Chapter 2

"All humans are promiscuous by nature. That is why so many marriages fail, and why people seek sex outside of marriage. All our religions and social mores cannot alter that biological fact. It is true that children are best raised in stable relationships, and that marriage is such a relationship. But that marriage should be based on mutual respect and dedication to a common purpose, not on sex. The man inseminates, and the woman gives birth. But the child's true parents may be neither of those people, but other adults who share a commitment to raising the child lovingly to maturity. The existence of adopted children in every culture is proof of this fact."

—Alfonse Gregorio, from Return to Eden

When I awoke, rays of the setting sun were filtering into the room. I was alone. If it weren't for the smell of pussy and the enormous wet spot on the bed, I would have thought that I'd just had the mother of all wet dreams. But then I heard voices in the other bedroom. I looked in and saw Cory being porked by Tom, her long legs splayed out in the air as his cock plunged in and out of her cunt. "My god," I thought. "She's insatiable." And then I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned around.

"Are you hungry?" Ann asked.

"Now that you mention it, I am."

"Then let's eat. Cory and Tom already ate, so let's leave them to fuck. We'll go over to the snack bar. There's going to be dancing there. Here, let's get you hard first."

"Are you kidding? I've had four orgasms today!"

"Well, let's not expect a full erection, but you should be able to get it at least half-way up again. Here, let me help."

And she dropped to her knees, took my dick in her hand, and licked it with her tongue as her fingers stroked and tickled my balls. It responded by getting fatter, a process that was accelerated when she sucked the cap into her mouth and rolled it around. Soon it was jutting prominently from my crotch, although it was still bendable.

"There!" she said as she got to her feet again. "I knew you could do it! Let's go. We'll hit the showers first, though. People could smell us coming from a mile away, the way we are now."

So we went over to the communal showers by the pool and soaped up. There were a number of people showering there, of all ages and both sexes. Most of the men had hard-ons to one degree or another, and there were quite a few people soaping each other up. One of the older men was vigorously stroking himself to orgasm, but then a teen-aged boy came over to him. They kissed each other on the lips and wanked each other's boners right there in the shower while people, young and old alike, of both sexes, bathed themselves around them. The pair shot their loads almost simultaneously, their cum splattering and mixing on the wet tiled floor. A few people applauded, but most of the people just ignored them. Ann was distracting me by washing my dick and keeping it semi-erect, despite its earlier workout. And I was soaping her up as well.

"We all try to keep our naughty bits clean, out of consideration for our next partners. Are you horny again?" she cooed.

"Yes!"

"And you like the feel of a hand on your dick."

"You bet!"

"But you can't get to a full erection, right?"

"Right again! You're reading me like a book!"

"Then you're in what Gregorio calls the 'Golden Zone.' Newcomers find it easier to maintain once they've cum. Now try to stay in that state, and let's get some dinner."

Arm in arm, we walked over to the snack bar, where we got a couple of hamburgers and sodas. As we ate them, Ann explained more about what she called the "Golden Zone."

"You can keep yourself in that pleasurable state just by fluffing, without the need to climax. That's what Gregorio said the ideal state is for a man. For a woman, too, although we find it easier to get into that state, and stay in it. You'll find out that everything is better when you're in that zone. Food tastes better, music sounds better, companionship is better. Sex is better! Of course, you're going to get that need to get your rocks off sooner or later. Just try to make it later rather than sooner."

"I'll try," I said, and I meant it.

"You'll find that the longer you can keep your dick engorged, the more sensitive it becomes, and the more pleasurable the orgasm is. That's the first thing we teach our boys."

"Well, that explains something I saw this afternoon."

"What was that?"

"It was when Abby and I were fooling around, and her son Bruce came by. Abby asked him how long he'd had his boner."

"Let me guess. Over two hours?"

"More than that, he said."

Ann wrinkled her nose. "Bruce always exaggerates a little. Did Abby let him wank?"

"She sucked him off right then and there, right there in front of me! I couldn't believe my eyes!"

"Then it was probably at least two hours. Bruce is basically honest, and he's coming along well in the training. He's almost there, but he's still a kid in many ways."

