Full Circle

Dorsai

Paul had been my best friend for twenty years, and along the way, we helped each other out with different things. For example, whenever he had to go out of town on business, I would keep an eye on his kids for him. It was while I was doing that for him one time that I accidentally interrupted his daughter, Jan, while she was masturbating. Afterwards, I helped her start teaching herself Sex Education (something not highly thought of at the Catholic school she and her brothers went to). From that simple beginning, I went on to experience a number of significant changes in my life: deflowering Jan's best friend Kelly, then Jan (with Paul's knowledge and permission!), having Kelly move in with me, and ultimately deflowering several of their friends.

Kelly and I went on to get married, and after she graduated from college, she started working for me. It was during a business trip to the Philippines for one of my business clients that we met Marlyn and her niece Marilyn. By the time that little adventure was over, I'd deflowered the 30-something Marlyn, too.

Some time after that, Kelly had reminded me of a promise I'd made: that we would start a family together; I gladly kept that promise, and our twins Daniel Paul and Janet Kelly had started life out with no less than six mothers: Kelly, Jan, Sandra, Susan, Robyn, and Candice.

When Marilyn, Marlyn's niece and Kelly's and my 'adopted' niece, got ready to go to college, she was accepted to a school near us. We happily provided her a home while she was going to school – and, along the way, granting her wish that I be her first ever lover – with Kelly becoming her second. Kelly and I were also talked into teaching classes at the Catholic high school she'd graduated from as Valedictorian.

It was coming toward the end of the first school year that Kelly and I were teaching our classes – "Philosophical Discussions" for Kelly, and "Problem Analysis" for me. Kelly's class was actually a means for her to teach the kids how to identify that ephemeral concept 'love', while mine was geared toward teaching them how to think – that is, to analyze and solve problems.

Marilyn was nearly finished with her sophomore year at college, and doing extremely well in school – all of us were very proud of her. As soon as she finished Finals, she would be heading back to the Philippines to spend the summer with her family; in the mean time, she was helping Kelly and I take care of our kids – and sharing our bed every so often, too.

Kelly's and my classes were held only one day a week each, and on different days, so I was in the office of my engineering company (I'm an Instrumentation and Control engineer) when Kelly got back from teaching her class. She stopped in my office and told me "Dan, after class today, Jan told me that there are some kids that want to talk to me about my class. She told me who they are, and I remember them from last semester; but I don't know what it is that they could want. They asked if I could meet with them after I finish my class next week, so I'll probably be a little late getting back."

I grinned at her and said "Okay. You know the company rules – I'll have to dock you an hour's pay if you're late."

She laughed, and moved behind me before leaning over and whispering in my ear "Do you have to do that? I think I can make it up to you – say, tonight, after the kids are asleep?"

I turned my head and gave her a kiss before saying "I guess I could do that. But we'll have to be careful not to get caught; you know the company rules about fraternizing between employees!"

She nuzzled my ear and murmured "Well, I guess I'll just have to make it worth the risk, then, won't I?" There wasn't any rule about fraternization, any more than there was about docking her pay if she was late to work. The whole company consisted of me, her, and my secretary Sarah; I was just teasing her, which she knew full well.

About that time, Sarah came in with some papers for me, grinning when she saw Kelly and me. She and Kelly got along famously, and it always amused her to see us acting like we still loved each other – which wasn't hard, since we did.

Kelly stood up and started toward her office and I gave her a soft slap on the butt as she went by, telling her "Okay, that's enough lollygagging around – back to work!" – making her and Sarah both laugh.

All that evening, Kelly made it a point of teasing me – giving me flashes of her breasts, playing with my penis where the kids couldn't see, and so on. Marilyn saw what was happening, and just grinned at us.

When we finally got to bed that night, Kelly had me almost as worked up as she'd gotten herself – she'd barely gotten into bed with me before I grabbed her and pulled her over on top of me.

Laughing, she looked down at me and asked "And what's this all about?", even as she raised her body up a little and began dragging her nipples across my chest.

