately record in their minds the sudden appearance of Linda and Dorothy.� The girls had fallen into the wreck of the bath room from the floor above.� They were clad in panties and bras.

Instinctively all four clung together as they felt an unmistakable lift off the ground.� Mouths agape, they registered the impossible situation of soaring into the air, swirling as they went, and the certainty of their impending deaths.� Fierce wind shuffled the walls and debris around them.� Cold rain drenched their bodies until some large object fell upon them.� They did not die, lying in a hollow under it, and continued to fly in the storm�s vortex.� Although none of them realized it yet, no one had suffered more than mild cuts and abrasions.

�This is so unfair!� Linda screamed.� �Why aren�t we dead?� God is cruelly playing with us.�

�God is merciful!� Dorothy insisted.� �There is a purpose for what�s happening.�

They had been swirling in the air for a while before Linda noticed the boys� nakedness.

�Is this God�s purpose too?� she cried, pulling Dorothy�s head down to view Greg�s flaccid penis.

�He�s circumcised,� the smaller girl remarked, mouth under Linda�s ear.� �That�s common in America.�

�Is that all you have to say, Dorothy?� His � his � thing is visible.�

�He�s naked, that�s why.� It�s nothing special, considering the situation.� Besides, we�re about to die, you know.�

Jason and Greg had been gazing at the girls in wordless shock during those couple of minutes.� Jason had sprouted an erection.

�We�re not dead yet,� he said, placing a hand on one of Linda�s fulsome thighs.

�You beast!� Linda shouted, turning her hips away.

�God has a purpose,� Dorothy cried.� �I wonder what it is.�

�Whatever it is,� Greg muttered, almost to himself considering the noise, �I hope He let�s us know soon.�

But Dorothy heard him.� �Be careful what you pray for.�

Implausible minutes passed as they spun in the vortex.� Greg and Dorothy began to pray.� Linda, stupefied, watched as Jason masturbated and did not flinch as he extended a hand to feel her abundant breast.

His ejaculation, which landed on her panties and thigh, failed to elicit a response, because with a sudden crash they and the remnant of the building hit the ground.� Though actually unhurt, all four lost consciousness in the crash.

* * *

�Folks, this is what I call real fucking!�

Two couples, the Binghams and the Carters, occupied the Carter�s king-sized bed.� The two women were in position for mutual sixty-nine, with Claire Bingham, the brunette, atop Lacey Carter, the blonde, who lay on her back upon thick pillows.� The men knelt at either end of the ensemble.� Blake Bingham, the speaker, had thrust his cock into Lacey�s pussy, which Claire was licking.� At the other end Fred Carter�s cock was in his wife�s mouth, having just departed Claire.

No physical inhibitions remained among this foursome.� They had already executed a round this morning in which the men had penetrated one woman�s bottom together, alternating in the other�s, while the neglected female knelt behind them to suckle balls.� They were all in their late thirties, each woman, as appropriate to greater experience, being slightly older than her man.

Fred, slower of mind but who did, as he said, �eventually get there,� agreed. ��It really is!� You�d think they�d have a name for this position.�

Claire, mouth temporarily free, raised her head.� �Don�t they call it the �two-backed beast?��

�I�ve heard that,� mused Blake, �but I think it means just a single couple doing the missionary.�

Lacey pushed Fred back far enough to say, �I read a fuck story where the whores called it the �Big H.��� She immediately recaptured the turgid cock.

�I get it,� said Fred. ��You gals are the crossbar.�

�Whatever you call it,� said Blake, �I call it real fucking.�

�Well, it is that,� said Claire, �when Fred puts it back in the right place.�

Blake, at the moment in the right place, pushed harder and faster.� �Is this where you want it too, Lacey?�

The woman�s hips quivered and she moaned nasally.� After a long moment Fred announced, �She just came again.�

�How do you know?� said Blake.

�She bit me.�� With a grimace Fred transferred to the pussy of Claire, who issued a series of soprano grunts.

�Ever notice,� said Blake, �when one comes, the other is right behind her?�

�Yeah.� Then they do it again, the lucky bitches.�

Indeed the fucking was �real� in the Carter�s big bed as climaxes approached also for the men.� The two couples had been an item for over 15 years, following each other from university to job to job, currently owning adjacent houses in the southern city of Walton, swapping partners, cars and even homes with wild abandon, childless so far, amusing each other with a corrupted quote: �Those who fuck together stay together.�

But downstairs a forgotten television was tuned to a local station that had interrupted its regular programming.� On the screen the announcer�s face was contorted in horror as he read from the teleprompter.� �The high risk forecast is confirmed.� Tornado streams are ravaging our state.� A tornado is on the ground in Leesville, just southwest of Walton, and has already devastated the Christian Leadership College there.� Half a large dormitory is reported missing, simply lifted away.� This is a very powerful storm and is staying on the ground as it approaches Walton.� Anyone who has not evacuated from the city is in great danger.� You are strongly advised to take shelter in a basement or a room without windows.� Go there immediately.� This station is temporarily shutting ��

The screen went black as house power failed.� Upstairs the bedroom grew dark and the wind howled in the eaves, but the two men were immersed in the throes of rising orgasm while the women were already riding waves of ecstasy, seeing stars and hearing bells.� Judging by real sounds, a freight train was approaching at 60 MPH, but it only added to the mutual intensity.

Suddenly with a crash louder than thunder the room brightened as the roof above them vanished.� The bed itself was snatched into the air.� The fierce acceleration toppled the two men onto their sides, pressing them forcefully into the mattress, just as each was climaxing, their second time today.

Men and women immediately clutched each others� bodies with one arm and took fistfuls of the bedcover with the other.� Daring to peep, they could see only a violent fog.� The bed rocked and spun while rotating about some nearby center.� The wind shrieked and pulled the breath from their noses while a curiously thin rain stung their eyes.� They could breathe only by turning their faces downwind.� Brief glances showed the air around them full of debris: miscellany such as shingles and chunks of colorful insulation and recognizable objects like pots, pans, children�s toys, a leather sofa, a mahogany table and even a small automobile.

They hung onto each other and the bed, expecting to die at any moment.� Soon the bed�s spinning and rocking eased but the rotation increased so that centrifugal force threatened to throw them into the air.� The sound lowered in intensity.� Experimentally Blake yelled, �This must be a tornado.�

Lacey turned toward him and found she could breathe.� She screeched, �Are you sure?�

�What else could it be?�

Claire�s expression was full of awe.� She called, �Sorry to hear it.� With over a hundred men I never had sex like that!�

Lacey sneered.� �Don�t let it spoil you, honey.�

Claire giggled, a tinkle above the storm.� �You suppose another hundred would do it?�

�Maybe at the same time.�� Lacey added her own laugh.

Fred�s expression was fearful.� He yelled, �Where are we?�

Lacey, his wife, sneered again.� �In the heart of a tornado.� Where else?�

�But what�s keeping us in the air?�

Blake stuck his arm out past the edge of the bed and said, �Feel that.�

Gingerly Fred obeyed.� His eyes widened.� �The wind�s blowing up.�

Blake nodded.� �Makes sense.� Tornadoes suck stuff off the ground.�

�Stuff like us,� Lacey agreed.

Claire grinned hugely.� �You mean this is just a big blowjob?�

Blake shook his head at her.

Lacey fell in with her friend.� �Hey guys, stick your cocks over the side and give them satisfaction.�

Claire pretended apprehension.� �No, no, Fred; she�s just kidding.� That wind would suck him off.�

Everyone laughed but Fred.� �What�s the matter with you people?� God knows how high we are.� We�ll probably get dropped on our heads any minute.�

�Hold on to my legs,� Blake directed.� When willing hands clutched them, he slid his face slowly past the edge of the bed but returned momentarily.� �We�re pretty high.� Take a look.� You can see the ground down through a narrow, twisting funnel.�

Claire and Lacey approached the edge while Fred caught their legs.� �Wow, he�s right,� said Lacey.

�No, he isn�t,� said Claire.� �All you can see is trash and dust whirling around.�

�Huh!� That�s what the ground looks like,� said Blake.

�I need to pee,� said Lacey.

�Go ahead,� said Blake.� �Bed�s already wet.�

�Hold it as long as you can,� Claire countered.� �We might have to sleep in this bed.�

�We�ll grab on to you,� offered Blake, �if you want to pee over the edge.�

�But the wind�s blowing up,� said Lacey.� �It might still get on the bed.�

�I�ve got an idea,� said Claire.� �Catch that commode.�

Through a vagary of the wind a white porcelain toilet seat, trailing a length of pipe but minus the water tank, approached them, slowly spinning.

�What good would that do?� Fred scoffed.� �It�s not connected to anything.�

�What�ll we catch it with anyway?� mused Blake.� �Unless it comes a lot closer ��

Tantalizingly the commode swung near then fell away.� Fred pointed at something beyond it.� �That looks like a six pack of beer and I�m thirsty.�

�We can�t catch that either,� Blake grumbled.

But without effort of theirs the object wafted near and fell among them.� Indeed it proved to be a six pack of 12 oz. beer bottles.� Fred grabbed it up, jerked a bottle from the plastic wrapper and twisted off the cap explosively.� Obviously the tornado ride had agitated the beer, which sprayed widely, a gout of it drenching Claire�s ample chest in foam.� While Fred swigged half the remainer, Blake and Lacey bent to lick Claire�s breasts clean.� Fred passed the bottle to Claire.� �It�s warm but it�s wet.�

She said, �How about a fresh one?�

Lacey backed away, licking her lips with a sneer.� �I can�t believe you�re afraid of his germs after swallowing his jizz for 15 years.�

�Longer than that,� said Claire.� She took the bottle, finished it off and burped in harmony with Fred while Blake and Lacey shared another bottle.

* * *

Five miles away, whirling in an earlier funnel cloud, the four students lay in blank confusion, their limbs entangled.� They had regained consciousness but seemed unable to think.� Above stretched a dark cloud, filled with debris and gray whorls.� Ragged stubs of drywall framed them on three sides.� Whenever their platform rotated its open side to the wind, fiercely driven rain smashed into their bodies, tearing the breath from their throats until they turned their heads away.� Their world rolled and twisted, flinging them back and forth.

How long they endured that condition no one was ever able to say.� After a while they sustained an even greater shock than before, but a moment later they realized movement had ceased.� The rain died away along with the wind.� Having braced into positions that seemed to bear up under the onslaught, none of the students dared to move for several minutes.� Gradually the world became quiet.

Greg raised his head to look around.� Apparently all four of them lay beneath a long piece of furniture, one end of which was perched on an overturned chair, the other on a pile of books, that supported the thing with enough clearance for them underneath it.

Jason, of course naked as he, was atop Dorothy in the missionary position, their bodies aligned opposite Greg and Linda, whose eyes were open, staring into Greg�s.� He realized she was whimpering.

The two girls wore only brassieres and panties; apparently they had been relaxing in their bedroom.

Where were they now?� The carpet upon which he lay was wet but clearly pinkish.� Jason�s bedroom had been decorated with tan carpet.� But before the world ended, he and Jason had been standing in the bathroom, which had a tile floor.� He shook his head.� At least they were alive.

Linda coughed and raised her head to regard him inquiringly.

�We�re alive!� Greg exclaimed.

�Are you sure?� she asked.

�This certainly doesn�t resemble the heaven I�ve heard about.�

Linda�s eyes actually twinkled.� �I thought we were about to die.�

Jason had rolled onto his elbow partly off Dorothy.� �It feels like we must have landed.�

Dorothy warned, �Listen!�

They paused.� The wind picked up and resumed its howl.� A wall of rain passed over them, though the furniture item above mostly protected them.

Eyes huge, Jason screamed, �The tornado is coming back!�

�They don�t do that!� yelled Dorothy.� �It�s another one.�

Wind from a different direction shoved them and blew away the three protecting walls.� Greg wrapped his arms around his head and assumed the fetal position.� Suddenly he felt more than heard a huge thump pass through the ground.� The item of furniture lifted up but fell back, still covering them.� They hunkered down and dared not move until some time had passed and Greg realized he heard voices.

�Come on, Jason,� he said; �help me get this furniture off us.�

* * *

Between them the two couples, still airborne, drank three bottles of beer.� �Should we hang on to what�s left?� asked Lacey, clutching one while the swirling wind plucked at it.

�It�s all we�ve got to drink,� Claire pointed out.� �God knows how long this � flight will last.�

�I doubt we have to worry,� said Blake.� �When this tornado gets tired of us, the landing is gonna be rough.�

�Anyway we don�t have anywhere to keep it,� said Lacey.

�Under the top sheet?� Claire suggested.

It was a fitted sheet whose elastic had surrendered years ago and so was safety-pinned to the mattress, likely the only reason it was still attached to the bed.� But Lacey shook her head.� �If you undo the pins we�ll lose the sheet.�� She smiled.� �I know where we can keep two bottles.�� She spat into her palm, wet the bottom half of her bottle and worked it into her pussy, looking up with a triumphant grin when only the neck and cap protruded.

�God, yes!� agreed Claire.� �You liked to do that at frat parties too.�

Lacey grinned.� �So did you.�

Nodding, Claire performed the same involution.

The men goggled, craning their necks.� Holding up the third, Fred said, �What about this one?�

Claire leered.� �You�ve got just the pocket.�

He shook his head with certainty.� �Not me.�

Blake suggested, �His cunt is inside-out.�

�But his asshole isn�t.�

Fred peered at the bottle fearfully.� �Put this thing up my ass?�

Lacey grinned hugely.� �As you told me years ago, Fred, you�ve shat bigger than that.�

Fred shook his head.� �Not without a quart of Vaseline.� I�ve got another spot.�� He twisted off the cap, turned the bottle up and chug-a-lugged it down.

�Selfish prick!� snarled Lacey.

Fred was saved from further disgrace by the sudden arrival of a large cloth item that bowled among them, knocking them apart.� Lacey nearly rolled off the bed but caught the bedsheet in time to stop her torso slide.� The green cloth item was well padded, probably explaining their lack of serious injury.

Groggily regaining his senses, Blake cried, �What the hell is this?�

Claire, smoothing out the cloth, said, �Here�s a zipper.� I think �� I think it�s a sleeping bag.�

�Well, then, unzip it.�

She obeyed.� When the upper halves parted, however, a human head arose from within.� It was beardless, probably a young female with stringy, washed-out blonde hair and blue eyes.� She peered around at the nude people and the sky full of whirling junk then said something inaudible.

�Speak up!� ordered Blake.� �This isn�t Sunday School.�

She said in an indignant soprano, �I know that!� It�s Saturday.� But am I dead?�

�Not yet.� What are you doing in that sleeping bag?�

�Sleeping.� What else?�

�On a Saturday afternoon?�

�Had a fight with my campmates and went off in the woods.�

�Of course, dear,� said Lacey sympathetically, �and huddled down for a good cry.� How old are you?�

The newcomer looked from one to the other.� �How old do I have to be?�

Blake laughed.� �To ride a tornado with four awful sinners?� That takes real age!�

Her chin rose.� �I�m thirteen and a virgin.�

He drew back.� �What?� You admit it?�

The girl sat up further in the bag and studied the four of them carefully.� �What�s really happening?�� She wore a bikini top that had little to conceal.

�As best we can tell,� said Claire, �we�ve been caught up in a huge tornado.� What�s your name, honey?�

�Florrie.� Florence Nightwall.�

�I�m Claire Bingham.� This is my husband, Blake.� The other two are Fred and Lacey Carter.� You stay in that bag.� Its padding offers a little protection.�

�But it�s hot.� I�m glad to meet you folks.� Did you know the storm was coming?�

�We didn�t pay attention.�� Claire grinned.� �As Blake says, we were busy sinning.� Did you know about it?�

�The counselors said we had a tornado watch.� When the sky got black, I zipped up my bag and went to sleep.�

�In a tent?�

�Yeah.� Then I just sailed up into the air.� People talk about folks doing that in something called the �Rapture.�� Is this it?�

�Some of us � you, for example � may be on your way to heaven,� said Lacey dryly, �but if so this is just the start.�

Florrie�s face grew solemn.� �No, not me.�

Blake chuckled.� �You a sinner too?�

Her eyes glinted.� �But I�m thirteen and a virgin.�

�Okay.�� He spread his hands.� �Despite how we look, Florrie, we don�t intend to change that.�

Florrie�s expression became intent.� �What if I ��

�What if you what?�

�Took all my clothes off too?�

Blake studied her with a twinkle.� �Have you heard, �When in Rome, do as the Romans do?��

Without speaking, the girl rose to her knees and divested herself of both bikini halves, which she thrust back into the bag.� Her face was plain and adorned with a yellow zit on one cheek.� Her body was lean but curving, with thick pubes, also pale blonde, shaven enough for a bikini or a tufted Mohawk.� She had just enough body fat to cover her ribs.� It was a pleasing figure despite the shallow mammaries.� Her nipples were pink lumps.

�You look thirteen,� judged Fred, �except for that thick hair.� You really a cherry?�

�I really am.�

�Show us.�

The girl�s eyes narrowed.� The adults expected her to refuse with a blush, but she pointed to Lacey.� �I�ll show you,� and reclined on her back in the bag.

The others looked around with raised eyebrows while Lacey bent to pry apart the well-haired labia.� �Yeah, she has her maidenhead � not that it makes any sense.�

�What�s wrong with it?� asked Florrie aggrievedly.

Claire�s lip curled.� �You�re brazen for a thirteen year-old.� Are you sure you�re not eighteen?�

Lacey backed away, adding incredulously, �An eighteen year-old virgin?�

�It�s possible,� said Blake doubtfully.

�Nowadays?� said Lacey.� �Tell us, Florrie, where�s your home?�

The girl�s lips hardened.� �In the Sand County orphanage.�

Blake�s eyes widened.� �Any virgin is incredible there!�

Claire grinned.� �Just last year they proved the director was a pedophile.�

Lacey said, �Didn�t he like you, Florrie?�

�I don�t want to talk about it.�

Fred shook his head.� �I can�t believe you people: badgering a teenager when we�re all about to die.�

�What badgering?� asked Blake.� �Florrie, do you want to die a virgin?�

�No!� the girl declared.

