This is a true story, strange as it may seem. All sexual activity involves people 18+ years old. The names are fictitious, and some elements are embellished. This final chapter, although it contains lots of sex, also has a metaphysical aspect. I strongly suggest you read parts 1 and 2. I'm sure some will not, so I will provide a very brief synopsis.
The time is the 1970s. The place is San Francisco. The story is told from Franks's point of view. Frank has just gotten back from Vietnam and is sitting on a curb with a lighter and a can of gas, contemplating suicide. Denise (whom Frank calls his angel) comes and sits with him, and eventually, they go back to the place she shares with three girls.
Although Frank has an emotional attachment to Denise and Carrie, there is a lot of sexual activity with all four girls. Linda and Sue (the other two girls) invite some friends (two couples) over, and they walk in on Frank, Denise, and Carrie having sex.
The two other girls beg to have sex with Frank while their boyfriends watch. After fucking the other girls, Frank takes Denise and Carrie to bed. Part three begins the morning after the "sex capade."
Denise, if you read this, please contact me.
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Sue, Linda, and their guests (Asher, Charlotte, Andrew, and Caroline) were naked, sprawled out on the living room floor, looking like they had all been thoroughly fucked. Denise, Carrie, and I went to the kitchen to get some coffee and breakfast. After fifteen minutes or so, we could hear some sounds of the others awakening, and we went out to say good morning. They were all gathering their clothes and getting dressed. Denise, Carrie, and I decided to go out to the nearby park to talk and relax in the fresh air. We found a nice spot, spread a blanket, and lounged comfortably in silence for a few minutes.
I broke the silence saying, "I have told you, Denise, that I believe you are my angel, and you have never denied or commented, which is okay, but if you hypothetically agree with me for a moment, I am perplexed about something. Angels are presumed to be Holy beings and not associated with wild sex.
My question is, how can it be okay for me to have sex with you. I also wonder about you, Carrie, because I feel you also were somehow sent to me, although you have denied being an angel. I know that you both played a part in saving my life, and I am grateful, but I do not feel I deserve the new life you both have opened for me."
Denise said, "What if angels are beings that come into a different reality or universe for some time. What if an angel is not constrained to living in one time but is moved from one time period to another time as the Universe sees a purpose for them. As for sex, the idea that sex is bad or "naughty." was probably contrived early on to ensure children's ongoing care and nurturance. In this time, a family unit is still essential, but as has been said, "there is a time for all things," including sexual freedom and play.
Do you think that an orgasm would be so pleasurable and still be forbidden? Sex does not always lead to pregnancy, and today there are good ways to prevent pregnancy until the time and connection are correct. When it comes to creating life, there is an undeniable responsibility and joy that should be honored and upheld. Accept that you have been saved in Vietnam and from your own hand for a greater purpose by a power greater than any of us. Believe that I was drawn to you without conscious intent. That is all I have to say."
Carrie seemed as stunned as I was by what Denise had just said, and we laid there pondering what it meant.
I finally asked Denise if she would be leaving me and if that meant she didn't have the same feelings for me that I had for her.
Denise said, "I want you and even need you. You should also open your eyes and look at the amazing woman before you (indicating Carrie). She needs and wants you. Recognize what the two of you have created and what you will create in the future. I am confident I will always be with you, just as I know that you and Carrie are meant for each other.
Never stop tapping into the good that lies within you, Frank, and never stop refilling your faith at the well that is Carrie. For now, I want to enjoy the day and my two wonderful friends."
Denise and Carrie cuddled up to me, and I put my arms around them both and soaked up the pleasure of the moment. Denise put her hand on my thigh, and Carrie put her hand on my crotch. I tried to keep from tenting my jeans. I noticed that we were getting some appreciative looks from people passing by. One guy caught my eye and gave me a thumbs up.
I felt like things could get out of hand and suggested that we get a snack, and we got up and went to a cafe. I felt more appropriate as I could hide my semi-erect cock under the table and have a little distance from my enticing companions. It got a bit cloudy, and we decided to head back to the house.
