Monday, June 10, 1974.
“Where am I?” My exact words. Just like in the movies.
I was in a bed; that much I knew. But not my own bed. And between two bodies. Female on my right, male on my left.
Think! Who did I fuck last?
She had her back to me; all I could see was blonde hair. The man was turned away, too.
It was coming back to me. He and I were double-penetrating his wife. He was on bottom, using the back door. I rode on top, pounding the woman’s pussy.
She was waking up—turned over, looked at me and smiled. Oh, of course: Joann Lear! She took my face in her hands and kissed me.
“Good mornin’, hon.”
“Good morning!” I replied, barely in a whisper.
“Oh don’t mind John. He could sleep through a hurricane. C’mon. Let’s go for a shower.”
She took my hand and led me to their bathroom. The shower was incredible: jets from all sides, big enough for two or three or more.
She glanced downward. “Oh! Already hard for me. That’s so sweet.”
Don’t look at me; Joann was goddamn hot, especially for a woman nearly fifty.
“God, I came hard last night,” she said as we stepped into the hot streams of water together. “You and John made a great team.”
“He obviously enjoys sharing you.”
“He does. And he likes you. He sucks a mean cock, by the way.”
He had asked. I declined; not ready for that. Kissing was already more than I ever imagined doing with a man, but there we were.
“Here, let me,” she said, as she grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering me all over. “I never got a chance to ask. About your day, I mean. I saw you fucking a few ladies: someone petite with short, dark hair.”
“You mean the one whose husband was taking home movies of us? That was Carole Gallagher.”
“And you gave someone a facial…”
“A what? Oh… Is that what you call it? I was aiming for her mouth.”
“From two feet away?”
“Come on, it wasn’t that far. Anyway, that was my aunt Ginny. Aunt by marriage. No blood relation.”
She stood behind me, reached her arms around, and started shampooing my cock.
“Hmm, that brings up the million-dollar question: you and Caroline. I hope you and your mother finally…”
“No, actually…. She was always… otherwise occupied.”
“Nothing surprising about that. What about Anne?”
“‘No, sorry to say I didn’t get a chance to fuck either my own mother or Sylvia’s mother.”
“So, what’s that smile for?”
“I did get to watch them fuck each other!”
“Yes! Those two go way back. They met on a flight to Brazil. Your mom, like any sexy stewardess, had her pick of businessmen to seduce. Only, this time Anne seduced her—your mom’s first lesbian sex.”
“I’d heard part of that story. Just not the best part.”
My lust hit ten-over-ten. I turned and kissed her. I pressed my erection into her groin. Like my mother, Joann wore pubic hair, only tightly trimmed. I slid my soapy cock below her hair, between her thighs.
Her body twitched in response. ”Oh, baby!” she moaned as I glided in and out.
“Mmm. Know what I’m thinking?” She purred, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. “I haven’t had this in my ass yet.”
Happy to oblige, I spun her around and let the water wash all the suds away. She passed me a tube from the shower shelf, and I turned my dick out of the shower stream and lubed it up. She turned around to present her buttocks to me. I positioned myself, thrust it, and sailed smoothly inside.
She uttered a gasp of pleasure. “Oh, baby, that feels so good! God, you fill me up so much! I love having John in there, like a riverboat in a canal, but honey, yours is a goddamn battleship!”
That was my kind of ‘pillow talk.’ I lasted barely two minutes longer before I had her rectum stuffed with cum.
We dried off, and as we exited the bathroom, John was waiting, naked with a towel over his shoulder. “Geez, I thought you two’d never get done. How was the water?”
“Hottest shower I’ve had in a long time,” she told him and let me down the hallway, both still nude.
“We could go down to breakfast,” she said. “Or I could whip you up something here.”
She opened the next door and ushered me into the kitchen.
“So, is this where you live?”
“No, we have a house about ten minutes away. But we keep an apartment here in the manor as well, since I have to be here so much for work.”
She produced ingredients from the refrigerator. “Bacon and eggs okay?”
“Perfect!”
She set a frying pan on the range and fired up the gas. “Not to overdress,” she said, reaching for an apron, “but bacon splatters.”
