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Four, Five and Six
by Rory V. (roryviolette@hotmail.com)

***

Those hippy-styles, flower children of the 60s had 
escaped into the 70s and were flying high -- not on 
drugs, necessarily. Sal and Angie, Keith and Sandy were 
married couples who offered a spare room to a fellow 
college student. When he moved into the joint, it 
didn't take long to discover there were some fringe 
benefits of the $50-a-month rent. (MMF, exh, orgy, 
oral)

***

I was a college freshman, attending school in the same 
city that I grew up in. It wasn't much different from 
high school, except there weren't people all over 
campus directing you to class. You were completely on 
your own here. It was you and you alone whether or not 
you'd make grades good enough to keep going. And no one 
was interested in excuses. You signed up for classes, 
paid big bucks for books, went to class, sat and 
listened, and then you performed. Yes, indeed, it was 
entirely up to you.

At home, mom was driving me nuts. No, she wasn't 
nagging me. We were tired of each other. As an adult, I 
had different expectations. I wasn't her little boy any 
more. Of course, I still loved my mom – and I knew she 
loved me. Fulltime schoolwork and a part-time job, plus 
a fairly decent social life kept me out of the house 
for most of the week. Still, though, I could tell it 
was an emotional drain on her. Me? I didn't know what 
else to do.

At school, Sal Agliano and Keith Laverty, a couple of 
pot-smoking, married guys, were in my communications 
class. Both were honest, accepting people, never saying 
a negative word. Both wore pony tails, the classic 
'60s-style hippies in the year of 1973-74. They weren't 
necessarily changing with the times, but that was okay 
with me. Something about their lifestyle was 
comforting. They didn't judge anyone, and felt like no 
one should judge them.

It was confession time at class one day: Sal and Keith 
were telling me about their wives. They were great 
gals. All four lived together in a rented house a 
couple miles from campus. Sal and Keith usually rode to 
school together while Sal's wife, Angela, and Keith's 
wife, Sandy, shared the other car.

"I know I'm going to be needing a place to stay," I 
told them. "My mom's not happy. I think she's a little 
tired of me coming and going all the time. You know, 
working, going to school, going out on the weekends."

Sal said, "Has she said anything?"

I shook my head.

"Then how do you know?"

"It's just a feeling."

Keith said, "I know my mom and dad love me. They know I 
smoke weed, I've got the long hair. It makes them a 
little uptight, but they never asked me to leave. I got 
married and wanted to be on my own."

Sal nodded. "It's almost the same for me. I'm a little 
older (25). I went into the Navy, got out, married 
Angela and started school. I don't think your mom 
cares. I think she's kind of proud of you, I'd bet."

They had me thinking. Maybe I was wrong. They could see 
the quizzical look on my face.

"Hey," said Sal, "if you want, we have a spare bedroom 
downstairs. It's right next to the kitchen. There's a 
bathroom that'd be all yours. We'd get you for, what, 
60 bucks a month."

It took me less than a day to decide I'd do it.

After a couple weeks, I moved in, giving Sal $120 up 
front to cover the first two months. These four people 
were almost freakish, they were so kind and friendly. 
The food, well, I contributed to the groceries. Mostly, 
they ate fruits and veggies, plus a little milk. No 
meat, no eggs, no chicken, rarely some fish.

**

For a couple weeks, it was paradise. It drove me nuts 
to listen to their lovemaking upstairs. It was hard to 
make out which couple was which. Both were within 
earshot. The bumping and grinding, the bashing of their 
beds into the wall. All four seemed like they were 
well-versed in the art of sex.

My experiences were limited to only a few girls, a 
couple in high school, another who was in college (who 
drove me to high school one day, then offered herself 
to me that weekend), then a college girlfriend, Carol 
Mount, for all of three weeks (and about a dozen romps 
in her bed).

Sal and Angela never did it while Keith and Sandy were 
home, and it was vice-versa. It was too small upstairs. 
Neither wanted to tread on the other's performance. Oh, 
maybe Sal might lick Angela's pussy, while Sandy might 
treat Keith to a quiet blow job – while the other 
couple was in bed. But if Sal and Angie were gone for 
the night, Keith and Sandy were ready to rock.

