ABOVE THE MOON: PART 2 THE MIDDLE YEARS

By Robert William Hult

As Jacob Weiner grows more and more serious about his chosen profession between ages 27 through 40, his talents and therefore his notoriety

increases. Reputations are a curious thing. They tend to draw unto themselves opportunities that those who are unprepared to do not recognize. For Jacob, however, proficient in all aspects of his occup

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• Release date: Aug 26, 2020
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Robert William Hult

Robert William Hult has lived a long life filled with many different kinds of adventures. He has been a scholar, an explorer, a marine animal and bird trainer, an accomplished novelist, a retailer, and a submariner. Many of his exploits are the subjects of his novels. Robert believes not only in faith, but in total preparation, and if not for both, and an intervention here and there, some of his adventures surely would have ended in death. In fact, he has already survived a dozen near death experiences.

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Above the Moon: The Middle Years

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Foreward

This is the continuing story of Jacob Weiner, the man born with an odd mutation—a bone in his penis. The consequences of his mutation, no different in a way from a man born with two penises or a man born with a penis and a vagina, changed Jacob’s life from what would probably have been normal, to an aberrant lifestyle marked by nearly constant episodes of sexuality. As he grew, women who experienced him, at first, jokingly called him the Prince of Pussy . However, as his reputation steadily grew nationally to internationally, women not so jokingly called him the King of Pussy and King Beaver.

This was his life from ages 27 through 40. During this period of intense sexuality, Jacob wondered why his life seemed so inconsequential. He went through a period of soul searching, thinking, What could I do to make my life more important? Beyond being a male prostitute, what could I do to help society? Is my life going to be a constant ritual of sex, or can there be some important significance attached to it? Could I do something regarding social justice?

This is the story of that period when Jacob began to find a true and worthy purpose to his life.

Robert William Hult

Author, 2020

Contents

Foreward

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter One

It was January of my twenty-seventh year. Snow blanketed the windy city. Even so, nearly all the women of the sex classes found their way to Evelyn’s gym. In each of the three classes on the alternate days of the week, we went through different sex initiation poses that were different than those we had practiced on previous days. I felt that all the women were getting not only physically fit but well practiced for their husbands and significant others. A few of the women were still seeking a lover or two. Knowing what they did now, they would certainly find who they sought.

I had decided that three winter classes were a bit too much for me. I presented the women in all three classes with an option. Would any of them be willing to join another class, say one in the morning and one in the afternoon? I determined it might be easier for them to get to a class through the snow if the morning class started two hours later. To my delight, Lucinda, the creator of the sex classes, liked the idea. So did the women in the three classes. I was confident now that I could handle larger class sizes.

Two days later, Wednesday, I decided the women should all be nude again. Mostly, the reason was that many of the women would be unfamiliar with their new classmates. The idea of total nudity had been previously so beneficial in breaking down barriers, I wanted to use it again with the two newly reformed classes.

When everyone was assembled in the gym, I asked them to strip to their birthday suits.

"I want everyone to be comfortable with everyone else. As before, however, those of you who may still be menstruating may keep your underwear on. Everyone... keep your socks and tennis shoes on. I started getting undressed. Some women disrobed immediately; others were more hesitant. But when most of the women were naked, the few remaining clothed women also stripped what they could. They piled all their clothes along the gym walls.

Thank you, I said. "Now form four rows with room between each row wide enough that Tiny and I can walk between them.

Tiny came out nude from another room to stand in front of me. She placed her hands behind her back and surreptitiously rubbed my member.

Bending down a bit to whisper in her ear, I said, Tiny... don’t give any of them ideas. I stepped forward and upright.

"Tiny, illustrate the Backlooking V for the girls." On a previous day, I had seen her practicing it. The nude midget woman turned around, her head facing the four rows of women. She lowered herself to her knees and laid a side of her neck on the ground. She reached her hands through her legs and spread both her legs and her arms for balance.

In this position, girls, you expose your pussy and ass, but you can play with your partner’s sex organ. Sometimes a partner needs a little hand tickling. Now get down on the floor and try it yourself. We will come around to check on your progress.

As I toured the room with Tiny at my side, she did her best not to look at my bobbing dick although I saw her glance my way multiple times. Several of the other women could not get enough of the sight. Their eyes seemed to be glued on old Charlie.

One of the women in the sex initiation pose said, Come down here, Jacob. Let me see what it feels like to tickle you in this position.

Wait until you get home, Margie, and try it on your husband. I continued with my inspection. When I was satisfied the women had done the position to the best of their abilities, I complimented them.

It was a Friday afternoon and the second session had concluded. Evelyn had closed the gym because she had to pick someone up at the airport. She had taken Tiny with her. It was just me in the workout room and nine remaining class members taking a shower, I thought, ready to go home. I could hear them laughing; it rang off the tiled walls. The mistake I made was to peek around the corner and tell them the place was closing. All nine women were nude and a couple of them were still soaped down. They did look great together.

Angelina, a fine looking brunette with big boobs, one of the girls who had already rinsed off, saw me.

A peeping Jacob, she said to the other women.

Let’s give him a shower, said a woman’s voice I knew, but who I couldn’t see. After that workout he just put us through, he could probably use one, too.

