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Title: Helpless Sins ch.01 Summary: A mother surrenders to herself. Keywords: inc,fic,romance Charlene's eyes flickered open to the first rays of light creeping into her bedroom window through the sits of venetian blinds. Half asleep she shifted under the covers to the feel of the linen caressing her naked skin and suddenly, as if woken from a dream, a reality that should have only been a dream sank into her mind with unerring accuracy. Slowly as if to prepare herself for some horror or delight, she rolled her head to the side to see the young man still deeply asleep beside her. His adolescent clean skin gave a neat glow in the morning light and his unkempt hair was strewn along the pillow he laid his head on. "Oh God..." She whispered almost inaudibly before closing her hands over her mouth in an afterthought to not make a sound. Charlene lay trying not to move; trying not to breath for fear that any stir might awaken her son David and force what she had done into an even more terrifying reality than was already causing her such distress. As she looked him over, her heart and her mind tangled with deeper more primal senses inside her, battling internally as to what had been her greater sin only hours earlier; what she had done, or the fact that even now she couldn't help but need it to happen again. As she struggled with an internal frenzy her mind played the deeds of the last twenty four hours back in full color high definition. Saturday morning... Slipping off her pajamas and laying them out across her dresser, Charlene customarily stood in front of an antique mirror in the corner of her room and looked herself over. She turned from side to side, checking all available angles. She patted her flat stomach approvingly and smiled to herself. At the middle age of forty and one failed marriage under her belt, Charlene prided herself in keeping in shape where so many of her friends had begun to slide. Her divorce had left her with a struggling self esteem that she worked hard to gingerly mend by staying healthy. Her husband had traded her for a younger model; a blow that had made her think a lot about competing with more slender and curvy competition out there. Still in spite of her condition these days, she had discovered the dating game to be one for the young. The occasional man who had been caught by her presence had proven little more that a one night stand upon discovering that Charlene was also a mother. Few were willing to accept that extra baggage and she had all but resigned herself to being the target of a 'hit it and quit it' romp. Nevertheless, as she admired the reflection before her she still was satisfied with what she saw. Charlene was a taller woman than most of her friends, measuring in at 5'10. Being mid January, her skin had lost all of its summer glow from tanning but adorned her body tightly, and in tandem with her less than naturally bright red hair and deep sea green eyes, she had the look of the hot Irish women she had heard men discuss fondly, though being a naturally blond woman from the eastern seaboard, nothing could have been further from the truth. Her figure was toned and fit; the product of several years since she had first taken an interest in yoga and jogging at the recommendation of friends and her bottom and sculpted thighs were a tribute to how hard she had worked at both. Charlene prided herself greatly on being able to fit comfortably in jeans that didn't bear any labels that said relaxed fit. As years had gone by she had become less and less satisfied with her breasts. They had lost some of their youthful firmness and bounce, but nothing that wasn't fixable with the right bra and excellent posture and where their contour had begun to slack, their size had always caused men to believe that they were less important than her face. It didn't bother her much and her wardrobe was abundant in low cut tank tops to give notice to her cleavage. Abandoning her ritual morning vanity at last, Charlene rounded her bed towards her closet to fetch suitable running attire, winding her long hair into a pony tail as she rifled through her shirts. After sliding her shorts up her legs she was about to make her way from her room when a shiny reflection caught her eye. Out of her window and down the lawn, her son David's car shined brightly in the morning sunlight. Charlene cocked her head, eyeing the car with curiosity. At 18, her son was a social young man and very active to say the least. It was uncommon, even in winter for her to awaken on a Saturday to anything but an empty house, even as early as it was. Be that as it was, the 2003 Trans Am gleamed pearlescent silver in the sunlight. Thinking little more of it, Charlene sat on the edge of her bed, slipped her running shoes on and made her way into the hallway towards the bathroom for morning necessities before she hit the road. Passing her son's room she took stock of the fact that the door was open but David was not to be seen. It wasn't until she approached the bathroom door at the end of the hall nearest the stairs that Charlene paused to the subtlest of foreign sounds. The faintest hint of the electric hum given off by the downstairs television hissed in the air. Charlene paused again; this was uncommon. David wasn't much of a TV fan. In fact he rarely spent any time in front of it. He was more the outdoorsy sort and was always much happier to get out of the house with friends first thing than waste his time on a couch. Charlene had always attributed this quality to her son's many successes. Unlike many of the boys his age who would have been happy to spend an entire day with a videogame if left to their own devices, David got out, did well in school and had a booming social life. Everyone in the neighborhood commented on him and praised Charlene for her successes as a single parent. Venturing into the more bizarre, while she was certain the television was on, she couldn't hear anything coming out of it. Deciding that nothing could really be as strange about the situation as she was building up in her head, Charlene tended to her morning needs in the bathroom and started to make her way down the stairs. "Oh shit..." Came a soft but forceful whisper as Charlene looked up from her feet and into the back of the living room only to nearly fall right down the remaining stairs as she stopped dead in her tracks. The large flat screen at the other end of the room was indeed on and the screen was graced by a young man relentlessly taking an older woman from behind with all the intensity he could muster while a younger girl more the man's age lay beneath the other two, happily lapping at the man's testicles with her out stretched tongue. Though despite the fact that the porno no doubt had audio of the women screaming in pleasure, the television itself was muted silent. The only other motion in the room drew Charlene's eyes from the screen to the sofa where her son David sat, clearly oblivious to her presence as his hand flashed rapidly up and down the shaft of the largest cock Charlene could ever remember gazing upon. Other than a pair of open jeans, David sat staring at the screen unclothed. His chest and forehead were damp with perspiration. His dark hair was still the tangled mess it had been when he had rolled out of bed that morning and gave him a bit of a wild, bad boy look. His slender lips were apart, quietly breathing hard but Charlene barely was able to take notice of these characteristics. Clutched in David's hand was a cock that Charlene felt instantly certain any woman could have been able to stack two hands, top to bottom along the stalk, and still have more sticking out the top. Moreover, her son was a man with larger hands than most and even as one tugged along the monstrosity erected from his jeans, even he was barely capable of closing his fingers completely around the thickness. 'That's defiantly not his father's genes at work.' Charlene mused to herself. His manhood was rigid and shiny; gorged with blood to its threshold and the dark pink head spilled pre-cum down across David's fingers to such extend that it nearly looked like he had already orgasmed and simply hadn't stopped jerking off yet. Charlene remained on the sixth step from the bottom taking in the sight. Whether it was because she was herself rather sexually deprived of late or because of the magnitude to her son's best kept secret, she was unable to take her eyes from him. She watched in awe as time seemed to slow in that moment. She stared intently each time her son's hand crested over his cock before flashing back down the shaft again, each time squeezing it so that more of its salty sweetness dribbled over. Charlene's vision tunneled until everything but her son's cock went into a hazy blur. Unconsciously, she felt her tongue lick across her lips as the mouth watering sight seized her with all the seeming of some beast that had caught her throat. The more she stared, the more she appraised her son and she wondered a moment if she had taken hold of his cock what its slippery rigidity would feel like in her hands. Not more than a moment later Charlene shook her head violently as just a flash of what he would taste like; his pre-cum oozing out across her tongue... 'What the fuck are you thinking?!' She scolded herself. In spite of her better reasoning however her eyes locked right back on David's hand as it passed up and down his glistening manhood. Before Charlene could decide whether to creep back upstairs or announce herself with some false maternal authority, David's face tightened and his teeth clamped together. Just when Charlene thought she had regained any semblance of proper parenthood she watched in awe as her son's semen erupted, thick and white from the head of his cock in four harsh streams that splattered against his hand and across his stomach. 'Oh... my God!' Charlene admired the spectacle with the commanded attention that would have been better appropriate to watching any other man ejaculate than her own son. 'So much...' As David continued to jack his cock through his clearly well developed orgasm, his hand milked more and more semen from the tip. Charlene shut her eyes trying to block the image, but her mouth had once again begun to water. All her life, Charlene was the sort of rare woman that most men were pleasantly delighted to encounter. From an early age she had been sexually aware and it wasn't long before she discovered one of her favorite proclivities was oral sex. Specifically, she had always been aroused by the sight of a man's climax but even more to the point, she was almost incapable of ignoring her lust for the flavor of a man's semen. She had tried for years, among friends, to reason her addiction to it. Something about trying to describe what she yearned for in terms of taste and texture had always fallen short however. It was, very flatly, something she loved. Now however, she found herself trying to be small and silent, shutting the beautiful image before her out of her eyes in hopes that when she opened them everything about her surroundings would be normal again. "Fuck!" David's voice sounded in her ears, shattering all delusions that there was any way out of her current predicament. "Mom?!" He called her way with a heavily embarrassed tone. Charlene opened her eyes a crack to see him tucking his still swollen cock back into his jeans. "Sorry!" She replied as she turned her head away all together. "I didn't know you were in here..." She tried to lie as she peeked back again through half closed eyes to see David rising off the couch and clicking the TV off. "I didn't really see anything. I'll go back upstairs and you can just..." "No I'm... I'm leaving anyhow." David replied as he tossed a shirt over his head as quickly as he could. Charlene watched as the wet spill on his flat muscular stomach seeped through the fabric as it rested against his body. "David you don't have to... I mean it's not like you were doing anything wrong." Charlene pleaded trying to be composed and mature about the situation. "No I'm meeting a friend and... I'll just be back later ok?" David shot back with a red flush overwhelming his skin as he dashed from the room with hardly a backward glance. Charlene sank to a seat on the stairs as the sound of the front door opening and closing left the house quite silent. Staring at the couch where her son had just been, it was as though a ghost of David had been left behind. She watched the imaginary young man, still cranking his fist down over his cock; gasping in manly pleasure as streams of his pearly essence spilled across his chest. Without realizing it, Charlene had begun to breathe just a little faster as a familiar tingle somewhere deep inside her began to prepare her neglected womanhood with a thrilling rush of warmth and moisture. "Oh my fucking God!" She screamed as she sprang to her feet just as her hand had smoothed down over the crotch of her shorts. "What the fuck?!" She shouted again into the empty house as she flailed the same hand in the air before her as though trying to shake off something awful or terrifying. Stepping down the stairs and into the living room, Charlene became faintly aware of the faint scent of her son's perspiration. Hastily she rushed to the window, flinging the pane upward to ventilate the house of her son's pheromones. Then as though aware through an out of body observation at the mania she clearly had to be displaying, the urge to break down in laughter caught in her throat. She stopped, closing her eyes, trying to center her thoughts as she patted the sweat from her palms against the fabric of her shorts. "Alright, get a hold of yourself." She exhaled, shutting her eyes in an effort to bring her spinning world to an immediate halt. "This is simple. It's been a few months and the first cock you see is going to make you horny no matter who it belongs to." She reasoned aloud. 'Never mind the fact that that cock was absolutely beautiful, and something about watching your own son masturbate was the most erotic experience of your life.' Came the inside reasoning of the devil on Charlene's shoulder. The simple truth of that struck her blatantly. She couldn't deny it; it was true. It was more than just hormones coursing through her neglected body. The more she replayed the spectacle she had witnessed, the more the truth sank in; it was the sexiest thing she had ever witnessed because it was David. This startling discovery derailed Charlene's calm to the point where the heat between her slender thighs was becoming frightening. All of the sudden it hit her; an outside voice of reason was all she needed in this moment of uncharacteristic weakness. Her best friend Samantha had always been her sounding board in moments of need. Charlene dashed into the living room and dug her hand into her purse, rummaging around until she found her cell phone. Frantically she passed her finger over the screen until Samantha's name came into view. The line opened, bringing the sound of a ringer into Charlene's ear for several moments before going to voice mail. "You've reached..." Her friend's automated sounding voice chimed through the phone. Charlene muttered under her breath as she drew the phone away from her ear to try to call again. "Come on Sam, pick up!" Charlene whispered to herself as she re-highlighted her best friends name on her iphone and hit send again. The ringtone sounded for several seconds more before the line clicked in. "Hey babe! I almost didn't hear my phone; I was running the vacuum." Samantha chimed merrily. "I think I'm going insane! I don't know what's going through my mind right now. I'm a mess!" Charlene rambled, skipping the opening pleasantries as she paced her living room rapidly back and forth. "I need a reality check." "Sweetie, slow down." Samantha reassured in a clam voice. "You're talking like a train with no brakes. Just breathe..." She instructed while breathing deeply herself in the mouthpiece of her cell phone. "Now tell me what's wrong." "Where do I begin?" Charlene replied with no less a frazzled tone of voice and then she proceeded to lay out her morning and the subsequent results; how her son's form had sent her into such a state that she was certain she was losing control of herself. Samantha listened dutifully with all the silent diligence of a true friend, allowing Charlene to rant and rave and spill what had undoubtedly become the grandest skeleton in her closet. "Alright." Samantha exhaled after Charlene had bared her soul. "Have you taken care of yourself yet?" She asked finally after a thoughtful pause. "I'm sorry?" Charlene exclaimed. "Char, try to stay with me here. It wasn't a complicated question. Have you masturbated?" She clarified so plainly she may as well have been asking what Charlene had done to get a troublesome stain out of her favorite sweater. "You're not suggesting... not while thinking about, David?!" Charlene protested, clearly taken aback by Samantha's suggestion. "Why not?" Samantha replied with a slight glint of a chuckle in her voice. "Are you planning to hold it in all day? Clearly you need to address this. Besides, I don't think there's anything wrong with it." "He's my son!" Samantha nearly shouted into her phone as she flopped down into her sofa, nearly exhausted by the thoughts running through her mind. "So what? He's a young attractive boy and clearly he's a blessed boy at that. I mean... well, that is to say you aren't the first mother that this has happened to, believe me hon." Samantha trailed off. "You mean... you?" Charlene began. "Sure." Samantha exclaimed. "You mean you and Ben..." Charlene tried to begin but the words stuck in her throat, not wanting to actually ask her lifelong friend if she and her son Benjamin had ever crossed such a line. Ben was about David's age and one of her son's best friends much as Samantha and Charlene had always been. "No." Samantha replied in what seemed like an almost depressed tone of voice. "I'm sorry to say that I've never been brave enough to ever try. But it's crossed my mind of course. Actually, it's been one of my favorite fantasies for years. I think it's just one of those repressed things in everyone's mind, you know? Something psychological and all that; who knows. Personally I've never bought into the modern concept that incest is such a horrible thing so long as all parties are consensual." Charlene could barely believe her ears. Samantha had been her closest friend since college. She had gone through most of her life believing that there was nothing about her she didn't know. Samantha, to the public eye was a very proper woman. She was well mannered, annoyingly polite, actively involved in the Church that she and Charlene attended, a devoted mother and wife; certainly nothing about her would ever have suggested such perversions might linger in her mind. Charlene had always considered herself the wilder one between the two of them. Sexually, Samantha had always come across as reserved and private. To hear her condone incest, let alone say the word masturbation was new territory in their friendship. "Listen..." Samantha continued. "I'm not telling you to jump David or anything. But you wanted my 'reality check' and this is it. Take care of yourself before this desire of yours becomes too big to control, and if the day ever comes when you decide to take it a step further, all I can say as your friend is, you'd be my hero and I want details!" She giggled. "My God, Sam!" Charlene piped into her phone. "You wanted my advice." Samantha replied simply. "I wanted you to talk sense into me, not toss me deeper into the pool and hold me under!" Charlene attempted to reason. "Besides, even if I were to take your advice... its wrong! It's immoral, it's sinful; everything about the idea itself is so fucked up I don't think I could even get off!" "Oh I doubt that." Samantha cooed playfully. "Trust me, it's the taboo that makes it hot. If it wasn't then you wouldn't be as wet as I'm sure you have been since you saw David." Charlene was dumb struck into silence. A million remarks entered her mind to retaliate but the moistening reality between her thighs confounded her into silent acceptance of Samantha's logic. The air on the phone stayed silent for a few seconds before her friend broke in again. "Look, are you alone?" Sam began. "Yes..." Charlene whispered. "Good. Then I want you to shut your eyes and imagine David above you..." Samantha continued. "Stop it Sam!" Charlene groaned. "His strong arms on either side of you..." Samantha continued, ignoring her friend's demand. "His eyes piercing into yours as he shifts your thighs apart with his legs until you look down your body and see his magnificent young cock pointing at your cunt." "I'm going to hang up. Stop being dirty." Charlene threatened in vain. Despite what her morals were screaming at her, the walls of right and wrong were crumbling down. "Look at it Char..." Samantha continued with a moan. "So hard... my God just imagine that thick purple head spilling pre-cum and it's pointed right at your dripping sex." "God his cock does drip so much of it... GOD! I can't do this! He's my son Sam!" Charlene cried out as the hot well in her eyes threatened to overflow in tears. "Let yourself go Char..." Sam whispered. "Touch yourself and let me help you." "I can't!" She sobbed as the tears broke free and dripped hotly down her cheeks, yet in spite of herself, Charlene had begun to slide her jeans down her hips and over her legs until they crumpled at her feet on the floor below her couch. "He leans down and brushes his lips against yours. He knows you want him and he loves you. You can see it in his eyes. Look at his hand, Char. He's taken hold of his thick 18 year old cock and he's guiding it forward. Oh baby, you can feel it; the heat of his head pressing your lips apart softly." Samantha teased in little higher than a seductive whisper. "Oh god..." Charlene gasped as her hand sank involuntarily into her panties to her swollen clit. The sensation of the simple touch drove her back to arch as though she had never been touched before. With little hesitation she began to slowly pass the length of her fingertips across her sex. "You kiss him back. You show him your need and passion for him in the tenderness of your lips and he knows, Charlene... he knows its ok. He presses in. Oh baby do you feel him? Can you feel his big fat young cock sliding into you?" "Yes..." Charlene whispered back as her fingers moved down over her clit and forced her opening apart. "Oh yes, Sam I feel David inside me. Oh God help me..." She trailed off as her fingers probed in and out of her vagina. "Sam... oh God tell me how horrible this is. Tell me I'm going to Hell..." She groaned as she felt her juices flow harder along her fingers. As though not in control of her own actions anymore, Charlene proceeded to fuck herself vigorously with all the skill her hand could manipulate. "He sinks into you, over and over. Your eyes widening with the depth the head of his cock can penetrate you. Oh sweetie, he's so deep every time he thrusts into you that he pounds your cervix. You can feel his balls slapping against you every time he takes you. You're his now..." Samantha gasped, bringing Charlene back into reality only just enough to suspect that Samantha's idle hands were up to no good as well. Something about her best friend touching herself too as she led Charlene on this journey only made the experience that much hotter. Her clit burned with overwhelming sensitivity on levels no lover had ever brought her to before. She was lost and she no longer cared. Over the phone, Samantha's breathing had become rapid and raspy. "Oh baby that's it..." Sam egged. "Let him take you. Let your son have you. Give in to him. Look down your body and watch his cock vanish inside the womb he came from..." "Oh fuck you..." Charlene groaned at her friend. The simplicity of that notion hadn't yet occurred to her; to imagine David fucking where she had birthed him from only 18 years ago, bringing her body and their relationship full circle. Her loins began to tremble and she stabbed her fingers in and out faster. "Oh you bitch, I'm going to cum..." Charlene panted as she dug her fingers in and hooked them behind her pelvic bone to stimulate the spot that would make her release the hardest. Her thighs trembled as Samantha moaned approvingly in her ear and told her to keep going. All at once the waves of torrid rapture reverberated from Charlene's core. Her climax clamped her muscles hard against her finger as she felt her womanly ejaculation seep past them and down into a very tangible puddle between her legs that saturated her sofa's upholstery. "Jesus... fuck... oh God forgive me..." Charlene panted as she coaxed as much stimulation as her cramped fingers could muster into her explosive orgasm. On the other end of the phone, Samantha's own labored breaths softly subsided and a silence fell between the friends a moment as each composed themselves in a heavy afterglow. "Well!" Sam finally stated flatly. "I need to clean up before my son gets home so I need to leave you to it Char. Do you have a better handle on yourself now?" She asked. "What did you just make me do?" Charlene whispered. As she slowly pulled her fingers from her aching labia and stared down at the floor before her like a child who was being scolded. "I made you face a truth that would have driven you mad otherwise. If you need this again baby; if you just need to talk about it, well... you know I'm here, and now at least, you know I understand." Samantha reassured her friend. "You might; I'm not sure I do though. I feel filthy." Charlene whispered. "Give it time. I'll talk to you later babe." Samantha replied and with a soft click, Charlene's cell phone chimed that the call had ended. She stared down at the screen until the backlight faded and then looked at her wall clock, taking note that David wouldn't likely be home himself any time soon and wondered how it was even going to be possible to control herself now, if she could even look him in the eyes. She stared back down at the smart phones reflective black face. The woman that stared back wasn't the same one who had greeted her in the mirror that morning. Everything was different now. The remainder of the day fell behind Charlene in a blur. Mechanically, she had labored about the house, vacuuming, doing laundry; even dusting which she usually avoided until she knew her house was going to be graced with company. Anything she could fathom to accomplish was something to keep her mind distant from the ache of longing between her legs, which since her surrender to Samantha's whims had not gone away. She avoided David's room in her chores and had even passed by the mantle while she dusted and cleaned to avoid making eye contact with so much as a photograph of her teenage son. As the sun started to go down behind the rows of houses in her neighborhood, Charlene glanced at the clock on the stove as she drew out a pot roast that she was certain after that morning she would be eating alone. She and David were not prone to argument but on the rare occasion it did happen, he had a habit of making himself scarce until he figured she had gone to sleep. He would then return safely home and quietly retire to his room and upon the dawning of the next day, regard his mother as though nothing had happened. Such was the way their family operated, in a cloud of passive aggressiveness. Having endured years with David's father, who was more the sort to need to fight out any problem he encountered, Charlene was usually grateful that David hadn't inherited the same short fuse and endurance of temper. No doubt when she got up the next morning, David would act as though nothing had happened and by then if she didn't have a better handle on her inappropriate lust, then God help her. Charlene picked at her plate more than she ate before scratching the remains of dinner into the waste basket in the kitchen and depositing the remains into plastic ware containers in the fridge for David to eat if and when he chose to. Diving into the plush living room easy chair, she thumbed absent mindedly through TV channels, realizing there wasn't anything on worth watching but repeating the scan several times until exhaustion took over her and she got up to make her way up the stairs towards her bedroom. As she neared the top step her iphone chimed in her back pocket. Hastily she clamored for the phone hoping for some word from David. Instead she saw a text message waiting for her from Samantha which she begrudgingly tapped open. The text read across the small screen in Charlene's palm. She thumbed a reply in the negative and sent it off but kept the phone in hand expecting more to follow. True to her forecast, the phone chimed yet again as Charlene had just kicked off her shoes in her bedroom and was peeling her jeans down over her hips. Sam had posted. Charlene sighed with frustration. It was late and she honestly didn't feel like trying to have an entire conversation via messaging. Instead she highlighted Samantha's message and hit her call icon. "Hey there." Samantha purred with mockish seduction. "Hi Sam." Charlene replied as she placed the phone on speaker and peeled of her top. "Oh that's not a happy tone." Samantha remarked. "I guess things are still, complicated?" She asked with a giggle. "Honestly, I don't know. He hasn't come home and probably won't while I'm still awake and even if he did I have no idea what I'd say to him." Charlene replied flatly with a certain defeat in her voice. "Who says you'd have to say anything?" Samantha asked. "He's had all day to deal and forget about it; nothing says it was anything but a colossal embarrassment to him. You're probably in the clear." "The clear?!" Charlene lashed out. "What is clear about what's been going through my mind all day? What's clear about the fact that panties I just took off are pretty much ruined? What's clear about our last conversation; do you remember? Where you phone sexed me into fingering myself while thinking about David? That ring a bell?" Charlene ranted. "Yeah I did." Samantha retaliated. "You needed it. Hell it sounds like you need it again. This isn't about David; it's about you and your struggle with all this. Most mothers who catch their son's jacking off would just scold them for doing it somewhere like the living room instead of their own room. You on the other hand, my conflicted best friend, started foaming at the fucking mouth so please... don't get angry with me. I at least get it and didn't judge you." Charlene fell silent. There was no response to that. "Look, I didn't mean to snap..." Sam began. "No. No hon you had every right." Charlene sighed. "It's just been, a very off day for me and I need to go to bed. Tomorrow can wait for... for tomorrow I guess." "You'll be alright Char." Samantha comforted. "Call me tomorrow if you want to talk more... just talk... I promise." She added with a devilish hint of humor in her voice. Charlene smiled, said goodnight and ended the call. Tossing the phone aside, she hooked her thumbs under the string of her thong and began to peel it down before she stared with disbelief at the stringy mess that went with them from her crotch. Slowly and uncertainly, Charlene placed her fingers between her legs and rolled her eyes back as they passed over her clit and easily between the swollen wet folds of her lips. With her legs still draped over the edge of her bed like she had failed to completely get into it, Charlene began to rub her clit furiously. Her fingers flashed in circles around it, coaxing it up and down and harshly from side to side. She passed its swollen warmth between her fingers, softly squeezing it between them. Her free hand grasped at her breasts, crushing them. The more she intensified her labors the hotter her skin began to feel. The memory of her son's cock, a scepter set upon a beautiful young man, shoved its way through the mental roadblocks of Charlene's repression and she imagined him staring at her while he flayed his shaft while she in turn stared back as she masturbated so vigorously in his honor. Releasing her breasts from a torrent of tugged nipples and slapped skin, Charlene fumbled over her head into her nightstand until her fingers curled around the sex toy she kept hidden there. The dildo was large, nothing like David would feel but it would do. Its silvery blue colored texture plunged into Charlene's cunt as she spanked her clit as hard as she could. The toy didn't vibrate; Charlene had never owned a vibrator, but it remained her favorite lonely alternative to the real thing. With a practiced hand she pumped it into her depths until she contracted down hard and wailed into her silent house in a harsh and sudden climax. Like a woman possessed she pulled the toy into her harder and harder, fighting to continue fucking herself before the orgasm could even subside. Kicking her legs back up onto the bed with her, she pulled one back into her arm to allow her masturbations more depth. The dildo moved so freely inside her, Charlene had to slow her efforts, but only enough to avoid losing hold of it inside her all together. Her juices flowed around the shaft of the substitute as she clamped her eyes shut and allowed herself to imagine David cumming. Her hands smeared the pearls of sweat gathering on her heaving chest as she envisioned her son's milky hot gift streaming onto her breasts. Harsher and harsher she hammered the toy into herself. Her orgasms were coming to her faster and easier than she had ever experienced. Lost in the indescribable pleasure, the world around Charlene had faded into blurry shapes and half heard white noise. Such was her concentration on her self-gratification and the lewd wet sounds the toy inside her made each time she drove it into herself that she had been totally unaware of the rumbling throaty moan of David's car exhaust, nor had she taken the slightest notice of the front door of her house creaking open and colliding shut with the door frame. "I guess this makes us even." Came a startling voice that forced Charlene to rock her head back forward. Standing in the door of her bedroom was David, staring at his mother intently with a glazed look in his eyes as she lay before him, spread across the tangled mess of linen, her body moist and flush and the silvery toy still held firmly in her grasp as she stared back up at him motionless and uncertain. "I suppose so." Was the only reply Charlene could muster. For a moment they just exchanged unblinking stares at each other that seemed to penetrate into something beyond each other's physical form. "I guess... I should leave you alone." David remarked as he slowly averted his eyes with all the seeming of a man who didn't want to and began to turn from the door. A sudden burst of courage overcame Charlene, so bold that she was scarcely certain if her words had actually escaped her lips. "Is that what you want?" She asked, her voice cracking with fear. She had begun to cross a threshold. The next few seconds were going to decide much about her relationship with her son. The mix of excitement and terror spun around in her mind like a rollercoaster. Everything was happening faster than she had ever expected. "What I want? What is this mom?" David turned back, trying to look his mother in the eye but even still his eyes wandered up and down the naked woman lying before him. "I mean first this morning, which I'm willing to chalk up to an accident if that's what you tell me it was." David began. "Now this, which based on all the little details; you not closing or locking your door, how you are being so frank right now..." He added then paused long and hard searching for his next thoughts. "This seems more intentional." He finally stated. What was dawning on Charlene through his words however was the maturity and composure her son was displaying. "This morning was an accident." She replied, trying to appear as sincere as possible. Her eyes looked at him with a longing for belief. "But, I liked it." She added, feeling her courage begin to slip away as the truth was finally out in the open. The fixed gaze she had previously held on her son's eyes gave way till she stared down at her bed between her still spread thighs. 'Shit, I've fucked this up!' She thought as she felt David still staring at her. The look was even more penetrative now. 'Any second now, he's going to turn around and leave.' She thought. Even her inner monolog sounded terrified in her head. But the feeling of the stare down upon her continued, until it was so fixed and unbearable that Charlene raised her head again to face the young man before her. David's face was now mildly similar to her own. He looked conflicted. "David, please say something to me." Charlene whispered, feeling familiar tears about to spill down her cheeks. "You... liked it." He repeated at last. The statement was far more of an affirmation than a question. Again there was a moment's silence. Charlene simply looked back at her handsome son as the first tear left her eye as she nodded to him quietly and began to close her legs. She was achingly certain that nothing good was going to come from the rest of this conversation. "I need to know something. It's kind of been on my mind a lot today." He said as Charlene whipped her hand across her cheek in an effort to normalize her shame. "How long were you there?" He asked. "A little while." Charlene choked as she attempted to laugh and make light of her answer. He didn't smile or laugh but rather continued to appraise her expression cautiously. "I came down the stairs and I saw the porno first. At first I was kind of irritated but I hadn't even looked at you yet." She explained as she sat up and wrapped her arms around her bent knees. "And... then I saw you and..." The sentence fell short as she stared off somewhere vastly beyond anything in the room. The imagery came flooding back through her mind of the sight of David's hand manipulating his long cock into climax. She was certain her face had turned scarlet. "And?" David answered, clearly unsatisfied with the abrupt halt in her explanation. "It was incredible." His mother whispered almost so low that her meek reply was inaudible. For what seemed like the millionth time that evening a heavy thick silence separated mother and son. Charlene's agony was cresting on the verge of insanity. On one hand she couldn't imagine how she had ever gone from the normality of a day before to present. On the other, she was desperate for some validation from David. 