“So, remind me, what is it you do again?”
“I’m head of research and development for the Cole Foundation.”
“And you’re making me breakfast.”
“Also a wife and mother.”
“Mmm. Nothing like the smell of bacon.”
“You know what I used to make Jeri? One of her favorites. Peanut butter and bacon sandwiches.”
“Sounds… interesting.”
“Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it. Like a lot of things, my boy.”
“Okay, so this Cole Foundation. I don’t even know what you do.”
“Publicly? Some humble goals: little things like world peace and interracial harmony.”
“What, unity through sex?”
“You think you’re joking, but that’s exactly right. Erotic repression is behind so many of the world’s ills. But we’re not restricted to this planet any longer, you know. Imagine a city on the moon.”
“You’re kidding me. The Foundation is doing that?”
“It’s just a concept at this point, but yeah, the Foundation hopes to be involved in projects like that. Or a colony on the floor of the ocean.”
“Wow! That’s what you’re researching and developing.”
“Me? Not so much those things…”
John emerged, wearing coat and tie.
“Breakfast?” she asked him.
“No thanks. Running late for some reason. I’ll grab coffee at the office. Got to love Monday mornings.”
He kissed her, and he kissed me.
“Another golden day of opportunity.”
“Go get ’em, tiger!”
And with a growl, he was out the front door.
“What does he do?” I asked.
“Oh, investments and speculation and what-not. Say, you didn’t finish telling me who all you fucked. Not to kiss and tell…”
“Here’s one that surprised me,” I answered. “Someone I never found attractive before—though apparently she had a thing for me. It’s my best friend’s mother. Her name is Jeannie Searle.”
“Heavy-set woman? I’ve met her. She’s nice.”
“Oh, very nice, but I never thought of her as sexy.”
“But you do now.”
“God! She was a fucking phenomenon! I feel like we’re going to be a regular thing. Plus, she’s got two hot daughters.”
She laid our two plates down, took off her apron and we sat down to eat.
“We all saw you with Zoe, of course. Any of Felicity’s other girls?”
“There was Kate, you know, one of the car parkers.”
“She’s our newest college intern, a Freshman at Hathaway. Yeah, hot as hell! Unbelievably high SMQ.”
“SMQ?”
“That stands for Sexual Magnetism Quotient. It’s a standard measure of a person’s electroerotic energy emissions. I would have called it something like EEEQ, but I’m not the one who named it.”
“Well, anyway, she’s high on my do-again list. Also Zoe. And another one whose name I didn’t catch.
“So, which one was the best?”
“Best fuck? God, that’s hard to say. They were just all so different.”
“Exactly the right answer. You’re going to be having lots and lots of sex with lots and lots of different people.”
“My first official day of training.”
“Though you’ve gotten a hell of a head start. Speaking of which, Felicity plans to meet us later down in my office.”
“You mean at the Cole Foundation? You know, I don’t even know where that is.”
“Oh, it’s right here. Under our feet.”
“Really? When do we go?”
“Right now if you’re ready.”
“I’m done. I just need to do my makeup.”
“No problem. Your place is right on the way.”
We went straight out the front door. “By the way,” she said, “I don’t usually go to work in the nude, but I thought it would be fun for us to be ‘twins’ today.”
My suite turned out to be just around the corner. I was in and out in less than five minutes. She took me by the hand and led me through the labyrinthine passageways.
We met others along the way, all female, all gorgeous. None of them was completely naked like us, though a few were topless, one bottomless. I understood I was a rare bird among them, though I detected no surprise at encountering a nude man in the hallway. None of them hesitated to check out my cock, however, and that kept me good and hard.
On the ground floor, we came to an ornate pair of doors, which opened to a grand library. Joann shut the doors behind us and crossed to an oaken desk. Atop it was a desk lamp. She pressed its three buttons six times in a particular sequence, and immediately, the shelves on the far wall parted, revealing an elevator, whose doors opened for us.
“I know what you’re thinking,” she said with a chuckle. “But the Batman show stole it from us.”
