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Technical note: A gasp is a rapid intake of breath. In this story, it also means a rapid expelling of breath, since it is close to the sound I mean. Sigh, grunt, groan, pant, and scream don't work.

Stephen Octopus

My parent's restaurant served moussaka (baked eggplant) and spanakopita (spinach pie), but we sold mostly pizza (pepperoni) and grinders (turkey and ham). They had opened it only a few years ago, after we moved here from Rhodos. I helped out after school and on weekends. Between work, high school, and family, I didn't have much time for a social life of my own, but there was a girl I sat behind in math class whom I liked. She was smarter than me, but I worked harder. Sometimes we helped each other with the homework problems, and we had been to a few parties together. One tuesday in august, I packed some lunch and drove her out to the lake.

The parking lot would fill up by mid-morning, but there were only a few cars when we got there, and the small beach was empty. It was a large lake with a path all the way around and oak, spruce, and pine coming down to the water. We walked around to the far side where there was some smooth bare earth coming out from under the trees. We spread out our towels and sat and looked. The sky had only a few rosy-tinted clouds, and half the lake was still in shadow from the surrounding hills. There was a little wind moving over the surface, and there were some boats in the distance with men fishing. We heard a few runners go by on the path, and birds in the trees. A blue dragonfly darted out over the water and came back to perch on a low twig. Some bluegill drifted under the surface with black spots by their gills and blue iridescence in their tails, side fins waving and eyes wide. I tossed in a small pebble, and one of them darted over and swallowed it, then spit it out again.

She stood up and turned away from me to pull off her shirt and shorts and reveal a purple one piece bathing suit. She was fairly thin, and the racer back showed off her strong shoulders. Her dark hair came only a little way down her back, and the high cut made her legs seem very long. She wore a short gold chain around her neck, gold studs in her ears, and a four band gold puzzle ring. She walked a few steps to the water and waded in over the gravel bottom until she dipped below the surface, then did a breast stroke a little way before she took off in a crawl, going along the shore. I lay back and waited. A little while later I heard her coming back, the even splashing of her strokes gradually getting louder. When she was still a little way out, her buttocks and legs came up like the flukes of a whale as she dove and swam underwater. Then she stood up in waist deep water like golden Aphrodite rising from the sea, sunlight sparkling from the water dripping off her and ripples radiating out from around her in circles. I smiled as her lithe and sinewy form waded toward me, and handed her a towel with my toes. She looked surprised and asked if I had four arms. I said no, now that she was back I had eight. She sat down next to me, and I kissed her and stroked her calf with the bottom my foot, which is as sensitive as a hand. She smiled at me and tried to pick up things with her toes.

We ate a lunch of salata horiatiki (Greek salad), dolmadakia (stuffed grape leaves), and baklava (honey pastry), then both went into the water. More people had shown up, so we swam along the shore to where we couldn't be seen easily from the near bank. We stood in water up to our shoulders, and I kissed her. She returned the kiss, and my hands strayed down her back. I felt her buttocks through the thin material, and my penis pressed against her belly. She allowed this for a minute, but then turned away from me to face across the lake. My hands were now on her hips and my erection pressed between her buttocks, with only two thin layers of spandex separating us. I moved my hands around to the front of her hips, which her suit didn't cover, and kissed the side of her neck. One of my hands moved to the outside of her suit where her pubic hair started and began stroking her. She seemed unsure if she should allow this, but obviously liked it. She started moving with me, and as she got more excited, I moved my hand a little lower, to the top of her slit. She liked this better and forgot her worries. I moved my other hand in through her leg opening and pubic hair, down between her legs. She parted her thighs slightly, and I slipped a finger into her opening. She was warm and slick. My other hand went inside her suit and rubbed directly on her clitoris. Her breathing got deeper, but I kept my motions slow and firm.