"This", I said, "is about you teasing me all night!"

She laughed again and said "Who? Me?" with a look of feigned innocence on her face.

"Yes, you! The only thing you didn't do was strip and try to jump my bones right there in the living room! Marilyn saw what you were doing, and it was all she could do not to laugh!"

As the kids were growing up, neither Kelly nor I did or said anything to make them think that there was anything inherently 'wrong' about nudity, their bodies, or anything like that: both of them had seen us, and each other, naked on more than one occasion. Kelly and I kept our necking and lovemaking out of sight and hearing of the kids only so that they wouldn't get too curious about what was going on, and come in to see what we were doing – and possibly interrupting us.

Kelly grinned down at me, and said "Well, I told you in the office that I was going to make it up to you for probably being late getting back to the office next week. And I'll remind you that I also said that I was going to make sure that it was worth the risk of violating company rules, too!"

"Yes, I recall both of those promises quite well, thank you." I answered. Smiling back up at her, I asked "Okay, you've got your chance. So what are you going to do? I warn you, it better be good, or we're both going to be in big trouble at the office!"

Kelly giggled – she still did that, sometimes, and I loved her for it – and said "Well, how about this…" – and lowered herself to give me a kiss that made it more than clear she was just getting started. When we finally had to come up for air, I took a deep breath and answered "Okay, it's a start…", making her laugh.

"There's more, too", she informed me, before lowering her head to kiss me on the lips again – then expanding her efforts to include my neck (which she bit gently). From there, she slowly started kissing her way down my body, detouring long enough to lick and suck on my nipples, just as I'd done to hers so many times. Still, it wasn't long before she had eeled herself down my body far enough that she could take my semi-erect penis in her hand, and with a lecherous grin up at me, wrap her lips around the head of it. Over the years, she'd learned what kinds of things got me going quickly, and which ones took longer but had more of an effect on me. What she started doing to me told me that she was in a take-our-time-and-make-it-great frame of mind.

Holding the head of my penis in her mouth, she started using her lips to slowly caress the shaft with an almost butterfly-light touch – something that never failed to get me hard, but in a way that made the process even more pleasurable than the end result. Even as I continued to watch her lips softly dancing along my manhood, I could feel myself starting to respond to the delightful sensation of her tongue caressing the underside of the head and the light suction of her mouth. The thing about what she was doing wasn't so much the feelings she created in my penis – nice as they were! – but the sheer eroticism of watching her doing it, and the anticipation of what lay ahead of us.

By the time she had me fully erect, I wanted to return the favor. Kelly looked up at me, and smiled at me around my erection when I told her "I want to do you, too…"

Without letting me slip from between her lips, she managed to turn herself around, letting me guide her leg so that she was straddling my head. I took a few moments to look at the center of her womanhood – the thin labia that framed her opening, her erect clitoris peeking out at me, the dark cloud of her pubic hair – and found the sight as lovely and erotic as it had been the first time I'd ever seen it. Lifting my head, I slowly slid my tongue between he vaginal lips, my taste buds once again delighted by the taste of her woman's oils. Accompanied by her soft moans of pleasure, I slowly and gently lapped up the supply of them that was immediately available; then moved on to her clitoris. Taking the nubbin of it between my lips, I softly stroked it with my tongue and earning myself a deep groan of pleasure for my efforts. In short order, her clit was fully erect and subject to my tender ministrations – accompanied by a freshening of the glistening lubrication at her opening and on her labia.

Over the next several minutes, the two of us pleasured each other – slowly, gently, and lovingly.

Finally, Kelly had a small orgasm, pushing a small flood of her juices out to where I could happily and eagerly lap them up. When I was done, I wasn't the slightest bit surprised when she lifted herself up and moved so that she was kneeling next to my head. As she looked down at me, I could see the love she felt for me and how happy she was that she was my wife. And I knew that she could see in me that I felt the same way about her. It wasn't necessary for either one of us to say anything; she simply moved down so that she could position herself across my hips, take my erect and saliva-slick manhood in her hand, and raise up so she could position it at her entrance. Our eyes locked, and each of us knew the pleasure the other was feeling as she slowly impaled herself on my penis – stopping only when the dark vee of her pubic hair had merged with mine.