I heard what they said and vanished around the corner and tried to get into the front workout room. Evelyn had locked the door on her way out. There wasn’t a back door in this part of the gym.

Two of the strongest women in my class, Beth and Andrea, both voluptuous, took hold of my arms, one to each. They dragged me off into the shower with their nude classmates.

He ought to be nude like we are. Right, girls? They started taking off my gym clothes. First, my shoes and socks, then my shorts and underwear, then my velcro strap, and finally my shirt.

As the two strong females continued to hold my arms above my head, two more of the girls sat on the soapy floor and each wrapped their arms around one of my legs.

Soap him down, said Angelina.

Two of the other class members brought me under a shower head and started thoroughly soaking me. Another girl lathered soap in both hands. She passed the soap to another girl; she did the same thing. A third girl with a huge smile on her face completed my soaping.

I was lather from head to foot. They were even washing my hair, underarms, and what little pubic hair I had. A few moments after, I had so many hands pushing the soap around various parts of my body, I couldn’t even tell how many hands were doing it. But, there were a lot of them. They didn’t even forget to lather between my toes. This intense washing kept up for a good fifteen minutes.

Don’t you just love lathering his dick, Margie said as she and others kept doing it.

I like my hands all over, around, and between his buns, another woman said. He has the cutest little ass-hole. I want to stick a couple fingers in it.

She did and I felt them wiggling around. The soap on her fingers stung a bit.

What do you think of this, Jacob?

I could have said I enjoyed it, but I didn’t answer. It looked like they were all intent on raping me in the shower room. It was the one thing I had dreaded, the one thing I thought might actually happen during a sex class that wasn’t strictly about fucking.

One girl put both arms around my neck and bent my head toward her. She started kissing me, lightly at first and then passionately. She stopped only to say, Since I started your classes I’ve wanted to kiss you, Jacob.

The classmates brought me back under the shower head and let the water rinse me off.

Angelina laughed. Since his first class, I’ve wanted to fuck him.

Others laughed. All of us have... Right, girls? Angelina said chuckling.

The same two strong women who had grabbed my arms before, knelt me down on the tiled floor. I saw no point in resisting. Angelina sat down in front of me, legs wide open around me. Her black beaver was nearly touching a leg. As the women held my arms high, Angelina began playing with my balls.

I’ve never gotten over how big his balls are. Have you, Georgia?

She was a flat-chested brunette, always positive and vivacious in class.

Rachel, one of the class blondes, said, After you get done with them, let me handle them. There aren’t any men in my life yet. Maybe Jacob will be the first. She scutted closer.

Angelina rolled my jewels around in her hand for a little while longer. After a time, she started toying with my dick. She repeatedly raised and lowered it, then bent it straight down. When she let go, it popped perpendicular to my torso again. Fascinating, isn’t it, girls? Who would think a man could walk around with something like this.

I looked up over a shoulder. Women I could see were smiling lasciviously. I knew I was in trouble. By the minute, their passion seemed to be intensifying.

Still sitting, Angelina backed up a little. She raised my member to her mouth and began mild sucking. She stopped long enough to look up at the others to say, If doubt if I can make him cum but I’ll give it a first try.

I like this initiation pose of his, said Rachel, bending forward to watch closer. How come you didn’t teach us this one, Jacob."

I replied harshly, It seems pretty obvious, doesn’t it, Rachel?

Four of the students, two old ones—Lexi, a blonde with long hair and Jenny, a redhead with shorter hair, wearing blue eyeshadow, pulled me away from Angelina and stood me up.

"Lets all four of us see how many times we can make him cum. They all had open mouths. Some of the women had their tongue on their upper lip. I had seen that before. It designated serious sex was about to happen.

Girls... come on! Relax. Let’s talk about this.

Mistake number two, Jacob. said Jenny. "We’re not girls... We’re sexed-up women and we are going to make you cum as many times as possible. None of us have anywhere to go until Monday morning.

You’re going to rape me until Monday morning? I kept looking around at the determined looks of the standing nudes.

Maybe, replied Jenny. But not if we milk you dry first so we can all fuck you and not get pregnant. None of us needs that right now. Right, women?

For weeks afterward, I refrained from taking a shower. Instinctively, perhaps, I knew I was too much of a temptation. But, after the next first class of strenuously showing women double sex positions, I really did need one. I had just finished when six class members all wearing different colored robes entered the shower stall. They surrounded me.

I wasn’t too concerned while the women still had on their robes until two of them closely approached me. A well-built Black woman, who often sported a terrific smile named Aretha, latched onto my dick. Another mature Black lady I knew as Delphinia grabbed my left arm. The two lowered me onto the floor. Loosened sashes on the robes started revealing women’s nude bodies.

Here we go again, I thought.

I didn’t know until they told me, but these six had been having sexual conversations about me.

Blonde haired Jessica said, getting on her knees, her head close to mine, We won’t tell the other women in the second class what we are going to do with you, Jacob, if you promise to keep the classes going.

I couldn’t tell her the second class had already made me their sex pet. You know my rule. No sex during classes.