I brought one hand back around to undo the knot of my Speedo and pull it down in front, then turned her around and kissed her. Our tongues rubbed together, and I pulled the front of her suit aside so I could rub directly against her belly. Sound travels over the water, so she put her lips close to my ear and whispered she wanted me. I said I didn't have any protection. She said her doctor had put her on the pill years ago to control her cycle. She pulled my suit down more, moved hers farther to the side, held on with one arm around my neck, wrapped her legs around me, and guided me into her. The water supported most of our weight as my two lower limbs balanced us, and her four around my neck and waist held us together. My hands holding both her buttocks felt the muscles inside ripple as her pelvis moved against mine, sliding off and on me. We had to go slow so the water wouldn't wash away her lubrication faster than she could make it. I kissed her and held us still so no one could tell what we were doing. We pressed desperately together, apart slightly, and back all the way together. She felt wonderful around me, but I didn't seem to be getting anywhere. I wanted it to last forever, and it seemed like it might. Then her breathing got deeper, and she put her head beside mine. Her thrusts got larger and faster, and then she was taking large, deep, quiet breaths as she came. I knew she was smiling over my shoulder as I kept going, and a minute later felt my cum jetting out of me and into her.

If anybody could see us from the bank, they might have been able to figure out what was going on, but they couldn't be sure. We kissed again slowly, and she held me inside her. Washing up was no problem. We cleaned ourselves off, readjusted our suits, and dove underwater to wash off the sweat.

I still didn't have much time for a social life, but we managed to find time to be together. We met at the university library to study, found an isolated carrel and an extra chair, and sat close enough together that no one could see from the back when I undid her pants and put my hand inside. I visited her when she was baby sitting after the kid was asleep, made love to her quickly on the sofa for fear the parents would come home early, and got to see her naked for the first time. She invited me to her friend's party, took me up to the cupola at the top of the house, and made love to me with a three hundred sixty degree view. When we finished high school she wanted to get married and start a family. I said I didn't want to. I had a military obligation in Greece and wanted to go to college. She told me men are pigs and to go to hell.

I remembered almond trees in the valleys of Tilos, long stone stairways between whitewashed houses, island cats begging for food, peacocks walking around in Rodini Park, black robed priests with beards, beaches full of naked German tourists, street stands selling sponges from the Caribbean and the Philippines, and narrow stone streets in Rhodos Old Town. The army was much different. I often thought about fleeing back to the States.

The military is a bunch of dried up old men feeding on the blood of their own children. The difference between officers and soldiers is often social, economic, and racial, but it is always generational, even if they hide behind young lieutenants. In ancient times the rulers on both sides had the same aim, to keep the young men in line. Officers used a sword to drive them to slaughter. Now they use television and video games.

I was always grateful when my sisters sent me peanut butter cookies or oatmeal raisin cookies. They, along with my music, were a physical link. If I ran out, I would use a little of the money I was saving to buy some pastry or bread at a bakery in town. I felt if all I had to eat was the food the army gave me, I would be lost.

I usually took care of my own needs, but I visited a prostitute a few times. It is an honorable profession, but like a doctor or a nurse, they see too much pain and suffering. If they don't learn detachment, they burn out. She took me upstairs to a small room. I got undressed and let her put a condom on me. I asked her take off all her clothes, and she did. She was a little older than me, and had soft round breasts hanging down, wide hips, and a thick patch of dark pubic hair. I imagined she was a priestess serving the temple of Aphrodite, and that our sex together was an act of worship. She talked to me, but I didn't pay any more attention to her words than she did. I let her voice be an invocation of the goddess, as her body was. She lay back, and I slipped into her. I felt her around me and moved gently and respectfully, and together we were part of something that went back beyond Socrates and Sappho and Homer, to the beginnings of man and life and spirit. It didn't matter what she or I thought of it, the link was still there to be found by any who looked. It was a connection to the land and nature, but that was only part of it, the part that we could see. I let myself get lost in the feel of her body moving under mine, her breasts and belly and thighs, and found what I needed to survive. I felt the sensation in my groin expand, the stream of cum move through my urethra and penis, and the surrounding muscles spasm to shoot it out in spurts.

After a year I was discharged and returned home. I didn't look back. Though my guitar playing had improved, I hadn't been able to save much money, so I needed a job, loans, and what help my parents could give in order to start college. I wanted to study math and computer science.

The woman from the astronomy club pretty much dragged me back to her room and hid me there. I had been looking at her necklace of smooth lapis stones and carved opaque carnelian beads separated by bits of molded silver, with a larger piece of lapis hanging in the center. I had seen it before we went out to the big telescope on the roof, while we were waiting for everyone to show up, and had tried not to stare, but it was a beautiful and fascinating piece of work. After we had looked at the crescent of Venus and the moons of Jupiter, she wanted to look at the nebula in Orion. When we went back inside, I looked for her so I could try to make out more of the carving and was surprised to find her right behind me. Before I knew what was happening, I was in her bed and we were making love.