He grinned.� �Maybe we can fix that.�

But Claire laughed.� �If you can get it up in a tornado.�

The bed lurched and rocked, distracting Blake from the nubile young body before him.� The girl screamed and everyone clutched their handfuls of bedsheet.

Claire�s eyes widened.� �It feels like we�re falling!�

Indeed it did.� The circle of debris seemed to be enlarging and the screaming wind was definitely easier.

�Hang on,� cried Blake, �unless we get flipped over.�

For the first time they could see through the swirling fog.� Lacey closed her eyes and ducked her head: the sight was sickening.� Patches of blue sky, greenish land and what resembled blue water whirled all around them.� With a squeal Florrie dived back into her sleeping bag and zipped it up.

�We need to pray!� declared Lacey, arms wrapped around her head.

Fred said, �What good would that do?�

�What else is there?�

Claire sniffed.� �Pray, you say?� To Who � or what?� God sent the tornado.�

Blake threw his arm over Claire�s shoulder and crushed a big handful of bedsheet with the other hand.

Lacey screamed, �We�re gonna hit any sec��

A thunderous crash stifled her speech.� All of them bounced but held on to the bedsheet with death grips.� The mattress lifted off the bed but fell back, bearing them with it and destroying the bed frame.� It was a top-of-the-line innerspring mattress and it bounced them again.� Two beer bottles emerged unbroken among them.� Florrie and her sleeping bag were thrown off the bed but landed beside it.

Dazedly they looked around.� After taking a couple of breaths Fred ran his hand over Lacey�s grapefruit-sized tit.� �God, we�re alive!� he exclaimed in awe.

�Are you sure?� demanded Claire.� �Where�n hell do you think we are?�

�Not in hell!�� Blake rose up on his extended hands, eyes glaring wildly.� �On the beach!� he declared.

The others sat up.� Their mattress was perched at a slant atop a mound of furniture in the corner of a painted inside wall that blocked the view in two directions.� In the others, beyond scattered debris that seemed to be mostly crumpled drywall and house furniture, interspersed with splayed-open books, was gray-green brush and ocean waves.� The wind had almost died, rustling the bushy leaves only slightly, and the predominant sound was that of surf crashing on a beach.� As they stared the sun came out briefly before ducking behind another scudding cloud, easily visible because no roof interfered with sight of the sky.

�How can that be?� demanded Lacey.� �The beach is 40 miles away!�

Claire giggled.� �How far was Oz from Kansas?�

Blake said, �I don�t know which one of you is Dorothy, but this isn�t the Emerald City.� It�s the beach, one of the barrier islands, I expect.�

Claire�s eyes widened and her humor vanished with a gasp.

�What�s the matter?� asked Blake.

She pointed.� �That � couch is moving!�

Clearly it was a couch or settee, covered in false leather, cushionless, perched precariously between two mounds of trash.

Blake guessed, �Somebody�s under that!�

The two men rose to their feet and picked their way over the debris toward it.� As they approached Greg and Jason threw off the object, which tumbled away backwards, revealing the four students.� The men stared, thinking at first the four were also naked.

Blake stood over them.� Having grown accustomed to the screaming wind, though reduced now to a mere zephyr, he yelled, �Is anyone hurt?�

Dorothy rose on her elbows.� All four students gawked at the two men.� The boys covered their pubes while the girls concealed their breasts.

Jason goggled.� �You�re not from the school!�

��School?�� repeated Fred.

Linda declared with certainty, �They weren�t in the dorm!�

�They�re naked,� said Greg.

�So are you,� said Blake.� �I guess none of you is hurt.�

�No,� said Linda, �and we can hardly believe it.�

Jason got to his feet and stared past the men.� �That�s the beach!�

Blake said to Fred.� �Let�s look around for anybody else.�

As the two men moved away, the other three students stood up.� �It is the beach!� said Greg.

�Oh, we�re in trouble!� declared Dorothy.

��Trouble?�� said Jason.

�We�re restricted to the dorm this weekend.�

Linda grinned at her and gestured at the fallen couch.� �We�re still in the dorm, or what�s left of it.�

Thirty feet away the two women had risen off their mattress, found and unzipped Florrie�s sleeping bag and helped the girl emerge from it.� She was dizzy but unharmed.

She glanced around.� �Where are the guys?�

�They went to check on those four,� said Claire, tilting her head at the students.

Florrie gazed all around.� �Are we at the beach?�

�Looks like it.�

�How�d we get here?�

Lacey grinned.� �Did you ever hear of the Wizard of Oz?�

�Saw the movie.� Oh!� You mean ��� She took a deep breath.� �The tornado ��

�Brought us here,� Lacey completed, �just like Dorothy.�

�My god!�

Claire had been watching the four students.� She said, �Let�s go meet the Ozzians.�

Florrie peered.� �Are they naked too?�

�Looks like it.� Well, the girls are wearing bras and panties.�

The three moved delicately over the rubble, careful of their bare feet.� The students turned toward them as they approached.

Lacey smiled.� �Hello, there!� Did the storm destroy your home?�

��Our home?�� Jason repeated.� �We were in the dorm.�

�What�s that?� said Lacey.� �You don�t mean �dormitory.��

�Yes, I do.�

Both women looked around with wide eyes.� Claire said, �I don�t believe a college was here.�

Lacey grunted.� �How could kids learn anything at the beach?�

�Oh, wow!� murmured Florrie.

Jason shook his head.� �Are we really at the beach?�

�You hear the surf, don�t you? Then I take it you�re not citizens of Oz either.�

The students goggled at her.� Jason grinned.� �Oz?� That�s what they call Australia on Facebook.�

Linda declared, �I know we didn�t come that far!�

Although his hands still covered his pubes, Greg drew himself up.� �We�re from the Christian Leadership College in Sand County.�

�We�re from that county too,� said Claire: �the town of Walton.�

�Except me,� said Florrie.� �I was camping in Brooke County.� What were you guys doing?�

�Sitting on a couch in the dorm, chatting,� said Linda, pointing.� �That couch.�

�We were taking a shower,� said Jason, indicating Greg with his thumb.

Claire chuckled.� �Together?�

Both boys blushed, the color appearing on their chests as much as their faces.

Linda�s eyes narrowed after raking the nude women from top to bottom.� �What were you doing?� Is this a nudist colony?�

Claire�s chuckle subsided to a grin.� �Like you, we were having a little party.�

Dorothy�s eyes had rounded.� �God wanted us to join you.�� She undid her brassiere and passed it over her head.

�Don�t be silly,� said Greg.� �He wouldn�t smash a whole town to do that.�

But Dorothy was convinced.� She shoved her panties down while declaring, �It�s exactly what He�d do!� Remember Sodom and Gomorrah?�

�What do you mean?� asked Greg, startled by her fervor.

�He smashed two whole towns just to get Lot moving on.�

Jason actually chuckled.� �So Sand County was like Sodom?�

�Maybe Gomorrah,� suggested Lacey, intrigued.� �I know the sheriff.�

�Your god is a whimsical fellow,� muttered Claire dryly.� �I never heard of the Christian Leadership College.�

Greg said, �It bought the Grace College grounds and added two floors onto the dorm.�

Claire nodded.� �I heard of Grace.� It was a girls� school.�

Lacey added, �That went broke when it wouldn�t admit boys.�

Greg gawked at Dorothy.� �You think God hit CLC for letting boys in?�

Jason grinned.� �He didn�t object to us.�

Linda laughed.� �Maybe you don�t qualify.�

�Oh, yeah?�� Jason pointed to his cock.� �Then what�s that?�

�Taking a shower together,� she explained.

Again the boys blushed.

The two men returned to the group.� Blake announced, �No one else is under all this trash.� We five appear to be the only ones on the flight.�

�Nine,� Lacey corrected.� �These four kids were in the dorm at Christian Leadership, which is what they call Grace College these days.�� She waived her hand.� �Some of this mess � that couch at least � came with them.�

Blake looked carefully at the four students, squinted at Dorothy�s now total nudity and shook his head.� �That�s incredible!� Who ever heard of a tornado transporting people 40 miles and leaving them unhurt?�

Claire said, �One took Dorothy to the Emerald City.�

�Who?� asked Dorothy.� �My name is Dorothy.�

�There you go,� said Claire with a chuckle.

�I think it was two tornadoes,� said Greg.� �More stuff landed a few minutes after we did.�

�In any case,� said Lacey, �I think introductions are in order.�

She named the four adults and Florrie.� Linda acknowledged and named the four students.

Linda said, �Florrie, you were camping out?�

�With a lot of other kids, but I was alone in a tent when the storm came.�

�Naked?� said Jason, cocking his head.

�No,� she responded shortly without explanation.

Linda tossed her head.� �It seems to be the new style.�� Hands behind her, she popped her brassiere off and reached for her panties.

Jason admired the newly exposed breasts, almost handfuls even if not so ample as those of the women.� �You think Dorothy had a point?�

�What point?� asked Blake, also studying the exposure critically.

�She said God wanted us to join you and took off her underwear.�

�Did she!� I thought she was wearing something when we met.�

Dorothy mused, �A naked man isn�t pretty, exactly, but ��

Blake grinned.� �They teach that in your college?�

She said still pensively, �They teach to submit to God�s will.�� She waived around them.� �That�s what this is.�

Greg suggested, �Maybe we ought to hold a church service.�

Claire said scornfully, �A what service?� I think we better start looking for food and something to drink.� All we�ve got are two beers.�

Blake stared at the students.� �Are you sure none of you kids is hurt?�

After a moment�s introspection Jason said, �Not even a scratch.�

�That�s incredible!� declared Blake.

�Like everything else here,� agreed Claire.� �Do you have any idea exactly where we are?�

�Everybody look all around, see if you spot anything familiar.�

They stood atop a large dune.� On one side of it was a 200-yard wide beach of pale sand, where long lines of surf thudded and foamed and a flight of gulls sailed overhead.� On the other dark green bushes of tangled foliage bunched taller than a man, receding inward in stationary waves of their own.� A steady breeze, blowing from the water, rippled the leaves.� Above them the huge mass of clouds was scudding swiftly across the sky, quartering out to sea.� The sun appeared with increasing frequency.� The beach was straight from one horizon to the other with undifferentiated bushes opposing the seascape.� Neither tree nor landmark was discernible and no boat broke the sea�s horizon.

Lacey muttered, �How can this be?�

�What do you mean?� asked Claire.

�I didn�t think any beach was left without vacation houses everywhere you look.�

Blaire suggested, �Some of the Outer Bank islands are too hard to reach for development.� And there�s a 30-mile national park above Cape Hatteras.�

�If it�s the seashore park,� said Claire, �there should be a paved road beyond those bushes.�

Blake said, �Which we might find if we could get through the bushes.�

�Naked,� added Fred.

Lacey said, �Do any of you kids have clothes here?�

Jason and Greg kicked over some low mounds of debris: books, insulation, construction materials.� �Don�t look like it,� said Jason.

�Oh, god, the sun!� said Claire.� �It�ll burn us alive.�

Linda regarded the women inquisitively.� �Don�t you have any clothes?�

Lacey looked around, shook her head and grinned.� �The tornado rode us on our bed.� I guess we have one king-sized bed sheet.�

Linda�s eyes narrowed.� �Rode you on the same bed?�

Instead of blushing Lacey grinned wider.� �Like you under the same couch.�

Florrie said, �I have my sleeping bag.�

Blake stood with hands on hips.� �In a few minutes that sun will come out to stay.�� He looked at his undamaged wristwatch.� �And it�ll be high for hours yet.� We�ve got to find shelter for you females at least.�

�What we need,� said Claire, �is to call for rescue.� Do any of you guys have cell phones by any chance?�

Linda said, �The college doesn�t let us use them.� Don�t you have some?�

�Sure, but we didn�t take them to bed.�

�To bed?� repeated Dorothy as if puzzled.

�In the middle of the day!� noted Linda with a snicker.

�Were you sick?� asked Dorothy with a sympathetic look.

�Far from it,� said Fred, grinning at her.

�Then what were you doing �� You �� Oh.�� Dorothy blushed furiously.

�You guessed it,� said Fred, grinning wider.� �The big H.�

Jason�s eyebrows rose.� �Hot?� Heavy?�

�The shape, not the initial.� You four could make it.�

The youth licked his lips in speculation.

Linda said, �Let�s go down to the water.�

�Okay!� Dorothy agreed with a smile, turning toward the surf.

Claire cautioned, �Maybe you ought to wait till the sun is lower.�

�I can�t wait,� said Linda positively.

�Neither can I,� said Lacey, �not much longer.�

�Good idea!� agreed Jason, stepping over debris.

�Hold it,� said Claire.� �This time is girls only.�

He spun around, eyes wide: �What �?� then added sheepishly, �Oh.�

Blake said, �Guys, let�s find something to use for shade.� We can start with our bed sheet.�

* * *

The five nude females squatted among the wavelets above the surf and took their relief.� �Ah-h-h,� sighed Linda, �that feels good.�

Lacey grinned at her.� �More room out than in.�

�This water is cold,� complained Dorothy as a wave, inches taller than the usual, splashed her dangling cheeks.

�Too cold to swim?� challenged Florrie with a smirk.

Dorothy lowered her face.� �I don�t know how.�

�You get used to cold quick,� said Florrie, rising to her feet and taking a stride forward, where she paused, staring at the empty immensity before her.

Claire warned, �Don�t go out far enough to swim on a deserted beach,� and added with a snicker, �unless you can handle sharks better than cocks.�

Florrie sniffed around at the woman.� �Oh, I know how to handle them.�

�Better than what?� asked Linda, eyes widening.

Claire chuckled.� �Florrie was telling us about life at Sand Orphanage.�

��Better than ��� You don�t mean ��

Claire continued, �Where the director was a pedophile but Florrie kept her cherry.�

Florrie explained grumpily, �He liked preteens.�

�Wasn�t that you?� You said you�re now thirteen.�

Florrie looked away.� �They told me it hurts.�

Dorothy regarded the girl with interest.� �Does she mean you�re a virgin?�

�Yeah.�

�How could she tell?� asked Linda with raised eyebrows.� �Is she your aunt, maybe?�

�I showed her.� Well, I showed that one � Lacey.�

�Oh, good!� enthused Dorothy.� �Then you could attend CLC with us.�

�You mean your college?�

�All freshmen have to be virgins, like us, to prove we abstain.�

�Abstain?�� Florrie giggled.� �How did they tell about the boys?�

Dorothy looked puzzled.� �I don�t know.�

Linda said matter-of-factly, �Take their word, of course.� It�s a question on the entrance form.�

�Let me get this straight,� said Claire, tongue in cheek.� �You two girls are both virgins and so are the boys, as far as you know?�

�I�m sure they are,� said Linda airily.

Claire smiled at Lacey.� �Isn�t this nice?�

Lacey�s eyes lit.� �For we know who!�

Linda said, �What do you mean?�

Florrie had turned back to the others.� She crossed her arms over her inadequate chest and said thoughtfully, �Maybe they know how.� They and you.�

�You can believe it!� declared Lacey.

Linda�s face contorted.� �What are you talking about?�

�Becoming unencumbered,� said Claire, grinning hugely.� �I assure you girls that it�s no advantage.� Once it may have been but certainly not nowadays.� And for boys that state of ignorance is deplorable.�� She winked at Lacey.� �Or an opportunity for the right persons.�

Linda grimaced.� ��Right persons?�� I still don�t know what you�re taking about!�

Florrie�s eyes narrowed.� �I think she means �teachers.��

�Teachers of what?� And what�s �no advantage?��

Florrie looked away.� �Virginity.� And how to lose it.�

Linda blinked, stricken silent.

�With our advice,� suggested Claire, �our husbands can easily overcome that little problem for you.� As for the boys, well ��� She took a breath.� �Why do wonderful opportunities always come with such strings?�

Lacey huffed.� �I�d say ropes.�

��Strings?�� echoed Florrie.

�Instead of playing with each other �� Here we are, plopped down bare-assed in the middle of nowhere, without a sign of human habitation from horizon to horizon.� What are we going to eat?� Where can we find shelter even from the sun, not to speak of cold nights and storms?� What do we do when one of us gets her next period?� How are we going to signal for rescue?�

Dorothy pointed away from the water.� �Is that what they�re doing?�

They turned to look across the strand.� The two boys were erecting a low awning between sticks, made with� a flapping bedsheet.� One of the men crouched at a dancing flame while the other stood upwind, hand directing his piss upon it.� Smoke was already billowing downwind.

�He�s peeing too,� said Dorothy innocently.

�How did they start a fire?� asked Claire in amazement.

* * *

When the females returned to the crash site, they found the situation improved.� Blake said, �Look here.�

�What is it?� said Claire, picking her way to where he stood beside a large opened chest.