As long as we'd been married and as many times as we'd made love, it never did fail to amaze and delight me at how hot and tight she felt around me.

She held herself there for a few moments as both of us again took pleasure in our union. After a bit, she leaned forward, putting her hands on the bed next to my head before slowly raising herself up and letting nearly my entire length slip from her intimate grasp. When only the head of my penis was pressing against her, she lowered herself again, releasing a soft moan as my manhood filled her again. With the delightful orbs of her breasts available to me like that, I didn't wait any longer before cupping them in my hands. With her pregnancy and the birth of our children, they'd gotten a little larger – but were still as soft, yet firm, as they'd been the first time I'd been granted the honor of holding them. I softly ran my thumbs over her erect nipples and watched them grow a little longer and harder in response. I felt her deliberately clench her vaginal muscles, and couldn't help but release my own small groan at the pleasure of it. Smiling down at me, she began to slowly raise and lower herself above me: up until only my glans was inside her, then back down to take my entire length inside.

For my part, I continued playing with her breasts – softly caressing them from where they joined her body to her nipples, which grew even harder under my fingertips. We continued like that for many minutes; making love slowly, each of us pleasuring the other as we shared our love and our bodies.

After a while, Kelly lowered her head so the two of us could share a long, gentle kiss. When she raised up again, I lifted my head and began using my mouth and lips and tongue on her breasts so that my hands could move on to better things: gently caressing any part of her body that I could reach. From the slender delicacy of her shoulders to the firm globes of her clenching ass, I marveled at the warm, velvety smoothness of her skin – and thought still again how lucky I was to have her as part of my life.

We continued like that for some time; when Kelly began to get a little tired, it wasn't necessary for her to say anything – we knew each other well enough that when she lowered herself to lie on top of me, I simply bundled her in my arms and after a little rearrangement of our legs, rolled us over so that I was on top of her. Holding myself on my elbows above her, I could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples dragging slightly on my chest as I began moving inside her. As I did, I also lowered my head so the two of us could kiss – our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. We finally had to come up for air, and after we'd each caught our breath, we went back to kissing each other again – but on the face, the shoulders, the lips, and elsewhere.

Though our lovemaking was slow and languorous, it was still lovemaking – with each kiss, with each motion of my manhood in her, our pleasure was increasing. Somehow, somewhere along the line, I felt myself "disconnect" from what I was doing. It was as though I had stepped outside myself – I could feel the pleasure I got from my hard cock sliding in and out of her hot and wet vagina, but it was as though the pleasures of my body and my mind had become separate entities. Looking down at her, I looked into her eyes – and suddenly knew – without knowing how I knew – that she was experiencing the same thing.

With that knowledge, I tried to see if that part of me that was me could find the same thing in her – and did.

To this day, I've never been able to figure out what happened, or why, really. All I know is that we connected. Not just our bodies or our hearts or our minds, but our selves. It wasn't like we could read each others minds or anything like that. It was more like we simply knew each other: I knew what her reaction would be if I did something. I knew that if I moved a certain way, it would pleasure her more; I knew what she wanted me to do without her having to say or do anything to let me know. And I knew that she knew the same things about me. It was as though our two "souls" had each become half of a single, unified whole.

It was the damnedest thing I'd ever experienced. It happened that one time, and never again – but that one time was enough.

I don't know how long we made love like that. How many grains of sand does it take to make a beach? How many snowflakes in an avalanche? What we had was something like that. Slowly at first, then more and more quickly, we got "synchronized" – and as we did, the love and happiness and pleasure we felt became somehow deeper and more intense. Each thrust of my penis into her felt like that last one each man feels before he cums – but it wasn't. And from the way Kelly's vagina felt around me, I knew that she was feeling the same thing, in the same way.