We’re well after our class, Jacob, Trina, a brunette with a large unshaved beaver argued.

Well, you can’t take advantage of me this way. I’m a teacher, not a toy.

Right now, Jacob, Trina said louder, You are going to be our toy, and there’s nothing you can really do about it.

Jacklyn, another brunette, leaned over me and put her mouth around my dick. She started sucking, putting her whole body into it.

I guess not, I said, watching her cheeks deflate time after time.

With this group, honey, said Trina, you’re going to need to bend the rules a little. We’ve been talking about you ever since this course started. When women meet someone so unusual, we’ve just got to have you... one way or another.

So that’s how it is, huh? I asked. I looked up into her beaver and large curving labia.

That’s how it is. Now just relax and enjoy yourself. We’ll do all the work. There’s no need for you to do anything. Maybe we’ll make you cum, maybe we won’t but that’s not the point. We just all want to experience you.

The blue, yellow, red, turquoise, mauve, and white robes all came off the women and slipped to the floor where they started getting wet.

Before long, I was in a continual state of bliss. It lasted for nearly an hour before the women let me off the tile floor so I could dress and hobble to my car to drive home.

We’ll see you in class on Monday, said Trina. With a smile, we hope. Snow or no snow.

The other woman laughed as they picked up their wet robes from the floor and went to their lockers to also get dressed. I wasn’t sure if I was being humiliated or not but what had occurred I hadn’t had control over. A few of the women in both classes had now taken advantage of me.

The episodes reminded me a little of my sex with girls during junior high school. I went to junior high one year in the same city as the Pink Club. I didn’t know that some of the girls who had been in the club that day had younger friends, and that the older girls had told their younger friends about me. These younger friends attended my school. In the cafeteria during lunchtime and during other times, two or three of these girls would pull me aside and ask me to join them in different places. Sometimes it was in a classroom after school; sometimes it was at one of their homes while their parents were away; sometimes it was a secret hideout they knew in the city.

When I arrived wherever the location was, either two or three girls would begin kissing me. It didn’t take much to arouse me back then, and my willie would try to loosen itself from its velcrow band. The girls would notice, of course. Sometimes they would undress to show me their bodies. At other times, they would partly or totally undress me and start kissing and fondling my dick. There is only so much a young man can resist by way of female temptation.

There would be two or three tongues all at once on my penis. Sometimes the girls sat me in a chair; sometimes they stood me up and they got on their knees. There were contests between the girls to see who could make me cum. One time, two of the girls masturbated me to see how far I could squirt. It impressed them when my cum traveled five feet away. Girls, I already knew, are extremely curious about all aspects of a young boy’s body.

One day, a studious black haired girl named Florence was watching me for the longest time as I sat nude in a chair in her bedroom. Her best friend, May, was there. She finally said, Look at his scrotum, May. His balls are alive. His pouch keeps moving around.

May became excited so much that she put one of my balls in her mouth. That excited Florence so much, she put my other ball in her mouth. The girls rolled them around and around. When they started also double handing my dick, I started cumming furiously. They were both so much intrigued, they wouldn’t stop and wanted me to do it all over again. I tried.

I never kept secrets from mother. I told her about the episodes. The next school year, she pulled me to another city, not far away. In those days, I didn’t have enough money for bus fare so when the girls called me on the phone, they had to come and get me and pay my way to wherever they wanted to take me. All in all, I loved junior high school.

Because of study halls, my grades were so good, I skipped a year. That year, my fifteenth year of life, I was a junior in high school. I came to have more and more girlfriends. They seemed to know some of the girls in my junior high school and they all seemed to like camping trips. One of them I still envision vividly. Because I didn’t have a father, and mother wasn’t into camping at all (although she did seem to like nature because some of her johns took her to forests around the area), I had no idea what a camping trip entailed.

Two girls my age—May and Florence again—said I didn’t need to take anything with me. We’d just be gone overnight and they would bring everything we needed to have a good time. Florence’s mother drove us to a nearby lake surrounded by a forest. It didn’t really dawn on me why Joyce, Florence’s blonde haired mother, took such a shine to me. Unlike her daughter, Joyce was a brunette.

I was so used to being handled by girls and mother that it wouldn’t have surprised me a bit that Joyce would be somewhere around the campsite, watching her daughter so she didn’t get pregnant. I already knew one girl in high school who had become an unwed mother by some boy she knew.

May, Florence, and I pitched a tent away from our classmates. I thought it was odd the girls didn’t camp together and the boys didn’t camp together like they do in Boy Scouts and Bluebirds. I didn’t think more about it because I was sure what May and Florence were up to. We had already played with each other for nearly a year. I didn’t know that Florence had told her mother. I thought she had come just to chaperone. I was to find that wasn’t the case.

After we pitched our tent, everyone decided to jump into the lake. I was really surprised everyone in the camping area I knew decided to do it nude. The early fall water was still warm, heated as it was by full sun. It took me a while to decide to do it, too, but eventually I rationalized a nude swim, believing everyone at the camp knew of my condition anyway, so why worry.

