Yes, truth is often stranger than fiction.

Some time ago I was a professor of social sciences at a Southern university. I was careful never to get involved with any of my students, but despite the decades difference in our ages, some young ladies must have found me attractive. I do stay in good shape and have a great deal of vitality. I am at a loss to explain how it happened, but somehow three of the young ladies with whom I was having off-and-on relations — a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead — wound up at the student center having coffee together, and my name came up. The upshot was that they decided to get even and teach me a lesson by coming to my home when I was alone and screwing me until I was “too sore to screw anymore.” Little did they know.

They showed up one morning unannounced. We went into the bedroom, they undressed me, and then demanded that I undress all of them a little at a time. They wanted me to heat up all of them simultaneously, which I thought was a marvelous idea. I kissed each of them in turn, gently and tenderly; stroked their necks and shoulders and faces; and removed each of their blouses, while kissing their shoulders and chests and the tops of their breasts and stroking their bare arms (particularly their inner arms — watching their nipples become erect), until I was ready to remove their bras. Each girl had different-shaped and sized areolae, different-textured nipples — what a wonderful buffet for someone who savored delectable dining — and smooth, delicately rounded white tummies to kiss while I undid various belts and buttons so as to leave only panties still to remove before paradise opened for me. I gently slid each pair of panties down, kissing each inch of skin being bared until I was kissing the creases between legs and pubic hair and then stroking the tenderloin of each leg and each pubic area with tenderness and care. Then they put me on the bed and got on the bed with me and lay down.

Having enjoyed the experience before, each wanted me to perform cunnilingus until she reached orgasm. They decided the redhead would be first, so I gently separated her labia, found her clitoris, gently grasped it between my teeth, and applied the tip of my tongue to the tip of her clitoris until she went off into space. My other two friends stroked me until the redhead landed, and then the brunette and blonde were each in turn similarly pleasured.

Next they wanted me to service each of them in the missionary position, again until they had orgasm, and then they put me on my back and each straddled me, one after the other. While each was being pleasured, the other two would kiss and stroke me, and in other ways make me feel good. The variety of their beauty was an enchantment. By noon they were tired and decided that I had been punished enough and left to go back to school.

Shortly after noon a friend with whom I was involved came over to be entertained. She was a dark brunette who was older than the students and had a somewhat fuller body, though no less enthusiasm. We spent the afternoon in much the same way in which the morning had been spent, except that she was having orgasms about every four or five minutes. Her needs were not being met at home, and she wanted to make the most of this opportunity to enjoy the most intense pleasure possible while doing so.

Watching the most sensitive areas of her body engorge while she was becoming more excited increased my anticipation. Each square inch was being given tender, intense attention. And so the afternoon passed in different positions for a variety of fulfilling orgasms. By suppertime she was satisfied and had to go home.

Shortly thereafter, my wife — a stately platinum blonde of delectable proportions — came home from work. She had had her own stressful and frustrating day. After supper she needed a great deal of soothing and satisfying. It was my great pleasure to respond to her needs in such a way that she eased, much later, into a blissful night of sleep. I remained awake a while, reflecting upon the most pleasant day I could remember.