And rock they did one Thursday night while Sal took 
Angie to see Godfather II. Keith found out the movie 
lasted for three hours and he took advantage of every 
second to turn his wife into a special woman.

It was a frank exchange of sexual information one day 
between me, Sal and Keith. We were all adults, right? 
Men? Experienced? Their experience rose far above my 
own, but they were left with the conclusion that I'd 
had plenty of pussy options. They'd seen me at school, 
dating Carol and a couple other girls. They assumed I 
had my share.

"Don't be afraid to bring anyone back to the pad," Sal 
told me, "if you have something going."

Thanks, I told him.

Truth be told, it was damned hard listening to their 
activities upstairs. I'd be reading, or studying, or 
even trying to sleep while the rocking was taking 
place. I'd hear a groan, a moan, a sigh, the movement 
of the bed, the pounding of a wall – all the sex 
noises.

"If I was married, I'd rock like you guys," I said.

They looked at each, smiled, then looked at me.

Keith said, "I hope it doesn't bother you."

"Hey, I know what's going on up there. You're married. 
You're made for your wives. It's nothing. The problem 
is that Sandy and Angie are babes. You guys are lucky."

Sal started laughing. Keith grinned, lit up a cigarette 
and looked at Sal.

"What are you saying?" Sal asked. "You're saying you 
want to take a crack at our wives?"

Oh, no, that's not it. "What are you talking about? 
That's crazy!"

Keith shook his head. It was like they were keeping a 
secret. Sal kept laughing.

"What is it?" I asked. "What are you trying to say?"

The secret was still out there.

Finally, Keith said, "We were all talking the other 
day."

Sal cut him off. "You sure about this, Keith?"

"Whatever. We were going to tell him, anyway, weren't 
we?"

Sal shrugged his shoulders.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

There was a pause, a lengthy pause.

"The four of us went to a concert last week," said Sal, 
"and we had an extra ticket. We forgot to tell you 
about it. Sandy picked it up, thinking you'd want to go 
with us. Hey, Sandy and Angie like you, buddy."

"What the hell does that mean?"

Sal shrugged again. "Hey, we're not perverts. We kind 
of live open, man, you know. We're married, but we 
don't tell our wives that they can't be with anyone 
else. As long as we know. We're peace freaks. We smoke 
a little weed."

Keith said, "We've swapped wives. It's no big deal. 
Twice or three times, I think, I've taken Angie off for 
a weekend. Left Sandy and Sal together. Hey, we like 
each other. And we all think you're cool."

Oh, God. What was I getting into here?

"I'm not following this at all. Are you offering your 
wives to me?"

"Sort of," said Sal. "I mean, it's just making love. 
It's not like you're committing yourself, or they're 
committing themselves to you. It's all about love, 
baby."

This was getting weird. I mean, I'd have jumped Sandy's 
bones in a second. Angie's, too. Both were fine looking 
chicks. Judging from those sounds from upstairs, they 
definitely knew what they were doing when the clothes 
came off and the door was shut. But they were married. 
To Sal and Keith. Friends. Now they're offering them to 
me?

"Look," said Keith, "why don't we just go home, get us 
all together and come up with something."

Sal nodded, and said, "We'll meet you at home, buddy. 
See you there in a few minutes."

Was I dreaming? Was this all a trick? What game was 
going on here? Did I want to get involved in all this? 
I'm almost 19, not ready for married life yet, but I'm 
being offered two married chicks. Correction: Two, 
hippy-style married chicks. And I'm being offered them 
by none other than their own loving husbands. This was 
crazy!

I don't know why, but I drove right to the house that 
kept all five of us under the same roof. I waited a 
little while for Sal and Keith to get back; meanwhile, 
the other car was gone, too. I didn't think anyone was 
home.

But Sandy was waiting for me.

"Hi," she said, smiling.

"Hey, Sandy." I didn't know what else to say.

I kept lurking by the window, waiting for Keith and 
Sal.

"Sal just called," she said, "to say they wouldn't be 
home for awhile. Angie's working."

"Oh." That's all I could think of to say.

Sandy smiled. Dressed in a pair of hip-huggers and a 
bikini top, she looked fabulous. Sandy was sandy-
haired, nice thick hair with a red ribbon neatly stuck 
in the back of her head.

"He said that you guys were talking about stuff," she 
said. "I hope it's not too freaky."