'Just say anything! Call me terrible mother; call me a whore!' Her mind screamed. "I'm your son, Mom." David finally answered. "I know!" Charlene erupted back, tears spilling down her face so uncontrollably she didn't think they could ever stop. "Sweetheart I'm so sorry!" She pleaded. She wanted to tell him anything to make it right, to convey to him that it would never happen again. She needed him to know that this wasn't her, and that whatever therapy or prayer it would take to make her normal again she would promise him that effort, but the words caught as her sobs intensified. It wasn't until she felt the heavy presence of someone else's weight shifting her mattress that she opened her wet eyes enough to take in her son again, sitting on the edge of the bed near enough to touch him. "I needed to hear myself say that before I said this." David continued as he reached out and placed his hands on his mother's legs as she continued to hold them tightly against her body. His touch was like an electric charge against her already tingling naked flesh. "If seeing me this morning, was half as incredible for you as coming home to you like this was for me..." His voice trailed off. "Mom that was the hottest thing I have ever seen." He said, bringing Charlene spiraling out of sorrow and into a state she couldn't identify. "If you had been any other woman when I first walked in here..." David began with a more playful look on his face but despite the crooked up grin that was forming on his face, her son's eyes displayed a deeper sincerity, that nullified the need for him to elaborate, and Charlene didn't ask. In truth, she was a little discouraged by the comment, wondering how many other women there had been for her son. They had a close relationship, but David was normally guarded about his personal life, and not wishing to be intrusive, so long as he never came home with a pregnant girlfriend, Charlene had stayed away from the topic of his sex life. On that night, she wanted to be the only woman in his mind, if this was indeed going to be happening. She reached out, cupping the side of David's face, brushing her fingertips along his 5 o'clock shadow before winding her fingers around to the back of his tangled hair. "Promise me something?" She whispered. "What?" He asked with the same childish grin until reading her own face he adopted one more serious. "You stop me if this doesn't feel right." She begged. Her heart was beating in her chest like it had decades ago for her first kiss as she leaned forward towards her son with her eyes closed. His mouth impacted with a firm tenderness against hers. His lips trembled along her mouth, nearly closed, as though gauging her reaction. It was the kiss of a son to his mother that tap-danced on the edge of becoming more with approval, but there was little more sensuality about it. Using her own mouth, Charlene cautiously parted his open and slipped her tongue forward. At that moment everything changed. Her tongue was met by his and the firmness of his lips softened and consumed hers. Breathing heavily in through her nose, Charlene tilted to the side as David took more of the lead. His hands roamed up her legs, parting them open. She could feel the warm air of the room kiss the heavy moisture between her shaking thighs as she scooted closer to her son and let him take her in his arms. Their lips were now those of new lovers, daring to take things further. Impassioned moans began to pass from mouth to mouth as tongues danced slowly in between. David's fingers stroked through his mother's hair and down the back of her neck. Charlene shuddered in pleasure at her son's forbidden touch. At once, David took her by the throat and gently tilted her head over, breaking her lips form his much to her audible protest until she felt the heat of his kiss around her earlobe, then down along her neck as he positioned himself tighter between her thighs and lowered her back onto her soft bed. Charlene sank back against her pillow, letting herself feel her son's moist mouth washing across the delicate skin along her neck and collar. Her naked flesh absorbed the heat of his body against hers as he ground the bulge in her jeans against her naked vulva, making her senses rejoice the way they might have had she wrapped herself in a blanket after being outside in the winter's harsh night. "Oh baby...my baby boy."She groaned as each nibble, each kiss and gentle suckle of his mouth against her skin tantalizing her body with a jolt that pulsed into her womb. "Take your pants off David." She gasped as he bit into her neck firmly. Her back arched in response as she raked her fingernails into the back of his neck through his hair. "Oh God David take them off!" She moaned. "I'm been wondering what you taste like all day!" She added as he washed the sting in her neck away with wet purposeful kisses. "Don't make me wait any longer. I need you in my mouth!" With all the adorable speed of an adolescent boy, David wiggled out of his pants and kicked them from the bed as Charlene tugged his sweater up over his pale muscular chest before helping him roll off of her body and onto his back. He stared in adoration at Charlene as she collapsed on top of him, crushing her lips down against his. He gripped her tightly in his arms, holding her against him until she broke from his mouth and began to slide rapidly down his body. Keeping her eyes locked onto his, she let her tongue trail hot wet fire down his chest to his rippled abs, closing her eyes and groaning as she felt his massive erection slide at last between her heavy warm breasts. She rocked there a while, feeling him sliding in between them as she kissed his navel and breathed in the musky scent of his spilling pre-cum. "That feels so incredible!" David gasped as Charlene pressed her breasts together in her hands around his shaft and fucked him. The scent of him became heavier as the lubrication oozing from the head of his cock eased the passage of the beast throbbing against Charlene's pounding heart. She wondered if he had any idea that she had become so wet that when she finally leaned back onto all fours she felt her juices seep down her inner thighs. She stared a moment in desperate lingering at her son's cock before wrapping her slender fingers around the shaft and angling it upwards towards her face. Playfully, she pumped it in her fist a few times, delighting that it was still dribbling everywhere before she couldn't prolong her need anymore and dropped her open hot mouth down over the head. She held him there, keeping her eyes closed and savoring him the way a chocolate lover took in every nuance of a fine piece of European fudge. She rolled her tongue in circles around the small plump cock fist, scooping away the manly nectar that coated it. 'Too perfect...' She marveled before she dropped lower, opening her jaw until he could slide deeper in. The salty throbbing skin sank into her throat until she had difficulty and she held him there, deep and warm in her face, like he belonged there. "I can't believe this is happening..." David groaned. Charlene at last abandoned the perfect still contentment and began to bob her head, sucking sweetly on the way up her son's length and parting her lips just enough on the way back down to brush his skin and allow her throat to spill hot saliva out along the perfect cock in her mouth. Her hand held the base of her son's manhood tightly as she reached in with the other, cradling David's heavy balls in her delicate fingers. She rolled them back and forth, letting the sweet spit from her lips coat her fingers and move along his most delicate flesh. If David lived to be a hundred, Charlene never wanted him to remember a woman's oral worship better than this time. "God you're even bigger up close!" Charlene gasped as she let his cock slip through her lips with a wet pop. "Baby I can't believe how big your cock is!" She groaned barely able to finish the compliment before she engulfed as much of her son's manhood as she could with her eager mouth. The taste of her son's essence teased her mouth and drugged her as she bobbed her head up and down. Fingers wrapped into her hair, stroking the back of her head as she sucked her son with furious intent. "You taste too fucking good!" She mumbled around his cock. "God Mom, I don't know how much longer I can last. Shit that feels too good..." He groaned sharply. Charlene tightened her fingers around his base, staving off any climax. There would be time for that, but she wasn't ready yet. Instead she slowly and seductively withdrew him from her lips with a wet plop and lay back upon her bed. David watched in awe as his mother parted her legs widely before him. Her smooth bare sex was dark pink and flushed. Her labia were swollen and puffy and wide open around her deep channel which was seeping her oils generously. With an almost intimidated expression on her face, Charlene hooked a finger of beckoning at her son, asking him to mount her without a word. He crawled upon her until he sat back on his knelt legs and leaned down over Charlene; the same look of slight intimidation and blatant nervousness in his eyes that his mother's displayed. The two stared at each other in what felt like an endless pause, each silently asking permission to continue; each conveying affirmation. Charlene reached between their heated bodies until she felt the hot wet throbbing skin of her son's cock. Wrapping her fingers around it delicately, she pulled it towards her smooth mound until the tip of the head pressed against her labia. "Take me David." She whispered softly. Between her fingers, she felt his cock slide forward as it pushed into her wet depths. Charlene's eyes tightened closed and a squeaky wince of discomfort escaped her throat. Even as prepared as she would have guessed she'd have been from her earlier endeavors, David was far larger than any toy she owned. The obvious pain was not lost on her attentive son. "Are you alright?" He whispered very sincerely. His mother nodded slowly beneath him until her eyes resumed their normal shape. "Go slow honey. I've never been with anyone... your size." She explained. David said nothing, but slowly began to press inside his mother deeper, not challenging any resistance her body offered, but waiting for her tight depths to relax around him. When he had entered her only half way he withdrew to the tip before sinking back in. It was easier this time. Charlene's expression quickly faded from mild fear to its previous enthrallment. Slowly but surely she felt him pass more fluidly and certainly deeper inside her each time. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the slow and deliberate sensations inside her. With each penetrating thrust, the pleasure mounted, causing her juices to pour from her like a broken dam. "Oh my God... Oh my God!" Charlene whimpered as her inner walls expanded to accommodate the delicious intrusion. "So much..." She gasped as David pressed into her deeper. Her hands shot out, grasping her son's firm ass and pulling him into her. He was gentle, but Charlene had never fathomed taking on a man so large. When she finally felt the head of his enormous cock touch bottom inside her it forced her eyes open to meet his. David stared down at her, watching and moving according to her reactions. Something about this attention on his part made her heart swell with love for her son; her lover. "David, tell me this is happening. Tell me baby! Please tell me you're cock is buried inside me lover!" She pleaded; wanting more than anything to make these first moments last forever. "Say it!" She gasped as David pulled all but the fat head of his cock out and slowly sank it all back into his wanton mother. "Do you feel that?" David panted as he began to thrust faster. "Do you?" He teased until his mother nodded through labored breaths. "Oh Mom..." He groaned in pleasure as Charlene tightened her muscles around him. "Feel my cock? Sliding in an out of your pussy?" He grunted as he thrust his hips forward with a purpose. "Look down your gorgeous body." He instructed. Charlene fluttered her eyes open and stared down her belly over her love trimmed mound. "Look at your own son's cock sinking in and out of you. Look at us making love Mom." David panted. Charlene stared in wonder at the torrid vision of her own flesh and blood pounding into her sex. Each time he withdrew, her sticky juices dripped back down towards her opening. It was the most beautiful sight Charlene had ever seen. David wrapped her legs up around his legs, pressing them back until Charlene's knees mashed against her swaying breasts. The new and sudden depth dropped her jaw open into a soundless scream. "David! David!" She gasped once she found her voice again. "Yes! Fuck me! Oh David, fuck me just like that! So much cock... Oh David you have got such an amazing cock! Fuck me now sweetheart! Fuck your mother's insatiable cunt!" Charlene screamed. Never before could Charlene remember speaking to a man like that during love making. She was usually uncharacteristically timid in bed, at least vocally. Men had often accused her of that much. Now however, engaged in the most primal wrong doing a mother and son could commit, such things seemed ridiculous. It was easy to let go. "That's it love! Make me yours!" She cried out as David gave each thrust his weight, driving his cock into his mother with surprising strength. "I can't believe how good this feels." David gasped as he sank as completely into his mother as he could thrust and then held himself still inside her. Charlene's eyes glazed as she stared up at her son, while playfully wiggling her hips, trying to encourage more movement. David pushed his weight into her harder, driving ever so slightly forward. Charlene bit her lip seductively, savoring the feeling of having her depths so blissfully full. Never before could she recall such a sublime contentment. Rolling forward and propping herself up on her elbows, she brushed her mouth against David's in soft kisses as she spoke. "This has tortured me all day baby." She whispered between playful darts of David's tongue in her mouth. "I thought you would hate me." She added before David's mouth closed completely over hers and his hips began to pound his magnificent cock in and out again. This feel of his lips conveyed his answer without words. It was cautious yet open. It was acceptance. In that moment of feeling her son take her so passionately, she knew he understood. She knew it would be ok. "Take me..." Charlene panted as he fucked her harder. "David, take me however you want me! You know I need you... Fuck me all night long!" She begged before covering her mouth to muffle her shrill screams as her son slammed his cock into her so hard that she watched beads of sweat drip from his brow to her breasts. His hands took hold of hers, tearing them away from her mouth and pinning her arms at the wrists above her head along the bed. "I want to hear you..." David groaned as he picked up the pace. His cock slammed into his mother so hard that each thrust made a harsh slap of moist flesh as their bodies connected. "Let me hear you Mom!" Charlene's lips erupted in a steam of wails and lustful screams and half intelligible speech. She loved the feeling of control he was exerting over her; eighteen years of authority abolished as she became his lover. She had no power, no will. She was no longer his mother; she was simply his. His to pleasure and his to take from. Without lead up or warning, she felt her womb tremble in heavy spasms. The orgasm sent her passionate rambling into a steady scream as she bucked her hips beneath him to meet his thrusts. Each time he slammed into her it seemed to make the orgasm breed inside her depths. She felt feverish; helpless beneath him as he forced her to climax again despite the exhaustion of doing so. Leaning down, David closed his mouth over her breast, suckling her nipple into her his clenched teeth. Charlene helplessly was taken back to the days she had nursed him and now wished more than anything that she could lactate. Instead she arched her back for her son, letting him greedily suckle his mother's breasts as he invaded the womb that bore him into the world. The ironic completing of coming full circle was divine. "Oh god...." David moaned sharply. The heavy swell inside Charlene forecasted what was inevitably coming. "Mom I'm close..." He winced as he fucked her harder and harder. "I can't hold back; you feel too good!" He added, his face tightening as he tried with all his might to last longer for her. Without thinking clearly, Charlene dug her fingers into her son's ass and pulling him into her tightly. "Oh David yes...let it go. Cum for me lover! Fill your terrible mother up with your cum!" She pleaded. It was a horrible risk. Having been involuntarily celibate for quite a while, Charlene had felt no recent need for birth control. Her night stand contained condoms, but she had never considered using one with David. Not that it wouldn't have been a good precaution, but in the evening's intensity, it had been all too foolishly overlooked. Still, even with all that in mind, she couldn't fathom experiencing her son's first orgasm with her anywhere else than inside her pussy. "Let me feel it! Cum inside me David! God help me I need it!" She screamed as she felt her own climax building. Not sure if her son would last much longer, she wrestled a hand free from her son's grasp and drove it between their bodies. Like someone deranged, she harshly began to put her clit as David's face tightened. Charlene closed her eyes and waited. Even the sound of his exasperated moans of pleasure faded away in a perfect moment, as Charlene felt her inner walls expand and shudder as David's cock twitched over and over, emptying his orgasm into the core of her sex. Harder and harder she stimulated herself as she felt his thrusts begin to wane, until finally her legs trembled with her own release. "Oh my perfect son..." She groaned deeply as she rode the waves of climax. "Oh my baby I felt that so.... So deep... oh my God!" She shuddered as David slowly withdrew himself from her slippery gash. Charlene watched as David's glistening cock came fully back into view, coated with his semen and her wet slick oils. Eagerly, she rolled over, pulling it to her lips and plunging him into her mouth, sucking him gently. David groaned in relaxed satisfaction as his mother devoted herself to his pleasure. Scooping her hair up into his hands like a makeshift ponytail, he watched as she disappeared his shaft into her face, her eyes closed and peaceful. "We taste so good." She whispered before taking him back in to savor what remained of the taste of their forbidden sex. All of the sudden she felt his hands on her, pulling her in an awkward fashion until she realized he wanted her over him. Charlene pivoted; keeping her mouth locked on her prize as she draped a leg over either side of her son's face and lowered herself to his mouth. His tongue dug into her almost immediately, surprising her into nearly biting the tender flesh in her mouth. She relaxed completely, lying upon her son's body as she gingerly suckled and he softly excavated her dripping womb with his mouth. Their bodies were wet and hot, sliding along each other as they devoured the other. David's hands caressed up and down her back, finally resting upon and gently spreading her cheeks to permit his mouth better advantage. His lips closed over her clit, driving her to wildly swallow his engorged member as frantically as possible. Self-consciously, Charlene held her muscles tight, trying not to let the precious gift of her son's semen leak out into his mouth, but the more he cleverly teased her button with his mouth, the harder she spasmed until she felt herself drain in spite of her best efforts. Whether David didn't mind, or didn't care, he continued pleasuring her as though nothing could be more natural. The careless delight of his intensity only made him hotter to his mother. They taunted and teased each other's needs with devilish tongues and sinful lips until the bedroom windows were caked in a thick layer of steam against the cold night air outside. The bed covers were attached to the mattress by little more than a corner. The rest had been kicked to the floor. Charlene felt more alive than she had in years, like a teenager in the back seat of a car for the first time. Her fiery red hair was a disaster and her eyes betrayed the glaze of a woman truly spent and happy. She had cried out her son's name caring not who might have heard her, regardless of the fact that they were in no immediate risk of discovery. Sensibility had been abandoned and given way to the taboo. At last she lay spent and contented, curled on her side against the young man she had raised like some twisted but perfect dream. Wrapped in David's arms which still glistened with perspiration, her heart still beat as fast as it had when he first touched her that night, and she drifted off to sleep as the digital alarm clock on her night stand flashed 4:32am, with the feel of David's lips softly against her neck and the warmth of his breath in her ear. Sunday Morning... Finally, with a mixture of helplessness and longing, Charlene leaned in to press her pouty lips against her son's, to await his return kiss, to bid him good morning not only as a mother, but as a lover and to decide with him what would happen next to be continued.... For pics visit ---->> https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

Title: Tom's Noisy Girlfriend Ch. 01 Summary: Tom noisy girlfriend drives cousins together. Keywords: inc,fic "It's a good thing your parents' room is down the hall," I said to my cousin Janet as I tried to cover my ears with a pillow. We were both blushing, not sure where to look or what to say. "If they get much louder, my parents may hear anyway!" she replied in exasperation. We both laughed uncomfortably. Her brother Tom and his girlfriend Tina were in the next hotel room. They were doing what came natural for two eighteen year olds who recently discovered the pleasures of sex. In some families that might not have been a big deal, but in ours it would definitely have repercussions if my aunt and uncle found out. The only reason why Tom was allowed to bring his girlfriend on the vacation at all was because his sister Janet agreed to come along. I think they invited me just for some extra insurance. I'm sure that they still thought their children were virgins. I knew better in Tom's case and was pretty sure about Janet as well. My aunt made it very clear once the vacation was booked that the sleeping arrangements would be boys in one room and girls in the other. Of course, Tom made previous arrangements with us well before the vacation plans were finalized. Janet was twenty-one and entering her last year of college in the fall. I was twenty-two and starting my first post graduation job in two weeks. I was looking forward to this vacation for some rest and relaxation before facing the 'real' world. "They can't keep this up for long," I groaned and thought to myself, 'so much for my restful vacation.' "We can only hope," Janet sighed. I wondered if she regretted agreeing to Tom's request as much as I did. Tom planned everything out carefully, including convincing his mother that it would be best if we had adjoining rooms. Janet and I went along when Tom asked us to cover for him and Tina, but in retrospect, it might not have been a particularly smart arrangement. Okay, that's not entirely fair. It probably wouldn't have been a problem if my uncle weren't so cheap. He booked our rooms in one of the older and most inexpensive hotels in order to save money. It was clean and relatively well kept, however whoever built it didn't worry about things like sound proofing the walls. The fact that Tina, a quiet and seemingly shy girl according to my aunt, didn't seem to be able to shut up during sex only made it worse. Janet and I might even have been able to block that out, but the other aspect of her father's cheapness was that each room only had one queen size bed. He refused to spend the extra ten dollars a night per room for twin beds. I guess it was understandable in a way, but it certainly didn't help Janet and I sleep. It was bad enough to be in the same bed with a cousin of the opposite sex at our age, but to have to listen to the sounds of sex in the next room was just too much. We lay on opposite sides of the bed facing away from each other. It didn't help. "We might as well get up and do something. They sound like they're going to be a while," I finally suggested. "Oh, hell!" Janet cursed as she turned on the light. "You're probably right, but we're going to be exhausted tomorrow." We heard Tina cry out loudly once again. "You know, this hotel's walls are way too thin," Janet growled as we both climbed out of bed. The fact that she reiterated my earlier thoughts was not comforting at all. Janet was blushing and I'm sure I looked equally embarrassed. My cousin was dressed in a very long tee shirt and I presumed a pair of shorts, but I couldn't really tell since the shirt went to her knees. I watched as she got out of bed. Her rather full breasts with noticeably large nipples caught my eye. I did my best to ignore them since she was my cousin, however I'm sure I failed miserably. Luckily, Janet was either too embarrassed to notice my wondering eyes or she graciously overlooked them. "How about going for a swim? We can probably sneak into the pool," I suggested. "Why not. If I stay here much longer my face is going to stay this color red forever," she agreed. I laughed and she grinned nervously. Ten minutes later we were both relaxing in the water. It was nice to be alone and the water was surprisingly warm. Most of the lights were off, but we could still see each other. Janet was medium height and well built. Her one-piece bathing suit showed off her assets admirably and her dark brown eyes sparkled as we spoke. Her hair was mid length and brown. She was well tanned. "How much longer do you think we should wait?" she asked. "I don't know. I would guess a while yet." "It's going to be a long week," Janet sighed. I shrugged in resigned agreement. "I'm glad you came along. It would be much worse if I were by myself with those two," she added. I laughed. We spent the next hour talking. We were neighbors growing up and were close in our youth, but that changed as the years passed. My parents moved my family to the next town over just after I graduated elementary school. Janet and I went to different high schools and our colleges were in two different states. The conversation turned out to be far more enjoyable than I think either one of us expected. We were both very tired and this seemed to lower our inhibitions. I talked to Janet more openly than I'd ever spoken to anyone else. She did the same with me. We told the stories of our first loves and how they ended. I'm not sure if we would have stopped talking that night if a young couple entering the pool area didn't interrupt us. They were obviously surprised to see us considering the pool was supposed to be closed. I saw that the guy looked disappointed as well. Janet and I looked at each other. I rolled my eyes while she sighed. The couple was just turning around to leave when I spoke. "Hey, wait up! We were just leaving." "You don't have to do that," the girl said. "It's all right. My cousin and I need our rest. We only came here to wait for my brother and his girlfriend to fall asleep. We're in adjoining rooms," Janet explained. "Yeah, I know what you mean. This place could use some sound proof walls," the guy grumbled. Janet and I burst out laughing while the girl turned a light shade of pink. "Have fun," I said as Janet and I turned to leave. "Hey, do you guys like red wine? We're leaving tomorrow and I don't want to pack it anyway," the guy asked suddenly. He was holding up two bottles he took from a bag he carried. I noticed that there were at least another two other bottles in the bag. It was still nice of him to offer. "Sure. How much?" I replied. "Don't worry about it. Just take them with you as you go," he said pointedly. The girl hit his arm. I laughed. "No problem, and thanks." Tom and Tina were thankfully asleep when we got back to the room. I put the wine away and we changed back into our sleepwear. We climbed into bed and I noticed Janet looking at me. I raised one of my eyebrows, wondering what was bothering her. She saw and sighed loudly. "I hope you don't mind," she said, and then before I could ask for clarification, she undid her bra underneath her shirt and pulled it out from her sleeve. "I can't sleep with it on." I didn't see anything, but my imagination threatened to draw me pictures. I clamped down on it hard. "Goodnight, Janet," I said as I turned off my light. I lay stiffly in the bed. It seemed silly that I felt as uncomfortable as I did considering the conversation we just had by the pool, but I couldn't help it "Goodnight," she replied. We lay as far from each other as possible. It was still a while before either one of us fell asleep. *** I woke up and the first thing I noticed was that Janet and I were spooning. It got worse as I became aware of my surroundings. I was caressing one of my cousin's breasts in my hand. Thankfully, it was through her shirt and not under it. My semi-hard dick was pressed against her firm ass as well. I froze, unsure of what to do. I didn't want to wake her, but Janet was my cousin and we couldn't stay in this position. It was just wrong! I felt her nipple getting hard in my hand. I also noticed her aroma. She smelled tantalizing. I knew the right thing to do was to roll away from her and forget this ever happened, but I just couldn't get myself to do it. I heard Janet's breath catch a few minutes later. She was obviously now awake as well. She tensed and I held my breath, waiting for the explosion. I frantically tried to come up with an excuse better than saying I was asleep, but I couldn't and I doubted Janet would buy it. I was surprised when she remained still instead of screaming or even moving for that matter. My cock was rock hard now. She had to feel it against her ass. Her nipple was a pebble in my hand. We both pretending to sleep, but it was silly because I was certain we both knew better. We lay like that for a few minutes. I was indecisive on what to do next. Janet was my cousin and the thoughts I was having about her were wrong on so many levels, but right then it didn't seem to matter. Maybe it was an overabundance of testosterone that was making it hard for me to focus, but whatever the reason, all I could think about was the fact that I was caressing a beautiful woman. Janet seemed to be breathing a little heaver. Whatever might have happened next, if anything at all, was interrupted a moment later by a knock on the adjoining door between my cousin Tom's room and ours. I rolled away from Janet and got up without making eye contact. I threw my robe on to cover my obvious excitement and opened the door. Tina stood there. Her hair was messed and she was a dark shade of red. She said good morning, but refused to look me in the eye. I couldn't blame her after the racket she made the night before. "Tom's in the shower. I thought I should come back to this room before his parents come looking for us," she said. "Yeah, no problem," I mumbled as I let her past. An hour later all four of us met my aunt and uncle for breakfast. They had a full day of sightseeing planned. I didn't enjoy it very much. I was just too tired. Janet looked equally exhausted. Tom and Tina of course seemed well rested. We had a late dinner and went back to our rooms when we were done. My aunt and uncle wished us all a good night and warned us about the early morning they had planned. I groaned silently. Tom and Tina made a beeline for their bedroom as soon as his parents left. Janet and I stopped them cold. "Oh no you don't!" Janet snapped. "You two kept us up half the night." Tina blushed, but Tom frowned. "Hey, you two said you would cover for us..." he began, but I interrupted him. "And we will, but we need sleep. Why don't you two go somewhere for an hour or so? Give us a chance to pass out first." "Yeah, the pool's open," Janet added. After some griping by Tom, Tina dragged him off. Janet and I quickly got ready for bed. We lay next to each other in blessed silence, yet we both tossed and turned instead of falling asleep. Finally, in frustration I turned on the light and said, "This is silly." "What's silly?" Janet asked nervously. "Janet, we're cousins. We should be able to control our hormones and sleep in the same bed." "Yeah, but..." she began, obviously unable to finish. "I know, I know. This morning was close to the line," I sighed. "What do you mean?" "Oh come on, Janet! You and I both know we were awake this morning." Janet looked ready to argue, but she sighed loudly instead. "We did go a little too far, didn't we?" "Hey, it all started as an accident," I said a little defensively. After all, I was the one spooning her this morning. "It was no big deal anyway. I woke up and found my hand on your breast. I should have moved, but between the fullness of your breast, the feel of your nipple and the fact that you smelled so enticing..." "I smelled enticing?" Janet interrupted, obviously surprised by my admission. "Yes! I got so turned on that I didn't want to move," I cried, not letting my embarrassment hold the truth back. I thought Janet might get mad, but instead she sighed again. "Boy you must have been, because when I woke up it was impossible to ignore what you were doing." "You mean my hand?" Janet shook her head. "That was nice too, but I was talking about what was prodding my backside." "Now I'm embarrassed," I said, blushing. I barely heard Janet whisper under her breath, "You shouldn't be." I fought back a smile. "So we admit this morning was a mistake and that we should be able to sleep in the same bed without it being a big deal?" I asked. Janet nodded. "Goodnight." "Sleep well," I replied. I barely closed my eyes when we heard Tom and Tina enter their room. I groaned. "Oh, No! That was barely fifteen minutes!" Janet moaned. Tina remained reasonably quite for a while, but soon she was as loud as ever. "We have got to get that girl a gag tomorrow," Janet said. I laughed despite my anger. "Do you think your parents would notice if we asked the hotel to reassign rooms?" "Maybe we should just switch rooms with them," she suggested. This time we both laughed. "Let's go break them up," I said once we were done laughing. "Oh hell, let them be. They're bound to finish sooner or later." I shut the light and we both tried to fall asleep again. Tom and Tina were going at it for a while. My cock grew hard as we silently listened. Janet tossed and turned. Once when she moved, the blankets opened and I got a whiff of her. My mouth watered as I berated myself silently. "How about some wine?" I suggested, unable to remain still. "Okay," Janet said as she turned on the light. I stood up and got the wine and two glasses. It was surprising good. We tried to act as if we couldn't hear Tom and Tina, but one or the other of us would make a comment that would start us both laughing when Tina became too loud. "Maybe its Tom and not Tina," I suggested at one point. Janet almost spewed her wine. We laughed. Eventually they finished what they were doing and fell silent. "Finally! That's it! Let's turn off the lights and get some sleep," Janet said. Still giggling, we got back into bed. I soon regretted the wine. Although Tom and Tina were done, I was still horny and now I was slightly buzzed. I got up and went to the bathroom. It was cold and I'd left my robe in the bedroom, so I relieved myself quickly. I thought about taking care of my horniness after I was done, but decided against it. The bathroom's fan was silent and I was afraid Janet would be able to hear me. Besides, the damn room was just too cold! I threw some cold water on my face, but not only didn't it help my horniness, it made me even colder. I opened the door quickly with thoughts of rushing back to bed and getting warm. However when I looked toward the bed my feet seemed to stop of their own violation and I winced. Janet was lying there with her hand between her legs. She was covered with the sheet, but it did little to hide what she was doing. I made ready to ignore it, but Janet didn't give me a chance. "Damn it, I'm only human!" she cried in embarrassment. "Don't let me stop you. I'm having my own problems," I joked, trying to relax her. She didn't laugh. My cousin didn't realize I was just kidding. Either that, or she just didn't care. Her hand started moving under the covers again. I was stunned, but I forced myself to ignore her and get into bed. The bedroom itself wasn't particularly cold, but I just couldn't get warm quick enough. I crawled under the sheets and was nearly floored. Janet didn't let me see anything, but once again I was overwhelmed by the tantalizing aroma of her excitement. My dick quickly sprang to full length. I was unable to hide the tent it formed in the sheets. I lay there wrestling with thoughts of what to do. My cousin lay next to me, obviously working on releasing her pent up emotions. I wanted to do the same, but I just couldn't. I looked at Janet and realized she was watching me. Her eyes sparkled and I could see a need there. "Maybe we can help each other," she said as she licked her lips. "What are you suggesting?" I asked. I didn't know if the wine or just plain horniness that was getting to her, but whatever it was, I was seeing a side of Janet I didn't know existed. "Look, we both need sleep and neither one of us is going to get any until we release some of this sexual tension." "Agreed." "So why don't we?" she asked. I sighed. "Janet, I don't think I can take care of myself with you laying next to me. It just feels too funny." "I understand," she said, meeting me eyes again. "That's not what I was suggesting." "What then?" I asked, not sure what she was thinking. "Well, I thought we take care of each other instead of taking care of ourselves." My mouth literally fell open. I didn't know what I expected her to say, but this wasn't it. "You're kidding!" I snapped. Janet sighed at my reaction and quickly tried to explain. "I'm not saying we should do anything crazy." She moved her hand under the covers as she spoke and gently caressed by cock. My shorts were between her hand and my dick, but I still couldn't stop myself from I moaning. "This is not crazy?" I gasped once I was able to speak again. "Hey, at this point if I don't orgasm, I'm going to be up all night. I'm not suggesting we do anything other than lend each other a helping hand." "But we're cousins!" "Yes, and as cousins we should be able to help each other out without it being a traumatic experience. We aren't going to fuck or anything! We're only going to help the other get some needed release. Come on, we both need a good night of sleep!" I'm not certain whether it was her words or the fact that she slipped her hands inside my shorts that convinced me, but in either case I turned on my side and moved closer. Janet did the same to me. It took a few moments to rid ourselves of our clothes. I slipped my fingers between her legs when we finally settled down. She was hot and wet already. We lay facing each other as we tried to bring each other off. Janet's face lay only inches away from mine. I always knew Janet was beautiful, but I felt a burst of lust I'd never felt for another woman as I watched her panting. "Oh, Yes!" she cried between clenched teeth. It was a little louder then I thought wise. "Janet, you're going to have to keep quite! I don't think you want your brother to hear us," I whispered vehemently. "You're right, but...mmm...I'm not certain...oh... I can control myself," she replied. Her mouth hung open invitingly. "Here, let me help," I said and then, unable to resist, I used my free hand to gently pull her into a kiss. I thought perhaps I'd gone to far, but I needn't have worried. Janet kissed me right back and her tongue thrust between my lips. I was stunned briefly, but instead of thinking about it, I decide to just enjoy the moment. Our tongues danced. Our mouths formed an airtight bond, driving us both a little mad. I wanted Janet so badly it hurt! I felt Janet move closer. I wasn't sure my cousin realized what she was doing. She had maneuvered my cock only inches away from her pussy. So close in fact, that it rubbed against my hand. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her toward me. My cock head bumped against her clit. "We are definitely not going to fuck!" she said looking me in the eyes, but she released my cock. Now there was nothing between us. "Of course not! What kind of sick pervert fucks his own cousin?" I said, just before shoving the length of my cock up her soaked pussy. "Yes!" she cried out. I smothered her mouth with my own before rolling her onto her back. All thoughts of right and wrong disappeared at that moment. Janet was my cousin, but as she wrapped her legs around me and used her hands to pull my hips toward her, it couldn't have matter less. Janet moaned into my mouth. She could not lie still as I fucked her. I used my body to hold her in place while my cousin used her legs to pull me as deep as possible with each thrust. I wanted desperately to hold off my eminent orgasm so that I could enjoy the moment longer, but I knew it was impossible. The only reason I held off this long was because I wanted my cousin to get the release she so desperately needed as well. Thankfully, Janet's entire body convulsed in orgasm a few moments later. Our cries of release were muffled by our mouths as I pulled out and joined her. My cum sprayed over her stomach and chest. We lay next to each other gasping for air once we both were done. "That was a one time mistake," Janet said once we both calmed down. "Yes, it was. We shouldn't do that again," I agreed. She was resting her head on my chest, gently rubbing my softening dick. I was using one of my hands to caress her right thigh. Neither of us was trying to excite each other again. We were just too tired. At least that's what I thought until Janet rolled on top of me and started slowly rubbing the head of my cock back and forth on her pussy. "Janet!" I cried in surprise, but she place two fingers on my mouth to silence me. "Tomorrow we act like this never happened, but tonight I need to feel this monster of yours in me one more time," she said. I nodded, but wasn't sure I could perform again. I needn't have worried. Janet was one very hot woman. A man would have to be dead not to react to her doing what she was to me. She slipped my cock into her pussy once it was hard. I played with her tits as she slowly bounced up and down. My cousin and I were both sweating badly. Obviously, the air condition only worked in the bathroom. I didn't mind. Janet was any man's wet dream as she sat there, sweat covered and bouncing. Her hair was damp and beads of sweat dripped from her face and nipples. I wanted badly to kiss her and taste her excitement, but I didn't want to stop her from what she was doing either. I would remember the sight for the rest of my life. Janet finally made the decision for me when she leaned forward and kissed me. I could taste the salt as I drove my cock up into my cousin. Her sweat covered chest mashed against mine as we slipped and slide our way toward orgasm. "Are you on the pill?" I gasped out when I was able to pull my lips from hers. "Yes!" "Thank God!" I cried as I thrust up into her and came. I started shaking as I slammed into her, depositing more of my cum with each stroke. Janet used her arms to hold herself up. Her breasts were hanging only inches from my mouth. I bit one salt covered nipple gently and Janet started spasming and didn't stop for some time. We rolled onto our sides still embracing and fell asleep without another word. *** Janet and I spent the next day acting as if nothing happened. That didn't stop me from waffling between guilt for sleeping with my cousin and utter bliss at what we shared. It was a long day and I was happy when it was over. That night we convinced Tina and Tom to go to the pool for at least a couple of hours. They weren't happy, but finally agreed. We had to threaten Tom by telling him that if he came back early, we'd insist on going back to his mother's plan for the room arrangements. We thought it only fair that he and Tina be the ones without sleep for once. We quickly fell into an uncomfortable silence when Tom and Tina left for the pool. It was beginning to feel almost painful when Janet decided to take a shower. I thought to try and fall asleep quickly while she was out of the room, but instead I found myself standing in the bathroom watching my cousin shower. I couldn't remember how I got there. The last thing I recalled was putting on the television. Janet didn't notice me at first. I told myself to turn around and leave, but instead I found myself stripping off my clothes and opened the shower door. My cousin seemed a little surprised, but not really shocked. "I thought last night was a one time thing?" she asked. "It was." "No, I'm serious," she said, but she licked her lips and kept glanced at my cock. I stepped into the shower, shut the door, took the soap from her hands, and started washing her shoulders. "Janet, last night should have never happened, but it did. I can't pretend it didn't and I can't pretend that I don't want it to again," I said as my hands drifted down to her back and hips. She leaned against the wall and I reached around her and caressed her breasts with my soap-covered hands. Janet bit her lip. "But we're cousins!" she said, however she didn't stop me from touching her. "Yes, we are, and I'll always love you that way. But, you're also a beautiful woman. I don't expect this to go on forever, but I can't see me keeping my hands off of you for the rest of this week," I said honestly. Her nipples stood at full attention as I concentrated on them. Janet gasped. "But, its so wrong!" she said unconvincingly. "Probably, but you're the one who started this," I said with a grin. "Besides, do you want to stop?" "No!" she cried. I spun her around and we started kissing. Her hands found my cock and started stroking it. I handed her the soap. She grinned and used it on my dick. She continued to fondle me for the next ten minutes while I focused on her nipples. We were kissing for most of that time. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer so I broke the kiss and stepped back. "Janet, if you keep that up much longer, I'm going to cum," I gasped. She didn't say a word. My cousin simply dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. She concentrated on the head for a while before slowly swallowing my entire length. I exploded when her chin hit my nuts. She licked and sucked until there was no more cum available. Instead of moving away afterward, she began to focus on my balls. I realized how wild my cousin was when I felt her tongue briefly tickle my ass. My cock jumped and started to get hard again. Janet let it slip from her mouth when I was once again ready. She stood, turned around and leaned against one of the walls. My cousin arched her back and thrust her ass toward me. I happily got behind her and thrust my cock into her pussy. I reached around and twisted her nipples gently at first. Janet moaned so I did it a little harder. She moaned a little louder. This went onto until she came. I had to hold her up. We heard Tom and Tina enter the next room while we were drying each other. We were not surprised to hear them going at it almost at once. Janet and I laughed as we finished drying and got ready for bed. My cousin rested her head on my shoulder when we finally lay down. For the first time we were both comfortable in bed. All the tension was gone. "I told you at the pool that my ex-boyfriend Gary was the only one before you," Janet said softly. I nodded. "I didn't realize what it could be like." "What do you mean?" I asked. Janet looked embarrassed, but she answered. "Well, skipping the obvious fact that you're better looking and the not so obvious fact that you're a lot bigger where it counts, it's just so much better with you." I shrugged. "I've only slept with two or three others myself, but you are far more beautiful, not to mention hotter, then any of them." "You think that's it?" she asked. I could have left it at that, but I knew it wasn't the entire truth. "Well, it's certainly a large part of it," I answered with a smile. Janet returned it. "What is the rest of it?" "There is also the fact that since we know and love each other, we're not shy about enjoying ourselves." "And..." she prompted. I sighed and laughed. Janet knew me too well. "Janet, we are cousins and we can't stop fucking each other. This is far more perverted then anything else either one of us has ever done." "Yes, that's it," she agreed. "It's giving me a sense of freedom to let my imagination and fantasies run wild. I've always wanted to take a shower with a man, but I never had the guts to ask Gary. I was afraid of what he might think or say." This time I was the one who realized not everything was being said. "Janet, whatever it is, just ask. I'll let you know if I really don't like it." "Gary didn't believe in giving oral sex," she blurted out, obviously embarrassed. "It that all," I laughed gently and then moved under the covers. Janet giggled at first, but stopped suddenly when my tongue found her pussy. Her legs fell open. "Thank you!" she gasped. "No, thank you," I replied. "I've wanted to do this since the first time I smelled your excitement." "Oh, yeah!" she cried. I took my time, not wanting to rush her first experience with receiving oral sex. I used all of the tricks one of my previous girlfriends taught me. Janet held my head against her pussy as she neared her orgasm. I latched onto her clit and she started cumming at once. It was quite some time before she stopped. Janet had to bury her face in a pillow to muffle her screams. I rolled her onto her stomach and pushed my cock into her once again when she was done. She was soaked and I slipped in easily, but she lay still as she recovered. I was thinking about stopping because I was unsure she was enjoying herself, but my cousin took that moment to lift herself to her hands and knees. She turned toward me and bit her lower lip as I thrust into her. "Harder!" she demanded. I held her hips and slammed into her. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer as I watched her tits sway and ass shiver with each thrust. I moved one of my hands to her asshole and gently messaged it. "Oh, that's so naughty!" she cried, and then gasped out, "Don't stop! I'm going to cum again!" "Me too!" I replied as I shoved a finger deep into her ass and my cock deeper into her pussy. I came inside my cousin's pussy while it contracted in orgasm. "I can't wait until tomorrow night," Janet said with a grin, once we were able to speak again. "You're insatiable! I don't think I can survive a whole week. You're going to kill me!" I teased. "Yes, but what a way to die!" Janet teased back. I pulled her into a kiss. She felt my cock stir after a few minutes. "Don't you dare! You're crazy!" she snapped and then laughed. "Once more?" I asked. Janet shook her head and stopped laughing. "Now who is insatiable?" "I can't help it," I smiled. "Everything about you turns me on." "We can't," she replied, but then reading my expression she added, "It's not that I don't want to, but I'm sore after two days of taking that monster. I don't want to ruin tomorrow." "Okay," I said, but then my eyes drifted down to her ass and I got an idea. I hesitated bringing it up a moment longer because the last girl I asked about it nearly tore my head off. It was the last time we slept together. "Um, Janet," I said tentatively. "Yes?" "You seemed to enjoy my playing with your ass before," I hinted. "Absolutely not!" she snapped as she looked down as my dick. I sighed, but before I could apologize for suggesting it, she continued. "I did enjoy what you did, but there is no way that monster is going to fit into my ass!" "So, it's not that you think it's dirty and gross. You're just worried about getting hurt," I said in realization. "Well, I do think it's dirty, but that's a bit of a turn on to me," she admitted with a grin. "Well then, let's try something. You can stop me at anytime," I said and placed her on her back. Janet tensed up, but did not stop me. "Hey! I thought you were going to give that a rest?" she said as my tongue found her clit. "I am, but I want to put you in the right mood first." Janet just sighed and then groaned. I could feel her relaxing. I let my tongue drift down to her ass once she was really enjoying herself. "Naughty! Naughty!" she gasped with a grin. She fought back a groan when I pushed my tongue in deep. "That's so dirty!" she cried, but instead of stopping me she held her legs up and open. It gave me far better access to her ass. I slipped one finger in to loosen her up. She tensed at first, but relaxed when I used my other hand to caress her clit. My mouth bounced between the two. "Put another one in!" she demanded. I grinned and did just that. Janet obviously liked the feeling no matter how frightened she felt. "Dot it now!" she cried. I moved until the head of my cock was at the entrance to her ass. I pushed it in and Janet gasped. "Slowly!" she gasped. I continued to message her clit and push a little more in every time she seemed ready. "I feel so full!" she gasped. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her tongue thrust into my mouth wildly. "Now the rest!" she demanded. "Are you sure?" I asked. There were still a couple of inches not in her ass. "Yes!" I tried to move slowly, but Janet released her legs long enough to pulled me hard into her. I covered her mouth with my own as she cried out and remained motionless until she was ready. "It feels like someone shoved a pole up my ass!" she cried, and then panting added, "Start moving." I did. "How is that?" I asked. "Faster," she panted and I did just that. She repeated her demand every few minutes. Soon I was holder her legs up and fucking her ass with everything I had. Janet was one constant groan as she used her hands to hold the pillow against her mouth. Her eyes continued to watch me. "Play with yourself!" I demanded, wanting her to orgasm. Janet's eyes flashed as one hand moved from the pillow to her pussy. In moments, she was strumming her clit like mad. She never broke eye contact with me. Janet's eyes bulged as she started to orgasm. I slammed in one last time and sprayed my cum deep inside her ass. She used both hands on the pillow once more as she screamed. I pulled it away and used my mouth instead. It took quite a while for us to calm down. We could still hear Tom and Tina going at it, but this time we were easily able to ignore them. We both jumped into the shower to rinse off. We kissed a little before Janet kicked me out. "Not again," she said seriously, but she was smiling to take the sting off her words. I nodded. I doubted even she could get me up again tonight anyway. I was actually a little sore myself. "Oh great!" she snapped as she exited the bathroom and walked toward the bed. "What's wrong?" "I'm going to be walking funny all day tomorrow," she replied with a grimace. "And your mother has a busy schedule planned," I teased. "I will get you for that!" she growled. I think she was half serious. "You regret doing it?" I asked. She frowned, but shook her head. "No," she said with a sigh. "It was wild, but it's not something I'd do all the time. Especially not with my crazy mother around planning long walks." "Maybe you could tell her you feel sick tomorrow," I offered. "Not my mother. If there is no temperature, you're not sick." "You are twenty-one. You could just tell her you want a day of rest." "And hurt her feelings? Never. My mother has been planning this vacation all year." Janet joined me in the bed as we spoke. The room was so warm that we were able to lie on top of the sheet. This was a good thing considering the shape of the sheet underneath. "What about you? You could tell my mother you want a break," she suggested. "I like the company too much," I said. This earned me another kiss, but it was quick. "Besides, what would be the fun without you?" Janet smiled and lay her head on my shoulder. I watched as my cousin fell asleep. She looked so innocent. Instead of falling asleep, I found myself shaking my head in amazement as I thought about the last two nights. The vacation wasn't even half over and I wondered what else Janet and I would share before it ended. I finally felt myself starting to drift off to sleep some time later. I moved until I was spooning Janet once again. My cousin sighed in her sleep and I gently kissed her hair. I was unsurprised to hear Tina cry out from the next room. Instead of being angry, I just smiled. After all, it was Tom's noisy girlfriend who brought Janet and I together. to be continued.... pics---->> http://bit.ly/2jj3ShK

Title: Held Together with Mom Summary: With his cock buried deep inside his mother’s pussy. Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex Oxford University. A place of prestige and higher education.  It was also where my mother had been teaching for the past few years. I've been to England a few times, but never to that campus, until she finally convinced me to come visit her there. It was my break from college, so I had the time.  She was eager to give me a grand tour of the university and show me all of the historical buildings. Sure, I was definitely interested. But I also wanted to see what kind of hot European women they had on campus too. Once I got there I could easily see why mom was never really interested in coming back to America. Because in America, she was just another woman with a fancy degree and excess knowledge. But on the Oxford campus, she was quite the Renaissance Woman.  She did it all. She taught courses on European and Greek history, she helped with new student orientation, she gave tours, and she did various things with art. An intellectual Wonder Woman, she was. The campus was extraordinary. It was filled with history and stunning design. It was like a museum unto itself.  Oh, and the best part of the tour, as it would later turn out, was when she took me to meet her mentor, an Italian woman named Giavanna. She was a senior lecturer and was a highly accomplished and respected member of the facility.  We had a brief introduction and she couldn't have been nicer. What made her special was her passion for history and her powerful intellect. I could see why mom was so fond of this lady. *** Things became interesting in mom's apartment later that evening. She seemed elated after checking her phone and seeing a message from Giavanna. "Interesting news," she said with the phone in her hand. "And I don't know how you'll take it." Mom approached me while I was relaxing on her couch, enjoying the beautiful view she had of the city. She sat down next to me with her eyes still on the phone. "What is it?" She put the phone down and smiled at me. "Giavanna is a highly accomplished artist, as I've told you. Everything she paints is just gold. I mean, gosh, I can't put it into words. That woman is a goddess." It was obvious that mom was at a loss for words over her admiration for Giavanna. As an art lover, mom was often left speechless over paintings and sculptures that were magnificent in her eyes. Mom continued, "Anyway, after meeting us today, she was convinced that we'd be perfect for her next masterpiece." "Hold on a minute," I interjected. "She wants me too? As in, I'd have to be part of the art." "Yes, isn't it exciting?" "Well, not really. I mean, art isn't my thing. I'd be fine if she wants to take a picture of us. She can do whatever she wants with that." Mom flashed a no-nonsense look. "Whatever Giavanna wants, Giavanna gets. The woman is a unique talent in this world. Plus I owe her so much for everything she's done for me. She recommended that Oxford give me a full time position after I had only been teaching there for two semesters." There was no quit in my mother. Whenever she had her sights on something, she'd find a way to make it happen. That's an attractive quality about her. It's also the reason why she could do whatever she wanted in life. She was fearless. "What do I have to do?" I sighed. A radiant smile beamed on mom's face. "Here, let me show you the message from Giavanna." Mom held the phone out so I could read the email: Helen, It was so nice meeting your son today. He seems to be a charming fellow. I think you two have wonderful chemistry together. I would love to capture it if possible. Would you two be interested? The two of you seem to have a natural spark. I cannot begin to explain it. When I saw you together, I realized that the two of you be perfect for my rendition of Bernini's Pluto and Proserpina. I've been interested in making a new version of that for years, but I could never find the right models for it. After meeting Stuart, I realized that I need both of you! A mother/son relationship would certainly add an interesting twist to this rendition, wouldn't you say? If interested, I'll be free in my usual lecture hall at 3 pm. It will only take an hour for me to paint your bodies and expressions onto the canvas. This version will be raw and made to my usual taste. Then you two are free to leave.  Love Gia When I finished reading the message, mom took her phone back. "It's a famous sculpture," mom explained. "If Giavanna wants us to pose for her painting version of it, then we can't refuse. It's a big honor." "Fine. But I have to warn you, I've never posed for anything before. I don't know if I can hold still for an hour. There could be a slight chance that I might ruin her work by moving too much." "Don't be a wuss," she joked. "Believe me, time passes by easier than you think. Posing is easy." "So you've done this before?" "Several times with Giavanna. We paint or sculpt each other when we have spurts of inspiration." "That's interesting," I said.  "Why? Don't you think that I have the body for that kind of art?" There was a proud look on her face as she kind of misinterpreted my question. Did she really just say that? "You've posed nude before?" I had to ask.  She shrugged off my lewd question. "Art is art. The human body is one of the highest forms of art there is." "Okay, you've definitely spent too much time around the academic elite. You're starting to sound like a snob." She sneered and I laughed.  "It's what I love," she said. "Being part of Giavanna's collection is going to be a wonderful experience. Frankly, I'm glad she wanted you for something. You'll get to experience one of my favorite hobbies." "Sitting around for an hour without moving?" I quipped.  "You'll see tomorrow. I've really learned a lot from her this past year. We've taken turns painting each other and she's given me a lot of tips." I just had to ask. "Nude?" "Of course. Is there a better way?" Suddenly, my mind rushed with lewd thoughts of them naked together. Two mature beauties, standing around bare as they took turns painting each other.  How truly European.  Mom sensed my thoughts and added, "It's actually quite liberating. You should try it sometime. Without me there, of course." "Mom," I said, shaking my head. "I'm a guy. It's different." "What's that supposed to mean? That you'll get an erection if you posed for a woman?" "Basically, yes." "There are plenty of male models," she pointed out. "None of them have issues with their penises while posing." "That's because they're professionals." "Enough talk about penises for today. There'll be plenty of that for tomorrow." "Huh?" Mom waved her hand. "Oh, relax. You won't be getting naked. But the pose that Giavanna wants to make is based on a nude art. Knowing her, she'll carefully describe all the nude parts of the original." "The Pluto something-something?" "That's the one. And it's called Pluto and Proserpina, by Bernini. You should look it up later. It's a beautiful piece of work. I've always been fascinated by how Bernini managed to make the marble look exactly like her flesh." Later that night, I took mom's advice and checked out that sculpture on the internet. We'll be posing for that? I thought. Clearly it was going to be an interesting process if we had to pose like that. Neither of us realized how life changing it would actually become. *** The next day. I walked to campus and met with my mother after she finished teaching a class. We made some small talk and she gave me a few pointers on how to be a good model. I wasn't thrilled about doing this, but it did sound like it would be a fun experience.  When the time came, we went to the long lecture hall. Giavanna chose that space because it had these massive windows which would provide natural sunlight for the art. We waited around while Giavanna meticulously prepared the posing area, her canvas, and her painting supplies. Then she quickly had us strike a few mock poses while she gazed at us intensely, figuring out the perfect position. "Okay, I know what I want," Giavanna said with her thick and luscious Italian accent. "Now become bare. Everything off." I turned to my mother so fast that I nearly had whiplash. Mom's facial expression was obviously that of shock. She was caught totally off guard by this. "Nude?" mom asked. "I assumed we'd be clothed for this, since I'm with my son this time." "Wasn't I clear in the email?" Giavanna asked. "I sincerely apologize for any confusion." For the next few minutes, I stood there awkwardly as they went back and forth, apologizing over the confusion. Mom continuously apologized for misunderstanding the email. Giavanna apologized if her email was vague. One thing I found noteworthy was that Giavanna never apologized for asking a mother & son to pose nude together. This was Europe alright. And she was as liberal as it got when it came to free expression and body parts.  A break in the awkwardness came when Giavanna's phone beeped. She checked her phone and sighed. "I have to make an important call," Giavanna said. "This will be a few minutes. In the meantime, make your decision. It must be nude. If not, then I understand, and this session will come to an end." She excused herself to talk outside the lecture hall, and mom and I were to make an important decision. Mom looked at me with a light expression and I already knew what her answer was. "Just something to consider," mom said. "Giavanna's artwork is a big seller across England and Europe. She only makes art when she's truly inspired. And now, she has a creative burst with us." I shrugged. "Lucky us." "That's not all. When her work sells, it's typical for her to make thousands of dollars in profits, which she gives entirely to charity. Got that? She doesn't make a penny from this. She lives entirely off her teaching salary. To date, she's given over $100,000 US dollars to charity." Now mom was just laying a guilt trip on me. If I refused, who knows which charity would lose out on an influx of cash. "Are you serious?" I asked rhetorically. "I mean, really? You want us to get naked and recreate that Pluto and Perspoli sculpture pose by Bertonini?" Mom gave a look of sympathy. "It's called Pluto and Proserpina by Bernini. And yes, I'm serious. We've already come this far. The last thing I want is to disappoint Giavanna, especially when she's so excited to work with us. Come to think of it, I have never seen her so excited before." "Really? Her face is made of stone." "That's how she looks when she's in her groove. She thinks hard and intensely before she crafts." I sighed, "Mom, charity is great, and I'm glad she's a generous person. But we'll, you know, see each other naked. Doesn't that bother you?" "You know my stance on nudity. I've explained it last night." "Yeah, but it's me this time!" There was a look in mom's eyes as she was silent for a moment. She was figuring out how to reposition her argument to persuade me. That's when I knew that this was inevitable; when mom wanted something, she always figured out a way to get it. "Boobs," she said flippantly. "I have a great pair of them. Whenever I've modeled nude this past year, I can tell that even the most experienced artists can't stop staring at my tits. And I have a great ass too." "Jeez..." "If we do this together, then you can stare at them all you want. It's a one time offer. Take it or leave it." What an offer it was. I countered, "What makes you think I'm interested in that?" "Mom or not, men like tits. You get a free viewing of my naked body. And believe me, I've studied enough literature to realize that men sometimes lust after their mothers. You might be one of them." "Really!? Jeez. You're really suggesting that about me?" She gave a sharp expression. "You may, or may not, have had incestuous fantasies about me, at any point in your life. Honestly I don't mind. All I'm saying is that you can get a free viewing of my tits. I don't mind if you stare. The end result is that we'll have made great art that'll last forever. And lots of money goes to charity." There was no way out. I was boxed in. "Fine," I said in defeat. "But NOT because I'm some incestuous pervert. It's for charity." "When was the last time you gave to charity?" she playfully questioned. "I do. You just don't see it." She smiled, "Whatever the reason, thank you. I'm glad you're agreeing. It'll be lots of fun, you'll see." The door opened and Giavanna returned, locking the door behind her so that no one could enter and disturb us. "Sorry about that," Giavanna said, approaching us. "Have you made your decision?" "We have," mom smiled. "We'll do it." There was a pleased look on Giavanna's face, then she explained what she wanted out of this. She had spent the night thinking of the specific aspects she wanted. She was certain this would work best as a more erotic piece, something I wished she would have told us earlier.  Finally, she told us to strip. Quickly. Time was of the essence and there was none to waste.  Mom flashed an apologetic look to me. "Being naked is totally harmless. The beginning is the hardest part. Then it's smooth sailing afterwards." That's when we did it. We had already anticipated that we'd be undressing to some extent, so we had already dressed light. As we undressed, the awkward part was what to do with our eyes. Should we look? Should we look later? When should we look? Because eventually we'd be seeing each other naked for the very first time, and it could never be unseen. The effects would be permanent. Naturally, I was the first to get down to my underwear, since I wore less clothes than my mother. With nothing else to do, I took a glance at my mother, who was barefoot and almost down to her bra and panties. Like most women her age, she was slightly thin in some areas, and plump in other spots. She had the body of a mature woman who aged gracefully. And that turned me on. When mom was fully down to bra and panties, with nothing else, she took a glance at me, noticing that I was gawking at her, then she instinctively covered up with her hands. I felt embarrassed and looked away, then she put her hands down, trying to relax. "Let's get this over with, shall we?" she asked rhetorically. "We're going to see each other naked anyway. Might as well make it swift." I tried not to look directly at her. Through the corner of my eye, I saw her reach back to unclasp her bra. She bent down and pulled her panties away. When I looked at her directly, she was facing me, standing upright, proud of her naked figure. God, what a sight. What a beautiful sight. A vision of mature beauty. Her breasts were small and slightly sagged. Those large brown nipples were rock hard, and I wondered if they were hard from exposure to air, or from exhibitionism. Her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed too. There wasn't a single tan line on her body, and I wondered if she went sunbathing regularly. She must have, because her skin looked slightly more tan than when she was back in America.  "Your turn," she said in a matter-of-fact manner. So I pulled my underwear down and exposed myself to the ladies in the room. It felt bizarre, but if my mom could do it, so could I. My biggest fear was that I'd somehow become erect. But what are the odds of that happening with my mother here? I thought. Giavanna looked indifferent as we both stood there naked. Nudity was nothing to her. She must have seen hundreds, maybe even thousands, of naked bodies throughout her life. If things weren't awkward enough, things became weirder when Giavanna approached us and pulled us closer together, as if a mother/son duo being naked together was nothing to be ashamed of.  Even more striking, she pulled us together, skin-to-skin. Yes, thanks to Giavanna's carefree attitude about nudity, I was now touching my mother's bare skin. We saw each other's naked parts in close detail. My eyes quickly took in her naked body; seeing her skin up close, seeing the shape of her breast, and looking at her hard nipples in detail. Then our eyes made contact. It was hard to tell what mom was thinking. But she looked conflicted as our bare bodies touched for this artwork. Truthfully, I didn't know what to think myself. Who would? Giavanna stepped back and made a 'hmmm...' sound as she looked at us. She was in a state of deep thought over the pose. "Something's missing," Giavanna said with a dead serious tone and sharp eyes. "We need more sexuality. Always more sexuality. I need cum. Helen, I need you to cum. Stuart, make your mother cum." "Is that really necessary?" my mother asked, completely flabbergasted. "This will be my masterpiece. I always like to see passion between both models to set the mood. Nothing we haven't done before." My mother kind of blushed at that comment. Had these two ladies orgasmed before, during, or after their art sessions together? Now wasn't the time to ask. Then mom gave me another apologetic look. "Well, mister, I'm sure a stud like you has had plenty of hot coeds in college. You know what to do." I was shocked by my mother's words, and the ease in which she said it. Looking in her eyes, she seemed open to it. "Huh? Are you sure?" She nodded. "Reach below and touch me. I'll tell you how I like to be touched. It shouldn't take long." Further talk was useless. I could tell by looking at her eyes that she wanted me to do this. Plus she was breathing heavier. It was a surefire way to tell that she was aroused. I reached below and brushed my fingers past mom's trimmed pubic hairs. I fully expected her to slap me, but that never came. Instead, she gasped and her body tensed. Oh, she was definitely enjoying this. Her body had more reactions when I touched her labia and rubbed around her clitoris. Her pussy felt hot and I could feel trickles of fluid on my fingertips when I touched her labia again. She was dripping. "Rub my clitoris in circles," she said. "Two fingers. That should make me cum. Press hard and do it fast. That's how I like it." Way too much information for any son. And I could tell that she was slightly embarrassed for revealing such information. But, the show must go on. This had to be done. She had to cum before we could start. I followed mom's instructions and pressed two fingers hard against her clitoris. She had an instant reaction to this. Her body tensed even harder and her mouth opened so she could breathe more air. When I rubbed her pussy, she started to squirm. God, how unbelievable. I was making mom so very aroused. She was being pushed to the brink. With every rub, she was a step closer to reaching an orgasm, by my very fingers! Most surprising of all, mom didn't seem to mind one bit. She simply accepted the fact that her son was going to make her cum. All this time spent around liberal artists had really changed her. For the better? For the worse? Who knows. The fact was, she was enjoying this. Then, right on schedule, mom came. Her body tensed hard and her eyes widened. Her mouth sucked in a deep breath as she stiffened. Several seconds later, her body relaxed and I felt my fingers become wet as I reached lower. Even though she didn't ask, I brought my finger lower and felt her outer pussy; it felt so wet and inviting. "Perfect," Giavanna said. "Now you're prepped. So is Stuart, I can see." Mom looked down and saw that my cock was rock hard. She glanced up at me with a smile, and I simply blushed. But hey, who was she to judge? She was the one who just had an orgasm from my fingers. Giavanna then brought a small stool for me to sit on. The wooden surface was solid and uncomfortable. It was about to become a lot more uncomfortable with the next instruction. "The original rendition of this artwork is about sex," Giavanna said. "But the sex is never shown. Just the force of what was to come. For my version of this, I will show the sex. Stuart, I will need that magnificent cock of yours. It must go inside your mother. Helen, please sit on it." Mom's head turned in a flash and she looked at me. Once again she flashed an apologetic look. But this time, her reaction was even stronger. There was also something there. Maybe it was a post-orgasm feeling of liberation on her mind. Or maybe it was her passion for natural art. Whatever it was, I knew mom was interested in continuing this endeavor. For whatever reason, she wasn't going to put up a fight. Living in Europe for over a year had really changed her. "It'll be harmless," she said softly to me. "We're already naked. You've already touched my vagina. And you've already made me cum. The rest should be easy, and honestly, it might even be a little pleasurable too, if you ignore the fact that I'm your mother." "You think the last part bothers me?" I blurted out. Her eyes sharpened. "It doesn't?" Now suddenly it felt like I was the one facing the pressure. What a role reversal of the situation. I shook my head. "Forget I said that. Do you really want to do this? I mean, do you?" That was when mom reached forward and wrapped her hand around my stiff cock. It was a light, soft touch. Her fingers were slender and delicate, so it felt nice, and it made me stiffen even further. "It doesn't bother me that you're my son," she said, softly caressing her thin fingers across my shaft. "If anything, that'll elicit more passion from us." "You think so?" "Of course. It's insanely taboo. Think of the emotions we'll generate from this. The final product should be amazing." "She's right," Giavanna asserted. "I've dealt with family scenarios before, and it's always been my best work. This is shaping up to become my masterpiece. You two have a special chemistry. I can tell." "I'm open to it," my mother said with a sense of finality. "It's up to you." Now came the tricky part. I wanted to express my agreement to these two women, but I didn't want to look like a pervert in the process. I needed to blend right in with their line of thinking. "I'd be comfortable with it," I said. "Anything for great artwork and charity, right?" The women expressed their pleasure that this would proceed and Giavanna happily moved us closer into position. Giavanna added. "Obviously a man cannot maintain a strong erection for a prolonged period of time. So all I ask is 10 minutes of maintaining this hardened erectile state. I will paint your body poses and facial expressions as quickly as possible. Then I will add to the rest of the painting later. Would this be possible?" I nodded. "Sure, I can do that." Once again, Giavanna expressed her pleasure that this would proceed, and that's when things went to a whole new level. While I was sitting on the stool, mom was directed to open her legs so she could sit on my cock. She lifted a foot and I saw her pussy clearly. It was so pink and raw. So wet and delicious looking. When she spread herself further and lifted her leg to hover over me, I saw her pussy wide open. It was glistening and there were still fluids from her orgasm. I had to wonder if my cock going inside her actually made mom more aroused. Giavanna held my cock upright. She had the hands of an experienced artist. Rough from years of manual work with her hands. Yet also very feminine at the same time. I tensed hard the moment my mother's pussy seemingly devoured my cock. She lowered herself onto me in a gradual pace. It felt exactly how I expected. Warm. Wet. Inviting. Sure, it hurt sitting on the stool with my mom's weight on me, but the feeling in my cock was pure bliss. "You're doing great," she whispered to me. Then she lowered herself until I was mostly inside her. Giavanna told mom to stop and hold that position, with my cock only three-quarters of the way inside of her. Giavanna wanted to paint some of my cock as well, so we were stuck in this uncomfortable and awkward position.  Based on Giavanna's further instructions, mom had to turn her face away from me, and use her left hand to push against my face. Just like Bernini's original sculpture. Giavanna smiled. "Perfect! Hold still. Don't move your bodies or facial expressions. I will make this as quick as possible." With the satisfactory pose, Giavanna rushed to her stool, grabbed her palette and brush, and went to work. Her eyes shifted between my naked mother and myself, then onto her canvas which she painted. She went fast. Her eyes continuously went back and forth. Her paintbrush skills seemed quick and efficient. Her eyes looked razor sharp when looking at us, as if to stare into our souls. What a skilled woman she was. Meanwhile, I couldn't keep my eyes away from my mother's naked body. I had a good excuse too. Giavanna instructed me not to move. And Giavanna told mom not to look at me, to face away from me. That meant I could stare at mom's tits for as long as this lasted. Those tits looked beautiful too. Perfectly curved and shaped. I've always had a thing for mature women, and mom's tits reflected the beauty of her age, with that slight sag and roundness on the bottom. I even noticed the small sun spots around her chest, which was something that most mature women had. And those nipples. God, those brown nipples looked forever hard. I was amazed that they remained so stiff. How I wanted to lean forward and suck on them. I've seen enough porn and been with enough women to know what an aroused woman's nipples looked like. And I was convinced that mom was aroused to some degree. I wondered what was making her so excited. The exhibitionism? The fact that a cock was inside her? Or was it that her son was surely admiring her beauty, while his cock was in her? And that was the other thing. While her pussy had consumed my cock, I felt her warmth and wetness. I could swear that mom had gotten even wetter since we started. I could practically feel mom's juice forming drops, reading to drip down my cock. Oh yes, mom was definitely aroused. For the next few minutes, I listened to the sound of Giavanna painting away on the canvas, while also staring at mom's face, noting how attractive she really was. And of course, marveling at how those brown nipples managed to stay erect for so long. Then, my own mortality came crashing down. Holding an erection still for 10 minutes was more than I could chew. After all, there was nothing rubbing, stroking, or sucking my cock. Mom's pussy had to remain completely still. "My penis is getting soft," I embarrassingly admitted.  "Can you get it hard again if you rubbed it?" mom asked, still maintaining her same pose. "Sure, I think so. Hang on." "No," Giavanna quickly said. "Helen, you do it. Reach down and massage Stuart's penis with your free arm. I feel there will be stronger emotional conflict on your face if you were holding your son's penis." Mom didn't reply. But I heard her gulp loudly. While maintaining her pose, she used her free hand to reach below and searched for my softening cock. When she found it, she squeezed hard. It wasn't the same loving, caressing touch as before. No, before was an innocent touch. This was something else. This was meant to get my cock to throb again. I immediately realized what a sexual goddess mom could be. Her hand was still on my face, pushing me away. Her face remained turned away from me. Yet, those amazing brown nipples of hers always remained hard. And her free hand was essentially jerking me off, getting me hard for her pussy. It worked, too. She stroked my shaft in a rough but soothing way. The tips of her fingers occasionally traced along my cock, as if to tease me. She even fondled my balls. What a woman. The result was that I was rock hard again. Swollen inside my mother's pussy. I could hear mom breathing harder. And I could see that her chest was starting to heave from her breaths. Was playing with my cock making her aroused? I was convinced that it was. Why else would she suddenly be extra excited? "Perfetto!" Giavanna said in Italian, as she painted quickly. "Straordinario! Just a few extra touches...wait for it...so close...so close...Finito!" What a relief. Our work was done. Suddenly I relaxed to ease my muscles from holding still for so long. On the other hand, my mother had a different way of relaxing. She had been holding that uncomfortable pose for so long, that her muscles had ached. So when mom relaxed, she did so by collapsing onto me. She wrapped her arms around me. I could feel her soft breasts and hard nipples pressing into my skin. It felt so amazing. She rested her chin on my shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief. Most shocking of all, mom had pressed her entire weight onto me so she could finally relax her legs. That meant that my cock went entirely inside that wet pussy of hers. And she was certainly wet. Her inner sanctum felt hot and I was sure that it was overflowed with her natural juices. She realized what she had done and leaned back to look me in the eyes. "Sorry about that," she smiled and blushed. "I've never held such an uncomfortable pose before, and my body is killing me." I blushed back. "Not a problem." Giavanna commented on how cute the situation was, that a mother and son were holding each other so intimately, with the son's cock buried deep inside the mother's wet sex. Then Giavanna's phone rang again. She checked it and clearly it was important. "I'll be back in a few minutes," Giavanna said. "There will be a class in here soon. Please, get dressed. Thank you so much for the sacrifices. I owe you both a nice dinner. Vi amo entrambi." Then Giavanna took the call and talked on the phone on her way out. She closed the door behind her and there we were, left naked and alone in the lecture hall. I fully expected mom to get off me, since after all, my cock was still raging inside her pussy. Instead, she continued sitting on me, looking at me with a loving expression on her face. "What?" I asked, wondering why she was looking at me like that. She kissed my cheek. "You're so brave. Really, I'm so proud of you." "Why?" Mom clenched her pussy around my cock. "You know why. That took a lot of courage. And I'm glad you kept an open mind." "It's all for the sake of art. Charity too, I might add." "Is that so?" Mom clenched her pussy tighter. It was meant to be teasing expression, but it made my cock ache with pleasure. I was impossibly erect. I looked at the clock. "Oh shit, I think the next class starts in 20 minutes. Students might be lining up outside this lecture hall soon." "Right. We better get dressed." When mom lifted herself and slowly pulled her pussy off my throbbing, rock hard cock, my body jerked. "What's wrong?" she asked with concern. "My...you know...it aches. Don't worry, it'll be fine. I'll just have to tuck it carefully inside my underwear and walk slowly. No one will notice. It's no big deal." She flashed that typical motherly look. "What do you mean it's no big deal? I can't have you walking around campus with a throbbing erection." Oh yes, it was clear what mom was up to.  "I think you're right." She nodded. "How would that make me look? Honestly? If we were walking together and it was obvious that you had an erection in your pants. People would think you're my young lover and that we were off to have sex. Imagine that. Word spreads fast around Oxford. My reputation would be totally ruined. I may even lose my job here." "We can't have that." Mom took a deep breath and pressed the palms of her hands onto my shoulders.  "Hold still," she said. "This will be quick." There was a look of total concentration on her face. Then she slowly sat down on my cock again until I was all the way inside of her pussy. This time, she felt even warmer and wetter. Mom was definitely enjoying this. She rocked her hips back and forth. Slow at first. Then picking up speed. This had nothing to do with art. Nothing to do with expression. It had everything to do with lust and taking care of my erection. As our eyes were locked, I wondered what was going through her mind. Had she always wanted to fuck her son, or was this a newfound thrill? Or was this solely for thanking me for participating in the art process? Maybe I'd never know. But I knew that mom was totally fucking aroused. She was breathing heavily and her eyes looked wild with lust and passion. Her hips rocked so fast that her breasts had begun to shake. Ah, those huge nipples of hers. I finally had permission to touch them, or worse... I bent forward and sucked her large brown nipple. Feeling its stiffness in my mouth. Instead of slapping me, which she should have, mom simply rubbed the back of my head. "Enjoy it while you can, mister," she moaned. "This is purely for necessity purposes." I briefly spit her nipple out. "Of course it is. Oh fuck, I'm close." Mom clenched her pussy tight and rocked her hips in a fast, sensual motion. For such an educated and respectable woman, she really knew how to work her pussy. She was a sex goddess that could rival any Greek or Roman mythological figure. I was certain of that. I came inside her, shooting spurt after spurt of cum inside mom's pussy. She could sense it too, and showed it by rubbing my skin and letting me know that it was okay. She held me tight against her breast as I came. I could feel her heart beating. Her skin was becoming moist with sweat. She finished me off and drained the rest of my cum by keeping her pussy clenched and her gyration in a slow, controlled manner. "Oh yes," she groaned. "I've always loved the feeling of a man cumming inside my sex. I just never thought it would be with my own son. What a feeling. And you know what? I kind of like it." After I finished making a mess of mom's pussy, I looked up at her to see if she really meant it. There was a smile on her face and a naughty gleam in her eyes. Yes, she meant it. She loved the feeling of her own son cumming inside her pussy. When we stopped fucking, we finally realized that Giavanna had been standing there, watching me cum inside my mother. "Bellissimo," Giavanna said with excitement. "I'm so glad I was able to witness the final act. Such a beautiful expression of love." Mom looked so embarrassed that we had been caught. Then that embarrassment faded as Giavanna expressed more pleasure from watching us have sex. Time was now of the essence. Giavanna put her things away and mom and I got dressed. It was hot seeing mom climb off me. Fluids dripped from her pussy. Both my cum and hers. None of it dripped to the floor though. It went down her legs. Then she went to her purse for a tissue and wiped herself clean, hiding the incriminating tissue back inside her purse.  I watched her get dressed as I got dressed at the same time. It may have been the last time I'd ever get to see her naked, so I wanted to take it all in. When we were done, Giavanna unlocked the door and students started trickling in, having no idea that a mother and son just had an intense fuck session in their historic classroom. Mom gave her hair a toss and made sure her outfit was on properly.  "You look great," I said. She smiled and whispered, "You've just seen me naked, and we've just had sex. You'll always think I look great." As usual, mom was right. She winked at me and we headed to the door. A few of the students coming into the classroom were also students of my mother. They said 'hi' to mom, and mom said 'hi' back. I waited by the side as mom made small talk with them. Mom was in a great mood after everything we had just done. While mom finished chatting with her students, who had questions about an upcoming assignment, I noticed that mom suddenly clenched her legs as she politely finished chatting with them. I knew what it was. So did mom. Cum was dripping from her pussy and was making a mess of her panties. When she finished talking to her students, mom proudly walked to the door, cum flowing and all. The End For pics visit:---->>>https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

Title: The Perfect Orgasm Summary: Miranda finds the perfect Orgasm.  Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot "The perfect orgasm" I said. I thought my sister Kelly was going to spit her drink out on the booth table. She sat and stared at me for a moment. "You're serious" she seemed awed. "Very serious" I took a sip of my drink. I had given the answer in response to Kelly's question of what I wanted for my forty-fifth birthday. I'm sorry; I should have filled in the background for you. My name is Miranda Cart; I live in Miami and I sell real estate. Things really aren't that bad in life right now, they just are...I don't know...normal. It was a struggle in the beginning. I was pregnant at eighteen, a mom at nineteen, and married at twenty. Yeah; that's the right order. Probably because of that order; you can add divorced at twenty-two. My daughter Ashley was born form that marriage. She now lives in Jacksonville with her husband. I hope to be a doting grandmother someday. Selling real estate in Miami I had two advantages. One was a pair of 36C's on a five foot five slender frame; my weight is my own business. The other was a set of legs Marilyn Monroe would die for. I admit I struggled as a junior member of the firm the first few years; then I finally sold the big one. I know 250k in Miami isn't much; but when someone hands you a commission check for over ten thousand, and you've been surviving on fifteen to twenty a year; it meant a LOT. I took that check and slapped it in my bank, and then promptly went out and got drunk. Give me a break, I was twenty-six and giddy with success. I was also pregnant the next month; which explains the nineteen year old living in my house. Eric is not a bad kid; he finished high school with decent grades, and decided to take a year off to figure where his life is going. I can't blame him there. I know he'll be heading off to college soon; and I have to admit it gives me a bit of the empty nest syndrome. And that brings me back to where we were. Sitting in a bar on a Friday night; a week before my birthday, with my sister; explain that one. She had asked me what I wanted for my birthday, so I told her. I looked over my glass at her, she watched me closely. I could see the questions rolling around inside her head. "Mind explaining that" Kelly asked. I sighed, how to put this into words. Life really wasn't bad...there was just something...missing. "I like sex, I really do" I started with the obvious. "But just once, it would be nice to not have to give directions; to not have to tell him where to touch or what to do." I sighed. "Honey, good luck" Kelly snorted. "I've been married five years and Ben still needs a bit of help." She looked up. "But the sex is still good, so it's OK." "I don't want just good" I whispered. "I want perfect." "OK" Kelly took a big swallow. "Describe this perfect O sis", she stared at me. I took a deep breath, trying to find both the courage, and the words. "I don't want it to be wham bam" I said. "I want it to build...and build...and build..." I stared off. "I want it to hang there, right out of reach; until I beg for it." I shivered. "Jesus Christ" Kelly whispered at me. "You've got it bad sis." She told me. "Yeah, I know" I couldn't help but sigh. "The problem is; there isn't a man alive who knows my mind and my body that well." I stood and gathered my purse. Kelly just sat for a moment staring at her purse. "What?" I looked at her. "Uh, nothing" she shook her head. "Just thinking" she added. We gathered our things and headed for the parking lot. Another Friday night alone, I decided. Maybe if Eric is on his play station I might get a little 'me' time in. When we reached our cars, I turned to Kelly. "Well, it's a nice dream" I laughed. "You never know" Kelly had a strange look on her face. "He might be out there...somewhere." Before I could ask, she slid into her car; so we just called it a night. As I expected, when I got home, I could hear Eric's game going to town through his half open door. We always made a point of telling the other goodnight when we returned, so neither would worry. "I'm back" I called into his room from the door. Eric swiveled in his chair and waved at me, then swiveled back. It was only for a second; but a VERY long second as I watched his bare broad chest come into view and then disappear. I felt a flip in the pit of my stomach. You need to get laid old lady, I told myself; heading off to my room. The next day Eric was out of the house by noon, so I figured time for home chores. I threw on a pair of sweats and attacked the laundry first. Less than two miles from home, Eric Cart slid onto the bench of a picnic table in the school park. He watched some of the women playing with their children. While most guys his age were after the cheerleaders, Eric freely admitted there was nothing better to him than the mature form. The problem was, even then he was critical. One woman had a nice set of breasts, but Eric frowned at the large ass that hung out behind. Another had a great set of legs, until you got above the knees and they just seemed to balloon out to him. "Hey" a woman's voice brought his attention back. "Hey yourself" he watched her slide onto the bench across from him. "Thanks for coming" the woman told Eric. "Not a problem; so what's all the secrecy?" he asked. "This conversation never occurred" Eric was caught by surprise. "If you say anything about it, I will cut off your nuts and feed them to you." "Jesus Aunt Kelly" Eric exploded. "This is going to be the strangest conversation you've ever had" Kelly leaned forward and looked at her nephew. "And I want straight and honest answers." She told him. "Oooo Kkkk" Eric was now totally confused. Then, he got blown out of the water by his Aunt. "I take it you're not a virgin." Kelly said calmly. "Holy Shit" Eric exclaimed. "Just answer the damn question." Kelly stared at him. "No, I'm not...why?" he stared back. "When is the last time you got laid?" Kelly shot back. Eric wanted to get up and leave, his Aunt Kelly had been right; this was by far the most bizarre conversation he had ever had. Yet, she had asked him here, and wanted straight answers. "A couple of weeks ago" Eric sighed. "And is that acceptable?" the next question came. ""Oh hell no" Eric nearly exploded. Kelly sat and stared at her nephew. Now came the hard part, she hoped he could handle this. His reactions now meant where she would go from here on. "Describe your mother's breasts" she said softly to her nephew. Eric shifted uncomfortably in his seat staring at his hands on the table. He wasn't sure how honest he should be. "Uhhh...I've never..." he started with. "Bullshit" his Aunt Kelly cut him off. "Every teenage boy out there has the hots for his mom at some time." She looked sourly at Eric. "Let's be real, your mom is fucking hot. You tell me you haven't ever peeked at her and I'll call you a liar." She demanded. Eric sighed, OK he was in this. He closed his eyes and conjured up an image; in fact it was barely over a week old. He had snuck in on his mother taking a shower and she had been standing at the bathroom sink brushing her hair. At one point, as her arms shifted, that fluffy white towel dropped to the bathroom floor. Eric remembered he had damn near cum in his jeans on the spot. "Their full" he said softly. "Not too big, just full. They have a soft curve to them, so you know if she laid on her stomach they would push out at the sides." He shuddered. Kelly sat and stared, watching Eric; damn, this just might work she thought. "Her nipples are like small pencil erasers" Eric softly continued. "Surrounded by dark areoles and when the cool air hits them they dimple." Kelly saw him shudder again. "Stand up" his Aunt Kelly interrupted him. "Uhhhh" Eric flushed red. "I...uhhh...I mean..." He stammered. "You have a hard on, I get it" Kelly said. "Now stand up." She watched him. Slowly, Eric rose from the bench, and when his waist cleared the table edge, his Aunt Kelly gave a low whistle. "Oh yeah, that will work just fine" she whispered. It was during the Tuesday sales meeting at the agency that Miranda heard the soft ping of her cellphone. Glancing at it she saw a text from Kelly. "Five thirty...Brit's Spa...my treat...Happy Bday" what the hell, I thought. I tossed the phone to the side, there wasn't much I could do right now. I would just call Kelly later and cancel. God I hated when she did this to me. The hell of it was, later became almost four thirty. By now it's too late to cancel and not lose her money. With a sigh I headed over to this Brit's Spa. If the girl at the reception got any more chipper I was going to scream. And when they only handed me a large fluffy robe in the change room I was a bit worried. Thank God it was a young woman in the massage room. I stretched out on the table and she placed a small towel over the rise of my ass. I have to admit, over the next fifteen minutes it felt pretty damn good. This girl knew what she was doing. By the time she laid out a line of warm rocks along my spine, I was drifting in and out of a relaxed sleep. I murmured some kind of agreement about leaving them for a bit, and just relaxed as the heat seeped into me. It seemed like only a few moments later and I could feel the stones being lifted. The next thing I felt were broad strong hands kneading the muscles in my shoulders. Broad strong hands; what the hell? I opened my mouth to say something; but the only thing I got out was a low groan as he hit the muscles in the back of my neck and down to my shoulders. Oh my God, he put the first girl to shame. Since I was on my stomach, covered, I just went with the flow; which felt pretty damn good. He worked down my back, and I couldn't help the small grunts and moans as he really worked my body over. I felt his oil slick hands slide up my back, and those fingers spread wide. When he swept down I felt just the tips graze the sides of my breasts. My body shuddered at the contact, and by the time I registered what had happened; he did it again. Only this time he had a slight pressure that gently kneaded the soft tissue of my breasts. "Ohhh" God I couldn't help it. I wanted it a third time, but instead he shifted down and started working on my ankles and lower legs. Once again I drifted in and out as he worked. It was when I felt those fingers glide up along the inside of my thighs, and the shudder that rolled through me; that I came more awake. God when did I spread my thighs for him? It was as if my body was responding on its own. I gave a low guttural moan as those magic fingers worked up my inner thighs. They got so close; God so very close, but didn't touch. I wanted to scream in frustration. Jesus Christ he had to smell my heat, I could feel my juices leaking out to soak the sheet under me. The next time his hands came up my thighs, I just slightly opened my legs; would he take the invitation. Instead I felt those hands wrap around the bare cheek of my ass, molding the soft globe. Bare ass; when did the towel disappear? I thought about stopping this now; you would have thought my lips were sealed tight; but they weren't. That was clearly evident by my low moan as he switched from one cheek to the other. God, I could actually feel a gush of fluids as he manipulated my entire body. I was in a half haze when I felt the gentle tug on my shoulder; he wanted me to turn over. This has gone far enough, I thought; this needs to stop. Then, I was lying on my back and he had draped a small warm towel over my face. I am not ashamed of my body, even at forty-five; like I said before it sells property who am I to complain. I knew I was lying there, fully exposed to this strange man; and for some reason it gave me a thrill. The fact he had the towel over my face, hid him from me. I figured this was standard fare so the client could feel anonymous, so I didn't object. I almost jumped when those powerful fingers began a gentle massage along my hips, and over my belly. He worked over my skin until I trembled; and I wanted to reach down and grab his wrists and mash his hands over my tits. Suddenly those hands disappeared from my flexing belly, and reappeared on my thighs. They were kneading and rolling my tight thighs; God he was good. For those ladies out there, we all know that heels may look great, but they are a bitch on the legs after eight hours. Well, those eight hours were gone in moments as he relaxed my thighs completely. I felt his hands drifting higher and higher on my thighs; God he was so close. I was dripping wet and I knew it; every time his fingers brushed along the sides of my mound my hips arched up to meet him. Once again I wanted to scream as those hands vanished. This time they reappeared on my shoulders, kneading lower and lower. When the fingers grazed across the top of my breasts, my back arched. "Oh God" I couldn't stop the whisper as his fingers lightly massage the flesh of both breasts. He lifted and then stroked both sides; first one at a time; and then together. God it was fantastic; and frustrating. His fingers drew slow circles around my aching nipples without touching; even though I thrust my breasts up at him. "Please" I gasped quietly. "Hmmmm" his baritone voice rumbled in my ear. "Touch them...please" dear God I was begging; then my mind almost blanked. "Nnnnnggggggg" I moaned as those hands wrapped around my breasts, cupping one in each hand. I've had my breasts played with before; this was not playing; this was worshipping. His hands cupped and squeezed; rubbed and massaged. When his large palm slid over a nipple I almost screamed as fluids gushed out between my thighs. I was panting and moaning as I felt one hand leave one of my breasts. I shook like a leaf as I felt it slowly slide down my belly. Oh fuck yes, I wanted to holler; but still he teased, he built. Those fingers grazed over the rise of my mound, then pressed in; the pressure rocketing through my womb underneath. God he knew all the spots to hit; and I felt like I was melting. I opened my mouth to tell him to go lower; but the words never came out as I felt his fingers slide between my open thighs. How the hell does he know? I wanted to scream my joy, but instead groaned as those fingers grazed over my swollen lips. "Goddddddddd" I shuddered as he continued to tease. I felt his other hand shift, rolling my aching nipple between his thumb and finger, sending a shock through my upper body. It was timed just as a thick finger slipped between my folds. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" God I could hear my satisfaction in my own cry. "God yes...oh God..." I moaned as he manipulated both ends of my body. I could hear the wet sloshing as first one, and then two fingers slid in an out; I was a fucking swamp within twenty minutes of this mans' hands being on me. "Don't stop...oh fuck..." I grunted as I felt that knot in my belly. What did he do, he STOPPED. OH...MY...GOD. I felt those fingers slide out, using the oil and my own juices they began to rub and tease at the hard bud of my clit. I felt the hood sliding back as my body went insane. "Oh Christ...oh fuck..." I groaned. By changing tactics; he didn't bring me back down; he left me hanging right there. I could see the cliff of my orgasm, but I was still steps away. How the hell was he doing this? "I want you..." I panted through the small towel. "Not today" his baritone voice filled my ear. Not today? Then what...and suddenly those two thick fingers drove back inside me. "Fuuuckkkkkkkk" I groaned as my ass rose off the massage table. He began to pump those fingers in and out; not fast, but slow and deep. Jesus Christ I was coming unglued by now; that slow deliberate pace had covered the feet between where I was, and where the edge of the cliff was; but I couldn't seem to fall off. My whole body shook and trembled, I felt my toes curling as my hands clawed at the table. "Please." I begged softly. "Oh God please" I didn't even recognize the whimper in my own voice. "Say it" his voice rolled through my body like a command. "I need to...I need to..." I babbled "Cum" he whispered to me. With that one word, he opened the floodgate. I felt those fingers curl inside me; and when they did the tips scraped across that hidden spot deep along my walls. My heels dug into the table as my ass shot straight up in the air. I didn't fall off the orgasm cliff, I fucking took a giant leap; and I went screaming. "AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" God was that me screaming? "Yes...yes...yes" I chanted as my belly exploded in white fire. When I am extremely excited I cum very hard; but frankly it had been a lot of years since that had happened. It happened there on that massage table. My juices all but sprayed out, coating his hand and arm; the cheeks of my ass clenched and my eyes screwed shut. "Cuummminnnngggggg" I wailed in total abandon. Through it all those magical fingers kept moving. So many men stop when a woman starts her orgasm; for me that simply stops the sensations that created the orgasm. He seemed to know this, and as waves rolled through my body; those fingers kept moving. "Fuck...fuck..." I moaned as a second gush of fluids poured out of me, dripping to the table. Slowly he eased my jelly body back to the table, and I just lay there a quivering mass trying to catch my breath. It may not have quite been the perfect orgasm, but it was a damn sight closer than anything I had experienced in over a decade. By the time I caught my breath, and my body would respond to my commands; I reached up and pulled the small towel from my face. I wanted to thank this wonderful man for the best orgasm I had experienced in a long time. Instead, I looked around an empty massage room. God damn, he had left. On wobbly legs I headed back to the change room. I thought of asking who he was at the desk, then realized that would be a bad professional move. I needed to talk to Kelly; she had set this up, maybe she knew who he was. The next day I got ahold of Kelly, but she claimed ignorance. I sighed and told her to bad, he was fantastic. I was depressed about not being able to see him again; but my mood improved when I booked a showing for the next evening for the house on Corral Drive. We had been trying to sell the place for months. The listing was for almost one and a half million. Being a senior agent, that meant six percent. Do the math; that meant a healthy commission of ninety thousand; that would make a dead man smile. It was later that I got a call from Kelly, just before I headed home. Apparently she had contacted the spa and arranged another massage for me; with Mr. Wonderful. "Thanks sis" I all but gushed on the phone. "No problem" Kelly said. "So I set it for six tomorrow." Shit, I thought; my heart sinking. I can't, I have the showing. No offense; it's a hard choice; the fingering of your life; or ninety thousand. I picked the money. "I can't" I sighed into the phone. "You have a showing" Kelly said quietly. "Yeah, and I can't miss it." I sighed. "I'll try and set it another day" Kelly said. It seemed strange at the time, but I honestly didn't make the connection. Kelly knew about the showing; but she was willing to help reschedule; and my happiness over that made all my concerns minor. The next day; I pulled into the driveway of the house on Corral drive a bit before six. It was getting dark, so I went inside to set the house up for showing. Entering the large marble foyer I flipped on the light. My heels clicked down the hall to the kitchen, where I turned on the light and set my purse on the counter. I spent a few minutes smoothing my skirt, and making sure the buttons were straight on my blouse. This was a couple, so I kept all of them buttoned. I admit, if it had been a male, I might have popped one or two; it never hurts the sale. Glancing at my watch, it read just a bit after six. They should be here any moment. I headed back to the foyer to meet them at the door. That was odd, I thought. I swore I turned on the foyer light. My heels clicked in the near darkness as I walked to the door; just as I reached for the light switch; two powerful arms wrapped around me from behind. I opened my mouth to scream, when one hand gently closed over it. "Shhhhhh" a soft baritone voice whispered behind me. "You?" I was in shock. "Mmmmmhmmmm" I felt his hands slide up my body, rising from my waist until they cupped my full breasts through my blouse and bra. "Oh God" I moaned; as memories of the massage room flooded through my brain. "You can't...we can't..." I stuttered as he gently kneaded my flesh. "I have a show" I gasped. "Then show me" his voice filled my ear. I squealed as he bent down and scooped me into his arms. Dear God what was happening? Like a small child he cradled me as he ascended the stairs from the foyer. The house was dark and I couldn't get a clear look at his face, but I could feel the ripple of muscles through his shirt as I clung to him. "Wait, they're coming" I tried to say; as he eased me onto a mattress in a dark room. "They're not...you are." His voice was strong and confident. It seemed vaguely familiar, but as I suddenly realized what he meant, that thought died in my mind. "You...you're the showing" I gasped. "Mmmmhmmmm" he murmured; even as he slowly eased my on my back on the bed. Oh my God, he had set this up; to be with me. I shuddered at the thought. He was kneeling at my side on the bed, I could feel the fabric of my blouse ruffle in the dark, and then the cool air washed over my exposed chest. My God he had just released the buttons in a matter of moments, I was stunned. Soft lips began to caress the side of my neck, and I couldn't suppress the moan as he lightly nipped just below my ear. I shuddered as he triggered another of my erogenous zones. I couldn't even find the words, but I didn't need to; even in the dark his hands instantly found the front snap on my bra, and popped it free with strong confidence. "Oh my Goddddd" I moaned as his lips slid down my collar bone, and then enveloped one aching nipple. Part of my brain wanted to know how he had set this up; but the part of me that was sliding into the abyss of pleasure was stripping all those thoughts away. Just like on the massage table with his hands, his lips all but worshipped first one breast and then the other. He left a warm moist trail of his saliva on my tingling skin as his lips traveled back and forth. As the cool air of the room washed over my sex, I opened my thighs, inviting him in. Even in my half hazed state I was shocked to realize that somehow he had bunched my skirt around my waist, and my panties now dangled from one ankle. He was so smooth and gentle I was exposed in a matter of minutes. "Nnnggggggg" I moaned as his fingers slid over my swollen lips. God I felt like a swamp between my thighs. He's going to do it again, I thought; and arched my hips up to meet those wonderful fingers. But he had other ideas, as I felt his lips slowly travel down my flexing belly. Most men simply shift around and drive their head between your thighs; but this was heaven. He stayed in the same position, simply adjusting for where his head was. He also slowed and his tongue teased at my naval. "Oh fuck" I grunted as my body spasmed. "What are you..." I couldn't speak coherent as those lips began to slide lower. "Oh God...oh God..." my moaning was out of control as his hot breath blew over my soaked lips. Jesus, he hadn't even moved, he was bent over my body, loving every damn inch; and I was a quivering mass of jelly. He was going to...and then his tongue slid between my lips. "Yessssssssssssssssss" I wailed as my body arched off the bed. One hand shot down and across his back, knotting my fingers in his shirt; I could feel his muscles tense under the thin cloth. My other hand curled in his hair as I hunched up, grinding against his face. Dimly I felt him finally shift, sliding off the bed and between my lewdly spread thighs. By now a river was flowing out of me; and I could hear him swallowing my hot juices. He reached up to my thighs, spreading them wide; and then he attacked. His tongue drug across my lips, then probed deep inside scooping out my thick cream. Then he would stiffen it and use the tip to lash at my throbbing clit. Every time he changed I would climb and then hang...climb and then hang. I stared into the darkness watching sparkles of light dance in front of my eyes as my hips bounced violently on the bed. I couldn't even tell you how long he feasted on me; I was lost to time. I whimpered, growled, screamed; and not a coherent word came out of my mouth. I squirmed on the bed as he drove my body totally insane. Then...I saw it; for the first time. One of the sparkles started to expand; growing brighter. I saw it pulse to match the walls of my cunt, and grow to match the knot in my belly. Oh fuck, here it comes; was all I could think. "Fuck...Oh God...so close...going to..." I babbled. Then, he attacked again. His mouth opened and literally sucked my pulsing clit deep inside, and he shifted his head, tugging on it. My ass bounced and my cheeks tightened; I started to growl. Then, God help me, he hummed. "Mmmmmmmmmmm" I faintly heard; but did I ever FEEL it. That vibration shot from my captured clit to the pit of my belly; when it hit my womb; the light slammed into my brain. "Guuuhhhh...guhhhhh..." I could only gurgle as my body shredded. My ass rose straight up, and a hot fountain of cunt cream sprayed out to wash his face. Oh my God, I was squirting. My body flopped and spasmed as waves rolled through me; not normal waves, these were like a tsunami had rolled over me. "Cumminngggg...oh fucking Goddddd" I moaned. A river continued to flood out of me. It had to be running off his face and chin to soak the bed under me, I didn't give a shit. I felt the puddle as my ass collapsed onto the bed; huge gasps as I tried to catch my breath. I felt his face slowly pull away from between my thighs; but I couldn't stop him. My entire body was spent as I lay thee limp. He could have taken total advantage of me right then and I would have fucking loved it; but with a restraint I couldn't even imagine; he rose to his feet and turned towards the door. "No...please..." I couldn't believe myself, I was begging for him. "Not yet" his almost hypnotic baritone voice came across the dark room. Then, his shadow was gone. I didn't know whether to scream or cry. My body ached to be made love too; no I wanted HIM to make love to me. I knew it could be no one else but him. Like the massage room, it took a few moments to regain control of my body; and this time I almost fell over as I tried to replace my sodden panties. God what was he doing to me? More importantly, I thought; who was he? As I gathered my things and headed to my car, my mind was in a total turmoil. I had never wanted a man more than I wanted HIM. As I sat in my car, I pulled out my cellphone; maybe Kelly could set up another meeting. Before I touched the keypad, I froze. Set up...wait. Kelly had set up the massage I remembered. Then, our conversation about my not being able to go to Brit's Spa tonight; she acted as if she had already known about the showing. My eyes grew wide sitting in the driveway. Viciously I punched in the numbers on the keypad. "Hello" I heard my sisters' voice. "All right, who the hell is he?" I barked into the phone. "And don't give me any I don't know bullshit, you set this up." I hissed. "Miranda" Kelly's voice was hesitant. "Look sis" I sighed. "I just want...no I NEED to see him. Please Kelly" I almost whispered. There was a few seconds of silence and then my sister spoke. "Not now, and not on the phone" she told me. "Lunch, tomorrow at Gabri's Grill." She said. Like I had a choice, so I agreed. Tomorrow was my birthday and I had taken the day off. Eric and I planned a quiet dinner out to celebrate, but I did have the day free. The next day, Friday, I woke facing my forty-fifth birthday. Ever the gentleman, my son wished me a happy birthday as he left the house. On the one hand age gave me a bit of depression; but on the other hand, I had never felt so alive sexually as I had in the last week. By noon, I was already sitting at Gabri's waiting. I waved when I saw Kelly come in the door, and waited until she slid into her seat across from me. I couldn't contain myself any longer, and launched. "You know who he is, don't you?" I stared at Kelly. "Yes" her voice seemed subdued. Before I could ask more, or demand a name; Kelly held up her hand. We went through the motions of ordering, and I watched the waiter walk away. "All right, out with it." I turned back to my sister. "Jesus Miranda" Kelly seemed genuinely shocked. "Was it that good?" she asked. "No" I choked back. "It was better." I shuddered. "My God Kelly, I thought the massage parlor was a new height" I continued when Kelly sat quiet. "Last night, he...oh God" I moaned. "Oh my God" Kelly whispered. "Did you have sex?" her eyes watched me. "No...he said not yet." I admitted. "I'm telling you, if I knew who he was, I would strip naked and walk into his house and offer myself." I sighed. "You're in love with him" it wasn't a question, Kelly was making a statement. "I...I don't know" I slumped in my seat. "Is it just physical, or more. " I stared at my sister. "For the first time, there is some kind of connection." I shuddered. "I don't know how or why, but when we are together it's like we become part of each other." I said. "I'll bet." Kelly whispered. "Please" I leaned forward and gripped her hands. "Please" I begged softly. Kelly watched me for a moment, and then with a sigh turned and picked up her purse. She pulled what looked like a small fob out and held it in her hand. "Before we go any further" she looked up at me. "I want to say something" she took a deep breath. "Does it really matter what his name is?" Kelly asked me. "It could be Paul, or Rick, or anything; it's just a name." I thought for a moment, remembering that connection in the dark; that total and utter oneness that had brought the tidal waves of pleasure. No, it really didn't matter I decided. "No, it doesn't" I said. "There is some kind of connection sis; something I have to know; if it's more than just physical...for both of us." Kelly nodded slowly, then slid the small fob across the table. As it got closer I could see a small electronic key hanging on one end. "I can't tell you who he is" she said slowly. "But I can tell you where he is" she cut me off as I opened my mouth to protest. "He's at the Sheraton Plaza...waiting for you." Kelly's voice was hushed. I reached out and took the key, holding it in my hand. I could see years of ache and loneliness evaporate with that key; hands and lips that brought joy and pleasure. Gripping the key in my hand, I picked up my purse and slid from the booth. "Aren't you going to eat?" Kelly asked waving at our food. I glanced down at the food now growing cold, it didn't matter anymore. I smiled at my sister; gripping my hand around my new treasure. "Oh I'm going to eat" I said in a husky voice. "I'm going to gobble that man up." I grinned. Kelly reached out and touched my arm, but this time her face was smiling. "Just remember...his name doesn't matter; what does is what you two feel." Her smile got wider. " Happy Birthday sis" she added. As I walked out of the grill and to my car, I thought only that this was going to be one of the best birthdays of my life; oh and that damn I was going to be sore in the morning. I wasn't sure how long I would be at the hotel, so I sent a quick text to Eric telling him I might be late for our dinner. I slipped my cellphone back into my purse without even checking if he responded. By the time I stood outside the door to the room, I was as nervous as a sixteen year old going to prom. I had checked my skirt and blouse, straightened my hair. God I was primping like a star struck teenager. Using the key, I quietly unlocked the door and slipped inside. I was immediately plunged into total darkness. My eyes blinked as I tried to adjust from the hallway lights. The curtains were pulled and there wasn't even a night light on. I reached out for the light switch. "Wait" came out that comforting baritone; just as my fingers touched the wall plate. Had it been any other man, I would have popped the switch regardless; but for him, I hesitated. I felt strong fingers lace into mine, and then he slowly drew me across the dark room. Turning me, I felt the backs of my legs against the edge of the bed. Slowly he eased me back to sit facing his shadow. "This time; it's your turn" he said in a quiet voice. I was confused at first. What did he mean by my turn? Then my eyes grew wide in the dark. He was offering himself to me; after the two times where he had done the exploring, the touching; and all the teasing. This time he was giving control over to me. I shuddered at the level of trust this simple act took. I reached out tentatively, and then my fingers brushed a strong muscular thigh. I groaned softly as I realized he was nude standing before me. My hands slowly caressed his thighs, working upward. I bypassed his groin, sliding up his waist and across a washboard abdomen. Fuck was he fit, I almost screamed. My hands slid higher, across the defined pectorals, and then grazed across two very hard nipples. I heard a soft moan and felt his body twitch under my touch. I gently teased those hard nubs with my fingers, wishing I were tall enough to pull them into my hot mouth. Sliding one hand back down, my fingers grazed through his wiry pubic hair. When I found the base, I tried to wrap my hand around the thick stalk; and I do mean tried. God he was so thick my fingers didn't even meet. "Oh God" I heard him moan above me, as I slowly slid my hand his full length. In the dark, I tried to measure as my hand slide along the pulsing veins, until my fingers swirled around the tip. God damn, he had to be at least eight inches or more, I guessed. Not only was this man a patient, loving, and fantastic lover; he was packing a cock that would drive me to heaven and back. It was like a dream come true all in one package. I couldn't restrain myself. I leaned forward, opening my mouth. I guided him in as that engorged head slipped past my lips. "Oh fuck" I heard a groan of sheer pleasure above me. I like to think I am pretty good at giving blowjobs; I've never heard a complaint. I've always been eager to please, and the level of control it lets me feel is awesome. This time it was different. His scent filled my nostrils, sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel his veins pulse against my lips as they slid up and down. While drops of pre cum coated my tongue as it swirled over the tip. It was like his body was an extension of me; I could feel his thighs quiver as he climbed in pleasure. I felt his ass cheeks clench as he held back that final release. Wet slurping filled the room as I devoured him. I sucked, then licked, then sucked again. I cupped his heavy balls kneading them gently; and then I sucked those twin globes into my mouth. Through