Four Girls Saved And Fucked Me Pt 03

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.

We continued our relaxation for another hour, and there was another knock on the door. This time, there was a slight commotion, and Sue came back, followed by two guys. One had a gun, and the other had a knife. They announced that they were going to party and get some of the hot pussy. I asked them if they were high or crazy. The guy with the knife grabbed Sue and started dragging her towards her bedroom.

I stood and acted like I was going towards them, which allowed me to get within arm's reach of the guy with the gun. I was able to disarm him very quickly and put him on the ground. I put my foot on his neck and aimed the gun at him, and told Andrew to come over and hold the gun and blow the guy's balls off if he moved.

The guy holding Sue was stunned for a moment which allowed me to grab his knife hand and twist the knife from him. I was then able to grab him and throw him towards the other guy. After making sure Sue was okay, I suggested calling the cops, and no one wanted me to do that, so I said, "Fine, but these pieces of shit are going to learn a lesson."

I took the knife and cut the pants off the guy who had been holding the knife. Then I told the gunman to strip. He was reluctant, so I cut his clothes off him. I took their clothes and cut them to shreds.

I told them both to stand and asked Sue if she wanted me to castrate them. She fearfully requested me not to hurt them.

I made each of them apologize to Sue and admit that they were scared and just bullies. I asked them if they were ever going to come back, and they said they would not.

I told the two creeps that I would let them live this time, but it would not end well for them if I ever saw them around. I also warned them that they were not allowed to be anywhere near anyone in the house and that if they broke that rule, I would slice their cheeks on both sides so they would live with permanent scars. I asked if they had any questions or doubts.

They begged me not to hurt them.

I took them by the hair to the door and kicked them out, naked and scared. I stood in the doorway and watched them slink away like the scum they were trying to hide their nakedness.

It took several hours for everyone to calm down. Eventually, Andrew, Asher, Charlotte, and Caroline decided to go home for the night, saying they would return for the "peeing contest" tomorrow. Denise, Carrie, Sue, and Linda all slept with me that night. The girls were on high alert and having a lot of trouble getting to sleep. We talked, and I assured them that I would awaken very quickly if there were any signs of danger. Eventually, we all went to sleep.

Denise and I were the first to awaken, and we went out to the living room to talk and have some coffee. She seemed a little less settled and calm than usual, but she denied that anything was wrong. I asked if she was upset over the incident last night, and she said she felt I had served my purpose well, and she was glad I had acted powerfully and prevented anyone from being hurt.

Denise went on to say that she felt confident I had changed the lives of the would-be-rapers as well as the girls. She said that she thought my life would be a series of stepping up for those who needed me. Denise went on to say that she had gotten a message from her grandmother saying she had been given a short time to live and she would be going to be with her very soon.

I asked if Carrie and I could come with her, and she said it would be too much for her grandmother and she needed to do this alone. She assured me that we would not be separated for long and I should take care of Carrie in her absence. I told her I didn't think I was ready to not have her with me.

Denise looked me directly in my eyes and said that I didn't know what strength I had and that Carrie would need my strength and support, so she was sure I give Carrie all she needed and more.

The others started coming out and joining us, and after some coffee and general chit-chat, the topic turned to the upcoming "peeing contest." I had to laugh and asked if they had ever heard of a peeing contest, and they said they had not. I told them we used that term to mean an intense and sometimes ridiculous argument. We all laughed, and I got up to go to the bathroom.

They all came running and begged me to save it for the contest. I agreed to try but wasn't sure if I could. When Andrew, Asher, Charlotte, and Caroline arrived about two hours later, I was at my limits and begged them to let me let loose now, and they could wait until they were ready. After much teasing, they agreed, and we went out back, and the group set up the newspapers.

It was weird having everyone watch me. Finally, I was at about three-fourths erect and decided it had to be now. I reasoned that with a bit of an erection, I could squeeze the head of my dick and get more distance than yesterday, like putting your finger over a hose opening to squirt further. I let loose with a ridiculous stream of "golden rain" and managed to shoot 7.05 feet.