Oh, my goodness. "It's different," I said. Sandy was 
putting me at ease.

"We like each other. Angie and I have been together. We 
dig each other. It's special. I dig Sal. I love Keith. 
We'll always be together. It's just making love."

I could sense I was about to join the Sal-and-Keith 
Club. What was the next step? I decided to make a move 
on my own. I walked over and put my arm around Sandy's 
waist.

"Ever since I've moved in here – well, all I can say is 
that everyone's been so nice."

"We think you're nice, too."

I didn't even feel awkward when I leaned over to kiss 
Sandy. I half-expected her to step back and slap me in 
the face. But I leaned into a softly-skinned gal of 22, 
beautiful, trim, sexy and ready to offer herself up to 
me.

Having made love a grand total of, maybe, a dozen times 
in my life – in other words, I was still kind of 
inexperienced – something told me to be patient. To 
take my time. To let her be the leader. Give her the 
pleasure. My cock was stiffening quite a bit. I'd been 
wondering what was happening to her.

It was as if she knew when to start stroking my cock. 
Just as it was getting hard, she unbuckled my pants and 
massaged it gently. There was no holding back now. For 
some reason, all thoughts of Sal and Keith were 
completely gone from my mind. Know who I was thinking 
about?

Angie.

I figured if Sandy was giving me the works right now, I 
could look forward to Angie – and soon. I thought about 
doing them together. As I'd learn in the days to come, 
Angie and Sandy had done Keith; then they'd done Sal a 
different time. No, Sal and Keith never got it on with 
each other. That, I couldn't handle, no way.

Sandy dropped her clothes on the kitchen floor, which 
she'd just mopped. She took my hardened cock and led me 
into the small bedroom I'd been living in. It was big 
enough for what we were about to do.

Oral sex on each other; it seemed to last forever. My 
mind was racing. I never wanted this to end. I must've 
licked her pussy for a solid hour. Every now and then, 
she'd stroke my cock, licking and sucking every so 
often. I knew we'd start fucking, but I was enjoying 
this too much. Way too much.

I could tell I'd brought her to climax, maybe even 
twice with my oral actions. We rarely said a word. She 
said, "Thank you" after one of her climaxes. She said 
it with deep appreciation, as if I'd done something 
really special. I guess it is special. There's only one 
reason to make love. That's to make the other person 
reach that crucial stage.

In all my lovemaking days, I'd only climaxed twice on 
one occasion. This time, I was hoping to duplicate that 
record. Sandy nearly had me a couple times, but for 
some reason, I held it back. Then it happened. She 
brought me to a massive climax. Just after she'd deep-
throated me, she paused to lick the tip of my cock. 
Then she took me down her throat again. Completely. My 
load went right down her throat.

All of which seemed to excite her to no end. Later, she 
told me it was always her goal with Keith – to jack him 
off and get his juices down her throat. Well, it worked 
on me.

Both of us had worked our faces, our tongues, our 
mouths, our lips almost to exhaustion for nearly an 
hour. I tell you that if Sandy wanted to quit right 
there, I'd have been okay with it. But she was just 
getting a second wind.

Her pussy was quite moist, so that was no problem. My 
cock was getting hard again. When Sandy rolled over and 
wrapped her legs around my ass, my cock found its mark 
easily. In and out, in and out. I tried to be as 
creative as possible under these conditions. Her pussy 
was moist and small. My cock was big enough to provide 
some nice friction.

There were some gasps, similar to the ones I'd been 
hearing from upstairs. "Okay," I thought to myself, 
"now I have Sandy's noises down."

We repeated this for a few minutes. Then I pulled out. 
Sandy groaned, thinking I was going to stop. I lifted 
her off the bed, then laid on my back. Sandy turned, 
back to me, and inserted me into her. She exited me, 
then turned around to face me. This was better. I 
wanted to see her face. I wanted her to see mine. She 
closed her eyes, probably creating some fantasy in her 
mind. I didn't have to close mine. She was my fantasy. 
This was what you fantasized about.

We turned into a doggy-style position. This is where 
she reached climax one final time. I thought about 
sticking it up her ass, but decided this wasn't the 
time. Finally, my probing brought me to one final load.

"Inside?"

I didn't think she heard me. Finally, she nodded. "Yes, 
please. Inside me. I'm okay."