Even though I wasn’t a swimmer, I enjoyed splashing around. I heard both the girls and boys commenting on my dick. When I moved into a little deeper water, I felt someone underwater tugging on my member, then a couple of other hands as well. When the people surfaced to breathe, one of them was May and the other girl was someone I didn’t know at all. I kept trying to wade to shore, but May and the other girl kept me in even deeper water. I could barely keep my head above the surface, their pulling and pushing on my dick became so fierce. A little while later, I felt warm lips on my dick. When May ran out of air, the other girl took over. As they kept taking turns, I realized they had planned this. I admit it was pleasureable because their lips were warmer than the water. I never did cum but the sensations they caused I’ll never forget.

We must have been in the lake for half an hour. When one of the girls wasn’t sucking me, she kept her warm body in back of me, hugging me tightly with her arms up and around my armpits as if she thought I was going somewhere. I loved the feeling of a warm pussy on my butt and squashed, warm breasts on my back.

When May and I finally headed for shore, the other girl swam off underwater. I guess she didn’t want to be seen with me. May and I dried each other off. Joyce and Florence were still sunbathing. They had missed all the excitement although they started making up for it after I was dry. Florence pointed the way through some bushes. She took my hand and we came upon a spread-out blanket someone had spread on the ground. On it were two different sized silicon dildos and a Nikon camera. I knew May was deeply into photography. She worked on the school newpaper and the year book.

Joyce arrived and laid on the blanket. I liked the idea that she had on a one-piece bathing suit. For a mother, she had a nice frame. Joyce raised her hand and took mine. I laid down beside her.

Florence laid down nude beside her mother on the blanket. May then took off her bikini and straddled me, one of her legs on each side. I looked up, staring at her naked pussy and nice breasts. I was already nude from the swim. Florence started sliding a hand up and down my side, then down my butt. She locked her inside leg inside my leg closest to her and pulled my leg toward her. Joyce locked her leg around my other one, and then started rubbing my ass-hole. I knew what was coming. That’s why two dildos were spread out.

Florence had once done the same thing to me while I was in her bedroom while her parents had been gone. May hadn’t been present. Of course, neither had Joyce. At the time, Florence had me all to herself. I wondered how she had kept the dildos secret from Joyce or where they her mother’s and Florence was borrowing them to use on me.

As the action got more intense, May kept trying to ride me but failing, Joyce dildoed my ass, and Florence stroked me everywhere.

Things started changing. I tried not to make noise to attract the attention of the other student campers. Two girls and a woman all over me in the sunshine was already enough. Florence changed position with May. She was persistent and got enough of my penis inside her that she could rise up and push down on my cock as the others kept my legs spread partly out. She continued and started panting. Joyce reminded Florence of the others well beyond the dense bushes. After Florence came, the girls turned me over. Joyce started licking my ass-hole.

Toss me that lotion, May, Florence said. I’ll butter him up and we all can play together. This is my secret place. I know nobody here will bother us.

So now I know who organized this, I thought.

Jacob, this will be more fun for all of us if you pretend to be a tiger. Get on all fours.

In low tones, I comically roared.

While Florence creamed my ass, May sat facing my butt at one oblique angle while Joyce sat at the opposite oblique angle. They were about 90 degrees apart. May picked up the smallest black dildo. Joyce took hold of my cock. She said, I’m holding onto your dick just to keep you balanced.

Uh, huh, I said frowning.

Okay, May, said Florence. Go ahead.

I felt the dildo enter my ass. It was two inches around and about eight inches long. Joyce pulled my dick completely backward. She wiggled her way even closer to me and put my member in her mouth as May pushed and pulled the dildo. I started breathing heavily.

How did you girls think this up? I asked, my eyes rolling.

Joyce said, Florence and I do it to my husband.

That should have shocked me, but seeing all the different times mother was with other women and men doing similar things, it didn’t.

Well, I really like what you two are doing. Keep it up. I can take that bigger dildo if you want to try it.

When I looked sidewise at Florence, she was smiling. She handed it to May. I felt the first dildo exit and the larger one enter. It still felt good.

Not bad, I said. I’m just glad you don’t have a bigger one.

But we do, Joyce corrected. It’s in the tent. We were planning on using it in you tonight. Some things should be surprises.

I saw May nodding. Growl again, for me, Jacob, she said. I loved that. She traded places with Florence. May grabbed her camera.

A beautiful, young nude with a camera. What a sight, I thought. I’d like to take pictures of her.

Maybe when you’re done taking pictures of my ass with a dildo hanging out of it, you’ll take a few pictures of both of you and Florence nude that I can have. You don’t even have to have a dildo hanging out of your pussies to make me happy.

The girls and the mother started quietly laughing. May kept snapping pictures and had me pose in different ways. Joyce kept close to my dick, pulling it occasionally. I was hoping May’s pictures wouldn’t end up on the internet, in the school newspaper, or in the year book. But even if they did, I knew it wouldn’t worry me. Lots of girls and women had already seen me nude. I had learned early on not to be bashful and so far at least, my reputation had been complimentary among females.

That night in the tent, Joyce got nude, too. Her adult pussy was bigger than those of the girls and she rode me as the girls watched. I was too big for May’s copher but even so, she tried to suck me dry. By 2 A.M., when everybody else had finished partying around a campfire and went to bed, I was so exhausted by the activity of the three highly sexed females that I fell asleep in Joyce’s arms. I don’t know how long they used me after that, but I woke up sore.