The elevator took us down to a completely different world. We were no longer in the fabulous mansion, but in a fascinating underground facility.
“It’s easy to get lost down here until you know your way around. Let me give you a quick tour.”
When she said quick, she meant quick. Over two miles of corridor, and she mostly pointed down one and then another.
“And here’s the main lab,” she said. She activated a palm scanner on the wall, and the doors opened.
“My sanctum sanctorum,” she announced, as we stepped inside. The place was filled with instruments and devices, whose functions I couldn’t begin to guess.
“And this is my office,” she said. “Come in and have a seat. I’ll be right back.”
I didn’t actually sit but surveyed the room. An item on display in the bookshelf caught my eye. It looked like a large gold penny, maybe two or three inches across. On its face was a distinguished-looking gentleman in profile, facing to his right.
A pretty good knock-off, I thought. The perfect novelty gift for a scientist. A moment later she returned with a sealed pack, which she laid on her desk.
“Where’d you get this,” I asked.
“Um… Stockholm, of course.”
“Stockholm? You don’t mean to say this is real?”
“It better be. They made me give a speech and everything. and just for fun, I even verified the gold content à laArchimedes.”
“A Nobel prize? You actually have a Nobel prize?!”
“Yep. 1955. Physics. Not too shabby, eh? For the breakthrough a year earlier, in 1954, when we demonstrated the physical basis of electroerotic energy.”
“You mean… you’re the one who invented electroerotic energy?”
“‘Discovered,’ not ‘invented,’ though I did coin the term electroerotic energy. They knew it existed—only they called it Sexual Magnetism. What I discovered was the hard science basis for it.”
“Pun intended?” I asked with a giggle. Remember, I was only a teenager.
She ignored my silliness. “E3, as we call it, is about more than just improving orgasms. We believe it is one of, if not the major life force. Even one of the fundamental forces of nature. We still are only beginning to understand all that it can mean.”
“So, here at the Foundation, above anything else, we are dedicated to developing ways to apply and harness the incredible power of electoerotic energy.”
“Harness it? How? To do what?”
“Let me show you something.” She reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a file folder.
“This is privileged information, not to be shared outside this room. Do you understand?”
“Absolutely. I can keep a secret.”
“Yes, I am confident of that, or you wouldn’t be down here in the first place.”
She slid the folder over to me. “Do you recognize this individual?”
I opened to a photo of a beautiful woman, with a mop of bob-cut blonde hair. She dressed in a gold-colored, see-through bodysuit, with white gloves and boots. She was showing off, holding up a car over her head—a Buick LeSabre, I think.
“Of course, Golden Girl! I have a poster of her on my wall.” My cock responded, and my fingers went to help it.
“I can see you’re a fan,” said Joann, looking at the activity in my lap. “But I’m going to need that erection in a few minutes.”
“Yeah, that hand kind of has a mind of its own,” I said, easing back my eager fingers. “Sometimes, I feel like saying ‘Thank you, Thing.’”
I was looking forward to whatever she needed my hard cock for.
“So, are you saying her abilities are due to electroerotic energy?”
“Correct. The same goes for her two partners, and others like them. In one way or another, e3 turns out to be the secret behind their powers.”
“All right. But how?”
“The first thing you need to understand is in comic books, most of the ‘superheroes’ are male: Superman, Spider-man.”
“Sure.”
“That’s fantasy. In real life, such people are almost always female.”
“I guess you’re right, now that you mention it.”
“That’s just the way electroerotic energy works. Females generate a much more powerful and complex field, on the whole, than males.”
I paused. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Reality isn’t always fair. But the second thing to understand—I’m sure you’ll have noticed—these women are all naked, or close enough.”
“That did always seem strange: that they can go nude—or nearly nude—and nobody bats an eye. Not that I’m complaining!”
“Well then, what have you learned about the effects of being nude?”
“It does things to your energy, kicks it into high gear.”
“Exponentially.”
“So, why aren’t all nude women as strong as Golden Girl?”
“Oh, there’s a lot more to it, to each individual case. I’m just saying a common factor is female sex and nudity.”
“Two of my favorite subjects.”