"Training in what?"

"In what we just talked about. Staying in the 'Golden Zone.' Keeping semi-hard for sustained periods. It really pays off in stamina when they get to serious fucking, it keeps them from being overstimulated. It has other benefits, too. Their dicks get bigger than kids who haven't been trained. The average male's penis is about six inches long when erect, while our males usually average just over seven inches. Fatter, too. And their flaccid state is bigger and fatter, too, which gives us girls more to look at! And we've found that the earlier a girl stimulates her G-spot and clit, the more prominent and sensitive they become."

"So girls get that training, too?"

"Well, sort of. In our training, we get to the point where we're aroused, just short of orgasm, and try to sustain that. Or we cum, and try to extend that cum as long as we can. That's why you see so many girls walking around and wanking. The idea is that if they're in that Golden Zone, they can slide into orgasms pretty much at will, whenever they want to."

"I think I saw an example of that today with your daughter. When I was talking with Abby, she was laying down next to us and masturbating while we talked."

"Yeah, she's good at it. One of the best I've seen. She can get a climax faster than I ever could. In a way, it's a shame that she had to be the first one you shagged. All the other girls will be disappointments!"

"There'll be other girls?"

"Sure! We're not prudes! Just make sure that they're not wearing red wristbands."

"Why not?"

"They're not ready for fucking yet. 'Red' is for people who haven't had sexual intercourse. 'Green' means that they've been initiated into fucking, so they're good to go. 'Black, ' like yours, means that they're sexually experienced. They can be fucked, but don't expect them to be very good at it, because they haven't completed their training. And 'Gold' is for Guides. They're the people you go to for that training. I tell you, if you haven't fucked somebody with a gold wristband, you haven't really fucked anybody!"

"What's this training all about?"

"It's all about how to be a good lover. You may have fucked a few women and left them happy, but really, you don't know squat about sex. Hardly anybody on the outside does. No offense, George. You'll see. I guarantee you that by the time this weekend is over, you'll see what I mean."

"How do I meet these Guides?"

"Oh, they'll seek you out. Probably at tonight's dance, for starters. Speaking of which, it looks like they're getting ready for it now."

She was referring to some people who had started clearing an area of tables and chairs for dancing. Some music started playing over the sound system, and people got up to dance. The first one was a lively number, and Ann pulled me to the dance floor.

I've been in a few X-rated nightclubs and strip joints, but nothing I ever saw before compared to the erotic dancing I was just witnessing. The guys were letting their dicks and balls swing around and bounce, and the girls who had big tits were letting them flop back and forth as they shook their torsos. And all the dancers were fondling themselves as they strutted their stuff. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever see dancing that wanton! And wonder of wonders, my dick was getting fully hard again!

The next dance was a slow one, and Ann held me close, my cock pressing against her belly as we danced. "Stay in the Zone," she said. "You're a bit too hard right now. Keep the cum pot on simmer, but don't let it boil over."

"Fat lot of helping you're being, Ann!" I laughed.

"Think of this as part of your training. And you're doing fine so far! You're going to be like this for the next hour or two, so pace yourself."

"What happens after that?"

"We let the pot boil. Sometimes it's an initiation ceremony for some lucky girl or boy, when we consider them ripe for fucking. I hear that there's going to be one tomorrow night. But more usually, we find some consenting adult and a free bedroom or tent or whatever, and fuck our brains out. Whatever it is, I'm guaranteeing you at least one more cum tonight!"

I noticed that some of the dancers with red wristbands were doing their own clumsy versions of "exotic dancing" with whatever they had to use. But they seemed to lose interest after a while and wandered off. I imagined that a lot of the boys, at least, had reached the end of their endurance and needed to beat their meat after the sexually charged performances of the women. I also noticed that Tom and Cory had arrived and were dancing with each other. When they saw us, they danced over and we switched partners, and it was Cory rubbing her pussy against my dick.

"I wanted to thank you for that fuck we had," I whispered into her ear. "It was the best afternoon of my life! I hope I didn't hurt you too much when I pushed against your cervix."