Girls gossip. Sometimes they make up stories to improve their social status. The crazy thing about my senior year was that word got around to teachers that I was supposedly taking advantage of the girls. Four female teachers got together to explore the gossip. When I met with them, I tried to explain that because of my penis mutation, many girls in school were so curious, they wanted to find out if the gossip they heard was true. I argued that I wasn’t taking advantage of girls, they kept taking advantage of me. It finally came down to whether or not I was telling the truth.

The four teachers brought me into a secluded classroom. They asked me to take off my pants and underwear. They saw my mutation. All four teachers—all in their twenties—immediately started handling me and my all too obvious member.

You see, I said. It always happens the same way. At first, people are just curious. Then, when they see my dick, they want to handle it like you four are doing to see if it’s real. Finally, some woman or girl wants to either suck on it or put it in her butt or her pussy.

My explicit language apparently got the teachers worked up because three of them started taking off their clothes. while the fourth sucked my dick. After that, I never had another after school teacher conference but I did have several after school liasons with each of them, sometimes at their apartments.

As a senior, I was busy with books and busy with sex. More and more girls wanted to date me. The teachers had grown fonder of me, as well. I was, no doubt, the most popular boy in high school. My yearbook was signed by scads of girls. During the high school prom that I attended with both May and Florence, I was voted Most Likely To Succeed.

I was thinking about applying to college but that depended largely upon my sexual work load. I was enjoying sex for the first time, not just allowing everyone to play with my body. There were so many encounters during all of my senior year that it is even difficult to recount them all. Nowadays, some blur into others.

The day after the prom, Florence invited me to dinner at her house. I asked if her mother would be there. Florence said, Yes. She loves your body. Since she met you, you’re all she’s been talking about.

That’s a compliment, I guess. Then after dinner, I assume we’ll all be in bed together, not on a blanket in the grass, I said.

Knowing my mother, you’d be right, said Florence. Lately, I’d call her a cougar."

She needs a man that bad, huh? Well okay, I’ll come, I said.

I liked their house, a two story job. Joyce’s husband had been a mechanical engineer and had designed things and made a fair amount of money doing it. Unfortunately for him, the work was also very stressful and he had died early of a massive heart attack, leaving Joyce and Florence very comfortable. When Joyce had fucked me at the camp, she said she hadn’t had sex for two years. I guess that was enough reason to ride me.

The house was cluttered with knicknacks of all kinds. There were three bedrooms and a bath and a half. Florence had her own room. She had an older sister name Marie, who was off at Harvard studying law. The third room in the house was hers but since Marie didn’t come home often, her room was a spare for guests.

Joyce and Florence had fixed a baked chicken thigh dinner with all the trimmings. Since I was still at mother’s and she was a terrible cook, their home cooking tasted elegant to me and I partook greedily. All during dinner, Joyce kept eyeing me even more fervently than did Florence.

Thank you for such a lovely dinner, Mrs. Pannick. You, too, Florence.

Don’t be so formal. We know each other pretty well by now. Just call me Joyce.

Okay, Joyce... Thank you.

She rose from her chair. Come with me to my bedroom, Jacob. I want to show you something.

At that point, I thought it might be more like me showing her something, but I said, Okay. Are you coming, Florence?

I wouldn’t miss this for the world, the daughter said gleefully.

Joyce took my hand and led me up the ivory colored, carpeted stairs. Florence followed closely behind. When we were inside the bedroom, I looked around. There wasn’t anything particularly intriguing about it. It had its own window and shades were open. There were a couple of dressers and a night stand. The queen size bed had a white metal frame and had a multicolored floral comforter on it.

Joyce sat me on the bed. Florence came over, expecting me, perhaps to get undressed. Instead, her mother unzipped my fly, forcefully drew my pants to my ankles, practically ripped off my jockey shorts while lowering them to my ankles, and unvelcowed my band. My dick stood up invitingly. Joyce bent over the bed and placed my dick in her mouth as her daughter looked on. Ferociously, almost like an animal, she forced her mouth and tongue into play. She didn’t even remove her gold framed glasses.

Florence came over to the bed to watch as her mother placed her right hand under my balls and began squeezing them. She soon had me as excited as I had ever been. She had an experienced mouth and a more experienced tongue.

Florence started undressing to one side of her mother.

Her mother looked over to say, What are you doing, Flo? He’s mine.

That statement drove me wild.

You’re not going to share him? asked the daughter.

Why would I? said the mother. She started her intense form of fellatio all over again."

That’s not fair, mother.

Florence undressed completely anyway and then stood up on the bed over me.

Let me play with her pussy, I said to Joyce. She has a really nice one.

As Joyce went deep and then deeper, she waggled her head as if making a decision.

When she came back up on top of my dick again, she said, If she can hold a pose over the top of your tongue, go ahead, tongue her.

Florence didn’t look so angry after that. As I bent my neck a little backward, Florence straddled her pussy over my tongue. I still didn’t believe the pressure that her mother was applying to my member, but it distracted me enough that I had a difficult time licking her daughter’s cunt. I could tell that Florence was frustrated when she moved away, laid down on the bed, and masturbated.