She was on the pill, I was guessing. I exploded into 
her fabulous body. I didn't want to stop, but I was out 
of gas. I pulled out and rubbed my cock along her ass 
crack. I tried to keep that hard-on as long as 
possible. Both of us were sweating like crazy.

I looked at the clock. It had been two hours. 
Unbelievable. I couldn't believe Sal and Keith hadn't 
returned yet. Or that Angie was still gone.

Sandy and I laid on the bed for a couple minutes. I had 
my arms around her. I couldn't think of anything to 
say. Sure, I wanted to say "thanks." I waited for her 
to break the silence. When she did, the words were 
disappointing. "We should get dressed."

"Sure."

"Sal and Keith will be home around 10. They went to 
dinner and a movie."

It was around eight o'clock. "Where's Angie?"

"She should be home. I'm not sure."

A couple minutes later, lights appeared in the 
driveway. Angie, a waitress, was home from work. Within 
seconds, she appeared in the doorway. She saw me. "Hi," 
she said, smiling.

She went over to Sandy and pecked her on the cheek. 
"Hi, sweetie," she said.

Angie was poetry in motion. If Sandy was slim, trim and 
soft, Angie was a little more busty. Her figure was 
nice, curvy. She was hard-body, though there was some 
softness. She seemed overly friendly at this point.

At no time was I ever at home alone with these two 
babes. Sal or Keith were always around, it seemed. 
Which was fine. What was I going to do? At least until 
tonight, it had always been straight.

Both of them left the room. I swallowed a glass of 
milk, not quite knowing what to do. Maybe I should go 
see mom. I hadn't seen her but once or twice since 
moving out. She probably thought I was a bad son. Boy, 
help me if she ever heard what I did – lovemaking with 
a married woman.

There was a time when a bunch of college coeds rented 
the house next door to us. I was walking my dog one 
night when I strolled past an open window. There were 
20 or 30 men and women inside, stark naked. I couldn't 
believe it. Yes, I grabbed some action with a couple of 
those babes in the weeks to come. It was easy. They 
were easy.

Now, I was getting the easiest sex of all time – set up 
by this chick's own husband.

Angie reappeared in the kitchen, then sat down. "I had 
a long shift," she told me. "I'm really tired."

"Can I do anything for you?" I asked. "Do you want 
something to eat? Drink? Anything, just tell me."

She smiled again. Her restaurant waitress uniform, 
tight-fitted and all, looked good on her. "I hear 
you've had a good time tonight with Sandy."

I smiled, nodding, saying nothing.

"Listen," she said, "Sal and Keith came by the 
restaurant for dinner. They told me what's going on. 
I'll make it with you, sweetheart, but not tonight. I'm 
tired."

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. Here was another 
wife, ready to offer herself up to me – but not at this 
moment. Besides, I'd just finished a two-hour marathon 
with the other woman of the house. Anything I could do 
with Angie would just be going through the motions.

If there was going to be a similar situation with 
Angie, I wanted to be at full strength. And so, 
apparently, did she.

I was gone for most of the weekend, getting back late 
on Sunday night. I visited with mom, my grandparents 
and went to Reno with a couple buddies from work. I got 
back to the place at around 11 o'clock. School was the 
next day. I had an 8 a.m. class. I had to get up a 
little before seven.

Sal was reading when I walked in. Keith was watching 
TV. There was no sign of the women. They told me that 
Sandy and Angie were at a movie. I hadn't seen these 
guys since we'd talked on Friday. I didn't know what to 
do. Was I supposed to thank Keith? Was I supposed to 
tell Sal that his wife would squeeze me in when she 
wasn't tired?

"Sandy said she really enjoyed you the other night," 
said Keith.

I was stuck for an answer. "She's something special," I 
said. "Keith, seriously, man, I don't know what to 
say."

He chuckled. "I told you, we're all free around here to 
do anything we want."

Sal kept reading. Keith said, "We're all brothers and 
sisters here, friends. We want to be close."

"I feel the vibes, man. Thanks. You guys have really 
turned me on to some things."

Sal looked up from his book, still saying nothing. He 
had a smile on his face. Sal was the friendlier of the 
two, but Keith was a close second. "You know 
something," said Sal. "I think you need to get married. 
Then it'll be the six of us."