�Somebody�s emergency supplies, I think.� It�s got everything, or damn near: canned and packaged food, bottled water, tools, cord, pain pills and even a flashlight with extra batteries.�

�Is that all?� No clothing?�

�Well, it has some cloth in the bottom that might be wearable.� You can look at it after a while.�� He lowered his voice below the rustle of the wind.� �Let�s keep these kids naked for a while.�

Matching his tone, she said with a twinkle and an ironic twist of her lips, �The boys too, of course.�

He grunted.� �I saw you watching the tall one with the big dong.�

�Both Lacey and I.� It promises to be larger than either yours or Fred�s.�

�Huh!� Have you forgot women don�t care about size?�

She blinked with pretended surprise.� �How could I forget that?�� She looked at the fire, now blazing higher with billowing white smoke.� �I can imagine what that smells like downwind.� Really, Blake, pissing on your own fire!�

�Hoping to attract attention.�

�Does keeping the kids naked square with getting rescued?�

He blinked sheepishly.� �You have a point.�

Lacey and the three girls drew near.� The woman said, �What�s in the chest besides matches?�

�Quite a bit,� said Blake.� He lifted a gallon jug of clear liquid that was sitting beside the chest.� A pasted on label identified the contents as H₂O.� �Still thirsty?�

�That was in the chest?�

�Yeah, but no cups.� I guess whoever this belonged to planned to share it only within his family.�

Lacey frowned.� �I doubt anyone is thirsty yet.� We�ll have to ration it carefully.�

�There�s another jug.�

Linda, the tall blonde, said, �Pity you didn�t find any clothing.�� She peered around them.� �If the tornado could deliver this chest, why couldn�t it deliver our wardrobe?�

Dorothy had an opinion about that.� �You might as well say God.� I think He wants us all to be nude and innocent here in this primeval place.�

Lacey winked at Claire, who said with a twinkle, �I�m not so sure about the innocence.�

Blake suggested, �Why don�t you girls take shelter under that bedsheet?�

Fred, adding scraps to the fire, looked up and called, �Tent!� Our tent!�

�Some tent!� sniffed Linda.� Nevertheless the five females picked their way to the rippling cloth, popping and snapping in the strong breeze.

The boys had found four boards in the debris to support the corners.� They were splintered, averaging perhaps four feet in length.� The girls had to crawl on all-fours to get under it.� Before erecting the impromptu tent the boys had cleaned out the area and unrolled a floor made from a scrap of linoleum.� Linda�s torso was tall enough for her hair to scrape the bedsheet, even near the edge.� Claire was amused to note that each of the three girls sat with a heel tucked in front of her vagina in the manner of nude African savages, perhaps instinctively to conceal it from the males.� She strongly doubted they had ever heard of the African practice but restrained herself from mentioning it.� Otherwise they sat cozily together, leaving plenty of room for the males under the shelter.

Blake stood nearby.� �You�ll have to move to this side when the sun gets lower.� Of course with a low sun it won�t matter so much.�

Lacey said, �You guys had better come under here with us.� You�re as white as we are.�

Blake raised his voice to a shout.� �Come on, gentlemen: they want us under there with them.�� He crawled in next to Lacey and kissed her shoulder.� The water jug was still under his arm.

Linda�s eyes narrowed.� �I thought you were married to, ah, Claire.�

�Oh, I am,� he said with a grin.� �Claire understands that when I kiss Lacey, I�m kissing her too.� Tell her, Claire.�

The woman cocked an eyebrow.� �I have a religious example for you, my dear.� You may think of Lacey and me as Mormon wives � except our husbands aren�t Mormon.�

�I don�t �� Oh.�

Dorothy said in an explanatory tone, �Remember: they were all in the same bed.�

After unscrewing the lid Blake tipped the jug toward Linda.� �You thirsty?�

The girl took a breath.� �I believe I am.�

He waddled forward on his knees and held the jug toward Linda�s mouth, but she lowered her head well below the spout and forced the jug to tilt until water splashed out upon face.

�Don�t waste it!� It�s gotta go straight in.�� He forced the spout against her teeth.

She grimaced but drank a couple of swallows before pushing the jug away.� �I was mindful of germs.�

Dorothy pronounced, �God has made us one family.� Don�t worry about germs.�

�How did you get so sure of that?� demanded Linda.

Dorothy was formulating an answer when Blake passed the jug before her.� �Have some.�

The girl closed her lips completely around the threaded opening, at least an inch and a half in diameter, and took a large gulp.

Blake winked at Claire.� �This girl has talent.�

Florrie, watching intently, giggled.� �I know what you�re thinking.�

Claire asked archly, �What�s that?�

The girl�s chin rose.� �I�ve sucked on something almost that big.�

Claire�s eyebrows rose.� �Have you?�

Blake grinned.� �And she�s only 13.�

Dorothy said, �I�m from the country, you know.� I hope you don�t mean a liquor jug.�

�Not at all,� said Florrie, still smiling.

�What do you know about liquor jugs?� demanded Linda.

Dorothy lowered her eyes.� �I saw the Johnson boys with some.� Their�s weren�t clear glass like this one, but from the way they behaved ��

�The Johnson boys?� asked Lacey.

�On the next farm.�

�Did you taste it?� inquired Linda expectantly.

�Of course not!� They would have told Papa.�

Lacey mused, �Would they?� I�d think a farmer might blow away anyone who corrupted his daughter.�

�I agree,� said Blake.� �They wouldn�t dare to tell him.�

Claire shook her head.� �But they would�ve told other girls and the story would get back.�

�Too bad,� commented Lacey with a twinkle.� �Some moonshine can taste as smooth as water.�

Blake shared the jug around.� By that time all the males were under the shelter except Fred, still adding to the fire.

Jason, sitting between Linda and Florrie, asked, �Didn�t you say there�s food in that chest?�

Blake nodded.� �Yeah, but everyone has had lunch, right?�� When all agreed, he continued, �Let�s save our food until supper.� God knows how long we�ll be here.�

Claire said, �Didn�t you mention pain pills?�

�Yeah.� I hope you don�t have a headache.�

�I was thinking of sunblock.�

He shrugged.� �Might be; I didn�t notice.� For now I think we could all benefit from a little nap.� But first, did you boys find anything else of interest?�

�No, sir,� said Greg, �just more trash.� Of course there�s a lot of it.�

Fred crawled under the shelter, settled between Lacey and Claire, and said, �Now it will last a while � the fire, I mean.�

�Good,� said Blake.� �When the sun is lower, I want to look beyond that dune to the north.� This tornado has been surprisingly good to us so far.�

Dorothy declared, �God has.�

�If you say so.�

Blake was right.� Their recent adventure, perhaps its unprecedented intensity, had left them exhausted.� The sun�s heat passed through the bedsheet even if its ultraviolet did not.� That in combination with the cool breeze made them comfortable.� In a minute or two they were all asleep.

* * *

When they awoke, the sun was setting in a splendidly crimson sky.� Even Jason was impressed.� He said thoughtfully, �In town you don�t often get the opportunity to see a sky that beautiful.�

�I�m hungry,� said Greg.

�Supper coming up,� said Blake, �but if you want it hot you�ll have to heat it yourselves.�

�How?�

�Fred will show you.� Let�s go to the fire.�

The other man was already busy building up the fire, which had burned down during their nap.� He pulled the top off a can of food, placed it on one end of a wooden board and shoved that end, can and all, into the fire.� He said, �You have to watch it.� When it starts bubbling, it�s ready to eat.�

�Gather around,� said Blake, �� this side of the smoke, Jason!� You have your choice of pork and beans, ham and navy peas or sausage and broccoli.� Two per can, please.� As I said before, God knows how long we�ll be here.�

He had already closed the large chest and placed five cans atop it.� The diners paired up naturally, except for Florrie.

Blake said, �Whoever�s still hungry can have the other half of Florrie�s.�

As Linda took up a can, she said, �Is this all we have?�

�All we�ve found so far.� Well, more cans � plus the packaged food: crackers and such.� We can have some for breakfast.�

�Yuck!� said Jason.

�God will provide,� said Dorothy confidently.

�I hope so,� said Linda.

A can heats quickly on a burning board.� The only trick was to remove the board from the fire without spilling the boiling can.� With it safely withdrawn the diner nudged the can to a cooler end of the board and dipped out the warmed food, using a plastic spoon likewise retrieved from the providential chest.� Greg and Jason split the remainder of Florrie�s can.

Dorothy and Linda were the first to finish.� Dorothy threw her empty can away in the debris, declaring, �I do love pork and beans.�

Linda�s lip curled.� �I guess being raised on a farm was better preparation for this.�

Greg said, �Shouldn�t we bury our trash?�

Blake laughed.� �You can bury it in the morning if you can find it.�

When all had eaten, the sun had set.� The beach was somber in the twilight, although the breaking surf still gleamed, and the air was getting cooler.� They cleared spots upwind near the fire and sat or lay supported on elbows in the sand, huddled together to share the warmth.� Above them the noon clouds had vanished and stars were beginning to appear.� Everyone recognized the planet Venus, low in the West.

�What a clear night this will be!� said Claire, sometimes an amateur astronomer.� �Sirius is already up.�

Fred had a comment.� �You wouldn�t think the sky tried to kill us at midday.�

Claire chuckled.� �Dorothy will tell you we were not in any danger.�

The girl nodded vigorously.� �That�s right!� We were in God�s hands.�

Blake seemed to agree.� �We certainly were!� And that�s the scary part.�

She lowered her eyes.� �I�ll admit I was scared too, but look around us.� We needn�t have been.�

�You don�t think so?� scoffed Greg.� �Wait till we get hungry tomorrow or the next day.�

Dorothy smiled beatifically.� �I know God will provide again.�

Blake chuckled.� �I�m getting mixed signals here.� All four of you attend a religious school, right?�

�Yes, sir,� said Greg, �but we�re just freshmen entering at the second quarter.�

�Maybe that explains why you still have different opinions.�

�Opinions about what?�

�God�s apparent motives, mainly.� I�m trying to recall what I retain from my childhood indoctrination.�

�Indoctrination?� asked Linda.

�Yes.� I had a devout mother who filled my head to bursting with that bullshit.�

Linda huffed.� �Must you use such a coarse word?�

The man grinned.� �It�s the precise word, believe me � except I should probably capitalize the �bull.��

Dorothy frowned.� �The Bible says, �Train up a child in the way he should go ���

Blake interrupted.� �And he won�t depart therefrom, or something similar � which shows you printed material is not always reliable, and not just in the Bible either.�

Dorothea stared into his eyes and murmured, almost inaudibly over the breeze, �I�m beginning to see the purpose in this.�

Greg apparently understood her.� He said with a sniff, �Then why did He include all of us?�

��Beginning,� I said.�

Blake returned the girl�s stare.� �As long as the wind is offshore we don�t have to worry about bugs, and the moon will be up in another hour or so.� I�m thinking you and I should take a walk down the beach.�

She inhaled deeply.� �I � If you want to.�

* * *

Blake and Dorothy set off from the others, their feet sinking into the sand until they reached the firm strand.� Away from the fire and with the moon not yet risen, the darkness hid the girl�s form from his clear view.� But he remembered her small frame, the well shaped limbs and, modest, pert breasts, like those belonging to a girl younger than seventeen though not so young as Florrie claimed to be.� Yet face and pubic bush attested to maturity, as did her intellectual seriousness, however religious.� Despite his considerable sexual experience, he had never taken a virgin girl and he was intrigued, because he suspected that with a small bit of temptation she would surrender to him.

�I�m not an atheist,� he said as they trekked into the darkness, grateful that the offshore breeze remained strong.� �But my conception of god may differ from yours.�

�There is only one God, Blake, however you think of Him.�

�Yes, and as you said, He has a purpose for us.� How else could we have survived the tornado and arrived unhurt on this island, naked as He created us?�� At that moment his mind considered that in fact the three young women had sported scraps of clothing � but that was definitely beside the point.

She agreed with him.� �What you say is true, and it has set me to thinking.� I�m beginning to question all those things I�ve been taught by the parson and in Sunday School.�

�How do you mean, Dorothy?� Are you saying you�re losing your faith?�

�Not at all.� I�m getting back to the basics in a way, the basics of God and religion.� It�s hard to explain, because I don�t have much experience in thinking on my own.� But I feel a warming glow inside me and a certainty of truth.�

�Like you�re Eve and I�m Adam, and we have just enjoyed God�s creation?�

�Something like that, Blake.� But I�m confused about the particulars.�

�Let me ask you something, Dorothy.� Have you ever experienced personal tenderness from another person?�

�Mom and Dad were always stern, and although I love them very much I suppose my answer must be no.�

�Never a tender touch or kiss?�

�No.� That was frowned upon, you know.�

�But now you�re different?� You feel closer to God and unencumbered by the mores and rules of your early education?�

�I feel free, Blake, free for the first time in my life.� I love God more purely than before, and I know that He loves me.�

�And now you can accept tenderness?�

�Yes, but I�m totally ignorant about all that.�

Blake took her arm and pulled to a stop.

�May I kiss you?� he asked, running his hand up to fondle a soft biceps.

The darkness did not allow him to see her nod, but the girl�s answer was unmistakable when she stepped close to him and pressed her nude body to his.

They kissed tenderly, she experimentally.� He ran a hand down her naked back then kneaded a pert buttock.� She did not protest.

�Have you ever felt physical pleasure, Dorothy,� he asked, �the kind that God allows us to enjoy?�

�I�ve never felt that kind,� she replied, raising her lips from his chest.� �I don�t know anything about it.�

�God would never have permitted it, if he didn�t want us to experience it.�

�Yes, Blake, I agree, but I don�t know what to do.�

�We could give each other pleasure, darling.� I�ll show you how.�

She allowed him to lower her to the sand.� They kissed passionately while Blake explored her slight handfuls of breasts and flat tummy.� He stroked sleek, soft thighs, hands sliding higher.� She started when fingers touched her mons, but then relaxed after he reassured her.

�Darling, this is where God has concealed your pleasure center,� he said.

�Do you think he wants you to pleasure me?� she said in a dreamy voice.

�He wants us to give each other pleasure.�

�You�ll have to teach me about that.�

�I shall, darling.�

He began to masturbate the girl tenderly, skillfully, as he had been taught by numerous previous lovers, and she squirmed in growing arousal.� He suckled a small breast while doing so, and she fondled his head.

�Darling . . .� he began.

�Don�t talk!� she gasped.

Her ensuing orgasm was very pronounced, if not spectacular.� Groans grew in intensity as her lower body pushed at his busy fingers.� Then a sharp cry and brief wail followed.� A spasm shook her body and she pulled at his hair.� He cradled her in his arms as she recovered from the profound experience.

�God loves me!� she exclaimed.� �I know it now for certain!�

�How do you know?�

�The pleasure!� I never imagined anything like it!� It was truly divine!�

Although never doubting her, he marveled that a girl of her age had never before experienced orgasm.� He kissed her deeply while stroking a beautiful thigh.� His fingers toyed at her vagina.� He inserted one that, to his surprise, penetrated to its full depth.� A second and even a third did not raise an objection. �But he remained convinced that she was a virgin.

�God indeed loves you, Dorothy,� he said against her cheek.� �He created you without a bothersome hymen.�

�Is that bad?�

�No, darling.� How could god make you anything but perfect?� When we join together, you shall feel no pain, only pleasure.�

At those words her body went still.� She said quietly, �Joining means sex; I know that much.�

�That�s right, dearest: glorious sex.�

�I don�t think God would let me be barren, Blake.�

�Of course you�re right, darling, and I would not want to get you pregnant.� Just let me join with you for a brief moment.� I�ll not release any seed.�

�I trust you, Blake, but we�re gritty with sand.� This might not be the best time for us to join together.�

His leaking cock had swollen to the utmost.� He grimaced in frustration.� The starlight was bright enough for her to notice his pained expression.

She assured him, �But I still want to give you pleasure.�

�There are other ways you can pleasure me.� I�ll show you how.�

�Please do!�

�Kiss my penis.�

�Is that all?�

�No, darling, it�s just the start.�

After a brief hesitation the girl obeyed.� �It�s all messy!� she declared, raising her head.� �Do you have to pee?�

�No, darling.� The moisture you found is lubrication.� It�s part of my seed.�

She licked her lips.� �It�s � nasty, Blake.� I don�t like the taste.� Can�t I rub you like you did to me?�

�Yes, that would work, but it would not be as much fun.�

�This isn�t about fun.� God just wants me to give you pleasure.� If I can do it by rubbing you, that should be enough.�

He sighed, resigned to getting a mere handjob from the sweet girl.� It�s better than nothing, he thought.� They would probably be rescued the next day.

�Put your hand on the shaft, darling.� I�ll show you what to do.�

It didn�t take long.� With his hand guiding hers he came within a couple of minutes and spewed copiously.

�Whew!� he exclaimed after he was finished, �you do God�s work very well.�

�That�s a high compliment, Blake.� Thank you.�

�For your future consideration, my dear, many women enjoy the taste of semen.� You shouldn�t let that touch of lubrication put you off.�

Her eyes widened in the starlight.� �You mean � women enjoy kissing men there?�

�Oh yes!� Just ask Claire or Lacey.� And make a note: your men will love it better than almost anything.�

She stiffened.� �I just remembered � something I overheard �� Is that what they call �codsucking?��

�Uh, I believe the word is �cocksucking.��

�Oh�� Oh!� Excuse me.�� Her voice grew faint.� �I didn�t realize ��

He suppressed a chuckle.� �Of course a farm girl would know the mammalian meaning of �cock.��

She mused as if to herself, �Now I know what Dave Johnson meant when he took his pants down and asked me to play calf.�

Blake said curiously, �Do you still think it was an insult?�

�No, not exactly.� Now I would feel different.�

�Then you have learned something tonight.�

�Oh yes!� she said with feeling.

�Before we get off the subject, I know lots of other ways to give you pleasure, darling.�� His hand clasped her shoulder.� �I�ll kiss and lick you all over.�

But she shrugged him off.� �We�ve done enough for now, Blake.� I think we should get back to the others.�

�But we�re stranded naked on a sandy island.� This should be a special time for us.�

�I don�t want the others to worry about us, Blake.� Let�s go back.�

�Will you � come away with me again later?�

�Maybe.�� She got to her feet and he rose beside her.� They trudged toward the camp fire, a flickering red spot in the distance.� The girl did not cling to him possessively, as he might have expected considering what they had just done.� She walked a bit ahead and began to sing.

�Jesus loves me, that I know ��

After she finished a verse he said jocularly, �Do you think your orgasm came from Jesus?�

She giggled, a silvery peal that he seemed to feel in the testicles, and said, �Oh no, that came from you.�� Her amusement vanished.� �But I think He gave you the idea.�

�Maybe in principle.� I know I thought of making love to you when I first saw you stand up from under that sofa.�

�Is that what you did, Blake: make love to me?�

Her apparent coyness left him impatient.� �What I did was finger your clit.� If you had trusted me a little more I would indeed have made love to you.�

She said almost distantly, �Erin Johnson made Sally Clay pregnant when she trusted him.�

�What were they � just teenagers?�

�I�m just a teenager.�

�Well, I�m not.� Believe me, I know how to avoid that.�

�Sally said that�s what Erin told her.�

Realizing that he had fallen behind, she turned around to look for him.� He stood, arms akimbo, about 20 feet behind her.