Joyce pulled my legs backward so that only my butt rested on the bed. She placed her hands beneath my buttocks and she sucked me even deeper. I started alternately watching the daughter, then her mother, then Joyce again. When Florence finished with herself, she changed position and started deep kissing me.

When I came into Joyce’s mouth, a feeling of joy consumed me. This has been a damn good senior year, I thought.

Incredibly, the evening with Joyce wasn’t done yet.

She undressed and stood up in front of the bed, letting me get a good, full look at her. She had a nice blonde snatch. I sat up with my hands in back of me for support and looked over at Florence. She shrugged, also, not knowing what to expect. Joyce urged her body into a complete backbend.

Stand up, Jacob, she said.

When I stood, the angle of her pussy matched the downward slope of my dick. She pulled my member right into her snatch. She started moving forward and backward, explaining, I was a cheerleader when I was in high school. She felt good enough that I started helping, pumping forward and backward. Once again, her pussy took all of me. I certainly didn’t expect to cum so soon.

That’s my mother, said Florence, the competitor. She just can’t resist showing me up.

Joyce stopped for a minute. I was not only a cheerleader, Jacob, I was a gymnast. And I’m a bit double jointed. Here, I’ll show you. If you like what you see, you can lick my cunt. She moved a little away from the bed.

My dick was sticking straight out. Florence saw an opportunity. She slid over the bed to sit in back of me. She reached between my legs and put a hand on my dick and the other hand around my balls. She started masturbating me.

Meanwhile, Joyce showed me something I had never seen anyone do. Not a man, girl, or a woman.

I was still standing, Florence masturbating me, as her mother laid on the floor with her head down. Slowly, she raised her entire body over her neck so that her shoulders were laying flat on the floor. That alone looked extemely difficult. But then she brought her feet completely forward so that her soles rested on the floor on either side of her head. At that point, she looked like a perfect forward-looking M, her head watching her daughter exercising my dick. To complete the position, she held her ankles on each side of her head with her hands.

I shook my head in disbelief. If someone had told me a woman could get into a position like that, I would have told them they were crazy or on drugs.

What do you think? Joyce asked.

I didn’t say a word. Instead, I walked around to where Joyce’s pussy was more prominent than I had ever seen one, and open at that. I knelt down. I put my hands around her butt cheeks that were in the same position as her head, and I dived my tongue deeply into her.

I looked up long enough to ask, How long can you hold this magnificent pose?

As long as you’d like.

Wow! I exclaimed.

Florence looked on disappointed. To her, there seemed no way to join in.

My favorite twosome that year was only one I watched. May and Florence, I discovered, were bisexual. They invited me to watch them work on each other. I was actually thrilled they would invite me. I doubted if either mother knew about it.

From camping, I knew that Florence’s body was about perfect for a seventeen-year old. It was as well-developed as Fish-lips’ had been when I played around with her earlier in the year. May was pretty close to being flat-chested. However, she had the cutest cunt I had yet seen next to Fish-lips’. Every time I got close to May’s pussy, my dick shivered. That’s how pretty it was. Too bad I couldn’t find a way to enter it.

With some friends, Joyce had gone on a jaunt to the state capitol. When I got to Florence’s house, she hurriedly escorted me inside. She was naked from her toes to her belly button. Only a pink tee-shirt covered her nicely formed breasts. I had loved her bush when I was at the campground. She led the way up the stairs and I got to see her buns and pussy at work. When she opened the door to her bedroom, May was on the bed playing with her pussy, inserting and withdrawing a red vibrator about the size and taper of a carrot. Sex researchers had found that men masturbate three times more than females. I wondered if that was true at all for Florence and May.

In her own home, Florence was fast attack. She motioned me to sit on the edge of the bed. She went over to May, grabbed the vibrator out of her hand, flipped the girl over and spread her legs wide enough that Florence could lick her cunt. She held May upside down like that while sitting on the bed. May placed her hands flat on the floor to keep her body up at the right height for Florence’s tongue. Florence licked May’s labia first. Then Florence licked deeper. Soon her tongue was inside May’s vagina. Florence began plunging the red vibrator in and out of May’s ass. I wanted badly to get out of my clothes, but when I started running down my zipper, Florence shouted, No! Not this time. You just watch. You don’t get to play with us.

Florence kept licking and fucking May until she came shuddering. Then Florence let May slip to the rug, where the girl continued to shudder and roll her eyes. It was the longest orgasm I had ever seen for an adolescent. I decided then and there I would need to try it on a woman though I had no one specific in mind.

I expected that May was going to do something interesting to Florence, also, but it never happened. I was told to go back to my place. Once there, I laid on my bed and masturbated, thinking about what I had seen. It had been so erotic. I didn’t know a seventeen-year-old girl knew to do something so racy and wild.

Chapter Two

During the time I was the instructor of Lucinda’s sex classes, I had my own life. I continued the classes for a bit longer, even though I had been attacked twice in the shower by classmembers. I was no worse for wear although I feared the gossip that would eventually cross between members of both classes. What would happen to me then? I tried to shrug it off.