"Working on it," I said. "I'm not quite there yet. I 
haven't met the woman of my dreams like you guys have."

I was beat. I needed to sleep, but I didn't want to 
appear rude. I asked them if they had school the next 
day.

"Yeah," said Sal. "I've got to be there at 7:30. What 
time is it? It's 11. Oh, man, I've got to get to bed."

Keith stood up and turned off the TV. He started 
trudging up the stairs. Keith didn't say it, but he 
must've had an early class, too. I headed off to the 
back room. An hour, or so, later I heard a car pull up 
in the driveway. Within seconds, Sandy and Angie were 
giggling at each other, quietly, in the kitchen.

A couple minutes later, I heard someone walking softly 
in the kitchen. They were at my bedroom door, which was 
slightly ajar. I heard a whisper, "Are you still up?"

It was Angie. "Yeah, baby, I'm up."

I wasn't quite prepared for what was about to happen. 
She came into the darkened room, the moonlight through 
the window shining on her shadowy face.

"How was your weekend?"

"Great," I said. "Went with some buddies up to Reno. 
Won a little cash. I'm under age, I know, but 
everything went well."

Angie smiled. She was wearing minimal clothing, which 
was normal. Angie and Sandy were often seen around the 
house with just their bras and bikini panties. She was 
wearing a pair of shorty pajamas.

"Let me lay down with you."

I couldn't say no. I mean, what do I say? "Get out, 
Angie." I knew what was about to happen.

She started massaging my cock. I heard another noise in 
the kitchen. Someone else was there. A pony-tailed, 
bearded man entered the room and switched on the light. 
Sal looked a little upset.

"I know we talked about this, you two," he said, "but 
not while I'm home. I'd like to be out of the house. 
Can you two do this another time?"

Well, yeah, sure. I was about to tell him I wasn't 
expecting this right now, but I held my tongue. Truth 
is, I didn't know what to say. Sal appeared to be upset 
with both of us. I'd have preferred an empty quiet 
house, the way it was with Sandy the other night. But 
this was Angie's move, not mine.

Angie got up to leave. Sal didn't even look at me, 
saying nothing. What an awkward moment. I learned the 
next day that they stayed up for a few hours discussing 
the situation. I couldn't have been more apologetic.

I told Sal, "Just tell me what to do. I mean it. I 
didn't know what to do."

Sal shook his head. "It's my fault. I should've stopped 
her. She came upstairs. I was in bed. She knew you were 
in your room. I heard her say, 'I'm going downstairs.' 
I was groggy, half asleep. When I figured it out, I was 
wide awake. If she hadn't said anything, I'd have slept 
right through it."

Whew.

Angie and I didn't get it on for another couple days. 
It was Thursday afternoon. Sal was at work. Keith was 
somewhere with Sandy. I stopped by to drop off a couple 
books and take it easy before a four-hour shift I had 
to work in Oakland that night at 6 o'clock.

It was around 2:30 and Angie was home.

"Hi."

I answered, "Angie, you look great."

She was wearing a halter top and shorts, nothing else. 
It was so easy to see that this girl in her early 20s 
was a sexual presence. Angie loved sex, she loved to 
talk about it and it was all natural.

"Thanks."

"It's funny. Every time I walk into this house, it 
seems like every day is completely different. I never 
know who's going to be here – you, Sandy, Keith or Sal. 
It's almost like there's no schedule."

She laughed. "It seems like it, doesn't it?"

Angie was being flirtatious. It wasn't necessary, of 
course. Both of us knew what was going to happen. I was 
standing by the sink and she walked over. Before either 
of us could say a word, there was a knock at the back 
door. I opened it. A nice-looking, well-built, bearded 
guy was there. I'd seen him around. His name was Rip, 
who lived in a small garage apartment a few doors down.

"Hello, I was looking for – hey, Angie, there you are."

Rip came in.

"Hi, Rip." She introduced us. Rip and I shook hands. 
Something eerie was taking place here. Rip seemed 
fairly familiar with Angie. They talked. Rip smelled 
nice, seeming like he'd just taken a shower. Angie 
seemed almost overly friendly. I kept hoping he'd leave 
quickly. I wanted to jump Angie's bones and get ready 
for work.

Rip wasn't leaving. In fact, Angie said, "Let's go into 
the front room."