�What�s the matter?� she asked.

He answered her, but at that moment a long line of surf thudded onto the strand, drowning his words.� She drew near him and repeated her question.

A bright half-moon slipped free of the clouds.� His eyes glittered.� �Dorothy, would you really like to see Jesus?�

She flinched.� �Do you want to kill me?�

�Not kill!�� He stepped forward, caught her in his arms and forced their faces together before she could react.� His tongue, wet and tasting of spice, entered her mouth, stimulating a return of warmth in her belly.

A powerful hand under her buttocks lowered her to the firm sand.� His face slipped down her torso and his tongue returned, now in her secret crevice.� Her hands clutched his head, pulling his hair, weakly trying to force him back, but the fierce pleasure his fingers had earlier elicited burst throughout her body, stealing her strength.� It soon surpassed the earlier peak.� She saw flashes of light and heard bells ringing.� It subsided enough for her again to feel the wicked tongue flickering, which restored its power.

Eventually she was aware of the man�s weight on her hips and belly.� Now the lovely pleasure was different: it was inside as much as out but still peaking in bells and stars.� She had an impression that she ought to be concerned, but the idea failed to reach consciousness.� She was a lost soul, drowning in ecstasy.

Suddenly the experience ended, reduced to a mere echo.� Aware that his weight had left her, she opened her eyes.� He had rolled onto his side.� One hand held his male thing, pumping it as he had shown her earlier.� His seed splashed on her belly, glittering in the moonlight.� She gasped, feeling an ineffable loss.

�I said I would keep you safe.�

��Safe?�� she repeated in aggravation.� �That�s terrible!�

His grin widened.� �Don�t tell me the Bible outlaws pulling out.�

�If it doesn�t it ought to.� I didn�t see Jesus, but I think I felt Him.�

The grin became a confident chuckle.� �I�m afraid that was just me, darling.�

He caught her hand, rose to his feet and pulled her erect beside him.� He meant to say that now they could join the others, but she continued her motion against him.� Her mouth sought his and her tongue delved into it for the first time.� They stood thus for a long time, his dwindling erection upright on her belly, her arms tight around his neck.

At last with a sigh she tucked her face into his neck and whispered, �We�re all sticky.�

�That�s easy to fix.�

She let him lead her to the water�s edge but hesitated when her feet got wet.� She remarked, �This water was cold even when the sun was shining.�

He cupped a hand full and splashed her belly.� She stepped back as he threw more on himself.

�Now I�ll be cold!� she complained.

�It�ll dry in a minute.� Come on.�

They walked on above the surf, her side pressed against him, arm around his waist.

He said, �How do you feel?�

�Tingly.� You � did it to me, didn�t you?�

�Did it?� To set the record straight, I really made love to you.� I had the honor to be your first man.�

She said musingly, �If you�d done that yesterday, I�d have hated you, but now �� I feel grateful.�

�If that�s a thank you, you�re very welcome.� But you say that because you think it was God�s will, don�t you?�

�That�s right.� It was.� Four Christian virgins delivered into the hands of four � what do you call people who swap spouses?�

He laughed.� �Liberated.� But don�t forget Florrie.�

�She�s virgin too, although maybe not Christian.� I don�t understand His reason, but His purpose is plain.� I think Fred needs to teach Linda and your wives the boys.�

He chuckled.� �Claire has probably already started on that.�

* * *

While Blake and Dorothy departed the fireside, the others watched in surprise.� Almost all the daylight had gone and the remainder was rapidly failing.� Above them the night sky was clear, as often seen at an ocean beach when the offshore breeze arrives free of haze and smog.� The stars shedded enough light to note people�s outlines and the breaking surf.� The stay-behinds had all taken seats close but upwind of the fire, ruining their night vision.� Jason scowled after the departing couple.

�What�s he gonna do to her?�

With a grin Claire said, �Nothing that she doesn�t want.�

The lad blinked.� �You mean � you don�t mean ��

Greg had an explanation.� �I don�t know what he wants, but I think she wants to save his soul.�

�What?�� Jason giggled.� �Talk about cross-purposes!�

Both Claire and Lacey joined his giggling.

Linda looked from one to the other.� �What�s so funny?�

Smiling,� Florrie said, �He wants to screw but she wants to pray.�

Greg seemed appalled.� �How do you know?�

�I�ve seen how guys act when that�s on their minds.�

Fred said, �Are you sure you�re 13?�

�Would that worry you?�� She was already sitting beside him.� Her expression was sincere.

�It sure does!�

�Oh.�� Her eyes dropped.� �Well ��

Greg seemed concerned.� �You think Blake doesn�t understand what Dorothy meant?�

The women�s laughter had ceased, but Claire�s smile returned.� �Oh, he probably understands, not that it matters.�

�But that�s ��� His voice was strained.� He stood up and looked down the beach.� �That�s awful!�

Lacey said archly, �Because you�re the one who wanted to do it?�

�Do what?�� Linda�s eyes were wide.

�Introduce her to womanhood.�

Greg took a few steps back, as if he too would depart down the beach, but evidently decided against it.� As they all listened, a long wave thudded onto the strand.

Linda said contemplatively, so low that only the closest overheard her, �It may be a good night for that.�

Florrie said, �I think so too,� and put her hand tentatively on Fred�s knee.

He looked at the hand, then the girl and said softly, �We got a problem, honey.�

�I�m not as green as you think,� she whispered.

�What?�� He tilted his head toward her.

She repeated herself, loud enough for Jason to overhear.� He snickered.� �You being 13 wouldn�t upset me.�

She snapped over her shoulder, �But you would upset me.�

He sounded wounded.� �Why?� I�m a wholesome American boy!�

Her voice was dry.� �Exactly.�

�Well, excu-oose me!�� He turned to Linda.� �You don�t think I�m wholesome either, do you?�

Linda shrugged, causing the nipples to wobble on her full breasts.� �Leave her alone.� She already knows what she wants.�

�Okay, okay, then what do you want?�

Her eyes lowered.� �Some help, if I can find someone who knows how.�

Claire regarded her curiously.� �Tell me something if you don�t mind.� Is it true that all students at your school have to sign an abstinence pledge?�

�Yes.�

�But what if they didn�t abstain before?�

�They have to swear they�re virgin too.�

�Really?� Then Lacey and I couldn�t attend, right?�

�I think � they do something else for older people.�

�For us old fogeys, eh?�� The woman grinned wryly.

�She�s married,� said Jason in a tone of finality.

Claire said, �I can think of better ways to avoid pregnancy and disease.� Why is it Christians can only think of abstinence?�

The girl blinked.� �I don�t actually know.�

�Is that what the Bible says?�

�Greg?�

He was listening intently.� �The New Testament does, I think, but not the Old.�

Lacey was interested.� �It really says no sex before marriage?�

�Maybe not in so many words,� he said.� �We�re going to college to find that out.�

�We could probably check that,� said Claire.� �Must be a Bible in these book piles, if they came from a religious school.�

Jason sniffed.� �Who wants to read by firelight?�

�It could be brighter,� said Fred, leaning forward to throw more debris on the fire.

Greg said, �Do you think anybody else can see it?�

�If they�re looking, and they might be after that tornado.� I�ll bet it affected the whole eastern half of the state.�

Claire said thoughtfully, �Some pilot might notice it, or a fishing boat � or the CIA looking at a satellite photo, but I don�t think we�ll see anyone before daylight tomorrow, if then.�

Greg resumed his seat between Linda and Claire.� The woman put her arm around his shoulders and said, �You don�t have to start worrying yet.� We�ll be all right for a day or two.�

His chin rose.� �I�m not worried.�

Her hand pulled his head close to her mouth.� She spoke barely above a whisper.� �Do you feel protective about Dorothy or was Lacey right?�

�Lacey right about what?�

�That you�re the one who wanted Dorothy.�

He looked away with a shrug.� �Does it matter?�

�It might.�� Still nearly whispering, she said �Turn your butt a little bit this way�� Now raise that knee � no, the other one.�

He regarded her in wonder but complied.� The effect of his movements was to shade his groin from the firelight.� Her hand crept over his hip and encircled his member.

He shivered in surprise.� �Wh� what ��� He felt more than heard her giggle.

�I�m getting to know you better, Greg.�� Her hand moved rhythmically.� �Did you swear you�re a virgin too?�

�Ah, ah, yes.�

�Then don�t you think Linda had a point?�

��A point?��

�That tonight is a good one to change that state?�

He hesitated then said, �Gosh!� I feel funny!�

She chuckled warmly.� �Greg, I think we need to take a walk.�

He stared at her dumbly.� Still chuckling, she took his hand in hers, rose to her feet and pulled until he joined her.

She announced, �Greg and I are going for a stroll.� I know all about deserted beaches at night, so no one should worry.� Lacey, I doubt we�ll be gone very long, but if Blake gets back first, explain things, will you?�

�Sure,� said Lacey.� �Enjoy yourselves.� I may take a stroll myself after a while.�

Claire led Greg out of the debris field.� On the strand they started up the beach in the opposite direction from Blake and Dorothy.

Behind her she heard the irrepressible Jason say, �Is anybody gonna ask what she means to do with him?�

* * *

Greg was unconscious of his erection as he and Claire left the campfire.� His initial shock at everyone�s nudity had long worn away and the tingle in his belly, hardly minutes old, completely obliterated years of Christian training.� It was over seven inches long and rather fat.� He had never measured it.

Claire�s first seduction of a male had occurred long before she was as old as this one, but she couldn�t recall ever taking one who claimed to be a virgin.� She felt a rising anticipation.� His body was a magnificent specimen of a man, she thought � blond but fully masculine with a pretty, boyish face, yet almost hairless below the neck.� She released his hand to encircle the upstanding manhood instead.

�You don�t really mind if I hold it, do you?�

He looked over his shoulder toward the fire but actually rotated his hips to ease her access.

She chuckled.� �I thought not.�

A half-moon appeared suddenly above them, flooding the beach with silvery light.� He looked down at her hand and drew a shuddery breath.� �Do girls actually like to do that?�

The question pleased her.� He would certainly succumb to her with little further urging, though she had never doubted it.� �You know it, though they�ll never admit it.� Boys are supposed to feel up girls, not the opposite.�

�Why is that?�

�It�s all part of a schema, a plan.� The females of all mammal species are charged with improving the breed.� Do you understand what I�m saying?� The females do the choosing, so they�re relatively hard to arouse.� The males come to them, chat them up, feel them up, and the females choose the best.� Our culture recognizes that by saying a woman has the right to change her mind.�

He thought that over while her fingers worked his foreskin.� �Is it God�s plan?�

She laughed.� �If you�d said that positively, like �It�s God�s plan,� I�d have just agreed.� But you asked a question.� No.� Who needs God?� It�s obviously to the species� advantage for the women to choose.� They have to stay behind and mind the babes.�

He thought some more.� �But you�re feeling me up!�

She giggled.� �So be a man!�

In the moonlight Claire could clearly see the� boy�s face, which developed a crooked, devilish smile.� He pressed in front of her, stopped, turned and fondled the abundant breasts with both hands.

�I can�t wait any longer,� he said.� �Let�s do it here.�

�Do what?� she teased.

He suddenly blushed then stammered, �I thought ��

�Silly!� she exclaimed before fully withdrawing his foreskin.� �Greg, you�re positively leaking!� I�m afraid you won�t last long.�

�What do you mean?� he cried, like a boy found deficient in some way.

She jacked his stiff member, studying him with a slight grin as he tweaked her nipples.

�Oh, my god!� he shouted, squirting copious amounts of semen into her navel.� It streaked down her rotund stomach.

�That�s what I meant, Greg.� You didn�t last a minute.�

�You didn�t come!� a male voice called incredulously from behind a small dune.

Greg did not react.� He stood stupefied at the incredible pleasure he had just experienced.� Claire rounded the dune to discover Jason lying on the sand with fist enflolding his erect cock.

�Whacking off?� she said.� �No need for that.�

�Go away!� Jason cried.� His face darkened in the moonlight and he used both hands to cover his privates.

�Oh?� You want privacy too?� You can do better than that, Jason.�

�You like him better,� the boy declared.

�Do I?� Right now I like you.�� She stood over him, said, �Turn on your back,� and straddled his midriff.� �Hold your cock straight up,� she added, stooping.� �You�re in for a treat.� Give your fist a rest.�

�Oh, Jesus!� he exclaimed when the well-fleshed woman sat down on his member, impaling herself fully.

�Let�s not talk religion, darling, not now at least,� she said, leaning her face above his.� �Fuck me hard.�

Jason gripped her back with both arms and began to jab up at her wildly.� In his enthusiasm his penis lost its lodgment.� Before Claire could complain, he fitted it back just in time to spew, yelping as he did so.

�You virgin boys!� she exclaimed.� �I was hardly even started.�

Hands on hips, Greg stepped up beside them.� His half-flaccid member drooped.

�Come closer,� she said to him, extending her hand to pull on the sagging organ.� �I want you hard again.�

While Jason�s fell out of her, she slurped Greg�s cock into her mouth and began to suck.

�Girls do that?� cried the standing lad in stupefaction, feeling himself surge erect.

She laughed nasally and spat him out before sneering, �You religious boys are pathetic.� Now lie down on your back next to your buddy.�

She got to her feet, straddled the newcomer and lowered herself onto his more imposing member.

�Ah,� she sighed.� �That�s better � much, much better.� Now let�s see how long you can last.�

For several intense minutes both boys stroked and fondled her flesh.� Soon she added two fingers at her clitoris above the fatter and longer penis.

�Oh, yes!� she cried.� �Heaven on the beach!�

Jason examined the action of the intersecting bodies while Greg stared into the woman�s excited face.� �Does it feel that good for girls?� he asked in wonder.

�It must!� said Jason.� �Listen to her grunt.�

�Is something wrong, Claire?�

�No, you ninny!� I�m coming over and over.� Oh, god!�

�You�re � coming?�� He began to thrust in counterpoint.

�Don�t you dare �� Hell, go ahead.� I�ve got your buddy in reserve.� Oh god, oh god!�

* * *

�What happened to Jason?�� Lacey sprang to her feet and scanned all around the moonlit beach.

When no one answered, she added, �Linda, do you know if he�s familiar with the beach at night?�

The blonde girl shrugged.� Watching her, Fred�s eyes glittered at the rippling breasts and fair skin glowing in the firelight.� She said, �Dorothy and I just met him last week.� I don�t think he knows much about anything.�

Lacey chuckled.� �That�s right, you are all freshmen.�

Linda sniffed.� �Yes, we are, but I know enough not to wander off into the wilderness alone.�

�You saw him wander off?�

�I did,� said Florrie.� She had moved several paces away from Fred.

�Did you see where he went?�

�No, but I did see ��� Her voice weakened.� �Should we tell things like that?�

�Like what?�

Florrie hesitated.� �He was playing with his cock.� It stuck straight out.�

Lacey emitted a short giggle.� �Then we can doubt he was going to interfere with Blake.�

Florrie argued, �But why would he care about Greg and Claire?� Do you think Jason is � gay?�

�No, but boys his age, even with no experience, have a great imagination.�� She laughed.� �Two virgins for Claire: she�ll love that!�

Linda�s tone was grumpy.� �Lucky boys!�

�Interesting that you think so.�� The woman looked from her to the man and back.� �If you�re thinking about a state change, Fred can help you, you know.�

�He � c-could?�� Staring at the man, the girl bit her lip.

Lacey said banteringly, �What about it, Fred?� This one�s old enough.�

The man craned his neck to regard Linda, smiling slowly.� �I�m willing.�

The girl asked nervously, �Are � are you really?�

He nodded confidently.� �Of course I am: you�re a pretty girl with a great figure!� The question is, are you?�

She took a deep breath and seemed to square her shoulders.� �I�ve already said this is the night for it.�

Florrie asserted, �I�m willing too.�

Lacey had resumed her seat.� She shook her head.� �Honey, you have to respect Fred�s reluctance to molest a 13-year-old.�

Florrie sighed.� �I only said that because I was afraid.� Who wouldn�t be if she was just dumped into a tornado?� I�m really ��� Visibly she gritted her teeth.� �I�m really 18.�

Fred�s eyes widened.� �You don�t look 18!�

The girl grimaced.� �Because of my boobs.�

The woman said dubiously, �At 18 they don�t keep you in an orphanage.�

�I�m leaving as soon as I get back from camp.� They already got me a job.� In the orphanage lots of 18-year-olds don�t have much boob.�

�I�m sure that�s true.�� Lacey laughed huskily.� �What about it, Fred?� Can you accommodate two virgins?�

Eyes sparkling, the man leapt to his feet.� �You can bet those sweet asses!�

�Me first!� declared Florrie, rising also.

The woman leaned back on extended hands and grinned from one girl to the other.� �I can understand Fred�s readiness, but young girls are not so quickly fired up.� What�s with you two?�

Florrie sniffed.� �What �quickly?�� I�ve been after Fred all afternoon.�

Linda agreed.� �And I�ve been after somebody.�

Lacey giggled.� �I think I understand.� If I�d still had a cherry at 18, I�d�ve been pushy too.�

Florrie stared at her.� �When did you lose yours?�

�A lot younger than that.� My mother called me a love child.�

The woman rose to her feet again and shielding her face from the firelight, peered up and down the beach.� �Not a sign of anybody.� At least the breeze is still holding up.�

�So what?� demanded Florrie.� She extended a hand and asked tremulously, �Fred, will you go with me?�

He answered her, �So long as it blows off the ocean it�ll keep the bugs away.�

He took her hand and led her around the fire toward the strand.� Linda closed on his other side and took that arm.� Lacey scooped up one of the emergency blankets and followed them.