Susan, the psychiatrist now firmly in charge of the group dynamics part of my classes, was still an occasional bed buddy. She told me more and more stories about her captive time; I felt more and more sorry about what she had experienced.

The bright side of things was that other well-to-do students called me. One night I spent with Alice. She was a blonde who I had found particularly attractive. I started breaking my own rules. Again. She called me over to her apartment. When she opened her door, she was ready for action, completely nude.

What would have happened if it hadn’t been me on the other side of the door when you opened it? I asked her.

She pointed to the peep-hole in the door. I certainly wouldn’t have let in another person, male or female. I’m not that kind of woman.

I already knew what kind of woman she was—one who could afford to hire a male prostitute. While talking to her while she had been on workout machines, I also knew she was athletic and studious. She wore glasses and read a wide variety of different kinds of books. I had told her I loved smart, athletic women. She might not have been as academic as Susan, but I knew she was bright, maybe even smarter than me.

She pulled me into the room by my coat. It was still winter outside and if not for the coat, I would have been frozen. It had been a long walk for me from a once empty parking space on the main street to her apartment building.

Alice, I found, didn’t own a car. She took buses, taxis, and walked wherever she needed to go in the city. She had said it kept her in better shape. By the looks of her well-toned figure, that’s something I could appreciate as she stood in front of me in her living room.

I know you like what you see, Alice said. She jiggled her size 38 boobs, then held them up higher with her palms beneath them. They were set well apart, a bit lit Trisha’s, who I hadn’t seen in quite some time because of her new Delta flight schedule. My eyes went right down from Alice’s breasts to her reddish bush.

Yeah, I do like what I see. A lot. My eyes traveled back up to her shoulder length curly blonde hair that closely matched the color of her bush, which I knew wasn’t often the case for women.

She didn’t even bother to take off my coat and shirt before she had my pants and boxer shorts down and had my velcrow strap off. My dick stood proudly straight forward.

I can’t imagine how any woman can resist you, she said. She grabbed my dick and hurried me to a nearby chair and maneuvered her pussy right over my third leg. In a complicated bit of rolling around using her long hairless legs, she fully sat down and blew a labored breath.

You feel just... terrific, Jacob.

It was the first time I’d ever had sex with a coat on. A shirt, yes, but never a coat over it.

Her arms were on the wings of the chair and she used them and one foot on the seat of the chair to glide up and down. All I could see of her as she did was her long hair swishing sidewise and back and forth, the dimples above her buttocks, and the nice sway of her unblemished back.

Can you keep this up all hour? I asked her.

I don’t know, but I’m certainly willing to give it a try.

The hour passed swiftly and she came twice, more heavily the second time. She never did tell me her profession or how she could afford me. Whatever it was, I figured it required a good deal of stamina.

My next date the same evening was with a non-student, but someone who knew someone in one of the classes. Networking was working and my bank account had actual cash in it. Lucinda paid me well and my side networking was paying even better. I figured I had finally worked my way into middle class America.

When I knocked on Marina’s door, she was fully clothed in black slacks and a red pullover sweater that had flowers running around the collar and to both sides of the seven vertical buttons that formed the closure of the neck entrance. Her hair was strawberry blonde. She was a short woman, not over five-feet, two inches tall. Alice had been more normal height for an American woman—five-feet, eight inches or so.

I quizzed Marina about how she had found out about me. She confirmed that she knew Dasha, one of the Black females in the first class. She said that both she and Dasha were lesbians, but that lately both had been thinking about men, especially after Dasha had been talking about me.

I’ll take that as a compliment, I said.

You should.

But then, actually, you are bisexual, I added. It’s common for a woman who thinks of herself as a lesbian to be bisexual. It probably goes back to our human origins. It’s certainly no secret that women can be both. I see it often enough.

She had fixed a nice Mexican dinner with enchiladas, rice, and refried beans. I hadn’t expected dinner, but when I smelled the aroma of it, my appetite reached a crescendo.

Dasha told me you like Mexican food, Marina sweetly said.

That’s a fact, I replied. I couldn’t really tell if this woman was a Latina or not. Her skin was white, not any shade of brown I generally associated with Latin American women.

Good, because it’s ready to eat.

If I didn’t have a tight schedule, I always appreciated extra things some client might do for me. In those instances, I extended my hourly rate to include their generosity. We sat down to a friendly, lovely dinner. As we talked, Marina wanted to confirm what I had said to the class about mother.

From what I now know of normal mothering, your mother is very different. She doesn’t generally act according to norms. Dasha told me she has used your penis since you were very young.

I had no reason to deny it. That’s the truth. She doesn’t seem to mind using me, occasionally even now, as her personal walking dildo. I’m pretty sure there isn’t an empathy gene in her whole body.

The conversation got around to what Marina expected of me during her evening.

There is a metal bar that my last boyfriend installed in the hallway. You noticed it when you came in. He used it to do pull-ups. I want to hang from it.

I had no trouble visualizing the possibilities.

After dinner, I took off my jacket and shirt. She fondled my member for a time and then she walked over to the bar.