it all of it, he gurgled and mewled with raw pleasure; but he also held back. Most men would have blown their load within five minutes; but with the restraint of a titan he held back. I wanted his cum, badly; and I wanted it down my throat. And that is odd, because I have never been much at swallowing for a blowjob. But him; God I couldn't wait to drink him down. I kneaded his balls, and sucked gently on the tip, feeling him quiver; he was getting close. Then; I groaned as he pulled my head back and began to ease me back onto the bed. My breasts jutted up as I lay on my back. Oh My God, I suddenly realized I was totally nude. He had done it again. While I was focused on pleasing him; somehow he had removed every stitch of clothing I had. I knew I had to have shifted to help, but I honestly don't remember a damn thing. I opened my arms to him welcoming him into my embrace. I knew what he wanted, I could feel it in my core. That first load, was not for my mouth; it was for US. I reached down between our bodies, my slender hand gripping that thick rod. I felt the head nudge against my soaked lips. "I only wish" I whispered, holding him there. "I could see your eyes." I said softly. I felt him shift above me; he was reaching to the side of the bed. With a click, the bedside lamp came on. The sudden brightness making me blink and squeeze my eyes. As my vision slowly cleared, I looked up into the eyes of this wonderful man. "Eric" I gasped; and then his hips shifted and I felt heaven between my thighs as he slid in. Oh God, he didn't ram in; he didn't shove; he just glided in. Inch by inch he went in; smooth and deep. I felt my walls evenly stretching to meet him as he filled me. The excitement that had built over the last five days; hit home deep in my belly. "Oh Godddddd" I moaned under my son as my body convulsed. My hands shot up, my nails digging into his strong biceps, even as he just continued to slide deeper. I could feel my hot juices gush out to coat his cock and balls. "Cum on me mom" Eric whispered above me. It was that same wonderful baritone voice; and it drove my mind insane. How do you reconcile the words mom and cum in the same sentence? I couldn't, but I could reconcile the sheer pleasure as he began to move. He wasn't hurried; there wasn't slam bam thank you. They were slow, measured, deep strokes; and I felt a second wave roll outward from between my thighs. "Oh Jesus" I gasped as a second gush of warm fluids flooded the bed. Twice, we had been making love less than five minutes and he had made me cum twice. I could feel his cock throb along my walls, God only knew how he was holding back. I stared up into those eyes and damn near lost myself. "Why?" I gasped as he drove deep. "Because I love you" he couldn't have made a more perfect response. "How...long" I moaned between strokes. "Forever" Eric whispered and leaned his head down. His lips brushed mine and I could feel it, the intensity wasn't just me. Love melded into that kiss beyond what I had ever dreamed. When he raised his head, there was a fire in his eyes, burning bright. What was he up too? "Oh fuckkkk" I hissed out in one breath, as he drove deeper into me. He was up on his arms now, towering over me; his hips powering in and out. That delicious cock was scraping along my swollen lips, and I could feel every vein pulse. "Oh God...fuck me...fuck me Eric...don't ever stop...oh shit...oh my fucking God..." I babbled. My legs came up and wrapped around his waist, my heels drumming on his ass as he owned my body. There wasn't an ounce of aggression is his movements, just sheer power and raw lust. I could hear wet sucking sounds when he pulled back, my dripping pussy trying to hold him in. Followed by that wet squelch when he slid back in, driving my hot fluids out to drip down the crack of my ass. I felt that knot start low and deep in my belly, I knew he was going to bring me to a third orgasm, and I waited for it. Just as it started to rear up, he shifted. His hips moved almost side to side, scraping my walls; creating an entirely new sensation tearing through my body. "Ohhhhhhhhhh" I moaned as ripples spread through my thighs. What had been building, suddenly dropped down a notch; then started rising again with the new sensations. Suddenly Eric shifted again, this time pulling his body even higher. The first stroke out I felt his thick shaft literally drag the length of my sensitive clit. "Fuuuckkkkkkkkk" I grabbed at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. "Oh my God...Oh My God" I could hear myself moaning over and over as a whole new set of sensations tore through me. "What...are you...doing...to me" I grunted up at him. Eric lowered his head until his forehead barely touched mine, his eye boring into mine. "I'm fucking my mother" his voice was deep and steady. "Unnnghhhhhhhhhhh" I groaned at the obscenity of his words. "And she's so fucking tight on my cock" his hot breath washed over my face. "Errriccccccccc" I almost screamed as her brought me higher. I could smell our sex hanging in the air; the wet sounds of skin slapping on skin. God I wanted to cum; so much my belly ached. I could feel myself climbing, higher and higher. It was staring me in the face. Then, I squealed as Eric suddenly tipped to his side, pulling me with him. In one fluid motion he rolled us. Suddenly I found myself sitting astride him, his thick cock buried to the root up inside me. "Fuck me" his sweet baritone commanded me. And I did just that. I dug my nails into his chest, as I slid my legs along his sides. Rising up, I drove my body back down onto his; feeling that huge cock drive so deep inside me I screamed. "Yeessssssssssssssssss" I wailed. "Fucking my son...so good...so good." I was beyond control. I rode up and down, harder and harder. I set the tempo, I set the depth; this one was one hundred percent mine. And with it; came that light I had seen lying on my back as he feasted on me. "Eric...Eric...Eric..." I chanted as I fucked up and down. I looked down at him with a glow in my eyes; as I raced towards that cliff. I had never wanted to cum so badly in my life; and I drove myself to it. Sweat dripped between my breasts as they bounced; my hair matted to my forehead and I stared down at my son. Cream dripped out of me, matting into his pubic hair. I could feel the walls of my pussy stretch every time I drove down onto him; God he was big and I loved it; I had never felt so full before. The entire world outside that hotel room was forgotten as I ravished him. I used his body for my pleasure, as he lay under me. His hands were roaming my skin, cupping my breasts and kneading my hips. He never made a move to change the pace; that was for me and I knew it. I began to pick up the pace, slamming myself down harder. I heard a soft grunt from his lips as I ground my clit into his pelvis. I looked down into his eyes, and made a mistake. "I'm going to cum" I half growled. "I'm going to cum all over my sons cock." I told him. The most wicked smile curled on his lips; his hand resting on my hips. What was he thinking? I squealed again as he quickly flipped our coupled bodies back over; until I landed on my back with a soft grunt. "No...no...so closeeeee" I groaned in agony. "Not yet" his baritone voice captivated me. I had one leg stretched out on the bed, half tilted on my side as he lifted my other leg to lay it on his shoulder. Like the handles of a scissor I was spread wide open for him. He reared up on his knees, and sawed that huge cock in and out of my obscenely spread wide pussy. I was totally open, totally under his control as my body shook and trembled. It was a strange sensation to lie there totally exposed to this man. And yet not feel dominated. I reached up and rested one hand on his broad chest. "Fuck me Eric" I whispered hoarsely as I gave myself to him. And God did he ever. That knot hung in my belly as his hips took over. That thick pole scraped along my walls and lips as he slid in and out. I gurgled as his shaft dragged along my clit at this angle. It was totally new, and all-encompassing as he pounded down into me. Now his hips lunged harder...deeper. I could feel the tip of his cock putting pressure deep, almost to my cervix. I could feel my hips rising from the bed meeting his thrusts, and yet it felt like I wasn't controlling them. Looking up at my son, I saw his face for a brief moment. The sweat on his forehead, the almost grimace on his face as he struggled to hold back. Then all of that washed out as that white light flooded my eyes. Oh God, I thought...here it comes; and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it. "I'm going...to...oh fuckkkk...Ericccc...oh MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD" I babbled; ending in a piercing wail as that light slammed into me. I felt my toes curl as he held my ankle. I felt his body pressed to mine; and then...I felt him. Without missing a single stroke, that cock pulsed then jerked inside my belly. Just as every synapse in my brain short circuited; I realized he was cumming; and he was cumming at the exact same moment I was. Just as my body erupted, I felt that incredible heat filling my belly. Then; my gut literally wrenched as my cunt spasmed. "NNNNAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed at the top of my lungs. God they must have heard me three doors down the hotel hallway; and I didn't care. Nirvana rolled over my body as I flopped on the bed under my son. I was beyond coherent speech as I gurgled and whimpered through wave after wave. My hands clawed weakly at the sheets as fluids erupted to spray his belly. I knew I was squirting again, shocked this man could do this to me so easily. I dimly saw his eyes rolling back, as he grunted my name. I could feel pulse after pulse matching me for each wave. God, he must have unloaded a gallon of hot cum deep inside me. I realized then what made the perfect orgasm; it wasn't just my own pleasure, my own intensity. It was that suffusion of warmth spreading across my body; knowing WE were together. This man above me; my darling son.; one body, one mind; and God help me one orgasm. I felt his body ease down on top of me, his heaving chest pressing against my breasts. He didn't drop down like most men, he just gently lowered himself into my arms. "I love you" his soft voice filled my ear. "I love you" I gently kissed his cheek. "And...I'm IN love with you." I admitted to myself. Eric shifted to raise his head, his lips sliding across mine. Even in the passion of our kiss; I shuddered. Dear God he was buried inside me, and still hard. I could feel our mixed cream oozing out around his shaft. I knew he had just emptied all his thick virile seed into my belly; it was not something I had thought of at the moment; and quite frankly it was something WE would discuss, in the morning. "Ohhhhhhh" I moaned, as his hips gyrated in a small circle. Yes, tomorrow. Right now we had unfinished business to take care of. Like the second hot load hiding in his heavy balls. For Pics visit:---->>> https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

Title: The Prettiest Girl In School Summary: After years of wanting my step-sister. Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex When I was 9 years old, my parents divorced. I was sad about it but I was also relieved because I was so tired of hearing them argue and fight. My sister went with my mom, who moved two states away to live; they returned to my mom's parents' home for a few years before they finally got their own house. I stayed with my dad in Gainesville. Dad was a professor at UF and he was a fun parent once mom wasn't around to aggravate him. I visited with my mom and sister in the summers in North Carolina and I had fun, but I was always glad to return to Gainesville. Whenever I said "home," Gainesville is definitely what I meant. After about 6 months of being divorced, Dad started dating. Sometimes he dated young college girls who seemed kind of goofy and sometimes he dated other faculty members. Looking back on it now, I guess he dated the students just because he wanted to fuck young girls while he had the opportunity. Occasionally, he dated somebody who lived in Jacksonville or Lake City or Ocala. I think he was meeting a few of these women online. Occasionally, one of his dates would spend the night at our house. I was always asleep before they would get home but in the morning, I saw the girls coming out of Dad's bedroom, so -- back then - I guessed that they were sleeping in his bed. Now, I realize that they were sharing the bed but probably not doing much sleeping! But, back then of course, I was still a little bit innocent. So . . . when I was 14, Dad started dating this professor named Amanda Johnson. She was a funny lady and I thought she was beautiful for her age. She told me to just call her "Mandy." By that time, I was becoming very aware of the female body and how I reacted to it and I basically knew the mechanics of sex, so I had thoughts in my head about wanting to see a naked female and touch a female body and all those usual things that adolescent boys go through. Anyway, after they had been dating for about 6 months, I realized that Mandy never spent the night at our house. I asked Dad if Mandy didn't like him enough to want to stay overnight and he laughed. He explained that Mandy and he were in love with each other but Mandy could not spend the night because she had a daughter at home the same age as me and she couldn't leave the daughter alone overnight. A few weeks later, Dad said that he wanted me to go out to dinner with him and Mandy, and that Mandy's daughter would also be at dinner. They wanted us all to meet and start spending some time together. Okay, I thought, I've already got a sister so I know how to get along with girls; I'll give it a try! Friday night came and Dad and I went to Leonardo's 706 restaurant. They have great pizza! Mandy and her daughter were supposed to meet us there. We arrived first so we got a table and ordered something to drink. When Mandy walked in to Leonardo's, I was blown away. The girl with her was Allison Johnson, the hottest freshman girl at Gainesville High! Mandy always talked about "my daughter" and I didn't realize that her daughter was the girl who I fantasized about on a daily basis. Allie also instantly recognized me although I doubt that she has been fantasizing about me! "Ben! I'm so relieved it's you I'm meeting tonight!" Allie said. "I've been feeling a little bit nervous about this." "Yeah, me, too!" I responded. After a few minutes of small talk, Dad said that Allie and I could split a pizza and we quickly agreed on a Big Leo. Dad and Mandy got involved in their conversation and Allie and I started comparing notes. We didn't have any classes together this semester but we had many common friends. After talking about that, Allie whispered to me, "I think our parents want to get married!" I had never considered the possibility that something such as that might happen. I was in shock! * * * Our two families started spending more time together and I actually got comfortable talking to Allie. I had always thought that extremely beautiful girls were stuck up bitches but she didn't act that way at all. Sometimes, Mandy would bring Allie to our house and the two of us would stay at home while Dad and Mandy went out somewhere. Sometimes, they would take us with them. They always went out to cool restaurants and it was nice being treated like I was good enough to go to adult places. And I liked spending time with Allie. When Allie and I stayed at home, Dad would get us a pizza and we would watch a movie. Dad had told me to let Allie pick he movie so it was usually some romantic comedy. Sometimes those movies had nudity in them and I always felt a little bit embarrassed when there was a naked girl on the television screen. On one occasion, the guy and girl in the movie were supposed to look like they were having sex and Allie suddenly blurted out, "You know they're having sex, right? I mean . . . they might even get married and have a baby. Wouldn't that be cool?" "How do you know they're having sex?" I asked. "Have you ever had sex?" she asked me. "No, but I've seen plenty on the 'net" I responded. "Have you had sex?" She laughed. "A lot of people think I have but I've never done anything more than a guy kissed me on the lips a few times last year. But I know that when you're an adult, you want to have sex, and . . . well, I don't know it absolutely that they're doing it but they've been dating for several months and sometimes they don't come home until late and . . . when Mom leaves me here, they go back to our house because, when I go back home, I notice things like glasses in the kitchen sink that weren't there when Mom and I left the house, so they must be doing it!" "Yeah, you're probably right," I admitted. "So, what do you think about them getting married?" "Well, I like your dad and I like you. I mean, I think you would be an okay step-brother. And I guess Mom and I would move in here because your house is bigger than ours, but . . . I haven't had to share a bathroom with anyone in a long time and since it's just me and Mom at home, sometimes we just run around the house not dressed all the way and I'd kinda miss some of that freedom, but . . . Mom seems very happy with your Dad and the idea of a baby brother or sister is kinda cool and I could get used to living with you so . . . if they talk about it, I'll agree. What about you?" "Okay, well . . . your mom's a nice lady, and she's funny, and Dad seems really happy, and . . . I get the part about freedom 'cause when I get up in the mornings, I usually just walk around in my underwear before I get dressed for the day, but . . . I think you'd be a cool step-sister, so . . . I'd say yeah, too." "So . . . do you want to get this over with and make it happen sooner?" Allie asked. "Sure. Do you have a plan?" "Well, I think they're waiting to give us time to get used to each other but they're probably tired of sneaking around to sleep together, so if they came in tonight and found us on the sofa like asleep but sitting up, you know like leaning against each other, that would probably make them think we were good and they might even just spend the night here, too."  We turned on a movie and about halfway through, I heard Allie yawn. Then she slid over on the sofa so she was next to me with our bodies touching and she put her head on my shoulder. I don't remember drifting off to sleep but the next think that happened was Dad and Mandy waking us up and they were both smiling. But . . . Mandy and Allie went home. * * * Allie reported to me that she suggested to her mom that, the next time, they just spend the night at our house. Apparently, Mandy and Dad talked about it and decided that they would take the suggestion. We had three bedrooms and the third bedroom was a fully functioning bedroom because that's where my sister stayed when she came to visit us. On Friday night, Mandy and Allie came over about 7 pm, Mandy had stopped and picked up a pizza to go, and they got us situated and then left. Allie put her overnight bag in the third bedroom and came back downstairs to eat. Allie told me that she had brought a swim suit with her so we could go in the pool after dinner. It was August and it was still light and very warm until about 8:30 pm. We both went upstairs to change. Allie had not been upstairs in our house very much so she realized for the first time that the two bedrooms were Jack and Jill style, with a shared bathroom between the two bedrooms. Both of the bathroom doors were open so we could see from one bedroom into the other. There really wasn't any reason to keep the doors closed when it was just Dad and me in the house. We were standing in "her" bedroom and she said, "Okay, I'm gonna change now, so shoo, but you can leave the door open so we can talk . . . just don't peak!" As much as I had fantasized about wanting to see a naked girl, I clearly understood how horribly that would mess things up, so I was a good boy. I went to my bedroom and changed into my swimsuit. As I was pulling it up, Allie walked into my bedroom. "I told Mom that we might go swimming but I didn't tell her which swimsuit I was bringing, so . . . don't say anything to her or your Dad about what I'm wearing, okay?" As soon as I heard those words, I looked up and saw that Allie was in a very revealing bikini. The top had two triangles that covered her small but developing boobs and the rest of the top was just string. The bottom had an equally small triangle that covered her lady parts and, in the back, it was close to being a thong. "This is the most comfortable bikini I have but Mom said I could get it only if I didn't wear it around anyone else. She thinks it's too revealing but . . . I can trust you, right?" "Well, yeah, I mean . . . you are definitely a hot girl and I know a lot of guys who would like to be here right now but . . . you're gonna be my step-sister and, uh . . . we can't mess things up here, so . . . yeah, you can trust me, but . . . can I trust you?" I teased her. "Well, you're a hot guy and you look real good in your swim suit but, yeah, we can't mess anything up, so . . . let's go get in the pool." We went out and jumped in the pool. We played and splashed and had a good time. We occasionally had moments where our bodies touched; I don't know if she didn't notice or she didn't care, but neither of us seemed to be too concerned about that. We finally got out of the pool and Allie said, "Well, that was a lot of fun! I'm gonna go get a shower." I stayed downstairs while she went upstairs and showered. She came downstairs wearing a bathrobe so I assumed that she was dressed for bed. I then showered, put on a pair of boxers and gym shorts, and went back downstairs. Allie and I watched a movie and we decided it was bedtime. We went upstairs and each went into our respective bedrooms. Both bathroom doors were open so, a minute later, I heard Allie announce, "Knock, knock." When I looked up, she had removed her bathrobe and all I saw was a tee shirt that came down just far enough that I couldn't see her panties or whatever she was wearing beneath the tee shirt. "Hey, you know, at one point, I was a little bit concerned about our folks getting married and all of us living together but . . . now I think it would work out great and I hope it happens soon. And I hope you feel the same way." "Yeah, you're a lot more fun than my real sister and, uh . . . it's just that, uh, you're just so hot that, uh . . . you know, like, when I see you in a bikini, it just makes me feel, like . . . I guess you know what I'm trying to say." Allie looked at me and simply replied, "I think you're cute, too. Good night!" And with that said, she turned and went back to her bedroom. I had some difficulty falling asleep that night. * * * The overnight visits continued for several weekends and then they turned into Friday and Saturday night visits every weekend. I loved spending time with Allie and it seemed that she loved spending time with me. Within another three or four months, Dad and Mandy made the big announcement that they were going to get married. At that point, Allie wasn't shocked and neither was I. Dad and Mandy were happy. Allie and I were happy. We were all happy. It took another eight months before the wedding actually happened. A few months before the wedding, Mandy and Allie moved into our house, as I had expected, and Mandy put her house on the real estate market.  Having Mandy and Allie in the house constantly was a mostly good thing. Mandy was a stricter housekeeper than was my dad or my mom, so I had to keep my room looking neat. I also got the chore of cutting the grass and Allie was responsible for keeping the pool clean.  Mandy was a great cook and she was teaching Allie how to cook. We had excellent meals on the weekends when Mandy had time to cook. Allie and I enjoyed it when we got time alone and we were quickly becoming best friends. The wedding was a big event in Gainesville and there were probably more than 200 people in attendance. By this time, Allie and I had both turned 16 and we were juniors in high school. She and I were friends but neither of us had dated anyone else. We were each other's date at the wedding reception. We sat and ate together, we danced a few songs, and Dad and Mandy actually let us each have a glass of champagne for the toast to the bride. Mandy's mom stayed with us while Dad and Mandy went on their honeymoon. * * * I was a good student and usually on the A-B honor roll at school. Allie was an equally good student but her interests were different from mine. I was a typical STEM guy while Allie favored the humanities and foreign languages. She was fairly fluent in both French and Spanish and she also played piano. There was an unspoken tension between us. I think we were both aware of having some attraction to each other but we both knew that we couldn't do anything about our attraction. Eventually, Allie started dating and I did, too, but our dating was very casual. Although we were best friends, we knew that discussing our dating would be a mistake so we avoided the topic. When we graduated high school, I was still a virgin and, to the best of my knowledge, Allie was still a virgin too. We had both always said that we wanted to attend UF and we had both applied and been accepted. Dad and Mandy both said that they wanted us to live on campus for our first few years because that was part of the process that they both said would help us to mature. I suspected that Dad and Mandy wanted to be free to have sex in the pool or in front of the fireplace and having us both out of the house would make their lives a bit easier. So, Allie and I both moved into the dorms and started college. We went home and spent the night on most Friday nights but, otherwise, I didn't see much of Allie. We were both just very busy and were spending time with other friends and learning how to blend into college life. At the end of our freshman year, Allie surprised me when she announced that she had a boyfriend. Announcing that she had a boyfriend meant that she had a serious boyfriend. I wasn't very happy about it but what could I say other than "Congratulations?" I was also dating, though not seriously. Most freshman and sophomore girls were not looking for a serious relationship but they were certainly eager to have sex. I quickly lost my virginity and had sex with three different girls the first year of college. We both decided to stay in school for the summer semester and to stay in the dorms. That would allow both of us to take a lighter course load during the remainder of the next year and we would have time for part-time jobs. Of course, we still went home on Friday nights but sometimes, Allie had a date with Mr. Wonderful and she skipped our weekly reunions. I felt like we had started drifting apart and I wasn't sure whether that was a good thing. * * * At Christmas of our sophomore year, Dad and Mandy had an announcement for us. He was being considered for a position as dean of the engineering school . . . at the University of Indiana! If he got the job, he had been promised that Mandy would be offered a position at UI comparable to her current position at UF. Finally, if he got the position, he and Mandy would be moving in July. "Are you expecting me to transfer to Indiana for my last two years of school?" I asked. "Yeah, and what about me?" asked Allie. "No, we don't expect that at all. Of course, if you want to transfer, you can, but . . . no, we don't expect it. This is your hometown -- both of you -- we know that and we both anticipate that you would both want to stay here." "So, would you sell the house?" I asked. "No, not necessarily. You know, we had talked about you and Allie both living in apartments for your last two years of college. If you're interested, it would be cheaper for us to keep the house and for you two to live here. At least we'd still be building some equity in an investment instead of just wasting money on rent. But . . . Ben, you're going to need to become the man of the house and assume the responsibility for all home maintenance. Think you're up to it?" "Hell yeah! You teach and I'll learn," I responded. "When do you find out if you got the job," I asked. "I should know by the end of January. You know, Mandy and I aren't eager to leave Gainesville and especially the two of you but this is a huge opportunity for me. Allie, you haven't said much. What do you think about moving back into the Thornehill?" "I'm getting a bit tired of the dorms, this is a great house, and Ben is the best roommate I could ever have. But . . . I'll be sorry to see you two leave." * * * A month later, Allie and I were both home on a Friday night when we got the big announcement. Dad had been offered the job at IU and of course he had accepted it. We decided that I should move back home as soon as possible so that Dad could show me everything that I would need to know about the house. Allie decided to stay in the dorm until the end of the semester. A new chapter was about to begin in our lives.  * * *  About three weeks later, Allie came home on a Friday night around 7 pm. She seemed to be rather subdued and maybe withdrawn but I thought maybe she was just tired. "Hey, where's my mom and your dad?" she asked as she entered the house. "They're at Dad's annual department dinner. This is his last dinner and they were going to be doing some tribute to him so it's a big deal. They'll be home later." "Is the heater on the pool turned on?" she asked. Gainesville is not Miami and winters can be relatively cold by Florida standards. "No, and it would take hours to get it warm enough for swimming, but the hot tub can be ready in about thirty minutes if you're interested in getting a warm soak." "Yeah, that may be just what I need . . . that, and a good Margarita. Do the folks have any tequila in the bar?" "I don't think so, but I've got a friend who's working at Discount tonight. I could run over there and pick up a bottle, and the mixer. Be right back," I said as I got up and headed towards the garage. Fortunately, "Johnny My Man" was working the cash register at Discount and I could get the goods without showing any ID. It was only a five minute drive from the house so I was back home in less than fifteen minutes. Allie had turned on the hot tub and we were waiting for it to come up to temperature.  "Hey, you didn't say whether you had eaten so I assumed you hadn't and I stopped and got a couple of tacos, too." "Thanks, Ben. You're the best!" Allie started eating her tacos as I mixed a pitcher of Margaritas. I poured her a small drink and set it down where she was eating. Apparently, she was hungry and thirsty as both tacos and the Margarita were soon gone. "I'm gonna go change into my bikini," she said.  As she turned to go upstairs, I responded, "I'll be right behind you." When I walked in to my bedroom, the door into the bathroom was open and Allie was in there getting changed. I didn't walk in to sneak a peek but I wondered why she had left the door open. Since she was in the bathroom changing, I would need to lean into the bathroom to grab the door and shut it. Instead, I just left it and started changing out of my clothes in the bedroom. As I pulled up my swimsuit, Allie walked in. "Remember this?" she asked. "I wore this the first time I came over and we went in the pool and I remember Mom thinking it was so risqué!" She laughed. "I also remember that it got a rise out of you," she added, and then grinned. "And it still fits!" I added. "It looks as spectacular on you now as it did back then. Maybe even more spectacular since you've grown a bit in the right places." "I haven't grown that much, Ben. I was 34A when I was 14 and I'm 34B now. Yeah, I guess maybe I looked hot for a 14 year old girl but the problem is that I'm 19 years old and 34B doesn't exactly hold anybody's attention anymore. I've got the smallest boobs at the entire university!" I decided to not respond to that last comment immediately. "Let's grab a couple of towels and off we go!" I said. In the kitchen, we stopped to pour two more Margaritas and we headed out to the hot tub. I got the lid off and quickly settled in. The water felt very cozy. I set our drinks in the drink holder and I watched Allie climb in. We sat next to each other and were surrounded by the darkness of the winter night. I had turned off the outside lights so that we could better see the stars and the meteor shower that would happen sometime during the night. I had also turned off the interior light for the hot tub. There was just enough light for us to see each other and our drinks. We made small talk for a few minutes and finished our drinks. After two drinks, Allie was slightly tipsy but she asked for one more so I went back in the kitchen and got a last round for us. As soon as I returned, she took a sip and I had the idea she really wanted to get inebriated tonight. Since we were safely at home, I thought it was okay to let her do what she wanted but I also suspected something was wrong. "Are you drinking to forget your troubles?" I asked. "Very perceptive of you, Mister Ben. Do you also know what the problem is?" "I am going to take a wild guess and say that there is a problem between you and young Mr. Fuckface." "That fond of him, are you?" she laughed.  "Okay, perhaps I'm being a bit too harsh on him. I'll be kinder. Is there a problem between you and young Mr. Shithead?" "Right, again, oh Wise One! . . . Wanna guess at what the specific problem is?"  "Uh, let me see . . . uh . . . either he doesn't have shit for brains, or actually he does have shit for brains. Which one is it?" "Well, it doesn't really matter now because he is the former Mr. Fuckface or Mr. Shithead. We broke earlier this week." And then she fell silent. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards me. I reached down and found her hand and grasped it firmly. "Wanna talk about it?" "Can you handle hearing the details? I don't wanna tell you more than you wanna hear." "I'm a big boy. I can handle it. I'll tell you if it gets too intense." "Okay, well . . . here goes. When we met, I thought Ron was a wonderful guy. He was attentive to me, intelligent, patient, affectionate but not demanding . . . pretty much everything I was looking for. You know when I started college, I was still a virgin but that changed after I met him. He didn't pressure me, he was patient, and it was something that I wanted to do. So we had sex and I thought it was over-the-moon great. And he said it was great for him, too." "So we kept dating and it wasn't like we had sex every time we got together but we started having sex on a regular basis. Since I was a virgin before I met him, there was a lot for me to learn. Watching porn isn't much of a substitute for actually knowing about sex, but I was willing to learn and I never said no. If he wanted me to do something, whatever it was, I tried it at least once. . . . I hope that's not TMI." "I had him meet Mom and your dad, he met my friends, I tried to make him feel important . . . but I never met his friends and his family doesn't live around here. And then there were times that he would say that he couldn't see me and . . . I started getting suspicious." "So . . . two weeks ago, we were together and I decided to talk to him about whether he sees us as a serious relationship and why he wasn't available sometimes. At first, he got mad that I even wanted to have a conversation, and then he said, 'okay, I'll tell you but you won't want to hear it.' And I told him to bring it on." "So, he tells me that the sex with me is rather boring and it 's not enough to keep him satisfied so he has another girlfriend who he says is much better at everything she does and she has real tits, not baby boobs. He said he was tired of fucking a girl who looks like she's 14 years old." "He knows that I'm kinda sensitive about having small boobs and he said that just to make me feel awful so I decided that I didn't have any future with him and I told him that I hope she gives him herpes and I hope her boobs fall off!" "As soon as I walked away from him, I blocked his number on my phone, I blocked him on all social media and I haven't heard from him since then. So, since then, I've been feeling sorry for myself and my little tits." I remained silent for a few minutes and then I responded. "Wow, that's a hell of a lot to take in all at once. So, here's what I honestly think about all of that, whether you wanna hear it or not. First, he is obviously a player and not a guy for a serious relationship and you're much better off getting rid of him. He doesn't deserve someone like you." "Second, you gave him your best effort and maybe you should have made a better choice for a partner but that's something you only learn with experience. I can't say that I have done very well in that regard, myself." "Third, I can't imagine sex with a girl like you being boring. You're sweet and your beautiful and you said you were willing and eager to please him and do whatever he requested, so how could that be boring?" "Finally, you don't have tiny titties and you don't look like a 14 year old girl. True enough, you don't have big boobs but a lot of guys don't like big boobs and you look like a woman. If you weren't my sister . . . well, a lot of guys would be happy to have you share their bed!" "Ben, I appreciate the fact that you are being supportive of me and I love you so much, but Mr. Fuckface actually saw my boobs and he's a guy who was actually available to me. You haven't seen my boobs and you aren't available so your opinion isn't really helping me right now." What could I say? I don't think she really wanted me to say anything, so I just put my arm around her and held her tightly. After a few moments of silence, I whispered in her ear, "If I wasn't your brother, I'd show you just how wrong that idiot is!" The next pause lasted almost forever, and then she said, "Ben, you're so sweet, but . . ." Allie stood up and looked me straight in the eyes for a minute, then she reached behind her back, unfastened her bikini, pulled it away from her body and tossed it onto the edge of the hot tub. My eyes had accommodated to the dim light, so I could see her boobs fairly well. Her boobs were small and they did look like 34B's but they looked absolutely perfect on her. Allie was not a tall girl and 34B was quite proportionate for her frame. Her boobs were pert, perky, and beautiful. Her nipples were both hard but I didn't know if that was because of the cold air, sexual arousal, or both. I was in absolute awe of her beauty. "Allie, you are absolutely the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You are stunningly beautiful and I'd be happy to have you as my partner if . . .." She then approached me and sat down in my lap, facing me, straddling my legs with her knees. She put her arms around my neck, looked into my eyes, and then kissed me. She kissed me on the lips and it was not an innocent kiss. It was a kiss that said, "I want you." As she kissed me, I put my arms around her and held her tight. I slid my left hand down her back until I reached the top of her bikini. I slid my fingers beneath the elastic on the waistband and reached down into her bikini until I felt her butt crack. I cupped her ass with my hand and pulled her towards me. When she broke from our kiss and straightened her torso, I leaned forward and placed my lips on her left nipple. I began licking and sucking and felt as if I had reached heaven. Her nipples felt wonderful and she quickly began getting aroused. I placed my right hand against the crotch of her bikini and she began to hump my hand. "Oh, fuck me, Ben. Fuck me! I wanna feel you cum inside me."  "You can cum now, but my dad and your mom might be home soon. We have plenty of time later tonight." "You're right," she said. "I wouldn't want Mom to walk up and see me naked bobbing up and down on your dick." She pulled away and reached over for her bikini top. She got herself looking presentable again and, about thirty seconds later, we heard Dad and Mandy approaching the hot tub.  "Hey, kiddo, glad to see you here tonight. We went to Brad's annual department dinner tonight and they walked a lot about how much they were going to miss him. It was very touching." "We were just getting ready to get out and come inside." "Okay. Good. It's too cold to stand around talking out here. See you inside in a few minutes." We exited the hot tub and I told Allie to wrap up in a towel and go inside and I would secure the hot tub lid. By the time I got inside, Allie had changed into her night clothes and bathrobe and was downstairs talking to the parents. I heard her saying something about moving back home before the semester was over and her mom responding that would give them more time together before moving to Indiana. I changed into my bed clothes as well and put on a bathrobe to go downstairs. It was only 10 o'clock and Mandy found a movie on Netflix that she and Allie started watching, then Dad and I sat down and joined them. It was a comedy and that was just what we needed. When the movie ended around 11:45 pm, Mandy and Dad excused themselves and retired to the master suite. The master suite was in the first floor of the house and on the opposite side from where our bedrooms were located so we all had absolute privacy.  