They were barely clear of the debris field before Florrie stepped around the man and wedged her shoulder between him and Linda, separating them.� She said nothing while pulling herself tightly against him and looking anxiously up into his eyes, glittering in the moonlight.

�Well!� declared Linda, mouth falling open.

�I can�t stand it any more,� said Florrie, though probably not in explanation.� �Do me, Fred.� Oh god, do me!�

He squeezed her into his muscular torso and said soothingly, �Don�t worry, Honey.� Just hang in there.�

Lacey took Linda�s hand to hold her back as Florrie and Fred walked away from the fire and deeper into the darkness.

�Hold up, darling.� Let those two have their fun in private for a while.�

�Wait here?� Linda asked.� �And do what?�

�We blondes get a lot of putdowns, but I�m sure we can think of something.�� She chuckled.� �Don�t you have even a clue, darling?�

The girl glanced from the pair receding down the strand to the woman.� �You mean � you don�t mean ��

�But I do,� said Lacey.� �I�ve seen you casting eyes at me and I�ve certainly been watching you.� You�re a soft looking blonde with the freshness of youth.� Frankly, my dear, your young flesh arouses me.�

Linda�s eyes widened.� �Oh, my heavens! I�ve heard of that but I can�t believe �� I�ve never done anything like that, Lacey!�

�Like what?� the older woman teased.� �I haven�t mentioned anything yet.�

�You know what I mean!�

�Woman and woman can be almost as sweet as woman and man.� I can teach you a lot, darling.�

Lacey pulled the young blonde to her, embraced her gently and kissed her lips.� At first Linda did not resist but soon she pulled away and said accusingly, �You�re old enough to be my mother.�

Lacey chuckled.� �Didn�t your mother ever kiss you like that?�

�I never even saw my mother naked.�

�The guys tell each other, �If you want to see how your girl will look in 20 years, study her mother.�� I�ll apply that in reverse and guess your mother is a lush and desirable woman.�

They were standing at arms length, flooded in moonlight, silver bodies reddened by firelight.� The girl�s eyes roamed over the woman.� �Like you,� she said in wonder.

Lacey smiled.� �Thank you.�

�You�re so beautiful.�

The smile widened.� �So are you � and totally precious.�

The woman pulled them together again.� Linda felt the full, mature breasts sliding over her own, imparting a strange thrill.� Lacey�s lips pressed hers and after a few seconds she kissed in return.

�What are we doing?� the girl moaned when their lips parted.

�Let�s not give word to it, darling.� We�ll just allow our desires to take over.�

�But . . .� Linda began.

�Hush!�

As if protecting her mouth, the younger woman nuzzled her face into the other�s shoulder.� She felt a hand massaging her buttocks and another folding a breast.

�You�re a big girl, darling,� Lacey murmured, �but so firm!�

A palm found the girl�s hairy groin.� �God, you�re wet!� I�ll bet you come quickly.�

Thrills spread through Linda�s belly. ��Keep rubbing me!� she cried and began to suck her lover�s neck.

�Stop, darling!� Lacey complained.� �You�ll leave a mark.�

�You�re doing it!� Linda cried, hips reacting involuntarily to the woman�s fingers.� �You�re doing it!�

An orgasmic spasm convulsed the young body.� Linda emitted a loud yelp and hung heavily in her lover�s arms, allowing Lacey to ease her to the ground.

�I want to taste your freshness, darling.� You�ll enjoy this even more.�

Linda quietly whimpered as her climax ebbed then she cried aloud as the woman began to eat her out.

�Oh, my God!�

Over the following ten minutes or so the two females cuddled and stroked each other.� Linda, a fast study, sought to arouse Lacey with her fingers but the older woman, however appreciative, did not respond.

�You could return the same favor,� Lacey suggested but chuckled when the girl shuddered in obvious revulsion.

�Perhaps another time, darling.�� The woman rose to a sitting position.� �Maybe you�d like to do it first with a girl closer to your own age.�

�Somebody like Dorothy?�� Linda shuddered again.� �Tasting a woman there �� I just don�t know.�

�Well, do you still want to lose your virginity?� If you�ve changed your mind Fred will be disappointed.� He�s looking forward to a twofer, something he can crow about for the rest of his life.�

�I have changed it, Lacey.� I hope Fred won�t be too disappointed, but I want Greg to be my first guy.�

�With Greg it will be all fumbling and hurt, darling.� That boy isn�t practiced like Fred.�

�Still, I don�t want my first time to be an old guy with a hairy belly.�

�You do have a point, darling: Greg is a male beauty.� But you can�t discount experience.� Fred wouldn�t hurt as much as your pretty boy, because he knows what to do with a virgin.� Also his cock isn�t so fat.�

Just then two figures approached into the firelight.� It was Florrie and Fred.

�Well, that was an experience,� Florrie announced.

�Did it hurt?� Linda asked in a tremulous voice.

�Not much.� Fred was very gentle.� You�ll find out.� It�s your turn now.�

�I hope you aren�t worried, Linda,� Fred said. � I know what I�m doing.� Counting Florrie I�ve popped the cherries of six girls and none of them complained.�

�But it will still hurt,� Linda insisted.

�I can�t deny that.�� Fred stood close to the girl, a palm gently kneading a large, firm breast.� �But that�s life.�

�Let�s do this as a celebration, girls,� he announced, turning to the other two. �Linda can lie in the middle with a girl on each side of her.� You kiss, fondle and reassure her while I make a woman of her.�

�Fred, she wants to wait for Greg,� said Lacey.

�If you do that you�ll be sorry,� Florrie declared positively.

�What do you mean?�

�I�ve seen what boys do to girls.� At the orphanage.� It ain�t pretty.�

Linda grinned nervously.� �How many times can a girl change her mind?�

Fred shrugged.� �Far as I�m concerned, as many times as she likes.�

Hesitantly she stroked a well-developed pectoral.� �You�re a real man, aren�t you, Fred?�

He grinned complacently.� �For sure the realest one next to you.�

�Come on, dear,� said Lacey, taking the girl�s arm.

They positioned themselves on the ground as he had instructed.� Linda began to tremble when the man spread her legs and sank to his knees.

�Calm my coltish sweetheart, girls.� We don�t want her to start out already distressed.�

Florrie fondled one of the Linda�s breasts and hummed sweetly into her ear.� Lacey kissed her cheek and said, �You�re about to be a real woman, darling.�

The man lowered his body between the spread legs.� Carefully lodging himself, he broke through easily.

�Ow!� Linda cried.

But the girls restrained the initiate from rising as he plumbed her fully.

�It stings,� Linda complained.� �Like a bad cut.�

�Do you feel me inside of you?� asked Fred before lightly kissing her lips.

�Yeah.� It�s weird.� Oh please, don�t give me a baby!�

Fred backed off and squatted between her legs.

�Two in one go!� he cried, climbing to his feet.

�I told you he�d brag,� Lacey said against Linda�s cheek.

�Does it still hurt?� Florrie asked.

�I�m sore.�

�Yeah.� Me too.� But it eases after a day or two.�

* * *

Claire and Greg were the first to return to the fireside, strolling hip to hip, arms around each other.� The tall lad was grinning ear to ear.

�You look tickled,� Linda observed reproachfully.

�Oh, wow!�

Lacey looked beyond them.� �Where�s Jason?�

As she spoke, the body of the shorter lad flashed past, still on the strand, executing a long series of cartwheels.� She emitted a peal of laughter and leapt to her feet.

Florrie barked, �What?� What?�� Both she and Linda rose beside Lacey.

At the end of his exhibition Jason reversed himself and began to run.� Fred applauded him and the others joined in, which prompted Jason to commence a second cartwheel string, now directed toward the fire.� He extended it too long, however.� A hand came down upon loose trash, slipped and dropped him on his side to the sand with a pronounced thud.

Pulling Greg with her, Claire took a step towards the fallen lad.� �My god, honey, are you hurt?�

He stood up, rubbing his side but grinning.� �No, and I still love you!�

Fred shook his head.� �Good thing you�re a kid.� You might�ve broken a hip.�

Lacey said dryly, �Good thing he fell on sand.�

�I�m not a kid,� Jason maintained.� �Claire said I�m a man.�

�A show off,� sneered Linda, �is what you actually are.�

Greg commented, �He took gymnastics in high school.�

Lacey grinned indulgently.� �And now something has put him in high spirits.�

Fred said, �What did you do to him, Claire?�

�Everything she did to me,� said Greg.

�Then why aren�t you cutting cartwheels?� teased Florrie, regarding Greg.

Lacey giggled.� �He can�t let go of Claire long enough.�

�That�s true,� agreed Greg, looking down at the shorter woman in his arms.� �Oh, wow!�

Claire smiled up at him and extended her free arm toward Jason.� �If you do still love me, come and kiss me.�

Jason hurried to obey.� The other four resumed their seats upon debris carefully arranged, in the case of the females, to protect their genitals from the sand.� They watched curiously as the standing threesome apparently executed a three-way kiss.� The two boys each squeezed a breast.� Jason was perceived to tuck his other hand between the woman�s legs, fingers working.

�Look at him!� murmured Linda after an intake of breath.� Despite sitting on the ground, she crossed her legs, one knee well below the other.

Lacey grinned at her.� �Are you wishing you were Claire?�

�Not now,� the girl said sorrowfully, �it would hurt.�

Florrie, seated again beside Fred, hitched herself closer until their hips touched.� Her hands slipped over his thigh and grasped his manhood.� Unlike her previous attempt, she made no effort to shadow her action from the firelight.

He said kindly, �I�m sure you didn�t get enough, but anymore will hurt for the next day or two.�

�I know all that,� she said impatiently, �from the orphanage.�

�Then what are you doing?�

�Nothing.� I just like your big dick.�

�You like big ones, do you?� Have you noticed Greg�s?�

Claire was gently pumping both boys.� Their members were erect and fully visible because of their positions to either side of the woman.

�His is too big.� I know I�ll love this one when I get it.�

He chuckled.� �You do, do you?�

�Oh, yeah.�� She loosened her fingers to contemplate it.� �The skin slips so nice.� And it�s so smooth � and it sticks straight out when �� Ooo, it�s getting hard!�

�It sure is!� Does the orphanage have a class on dick stroking?�

�They might as well.� When the bigger boys find a girl who�ll do it, they tell everybody.� They even bring her the little boys.�

�Just to jerk off?�

She giggled.� �Oh, no, that�s just for starters.�

He shook his head.� �I can guess what happens next.� If I hadn�t busted it myself, I�d never believe you landed here a cherry.�

�I�m glad you did, Fred.� I wanted you to do it.�

To one side of the fire the two lads had spread a tattered bedsheet.� Claire sat crosslegged upon it, all but her brown hair concealed by boy flesh.� Lacey and Linda had overheard the dialogue between Fred and Florrie, despite the crashing surf, and imperceptibly scooted closer.

Fred grinned around at the two other females.� �Tell us again how you happened to be cherry at 18 in an orphanage.�

Lacey said scornfully, �Especially with Ferrighan as its director.�

��Ferrighan?�� repeated Linda.

The woman regarded her thoughtfully.� �I guess religious teenagers don�t care about pedophilia.�

The girl blinked.� �What�s that?�

�Grown-ups screwing underage kids.�

�Oh.� I�ve heard of that.� Isn�t it illegal?�

�In Christian countries.� Florrie, how did you avoid Ferrighan?�

�I didn�t.�

�But �� I see.�

�Well, I don�t,� snapped Linda.

�He made me do this,� said Florrie, bending over Fred�s lap and slurping the end of his upthrust organ into her mouth.

Linda�s eyes were huge.� �Good heavens!� she cried, rolling forward on a hand and knee to peer at the conjunction.� After staring and listening to the continuing slurps, she glared at the woman.� �She�s sucking his thing!�

Lacey grinned.� �I�ll bet Ferrighan had a cocksucking course.�

Her statement was directed at Fred, who chuckled.� �Cocksucking 101.�� He stretched his legs out straight, leaned on an elbow and with a hand at the back of the girl�s head forced her to take him deeper.

�She�ll choke!� declared Linda in horror.

But Florrie showed no discomfort.� While her head bobbed freely, her hand crept around to cup his testicles.

Fred said with feeling, �This one knows what she�s doing!�

�Why not?� said Lacey.� �I�m sure she�s had lots of practice.�

Linda asked incredulously, �The orphanage director made her do that?�

�Apparently.� Florrie, how many cocks did you suck at that orphanage?�

The fellatress shrugged eloquently without missing a bob.

Lacey said dryly, �Obviously, Florrie, you were one of those you mentioned who would.�

�Uh-huh,� muttered the girl nasally then raised her head just long enough to declare, �I got to loving it.�

Linda cried, ��Loving it?��� Her mouth twisted in disgust.� �That�s awful!�

Lacey chuckled.� �How would you spell that, Florrie: A W E F U L?�

By now Fred had discovered that Florrie needed no encouragement.� Her head was free to bob twice as fast in acknowledgment.

�Don�t be so surprised,� Lacey explained.� �I suspect most women like dicks in their mouths.�

�Isn�t that where men ��

�Pee?� You might find you like that too.�

�Oh, my god!� What kind of woman are you?�

Lacey smiled.� �You haven�t met many honest ones, have you?� But I�ll tell you.� I�m a woman who loves men and everything they�ve got.�

Fred spoke up.� �And she does too, just like this little one with my cock down her throat.� Sweetheart, I�m coming �� Oh god, she�s squeezing my balls!�

With a look of fascination Linda thrust her face closer to the action.� While Fred groaned, she saw Florrie�s head freeze with throat working and half the shaft exposed, decorated with a white streak.� In a strange voice Linda declared, �His stuff is going in her mouth!� I can�t believe �� She�s swallowing it!�

Grinning, Lacey licked her lips ostentatiously.� �Good jizz.�

The girl blinked.� �What�s that?�

�It�s what you call his stuff.� Would you understand semen better?�

�Oh.� But how can she stand it?�

The woman smiled.� �I expect she loves it as much as I do.� You�ll have to ask her.� If she ever gives up that dick.� Oh-ho!�

The woman was looking away from the fire.� Linda rose up and turned around to follow her gaze.� �Wh-what ��� Her mouth fell open.� �Two at once?� He can�t be!�

Their subject was the threesome on the tattered sheet.� Greg lay on his back with Claire stretched atop him, face down and cheek to cheek.� Jason was crouched atop her, leaning forward, hands clutching her breasts.� Because of hips and legs Linda could see no one�s genitals, but the motion of all three bodies was suggestive.� The girl sprang up and ran around the bedsheet to a point where she could stare between the three sets of feet.

�Oh, my god, both of them are doing her!�

Lacey giggled.� �That�s what they were whispering about.� It�s called a Greek sandwich.�

�A � a �� Linda stuttered.

�Greek sandwich.� Claire�s the meat.� She loves to do that.�

�I can tell,� said the girl, nodding.� The woman between the boys was squealing like a soprano sow while her nails raked Jason�s outer thighs.

�So does Lacey,� said Fred, adding more tenderly, �Let me up, honey.�

Florrie raised up and turned to regard the threesome, blithely unaware of the white blob trembling on the point of her chin.� Her eyes took in the scene with no evidence of surprise.

Fred stood up, strode to the threesome and sank to his knees directly before Claire.� He winked around at Lacey.� �I know she likes three at once.�

He edged forward so that his half erect organ bumped Claire�s forehead.� Her head rose as her squealing ceased.� She stared cross-eyed at the wet glans that now bumped her lips.� They parted and sucked it into her mouth.� Nasal squealing resumed.

Linda shook her head.� �I cannot believe you people!�

Florrie rose to her knees and studied the threesome now become four.� The two boys had developed an alternating rhythm.� Fred pumped slowly.

Florrie looked around at Lacey, the only one still sitting calmly, arms around drawn up knees.� �How did he know she likes three?�

The woman chuckled.� �It shouldn�t surprise you we like to get together with other swingers.�

�Oh.�� The girls face showed a rising interest.� �How do you do that?� Do you have parties?�

�Orgies even.�� Again Lacey chuckled.� �Surely your orphanage had them with Ferrighan in charge.�

Florrie shook her head.� �I think most girls don�t like to share.�

The woman�s eyebrows rose.� �And Ferrighan wouldn�t make them?�

�He only tried once.� One of them sneaked off and called the cops.�

�Is that how he got caught?�

�No.� The cops didn�t do anything to him but make him afraid.� After that he asked for volunteers.�

�Cool!� How do you get into an orphanage?�

Fred said over his shoulder, �You forget: Ferrighan�s in jail.�

�Too bad,� said the woman wryly.� �Aren�t you having any fun, Fred?�

He answered, �I�m more worried about you three.� Florrie, do you mind the taste of pussy?�

�Well ��

Lacey�s voice brightened.� �Did Ferrighan let you girls play lezzies?�

Florrie shrugged.� �He couldn�t stop us.� But I like the taste of dicks better.�

Fred said, �Come here and taste both.�

The girl took a step but stopped.� �How?�

�Pull out Greg�s cock and suck it.� Claire won�t mind if you don�t keep it.�

�I�d rather suck yours.�

�That won�t teach you anything.�

�Neither would Greg�s.�

Linda demanded, �When did you suck Greg?�

Lacey said, �That�s not what she means.� Florrie, you couldn�t have been the only girl who let Ferrighan play!�

�Three of us would.�

�Then one of them must not have been saving her virginity.�

�No.� It was Ms. Hartman that took dicks anywhere.�

�Who was she?�

�Director of Girls.� She�s still there.�

�And still screwing the boys?�

�Just the new director.� His wife left him.�

Lacey laughed.� �Florrie, we need to get together and write a book about your life at Sand County Orphanage.�

Fred added, �Or make a movie.�

�The pedos would love that.�

Linda was watching the foursome whose males moved languidly while the female continued to squeal.� She asked Lacey, �How long can they keep doing that?�

�Indefinitely now.� As for the boys, I�m sure Claire drained their balls before they came back to the fire.� And Florrie swallowed Fred�s.� He�s no teenager and his second shot can take as long as he wants.� Claire probably will be the one to stop it.� They�ll wear her out.�

Florrie resumed her seat beside the fire.� Linda retained her position, kneeling beyond the three sets of feet, and her fascination with the rhythmically pistoning flesh.� When she licked her lips, Lacey chuckled.