Lift me up and I’ll hold onto it. I’ll open my legs for you.

Sounds like a plan, I replied.

She was cute and compact. I had no trouble lifting her by her waist so she could hold onto the bar with both hands. I was grateful that I had been working out on Evelyn’s equipment. When Marina split her legs a bit, I held both her buttocks from the bottom and worked my tongue into her pussy. She didn’t have much in the way of pubic hair and what she had didn’t extend down around her vagina, as it did on some women I knew. My tongue explored her depths. She started open mouth moaning.

One of those, I thought. The more my tongue prosecuted her interior, the louder she moaned. She felt heavier when her body started shifting a bit side to side. As she came, she started gasping for air. Her whole body shivered and shook.

When I lowered her down, she kissed me and said, Jacob, that was above the moon.

She took my hand and walked me back into her living room.

If you can do it, I want to try one more thing. Dasha did it for me. I’d like to compare how you’d do it. She explained the position.

I said that it would be easier for me if she stood on her head on the couch. Then all I need to do is pick you up, otherwise I might drop you and hurt you.

It was interesting watching her trying to get into a head-down position on her couch, her pussy in the air, and balancing with her hands on the cushions. I thoroughly enjoyed her gyrations. When she was set, I bent down and placed both my arms around her thin waist and lifted her gently off the couch. She placed both her legs around my neck and locked them into place in yoga style. My mouth moved to her pussy and my hands moved to the outsides of her hips.

We were blending perfectly. Then I felt her lips on my dick. I started a kind of back and forth sinusoidal movement so that my dick slid in and out of her mouth and my tongue slid in and out of her pussy. After a minute, I had a nice rhythm going for both of us. Neither one of us said a word as I kept rocking. We continued until she came all over again, more intensely, this time. When I lowered her to her couch, her eyes were still wide. She shook her head.

You do things with your tongue Dasha has never thought of! Marina exclaimed, patting her pussy.

I’m glad you appreciate it, I said.

That was the first time I’ve ever cum twice in an hour, even when I’ve masturbated.

There are some things a tongue can do, that even a dildo still can’t do, I said authoritatively. You are a terrific partner and you have a truly wonderful, receptive vagina.

Marina stepped over to her wallet and pulled out five one hundred dollar bills. Handing them to me, she said, I’ve never had so much fun with money.

I’m pretty sure that’s some of what it’s made for, I said as I left, winking back at her.

As I walked down her hall to the stairs, I recalled the vignette with mother where we had rolled around nude in bed on top of thousands of dollars in American bills.

By midnight, I was done with customers. I fell asleep and had a dream about my early days. One of mother’s female friends, a brunette who called herself Bobby, called to me into our bathroom. I had just watched her and my mother having female 69er relations.

When I came into the bathroom, Bobby was sitting on the toilet, her legs spread and panties down around her ankles.

Jacob, has your mother ever explained to you how a woman pees?

I was only eight and I guess I had never thought about it. It just seemed natural to me that when I did, I stood over the toilet, raised the seat, and peed through the end of my dick. I didn’t even need to do it unless my bladder felt full or I had a let-down that prompted peeing. I hadn’t really thought about how a female might do it.

Kneel down in front of me, Jacob, and I’ll show you how a woman pees.

O-kay.

Mother came nude into the bathroom. She looked Bobby up and down. She said, Giving my son more of an education, I see.

I turned my head to see her nude body leaving.

When a woman pees, first her vagina opens up, said Bobby. She arched her body so I was looking right into it. This is the peehole. She had me place a finger on it to ensure that I knew where it was. Up here, this is the clit...where pleasure comes from... why your mother and I do so many things together. We have grown fond of pleasuring each other. For us, it’s an emotional as well as a physical thing."

She drew my finger from her pee-hole up to her clitoris.

You feel the difference, sugar pie? My clit is a little like your dick. If you rub your tongue from my clit to my pee-hole, and back and forth, it feels really good to me, just like when I rub my tongue up and down your dick and around and around your prepuce at the top.

I nodded. The way she explained it, it was easy to understand.

She moved backward on the toilet and began to pee. A stream of water came forward and then arched down. If a girl wants to, she can pee over three feet in front of herself. And by pressing above a pee-hole, she can direct her stream just about anywhere she wants it.

When she was done, I watched as she wadded up some toilet paper and patted her pee-hole with it. She pressed the handle on the toilet and I heard the water going down with the toilet paper.

Now come closer and put your tongue in my pussy like I’ve seen you do with your mother.

She drew my head as close as possible with both her hands and arched her pussy upwards.

I knew that sometimes the toilet itself smelled bad, but mother had just cleaned it so I sat on my knees with my hands on her hips and let my tongue slide around her pussy.

You can go as deep as you want, Jacob. I won’t mind.

She felt a little acidy on my tongue. She hadn’t wiped herself completely dry. As I licked and poked her, the acidy taste went away. I kept it up for as long as her hands held my head tightly against her. My dream ended and I rubbed my naked dick. For a man, the seduction of a boy by a cougar, for me, had arousing erotic elements to it even back then.

The next day was Monday and I met with my first class. It was still snowing outside when we convened. The class itself went fine; it was the group