the secretions pouring out of it onto my hand. Her odor was utterly female, and maddeningly desirable. Just one taste-I'm not really a lesbian, I thought, but I must have just one taste of this woman. I touched my tongue to her clitoris, then sluiced it back and forth across her pussy, forgetting all my reservations about lesbianism, about everything, in my frenzy.
'As my tongue found its way into the smooth recesses of Laureen's quivering cunt, she rolled around until she was right under me, her mouth just an inch or so away from my pussyhole. Then she reached up and pulled my hips down so that I was almost sitting on her face. In this position, we passionately sucked each other to yet more climaxes, working our tongues and lips over and around the throbbing cunt lips and clits we'd wanted do much.
'Finally, we were utterly exhausted, satiated with the realization of the needs we'd kept secret for months. Without even moving from the sixty-nine position we'd been in during our last eating of each other, we fell asleep, twined together like two vines, heavy with flowers, resting for the night.
' 'What the hell is this all about?' came a familiar voice out of a blinding light. Frantically, we leaped up from the bed, Laureen trying to clutch her crumpled uniform to her naked body. My eyes grew accustomed to the light and then I knew who it was.
' 'Cabot! You're supposed to be in Rome! Are you all right?' I was beside myself-how could I have hurt this man whom I loved so much, who had given me his trust?
' 'I'm just fine, Renee, and I'm thrilled to see that you seem to be doing rather well, yourself,' he said. 'I had some crazy idea that you might be lonely for me, so while the crew was looking for new locations, I jumped on a jet and here I am-surprise, surprise!'
' 'Oh, darling, please don't be hurt! I couldn't help myself, ever since I started remembering the man-on-the- bus, and Laureen's hands were so good, and I love only you, but I had to do this, I couldn't go on without doing it,' I babbled on in my need to make him understand. 'Understand me, lover, please understand. 'Understand me, lover, please understand why I did it,' I begged him and went to weeping.
' 'It was my fault, Cabot, I did it all, Renee had nothing to do with any of it. I take the entire responsibility: said my brave, loyal Laureen.
'Cabot said nothing at an for a long moment, then he pulled out his handkerchief and dried my tears. 'I've always wondered a lot about something, and maybe you girls can help me,' he said in a quiet, thoughtful voice. 'I've always wondered whether the rules that they made up for enjoying another person were all that fair. I mean, I've known some really great guys who were homosexual-gays who would give you everything they had if you asked them for help. And the lesbian girls I've known have been, generally speaking a good lot of fine women who loved maybe once in a lifetime and stayed with it, gave the relationship all they could give, in the face of the most awful jeering criticism from established society. When I first came in, I'll admit I was shocked. But I knew something was bothering my little Renee for the last couple of months, and I also knew somehow that I should come home and see if I could help her.'
' 'Cabot, oh Cabot, darling. I love you so-do you understand just a little? I never meant to hurt you,' I said, ready to cry again.
' 'I didn't say hurt, Renee, I said shocked, as in surprised, amazed,' Cabot said calmly. 'I thought there was some other guy you were in love with, and finding you
with Laureen was, well, a surprise. I'm adjusting to it, now. It may be that I'm even turning on a bit to the way you two beauties looked together, lying there like two lovely statues asleep. Laureen, I had no idea you were so tan all over. Are you a nudist, or do just sunbathe on your roof?' Cabot was looking at Laureen appraisingly, appreciatively, as he spoke.
'Laureen actually blushed all over her long, lithe body. 'I'm a nudist, Cabot. It's a wonderful way to live.'
' 'I can see that it agrees with you, Laureen. Maybe we'll join you one weekend, if your group bas visitors,' my husband said.
'Now it was my turn to be surprised, amazed. Instead of being the wronged husband, instead of turning me out of his house in disgrace, here was this fantastic person trying to relate intelligently to the whole thing. Life is full of wonders, I thought to myself.