�Linda, are you wondering what it would feel like up your own ass?�

The girl�s chin rose haughtily.� �How crude!�

The woman giggled.� �No doubt, but you know, I did fuck my way through college.�

Linda rolled her eyes.� With a sigh she rose to her feet and returned to her seat beside the fire.

A short while later a deeper man�s voice rang out above the crashing surf.� �Well, what do you know!� You just can�t trust teenage boys to stay cherry.�

The three females straightened up and the foursome disentangled.� Fred peered at the approaching twosome, now just arriving from the strand, Dorothy clinging to her man.� He said, �Nor teenage girls either � at least not these two.�

Blake grinned widely.� �I�m sure we�ll all enjoy comparing notes, but I�ll bet somebody�s thirsty besides my sweetheart and me.�

�You can say that again!� agreed a panting Claire.

* * *

Fred passed the water jugs around.� After taking her turn Linda exclaimed, �Ouch!� and slapped her thigh.

Fred nodded knowingly.� �The sea breeze has died and the mosquitoes are gathering.� Blake, I�m glad you�re back.� Where�d you put the Bugoff?�

Blake disentangled himself from the clinging Dorothy and rummaged in the emergency chest, retrieving two gaily enameled spray cans.� He stood before them and said, �All of you: get on your feet.� Mosquitoes are bad at the beach.� Without a good coating of this they�ll eat you alive.�

When everyone, including himself, had been sprayed, he added, �Stir around and let it dry on your skin.� Then lie down and let me do the bottoms of your feet.�

�Is this really necessary?� asked Florrie.

�Oh yes!�� Lacey answered for him.� �I�ve already got three bites.�� She grinned around at the two lads, standing between her and Claire.� �For your future reference, Claire�s not the only one who loves a Greek sandwich.�

Dorothy, waving her arms to dry the spray, overheard the woman�s remark.� �What kind of sandwich?�

Blake said, �It�s a woman sandwiched between two men in her bottom, one of them up her ass.�� He studied the girl to see her reaction to the frank words.

She only nodded.� �Okay.� It�s what they were doing to Claire.�� To the woman she said, �Do you and Lacey really love it?�

Claire shrugged.� �The attention of two men?� What�s not to love?�

Lacey giggled.� �Only thing that beats it is three � or more.�

Dorothy took a deep breath and said introspectively, �This is like a new world.�

Fred grinned at her.� �You didn�t much run around naked on the farm, did you?�

The girl answered in the same tone, �I don�t remember ever going naked outside the bathroom.� But that�s not what I mean.� I�m learning something deep, something I never even imagined before.�

�Six inches deep,� smirked Jason.

�It�s like an epiphany,� she continued, ignoring him, �a very personal way to interpret the Sermon on the Mount.�

Lacey blinked.� �The what?�

�You know: St. Matthew Chapters 5 through 7.� Blake, didn�t you say there was a Bible in that chest?�

Blake said, �You mean, �Love your enemies, turn the other cheek, let your light shine?��

�And a lot more.�

He grinned mockingly.� �I guess turning the other cheek could lead to a Greek sandwich.�

Jason�s eyes brightened in the firelight.� �I remember one: �Give to him that asketh thee.��

�Yes.� That�s the spirit of the whole thing: be loving to the people around you and get their love in return.�� She had lain down, coincidently beside Fred, so that Blake could spray her feet.� She raised her head and gently rested it upon Fred�s chest.� Her brown hair tickled briefly.� �I love you,� she murmured, �all of you, everyone, and I want your love too.�

The man�s arm rose over her.� His hand stroked her between the breasts and closed on a lumpy nipple.� ��Ask and ye shall receive.��

�I�m asking.�

Linda lay on a tattered blanket, shoulders raised on an elbow almost touching Greg, as the nearby couple began to fuck.� Dorothy, on the bottom, thrust up at each of Fred�s plunges while clutching the man�s shoulders and whimpering in quick ecstasy.

Blake, putting away the repellent spray, notice the direction of Linda�s gaze and chuckled.� �I thought I satisfied her.�

�Suddenly she�s insatiable,� Linda said dryly.� �I don�t know about this new Sermon on the Mount.� What did you tell her down the beach?�

�We did very little talking.� Do you think there�s something wrong with her?�

Linda shook her head.� �I don�t see how she stands the pain.�

Blake looked baffled.� �Do you really believe that�s hurting her?�

�It would me!�� She blinked at a new idea.� �Wasn�t she a virgin?�

He studied her a moment before answering.� �Oh, she was that, all right, but perhaps without a hymen.�

Dorothy turned her face toward the conversation.� �I�ve realized I�m a bride of Christ, and I expect to find Jesus in every man.�

Greg�s eyes widened.� �Do you think she�s serious, Linda?� That sounds kooky.�

�Dorothy is a serious girl, and I believe she really believes what she said.� Something has certainly changed her.� Blake made her discover she�s a freaking nympho.�

�We all strive for that effect,� said Blake smugly.

�You girls are so lucky!� declared Greg.

Linda sniffed.� �Are you complaining, Greg?� You�ve already had more sex than I.�

�I haven�t done it with you, Linda,� he responded and placed the flat of his hand on the girl�s soft stomach.

�I told you, honey: I�m sore from my first time.�

�So was Florrie but she�s willing.�

�I�m not Florrie, Greg.� I heard her say the other guys can do her in the behind.�

�I�m not asking for that, Linda, but maybe sometime you�ll let me try.�

�Maybe, but only if we�re going steady.�

�I�ll go steady with you, Linda.� We�ll be a couple for the rest of college.�

�I don�t think I�m going back to that Christian school.� I have too many doubts now.� I�m going to transfer.�

�I�ll go where you go, Linda.� We�ll have a ball.� But I�d really like to feel myself inside of you now.�

�Now!� I told you that I�m still sore from the first time.�

�I won�t push in and out.� I�ll just fit my cock inside you then we�ll kiss.� It�s like a commitment.�

�I�ll get pregnant, Greg.� Dorothy and Florrie too.�

�Jason told me that his father is a druggist.� He can get some morning after pills.�

�That�ll work only if we get rescued tomorrow.�

�Or the next day.� It�ll be all right, Linda.� How about it?� Do you want us to make a commitment?�

Greg fondled an ample breast and looked longingly into the pretty girl�s face.

�You promise not to hurt me too much?� she asked.

�Yes.� I�ll be very careful.�

Linda spread her legs slightly in invitation.� Greg immediately positioned his body between them.� She raised her knees and thrust her butt forward.� She then took hold of him and guided him to her opening.� He pushed gently and after the head entered he continued pushing until all seven inches disappeared and their bellies pressed together.

�That�s not so bad,� she said as if surprised.

For the next 20 minutes they lay coupled together, kissing.� At last Greg began to squirm on her, slowly moving himself deep inside her, enough for him to approach orgasm.

�I�m about to come!� he exclaimed.� �May I do it inside you?�

�I�m already knocked up, Greg.� Let yourself go, but promise you�ll lick on me afterwards.�

�I promise!� I promise!� he cried.� Then after a single, long thrust he pressed his body to hers and came while uttering squeaky grunts.

* * *

Over the crackling fire, which Fred had renewed, Jason heard his friend�s orgasmic signal. �He smiled.� He had fucked Claire several time, once in Florrie�s asshole and once with Dorothy, whom he preferred.� Everybody was fucking, he thought, the older guys and Florrie doing it every which way including pussywise.� She must have healed fast!� It was like living in a porno flick, but he had never seen one as wild as what was happening here.

�I want it some more,� Dorothy said, clasping his dick with her dainty hand.

�Christ!� You just had Fred!� Don�t you ever get tired of it?�

�I want to pleasure the Christ in you.�

�You�ve already pleasured the Jesus in all of us guys!�

�Still, it�s not enough.�

�I�m soft now, sweetheart.� I can�t get it up again for a while.�

Dorothy moved to rise from the sand.� �Then I�ll find someone else.�

�They�re all taken, you pretty nympho.� Suck on me and I�ll get hard.�

�I�ve never done that, Jason.�

�So what?� I�m Christ, your husband, and I want a blow job.�

She made a face that he could not see clearly in the flickering light of the fire.

�I�m not a complete idiot, Jason,� she said.� �I find the lord in men only in a figurative way.� Don�t take advantage of me.�

�Well, I�m relieved to hear that, Dorothy.� I feared you had gone around the bend.�

�What does it taste like?�

�I can�t tell you.� I�ve never sucked one!� But it should be flavorsome, because it�s been in three females recently, including yourself.� Give it try.�

�I�ve seen Florrie and the other women do it.� Not Linda, of course.�

�Well, you can be the first of our group to give a Christian blow job.�

�I suppose that would please you, Jason.� But what about me?� I need something now.�

�Get me hard then I�ll that care of that itch of yours.� I love the way you whimper.�

* * *

Blake and Florrie lay on their backs, she nestled against his shoulder.� Lacey was there, but her head was between the girl�s spread thighs.

�Girls do it better,� Florrie said then reached down a hand to fondle Lacey�s head.

�Of course they do,� Blake said.� �They know each other�s anatomy.�

�That must be true of blow jobs as well.� You know how a guy wants to be sucked.�

He chuckled self-consciously.� �I�ve only done it a couple of times, Florrie, and I was drunk on both occasions.�

�Speaking of sucking, look at Dorothy!�

Lacey raised her head, wiped a hand across her moist mouth then gazed briefly at the young college girl.� She shrugged and quickly returned her head to Florrie�s groin.

�She�s really eating him up.� Blake remarked.�

Florrie said, �That�s Jason.� He has a smallish cock.� I was able to get it all into my mouth without gagging.�

�So Dorothy has progressed to cock sucking,� Blake said.� �I�m worried about her.� She�s going too far too fast.�

�Some girls are like that,� Florrie observed.� �They resist for years then after fucking for the first time they go wild.� That�s especially true of girls like Dorothy.� She�s super hot.�

�You know that for a fact?�

�Yeah.� She comes and screams as soon as a man puts it into her.�

�She�s been screaming for hours.� She bit me and drew blood, when she came with me.� I didn�t mind.� She has a snapping pussy.�

�Stop talking now, Blake, and kiss me.� Lacey is getting me very, very close.�

An hour later everyone was asleep.� Fred had built up the fire, which roared in the strengthening land breeze.

� * * *

Jason was the first to hear the sound.� A distant growling above the thuds of crashing surf, it gradually grew closer until it woke him up.� Was it a wild animal?� No, it was too regular.

He raised his head and opened his eyes.� A yellow sun was just clear of the watery horizon, throwing long shadows on the land.� He saw his friends, old and new, sprawled in various attitudes of sleep in a field of trash.� The campfire had shrunk to a stream of smoke dissipated by the land breeze.� Obviously yesterday had not been a day of fantasy despite his incredible memories.� He would have dwelled upon them if the foreign sound had not focused his attention.

He rolled up to a sitting position and looked in all directions.� The incoming waves were smaller than yesterday after the storm, but they still broke and thudded upon the strand as always.� Nothing he saw could account for the strange buzzing � unless �� He looked up and saw an aircraft, low and almost directly overhead.

His mouth fell open, but for a moment he sat motionless, realizing he didn�t want to be rescued � at least not yet.� Where else in the entire world might he find females so willing and eager as these?� On the other hand, how could he evade retribution if he let that airplane escape without rousing the crowd?

His hip was in contact with Claire�s.� He shook her shoulder.� �Claire!� Claire, an airplane!�

She rose up, yawning hugely.� He pointed above them.� �Take a look.�

Her gaze followed his finger then turned to him with a knowing grin.� �You don�t seem very excited.�

�I�m not,� he admitted.� �They�ll save us, and I don�t think I want to be saved.�

Her grin became a laugh.� �Thank you.� I�d think I was losing my stuff if you did.�

The aircraft had passed over them and was now out to sea in a steeply banked turn.� It was a high-winged light plane of a type that he�d seen before but never noticed.

He looked close around him.� Apparently the mosquito repellent had worked very well; most of his friends had thrown off their protective scraps of bedsheet.� He said sorrowfully, �Guess we ought to wake them up.�

�Oh, the plane will do that.�� She got to her feet, careless of her total nudity.� �Come down to the water with me and let�s get our morning relief.�

Indeed the aircraft was returning at a much lower altitude, seemingly just over their heads.� He scrambled to his feet and followed her to the strand as the flying machine roared past in a whoosh of air.� He saw the silhouette of a pilot, apparently alone in the cockpit.� It continued on over the land, tilting into another steep bank.� Others of the stranded group raised up and looked around blankly.� Their eyes settled upon Jason.� He pointed at the now distant aircraft, well into its second turn.� They spun around.� Dorothy got to her feet and jumped up and down, screaming something that he couldn�t make out above the thudding surf and the aircraft engine.� With a shrug he hurried to catch up with Claire, who had never hesitated.

She squatted at the edge of the foam.� With a giggle he squatted beside her.� �I always wondered what it felt like to piss like a woman.�

�Very good!� You�re even peeing on your toes.�

It was true.� He giggled again.� �Does that happen to women often?�

�Probably often before Sir Crapper invented the toilet.�

�Was that really his name?�

�That�s what they say.�

�So that�s where we got the word, �crap,� eh?�� His arm went around her.� �Claire, you�re the greatest!�

The aircraft roared low out to sea again and began another bank.� This time, however, it made a 270-degree sweep over the water and concluded by flying up the beach parallel to the strand.

�He�s leaving,� said Jason.

�Don�t worry; I�m sure he�ll radio in a report.�

But departing he was not.� In the distance the aircraft performed a U-turn and returned flying down the beach at a very low altitude.� Both woman and boy felt the disturbed breeze of its passage.

�What�s he doing?� asked Jason in wonder.

�I don�t know � unless �� She cocked her head to study the now departing machine.� �Our smoke tells him all about the wind �� Ah!� He�s studying the surface.� He means to land.�

The lad�s eyes widened.� �You really think so?�� Suddenly he remembered their condition.� �But we�re all naked!�

* * *

�We�re all naked!� declared Linda in horror.

Blake studied the aircraft as it turned around again and began to return along the strand, its engine much quieter.� �And it�s landing.�

�Oh, my god!� cried Florrie.� She exchanged round-eyed stares with the other two girls then darted to her sleeping bag while they searched beside the remains of the sofa that had protected them upon arrival.� Shortly all three girls had donned brassieres and panties.� Now they turned eagerly to watch the airplane settle upon the harder sand above the breaking waves.

Fred said in wonder, �What makes him think he can take back off?�

�He can if he doesn�t stay too long,� said Blake.� �The tide is going out � Oh, shit!�

�What�s the matter?�

�We�ve got to get our stories straight � now!�

The airplane, a two-place Cessna with tricycle landing gear, having already touched down, coasted past them on the strand while splashing through the puddles.� Behind it Claire and Jason ran to join them.

Blake�s eyes swept across the other three adults.� He raised his voice.� �Our story is simple.� We�re nudists who were taking the sun in the Carter�s backyard, since your house was the one smacked.� Good thing it has a tall hedge!� As for you kids, I don�t know what you can say.�

Dorothy retorted promptly, �We can speak the truth, what else?�

Greg said, �We were taking a shower.�

�The A/C was out,� said Linda.� �We were trying to stay cool.�

The man�s eyes twinkled.� �Who wouldn�t believe any of that?�

Dorothy shrugged.� �It�s the truth.�

He winked at the two boys.� �Part of it, at least.�

Jason giggled but Greg blushed.

�What does he mean?� asked Dorothy in wonder.

No one answered her.

The land breeze was feeble enough hardly to have interfered as the aircraft landed.� It came to a full stop about 50 yards up the beach from their campfire, left wing toward them.� A door swung open and a tall figure dropped out to the strand, seen immediately to be a slim man in sunglasses, a leather jacket and riding boots.� He broke into a run toward them.

�Oh, my god!� breathed Linda.

Dorothy piped, �That�s the dean�s son, Lesley Sylvester.�

Greg straightened up.� �It�s who?�

The man came pounding up, whipping off his sunglasses.� �Linda, can that really be you?�

�Oh, yes, Lesley!�

He literally snatched her into his arms and pressed their faces together cheek to cheek.� �You�re alive!� I can�t believe it: you�re really alive!� Praise the Lord!�� A hand behind her head turned her lips to his for a kiss that lasted on and on.

Lacey said tartly, �Forget that the Lord nearly killed as all first.�

Blake said, �Dorothy, do you know this guy?�

�Yes.� He�s sweet on Linda.�

�Oh, no, he isn�t!� declared Greg.

Dorothy giggled and tilted her head toward the entangled couple.� �You don�t think so?� And he�s a senior.�

Greg stammered, �How can �� Where did she �� A senior sweet on a freshman?�

Lacey smiled.� �Haven�t you noticed?� It�s the way of the world.�

Greg audibly gritted his teeth but made no move to interfere with the couple.

When they finally came up for air, Linda said huskily, �Oh, Lesley, I�m so glad it was you that found us.�� She blinked.� �How did you anyway?�

He answered readily, �I think I fell in love with you the other day on the quad.� I just couldn�t believe you were gone, especially when your body didn�t turn up in the dorm.� So I took my dad�s plane this morning to look for it � I mean, look for you.� I can�t believe I�ve found you.�� Ignoring the others, he added, �Let me take you back to school right now.�

�Oh, Lesley, of course I�ll go with you!�� The girl�s eyes were very bright.