As I said, I don't know how long we went on like that. What I do know is that when we finally did climax, it was the most incredible, most powerful experience in my life. It was like my whole body was feeling the same intense pleasure that I'd always felt in my cock – squared. Because on top of what my body was feeling, it was as though all the things I felt in my heart and mind and soul about Kelly were having their own climaxes, too – and I could somehow feel Kelly experiencing the same things.

Whatever happened between us during that Universal Orgasm could have lasted a few seconds or a few minutes. Hell, it could conceivably have gone on for an hour: when we finally checked the time afterwards, it was a couple of hours since we'd gone to bed.

However long it really lasted, though, it certainly had an impact on us: when neither of us thought that we could stand it a moment longer, it ended as abruptly as it had started. One moment, Kelly and I were One; the next, I was laying on top of her, both of us stunned and panting as we continued to twitch and spasm in after shocks at the sheer intensity of it.

A lot of minutes went by before either one of us was able to make any kind of deliberate move; the first thing I did was to roll off of her so that I wasn't crushing her. When the two of us had finally managed to get our breath and our senses, I heard her whispered "What the hell was that?"

I was barely able to croak out "Damned if I know!"

Kelly considered that for a moment before replying "Well, whatever it was, I don't think I want to do it again any time soon, you know?"

I managed a small laugh before I answered "No, I don't think I do, either.", then a few moments later added "Uh, was it just me, or did something really strange just happen?"

She turned her head to look at me and answered "No, it wasn't just you. It was like I was you and you were me and we were… the same person. That's what you're talking about?"

"Yeah, that's it." I answered, looking into her eyes. I could see that she was as shaken by what had just happened between us as I was. But I could also see that she found it as strangely comforting and reassuring as I did, too.

Hesitantly, she told me "Dan, I always knew that you loved me. I mean, there was never any doubt in my mind, you know? But after… that…"

"I know", I answered, "I loved you, too, and knew you loved me. But now… its like I know our love is there the same way gravity is, or something. Kind of like its a force of nature, or something."

"Yeah, me, too. Two plus two equals four. I love you, you love me. Same thing – its like it just can't be any other way". She was as shocked and awed by what we'd just gone through as I was – and just as clearly, she felt as I did: that our love for each other was so much greater and more powerful than anything else that nothing could have much of an impact on it. Still, it was kind of scary – for both of us.

I reached over and gave her hand a soft squeeze, then continued to hold it as the two of us got our energy and wits back. But while that was happening, I was more aware of her – and somehow knew that she was experiencing the same thing about me.

Finally, though, both of us felt the need to get cleaned up and go to bed, since we still had to get up and go to work the next morning. It wasn't until afterwards that I realized we must have been experiencing a little bit of the Oneness we'd had – without speaking, both of us managed to sit, then stand. Again, without a word between us, I let Kelly head for our bathroom so she could clean up a little while I changed the sheets on our bed before we showered together. After I got into the shower with her, neither one of us had to say anything as we helped each other clean up, as we usually did. Even afterwards, back in bed, I was unusually aware of the feeling of her body next to mine as we spooned in bed – and knew that she was as sensitive to my presence. But the knowing we shared made it okay. I don't think either one of us had any trouble dropping off to sleep.

The following week, Kelly was a little late getting to the office, just as she'd warned me. When she came in, I asked her how it had gone, and she told me that she still needed to think about it a little before she could talk to me. I was surprised, but accepted it since I knew that she would let me know what was going on when she was ready.

It wasn't until later that night, after the kids had gone to be, that I found out what was up.

We were sitting on the couch cuddling when Kelly sat up and moved to sit at the other end from me. I knew the signs, of course, and shut the TV off; Marilyn was in her room studying for school.

"Dan, I'm sorry I had to put you off, but the things the girls wanted to talk to me about this afternoon kind of threw me, a little", she told me. I nodded, and she went on "In a way, it's actually kind of funny", with a small laugh.

"How's that?", I asked.