Allie and I had both developed the habit of locking our bedroom doors at night so, as long as we didn't make excessive noise, we could do whatever we wanted in our bedrooms and we would never be discovered. I got into my bed - a queen size bed - wearing just my boxers and I turned off the light. I was on my side, facing the bathroom door. Allie was in her room doing something and then her light was turned out. All that remained was the night light in the bathroom. I saw Allie standing in the doorway and then she approached the bed. "Is there room in there for one more?" she asked. "There's room for you," I answered, as I pulled down the sheets for her. She got into bed and was on her side, with her back towards me. When I put my right arm around her, I realized that she was wearing only her panties. I brought my hand to rest on her boob and her nipple got hard almost instantly. "When you showed me your boobs in the hot tub, I wanted to see if I could make you cum just by sucking on them," I said. "You're beautiful, Allie, and you have me so fucking hard!" She rolled onto her back to give me access and I lowered my lips to her right nipple while my right hand made its way to her left nipple.  I began lightly bathing her right nipple with my tongue while my right hand rolled her other nipple between my thumb and index finger. "Damn, that feels so good . . . Ben, I wanna feel your hand in my panties!" she said. I was happy to oblige. "I love the taste of your boobs," I said as I lowered my right hand from her boob, down her abdomen, to the top of her panties, beneath the elastic, and then lower still until I encountered her hairless pussy lips. I had assumed that, like most college girls, she shaved her pussy but I was glad to confirm that fact. It makes licking her honey hole so much more pleasant!  I dipped my middle finger about an inch lower and found that Allie was very wet. As soon as I had my finger coated in her pussy juice, I pulled it back upwards until I felt the little nubbin that I knew would take her to the height of ecstasy. "Oh, yeah! Suck my little titty. Finger my clit. I wanna cum for you!" I was very happy to honor that request. I began tracing circles around her clit, clockwise and then counterclockwise, then up and down, then sideways, and then back to circles. "I wanna hear you cum while I'm fingering you and then I wanna hear you cum while I lick your pussy, then I wanna hear you cum while I fuck your pussy!" After I finished saying that, I began sucking on her nipple. I moved my finger inside of her pussy and found her G-spot and stroke it a few times before I returned it to her clit. "I'm so close!" she moaned, and I could hear the desperation in her voice. "I need to cum so bad!" As I continued fingering her clit, I knew she was about to explode. I didn't want her to make too much noise so I pulled my lips away from her boob and put my mouth over hers. I immediately felt her tongue in my mouth and I returned the kiss with equal passion and fervor. Then I felt her body starting to get rigid. "I'm . . . cumming . . . I'm cumming," she exclaimed and I felt her pussy clamping down on my finger when I tried to reach her G-spot again. "Stop!" she demanded. "Too . . . sensitive. Ohh!" I stopped my ministrations and just put my arms around her as she came down from her sexual high. When she finally was relaxed enough to speak, she said, "Holy moly, I've never cum that hard in my life! . . . Can we do that again . . . real soon?" I laughed and told her, "I promised you that I would make you cum with my tongue and that's next . . . whenever you're ready." She turned to face me and, momentarily, she looked serious instead of aroused. "Hey, that felt great, and I'm sure that everything else we do will feel great, but you know I want more than just sex, right? I mean . . . I've been in love with you since forever and this feels so . . . right!" "Yeah, I know what you want and I want the same thing. I'm tired of pretending that I don't want you. This will be a whole lot easier once Dad and Mandy are in Indiana. So, we may need to put on an act for a few months but after they're gone, no acting!" We stayed motionless for a minute or two, arms around each other, and no cares other than caring for each other. All of the years of sexual tension and frustration were resolved and the woman of my dreams was in my bed. After a few minutes of saying nothing, I reached down and started tugging at her panties. "Okay, I can take a hint!" she joked as she reached down to remove her last remaining article of clothing. "No, I wanna do that," I said. "Just lift up your hips for me." I sat up and pulled the sheets back so that I could see. I grabbed her panties on each side and she lifted her hips so I could pull those panties down and reveal her hidden treasure.  She was wearing a pair of very lacy white panties that suggested innocence. I knew that she was not a virgin but I still thought of her as an innocent girl and that made my attraction to her even stronger. I pulled her panties down slowly. As her pussy came into view, I saw that she was shaved and hairless -- as I already knew -- and her inner lips were truly inner lips, not protruding at all. Externally, her pussy was a very simple slit and, as soon as I saw it, I wanted to have my mouth on her. I wanted to taste her juices and I wanted to hear her moan in ecstasy as I brought her to the climax of arousal. "Hey, mister, what about those boxers?" she asked. I quickly had them removed and the two of us were together, completely naked, for the first time ever. I turned so that I could lower my head between her two legs and I straddled her as I placed a hand behind each thigh and gently pulled her legs apart. I found the object of my desire and started licking on her beautiful pussy lips. I lowered my hands so that each one was holding one of her butt cheeks.  I remembered that a previous girlfriend had gone wild when I was in the same position and pulled her butt cheeks apart. I gently pulled Allie's cheeks apart and I could faintly see her butthole but I didn't want to touch it for now. While I was licking towards Allie's clit, she grabbed by hard dick and pulled it towards her mouth. When I felt her lips touch my dick, I was afraid that I would start cumming right then but I avoided that. While I licked her clit, I pushed my right index finger into her pussy and again found that spongy area. While I licked her clit up and down, I again finger fucked her pussy and it wasn't long before I felt her body going stiff and her breathing becoming ragged. "Oh fuck yeah . . . oh fuck yeah!" she moaned as she was overcome with waves of paroxysmal delight. "No, no!" she warned, letting me know that she had again become hypersensitive and needed me to stop licking and finger fucking. I climbed off of her, turned around, and again settled down beside her. She was still breathing rapidly and needed a few minutes to catch her breath. "Holy fuck!" she exclaimed. "Once more and I might pass out." "You wanna wait and finish this later?" I asked, hoping like hell that the answer would be a resounding "no." "No, but I don't think I need any more foreplay. I'm more than wet . . . and ready." She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my meat. It didn't take much encouragement for me to get hard as a rock. "Okay, uh . . . by the way, I've been on birth control pills for three years now, so it's okay to cum inside me. And that's what I really need. I want you inside me . . . now!" I got on top of her and she spread her legs apart. My dick was near her entrance and she guided me in as I pushed forward. After two orgasms, it wasn't difficult to penetrate her but she was still tight once I was in. Allie's pussy felt like a hand squeezing my dick. Every movement made me want to fill her with my cum. "Allie, you feel so incredible. You're everything that I ever wanted." I started thrusting inside her and I knew I wouldn't last long. As I pushed forward, my chest hairs were brushing against her nipples and making her aroused in one more way. With every push forward, I heard her moan and I felt the pressure building inside of me. I knew I would be cumming in just a few seconds and that I would be cumming in the beautiful step-sister I had wanted for so long. "I'm so close, Ben! Cum in me!" "I'm close, too!" I moaned. "So close . . .." I felt that pressure peaking and everything pushing its way forward, rushing to escape, longing to be released and deposited into her waiting pussy. "Oh . . . now!" I said as I felt my body begin to spurt my seed into her. She tensed and locked her heels together behind my back, holding me tightly in place as I emptied my semen into her warm and wet pussy. After releasing ten or twelve jets of cum in her pussy, my spurting subsided and I stopped thrusting, trying to catch my breath.  "Stay inside me for a minute, okay?" she asked. I think I would have stayed inside her for an hour if she had requested but one or two minutes was probably more reasonable.  "You're the one I always wanted," Allie said. "Nobody else. I hope you feel the same way." "I was always afraid that I couldn't have you but I always wanted you. We're not related by blood and there's nothing illegal about us being together but I don't know how my dad and your mom would feel about this. I guess we'll find out eventually 'cause I can't imagine being with anyone else but you." I waited a few more seconds and then pulled out and rolled over beside her. "I wanna sleep with you tonight," she said. "Both bedroom doors are locked so they'll never know." "I wouldn't have it any other way," I replied. "Every night. Together. Always." We got up, peed, cleaned up, and got back in bed. We spooned together and I put my arms around her as we drifted off to sleep. This was the first night that we slept together and it was absolutely the best night of my life. For pics visit:---->>>https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

Title:Older Sister's Sex Toys Summary: A younger brother finds his Sister's naughty collection. Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex Like all college graduates, I had to carefully weigh my options in life.  I considered everything and eventually took my families advice to pursue higher education. But that of course raised the question of where to go. Luckily, my older sister offered me a chance to stay with her for a while to see how I enjoyed living in the city. She was 28 years old and had recently started a new job in the fashion and apparel industry. Courtney is the typical big sister. Growing up we were best friends, but whenever our parents weren't around she loved to use her 'older sibling' status to let me know she was the one in charge. She was never a pain in the ass about it, but it was obvious she loved the power to boss me around. It was always playful and never mean-spirited. The hardest part about growing up with her was how hot she she has always been. Her long blond hair and athletic body made the other boys stop and gawk whenever she walked by. It wasn't easy having friends with Courtney as your big sister - she's all my friends ever wanted to talk about when they were at my house. She had always been considered smart and mature for her age, which was great because as I got older she was always there to offer me advice for whatever I needed. Like I said, we're best friends. Older Sister's Sex Toys "If you're going to stay here, we're going to have to cover some ground rules," she stated as I put my things down. "First off, you don't get to brings friends over. Secondly, you have to clean up after yourself. I don't have time to babysit. Thirdly, and most importantly, you don't get to snoop around in my room while I'm at work, or ever." "Well I'm glad to see that some things haven't changed between us," I quipped. A smile crept over her face. "That's the way it's gotta be. I can't have a little brother ruining my mini-palace." "Is that what this is? A mini-palace?" "Don't get cute. I'm not exactly making the paycheck of a famous designer just yet. I'm working an entry level position which I was extremely lucky to nab in the first place. You have no idea how competitive the job market is around here. It's insanely brutal." I nodded while looking around her apartment. "I'm sure it is. And I wasn't trying to make a joke about your new place. You did a great job. If I had known your interior design skills were at this caliber, I would have paid you a hundred bucks or something to fix my room years ago." She smiled again, "Thanks. Maybe I'll do something for your room once I get back home. Speaking of which, it's going to be a lot different staying here than back home. As you can see, there isn't a lot of space. It's not like we'll be down the hall from each other and we get to run around and be as loud as we want. Here, our rooms are going to be crammed up right next to each other. So be mindful of that, and I don't want to hear any complaining or whining either." "Trust me, you won't here a single complaint from me. This place is awesome. And it's just as awesome living in the downtown area where all the action is. Who knows, maybe if I get accepted into one of the law schools nearby, you might be seeing me a lot more often." *** PILLOWS & SHEETS *** It was hard to sleep that night. Spending the night in my sister's new apartment while checking out the city during the day was more than enough to keep my mind busy. I thought about the future and what was next in life. My mind was completely preoccupied, until I heard it... "Ohh..." The sound was faint and it was coming from the other room- my sister's room. Something came over me, curiosity I suppose, and I got up to put my ear against the thin wall that separated my room from my sister's. Her moans were soft and came every few seconds. She was clearly masturbating. I listened more carefully and pressed my ear harder against the wall and heard a faint buzzing sound. Not only was she masturbating, she was doing it with a vibrator of all things. Naturally, the image arose of my older sister in bed, eyes shut, moaning, using a vibrating sex toy in and out of her vagina. I was instantly aroused. I knew it was wrong and dirty, but at that point I didn't care. The moans and the vibrating noises coming from my sister's room suddenly stopped, and then I heard her get out of bed to wash herself in the bathroom.  Then I did it: for the first time in my entire life, I masturbated thinking about my sexy older sister. *** It was kind of awkward seeing her the next morning, but I didn't really care. It's not like she knew that I had fantasized about her the night before, or that I heard what she was doing with herself sexually. And in typical Courtney fashion, she was in a rush to get to work. "God, I hate being so late all the time," she fumed while fixing her outfit in front of the living room mirror. "You'll have to fix your own breakfast. Sorry, I was planning on making you eggs or something." "Don't worry about. I prefer oatmeal anyway." She smiled when she was satisfied with her appearance. "Great. I'll make it up to you when I get back later. There's a great Chinese restaurant nearby and I'll get some of that stuff you usually order. In the meantime, enjoy the city!" We waved at each other and said our goodbyes for the morning before she headed out the door. At that point, I should have been a good, well-behaved younger brother and went about my day as planned. I should have eaten my breakfast and taken a stroll around the city to see if living there was what I wanted. Unfortunately, my hormones took over and my mind went back to thinking about my masturbating sister.  'It's not like she'd ever know,' I thought to myself. The door to Courtney's room was half open and I went inside. Her room was what I expected it to be. She had the best of everything. Her closet was open and I could see all of her designer clothes neatly arranged. She had a dresser with pictures of friends and family on the mirror, and all kinds of makeup on the table. And as expected, her bed was a complete mess. It was the same growing up, with her room always nice and tidy but her bed always a mess. I looked at her sheets and thought of what it must have looked like with her masturbating on them the night before. It didn't take long to find her sex toys. They were right next to her bed, in the top drawer. It was both shocking and arousing to see all of her stuff. She had an assortment of different adult toys that would put any porn set to shame. There were different types of vibrators of all shapes, sizes and colors laid out next to each other. There was even an assortment of different portable vibrating objects that looked like they were made for women who liked to please themselves in the bathroom where they work (which is probably what my sister did since she owned a few of those).  As I marveled at her collection of sex toys, I saw it out of the corner of my eye: There was a book sloppily tucked underneath her pillow. I reached down to see what it was, only to find an old worn-out book with an illustrated cover of a naked man and woman. It was titled Stories of Love & Incest. Finding out that your smart and sexy older sister enjoys using sex toys is one thing, but finding out that she gets off on reading about incest is something else entirely. No comparison. I didn't know whether to feel even more shocked or even more turned on, but I didn't have a chance to soak in the feeling much longer as the front door unlocked and my sister came home. "I'm back. I accidentally left my phone in my room if you can believe it." I closed the drawer and shoved the book back underneath her pillow as fast as I could, and as I rushed out of her room, my sister caught me. "What the heck doing?" she asked with a skeptical look. "Didn't I make it clear that I didn't want you peeping in my room?" "I...uh...I just wanted to see what kind of view you had from your window. That's all..." Her eyebrow raised and she looked even more skeptical. "Well, you're lucky I'm running late. And I sure hope I don't find out that you've been doing creepy things like going through my panties, or whatever it is guys your age like to do." "What!? No! I promise it won't happen again." *** She gave me one of those big sister "it better not happen again" looks and went inside her room to get her phone and left in a hurry.  I went about my business for the rest of the day, but of course, I couldn't stop thinking about what I found in Courtney's room. Images of her using different sex toys on herself while reading incestuous material floated through my mind. Growing up together, she had always been an avid reader of romance novels (not the dirty kind) and loved watching romantic comedies and other love stories. That day marked the second time in my life where I fantasized about her. *** EVERYONE HAS THEIR KINKS IN LIFE *** Dinner that night was quiet and awkward. The long and boring lecture I was expecting never came.  "This is great," I said as we almost finished eating. "Seriously, you always know the best places to eat." "Thanks. I knew you'd like it." "Well...thanks again..." Another long pause ensued until we finished our meals. "Look, just admit it," she finally blurted out. "You found my book and you think I'm a weirdo for reading that kind of stuff." "What book?" I replied, hoping to avoid the topic. "Don't play dumb. I'm talking about the book underneath my pillow. You didn't put it back in the right spot. I know you were looking at it before I came back home this morning." I shrugged, "It's no big deal sis. So you like reading about that sort of thing, who cares?" "I care!" she snapped, looking frustrated. "You're my little brother, you're not supposed to know this about me. God, I could barely concentrate at work today because of how humiliated I felt." "Seriously? Do you remember how many times you've walked in on me watching internet porn? I freaked out a few minutes, but then I forgot about it and moved on."  She continued giving me her frustrated look. "That's different. You're a guy, you're supposed to be doing that kind of stuff with porn." "Believe me, you're being way too hard on yourself. I mostly watch amateur videos with women in their 40's or 50's, sometimes voyeur stuff or auditions. So who cares if your interest is family porn?" "Oh god," she sighed. "Family porn!? For the record, it's called erotic literature. It most certainly is NOT porn of any kind. And I read it for the story content and the romantic aspects." I nodded. "That definitely sounds like you. Why are you telling me this anyway? If you're so upset about me knowing this about you, I would have thought that you would just avoid this topic completely." "Honestly, I don't want you thinking of me as some sort of sick pervert reading something like that. I'm a normal person, okay. I'm not a weirdo." "I never thought anything less of you. Everyone has their kinks in life." "Thanks for being so understanding," she replied in a much gentler tone. "I got that book just over a year ago as a gag gift for my birthday. One of my girlfriends thought it would be funny, and she was right, everyone laughed when I opened it. I even thought it was funny. Later that night I was bored and I couldn't sleep, so I started to read it. And honestly, I was so glad that I did. Incest stories are some of the most erotic and romantic stories I've ever read in my life..." "I think I know what you mean," I replied, cutting her off. "It sounds incredibly taboo...you know...two people having to fight certain urges for each other- feeling things they shouldn't be feeling." "Exactly. It's that whole notion of having to cross a certain line that should never be crossed. The build up of two family members having feelings for each other makes for an incredible emotional journey, and it makes the pay-off so much more rewarding." "Yeah, I'm sure those toys of yours come in handy for that, right?" I joked to lighten the mood.  Her face suddenly turned flush. Her eyes widened and her jaw nearly dropped. It became obvious to me that she had no clue that I found her sex toys. "You...you knew about that? You opened my drawer!?" "Okay, now this is getting really awkward," I quipped. "I thought you knew that I found them already." She shook her head. "I didn't. And I really wish that you hadn't mentioned that. God, can this day get any more humiliating for me?" I reached out and touched her hand. "Don't worry about it. We're all human and we all have our needs." "Okay...maybe you're right. I might be a little over dramatic about all this, which tends to happen about certain things. I mean, heck, they're stories, it's not like we've actually thought of each other like that, or our parents." "Uh...yeah, of course not," I stammered.  Her eyebrows raised, "You have?" "What, do you have super powers now and you can read my mind all of a sudden? I never said that I have. In fact, I believe I just said the opposite of that." "I may not have super powers, but I have the intuition of an older sister," she smiled. "So tell me little brother, who exactly have you thought about in our family? I bet it's our cousin Anne isn't it? She's pretty cute. Or maybe it was Mom?" "Okay, now you're going overboard with this, Courtney. I feel like I'm being harassed over here." She continued, "Come on, I'm curious. Who in our family have you thought about sexually? Maybe it was...wait a minute...it can't be...can it? Have you ever thought about me in that way?" The look she gave me showed that she had figured me out. There was no point in denying it. I couldn't if I tried.  "Just recently," I replied meekly. "I heard you moaning last night along with a faint buzzing sound, and it got me thinking about inappropriate things. It's never happened before that, honestly." "And that's why you were in my room this morning wasn't it? You wanted to see what was making that buzzing sound. It all makes sense. And to think, this whole day I thought that I was the perv, when in fact it was YOU all along," she joked. "Very funny. You're the one with the sex toys and incest book." "Touche," she nodded. "How about we call a truce? I won't mention who you think about when you jerk off, and you won't mention what you found in my room. Deal?" I reached out and extended my hand for a handshake. "That's a deal as long as you do the dishes and I won't have to pay you back for this meal." She smiled and shook my hand. "Then it's settled." *** STORIES OF LOVE AND INCEST *** She left early the next morning. Either that or I woke up late. The house was quiet, and when I left my room, I noticed that my sister's door was wide open, which was unusual because she was always big on her personal privacy. I glanced in the direction of her room to see her bed neatly made and her incestuous book placed in the middle. I assumed she left it there for me, and I was right. I walked closer and saw there was a note placed on top of it.  Hey, Thanks again for being so mature and respectful about this whole thing yesterday. I was really freaking out thinking you were going to tease me mercilessly for finding out that I read 'family porn'. Anyway, I thought about this all night and figured you might be curious as to what all the fuss is about. After all, fantasies are meant to be shared right?  The book is long, but I recommend reading stories 2,3, and 8. Those are my favorites. : ) All the best, Your big sister- Courtney xo A feeling of excitement came over me. More than anything, I was excited about the idea of us being able to continue talking about sex together. I had no idea where it was going to lead, and I didn't care as long as it kept on going. That morning, I sat down in my room and started reading her book. The second story, which she recommended, featured a father and daughter. It wasn't crude the way I expected it to be. It involved an overworked single dad who was stressed from all the pressures he faced at the law firm. He didn't have his wife to comfort him, and when his daughter came to visit from college, she felt guilty that she hadn't been around to help with the household chores and to take care of him. She knew that life had been rough on him lately, and so one night, she wore her mother's old lingerie and greeted her father in the bedroom when he came home from work. The third story involved a mother and son. The son was an adult helping his mother through a difficult emotional time in her life. She felt lonely and questioned whether she would ever find the perfect mate. She felt deeply insecure about her age, so she joined a gym and bought a new wardrobe, and she modeled herself to her son whenever he visited to get his opinion. He told her that everything she was doing was unnecessary and she was perfect the way she was. That didn't stop her from modeling new outfits for him, and she eventually realized that her own son would have erections while watching her.  And then there was the eighth story in the book. It really caught my eye because it was about a younger brother and his hopelessly romantic older sister. Valentine's Day came and she was heartbroken because the guy she planned on marrying had gotten cold feet and ended their relationship. Her younger brother was there for her. They were home alone after their parents had gone on a vacation to celebrate their 20th anniversary. Soon, the brother and sister grew closer than ever before, sharing their deepest fantasies with each other and living together as an actual couple. It wasn't long before the younger brother was there to satisfy his older sister's sexual needs, and vice versa.  *** Later that day, Courtney arrived home from work while I was sitting in the living room watching tv. She looked sharp as always. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection, and her clothes were as stylish as any model in a fashion magazine.  "Hey there," she said as came through the door. "I'm assuming you read what I left out for you." "I did actually. It was pretty interesting. It definitely wasn't what I was expecting." Her eyebrow raised, "And what exactly were you expecting? I'd really like to know. I've spent all day at work thinking about how you would react to reading it, and wondering if I made a huge mistake or not." "Frankly, I expected it to be really dirty and nasty," I replied honestly. "But it wasn't. I was surprised at how loving all the stories were." "Well the word LOVE appears in the title of the book dummy," she said with a playful older sister condescending tone. "Thanks for the free English lesson sis. I don't know what I'd do without you." "I'm just teasing. Seriously though, it was a pretty fun read wasn't it? Did you think it was erotic?" I shrugged, pretending it was no big deal. "Yeah, I guess so. I've never read anything like that before, but yeah, I thought it was good." "Oh come on. I know you well enough. You hate reading. If that book didn't knock your socks off, you would have stopped in the first few pages and wouldn't have bothered reading the rest. Besides, romance was never your thing." "Okay, okay," I nodded. "You got me. I thought the stories were surprisingly hot." "Good. I'm glad you understand why I read it. None of my friends know how much I love that book. They probably assumed I just threw it away that night. It's kind of nice to have someone to talk about this with, even if it's with my own brother." I found myself becoming slightly aroused at the notion that this would continue with my sister. It was arousing knowing that she wanted to continue discussing the taboo world of incest with me. "Just consider me a close friend if it makes you feel any better," I said with a smile. She smiled back, "Thanks friend. So tell me, what was your favorite story that you've read? I'm eager to find out what floats your boat." "I'm not sure. All the ones I've read so far are equally hot. I especially liked the ones that you recommended." "Now you're just being coy," she replied. "Come on, what was your favorite? I bet it was one of the mother/son stories wasn't it? Guys your age seem to be into that sorta thing nowadays." "Yeah, that was pretty hot," I nodded. "Number 8 really got me going though." We both quickly realized what that meant, and I quickly realized I shouldn't have said it.  A grin slowly appeared on her face. "So...my little brother enjoys brother/sister stories huh? If I remember correctly, you seemingly let it slip that you had fantasized about a certain someone in your family." "I'm kind of disturbed by how much you enjoy putting me in the hot seat," I joked. "You're living in my apartment rent free and you don't have a lot of money. How else is a big sister supposed to take advantage of her little brother?" "That's true. I might actually be better off living with Mom and Dad again." "That's no fun," she smiled. "So are you going to answer my question or what?" "What question would that be?" Her eyebrow raised. "You said the eighth story was your favorite. That's the brother and sister one. Maybe you didn't catch my subtle hints, but I want to know if you thought about me again when you read that." There was a short pause between us as we looked each other in the eyes. It was obvious that she genuinely wanted to know the answer, and that she wasn't just trying to tease me. "A little bit," I admitted. "I mean, I couldn't help it. That was the best-written story you recommended and it just so happened to be about a brother and sister. And it isn't my fault that I have a hot older sister." "Did you masturbate?" "Oh you bet I did," I said sarcastically and jokingly. "I laid down on your bed naked and stared at your pictures while I went to town on myself. It was so nasty." "I know you're trying to be playful and make light of all this, but that was kind of a creepy thing to say, even if it was a joke." I nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Sorry about that." "Anyway, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. I could really use some good food right about now. Why don't we go out to eat instead of staying here?" "I'd love to. I saw a great looking ice cream place down the street earlier, maybe we can stop by for deserts." She smiled, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were mimicking that brother/sister incest story with the whole dinner and ice cream part." "You can think whatever you want, just as long as you're paying." *** SUPER SECRET NAUGHTY COLLECTION *** It was 10 pm by the time we arrived back at her apartment. A simple dinner between siblings turned into a long walk around downtown. We talked about little things and it felt like we were lifelong friends more than anything else. By the time we got back home, we were both exhausted and headed straight to bed.  I had just used the bathroom in the hallway, and she had just grabbed a cup of water from the kitchen when we ran into each other in front of our bedrooms. She was barefoot, and wore her usual large pajama pants and white t-shirt. "Goodnight," Courtney said happily. "I'll be up early tomorrow, maybe I'll make us some fresh waffles if you're awake." My eyes briefly wandered around her braless chest before going back to her eyes. "Yeah, that sounds great sis. Goodnight to you too," I replied. "Were you just checking me out?" "Huh?" She grinned, "I know you were. I'm not stupid. You were looking me over just now." "Hey, I wouldn't call you out for looking at my privates if I walked around in nothing but underwear," I said jokingly. "So it's my fault you have a wandering eye huh? And to think, I thought this night would end on a much cleaner note." "Speaking of which, there's something I've wanted to ask you all night. Well, since yesterday actually. It might be a little inappropriate, but I think we're past that stage already." Her eyebrow raised, "What is it?" I mustered up as much courage as I could and asked, "What got you started with those sex toys in your room?" "Nope, that wasn't inappropriate at all," she said sarcastically. "We're brother and sister which means you're entitled to all of my secrets right?" "Very funny," I replied. "It was an honest question." "Why are you asking anyway? I shrugged. "I don't know. I've always been interested in girls who know what they want sexually. I mean, you don't seem like the kind of girl who would just walk into an adult store and start filling up a cart full of sex toys like you're shopping for Christmas gifts. Yet you've got a bunch of them sitting in your room- no offense. I just think it's fascinating that women can have that secret side to them." "I know what you're getting at here. It's like that old saying, 'A lady in public, a whore in the bedroom.' It's that whole 'secret slut' thing that men REALLY seem to love. Trust me, I've heard that from all the guys I've dated in my life. Men always want the same things." "Exactly!" She suddenly flashed a stern look. "You think I'm a slut and a whore?" "Really? You're going to start that with me now?" "Relax," she smiled. "I'm just pulling your leg. Come on, let me show you something." With that said, she led me inside her room where she put her cup of water down and walked over to her bed. *** Her hand rested on top of the counter and Courtney gave me a look of complete sincerity. "The first time I ever used anything on myself was with my hairbrush several years ago," she said openly. "It's fairly common I guess. Some of my girlfriends have talked about doing the same thing with their brushes." "So you were doing this stuff while we lived in the same house? AND you talked about it with your friends? That's really really hot." She nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm sure you'd think it's hotter that when I moved out here, I noticed a small sex shop a couple blocks away. I would pass by it every so often and wondered what it would be like to use an actual sex toy. One day I finally found the courage, put on a big hat and sunglasses, and then I walked inside and bought a small vibrator. Obviously I've become addicted every since." Hearing my sister's story of buying her first sex toy sent a shiver down my spine. I became aroused. My heart rate picked up. Judging by the look on my sister's face, she knew it, and she loved it. "Why are you telling me all this?" I asked. "Because you asked." "I know I asked, but why all this? You're always so private about this kind of stuff, and just the other day you seemed really uptight about me finding out about your book and your toy collection." "Fair enough. Honestly, it's because I think it's so cute that you're into this," she said with a smile. "None of my girlfriends know about my sex toys or my incestuous fantasies. Like I said before, it's fun to have someone to talk to about this, and I'm glad it's you." Courtney opened her drawer to reveal her assortment of sex toys. They looked clean and were neatly arranged in order from smallest to biggest. She continued, "So here it is, my super secret naughty collection. You're the only person I've ever shown this to. And in case you were wondering, I'll be using this one tonight..." Her fingers hovered over the different sized vibrators before she finally picked up the one she wanted. It was pink and large. "That looks pretty big," I said in a raspy voice, trying my best to hide my arousal. "It's one of my favorites- seven inches," she grinned. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get to bed. And by the looks of things, you need to get back to your room and do the same." Her eyes were looking down at the bulge in my shorts. "Umm...yeah...I'll see you tomorrow sis..." I stammered. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek before I went back to my room for the night. *** JUST LIKE IN THE STORIES *** The next morning felt like Christmas instead of Valentine's Day. I woke up with the same feelings of excitement over what was to come, but instead of presents under a tree, I was looking forward to whatever else my beautiful sister had in store for me. After I washed myself in the bathroom, I walked past her room and noticed the vibrator standing on her countertop. It had recently been washed.  Courtney was in the kitchen and I could hear and smell her cooking. She was sharply dressed as always, wearing a stylish but feminine business suit while still barefoot. "Morning sis," I said enthusiastically. "Hey there," she replied. A big smile appeared on her face when she looked at me. "What's so funny?" "Nothing...Well, it just dawned on me that we're acting like a married couple all of a sudden- you know, with how relaxed we're becoming around each other, telling each other our secrets things, and now THIS! I'm cooking you breakfast like I'm some sort of housewife." I smiled back, "Don't forget that you left your big vibrator out on the table stand for me to see." "I couldn't put it back inside the drawer while it was still wet," she replied with her trademark stern-older sister look. "I'm glad you woke up early because the food is almost ready. We'll have plenty of time to eat, and best of all, I don't have to rush to work this morning." Something came over me, a feeling I've never felt for anyone before. I walked over to her while she was in front of the stove and wrapped my arms around her. "I listened to you using the vibrator last night," I said. Her eyes stayed on the pan and she kept on stirring as if to avoid the tension between us. "Oh yeah? Maybe I was a little loud. I'll try not to let it happen again." "I don't mind. I really liked it." She turned off the stove and set the food on a nearby plate, still ignoring my arms wrapped around her.  "Really? So what did you do about it?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "What do you think I did?" She turned around and we were face to face, just an inch or two apart. "You touched yourself listening to me. That's what I think you did. Didn't you?" I nodded. "What did you think about last night? Did you read your book again?" "I did. I read that book whenever I use that particular vibrator." "Which story did you read?" I asked. She leaned forward and said in my ear, "The 8th story. The one about the brother and sister who fall in love and have rough sex in her bedroom when their parents are away." I instantly became erect hearing her say those words. We held each other tight, and she felt my bulge pressing against her body.  "You feel excited down there," she said playfully. "Any man would be excited hearing you say that. You're incredibly sexy." "That's some compliment coming from my younger brother." "So what happens next?" I asked. "Do we just let go of each other and eat breakfast and pretend like this never happened? Or do we..." Before I could finish my sentence, my older sister grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards her and we kissed. We kissed hard and passionately. We kissed like we didn't have a care in the world. It was a lot of things, and above all, it wasn't the type of kiss you would expect from an older sibling- but I loved it. "Does that answer your question?" she said after ending the kiss. "That felt amazing..." She held my hand and pulled me to her room. "Come on, we don't have any time to waste." *** We started making out heavily the moment we stood in her room. There were no inhibitions and no fear of repercussions.  "We're alone," Courtney said. "There's no one here but us. Nobody has to know about this. It's nobody's business anyway." I gave her another kiss on the lips. "I like where this is heading sis. You know, you could have cut the chase a lot sooner and professed your incestuous fantasies from the moment I started staying with you a few days ago. I wasn't into this back then, but I wouldn't have turned you down either." She gave me a stern look. "Classy women don't go around telling their secrets and spreading their legs, especially to their own brother. Besides, it's not like I had a plan to make-out with you." "I was only kidding." We kissed again briefly and our tongues wrestled in each others mouth. "I honestly wasn't expecting this, and I definitely wasn't planning on this happening," she said. "It's just one of those things." "So are we just going to stand here and kiss all morning?" I asked.  