Blake, standing nearby, said, �Mr. Sylvester � that is your name, right? � I am Blake Bingham.� We are all tornado transportees who need rescuing.� Did you radio a report before you landed?�

�Why, no.�� The newcomer almost seemed surprised at himself.� �I saw all you people and thought I recognized Linda � and just had to come down to verify it.� But I�ll contact ILM as soon as I take off.�� He looked around at the others, seeing them as if for the first time.� His eyes lit on Dorothy.� �You�re Linda�s roommate, aren�t you?� Is anyone else here from CLC?�

�We are,� said Jason, pointing to Greg.

Lesley nodded.� �Thank the Lord!�

Jason said, �Oh, we do, you bet!�

�My Cessna only has two seats, so I can take just one passenger, but I�ll report your survival to the Coast Guard�� All of you need clothing, don�t you?� That truly was a freakish tornado!�� To Linda he said, �Did you salvage anything?�

�N-no.�� She smiled tremulously.� �Just what you see.�

He extended his hand.� �Then let�s go.�

Eyes alight, the girl started toward him but hesitated.� She turned a wistful expression first upon Fred then upon Greg.� She said to Greg, �I�ll see you back at school.� That is, if you want me to.�

Fred responded first.� �We�ll be in touch.�

Somewhat impatiently Lesley pulled Linda out onto the strand and turned toward his airplane.� The others heard him say to her, �You�ll have to tell me how it went last night.�

Jason snickered.� �Think she will?�

They watched as the man and girl boarded the plane.� Its engine started with a puff of blue smoke.� The land breeze had died completely, preparatory to becoming a sea breeze.� The aircraft rolled faster and faster up the beach and lifted off easily.� It performed a climbing bank inland to the left, away from the rising sun.

Greg, still grimacing, said to Dorothy with evident bitterness, �Where did she meet that son of a ��

�Dean,� supplied Jason.

* * *

The Cessna contained two seats side-by-side for the pilot and one passenger.� Lesley opened the right-hand door, retrieved a blanket from the rear compartment, spread it on the leather seat and grinned at Linda.� �The blanket will protect your bottom from sticking to the leather.� Go ahead and get in.�

�You�re very thoughtful,� she said, obeying.

He closed the door and paused at the front of the plane, obviously studying the sand ahead, before entering on the left, taking the other seat and buckling seatbelts over them both.� He regarded her with a twinkle.� �Have you ever flown before?�

�Tuesday I flew down here from Cleveland.�� She took a deep breath.� �I never flew in a small plane before.�

�Early in the morning the air is very smooth.� You should enjoy our flight.�

�Oh, Lesley!�� Her hand rose and squeezed his bicep.� �I just know I will.�� She smiled beatifically.

He chuckled and turned his attention to starting the engine, which was soon running smoothly.� �This will be a little bumpy until we get airborne,� he cautioned, advancing the throttle.

A little bumpy!� Linda would have waved goodbye to her friends around the campfire but found it necessary to hold on tight to the door handle and the edge of her seat.� The aircraft seemed to leap ahead, however.� Very soon the bouncing stopped as beach and ocean fell away below.

�How exciting!� she declared.� As the plane banked for its turn inland, she grasped her knees and added, �Oh, this is fun!�� Out the window behind the man she could see the entire width of the island, scattered diagonally with a great streak of trash, a column of smoke rising from the end near the ocean.� She caught one glimpse of her friends gathered around the smoke then exclaimed, �I see more water on this side of the land!�

Over the roar of the engine still set to takeoff power she understood him to say, �That�s because you were on an island, part of the Outer Banks.�

She blinked and repeated, �An island!�

He lifted a radio headset from its clip on the control panel, perched it on his head and raised a microphone to his lips.� She could tell he was speaking into it but could not decipher the words.� After awhile she understood survivors and surmised that he was reporting the discovery of her friends.� He unfolded a map from the case beside his seat and referred to it during his report.

She craned her neck, looking out all the windows.� Below she saw dark green land, broken by a gray winding river and curving roads.� At the horizon it merged with yellowish haze and deep blue sky, speckled with puffy clouds.� She realized this was what people meant when they spoke of �God�s view of the world.�� Her body thrilled almost as it had when Greg ejaculated into her last night.

Leslie retracted the throttle somewhat and the engine roar subsided a lot.� He hung the microphone back on its clip and smiled at her.� �Now the world will know about God�s mercy.�

�You told them about us, didn�t you?�

�Sure did.�� He grinned widely.� �I think it blew their socks off.�

�It was a tornado, wasn�t it?�

He chuckled in disbelief.� �How could you not know?�

Her face went blank.� �It knocked us out!� I think we were out until it dropped us on the beach.� Blake said it was a tornado, but we students didn�t see anything.�

�Blake who?�

�Bingham.� The Binghams and the Carters were the two adult couples.�

�Where�d they come from?�

�From Walton.�

�They were � what would you call it? � transported there by the tornado, just like you kids?�

�I believe so.�

�That is absolutely incredible, you know? �� Did the tornado strip off everyone�s clothes too?�

She smiled sheepishly.� �Not exactly.� The boys were in the shower on the second floor.� The dorm A/C was out so Dorothy and I were beating the heat on the third floor.�

�What about the adults?�

She took a breath.� �Blake said they were nudists, going naked in the backyard.�

�Nudists!�

Her eyes sparkled.� �Actually I don�t think that was true.� They arrived at the beach on a big bed.� From what they let slip � especially the women � I think they were � having sex together on that bed when the tornado hit.�

�Good heavens!� You really think so?�

She hesitated then her hand closed on his knee.� �Lesley � I don�t think there�s any other way to say it: they love to fuck, all four of them.�

�Linda!�

She leaned closer to him with a smile.� �Did I shock you, Lesley?�

�You � you ��� With parted lips he eyed her speculatively.

Her smile widened and her hand rose to his neck.� �Oh, I did shock you!� I�m sorry, Lesley, but that really is what they love the most.� They even showed us how much.�

He gulped.� �What do you mean, they showed you?�

�They �� She hesitated but plunged ahead.� �We learned a great deal last night, more than we ever could have expected.�

He stared at her and licked his lips.� �About what, Linda?�

�About other people.� About ourselves�� It made us question�� Actually it made me doubt that CLC will teach us what�s important.� Virginity certainly is not.�

He blinked several times.� �Did they tell you that?�

�Not in so many words.� They showed us that.�

He took a deep breath.� �What are you saying, Linda?�� His eyes narrowed.� �There you were, everybody naked except you girls in your underwear ��

�Oh, we took that off.�

�You what?� Why?�

She grinned.� �To be like the others.�

He nodded.� �And you did be like them, didn�t you?� Around the campfire, everybody naked ��

She smiled reminiscently.� �At the beach � with a cool sea breeze blowing.� Very educational.�

He�s as tall as Greg.� Is he as long?� Her hand crept up his thigh and lightly caressed the hard lump it found.� From surreptitiously watching the nude boys she understood that the male organ was normally flaccid, but Lesley�s erection did not surprise her.� She had also seen how quickly one could rise � almost as quickly as the warm pleasure in her belly.

He sat still, negligently holding the control yoke, and watched her stroking hand with wide eyes.� He flipped a switch on the panel and after a bit opened his fly.� Using back pressure to lift his buttocks, he shoved slacks and underpants halfway down his thighs.

The girl�s objective popped up.� It was a respectable organ with the crimson tip of the head emerging from the uncut foreskin, not as large as Greg�s but comparable to the one that had ripped her hymen.� Men were as different in length as in every other way!� Instinctively she understood that a verbal comparison would be unwelcome.� But a compliment?

She grasped it gently.� �This is nice, Lesley.�

His eyes narrowed.� �You know that, do you?�

Was he asking, how did she know?� Surely he guessed what had happened on the beach!� But she chose a diplomatic answer: �A girl can tell.�

He said suggestively, �Then you know what to do with it.�

Last night, while apparently absorbing Greg, she had also been fascinated by what first Florrie then Dorothy had done with the men and boys.� Lacey had playfully taken two cock heads into her mouth at the same time and Claire, on a dare, had deep-throated the entirety of Greg�s cock, the largest in the group.� Blake had declared, �That�s exactly why I married her.�

She didn�t know that she wanted to marry Lesley and doubted his big thing would fit down her throat, but she burned with curiosity at how it would feel and taste.� Fortunately the aircraft seatbelt did not restrain her shoulders.� Resolutely she bent over the man and made both discoveries.� The fit was surprisingly nice; moisture filled her pussy as her lips withdrew the foreskin.� Even the taste, eau de locker room at first � male pee? � added its own thrill.� When she tried to take it all, she gagged and settled on two-thirds of the depth.� As her head began to bob, she felt the man release a pent-up breath.

Lesley had already flipped on the rudimentary autopilot.� They were fifteen minutes away from the airport, so he could briefly ignore flight responsibilities � and the incredible nature of Linda�s behavior � long enough to submit to the delicious pleasure suffusing his cock.� Certainly it would not last fifteen minutes!� A queer coach had sucked him and another dozen guys off in high school � his first time � and a kissing cousin had slurped his come on a happy summer night.� But never had a sweet Christian girl from CLC taken his cock in her mouth, not in his three whole years of attendance.� He had heard rumors of one who might under the right circumstances, but now �� Good god!� Now a girl he had already picked for beauty was on the verge of getting a mouthful straight from his balls.� The altimeter showed 4100 feet; too bad it wasn�t 5300 to put him in the fabled mile-high club!� He hung on the passionate peak for a few seconds until her rasping tongue tipped him past it, moaning and shuddering with overflowing balls.

Fortunately for Linda his powerful squirts struck her tongue instead of the back of her throat.� She thought it was like cool chicken soup with a touch of sour cream, not at all unpleasant.� She swallowed it greedily, as much for the flavor as to conceal evidence.

From Jason�s behavior with Dorothy she knew not to keep sucking.� When Lesley would have withdrawn against the seat�s resistance, she raised her head and smiled at him while licking her lips.

�Is that what you meant?� she asked saucily.

In very young men the delight can depart as fast as the last squirt.� Although Lesley�s blow job was technically superior to the coach�s, who before gobbling the next cock had sneered, �Let it grow some more,� and that of the sweet cousin, who had spat on his belly, disgust flooded him immediately even as the last white drop rose in his cock eye.� He snatched up his britches without bothering with the fly, flipped off the autopilot and scanned the ground below for landmarks, carefully not looking at the girl.

But her curiosity was up.� �What did you mean, I knew what to do with it?�

He took a deep breath and bit his lip.

She said, �Didn�t I do it right?�

He squirmed involuntarily and mumbled, �Leave me alone.�

�Wh-what?�� Her eyes were round as marbles.

He found curiosity of his own.� �Why�d you do it?� How could you do it?� How many cocks have you sucked anyway?�

She blinked.� �Not any.� Yours was the first.� Didn�t you like it?�

�Huh!� You asked if you do it right.� For your information, you did it only too well.� Now let me fly the plane.�

She sat back, hurt and unsatisfied, although the tingle in her pussy remained.� That�s gratitude for you!� She resolved that the next boy she sucked would have to ask.� She smacked her lips, re-tasting the residual, and thought, Well, maybe not.� In fact the whole experience, aside from Lesley�s unappreciative reaction, had been pleasant and exciting.� Even the taste might become delightful with greater indulgence.� But where could she try again?� Not with this ungrateful cock!� Maybe with Greg or Jason, if they came back to school.� And with Fred and Blake if she could find them again.

Lesley and Linda completed the flight and landed without speaking further.� The small airport was uncontrolled.� He ran the plane through the gaping front of a hangar, shut down the engine, opened his door and stood briefly outside it.

�Wait here and I�ll get you something to wear.�

�Okay.� Where are we?�

�Sand County Airport.�� He hesitated.� �The dorm was destroyed, you know.� I don�t suppose you have any money or anywhere to go.�

�Not even a credit card.�� She didn�t bother to smile.� �But if I can get to a phone my dad will take care of me.�

He blinked.� �You have a dad?� Of course you do.� Huh!� I�ll bet the school will scramble to take care of you and the other kids.� Stay here a minute.�

Watching him hurry away, she removed the safety belt but sat still with a sense of foreboding.� The next few hours would certainly not be so thrilling as the last few!

But Lesley did not return.� Instead an older woman entered the hangar, brought Linda a worker�s full body coverall, waited while the girl pulled it around her and led her into the office across a taxiway.� Linda took a seat as directed, declined the offer of a Coke and waited half an hour until the arrival of Ms. Simmons, the Dean of Women, bearing a long traveling bag that proved to contain a fits-all muumuu.

Ms. Simmons crushed the tall girl against an ample bosom.� �The Lord be praised!� The Lord be praised!� she repeated over and over.

When the woman released her, Linda said, �Was anyone hurt in the dorm?�

�No, the Lord be praised!� As far as we know, you four were the only ones in the dorm when the tornado struck.�

�We had just come back from lunch.�

�What about the other three?� Lesley said they were unhurt, but it seems hard to believe.�

�Not a scratch, and you�re right: all of it is unbelievable!�

The woman glanced at the avidly listening airport attendant and took Linda�s hand.� �Come along, dear.� My car is waiting.�

The car was empty.� Apparently Ms. Simmons had come alone.� She said when they were well away from the hangar, �Lesley hinted that you endured an ordeal.�

�An ordeal?�

�Well, I�m sure it must have been hard.�

The girl giggled.� �Four things were.�

�All night with nothing to eat or drink � no protection against the bugs ��

�Blake found somebody�s emergency chest.� It had food and drink � and even insect repellent.�

�Praise the Lord!� You kids were certainly lucky! �� Blake?� Blake who?� That name is not familiar.�

�Didn�t Lesley tell you?� There were nine of us on that beach, only four from the school.�

�Nine?�

�I can guess what he told you, but the truth is � we had more fun last night than I ever imagined was possible.�

Momentarily the car swerved onto the shoulder but quickly recovered and deliberately slowed.� With a glare at Linda the woman said, �I want you to tell me everything that happened, do you hear?� And what did you mean, four things were hard?�

* * *

�He won�t be back with clothes,� Blake guessed as they watched the Cessna fade into the distance, �but a Coast Guard helicopter will probably be here within the hour.�

�I�m looking forward to it,� his wife remarked, �although I�ll surely miss the fun we�ve had with these kids.�

�That�s the point, Claire.� These kids.� There�ll be national coverage on our miraculous survival of the tornado.� Even if Lesley intends to return with clothes, the Coast Guard will get here first, probably accompanied by a TV crew.� We can�t let them find us naked with the kids.�

�They�re of age, Blake.� We face no legal liability.�

�Think of it!� We�ll become the focus of the public�s prurient titillation.� It could impact my business.� We have to dress up somehow.�

A squeal caught their attention.� Beyond the fire they saw Dorothy lying on a sheet with Fred atop her, pumping away.� Beside them Lacey was impaled upon Greg�s imposing organ. �Florrie stood above the group with Jason fondling her.� Perhaps he wanted to fuck standing up.

Claire grinned at him.� �Now the girls match the boys.�

�You�re looking at the reality of our situation, Claire.� However delightful, we can�t let it become public.�

�I understand, dear.� We can make togas out of the sheets and present ourselves to the Coast Guard as responsible people.�

�We don�t have enough sheets for that, Claire.� But we can use the sheets to cover us reasonably.�

�Back to the humdrum, Blake.� I�m going to miss our serendipitous outing.� The kids go back to college.� We return to work and occasional swinging.�

�What about Florrie?� She has nowhere to go.�

�She�ll live with us while she looks for a job if she wishes.� She�s a sweet girl, and we�ll all enjoy ourselves.� I know how to dress her up to look like a real thirteen year old.� You�ll like that, I�m certain.�

�And you�ll bed her more than I,� he said dryly.� �We�re taking on a responsibility, Claire.� We�ll have to get her into college and bear the expense of it.�

�We can afford it.� But what about Dorothy?� I fear that she�s gone round the bend.� She�s become a fucking machine.� She can�t get enough.�

�She�ll do all right.� I think her Jesus freakishness is just a rationale to justify a newly discovered sexual urgency.�

�Sexual urgency!� There must be another expression to describe her out of control lust.�

�Nymphomania?� You used to be like that yourself, sweetie.� I remember you coming back from frat parties, drenched in jizz and so stirred up you went straight for my cock.�

�That was before I discovered the serenity of sex with other girls.� Ah, those were the days.�

�Come back to the present, Claire.� The Coast Guard copter should be here soon.� Let�s get the others untangled and make some coverings out of the sheets.�

Within minutes young and old had covered their privates with strips of cloth.� Dorothy, however, objected and remained nude.

�I�m proud of my body,� she argued.� �It�s as Jesus made it, and I want the Jesus in all men to see it.�

�That may be so, sweetheart,� Blake said, �but you must think about the rest of us.� It�ll be trouble, at least scandal, if the public becomes aware of what we did here.� You have a lifetime to chase Jesus.� Just put it off until we go our separate ways.�

The girl pouted.� �All right, I�ll cover up � if!�

�If what?�

�If you and Fred make a Greek sandwich with me.� I�ve never done that, and Lacey seemed to enjoy it.� Jesus only knows when I�ll get another chance.�

�That�s a lovely thought, my dear. �I�d greatly enjoy sticking my cock between your little girl ass cheeks, but we�re out of time.� See over there?� That�s a couple of helicopters.� Cover up!�

The choppers bore no Coast Guard logo.� Indeed they were much too small for rescue purposes.� One had a large, circled 6 on its side.� The other announced CCN.

�This is not good,� Blake growled.� �Dorothy!� he exclaimed.� �These people are reporters.� Keep your mouth shut!�

The two small copters landed then debouched four people � two men carrying cameras with muffled microphone booms plus a man and a women.

�Who�s in charge here?� the woman asked, primping her hair in front of a hand held mirror.