She gave me a bemused smile and answered "They're having the same kinds of problems that Jan and the rest of us were having when we met you"

Okay, it had been a while, so it took me a few moments to remember. Surprised, I asked "You mean about sex and all that?"

She managed a grin, and answered "Oh, yeah. The changes happening in their bodies, insecurity, guys, sex, the whole thing."

Then, like an idiot, I had to go and ask her "So what was it that you had to think about until now?"

She quickly sobered up and told me "I think we should do it."

Somewhat baffled, I asked "Do what?"

"Teach them. The same way you taught Jan, and me, and the others."

Needless to say, I was a bit thrown by that. My involvement with Jan had happened completely by accident; what had happened with Kelly and the others had been an unintended consequence of what had happened between me and Jan.

Kelly could see the doubt on my face, and quickly started to explain.

"Dan, I know what they're going through. It's the same damn thing that I and Robyn and Susan and Sandra and Candice were all having problems with. We weren't getting any help at home, the school either couldn't or wouldn't do enough because of it being a Catholic school, and we didn't know anybody we could trust to give us answers – never mind actually having someone to ask. If it hadn't been for the information we got from Jan, all of us would have been pretty much up the creek – not to mention all the help that you gave us. Only I think it's even worse for these girls: I don't think they have a Jan to help them. When I saw them, I remembered who they were better; last semester, the five of them sat in a group and asked me some of the best questions of anybody in any of the classes I taught. They're smart, Dan – from the things they asked, there isn't a doubt in my mind that it wouldn't take much to get their heads on straight. But as it stands right now, there's nobody for them to turn to. In fact, that's what they wanted to ask me: if I knew of anyone that would be willing to talk to them, and help them figure things out. I told them I'd check, and get back to them. It was on the way to the office that I realized that what they really need is the kind of help you gave us. Jan says that she's willing to help us, if we want – she knows they need help, too."

I could only laugh quietly to myself – the last time Jan and Kelly had decided that someone needed help, I'd deflowered four of their friends and ended up with my own small 'harem' of teenage girls. Even now, it was a rare week that one of them didn't stop by for a little fun and frolic with me, Kelly, or both.

"Five of them, you said?", I asked. Kelly nodded, and I went on "Dearest, you know what kind of chances I took before – and what could have happened if any of you had decided you didn't like what I was doing. And that was with all of you being friends, and having Jan vouch for you! Why would I want to take that risk again? Or an even greater chance, since none of us really knows what's going in their heads? What happens to us if they suddenly decide that they not only don't like, but actually object to, what we have to teach them? What about our kids? And Jan? The lot of us could easily find ourselves the subjects of some pretty nasty legal action. How about that?"

"Dan, that's just exactly what I've been thinking about. But it isn't an all-or-nothing deal, is it? I mean, even if all we do is talk to them, it'll have some positive impact, won't it? I think if we just start out talking to them, and getting to understand them, then we'll know how much of a risk it would be to take it all the way to the end."

From what she said, and how she said it, I suspected that she already had an idea of what she wanted to do, so I asked her "What is it you've got in mind?"

She got a little bit of a guilty look on her face, and answered "I'd like to invite them over here one Saturday, so we – you and I – can talk to them. That way, we can get an idea of what it is that they're thinking, and what they want, and all that. Then we'll know better whether or not there's anything we can – or should – do about them; and maybe how much. When we had the sleep over here, and after you and Sandra had made love and she finally understood about everything, you told her that she should try to help other people understand, instead of trying to pay you back for what you'd done. Dan, have you decided not to help people any more? Should Jan and the rest stop? What are you and I doing at that school, if not trying to help these kids? Am I supposed to think that we only help all of them a little bit, and let the special ones to fend for themselves? Or are we going to help the special ones because they are special?"

Put that way, she was giving me a lot to think about. And she knew it, because she promptly shut up and left me to do just that: think.

I was still mulling things over when we went to bed that night, and picked it up again the next morning. It wasn't until we took a break for some lunch that I told her "Okay, Kelly – you're right. We do need to help the special ones, precisely because they are special. Invite them over, and we can start getting to know them. But we take it only as far as is safe, right?"