My wits were as scattered as our clothes, but I tried to concentrate on what I was doing. I think she had stopped long enough to put a condom on me, but I wasn't sure. Her white skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and her breasts were enormous, with large pink areolae and nipples that were poking into me. Her hips and thighs were large, but she didn't seem fat. Her curly dark reddish brown hair was combed out and spread over the ivory sheet. Nearly as tall as I was, her gray green eyes were looking straight at me, and her mouth had a predatory smile. The only thing she was wearing was her necklace. The blue lapis had white specks and gold flecks, and the red carnelian was carved in some sort of pattern that was different from the raised pattern on the silver beads. I couldn't make out if the large rounded piece of lapis at her throat was carved as a dove, swan, horse, bull, bee, butterfly, snake, fish, or woman. It seemed to change as I looked at it.

I was surprised that such a big woman could be so tight. Her grip might have been painful if she hadn't been so well lubricated. I felt the muscles in her vagina ripple down my penis with each thrust as she bounced up to meet me. The quaking in her thighs and breasts didn't have time to subside before the next shock hit. I thought she might explode. With each thrust our pubic hair grated together. I kissed her, and she nearly swallowed my tongue. Then her eyes locked onto mine as she opened her mouth, and it sounded like she did explode as she screamed out her orgasm. The bed shook, and she flushed bright red, and the fluids gushed out of her like a great tide. She kept going, taking great gulps of air, until I felt the pressure building up inside me, the tremors racing to the surface, and the cum exploded out of me as she milked me like a cow until she had taken everything I had.

That's the last thing I remember until she was shaking me awake while it was still dark and telling me I had to get dressed and go. She kissed me before she nudged me out of bed. I stumbled around trying to find my own clothes out of what was scattered about the room. There seemed to be more clothes than what we had been wearing. There was a long silky saffron shirt or dress on a pile of books near the wall, and large black feathery garment over the back of a chair, some sort of robe or cloak. I pulled on my jeans and checked the pockets. I couldn't tell if any of the loose change I had come across was mine, but figured it didn't matter. I found my backpack under a pair of pants by the door. I turned to say good night and saw her skin still rosy and a red gleam come from around her neck.

As I headed for my dorm, I saw the sky starting to get less dark in the east, and before I got there, saw the same red gleam I had just left, but was too tired to think anything about it.

She took me parties where I met some of her other lovers and their other lovers. At one, there was a brown haired girl stripped to the waist sitting cross legged on the floor playing guitar. She had beautiful round medium sized cream colored breasts with light brown nipples. Her long skirt was held up by her knees, and I could see a dark tuft of pubic hair underneath. She played and sang well. When she found out I played, she wanted to hear me. She put on a sweater and sandals before we walked across campus to her room. Her lovemaking was sweet and gentle. The dorm bed squeaked as we moved in unison, and her roommate pretended to be asleep. Her vagina felt warm and slippery as my penis moved in and out of her, and my arms felt her slender and lively body as we held each other under the single sheet we used for modesty. I kissed her, and her tongue rubbed against mine, her breasts pressed into me, and her hips rose to meet me each time I pushed into her. She came twice before I did, gasping quietly under me, and then I felt the urgency building up inside me, and we came nearly together.

My gentle musician had other lovers, but we all knew about each other and got along fairly well. She saw me when she had time, and I was grateful. The other woman in my life was different. I never knew when I would run into her and she would take me back to her room, but it always seemed to be after dark. There were two of her lovers I didn't meet. She told me about a matched set of fraternity brothers she had picked out, both lean and muscular, both on the swim team, and both hung like horses. When she stayed over at their house, one would make love to her in the evening, and the other in the morning. She said she had told them about me, but they didn't believe I existed. They thought I was her imaginary friend.