Andrew and Asher wanted to wait and have more to drink before they "gave it a shot," so we went back inside and sat around talking. The guys wanted to know how I had learned to do what I had done to the intruders last night. I explained that I had taken a lot of martial arts training before going into the army and had a lot of training while in the military.

I said I didn't think any of them would have any further trouble from those jerks. I also told them I meant what I said to them about how it would be bad for them to bother any of us. I assured them I would either call the police or hurt them.

The guys were drinking lots of tea and some beer and were getting a little squirmy. I told them about what a "peeing contest" had come to mean, and we all had another laugh. I also pointed out that most people would think we were all a bit off for doing all this, and we had another laugh.

We went out back to "the range," and Andrew got ready to go. I had told him about my trick about squeezing the head of my dick, and I think he used it. He managed to spray 6.9 feet. Asher lined up and managed to get his stream a surprising 7 feet.

I declared that the contest was a tie because the slight differences could be due to wind or other factors. It was a weird but fun time.

The three of us guys decided to develop some kind of test for the girls since we had been tested. We thought about another peeing contest (yes, girls can pee standing up, just not as conveniently) but figured it wouldn't be that great of a game.

We came up with several other ideas but decided it would be the most fun to see if the girls could detect which guy was performing cunnilingus on them.

So the girls were blindfolded and stripped from the waist down. They were not allowed to touch the guy going down on them, and the guy was not allowed to touch them above their navel for the 3 minutes they were being eaten.

We added another little twist. The guys were going to give an anonymous taste rating to each girl.

We made up a "scorecard" for taste and a list of the order each girl was feasted on by each guy. It took a little planning to make sure we would be able to get reliable results. The rotation would take place every three minutes, signaled by a chime from a kitchen timer. Between each girl, we were to rinse our mouths so we would have a fresh taste.

Each guy was supposed to describe each girl's taste in three to five words and give each girl a "Vagometer score," a combination of taste, fun, and satisfaction score.

The first girl I drew was Sue. I moved between her legs and began kissing and sucking down from her navel and down her inner thighs, which elicited some pleasant sounds. Then I moved to kiss around her labia before licking up and down her slit. I parted her lips, rolled my tongue into a point, and jabbed into her pussy as rapidly as I could while gently stroking the hood of her clit. She started flapping her arms and legs, moaning and groaning.

I moved north and pushed the hood back with my lips and gently circled her nub with my tongue, which started her orgasm just as the chime went off. I was a bit surprised at how quickly she had cum. I rated her taste as "salty, tangy, and slightly fruity" with a "Vagometer" rating of 3.5.

The next girl was Charlotte. As I saw her lying there, I thought how pretty she was and how delicate her neatly trimmed pussy seemed. I started by licking her navel and trailing my tongue down almost to her pussy, then down one thigh and up the other.

I put two fingers into her waiting tunnel and quickly found her g-spot and moved my fingers in a "come hither" motion, which caused her to give a little "Yeow" sound. I pushed her hood back and mashed her clit with my tongue without moving much.

I knew I needed to taste her juicy box, so I headed south. I did my best to massage her g-spot with my tongue, but I don't think I was entirely successful. She was enjoying herself and moaning, but there was no orgasm from her. I rated her taste as "salty, sweet-tart" with a Vagometer rating of 3.

The next was Linda. I started by kissing and sucking on her inner thighs, which had her squirming almost immediately. I made a little trip to her waist, then across and down her other thigh with kisses and sucks and nips. She was thrusting her hips to meet my contacts. I stuck a finger into her to get some lubrication and stuck that finger in her ass while massaging her vaginal wall with my tongue.

She began bucking like a horse. I replaced my tongue with a finger and attacked her clitoris by sucking and giving her a tongue lashing. Just as the timer went off, she yelled, "I'm cumming!" and pinned my head between her legs. I rated her taste as " green, minerally, sweet" and gave her a Vagometer rating of 4.