"Don't worry about that. The fuck was good for me, too, George. You're a fast learner, and very considerate. You'll do well here."

"Will we ever fuck again?"

"I don't see why not. But I'm going to fuck every other available man and woman who turns me on, too. Does that bother you?"

"Beggars can't be choosers, I guess."

"Believe me, you'll have more choice this way, not less. There are a dozen women here right now that have been checking you out, wondering how that dick of yours would feel inside them! I would hate to disappoint them by claiming you as my own. Here, I'll introduce you to one."

We danced over to another couple. "Wanna trade partners?" Cory asked. Without a word, the couple broke their embrace, and Cory and the man gave the "Gregorian greeting" to each other. I did the same with the girl, who looked to be in her late teens. "I'm Beryl," she said as Cory and the man danced away. She was very dark-skinned, with brown curly hair and a set of boobs that weren't particularly large but jutted proudly from her chest, with puffy dark nipples that added another inch or so to to her frontage. Her bush was so dense and curly that I couldn't see her cunt lips at all. She had brown eyes and a dazzling smile.

"I'm George," I said. "I'm new here."

"I know. Your wristband. I saw you and Abby together this afternoon. And Denise. Abby usually makes herself available to give the orientation talk to newcomers. Denise likes to beat her to it, though!"

"You saw them jerk me off?"

"I sure did. Boy, can you jizz! You must not have had sex for a week!"

"Is Abby here now? I think she has my towel."

"No, they left at sunset. They probably left your towel with the pool people. Just take another off the stack over there when you want one. You have a beautiful cock, by the way."

"I'm glad you like it," I joked. "It's the only one I've got. And you, dear, are a knockout!"

At that moment, the music shifted to a fast number, and we put some space between us as we danced. Her wiry crotch hair was damp, and she smiled at me as she squeezed one breast with her hand and finger-fucked herself with the other. My hard cock was twitching to my heartbeat. I wondered if I would have any more endurance than those poor boys who just left. But then my cock softened again, and I seemed to shift to another level of erotic appreciation, where I could enjoy myself without needing to take it farther. I was in the Golden Zone again. And so was she.

So when Tom and another woman danced up to us, we parted with a kiss and shifted partners again. This time I was with a middle-aged woman with a slim figure, medium-sized saggy tits and a neatly trimmed bush, wire-rim glasses, and a short haircut. Her long pierced nipples were connected by a strand of beads, which she kept swinging as she moved. She was an excellent dancer, and I found myself getting exhausted trying to keep up with her. I noted her gold wristband and wondered if she was sizing me up as a prospective trainee.

I hadn't realized how much my earlier orgasms had sapped my stamina, but now it all caught up with me. So I begged off, grabbed a soft drink from the bar, and sat down. She smiled and said, "I'll talk to you later!" And then she danced off with another man, who also had a gold wristband.

Ann came by with a soda of her own and sat down next to me. She had a sheen of sweat on her. "It looks like I'll need another shower soon," she said. "And how are you doing, George?"

"I'm realizing that my stamina isn't what it used to be."

"Well, you've had a hard day. I understand."

"You know, I was thinking about all the strip joints I've been to, and how the show was all about naked girls doing exotic dancing while all the men were getting aroused, without anything they could do about it. But this scene is so much sexier, with both sexes giving each other a show. The sexual pressure, or hunger, is actually less here. I think Gregorio had that one right!"

"Yes, he did! He figured that mankind had been doing it this way for thousands of years before religion and social customs got in the way. He used to say that we weren't kicked out of the Garden of Eden. We left there of our own accord, thinking that there had to be some sort of short cut to happiness, which we never found. And the gate's been open all that time, just waiting for us to walk back in. I wasn't sure I understood that when I first heard it, but I do now."

"And the Tree of Knowledge? Where does that fit in?"

"Beats me. But I remember him saying something like: 'God never said not to eat the fruit. He just said to wait awhile before you eat it, because it will taste better then.'"

"Like with us teasing each other almost to the point of orgasm, but no farther?"

"You're catching on! C'mon, let's dance some more."