"Right. I don't want to put our kids and our lives in jeopardy any more than you do – less even, I think", she replied, then continued by telling me "I can call Jan and have her tell them to meet me after my next class, and set things up with them then. I'll tell them that if any of their parents have any questions or anything, they can call us, okay?"

I smiled and answered "Of course. Kelly, I'm sorry if I made you think that I didn't want to help them. It's just that we have a family, now, and I don't want to risk that life any more than is absolutely necessary."

Kelly smiled back at me and said "I know, Dan. I'm not willing to put our family in danger, either – but that doesn't mean that we have to stop helping these kids."

With that out of the way, both of us leaned forward to share a kiss before finishing our lunch. When we got back to the office, Kelly made the phone call to Jan and got an assurance that the girls would be there after Kelly's next class.

The next week, Kelly got back to the office and told me that she'd gotten things scheduled with the girls – they would be at our place around 5:00 the following Saturday. At our house, Saturday mornings were devoted to cartoons, with early afternoons dedicated to a few hours at a nearby park for the whole family. That left the late afternoon and evening free for other things.

That Saturday, Marilyn took the kids to see a movie so that Kelly and I would be able to devote our time and attention to our visitors, without having to worry about the kids interrupting things.

It was just a minute or so before the scheduled time when Mabel, my home automation and control system, let us know we had visitors – a quick check of the video camera at the front door let us know that it was our guests. Kelly went to let them in, and then led them into the den where I was sitting. I stood up to greet them as Kelly introduced us:

First off were Crissy and Sheri Rigney – identical (or appearing so, at first meeting) redheaded twins. Both were probably 5-8, medium-framed, and nicely curved.

They were followed by Evelyn Galvan – a slender black girl, 5 feet 6 inches tall.

After her was Bonita Delgado – Hispanic, she was the tallest of the bunch at 5-10 and noticeably more buxom than the others.

Last, and certainly not least, was Claire Li – Chinese, slender, and no more than 5-6, with a smallish – but still noticeable – bust.

Since my class at the school was more popular with the boys – just as Kelly's was a favorite of the girls – I didn't recognize any of the names or the girls. But I was politely friendly with all of them, and asked them to have a seat. All of them seemed exceptionally nervous – the feeling I got was that they were all more than a little in awe of me. I was still (in)famous at the school as the person that had gotten the previous administrator fired after involving the Bishop and threatening to sue the church. Nobody at the school knew quite what to make of the fact that the Bishop and I had gone on to become friendly, or that Kelly and I were teaching classes there.

When they were seated, Kelly went to get some drinks for all of us – sodas for the girls, coffee for me and her – as I chatted with them, trying to get them relaxed. When they realized that the rumors they'd heard about me just might be a trifle exaggerated, they settle down considerably. By the time Kelly got back, I'd even managed to draw a laugh from them.

Once everybody had something to drink available, Kelly was the first one to speak up by telling them "I know the five of you are probably a little nervous about being here" – getting nods from all of them – "but there's nothing for you to worry about. I know Dan has a little bit of a reputation at the school as some kind of big, mean monster – but you've probably already figured out that he's not like that. And you already know what I'm like."

The five of them shared a look before Evelyn told us "We were a little scared about being here – I mean, we've heard about what Mister Marshall is like in classes, but we also heard about him and the Bishop and everything, so we didn't know what to believe." She graced me with a smile and added "I think I believe the things I hear from the kids in his classes more than I do the rumors – I think he's pretty nice."

Kelly smiled and told them "That's right, he is. That's why he's here – because he agreed when I asked him if WE could be the ones that you talk to about all the things that you told me about last week."

I added something to the conversation by telling them "You don't have to call me 'Mr. Marshall' either. None of you is in any of my or Kelly's classes, so you can just call us Dan and Kelly. I think that would be easier on all of us, if we're going to have the kind of talks that I expect we'll be having."