�We haven�t yet taken a vote on that,� Blake snidely replied.� �Where�s the Coast Guard?�

�They�re busy elsewhere.� It�s been a truly horrible storm.� There are dead and injured up and down the coast.� The report we had was that you people were all right.� You�ll have to wait your turn.�

�Who said we�re all right?� Lacey asked.� �We�re half naked and out of touch.�

�But none of you are injured.� The Coast Guard will be along in time.� Until then what about telling the public how it was.�

�How it was?� Blake sneered.� �We were blown here from miles away.� It�s a miracle that we�re alive.�

�But what about being naked?� the male reporter inquired.� �We heard some rather scintillating stories.�

�From whom?�

�There�s a rumor that you people have been having an orgy.�

�A rumor?� Who started it?�

�Lesley!� Greg and Jason shouted in unison.

�There�s a girl who was here,� the female reporter said.� �She�s being held in seclusion by the school authorities, who are acting in loco parentis.� She may have said something.�

�I doubt that,� Blake declared.� �It must have been that Lesley who flew off with her.�

�Well, what about it?� the male reporter asked.

Both camera men got ready.

�Nothing untoward has happened here,� Claire said, stepping forward.� �We�ve just been surviving.�

�Then why are you covered in flimsy rags?�

�You wouldn�t believe the strength of the wind.� It tore our clothes right off.� We girls were mortified and we put these rags around us from the start.� The story here, people, is only that the tornado delivered us as if we were born again.� I�ll try to describe it if that�s what you want.� But do get on the radio and ask the Coast Guard to come with a large copter.�

�I want to say something!� Dorothy interrupted.� �I�ve found Jesus in every man and boy!�

�What�s that?� the female reporter asked.

�Don�t mind her,� Blake said.� �She�s our only casualty.� She got bumped on the head and has been acting strangely every since.�

�That�s not so!� Dorothy cried.� �I learned that Jesus really is in every man and boy.�

�Be quiet!� Greg whispered angrily and embraced the girl to shut her up.

�Does your Jesus want to fuck me?� she whispered in return.

�Yeah, but not right now.� Keep quiet and don�t make any trouble.� We�ll be out of here soon.�

But the woman bored in.� Motioning the cameraman forward with his mike boom, she said, �Did you mean something special by �Jesus in every man and boy?��

�Mmmff!� Dorothy uttered.� Greg�s mouth had covered hers and his tongue had darted between her lips.

The woman�s eyebrows wrinkled.� �You mean you learned to kiss?�

Dorothy made a disparaging noise but enthusiastically returned Greg�s affection.

Jason grinned widely.� �She�s a fast learner!�

�I guess so,� said the woman, turning back to Claire.� �Let�s do a formal interview.� I am Betsy Martin from Channel 6.� What are your names?�

When she had written them down, she faced the camera and said, �Never before in history has anyone known to be delivered alive by a tornado.� Here we have nine very lucky people, set down 40 miles away from home, who seem to have even enjoyed that terrible experience.� Claire Bingham is their spokesman.� Please tell us what it was like.�

Claire, with the help of the others, recounted the flight more or less correctly.� Though failing to mention that the adults arrived still on their king-sized bed, she revealed that Florrie was dumped into their midst still in her sleeping bag and the four kids from CLC arrived under the protection of a couch.

The interviewer said, �But that was early yesterday afternoon.� How did you survive after that?� What did you do for water?�

Blake described finding the providential chest.� With cameras watching closely, Fred relished showing how cans were heated atop burning boards shoved into the fire.

�How did you pass the time after you ate?� asked Channel 6.

Claire said, �By that time it was dark.� The boys had made a sort of tent out of a bed sheet.� We crawled in it and went to sleep.� None of us are used to camping out.� We were exhausted.�

The woman�s eyes narrowed.� �I don�t see any tent.�

Blake chuckled.� �That�s because we didn�t want to shock you.�

�You tore it up to make clothing?�

He shrugged.� �Of a sort.�

�Then mostly you had to spend last night nude.�� It was not a question.

Dorothy proclaimed, �It was God�s will.�

Greg, still embracing her, reapplied his mouth to hers.

The interviewer mused, �And it was dark � except for the firelight.�� She smiled sarcastically.� �I can imagine you told each other stories.�

�Oh, yes,� said Claire.� �With college students in the group we had a fine discussion.�

�Mmmff!� said Dorothy.

The interviewer stepped close.� �Why don�t you want her to talk?�

Blake explained, �I told you: she got a bump on the head.� She�d be embarrassed when she sees this later.�

The journalists were not convinced of the innocence proclaimed by the survivors, but they accepted, as an equally gripping story, the survival of people who had been delivered miles away by the tornado.� Meanwhile the group learned from the reporters that many houses in the town plus the college had been destroyed, that there would be no resumption of the semester.� Several lives had been lost.

As Claire and Lacey talked with the news people, the other transportees crowded together and spoke in low voices.� They discussed the fate of Greg, Jason, Dorothy and Florrie.

Fred said, �We�ll just take them in for a while.�

Blake shook his head.� �You heard that woman: CLC claims loco parentis.� We can try to keep Florrie, if she wants it.� She�s over 18 and the orphanage will have to agree.� But you other kids will have to go back to school, at least at first.�

�I want other guys!� Dorothy declared.

�That can be easily arranged,� Blake responded, �as many as you want � that is, when you make the school turn you loose.�

�What about Linda?� Greg asked.� �We were supposed to be a pair.�

�I�ll inquire about her,� Fred offered, �but she may have taken up with Lesley.�

�I can�t believe it!� Greg cried.

�When can we fuck again?� Dorothy asked.� �I really want two guys at once.�

�You have to be patient, sweetheart,� Blake said.� �Ah-ha!� Hear that?�

The whop-whop of a large helicopter approached from the west.

Sounding disappointed, the Channel 6 woman said, �Here�s your transportation.� Maybe your trip home won�t be quite so exciting.�

Dorothy�s eyes sparkled hopefully.� �It might if it has dick.�

The interviewer�s face snapped around.� �Do you know someone in the Coast Guard?� Dick who?�

Greg kissed Dorothy again.

* * *

�Come in here, dear!� Your picture is on TV.�

Lesley, just now returning from his friends� house, made it into the den in time to glimpse a photograph reproduced on the television.� It was familiar, a view of him smiling proudly, standing by the family Cessna that he had just then soloed, taken four years earlier.� He paused to listen to the announcer.

�� landed on the strand to do it.� Mr. Sylvester has been flying since he was a teenager and is obviously skillful.� Our expert, a professional airline pilot, suggests that this young man is also lucky, that landing on an unimproved ocean beach with its rills and puddles can be extremely hazardous.� Nevertheless, because of his pluck and bravery Ms. Clayborne was returned to civilization hours before the other eight miraculous survivors.� Mr. Sylvester is the stepson of Duane Simmons, CLC�s Dean of Men.� Harriet Simmons, his mother, is Dean of Women.�

The screen split to include a lovely portrait of Linda, well-dressed and obviously posed in a studio.� The announcer continued, �CNN will have a special on these very fortunate tornado transportees tonight at nine, Eastern time.�

An insurance commercial supplanted the photographs.� With the remote his mother muted the sound and smiled brightly.� �My hero!�

He shrugged off the praise.� �I saw it at Jurgen�s.� Who gave them the photos?�

�I imagine Linda�s came from her school application.� Of course I gave them yours.�

�Of course.� Did you pick her up at the airport?�

�I did.� She�s a lovely girl, Lesley.� I can see why you went after her, but where did you meet her?� She�s from Cleveland.�

�Maybe that explains it,� he said dryly.

�Explains what?�

He shook his head.� �She only looks lovely.�

�Whatever do you mean?� She also has lovely manners.�

He produced a contemptuous grunt.

Her eyes narrowed but before she could comment an older man clumped into the room.� �There you are, Lesley! �Now, my dear, can we serve dinner?�

When they went in to eat the meal, to Lesley�s surprise Linda followed them, still wearing the colorful muumuu.� At sight of him her face brightened.� �Hi, Lesley!� Are you joining us for dinner?�

�Why not?� I live here.� But what are you doing here?�

�Lesley!� his mother cried.� �I invited her, of course.� Poor thing, it�s only the Christian thing to do.� And Duane agrees.�

�Indeed I do,� declared the man, taking his seat after the others.� Having invoked God�s blessing, he smiled at the girl.� �She certainly graces our table, doesn�t she?� But, Harriet, don�t we have something better for her to wear?�

�She�s a head taller than I, Duane.� And I thought instead of shopping this afternoon, she might profit from a nap after her ordeal.�

�I see.� No doubt you were right.� How are you feeling, Linda?� Has your appetite recovered?�

�Oh, yes,� said the girl.� �This casserole smells wonderful!�

�Then you shall have a large helping!� he said, operating the ladle.� �I understand your supper last night was from cans heated on an open fire.� What an escapade!� You must tell us all about it.�

For the remainder of the meal the conversation dwelt upon her beach adventure.� Lesley was glumly silent, contributing only, �The beach strand actually makes a better landing field than everyone seems to think.� I�ve tried it before.� You just have to pick a smooth spot.�

When he excused himself and left the table, Ms. Simmons hurried after him.� �Wait a minute, Lesley.�

He obeyed with a sullen expression and asked quietly, �Right.� How long is that slut going to stay here?�

�Until we get �� What did you call her?�

He said stiffly, �I happen to know that�s what she is.�

�But she�s a charming girl!�� The woman frowned.� �Tell me how you know.�

He drew a breath.� �All right, I will.�� He stared into her eyes.� �She sucked my cock on the flight home.�

His mother seemed unaffected.� �Well, she was very grateful, you know!�

He sniffed and turned away in total contempt.

As he passed out of the room onto the verandah, she said, �Surely you enjoyed it!�

Either he didn�t hear her or pretended not.

* * *

Jason and Dorothy were elsewhere in the Bingham house, which had been unscathed by the tornado.� Blake had run them out of the living room, because their constant fondling and fucking had begun to distract the others.

�My, god!� I wish I had that boy�s stamina,� Blake remarked after the pair had left.

�I�m sure you do,� Claire said with a chuckle.� �Dorothy may have found enough Jesus in him to last a lifetime.� I doubt she�ll be available to anyone else, male or female, for a while.�

�Yeah,� Greg muttered.� �They�ve become a couple.� And they don�t care who knows it.� They spent two nights together at that motel, and when the school Proctor caught them at it, Dorothy claimed Jesus told her to do it.�

Claire was interested.� �What did the Proctor say?�

�She was flabbergasted.�� He grinned slyly.� �At CLC that may be the ultimate excuse.�� His grin faded.� �But what about Linda and me? �What happened to her?�

Fred offered, �Didn�t you hear?� Your dean took her in.�

�Where�d you hear that?�

�Don�t worry, kid.� She�s on her way here, or at least that�s what I understand from her phone call an hour ago.�

�She is?� Oh, wow!�

�Let�s get back to our project,� said Lacey.� �I don�t think Florrie can pretend to be a thirteen years old no matter what we do.�

�She looked adorable in that school outfit,� Fred said with a dreamy look.

�I know, Fred, but she lacks a childish, innocent face.� And look at her!� Naked, as she is now, her pubes are too wild and her boobs too large.� Something has obviously stimulated them.� They�ve grown a bra size in a week!�

�They�re still firm, though.�

�So were mine at eighteen.� And of course we can shave her pubes.� Ought to anyway.� But let�s face it, Fred: you can pretend she�s thirteen only in the dark.�

�Not much fun in that,� Blake remarked.� �In fact I like her just as she is.� She plays show-and-don�t-tell even better than her new mothers.�

�Her new house mothers,� remarked Lacey.

�Thanks, guys,� Florrie said with a hint of sarcasm.� �At least you won�t throw me out for not being a little school girl.�

�We would never send you away, Florrie,� Lacey promised.� �We all like you too much.� When our house is replaced, you can move in with Fred and me if there�s any doubt.�

�If you do Blake and I�ll be constant visitors,� Claire declared.

�That�s just fine � for her!� Greg exclaimed.� �It leaves me as the odd man out!�

�Linda said she�s on her way.�� Blake placed an arm around the boy�s shoulders.� �And until then I�m certain you and your lovely dick will be a prize for our four willing ladies.�

�I�m up for it now.� Florrie said, stepping forward to press her naked body against the tall young man.

�Youth!�� Blake exclaimed.� �Shaw was certainly right about it!�

Greg�s arms encircled the girl�s back but blinked.� �Shaw who?�

�George Bernard.� He said it was wasted on the young.�

The lad sniffed.� �Sounds like he was jealous.�

�We�ve got it but won�t waste it,� declared Florrie.� Her hand disappeared into the front of Greg�s shorts.

At that moment the door bell sounded.� Lacey giggled.� �Our teenagers being preoccupied, why don�t you get it, Fred?�

The two present teenagers ignored her words.� Their faces were pressed together in a deep kiss.� The girl�s hidden hand undulated her partner�s shorts.

Fred opened the door, recognized the younger of the two women and said, �Hi, Linda.� Y�all come on in.�� He stood aside, holding the door.

Claire drew near, but without a welcoming smile.� �Yes, come in.� You must be Ms. Simmons.� I�m Claire Bingham.�

The woman, wearing a blouse and slacks on the warm day, extended her hand.� �I�m so pleased ��

�Oh, Greg!� cried Linda, eyes widening.

The lad�s head turned away from Florrie, but her arm under his belt prevented him from stepping back.� He bit his lip but said immediately, �You went off with Lesley!�

�Oh!�� The girl�s hand went to her mouth as she recalled just how far she�d gone off with Lesley.

Harriet Simmons� eyes widened as they lit upon the nude Florrie.

Claire moved to block her view.� �Let�s not bother with ritual pleasure, Ms. Simmons.� We know why you came.�

Harriet�s eyes enlarged further, now focused upon Claire.� �Whatever do you mean?�

Claire chuckled grimly.� �That shouldn�t puzzle you!� You�re the Dean of Women at a school that wants only virgins.� In this house we require just the opposite.� I�m sure you heard why Dorothy, Jason and Greg withdrew.� These kids are all 18; you can no longer claim to be in loco parentis.� I guess you can say whatever you wish but it will do you no good.�

Harriet stammered, �I � don�t ��

Linda shook her head and looked into their greeter�s eyes.� �Claire, you�re wrong about Harriet.�

�How so?�

�She�s not the enemy.�

�She isn�t?�� Claire blinked.

�Tell her, Harriet.�

�Yes, I shall, before we get off on the wrong foot.�� Harriet drew herself up.� �You would have been right in your presumptions, Ms. Bingham, before the tornado and even for a while afterwards.� Lesley, my son, called me from the airport where he left Linda.� He implied that she was an immoral, dissolute girl and that the other students who survived the tornado were like her.� As the Dean of Women, I was of course horrified and rushed to the airport.� But aside from a bit of dishevelment, understandable in the circumstances, I found a lovely young lady instead.� I demanded that she tell me the whole story.� And she did.�

Claire looked at Linda with a slight smile.� �Did she indeed!�

The girl did not flinch.� �Yes, I did: everything!�

Claire spread her hands.� �Then � then ��

�Then how did I react?� Harriet crossed her arms under her moderate breasts.� �Just as if I were the student!� Linda was forthright and clearly honest.� She looked into my eyes and held her chin up throughout the recitation.� We were on our way home and I had to stop the car and give her my full attention.� She told me she had learned a great deal as a result of being thrown into the company of people with no patience for nonsense.� She had formulated as a principle, �If it isn�t real, don�t waste time on it.�� And do you know, I recognized that!� As the kids say, it rang a bell with me.

�As she related the events of her, what � 16 hours with you? � I also recognized actions I had wanted to do when I was her age but not learned the words for until many years later.�� She chuckled slightly.� �Perhaps Linda would not have been so frank and thorough if my son had not just treated her shabbily on her flight from the beach.� May I tell them how, Linda?�

The girl shrugged.� �These guys are the ones who taught me.�

�She fellated my son and he reacted as if contaminated.� Linda, I never told you: I apologize for him but I�m glad he did it.�

�I never felt so low,� said Linda, adding a smile, �while being so high.�

Harriet repeated, ��So high?��

Blake asked, �Were you above 5000 feet?�

The girl blinked.� �How could I tell that?�

�I don�t suppose Lesley pointed out the altimeter.�� With his attention on Harriet he added, �You�ll have to ask him if he�s now in the mile-high club.�

�What�s that?� asked the girl.

Still watching the woman, he answered, �For people who�ve fucked while over a mile high.�

Harriet cocked an eyebrow.� �Did you expect that word to shock me?� Linda and I have been wearing it out for a week.�

Lacey, who had been taking in the discussion with bright eyes, laughed.� �Who does that sound like, Claire?�

Claire nodded.� �I know exactly what you mean: yours and my conversation right after our first gangbang.�

Harriet took a breath.� �Does that mean what it sounds like?�

�Oh, yes,� said Lacey: �lots of guys fucking one or two girls together.� It was a frat party about 16 years ago.�

�Oh, my goodness, what a lot of life I�ve missed!�

Blake said, �I�m just glad you can�t brag too.� Ms. Simmons � Harriet? � I think we owe you an apology, but you have to understand what we expected.�

�I suppose I do.� I�m not the woman I was a week ago.� Believe me, Linda has shown me my mistake!�

After sidling up to Blake, Fred pulled his own turtleneck over his head and unbuckled his belt.

Lacey demanded, �What the fuck are you doing?�

Pushing down shorts and underpants to reveal a flaccid but respectable cock, he grinned at the newcomer.� �Finding out if Harriet means it.� I�m Fred Carter, by the way, Lacey�s husband.�

After a general laugh Harriet furnished her bona-fides.� She displayed two or three stretch marks, a patch or two of cellulite, tits beginning to sag and 20 minutes later three seminal deposits puddling between her legs on the suede-covered sofa.

�Just look at her!� urged Lacey, lounging with the other females on the facing sofa.� �That goofy expression means she wants more cock.�

Claire grinned at Linda.� �These Christian girls are hot numbers once something turns them on.�

Florrie giggled.� �Like holy light bulbs!�

Linda added, �Turned on by a holy tornado.�

END

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