Cabot was speaking again. 'If I may tell you girls a secret, one of my favorite fantasies is the one where I find myself in bed with two gorgeous, sexy girls, and we're all doing delicious things to each other. I really believe there should be no boundaries to love, and I'm willing to demonstrate the strength of my convictions right here and now!' So saying, Cabot took off his shorts, we could see how strong his convictions were-his cock was fully erect, standing straight out from his groin, big and hot, with a drop of clear fluid at the end of it.
'I'm dreaming, I thought, having the sexiest dream I've ever had. But I woke up fast when I felt my husband's big rockhard cock pushing into me. He had mounted me as I sat there on the bed, and was pulling me closer to him when Laureen sat down beside us and started stroking my nipples the way she had when we first started our lovemaking, hours-or was it lifetimes? — ago. Then she put her arms around both Joe and me as we moved together and apart, together and apart.
'Suddenly, I wanted to share my two loves with each other.
'Slipping out of Cabot's arms, I pushed Laureen gently into position to receive Cabot's big, hard cock between her legs. Then with a few stroking motions, I moved Laureen so that her legs were spread apart, her wet, sweet pussy glowing pink in the center of her body. This excited Cabot, so much that he plunged his rod quickly into her cunt, and I could see the juice oozing out of her as his huge joint pressed the walls of her joybox to their limit. Then they were fucking and moaning and writhing, and as I watched them, I wanted to touch them, to touch the fury and energy of their loving. I worked my hands between their bodies and felt Cabot's balls as they banged against Laureen's ass. My fingers crept around to where Laureen's clit was now erect and I massaged her until, between Cabot's cock and my fingers, she cried out and began the uncontrollable motions of her climax. Higher and higher she went, flying, screaming softly in her moment of rapture.
'We all lay together then for hours, not speaking, sleeping a little, mostly just holding each other and kissing fondly, experiencing a warmth and communion of spirit that made our separate lives seem cold and lonely by comparison. Laureen moved in with us the next day, and we now have frequent lovemaking sessions with Cabot, myself, Laureen and, now and then, one of our other friends who turns on to the same sharing. We don't see anything but good in what we do, but the rest of the world would probably call us filthy orgiasts. Truth is, our lives are greatly enriched and we're very happy-so the rest of the world can just mind its own business.'
Lesbianism is as old as life itself. The notion of sexual expression being permissible only between opposite sexes is a fairly recent invention. Ancient civilizations, notable the pre-Pelleponesian Greek culture. thought it natural and normal to have a homosexual lover or two. Indeed. lesbians get their name from the Greek island of Lesbos, an island in the Aegean Sea that was populated only by women who had female lovers exclusively.
Religious statutes against homosexual lovemaking have their origins in the once-necessary duty to produce as many offspring as possible to create more and more little Jews, Christians, Mohammedans, etc. The terrible plagues that swept the world in ancient and medieval times also made it imperative that families have many more children than we do today-if three babies out of five lived to the age of twelve, the family was considered as very fortunate, indeed. Infant mortality rates, too, made it advisable to have as many children as one could so that when a baby quietly passed on after a brief two. or three months in this life, next year's baby could be counted on to take some of the sting away from the death.
As the years went by, homosexuality, along with many other forbidden things, got a bad name. By Victorian times, the very mention of such matters as men loving men or women making love to other women was so risque that ladies had been known to 'faint' at these words which indicated a 'filthy perversion,' as it was usually called.
'Filthy perversion' had, unfortunately, come a near-accurate misnomer for cunnilingus and fellatio the two most popular methods sexual expression between homosexual lovers-for as the centuries went by and the remnants of Imperial Rome went behind the thick walls of their stone castles in order to escape the raids of the Goths, Picts, and other such fierce tribes, bathing became more inconvient, and due to the harsher winters in northern Europe, downright dangerous to the health of the freezing bather. Hence, the accumulated dirt and sweat of a year at a time would quite naturally produce filthy genitalia.
Since filthy genitalia are hardly the most savory things to suck or lick, the term 'filthy perversion' came to be used more and more. Even so, as late as Elizabethan times, there were few social sanctions against homosexuality, especially the male variety. The more explicit sonnets of William Shakespeare, for example, point unmistakably to