I liked going for long walks on back roads, but one time it started to get dark, the wind picked up, and I heard thunder in the distance. I thought I was going to get soaked, but just as big drops of rain started to fall on the pavement, two huge white swans flew across the road in front of me only a few feet above the trees. The rain stopped, the wind died, and it started to get lighter. A patch of blue appeared through the clouds. I felt there was something I should remember, but I didn't know what.

I was surprised to learn that the necklace I had admired was stolen. My light-fingered lover had waited until the small pagan shop was busy, then asked to see the necklace. When the clerk was with someone else, she had pretended to put the necklace back, then palmed it and walked out. She said most of her jewelry wasn't expensive, but she hadn't paid for any of it. What she hadn't shoplifted, various lovers had given her. She showed me Baltic amber, Brazilian carnelian, Japanese jade, Canadian lapis, Indian moonstone, and Australian pearls. The only exception was a silver moonstone ring, which she had gotten from her sister.

I always had to leave before it got light, but one time I didn't want to and tried to start making love again. I suddenly found myself naked in the hallway outside her door with a pile of clothes at my feet. Scantily clad people in dorm hallways weren't that unusual, but I got dressed hurriedly and left.

I didn't run into her or see her at parties after that. She always seemed to have just left or to be in some other room where I couldn't find her, even when someone said they had just talked to her. I had been to her room many times, but she had always taken me there, and it had been dark. When I tried to find it on my own, I wasn't even sure which building it was. I couldn't believe it. Even if I had been someplace only once, I had always been able to find my way back to it, whether walking or driving, but now my sense of direction had deserted me. People told me those she had taken didn't usually escape and not to look for her, and since I now made people nervous and some avoided me, I took their advice seriously. My brown haired beauty wasn't afraid of me, but when she asked me to tie her up, she started to make me nervous. When she got mad because I refused to hit her, I fled.

When I finished college I got a programming job with a defense contractor. There weren't many jobs available, and the others paid less. The work wasn't difficult, but it took a long time to get anything done because I kept having to wait for feedback and approval from different people. I generally worked on eight different projects at once. I found that many of the existing programs were inefficient, and I streamlined some of them.

I dated a little, but was careful not to get too serious and not to date Greek girls. I didn't want an SUV, a house in the suburbs, and two point five kids, and I didn't want to go back to the orthodox church, which had wiped out all trace of Aphrodite and anything to do with sex. Sex was an important part of life, and I thought it should be part of religion, but nobody else did. I felt I was being forced to choose between sterility and hedonism, and I didn't want to. Maybe I was too stubborn.

I had always lived with people, whether it was family, soldiers, or roommates. Now I was spending too much time by myself, and I didn't know what to do. I went out to bars with people from work so I wouldn't have to go back to my apartment. I had avoided drinking too much in the army and in college, but now I often found myself stumbling home at night. So I would have another drink and go to bed.

After a couple years, guilt and frustration motivated me to look for another job, and I found one with an insurance company. I took a sizable pay cut, but still made more than I needed. I stopped drinking, and started going for more long walks through parks and by the water, past bookstores, bakeries, and apartments, by restaurants with tables outside and groups of people sitting by plates of half eaten food, and bars with neon beer signs buzzing, through streams of mismatched people trooping past glass storefronts with white plastic dummies dressed in expensive clothes, dodging cars and taxis, sunlight and street light on bricks and concrete.

I had placed a personal ad on a poly web site looking for someone who wanted an open relationship with no BDSM. Most of the ads were from couples looking for bi females and complaining there weren't any. After getting no response for several months I forgot about it, so I was surprised to get an e-mail from Karen, and it took me a minute to figure out what she was talking about. She said that she and two friends were interested in forming a poly household, and would I like to meet and talk? I wrote back and said yes.

I showed up at her door with a tray of baklava not knowing what to expect. She had asked me to look at The Art of Loving and Games People Play. I, in turn, had asked her to read Barnard's translation of Sappho and the first two cantos of Ezra Pound. She let me in and introduced me to Diane and Frank.

Karen was above average height with compact breasts, a narrow waist, and nicely flaring hips. Her straight chestnut hair came a down to her collarbone, and she had honey colored eyes and fair skin with an even tan and just a few freckles. Diane was black, her nose a little wider and her dark lips slightly fuller than Karen's, and not as tall. She had milk chocolate skin, luscious dark brown eyes, curling black hair, large hanging breasts, and full hips. Frank was medium height with brown hair.