“No kidding! Golden Girl is an interesting case, and her story is tied in with the history of the Cole Foindation.”
“History, my third favorite subject…”
“Yeah, I’ll bet. So, the Cole Foundation draws from two separate World War II programs.”
“World War II? Seriously?”
“The first was called Project Dynamo. What the Manhattan Project was to atomic energy, Project Dynamo was to sexual energy. Only a hell of a lot quieter. Plus, it was not about bombs but about human potential.”
“Sounds good.”
“The idea was to supercharge natural electroerotic energy—sexual magnetism, in order to enhance human strength, stamina, speed, endurance, for the war effort.”
“You mean like a super-soldier program.”
“That’s exactly what it was. Only, it was a failure. A hundred men and a hundred women endured all kinds of procedures, constantly tested. But before there were any real results, the war was over. Then the post-war Congress balked at funding military ‘sex experiments,’ and so, all the research was dropped.”
“Okay. Seems like an exercise in missing the point. They were clearly onto something, even if they failed in their goal.”
“I know, right? Because in the process they amassed a huge body of research. A few individuals tried to keep the research going, and they called themselves Applied Sexual Magnetism. That’s where I come into the picture. I was able to begin my research, but on an absolute shoestring.”
“Unfortunately, before long, A.S.M. disbanded as well, and there went even the minimal funding… Until Felicity Cole. She acquired what was left of A.S.M. and merged it into what ultimately became the foundation.”
“And where did she…?”
“I’m coming to that. How Felicity came by her fortune is a story for another time. But she also came out of the wartime situation—not researching ‘sexual magnetism,’ but employing it every day.”
“How’s that?”
“I’m talking about something called Scarlet Ops. Have you ever heard that term?”
“I’ve heard of Black Ops, but not ‘scarlet,’ no.”
“It also refers to a type of covert operations, only not so… deadly. These are any kind of sex-based intelligence or espionage techniques.”
“And you’re saying that’s what Felicity used to do? She was a sex spy?”
“A resistant, actually—at least to begin with. You know she grew up in Belgium.”
“Right.”
“When Belgium was occupied, Felicity was eighteen. Immediately she joined the resistance. A young woman like that—it was clear to everyone what very special skills she could put to use in the service of her country.”
“Oh god, yes!”
“So, for four years, until Belgium was liberated in 1944, she was one of the most effective ‘secret weapons’ the resistance had.”
“I had no idea…”
“I won’t go into her experiences after the war, except to say that she didn’t exactly retire from the scarlet ops game. She and others like her—freelance operatives—formed a loose alliance called the “Org.”
“Short for Organization?
“You’d think so, but actually it stood for Operative Resource Group. Quite innocuous sounding, but it was anything but.”
“And does this still exist?”
“Yes and no. Under Felicity’s leadership, they merged with A.S.M., and this union formed the basis for the Cole Foundation.”
“Wow!” I said. “Now, where does Golden Girl fit into all this?”
“Right. Her powers are the result of Project Dynamo.”
“She’s a super-soldier, for sure! But you said the project was a complete failure. Besides, no way she’s old enough to have been in that program.”
“She wasn’t, no. But both of her parents were. And whatever was supposed to happen and didn’t—it definitely affected them at the DNA level. And the authorities must have known it, too, because they gave them strict orders not to procreate among themselves.”
“Which they did anyway?”
“Which they did anyway. At least two of them. They were in love, and no directive was going to stop them. They had to change their names, live under the radar, but they were together. And they had a little girl, a very remarkable girl.”
“Who could bench lift Buicks.”
“Yes, well, not at first, but with a little private development…”
“Let me guess, Felicity Cole?”
“Among others, yes.
“And of course, the nudity principle.”
“Exactly. So, there you have it. Kind of a lot of information to take in, I know. If this were a movie, they’d call that an exposition dump.”
“Hard science and harder history.”
“Anyway, it’s time to go meet Felicity.” She grabbed the mystery packet and led me out.
My amica was waiting for us in a small lab down the hallway. She looked stunning in a gold lamé tunic, unbuttoned to the waist. Below she wore…