I was somewhat surprised to see that the guests were still hanging out at the house. Asher and Andrew began talking, saying to me that they had been worried last night when their girlfriends had been so eager to fuck me. They also said that all the activity had brought them closer together. They also said that they realized they needed to get better at making love and wondered if I had any more advice for them.
I told them that they should listen to their partners, show them how much they cared, and give themselves to them in the moment of making love so that it didn't become just fucking. They asked what I did when I was eating out a pussy.
I said, "Most girls need a little warm-up before you attack their clitoris, so work your way there and kiss thighs, labia, and vagina, start with a gentle side-to-side tongue work on the clit, and pay attention to what she likes. "
They asked me to show them. Charlotte had been listening intently and was standing close, so I asked if she would like to instruct Asher and get her sweet pussy licked. She immediately agreed and came and laid down on her back. I asked if she liked kissing and caressing, and she said she did.
"Okay, Asher, you heard your lady. Kiss her, start slow and gentle and kiss down her body, down her legs and wait for her to tell in words or action when to do more. Remember to give yourself to her. Think about what she wants you to do. Try some things, maybe a little softer, maybe a little more aggressive, and pay attention. She and her body will instruct you."
Asher kissed her on the lips, and I suggested ears and neck before he went much further. He got the idea quickly, and before long, he was kissing and caressing her quite passionately. He put his hand under her shirt and played with her tits, and she reached down and pulled her shirt off, allowing him better access.
As Asher got into listening and paying attention to what Charlotte liked and wanted, both the passion and satisfaction grew. They seemed to forget the rest of the world (and the people watching them) and were soon exploding into delightful orgasms. They both agreed that it was the best sexual experience they had ever had.
As they were lying entwined in each other, recovering from the height of their pleasure, they started to thank me for helping them. I told them that they should thank each other because they had taken down barriers and given themselves to each other.
I was glad to help them discover themselves and each other. As I told them, Denise had not only saved my life but had released me from the fear which caused me not to be able to give myself freely.
Everyone was a little overwhelmed with all the self-discovery and felt more comfortable with each other, but still a little caught up in self-reflection and thought. Sue broke the spell by asking Charlotte and Caroline if they had ever held a penis while the guy was urinating. They both said they had not but admitted they were curious. This lead to a revelation concerning Denise, Carrie, Linda, and Sue all aiming my dick while I peed.
All the girls got into a lively and vivid discussion of the experience while Asher, Andrew, and I just listened in amazement. Charlotte and Caroline were eager to try their hand at this new thing. Asher and Andrew, although a little hesitant, agreed to let them.
This resulted in a discussion about how far each of us guys could shoot when pissing. We didn't know, so the girls decided we should go out to the backyard and find out.
The girls also wanted to know if we peed further, if we were hard or soft. Again, none of us knew the answer, as urinating was just urinating to us, not anything very exciting or worthy of much attention. I speculated that the extra tension urine might shoot further when we were hard or at least somewhat hard as aiming a completely erect penis was sometimes tricky.
The girls started bringing out beer for us to drink. Then they went outside to set up a testing area so they could measure the distance. They found some newspaper and set up a runner of paper, reasoning that it would be easier to spot the pee on paper than on grass. After several beers and some ice tea, we agreed that we could pee and went outside.
The first test was to be with us being soft, or at least mostly limp, as it was difficult to remain completely flaccid with the girls so attentive to our penises. Asher hit about 6 feet, Andrew hit about 6.25 feet, and I hit about 6.15 feet. The girls made Andrew a floppy crown for his achievement, and Caroline was possibly happier than Andrew at the result. It was hilarious.
Because we needed to refill our bladders and it was getting late, the "hard piss" would have to wait until tomorrow.
Asher and Andrew got some burgers, and we all enjoyed some quiet relaxation and conversation. There was a knock on the door, and Sue went to answer. She came back and seemed a bit pensive. Sue told us that these two guys she had met a few weeks ago had wanted to know if she wanted to party. She sent them away but admitted that she felt a little creepy about them.