With four people around Karen's table, we overflowed into the living area. She said she had gotten the recipe for the rice and beans from her friend Linda. It had broccoli, corn, and other vegetables, and there was a cucumber and tomato salad.

The Art of Loving talked about love as a pathological state, a form of insanity. The Greeks had seen it as something that happened for no apparent reason, and so explained it as the action of a god. The other kind of love, the kind that you didn't fall into but had to build, they considered fellowship and used a different word for it. The Greek view of the two kinds of love as unrelated wasn't right, and the modern view of them as the same wasn't right either. You couldn't build a lasting relationship on either one. The first kind vanished as mysteriously as it appeared, and the second kind didn't include sex. So there must be something else, though people who used the term fuckbuddy didn't seem to think so. If they didn't happen to be in love at the moment, they had sex with a friend while they waited for chance or divine intervention. People who believed in polyamory, responsible non-monogamy, used the term NRE, new relationship energy, for the first kind of love. It was expected to fade. Karen, Diane, and Frank used the ideas from The Art of Loving to try to build something deeper before it did so, to build a love based on care, responsibility, respect, and knowledge.

We had finished eating by this point in the discussion, and so moved over to the living area. We all seemed to agree, we just used different terms. I was thrilled to have met people who thought like I did, and was fervently hoping that they would like me. I sat next to Karen on the love seat, Diane sat in the chair next to us, and Frank sat on the floor by her knee. I didn't see a television and asked about it. Karen said she used to have one but had given it away. The comedies condemned her lifestyle, the dramas promoted violence, the news was biased, and the ads were depressing. Besides, she no longer had time to watch it. Work, friends, relationships, classes, and practice kept her too busy. She studied tai chi, and had taken up the flute again after having dropped it after high school. She was happy when I told her I played guitar. Her friends Mark and Jose played flute and guitar together, and she would like to try playing with me. We set up a time.

I told them about myself, and they told how they had met through mutual friends. Since the two women weren't bi, they wanted another man to balance things out, and since groups of four had been found to be unstable, they were aiming for two women and three men. Frank had agreed that was the most practical arrangement, since he might then be able to get some sleep occasionally. Before I left I hugged everyone and kissed Karen and Diane.

A couple weeks later I met Karen, Diane, and Frank at their friend's apartment. I brought my guitar and a Greek country salad without feta, so it would be vegan. I met Karen's other lover, Paul, a tall quiet black man, and Frank's other lover, Judy, who looked like an Asian version of Karen except her hair was a little longer. Also Mark, Jose, and Linda, who had made vegan moussaka with tofu and soy milk in addition to eggplant, potatoes, and tomato. It was very good, but different. Paul apologized for putting me through inspection, but I said I was Greek and understood big families and having to meet everyone. We all sat at their large table, and I asked how many of the people they had considered had made it this far. Diane said none, and one hadn't even made it all the way through the first dinner. He had gotten angry and walked out. I found this encouraging.

Karen had lent me her copies of the sheet music to Gluck's Orfeo ed Euridice and Mozart's Marriage of Figaro and told me which of the arias she liked. I had been listening to my recordings of them, looking at the score, and trying to come up with a guitar accompaniment to the melodies that wasn't just chords. I had worked out something using one or two of the other parts at a time along with some chords so that I had fragments of counterpoint. I tried playing them while Karen played the melodies on her flute, and they sounded pretty good. Paul and Jose were impressed. But when Mark and Jose played some pieces for flute and guitar by Piazzolla that they had been practicing, it was my turn to be impressed. They were much better than either Karen or I. I told her we needed to practice more, and she agreed. I again hugged everyone before I left, and kissed Karen and Diane a little longer this time. I also kissed Judy and Linda.

The following week I took Karen out to a Greek restaurant where the owners and staff knew me. We had tzatziki (yogurt and cucumber), gigantes (giant beans), dolmathes (stuffed grape leaves), and domates yemistes (stuffed tomatoes). Karen wasn't vegan, she just didn't eat much meat. I never ate kalimari or htapodi (squid or octopus). She and I and my guitar when back to her apartment afterward and tried the arias again. Then she got out her Beatles, which was much easier. After we played Michelle, I kissed her. Which wasn't easy, since we were both sitting cross legged on the floor with the music sitting on a stand on front of us and my guitar in the way. But I set down my guitar and leaned over while she had her flute in her lap. She didn't object. Maybe she was expecting it.