I took a couple minutes in the kitchen while the two of 
them were in talking. Angie called me into the room. 
When I got in there, I saw Rip taking his clothes off. 
Angie was already naked.

"Would you join us?"

I had absolutely no clue what to do. None.

Rip wasn't saying anything. Apparently, the two of them 
were into kinky stuff. Was Sal sharing Angie with 
anyone, or just me? Or Rip? That fucking Rip was 
smiling up at me, as if he were trying to psyche me 
into leaving. He wanted Angie for himself and I 
couldn't blame him.

"C'mon," she said. "I haven't had two guys in awhile. 
Sal doesn't like it. C'mon. Please."

What the hell!

Rip still wasn't saying anything. He was staring me 
down. There was a definite mind game at work here. This 
was some studly kind of guy. I didn't want to stare at 
his dick, but there it was, hanging down the couch. It 
wasn't getting hard at all, even with the magnificent 
Angie in the buff right next to him.

He started to kiss her nipples, then spread her legs 
and started licking her pussy. Angie looked over at me, 
feigning this pouting look. "C'mon and do me. You and 
Rip, right now."

That's the hippy movement for you. I peeled my clothes 
off. As long as Rip was licking her pussy, I put my 
Cock in her face for some mouth-sucking action. Angie 
didn't disappointment me. I was definitely into it. 
Angie was moaning. So was Rip. I swear, I wanted that 
fucking Rip to disappear.

I wanted to say, "Hey, Rip, do me a favor and let me do 
Angie alone, will you?" But I didn't want Angie to get 
mad.

All of a sudden, Rip popped up and coaxed Angie's mouth 
off my Cock. His dick was erect now and he wanted to 
pop it into her pussy. Once he was safely in, she 
resumed blowing a slobber tune on my love whistle. I 
had to close my eyes. I couldn't bear the thought of 
watching Rip tear through this dainty little gal.

Rip was at least 6-4, a muscular 195 and his dick was 
hardening by the second. This wasn't the first time 
between these two. My question: Did Sal know?

All of a sudden, it was time to blow. Rip pulled his 
dick out and fired his load onto Angie's bare stomach. 
She didn't stop blowing me, but she rubbed his semen 
all around her skin. Rip massaged his dick on the 
outside of Angie's pussy. Rip went over and sat down on 
a chair. It was just Angie and me.

It's a little mind-boggling to fuck a chick in front of 
an audience. All of a sudden, I didn't want to lick her 
pussy, something I found quite delicious – not with 
Rip's cum all over her. I didn't even want to fuck her.

"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me now."

All right, this would be interesting. I didn't want to 
refuse, not in front of Rip. Some guys could probably 
stomach something like this, but I wasn't ready for it 
yet. Rip was at least 32 or 33. The guy was built. No 
chick, Angie included, could resist a physical person 
like that.

My Cock was rock hard, not as big as Rip's, but not 
bad. I turned Angie over. It was going to be doggy-
style – in her ass. I'd never been in a woman's ass 
before, but I thought I'd give it a try. Since Rip's 
cum was on her belly, I didn't have to sense his mess.

Angie didn't seem to mind my Cock entering her ass. 
"Slowly," she said. "Take it slow." Sure, baby. I eased 
into her. Well, this just turned Rip on completely. He 
got off the chair and took a place in Angie's face. His 
dick was in her mouth quickly.

I was in her ass and he was in her mouth. This was 
insane. Within minutes, she was taking his load onto 
her face. Seconds after he erupted, I finally came. Two 
guys, three cums in about 20 minutes. Not bad. Angie 
looked as if she'd cum a few times herself.

Rip stayed quiet for a few minutes. Angie was lying on 
the couch, her legs pinned up to her chest. I didn't 
quite know what to do. Were we going to resume the 
action? Would Rip leave and let me get into Angie 
alone?

Suddenly, Rip popped up. I figured he was going for 
Angie again. Instead, he put his clothes on, leaned 
over to kiss Angie and said, "Gotta go, baby. See you 
again."

Angie said, "I love you honey."

Rip left through the back door. Angie stretched herself 
up and starting putting her skimpy little outfit back 
on. She looked over at me; I started getting dressed 
again, too. Angie smiled.

"Don't you dare," she said, "tell Sal."

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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