And that's how the evening passed, with me dancing with a half a dozen other women, all teasing me and getting teased in return. My cock never got any softer than half-mast. I reveled in the sensation of it bouncing and swaying with my moves, a sensation that would have kept me in the Zone even without the visual stimulation of the naked dancers.

A bell chimed at eleven o'clock, and the music stopped. Evidently there were no more festivities that night, and people started pairing off and leaving. I saw Cory go off with a tall bearded man, while Ann had a middle-aged Asian woman in tow. Tom had his arm wrapped around Beryl, the dark-skinned beauty I'd danced with earlier. I was just about to collect my towel and leave for the night when the woman with the sagging breasts and short hair came up to me.

"Are you staying the night?" she asked.

"I wasn't planning to," I said.

"Well, I need another shag, so why not stay with me? I'm Candy, by the way. Tom says your name is George, right?"

"That's me. And I'd love to take you up on your invitation. But I need to shower, I think."

"Don't bother. We're going to get all sweaty again real soon, and I love the way a man smells when he sweats. But I would like to stop by the lav so I can pee and brush my teeth."

"Do you have a cabin here?"

"No, I'm in a van in the campground. Let's go."

We took care of business in the lavatory and were in her van five minutes later. It was a large blue Econoline from the 1970s, with a huge mattress that took up most of the floor. Next to it, perched on the rear wheel-well, was a tabletop with a bottle of body oil and a candle lantern that glowed softly. It was a good thing we were both nude, since there was no space to put our clothes. She pressed a button on a console mounted on the back of the driver's seat, and soft exotic music began playing.

"Did anybody tell you about the 'Golden Zone' when you came in?" she asked as she took off her glasses and put them on the table.

"Ann did. And I've been trying to stay in it, but I think I'm at the end of my limit now. I've had four orgasms so far today, and I'm ready to pop again. Don't expect me to get hard again after I do."

"Not a problem," she replied. "I'm sure I can keep you there for another hour, at least. I tell you what." She piled some pillows up against the wall of the van. "Just sit on the mattress with your back against the wall with your legs spread out, and let me lie against your chest and wank. You can play with my tits. I love that!" With that she leaned back on me, spread her legs over mine, and started to frig herself. My boner was nestled into the cleft of her ass, and I found that I could stay in the "zone" by moving it just a little up and down. I lifted her lovely low-hanging breasts and played with the jewelry that hung from her nipples.

"Take the rings off my tits," she said, "and oil me."

"How do they come off? The look solid to me."

"The rings are like key rings, with little teeth that lock together." I fumbled with them and found the clasp, opened the rings, and slipped them out of the holes in her nipples. I can't explain how, but the activity of removing the rings, with their connecting string of beads, from a woman's nips was at once distracting me from my cock's demands and heightening the intimacy of the experience. I laid the jewelry onto the table, picked up the bottle of oil, and squirted it onto her tits. It smelled like fresh-cut roses. She groaned with pleasure. "My cunt, too," she said. I dribbled the oil across her entire belly, from breastbone to mons, as she massaged the folds of her labia with the oil. We lay like that for a while, as she brought herself to a small climax with her fingers as I kissed her neck and pinched her nipples. At some point, she moved up my body until my cock sprang free of her ass cheeks. She slid back down and my glans was at her entrance.

"Push it in a little way, but don't pump," she said. I felt my cock slip into her vagina, and I pushed it in about two inches. "Another half an inch ... right there ... that's my G spot. Hold it there. Don't move." She continued to frig herself as I stroked her tits and belly, but occasionally let her finger slide downward and stroke the part of my cock's underside that was still outside her. My cock felt like it was throbbing with a pulse of its own, with that golden feeling of pre-orgasmic warmth, but without the immediate need to climax. She could tell when I was starting to get soft, and provided just enough stimulation with her finger on my cock and balls to keep me at the extreme end of my "zone" without going over into an orgasm. Meanwhile, she was keeping herself in her own "zone," prolonging her post-orgasmic rush with a minimum of stimulation without giving herself the release of a second intense orgasm. I began to see what Ann had meant when she said that those women with the gold wristbands knew their stuff.