She responded to my kiss. Our lips traveled over each other, feeling each other as they slid, pushing and sucking, each pair drawing the other inside. But not for very long, since we were in an awkward position. We broke apart. My hand on her back followed as she turn away to set down her flute, and when she rose, pulled me up with her. It drew me after her as she walked to the love seat, and wrapped my arm around her as she turned to sit. She moved over so I had room to sit beside her on the side to which I was attached. Her arm moved behind me to form a double bond, and we resumed our kiss.

Our arms twined round each other like the ivy of Lyaeus possessing Acoetes's ship, held fast as the sea swirled around us, tendril and vine shoot, hot breath and the smell of beasts, lynx purr and pad foot to the bed room, rustle of clothing, air on her grape leaves, fur against my gunwale, hand on my grape cluster and vine stock rising out of nothingness, ribs held fast, latex sheath were no sheath had been, grape cluster over her oar shafts, ivy in her scupper hole, leopard sniffing at her fore hatch, eye glint out of brown hair, sinews moving through the airy nothingness, hot breath pelting blue shadows, water moving under the keel, grape seed in the sea foam, void air in stillness.

Karen was a social worker at a hospital. Diane worked as an accounting clerk and was taking classes at night to finish her bachelor's degree. She helped support her mother and nephew and had a brother in prison. Frank had been in a different prison and worked at whatever jobs he could find, sometimes evenings or nights. He shared both Karen's apartment and Diane's smaller one, spending different nights at each. None of them made a lot of money, but Karen was better off than the other two, so she paid a larger share of the rent. The financial arrangements were carefully worked out and very clear.

The three of them had wanted a weekly ritual with all of them in one bed, like Paul and the others had on monday night, but Diane hadn't liked the idea of only being able participate half the time. Even though we were still getting to know each other, they were anxious to try it with me. Frank sometimes had to work monday evening, so we decided on saturday.

I brought chickpea soup with onions, Frank made spiral pasta with broccoli and taboule, Karen made spicy green beans, and Diane had made a sweet potato pie. We feasted. Afterward, when it got dark, Karen turned off all the lights and took off her clothes. She sat naked on the floor in the moonlight, which streamed in the bay window and glinted off her silver flute. I sat crowded together with Diane and Frank on the love seat, and the movement of Karen's hands and torso and the slow meditative Japanese music she wove around us fascinated me.

Diane had her arms around both Frank and me and moved with the music, and both of us had a hand on one of her knees. She and Frank started kissing, and his hand moved a little higher. I could feel her thigh moving under my wrist. I was surprised that I was surprised that the skin below her shorts felt like a white woman's. I must have assumed that since it looked different, it would feel different. She turned her head and kissed the side of my jaw. I turned and met her lips with mine, and they drew on each other. I moved my hand up her leg, and the back of my fingers met Frank's when she pressed her thighs together. Diane's tongue and mine met and quickly became acquainted. I sucked gently on it when it entered my mouth and ran the tip of mine over its underside. They circled and pushed against each other. I drew her soft lower lip into my mouth and held it in my teeth. I let go and ran my tongue over the inside of it. She sucked my tongue into her mouth. Our lips slid over each other and parted, and she turned back to Frank.

Karen ended the piece of music she was playing and set down her flute. She came over and took my hand, picked up some pillows, and led me over to where the moonlight shown on the floor. She arranged the pillows and took off my clothes, kneeling in front of me so I could step out of my pants. She laid them aside and pulled me to the pillows with her, kissing me and stroking my erect penis. I returned her kiss and held her breast, brushing my fingers over the nipple that quickly became hard. I moved my mouth down to her breast and took it in my mouth, sucking on it and feeling the nipple with my tongue. I moved my hand down, feeling her navel and belly and pubic hair. I ran my fingers through it and tugged on it gently. Her hand moved down and felt my balls inside their sack of skin. My hand moved down and parted her folds. It found the slickness inside and rubbed it over her clitoris. Her hips moved under my hand. My lips moved back up to hers before I let go and reached for the condom she had taken out of my pocket. I tore it open and unrolled it over myself, then knelt between her legs. She helped me guide my penis into her. She was very ready, and I slipped into her easily, going all the way in with just a few strokes, my crotch pressing tightly against hers. I looked at her in the moonlight as our hips moved together and apart, my elbows on either side of her ribs, and my hands behind her shoulders. She gazed back at me with her breasts pressed against my chest and her arms around my neck.

Our movements were slow and deep, and the moonlight moved slowly across her face and thighs and my back and buttocks. Into the spot next to us that the moonlight was now filling stepped Diane and Frank. They lay down next to us, naked and erect. Diane spread her dark thighs, and Frank got between them and entered her. Their buttocks clenched and released as they started moving together, his white body seeming glow on top of her dark one. Her back arched as he rose off her, and then her hips pressed forward to meet his when he came back down. Karen's hand moved over and sought Diane's, then held it as they moved together under Frank and me. Karen and Diane were following each other's movements, both speeding up gradually. Karen was moving faster under me, but holding herself back. Then her movements became more urgent and her breathing deeper, and she was gasping under me as she came and kept coming. I was getting closer when I heard Diane's breathing get louder and faster, and she gasped out as her orgasm rolled over her. Mine was building up inside me, and then it flowed through my belly, out my penis, and into Karen in one big spurt and another and another. Karen slowed while Diane kept working with Frank until he gasped out his orgasm next to us.

Frank kissed Diane, and I kissed Karen. When he and I moved off them, Diane and Karen moved over and kissed each other. They seemed awfully friendly for not being bi, but I guess it was the excitement of the moment. Then Karen climbed over Diane to get to Frank and started kissing him. They still had some moonlight, but it was moving away. Diane slid over to me, and we put our arms around each other. We lay on our sides with her breasts pressed against me, and I kissed her gently. I worked my fingers into the muscles around her shoulder blades, and she relaxed back into them. I worked up to her shoulders and down her back to her buttocks. I was facing her and so not able to do a very good job, but she liked it. I rolled her onto her back and straddled her hips to work on the front of her shoulders. I worked down over her breasts and belly and one hip and thigh. It was a very nice thigh and deserved attention, which I gave it, working on the muscles on the outside and the inside. I kissed her knee and started working on the other thigh, both sides and up to the hip, which I kissed.

She was enjoying it and watching Karen and Frank, who had their hands on each other's crotches. The groin is defined as the crease between the thigh and the trunk, and since I knew Diane wanted to participate, I kissed down that. It also includes the surrounding area, so I kissed up onto her belly. Since I had already done her other side, I kissed down the center through the curls of her pubic hair. I soon reached her slit. I nuzzled the outside of it and tried to stick my tongue inside. She spread her legs farther to open it for me. I pushed back the dark skin of her thighs to open it more and, in the fading moonlight, looked at her small round clitoris peeking out of its hood, her urethra below, and her larger vagina. I breathed in her delicious scent. I stuck out my tongue, touched the tip to her clitoris, and felt her jump under my hands. I rubbed it with my tongue, and she started moving her hips. I put my lips down and sucked it into my mouth, and she started groaning. I moved down to taste the fluids flowing in her vagina. The moonlight looked cold, but I was warm, below her form, in my little hideaway beneath her curls, resting my head on her soft leg, in an awfully tasty garden with a pearl. My mouth and tongue moved back up to dance around her pearl, and my finger found its way into her opening. I continued stroking the sensitive spots on her inside and outside. Her movements got larger and faster, and she gasped again and thrust against me.

I put on a fresh condom and moved up onto and into her, pausing only to taste her breasts. She tasted herself on my lips and knew where I'd been. Karen and Frank were moving together next to us. Diane's orgasm had excited them so that they were both soon gasping again as they shared their own. Which pushed Diane back over the edge, and she came again. I felt so good moving inside her and feeling her moving under me and holding me, that I started to feel the tingling building up in me again and came inside her.

The octopus is an intelligent creature common in Greek waters. When I used to pick up things with my toes, my sisters would call me Stephen Octopus. I liked that and used to pretend I was one. Later, I was pleased that when I had sex with someone we formed a creature with eight arms, but I should have realized that octopuses actually have sixteen arms when they mate, as the four of us did.

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