She started unbuckling her belt. "We can go a little bit further than that- I don't mind. I want you to make me feel good, just like in the stories. Nothing crude. I want this to be sweet and romantic." Our eyes were locked together as she dropped her pants and got naked from the waist down. "I would be happy to oblige," I replied. "Wonderful. Now open the drawer and pick whichever toy you want to use on me. Make it fast, I have to go to work soon." I opened the drawer as she laid on the bed before immediately closing it again. It didn't take long for me to select the freshly-washed seven-inch vibrator still standing on her countertop. Her favorite. "Good choice," she smiled. "Now get between my legs and get to work. I'm sure you'll know what to do." I was in awe of my sister's half-naked body. Her top half was still dressed in professional business attire, her hair and makeup nicely done. But her feet, calves, thighs, and crotch were all completely nude. Her legs were toned and her crotch was cleanly shaven. When I made a move towards her, she opened her legs and I got between them. "God, you're so beautiful Courtney. Your vagina looks incredible, and I can't believe how wet it is." "Of course I'm wet," she said like it was so obvious. "I've spent years getting off to incest stories, now my own brother is about to use my favorite vibrator on me. What girl wouldn't be dripping wet at the thought of that happening?" "And I thought I was the dirty one in our family," I quipped. The room was perfectly lit by the morning sunlight and I got a clear view of my sister's vagina. Her legs were spread and I could see her glistening fluids coat her pinks insides. Her labia was light brown and thin, and her clitoris looked swollen. It wasn't hard to figure out how to turn on a vibrator, and once I did, I touched the tip of it against her clit "Oh..." she gasped. "It's so much better having someone else do it. I could really get used to this." "You're telling me. I could do this every morning and not get tired of it." I pushed the vibrator deeper inside her vagina, and I watched her legs shiver. It was surreal. It was as if I had complete sexual power over her, as with every inch I inserted the sex toy deeper inside her body, the more submissive she seemed to become. Her muscles tightened and contracted, and I could hear her breathing heavy. The look on her face was a real turn on as her mouth was wide open and she breathed heavily. Her eyes were wide open, as if she couldn't believe what was happening to her, that her own brother was fucking her with her favorite vibrator. "Oh god..." she moaned again. "You're a natural at this." Hearing my sister's encouragement only gave me more confidence that I was doing the right thing. I had never used a vibrator before, let alone on a woman, but it wasn't rocket science. Once it was all the way in, I slowly pulled it out and then I slowly pushed it back in. The look on her face and her continued moaning were helpful signs that I was doing it the way she liked.  Eventually, her muscles were becoming even more stiff, and her breathing became more labored as I fucked her with the sex toy. She was on the verge of an orgasm, and I helped speed things along by rubbing my finger against her clit in a circular motion. It was my first time touching her naked body, and it was just as thrilling as using the vibrator on her. I worked my finger fast on her clitoris the way that I had done with other girls. It's something that always got the job done, and with the added help of a vibrator inside of her, there was no question that she was in store for something special. "Holy shit! Oh god! I'm about to cum...keeping doing that...keep doing it like that..." Her eyes suddenly clenched shut and her muscles tightened. She came. Her orgasm was intense and every muscle in her leg contracted. Vaginal fluids drenched her vibrator and it even flowed down her body and stained her bed sheets. When it was over, she just went limp and I turned the sex toy off. I put my hands on her thighs and rubbed them. "I take it you enjoyed that, sis." "You bet your ass I did," she replied while catching her breath. "Now that's a great fucking way for a girl to get her morning started." "What? You mean having her younger brother sexually service her with a giant vibrator?" She grabbed a pillow and playfully hit me with it. "Don't get cute mister. But seriously, that was fucking awesome. You're a natural at this." "I'm glad you think so," I replied. "So is this the extent of our new relationship? I service you like in the story?" "Yeah. I mean, you can always go to your room and jerk off afterwards. Now you'll have something nice to think about when you do it." "Is that all?" "Did you have anything else in mind?" "Kind of," I shrugged. "I'm as hard as a rock over here. Maybe you can do something to help me out." She paused and stared at me, thinking. "Maybe I'll give you a handjob or something later. But not now. I have to go to work soon and it's a real pain getting out of this jacket and blouse." "Seriously? You've got other body parts besides your hand." She raised an eyebrow. "Well, I can't give you a blowjob either because I don't want you to stain my clothes. Fine. You can go ahead and fuck me if you want. I guess it would have happened eventually." I leaned down and gave her a big kiss on the cheek and another on her lips. My shorts came off fast and so did my tshirt. I was naked and in between her legs, and she reached down to guide my cock into her wet vagina. "You still feel tight," I said as my cock slowly entered her.  "Thanks...ughh...I naturally have a tight pussy I guess... oohh.... that feels nice..." She felt wet, and incredibly warm. Her skin was soft and I slowly started to fuck my own sister. We were face to face and we looked each other in the eyes. We kissed again and I slowly began to pick up rhythm. Her hands clasped behind my neck and I really started going at it, and before long, the bed was shaking and the room filled with the lewd noises of us moaning and the bed shaking, along with wet slapping noises from our hard fucking. We lost track of time as I fucked her. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. She didn't care that she might have been late for work as she never bothered to check the clock like she always did, and neither of us cared that we were committing incest. "I'm about to cum..." I groaned. "I need to cum so bad." "Do it inside me...." she grunted. "Not yet... ughh... wait for me first... I'm going to cum again!" I felt a rush of fluids gushing out of her vagina and onto my raging hard erection. She was having her second orgasm and she squeezed me tightly with her hands and her smooth thighs. Feeling her breath heavy and her fluids gushing was more than enough to send me over the edge. My hard cock erupted inside of her and I pumped load after load of my cum inside my sister's womb.  When it was over, I collapsed on top of her and we both tried to catch our breaths. "So how did that compare to reading your stories?" I asked, still on top of her with my cock still buried in her vagina. "Night and day," she replied with a faint voice. "That was even more wild than I ever could have imagined it to be. That was easily the most intense feeling of my life. Nothing comes close to what you just gave me." "I feel the same about you. As weird as this is, it's worth it. God, can you imagine if Mom and Dad ever found out we did this?" "It will never come to that. We have to be careful about this. But in the meantime, all of this fucking and incest has left me with an appetite. I'm starving." She gave me a gentle push and I rolled off of her. "Do you think you'll need another shower first? That's a serious mess between your legs," I noted. "I could say the same about you," she replied, looking at my cum drenched cock. "But unfortunately there's no time. I'll just have to use a couple of tissues." "Well, there's no way I'm putting on my underwear with all this cum all over me. I'll take a quick shower and I'll eat later. You go ahead without me, I don't want you to be late." "Not so fast. I woke up extra early so that we can have breakfast together, and I'll be damned if we don't. I'll just to find another way to clean you up." She leaned down and took my wet flaccid cock inside of her mouth and sucked as hard as she could. Even if my cock was completely spent and exhausted, I was still able to enjoy how amazing it was to feel her mouth on me. She sucked and slurped all of my cum, and all of hers. She even licked the fluids around my crotch and balls.  "Holy shit that felt nice," I said enthusiastically. "Remind me to ask for one of those when you get back home." "Thanks. And by the way, I never really gave much thought as to where you should go to grad school, but it suddenly occurred to me that you should apply to someplace in this area. We could become roomies." "You know, I just might do that. I mean, it's a beautiful city, vibrant area, good food, and plus I've got a hot older sister with a talented mouth and a nice warm pussy, along a healthy sex drive. What else could a guy ask for in life?" She smiled, "Well if you're serious about that, then there are a few more rules around here; First, you have to sleep in my room from now on. Your hands and cock are far too talented to be left unattended in the other room. Second, clothes are no longer mandatory. In fact, nudity may become a requirement. Now, let's go eat, I'm hungry." With that said, my sister got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen for breakfast. She was still naked from the waist down and I watched her ass cheeks move as she walked away. Life was perfect. The End For pics visit:---->>>https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

Title: I found my sister stripping Ch 6 Summary: Finally moved in, they throw a housewarming party. Keywords: Fiction, Anal, Asian, Bi-sexual, Black, Blowjob, Cheating, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Female/Female, Group Sex, Hardcore, Incest, Lesbian, I spent the next week moving the girls and myself to the new house during the day, and implementing some changes at the club at night. The house was even bigger than I had thought, and even after getting everything inside, the place still looked barren. "Well, John. I truly hope you are happy here. I'd almost say this place was built just for you." Betty says as she walks through the place. The way she says it seems a little odd to me, but I soon forget as I watch her ass move in her business skirt. The girls are all in school for the fall semester, and Betty wanted to come by the house to make sure everything was in order. "It's perfect," I tell her, and look up in time not to be caught looking at her ass. By the way she smiles at me, I'm not sure I got away with it: half mischievous, half surprised. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" She asks, her brown eyes sparkling. YES! My brain yells, but my mouth forms different words. "Not unless you know a really good decorator. We have a lot more room to fill." Was that a look of disappointment in her eyes? "We are having a housewarming party tonight, and would love for you to come. And bring anyone you'd like." I tack on as an afterthought. If she didn't always seem so proper, I'd try to make a move on her. Sometimes it surprises me how far I've come from that shy boy that found my sister stripping so many months ago. "Oh, I'm not attached, if that is what you're asking." Okay, this time there is no doubt about the smile in her eyes. I decide to take a gamble, and step a little closer to her. She is almost as tall as me with her heels on, and her dark ebony skin is smooth in the early afternoon light filtering in through the windows. "No boyfriend, then? Hmm..." Before I know quite what is happening, Betty has me pressed back against the counter, her large lips mashed to mine. This was NOT the prim and proper woman I had been dealing with for the last week, but I wasn't about to complain. My arms wound around her frame, and pulled her tighter into me. Our kiss deepened as our bodies pressed hard against each other. Betty took an unexpected step back, and placed her hand over her not inconsiderable chest. I was left flailing for balance. What happened? Did my breath stink? Did I make some false move? "I'm sorry John. I'm not usually like this. I don't just..." she looked up at me, and I saw her eyes dart to the undeniable bulge in my pants, before forcefully being taken back up to my face. "Just... I don't... Awe, fuck it!" She said in a rush, and threw herself at me, kissing me like a woman starved. Her attitude had me hornier than I had been in quite some time, as I broke off the kiss to start kissing down her dark neck. She moaned as my lips brushed down her sensitive neck, and one of her hands gripped the hair at the back of my neck. I felt her other hand drop and begin to squeeze my ass. I let my own hands drop to her skirt covered hind end, and gave a squeeze of my own. Her ass filled both my hands and then some and I loved the way it felt as I rubbed and groped. "That's it, baby. Grab my ass. I really shouldn't be doing this. Oh, I like that! Oh yeah, nibble on my neck! Oh baby, you are gonna have me creaming before I get this skirt off me." I found the zipper to her skirt, and moments later it was on the floor, soon followed by my own pants. I stepped back as Betty started to undo the buttons on her blouse, admiring how her white garter belt and panties contrasted with her dark chocolate skin. She shrugged her top off, and I stood there admiring her massive tits being held in by thin white lacy fabric that simply didn't seem up to the task. It, too, soon joined the rest of the clothing on the floor. Her tits were even bigger than I had thought. They must have been seriously compressed in her bra. I judged them to easily be double D's if not triple D's. They sagged on her chest under their immense weight, but they were still firm and round. Her nipples were a deep dark shade of brown, and poking straight out. My body took over from my stunned mind, and I grabbed her, spinning us and pinning her to the counter. I kissed her madly as I mauled her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers. I had to get my lips on these monsters. Breaking the kiss, I pecked my way down her jaw line, licked along her neck, nibbled for a second on her collar bone, and finally reached the top of her firm mounds. I lifted her right nipple up to my mouth, and sucked in as much as would fit between my lips. Her moans echoed through the large kitchen. My right hand dips down under her white frilly panties and I easily find her swollen clit. I am quite surprised at how wet she already is. Her panties are soaked, and it occurs to me that she must have been leaking from nearly the time she walked through the door. She shoves me away, and I look up to her in disappointment. What did I do this time? I see her fighting inwardly with herself, and I wonder just what this sexy woman is thinking. Her eyes once again drop to my enraged cock, and I see all doubt fly from her mind. "Come with me," she moans, and grabs my hand as she runs by, nearly pulling me from my feet. She leads me to my room, and sits me on my futon. Dropping to her knees, I figure she is about to give me head, but instead she places her voluptuous breasts on both sides of my cock, and then spits on the head. She squeezes her tits around me and begins to bob her chest up and down, spitting occasionally to increase the lubrication. I can't stop from moaning as her glorious mounds caress my dick, in a brand new sensation. I begin to move my hips, and can occasionally see my head pop out from her tight cleavage. Betty notices this too, and drops her mouth down to suck in my head each time it pops out. This is starting to get to me. "Betty, I'm coming close..." I warn, and then feel her hand grip the base of my cock as she releases her tits. Her thumb digs into my urethra, blocking off any chance of cumming. "Not yet, you're not, Baby. I'm getting this beast inside of me first!" She releases my cock, and quickly hits the levers turning my futon into a bed. I collapse backwards as it falls, and Betty climbs on top of me, still wearing her white panties. Pulling the fabric at her crotch to the side, she grabs my penis and starts to rub my head against her protruding lips. I can't stop myself from thrusting my hips up as she does this, but each time I only manage to hit her clit, or slide back between her luscious cheeks. "I still can't believe I'm doing this," I think I hear her mumble, then without warning, she stops rubbing, and drops onto my lap, sinking my whole eight inches into her in one feel swoop. I groan as I feel her pussy muscles tightly around my shaft, and she screams at the feeling of being filled so fully, so suddenly. For a couple seconds, she just sits there, not moving. I can't stop myself from tightening my muscles down there, making my cock twitch inside her. A low moan escapes her lips each time I do, and when she finally looks down at me, I can see the animalistic hunger in her dark brown eyes. "Fuck me." she demands, and I am all too happy to comply. I start to move my pelvis, grasping her hips while I do. I watch in amazement as she grabs first one tit, then the other, and pulls them into her own mouth, sucking her own nipples, and moaning as she rides atop my penetrating tool. Soon her actions are frenzied, spurred on when I place my left hand at our juncture and start to press in on her clit... "Oh, baby, that feels good. I can feel you so deep. Mmm, oh, I love it. Yeah, pinch it! Pinch my clit!" She releases both of her nipples, and drops her face to mine, kissing me as I feel her pussy tighten around my cock, and her cream seeps out around it. I decide that it is about time I finally get to have mine, and I grab her ass, and start slamming into her from underneath. I can tell this is extending her orgasm, and it only takes a couple seconds, before my own is finally upon me. I slip out of her, and keep pumping against her ass cheeks, spraying my sperm onto her rump, back, and my legs. I moan into her mouth, our tongues still entwined as I empty the last of my seed on us. Betty lifts her head, and looks down at me, then down between us. As if realizing what she has just done, she jumps up and covers herself. Her breasts are too large to cover, however, and end up just spilling over and around her arms. "I am so sorry," She tells me, her back turned, and shoulders humped. "I would understand if you called my agency to complain, but please don't. I can't afford to lose my job. I don't know what came over me." The rest of her words are lost, as she buries her face in her hands, and I realize she is crying. Uncertain how we went from some great sex, to her crying, I am at a loss for words. I try to put my arms around her to comfort her, but she jerks away from me. "Don't touch me," she demands. "I practically raped you! I have NEVER been like that before. I just... I just..." The rest was lost in sobs, and this time she lets me pull her into my arms. Thinking back, she had kinda of raped me, but then again; 'You can't rape the willing,' so the old saying went. "You didn't rape me," I tell her when her sobs lighten enough that I am sure she can hear me. "Believe me, I WANTED to do it. I don't regret it at all!" She finally turns to look at me, and I can see hope in her tear stained eyes. "You..." She swallows, trying to work moisture back into her mouth. "You won't tell?" I laughed, not in derision, but in joy. "I won't if you won't!" I say, giving her my best wink. Her arms flung around me, and hugged me tight, as she kept murmuring into my chest, "Thank you, thank you, thank, you." Betty got herself cleaned up with a little help, and soon had her clothes back in order. "Thank you for pulling out," she says while we are at the door, and I can see that she is back in her prim and proper mode, "I'm not on any contraceptives." "Yeah, I don't need to get another girl pregnant right now," I say, thinking of Amber. I don't regret getting one of my girlfriends pregnant, and am actually looking forward to meeting my daughter, but would rather try to plan the next one. "So... You ARE planning on coming to the housewarming party tonight, right?" I can see her armor crack for just a moment as uncertainty creeps in. "You still want me to?" When I nod the affirmative, the uncertainty turns to relief and joy. I can't help but smile as I watch her walk to her car. She gave a little shake of her ass as she walks, then turns and smiles as she catches me grinning. I jump in the shower, deciding that I probably reek of sex. As soon as I get soap on my face, the water suddenly turns off. "What the...?" I say, trying to keep the suds out of my mouth. The curtain rips back, and I realize I am not alone. One of the girls must have come home early from their college courses. I feel a hand start to play with my cock, and despite only cumming a short while ago, the expert fingers soon have me rigid, as she slides her fingers up and down my rod. "Guess who I am without looking, and you will get a special treat," I hear a whisper, and it is just too quiet to make out the voice. I immediately discount Dixie, as this isn't something she would normally do. Or is it her, and she is expecting me to discount her? Whoever it is steps into the tub with me, and I soon feel her warm mouth kissing the head of my tool. The lips part around the tip, and with my eyes tightly closed to keep out the soap, the sensation seems to be increased. I can feel every breath, and every light touch as my cock sinks deeper into her mouth, her hand still lightly rubbing up and down my shaft. I moan as I feel her tongue swirl around the sensitive (And even more sensitive now!) rim of the head. I figure it is not Amber, as she is usually wilder, and this is more teasing. Dixie and Geo are the teasers, liking to lengthen the fun. Her free hand starts to slide up my chest, and her fingers twirl around my pecks and nipples. None of the girls have ever done this before, and I find it strangely erotic. I hear a muffled moan as my penis slides deeper into her throat. Amber likes to moan when giving me head. I am completely confused on who it might be. She pulls back, and in that same insufferably quiet whisper asks, "Who am I?" Thinking hard and fast, I give an answer. "Geo," I say, hoping and praying I am right, not only for the treat, but not wanting to upset whoever it might be. I figure it has to be her, though. Dixie is too diligent in her classes to come home early, and the touches were just too soft and gentle to be Amber. "Awe, what gave me away?" I hear the sweet sounds of my sister's voice. The water turns back on, and I am finally able to rinse the soap from my face. I open my eyes to see my beautiful, strawberry blonde, green eyed sister, naked in the shower with me. "I even tried to trick you by moaning the way Amber does when she gives you head." I can see that she is pouting a little at not winning the game, and I can only smile as I lean forward, and cupping both of her cheeks in my hands, pull her into a kiss. I gently suck her bottom lip into my mouth, and feel her melt as my tongue flicks her upper lips. I pull away, smiling as I see her discomfort at the kiss ending abruptly. "There is no mistaking my sexy sister," I lie, and brace myself against the back of the shower as she mauls me, kissing me passionately. Our tongues wrap around each others as Geo presses her delightful body against mine. Bracing my feet, I place one hand on the back of her head, fingers laced in her hair, and the other slides down to her ass. I note that it is smaller than Betty's, and can't help but smile at the comparison. I wouldn't trade my sister for the world. Geo moans into our kiss, as I squeeze her rear, and my fingers play with her hair. Her hand slips between us, and she grips my cock, rubbing it as our kiss deepens. The hand on her ass slides around her hip, and towards her front. My fingers soon find her slit, and moments later start to apply pressure to her clit. "Umpf," she grunts, breaking the kiss. She smiles at me with those dazzling green eyes of hers, and asks, "Are you ready for your treat, little brother?" Instead of answering, I quickly slide my fingers back, and slip two into her cunny. She moans as I begin to move my fingers faster and faster. "Oh, fuck! I'm supposed to give you the treat, not... Oh, fuck, that feels good!" She says, and I know I am getting her close. I lean in close to her ear and whisper, "Sis, everything about you is a treat for me." Then I nibble on her earlobe, and as expected this sends her over the edge, and she come in my hand. I have to use my spare hand to hold her up as her body convulses, squeezing the two fingers still inside her. When she finally starts to come down, she looks up at me, and I can see a familiar fire burning behind that look. "You are gonna get your treat, damnit, if I have to force your cock into my ass!" Now this WAS a treat! She hadn't let me back there, since the Viagra incident. And while she claimed she had enjoyed it, she also resolutely denied me access again. Geo quickly squirted some conditioner into her hands, then reaching behind her, shoved first one, then two fingers onto her anus. I marveled at the show I was getting. A real treat indeed! Geo used her other hand, and started rubbing her clit while she slipped a third finger into her rear. "Oh, damn, that feels good. Having my brother watch me, while I play with both my holes. Oh, this is turning me on more than I realized. I think I am gonna make myself cum!" My sister's words send me over the edge of reason, and like a wild animal, I step up to her, and shove my cock as far into her pussy as it would go. She clamps down on me, and I could still see her three fingers frigging her asshole, and could tell that she was still rubbing her clit while I fucked into her from behind, hard and fast. If it hadn't been for the sex with Betty earlier, I know I would have cum already, so lost in lust was I. Geo's pussy relaxed and she pulled forward off of me. "Now, little brother, that wasn't the hole I had in mind." She admonished. With my mind still in its lust filled haze, I only nodded, and stepped forward again, this time aiming for the proffered hole. Geo spread her cheeks for me as I gripped the base of my penis. Between the conditioner she had used, and her own cum on my cock, my head slid right in. Her hands immediately stopped me from going any further though, and I heard a whimper of disappointment that I realized came from me. The haze lifted enough for me to realize that my sister was offering me something special, and that I shouldn't mistreat it this time. "Okay," she told me, after an interminable amount of time had passed, "Just go slow. You're bigger than I remember back there." I grabbed the conditioner bottle, and applied some as I slowly pressed into her. I took my time, though it took almost all of my willpower to do so. The feeling of her sphincter, tightly wound around my prick, and the fact that my sister was willingly giving this to me, was nearly overwhelming. "I love you, Geo," I said, unable to hold back the emotion. "I love you too, John. Now are you going to fuck me with that prick, or stand there all day?" I looked down to see that I had slid fully into her colon. Smiling, I slowly slid out, till only my head remained in her. Setting down the conditioner bottle, I grabbed onto her hips, and pulled her back towards me. "Mmm, fuck, sis. Your ass is so tight! Thank you for this treat," I told her as I slowly pulled back out. "Enough talk. I said fuck me!" Not wanting to upset Geo, I did as commanded, and slammed my full length back into her. She grunted as my pelvis slapped her ass, but I didn't let up. Pulling out, and slamming back into her again. I used my hands on her hips to facilitate the movements, slamming into her harder and harder each time. Soon her grunts turned into screams of pleasure. "Yeah, that's it little brother! Fuck your sister's tight ass. Make me cum while you're sliding that massive dick of yours in me. Oh, Gawd, that feels... Ugh... I'm gonna..." She trailed off, and I gripped her sides, making sure she stayed on her feet, and instead of sliding into her, I began to move her up and down, matching the movements with opposite gyrations of my own. Her tight hole clamped down on me as we moved, and her upper body shook as she came. When she had recovered, Geo wiggled her ass against me, and almost seemed disappointed. "You haven't cum yet, little bro? Hmm..." She stands up, but does so in a way that I never leave her. Her ass is pressed to me, and her back arched, as she reaches back and pulls my head to hers. Our lips meet, and I feel her tongue tracing around my lips, as she starts to gyrate her ass against me. I release her hips, and place one hand on her breast, pinching her nipple, and the other goes to her pussy, rubbing her clit. This new position adds a whole new realm of pleasure, as I feel her colon compressing my member. I stick two fingers into her, and can feel my cock separated by a thin wall. "Damn, John. Holy, shit that feels good. Keep that up, and you're gonna have your big sister cumming all over you again." Her lips press hard to mine, and she moans as our tongues intertwine. My hand is covered in her juices, and this time it is too much for me, as I empty my balls into her sexy rear. Geo continues the kiss as she pulls away from me, and I can tell this kiss is less passionate, but more loving from its tenderness. "Thank you John," she murmurs, when the kiss ends. "Thank you. I can't imagine a better treat from my sexy sister," I tell her sincerely. "I think I know of a way you can repay me, if you want." She tells me. Shit! I should have known there was a reason she'd let me in her back door again. I'm still pretty happy though, and so ask what it might be. Right now, I'm pretty much willing to do whatever she asks. "Next time cum in my pussy." The way she says it, she seems so innocent. I know better. "You know I won't do that, Geo. Not anymore. I don't want to get you pregnant." "But if you do, then I'll let you have my ass anytime you want. Just like you do with Amber." She is pleading now, and I feel horrible for taking her treat, and being unable to return this favor, but the idea of having some deformed children with my sister is more than I care to think about, and tell her so. "I already told you, the chances are extremely small that it would happen. If it were the third or fourth generation of incest, then maybe, but not with us!" She is truly begging now. I hold my ground, until Geo finally leaves me in the shower alone. I wash myself again, before stepping out and drying off. Amber is waiting in my room when I walk in, and I groan. After my fight with Geo, I don't want to see any of my girlfriends right now, especially not the pregnant one. "You know she won't give up on this, right?" Amber asks me as I am pulling on my boxers. I ignore her as I continue getting dressed. "I don't suppose you're up to screwing my brains out right now? No, I thought not." Amber got up and crossed to the door, then stopped. "Just thought I'd let you know, I invited our neighbors over for tonight. Her name is Diane. Ran into her as I was getting home from classes. Seems like a nice lady." She shut the door after her, and I flopped onto my bed, and covered my eyes with my arm. What was I gonna do about Geo? I knew she wanted to get pregnant, but the same arguments went over and over in my mind. Despite what she said, I was just too worried. Deciding that I had wallowed in enough self pity, I grabbed the keys to my car, and went to the store. I needed to buy food for tonight. I make sure I get enough for everybody coming over: my friends from school, the girls from the club (It was closed tonight for some remodeling I wanted done), our neighbor, and Betty. I purchased a little extra, just to be safe, and was thankful for the raise I had received in becoming a partner in the club when I paid for everything. Walking outside, I was glad I lived in an area that never snowed. Even though it was fall, it should still be warm enough to BBQ outside, and even enjoy the pool. Our guests started to arrive about five, and I was glad to see Rob (Not Ron, Dixie's ex) my best friend from high school. I had hardly talked to him in the last few months, and it was good to catch up on old times. Our neighbor, Diane was next, and I couldn't help but admire her body. Even for a woman in her mid-thirties, she was looking good. She had long auburn hair, and a dazzling smile. I learned that she had a son that did some computer programming, and a daughter that was over to a friend's house, tonight. Some of the girls from the club showed up, including Suzy, who was obviously NOT wearing a bra, as her shirt had two tent poles in it. I started working on the food, and noticed that Betty hadn't shown yet. Rob walked up to me as I was flipping steaks. "I still can't believe that you hooked up with Amber. She is so fucking hot! And you get to live with Dixie too. Damn, dude. If it weren't for your sister living here, this would be a dream come true." I hadn't told him I was actually screwing all three. I didn't know how he would take it. I noticed he was drinking water. "Have a beer. Loosen up a bit, and talk to some of the girls." I told him, trying to change the subject. "Maybe you'll hook up too!" I laugh. All through high school, Rob had gotten all the girls, and I had gotten all the grades. "You really do own part of that club now, don't you? Geez, what would it be like to be surrounded by strippers all the time?" Rob's eyes roamed the party. "What about her? The Asian chick. She looks like fun." I turn to see who he is pointing out. At first I can't see her face, but there is no mistaking those long nipples poking through the shirt. "Suzy? You should go talk to her." "Hey," Rob suddenly lowers his voice, getting all conspiratorial, "You ever... You know... With any of them?" I laugh again, but it is slightly forced. "I have a beautiful redheaded girlfriend that is carrying my child. What do you think?" Rob just nods and heads off in Suzy's direction. I see Geo serving drinks, and check to make sure the steaks will last for a second, before going over to approach her. She sees me coming, though, and glares at me before walking away. I guess she is still pretty upset. I turn back around, and almost bowl over Diane. "I'm so sorry," I tell her. She is short enough, I just hadn't seen her. "No problem," she says and places her hand on my chest. She follows me for a second, as I head back to the grill. "So I understand you are dating all three women in this house?" It is not an accusation, but more of a question of curiosity. I look around to make sure Rob didn't hear that, and see Suzy laughing at something he said. "Oh yeah? Who said that?" I try to act nonchalant, but don't know if I succeed. "Oh, you don't have to be shy with me. I may be the oldest one here, but I'm not so old as to forget my college years. Besides, Amber told me when she invited me over." Diane laughs, and it is hard not to smile with her. I am going to have to have a talk with Amber though. Not that I was embarrassed or ashamed about dating three such beautiful women, but the whole neighborhood didn't need to know. I took a swig of my beer, and nearly spit it out with her next statement. "Your sister is pretty hot, even if she is mad at you. I wonder what it would be like to sleep with your own sibling?" Her laugh grows stronger by the look on my face. "Relax, I don't judge. I actually think it is kind of hot." I can't believe this lady is being so coy and honest with me. I can even feel myself getting hard as she talks, and notice that her nipples are starting to poke through her top. "How did you figure it out?" I ask. "Your eyes and hair may be different colors, but there are enough similarities to see it. Don't worry, so much. I won't tell anyone. Like I said, I think it is hot." A splash distracted me, and I looked to the pool, and saw that Rob and Suzy had jumped in, their clothes discarded beside the pool. I laughed as more clothes were discarded, and the pool became more crowded. I couldn't help but notice the amount of tented boxers, and hard nipples. Apparently I wasn't the only one getting horny. The steaks were soon done, and people slowly began to get out of the water to eat. "I usually don't see this many tits unless I am at work," Dixie says behind me. I nod, noting that everyone still has on their bottoms, but all of the bras had vanished. Hopefully I didn't have any neighbors that would call to complain. I noted that besides Amber and I, only Dixie still had her clothes on. Geo was sitting in a corner with one of my bouncers, laughing in only her tight pink panties. Every now and then I caught her looking my way, and when she saw me looking, she only smiled, and started to rub one of her stiff nipples. I knew she was just trying to get me jealous, and so I did my best to ignore her. It wasn't hard considering all the flesh around me. "Good steaks," Diane tells me, and I can't help but admire her tits. Despite having had two kids, they are still pretty firm looking. "You will have to tell me what you marinade them with." I only nodded, unable to think past the boner that was beginning to hurt. I heard a moan that sounded familiar, and looked back into the pool to see Rob nibbling on one of Suzy's long nipples. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and I could see her panties in her hand. By the way the two were moving, I could see that they were fucking. That seemed to break the ice, and before I knew what to think, underwear went flying in all directions. "What did you put in those steaks, Cutie?" Amber asked me, and I could only shrug. Was it the combination of strippers and men causing this or something else? "Well, whatever it was, I need to feel you inside me now!" I allowed myself to be led away, and noticed that the bouncer that Geo had been talking to was now sucking on her tits. She saw me looking and threw her head back, pulling the man tighter to her at the same time. Dixie then blocked my view as she followed us back into the house. I was surprised to see Diane come along too. Dixie wasted no time in getting my pants off, and I heard Diane gasp as soon as I popped free. "He is huge!" Dixie smiled at her, and gave her a wink. "He is even bigger up close." Diane dropped down to her knees next to Dixie, and stared at my member. Her hand tentatively reached out, and tried to wrap around it, but her fingers couldn't make the full circuit. Two hands grabbed my face, and I found myself staring into Amber's blue eyes. "I know you will be careful, so I want it in my pussy tonight. I haven't had you in there for too long." She doesn't wait for me to say anything, before she leans forward and kisses me passionately. My arms wrap around her pregnant frame, and I feel two sets of lips touch my cock. Amber continues to kiss me, and I start to pull up her shirt. For once she doesn't argue about being topless around me, and breaks the kiss only long enough to fully remove her top and bra. As soon as I see her pierced nipples, I lean over and bring one to my lips. I suck as much of her small tit into my mouth as I can, and use my tongue to play with her ring. Amber moaned, and I felt a secondary moan around my cock. Looking down I saw that Dixie had stripped, and her mouth was wrapped around one of Diane's tits, her hand on the older woman's shaved twat. I started to remove Amber's pants as I watched Dixie kiss her way down Diane's body, and then begin to lick her slit. Diane jumped when Dixie touched her clit about the same time I worked two fingers into Amber. I was shocked at how wet Amber was already. She was always horny, sure, but I had never felt her this wet before. I couldn't stop a moan into Amber's tit as I felt my cock work its way into Diane's throat. "Cutie, I need to feel you in me, NOW!" Amber pulled my head from her chest, and led me over to the couch, leaving the other two women where they were. She sat on the couch, placing her bottom on the edge, and beckoned me to her while biting her lower lip. Conscious of the baby inside her, I squatted down, and started to rub my saliva coated head against her pussy. As soon as I touched her lower lips, I wanted to dive right in. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this turned on, and I could see that the feeling was mutual. Somehow I held back, and applied only a little pressure, until I felt my head engulfed in her wet hot folds. "Hmm, yes! More. I need more," Amber panted, and her pussy started to suck me in further. I wanted nothing more than to sink all the way to the hilt into her, to feel her fully wrapped around my shaft, but her belly reminded me to play it careful. Slowly, so slowly it almost hurt, I let her pull me into her. I slid in with ease, she was so wet. Before I quite knew what had happened, I was fully into her, all eight inches, and she hadn't complained a bit. She was still tight. I hadn't been in this hole for at least five months, and it felt wonderful. Remembering Dixie and Diane, I turned to see that they had moved into a sixty-nine position close by, mouths glued to cunts, and moans echoing between them. Amber shifting herself on the couch brought my attention back to her, and I saw that she had a nipple ring in each hand, and was tugging on each one. "Now fuck me John. Make me cum all over that huge cock of yours!" I looked down to where our bodies were joined, and was still surprised that she had accommodated my entire length into her pregnant body. I saw her clit piercing, and reached down, and started to rub it back and forth. Dixie mewled as I did this, and I started to buck my hips in time with my hand. I heard two load moans behind me, and knew that both women were cumming from the pleasures the other was giving. Seconds later I felt hands on my back, and then they sat on either side of Amber. As if on cue, both women grabbed one of Amber's hands, removing them from her tits, and replaced them with their mouths. They held her arms above her head, as they each sucked a tit between their lips. Amber began to moan and thrash underneath them. "Don't stop," She moaned. "Pleeeaaaseee don't stop!" Seconds later I was gratified to feel her squirting against my cock and hands. As soon as she was done thrashing on the couch, Dixie gave me a hard shove, and I fell over backwards onto the floor. Luckily it didn't hurt, but I watched in shock as Diane kissed her way up to Amber's lips, and slipped a couple fingers into her own cunny. I looked to Dixie, and saw the same lust in her eyes that Amber had had as we entered the house. She climbed on top of me, and slammed down, impaling herself in one fluid motion. Despite how long we have been screwing, Dixie is still the tightest woman I have been with, but at the moment she is so wet, that I slip into her with ease. Amber starts to moan under Diane's ministrations, as Dixie begins to rock her hips atop me. I can feel her juices leaking down my nutsack, as she grabs her nipples, and starts squeezing them. I place my hands on her hips, and lift her up a couple inches, then pull her down as I thrust up with my hips. I don't have to be as careful with Dixie, and I start to move and thrust as hard as I can. It doesn't take long before Dixie starts to cum, and if I thought she was wet before, a veritable flood gushes from around my penis now. Dixie collapses on her side, out of breath, mumbling, "No more. I need to rest. No more." I am still hard, and hornier than ever, as I see Diane still on top of Amber, tongues moving with each other, and her fingers moving in and out of the redhead's twat. Diane's rear is in the air as I step up behind her, and begin to press into the older woman. Diane turns to look at me as my head slips inside her. "Finally my turn, huh? Shove that cock in me, young man. Make me cum like you did these other two. I wanna feel that stiff rod filling me up--Oh Gawd that feels good!" I began to see-saw my hips, driving ever deeper into my sexy neighbor. I watched as she placed her mouth down on Amber's nipple, and the redhead's eyes rolled back as Diane brought her to another orgasm. I reached my hands around to Diane's front, and began to fondle her breasts, enjoying the fullness of them in my hands. They were only slightly bigger than Geo's, but felt just as firm. Thinking of my sister finally sent me over the edge, and I started to buck as I emptied my load into Diane. This set her of, and she began to moan and shudder as I shot into her. I pulled out from Diane, as she laid her head on Amber's breast, and sighed contentedly. I wanted to find my sister. As I walked outside, I noticed that despite having just blown my wad, I was still rock hard. The last time this had happened, Geo had drugged me with Viagra. Since I had prepared all the food, and opened all my own beers, I knew I hadn't been drugged this time. These thoughts left my mind as I stepped onto the back patio. It was a veritable orgy out here. Rob had his cock deep in Suzy, while she licked the crotch of another stripper, Julia. Everywhere I looked, holes were being filled with fingers, tongues, or cocks. It didn't take me long to find geo. "Yeah, shove that cock into my pussy. Make me cum again. I want you to cum inside me. Do you hear me? I want to feel your sperm coating the inside of my cunt!" She was easily the loudest of those out here. I saw her sitting atop Joe, the bouncer she had been with earlier, rocking her hips hard against him, trying to get the man off. Geo saw me as I approached. "What do you want, brother? Come to watch me fuck Joe's brains out?" Her tone is snidely, and rude, so I answered in equal part. "I've come to let you suck my cock!" Her eyes drop to my cum covered dick, and I see her lick her lips. "What makes you--Umpf?" I don't let her finish her sentence as I shove the head of my cock between her red lips. Despite her protests, she is soon sucking, and slurping away, swallowing the combined cum of Amber, Dixie, Diane, and myself. I let her go at it for awhile, before I pull her head back, and force her body down against Joe's. I step behind her, and aimed for her puckered asshole. "No! I told you that was off limits to you from now on!" She tried to protest. I leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "I don't think so dear sister. You want to get pregnant, and I'm going to let you. I am also going to enjoy fucking your little ass whenever I want to." I could see the tears of happiness brim in her eyes, and she only flinched for a second as I slid into her rectum. "Only thing is, I am not the one who is going to get you pregnant. You can fuck any guy you want, but it will be our child to raise." I slide out, leaving only my head in her, and can feel Joe thrusting into her from below. Reaching under her, I grab a tit in each hand, and pull her back into me. "Oh, Gawd, yes! Holy, fuck! I will let you fuck my ass whenever you want. Just let me get pregnant. I want to have a child, and see you look at me the way to do Amber. Don't stop moving, Joe! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Fuck me, I'm cumming!" Joe grunted under her, and I knew he was blowing his load into her. The thought occurred to me that she would be disappointed that Joe had been fixed a few years back, but for now I just enjoyed the feeling of Geo's asshole sliding along my cock. With my hands still on her chest, I pulled back on her body, and she ended up on top of me, very similar to how we had been in the shower, only this time we were sitting, instead of standing. Joe got up, and wondered off, but my focus was on my sister as she started to cum again. She stood up suddenly, but lay on her back on the bench, and lifting her legs, offered me her ass again. I quickly slid back in, and watched as she slipped two fingers inter her empty pussy. I bent over, pressing her arm between us, and sucked one of her tits into my mouth. I placed my arms under her, with my hands on her shoulders, and used the leverage to move her body as I pounded into her. We fucked like that for what seemed like hours, but were likely only minutes, as Geo came time and again. Finally I couldn't hold back any longer, and I dropped my second load in her colon that day. We got up, and found that most of the party had already finished their own sex, and left. Rob and Suzy were still going at it, she was on top of him, her nipples in his mouth, while she moaned and came. Amber and Dixie were cuddled up on the couch together, smiles on their sleeping faces. Diane was nowhere to be seen, but I found a note from her, thanking us for the party and the 'entertainment'. I carried first Amber, then Dixie to their rooms, and tucked them in, before tucking Geo in. "Did you mean what you said?" She asked as I turned off her lights. "Yes," I told her, then went to my own bed for some much needed rest. pics---->> http://bit.ly/1QdQXsD

Title: Bargain with Stepmom Pt. 02 Summary: Stepson takes debts to new level. Keywords: inc,fic Chapter 1 It was the middle of summer, and I was floating in the pool, feeling lazy. I had graduated from high school and had three months off before I went to college. I was intent on doing nothing, if possible, because I knew my days of freedom would end soon. In just a few short years I'd start my career, working for those two weeks of paid vacation that paled in comparison to this one, last summer. I was in a foul mood. It was just the fleeting summer days. My mother's best friend, Laura, with whom I had lost my virginity and had fucked several times afterward, had a boyfriend. He was new in town, a computer programmer or something along those lines, and she has stopped seeing me as a result. She had me over for dinner, had broken the news, and had given me a parting handjob as a consolation prize. I had come all over her tits and neck, and then went home to sulk. Worse than losing Laura was losing Jen, my step mom. She had set me up with Laura, without telling me, and when I had found out, I had lashed out at her. Yes, I had gotten laid, so I might sound like a whiner, but I believe that she should have asked me first. If the genders were reversed, and a stepfather lent out his stepdaughter to a friend, it would be worse, I had said. And That's when I discovered something amazing about Jen. She likes to give blowjobs. Either to settle a bet, or on a dare, or when she felt guilty for setting her stepson up for some attachment-free sex for a friend. She had sucked my dick three times. Twice on the first night she took me into her mouth, and a week later, when she was feeling particularly guilty about Laura propositioning me. That sweet, final time, I had exploded in her mouth, but she sucked every drop of cum and swallowed it all. Since then I had been hoping she would do it again, with no luck. Now, with Laura moving on to new things, I had no chance. Or so I thought. The thing about life is that one door closes, and another opens. Clich, I know, but it's true. At least for me, it seemed. My friends were already starting to go their separate ways toward college, and I found myself with more free time than I had bargained, and that's when things got interesting again. I was drifting in the deep end, and into a nap, when I heard the sliding door open. Jen, my stepmom, exited the house and walked along the pool edge. I tilted my head up for a better view. Jen preferred one-piece swimsuits, because she felt that she had "too much tits for a bikini," which was the most absurd thought I'd ever heard. She did have fantastic tits, and a firm body. Her short, sandy hair flopped in front of her eyes as she walked. "Hey there, lazy," she said teasing me. She slipped into the warm water and I slid off the float and swam closer to her. Since the blowjobs I found myself wanting to be as close to her as possible, and I tried hard to fight that instinct, so I wouldn't crowd her or freak her out. "Have you been out here all day?" "No," I replied, sliding past her in the water to get a good look at her ass when her back was turned. "I got up at noon." She laughed and swam around for a bit while I sat on the pool steps in an attempt to hide the erection in my bathing suit. It was automatic these days when I even thought about Jen. Laura had been amazing, a hot woman desperate for attention. Jen was something more. It was erotic, and wrong, and that made it even better. Still, all attempts to bring the up the subject failed. It was as if she was oblivious to any hints. I kept at it, though, in hopes I'd succeed. "Are you ready for our trip?" she asked after a while. We were heading to Georgia for a wedding on her side of the family. With my dad gone, it was just the two of us, and I was often Jen's "date" for weddings and other events. I had always enjoyed going with her, because Jen was fun. But now, the idea of a trip with her carried new possibilities, for fulfillment and disappointment. "Yeah," I said. "I'm going to pack last minute, as always. But I'm ready." "Good. Are you sure you don't mind sharing a hotel room with me?" she asked. "Of course not," I said, trying desperately to sound detached from the idea. "Unless you plan on parading about naked when we're alone, because that would be the worst," I said sarcastically. "I bet," she said with a laugh. Just then I heard my phone ring from the deck chair. She looked at me with raised eyebrows and I shrugged. "No idea who it could be," I said. "I'll get it later." "I just got in for a few minutes to cool off," she said. "I'm going out with some of the girls, so I'll see you later." She got out of the water and my eyes trailed after her. I waited until she was inside and then exited the pool, the tent in my bathing suit clearly visible. I had abstained from relieving my sexual tension by myself. No matter how I tried, it paled in comparison to the real thing. But, given my lack of prospects on that front, I was contemplating breaking my hands-free dry spell. I picked up my phone and looked at it, puzzled. The voicemail was from Christine, my mother's friend. Christine was younger than Jen and Laura, the "baby" of their friend group at twenty-five. Jen was young, having married my dad when she was in her mid-twenties, about Christine's age. I didn't keep track of my stepmom's friends that closely, but Christine was a regular. I thought she had called me by mistake, but then how did she even get my number? I played the voicemail as I dried off. "Hey, Steven," she said, "It's Christine. I was wondering if you'd be willing to help me at the church this afternoon. I know it's late notice, but I've got a bunch of music to file away and Jen said you'd be able to help out some time. Anyway, call me back whether you can make it or not. Thanks!" Christine had a singing voice, which was of little surprise to me. She was our church's music director, and was always singing or playing piano. She was a typical music nerd, always in a rush and always forgetting something. I smiled, glad for a diversion from my stepmom, and called her back. "Christine, it's Steven. Do you still need a hand? Okay, great. Give me thirty minutes and I'll meet you there." I got dressed and headed to the church. It was empty, being a weekday, with a solitary car in the parking lot. The office door was locked, so I entered through the side door and headed to the sanctuary. There, in front of the massive pipe organ was Christine, a pile of sheet music in her arms. "Hey," she said brightly, "thanks for coming." "It's no big deal," I said. "Jen's always volunteering me for free labor." Christine blushed, "I'm sorry, if you don't want to help..." "No, it's fine," I said. "I was just kidding around." She seemed jittery, more nervous than usual, but Christine was a nervous person anyway. "At least there's food at the end." She laughed, putting her free hand on my arm and then quickly retracting it. She handed me a large stack of sheet music and led me behind the organ. There was a door into the mechanical workings of the organ, the real part that was hidden by gleaming pipes. There was a second room behind it, a storage room full of shelves, each labeled carefully by composer. "Wow," I said. "They used to just shove everything in here." "That's why we keep losing music," she said smartly. "I've been working for two months on this. Each piece has a number, that corresponds to a shelf. We need to sort these last few boxes, and then throw out all these worn out binders. After eighty years, you'd be surprised how much junk can accumulate." We worked swiftly, making small talk about her favorite musical pieces, occasionally pausing for a drink of water. Christine seemed most at ease when she talked about music. She played piano, and flute, which I could have guessed. She was slender, with small breasts but curvy hips. Her blond hair was in a bun that leaked tendrils of hair down her neck. She was very pretty, in a completely opposite way from Jen. Christine's black-framed glasses gave her a nerdy charm, whereas Jen was all bombshell. After a while she discarded the light sweater she was wearing. The church offices were always cold, but the storage room and organ were warmer. I could see she didn't wear a bra, which was unnecessary with her smaller breasts. Her nipples were hard despite the warmth. I tried not to stare, but failed. After about an hour Christine stood up, stretching. Her t-shirt was small and tight, and rose up quite a bit on her midriff. Even this small display captivated me. She leaned against the shelf, looking at me as I knelt on the ground, sorting scores. "I really appreciate the help," she said. "Since I took this job, I've been doing this myself." "You've done a lot," I said, surveying the room. She crouched down, putting spiral-bound music on a shelf. I looked over, and saw her pants were riding low, and I could see part of her ass. I had a thing for seeing a little of a woman's butt like that, I and I found myself responding in kind. All of this unwilling abstention had made my hyper-aroused at all times. I carefully adjusted my dick while her back was to me. As she kept working her pants slipped a little lower. She turned around and caught me looking. I blushed, and she turned around, kneeling opposite me. She hiked her pants up. "I'm sorry," I said. "It's my fault," she said. "These pants never stay on right." "I shouldn't have looked," I said, feeling my face burn red. I had had sex with Laura several times, and gotten three blowjobs from my own stepmom, but getting caught checking out Christine made me feel like a middle school kid again. "I don't usually get guys looking at me," she said and bit her lip. "I'm a bit of a wall flower." I realized that Christine was closer to my age than Jen's. She was shy by nature, a bit of a book worm. "Are you kidding?" I said a little too quickly. "Thanks," she said, brushing her hair back. "You're sweet." She turned her back and started working again. After a few moments, she said over her shoulder, "how much did you see?" "Not a lot," I admitted. She said nothing but turned to face me. She had a new look in her eye I hadn't seen before. She took a deep breath and stood up. She reached forward and took my hand, pulling me up. I towered over her, and as we stood a foot apart I was struck by how pretty she was. And then in an instant she put her arms around my neck and pulled me close, kissing me. I was surprised, only less so than she. We kept kissing, and she pulled me closer. My hands instinctively traveled down her back, and she melted into me as I cupped her ass gently. I picked her up, and we fell gently against the book shelves, her legs wrapped around me. She pushed me back a little and I set her down. I thought she had a change of heart, but then she took me by the hand and led me out of the stifling storage room and into the organ itself. There was a large space near the storage room and she pulled me close, kissing me once more. Then, without warning, she lifted off her shirt and pressed herself against me. My hands found her breasts, appreciating their size in my hand. She sighed as I gently pinched her nipples, kissing her while touching her. Then she unzipped her pants and let them fall to the ground. She wore nothing underneath, and I could see a strand of clear wetness spanning the space between her thighs. Christine took two moving blankets and dropped them onto the floor. She laid down and spread her legs as I knelt between her thighs. She was so wet that she was already dripping onto the table. I buried myself in the short triangle of blonde hair between her legs. My tongue darted around her clit, tasting her. I wondered how long she had been thinking about this moment, given how wet she was. I concentrated my efforts on her clit, and she started panting hard. My finger gently probed her pussy, eventually working its way into her. With difficulty I slid a second finger in, and she gasped as I gently fingered her while I licked her clit vigorously. She was tight, tighter than I had expected, and when she came her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers. She cried out gently as she came, her whole body shaking. She pushed me up gently, spreading her legs wider. I slid off my jeans. Like Christine, I wore nothing under them. My swollen member sprang out, eager for release. She looked at it, her eyes wide, but she spread her legs even more and then arched her back. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her wet labia, and then gently pushed into her. It took effort, and her breathing was ragged and I slowly entered her. She was tight, and gripped me as I worked into her inch by inch. When I was fully inside her she pulled me close and kissed me as I slowly thrust into her. It was slow going by necessity, she was so tight. I ground against her and she came quickly, her fingers digging into my back. As her orgasm overtook her she gripped my dick so hard I had to wait for her to stop before I could continue. Just as I was about to start thrusting again we both heard the main church doors open and the voice of the staff event coordinator floating into the sanctuary. "As you can see, we can accommodate a large wedding," she said to the trailing footsteps. The event coordinator was an older woman who had planned weddings for decades. We could hear the would-be bridal party talking amongst themselves, admiring the view. We were frozen, my dick buried deep in Christine's tight pussy. "Don't stop," she begged. "Just do it quietly." It was nerve-wracking, to say the least, to thrust into her quietly. I was conscious of every sound we made, and as the wedding group on the other side of the organ discussed logistics I found myself far from coming. I kept thrusting into her and she came over and over again, her body glistening as I ground against her. Finally she whispered "stop" and I froze. I was still inside her, and I could feel her heart beat as her pussy gripped my dick. The group was right by the organ, and the event coordinator was talking about recent renovations and restorations to the instrument. I knew from experience that she loved showing off the internal workings to guests. Someoneperhaps the brideasked about the reception hall, and the group slowly receded from the organ. I looked down at Christine, who bit her lip and nodded. I resumed thrusting into her, now with increase vigor. The very hiddenbut publicact we were sharing, and the near-miss at getting caught, had been exhilarating. Her tightness only made my building orgasm stronger. I had not come in over two weeks, and when I did I exploded inside her. She gasped as I filled her, my dick pulsing against her pussy. She came with me, her body convulsing under mine. Finally, both spent, I pulled out of her and collapsed next to her. We lay there for some time, until a thought dawned on me. Christine was shy, nerdy, and in love with music more than anything. There was something about the way she moved under me, the way she bit her lip as I entered her each time, that made me ask, "was that...your first?" She nodded, grinning and kissing me. "I hope you aren't upset. Was it really bad?" "No, it was wonderful," I said. "How could you tell?" she asked. I pulled her close. "You were really nervous." She laughed quietly and sat up. An enormous amount of cum was leaking out of her. The moving blanket was a mess. She got up slowly, her legs shaking, and I followed. We picked up our clothes and stepped back into the music storage room. I looked at her slender frame, her b-cup breasts and firm butt, and felt some life stir back into my dick. She looked at it, too, and pushed me down to the ground gently. She took it in her hands, stroking it, occasionally bending down to lick the shaft, and then climbed onto me. With difficulty she sank down on me, impaling herself. She inhaled sharply, and then started grinding against me. I gripped her hips and let her ride at her own pace. I was miles away from another orgasm, but Christine was soon coming. She rode me to one orgasm, and then another. I reached up and felt her small breasts, and she leaned forward and rode me deeper and harder. We kissed and I could feel the intense heat radiating from her body. We stayed like for some time, until she collapsed against me and I thrust upward as she pressed her body to mine. She was so tight it seemed like an endless orgasm for her, until I got close and came a second time, pulsing inside her. Now completely spent, she got up off of me and helped me up. We got dressed, both giddy, and exited the organ room. As we left we ran into the event coordinator. "Hello, Helen," Christine said. "We were just filing more music." "I wish I had known," Helen beamed. "I would have brought that lovely bride-to-be back there to meet you. She has some ideas for music I wanted to share with you." Christine waved a "sorry!" goodbye as she headed toward her office with her coworker. I waved back and headed to my car, light-headed. It wasn't until I started the engine that a thought hit me hard. How much of coincidence was it that another woman threw herself at me for some casual sex? My face burned as I headed home and the full realization of what had just happened hit me. As wonderful as it had been, I was mad. Jen was upstairs in her bedroom when I got home. She was sitting on her bed, looking at a magazine. She could tell by the look on my face something was wrong. "What's up?" she said, concerned. "Next time you try and lend me out to one of your friends..." I said, starting a speech I had practiced in the car. "What are you talking about?" she interrupted. "I told you, that happened one time." "Today," I said, still hoping to use my speech, "just now. I went to the church to help Christine file music. And ended up getting it on behind the organ. And afterward I found out it was her first time!" I emphasized that last five words for effect. Jen said nothing for a moment, and then said very carefully, "I did not tell her anything. Either she just went after you on your own or..." "Laura," I finished for her. "I'm sorry," Jen said. "I had no idea. They must have talked. I made Laura promise to keep her mouth shut, which was my mistake. I'm really sorry, Steven." I sat on the bed, and she scooted next to me. "Was it at least good?" She tried to make light of it, to get me into good spirits. Despite behind mad, and looking for the right person to place that anger, I laughed. "Yeah, it was. But I thought she was really into me, and then on the way home I figured it out." "It was really her first time?" Jen asked, looking concerned. "I had no idea, I just thought she was shy and nerdy." "She's those things, too, but until an hour ago she was also a virgin." "Behind the organ?" she said. "Almost got caught, too," I said. "Well, you certainly have done it in a weirder place than I ever have," she said, pausing. "Listen, I feel awful about what Laura did. I need to talk to her." "Thank you," I said. "Even though it was nice, I still feel used." "I know," she said sadly. Then, brightening, she said, "last time, I know what cheered you up. How about it?" "How about what?" I said, not giving in. "I have to say it, don't I," she said. "Fine. How about a blowjob to make it up to you?" "I don't know," I said, getting up and pacing, enjoying the little game we were playing. I looked her over. She wore a spaghetti-strap tank top that showed a lot of cleavage; inspiration struck. "Your friends are trading my phone number, which isn't cool. If you're going to make it up to me, I want a topless blowjob." She was surprised, and took a moment to respond. "Topless? Like while I'm doing it?" "Yes," I said. "I think it's fair." After a pause she said, "Okay. It's fair. When? Right now?" I couldn't believe my luck. I knew Jen liked to bargain and bet using sex, but her quick agreement was unexpected. "How about on our trip?" I said. "A change of scenery, a BJ from my stepmom while she's topless. It sounds pretty great to me." She laughed. "Okay, you pervert. Fine." "But I'd like to see them right now, if that's okay with you." "My tits? Right now?" "Yes," I said, then hastily added, "please." She sighed sarcastically. "Alright, you little perv. A preview, then." She took a deep breath and pulled her straps down. She tugged the tank top down until it was around her slender waist. She wore a black bra that perfectly framed her ample breasts. She was breathing hard, looking at me. She stood up, sliding the tank top down further. "Look only, okay?" I nodded, and she turned around. She reached behind her back and took off her bra, letting it fall onto the bed. She put her hands on her breasts and turned to face me again. I felt my breathing jump as she stood there, teasing. She turned to her side, still holding them, and then let go. Her breasts were large, but still pert and youthful. She turned to face me, and I stared open-mouthed at her tits. She laughed at the expression on my face, and her tits jiggled. We said nothing for a minute, or an eternity, I couldn't tell. Time seemed to stop. I had seen other women naked before, but something about Jen topless was more erotic. I felt my dick swelling back to life. "Okay, preview over," she said. She slid the bra back on and pulled up her tank top. Her tits looked magnificent in the tight shirt. "Thank you," I said, my voice cracking a little. "Let's grab some dinner," she said, checking her watch as if this was the most normal thing on earth. Chapter 2 We ate dinner outdoors on the rooftop patio of a local favorite of ours. Her shirt was low cut, revealing a great deal of cleavage. Our water openly stared, which irritated me. Midway through dinner, the conversation turned to her showing her breasts. "I'd say I can't believe I just did that, but this isn't the first time I've shown someone my tits like that."' "I bet not," I said. "When did you first show someone, who was it?" She thought for a minute. "Honestly, so many people have seen them, I'm not completely sure. I mean, my boyfriends had all seen them, of course. But just showing them off? It's a little embarrassing." "Tell me," I said, urging her on. She looked around to make sure no one could hear. "Probably my stepdad," she said, blushing. "What?" I said. "Nick?" "Yeah," she said. "I remember we were home alone, and in the kitchen. Maybe we were cooking together. I think that's what happened, because I remember getting something all over my shirt and I just pulled it off. I had a bra on, and he was staring, but trying not to stare, you know? And I saw he had a bulge in his pants, so I said whatever I had on my shirt and soaked through to my bra too, and took that off. I remember the look on his face. He told me to cover up, but I could tell he enjoyed himself. After that, it became kind of a game, for me anyway. I'd flash him whenever mom wasn't looking. He was mortified, but also secretly enjoyed it." My mouth was open in surprise and she laughed. "I can tell you, my tits have gotten me into a lot of trouble," she continued. "Nick was always cool about it. Mom's pretty top heavy, too, so it just came with the territory for him, I guess. But teachers, guys in school, anyone within ten feet of me just stares at them, or tries to get me naked." She looked at me mischievously, emphasizing that final word. "I'm still floored that you flashed your stepdad. On multiple occasions." She ate in silence for a minute or two before continuing. "By the way, I'm impressed. Sex in the church sanctuary, while people were touring it. That's a pretty risky move. Way crazier than any place I've ever done it." "Hard to believe," I said. Jen was very adventurous when it came to sex. "What's the weirdest/riskiest place you've done it, then?" I asked. She shifted in her seat, again making sure we couldn't be overheard. "Well, my stepbrother, that was pretty weird, right? But place? I'd have to say in the hospital. Your dad and I had been dating for a year. And he got in a car wreck, broke his arm. He was so pathetic, laying there all banged up. So, in between nurse visits, I sucked him off." "Damn," I said. "Yeah," she said, blushing. She paused as our waiter came by yet another time to check if we needed anything, and to check out her tits. When he left she continued. "I figured it would be too painful for him if I got on top of him, so I went down. I did it a few times that night, and almost got caught once. I had to pull away and throw the blanket over him as the nurse came in. He was hard a rock, and it was clearly visible under the sheet, but she said nothing. And when she left I finished the job. "Also, once in college I worked the equipment issue at the campus pool. And this guy and I did it in the middle of work. I just bent over the counter and he pulled my suit to the side and went inside me. We had to stop and start a few times when people needed kick boards or flippers, but eventually he came all over my leg. I let it dry there and kept working the rest of the shift." We finished, paid the bill, and drove home. We got home and put on a movie. Jen joined me in an oversized t-shirt. It was an old movie with a fair bit of nudity in it. It was one of Jen's favorites. She settled in next to me on the couch, her legs draped over mine as usual. During one scene, in which case the young actress reveals her breasts, Jen said casually, "so how do I compare?" "I'd have to see them again to give you an honest assessment," I said, joking., Jen, however, took it as a dare. She sat up and pulled off the t-shirt, revealing only a pair of black underwear. She looked at me expectantly. "Honestly, yours are the nicest I've ever seen." "Perv," she said, teasing, but remained topless. She swung her legs off of me and scooted close, leaning against me. She was practically naked, resting her body against me. "To be honest, I'm most comfortable like this." "You have my permission to go around like this all day," I said. She laughed, her tits jiggling. "I'd bet you'd like that," she smirked. On screen there was a sex scene, a pretty hot one, with the heroine riding her lover. "Sitting around, watching dirty movies with your topless stepmom." "Well, I mean, why not?" I said. "If I go around topless, then what are you going to do, walk around with a tent in your shorts all day?" "I could go around naked, if that's what you mean," I said. "Ha," she teased. The movie continued and we put a second one on afterward. It was getting late and we were both tired. At some point we must have fallen asleep, because I woke in the middle of the night, both of us lying on the couch. Her back was pressed against me, and I realized with a start that my right hand was draped over her, my hand holding her breast. I also realized what had woken me up. There was a subtle movement. Jen was rubbing herself off. She had done so when she had sucked my dick, and now, sleeping spooned together with her stepson's hand on her tit, she was rubbing her clit hard. I didn't move or let her know I was awake, but enjoyed the feeling of her in my hand. She ground her ass gently against me, and I was getting hard again. She must have thought it was an instinctual reaction in my sleep, because she did not stop. Her breathing was shallow and fast, her movements small to avoid detection. I could tell she was coming because she arched her back, her breath catching as she kept rubbing. Jen came hard, her body tensing up as she kept a furious pace with her hand. She whimpered, the sexiest sound I had ever heard. I feigned sleep, enjoying this voyeuristic moment. Her motions slowed and her breathing returned to normal. Her hand slipped out of her underwear and she nestled closer to me. She put her hand on mine, readjusting it over her breast. I couldn't take it any longer. With my hand gently squeezing her breast, I imperceptibly thrust against her soft ass. She was motionless as I slowly pressed against her repeatedly, my throbbing dick nestled against her ass. Eventually she started to press her ass against me to meet each of my thrusts, our bodies barely moving as I got closer to orgasm. Finally she pressed hard against me and I exploded. We froze, our bodies pressed together, as my dick pulsed hard and flooded my shorts with hot cum. She slowly relaxed as I kept coming, and finally we settled into each other comfortably. Slowly my cum soaked through my shorts, and through her underwear, and we fell asleep. The next morning I woke up alone, with a note on the coffee table that Jen would see me that night. It was a miracle that Jen had unglued herself from me without me waking. I felt awkward, alone in the house after holding Jen all night. My shorts were stiff and stuck to me in weird places, and I got up and stretched with a jolt of pain. I heard my phone buzz and dashed over to check the text, hoping it was Jen. My spirits, fell, only a little, when I saw it was from Christine. She wanted to know if I was home, alone, because she wanted to come over and talk. I replied and went up to shower while I waited for her to come and see me I showered the previous night's cum off of me and was drying off when I saw her car pull up. I hastily pulled on some jeans and a shirt and greeted her at the door with damp hair. "Hey," she said brightly, grinning from ear to ear as she entered the house. "Hi," I said. I was beyond feeling awkward after sex with a woman, Laura got me over that quickly. She had schooled me in the art of showing up, getting it on, and leaving. As Christine walked into the living room I followed her and sat on the couch opposite her. "What's up?" I asked as casually as I could. "Listen, we need to talk," she said. When Jen came home, I was lying on a pool float, drifting aimlessly. I was a mess. An empty bottle of wine was floating in the pool near me, and my eyelids were half closed. She came out back, dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, and saw the wreckage in the pool that was me. "What happened?" she said. "Christine," I said, not bothering to move. "She said she has a boyfriend, and needed a mercenary fuck to get it out of her system. She was a virgin, you know. So she needed someone for her first time, without any emotional baggage...for her. Must be convenient." Jen said nothing. She surveyed the wine bottle, and then spoke. "How drunk are you?" "Very," I said. I was too far gone to be angry, that had faded hours ago. I let my arm splash into the pool in a half-hearted effort to steer my slow rotation away from her. She walked around the pool, keeping me in her sight. "You could have drowned," she said. "I don't care," I said. "All that matters is this float, it's my whole world. "You're not making any sense," she said. "Well, I've been passed around your friends," I said, suddenly bitter. "So I'm just going to float here for a while, until I figure out what I'm going to do. Maybe I'll move out. I don't know." Her expression changed. "Listen, I'm sorry." She said. "That's nice," I said, aware of the hurt on her face as I said it. "But right now, I'm going to stay here and not care." I regretted it as soon as I said it, but my logic was a bit blurry anyway from the alcohol. Jen turned from me, and I expected her to walk into the house to stew a bit. My words were intended to cut to the bone. Instead, she unzipped her jeans and slid them off. She wore blue and white striped underwear, and even in my addled state my dick perked up a little "Well, I'm sorry anyway, even if you don't care. And if you're going to lay there all night in the pool, I'm going to come to you to apologize." Jen threw her shoulders back, sticking her chest out. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra under her flannel shirt. She suddenly flexed her arms backward, sticking her chest out more. As she did one, then two buttons of her shirt popped open. Then, in a violent burst, the rest of the buttons gave way and her shirt opened, revealing her tits. My eyes popped open and I slipped off the float in surprise. She laughed, hard, and threw her shirt onto the deck. She dove into the pool as I got back onto the float, and swam toward me. She surfaced, propping herself up on the edge of the float. Her titseven more glorious in the waterrested on the float between her elbows. "I see I got your attention," she said with a smirk. "Are you going to float around all night, feeling sorry for yourself? Or are you going to accept my apology?" I sat up a little and she crawled onto the float more. She reached the zipper of my jeans and pulled. The wet fabric fought her, but she eventually pulled my jeans down and freed my dick. I wriggled out of my jeans and she let them fall into the water. She reached forward and took my dick in her hand, casually looking at it, and up into my eyes, as I propped myself up on my elbows. Wordlessly she started to stroke me, gently, my dick growing in her hand. "I was worried you'd be too drunk for this to work," she said, licking my entire shaft to help lubricate her hand. She slid closer, her tits touching the inside of my thighs. She stroked me, maintaining eye contact, and I wondered what could lead her to act this way. What made a woman give her stepson blowjobs? This was more than a dare, or paying me back, I realized. Her eyes shone with an intensity I'd never seen before. "Come for me," she urged, pausing her strokes to lick my shaft every now and then. I sat up, and she slid closer, stroking me furiously. "Come on me, please," she implored. I reached forward, sliding my hands under her tits. She obliged, lifting herself so I could cup them, before resting her weight back down. We were in the deep end, floating in a slow rotation, the motion of her handjob sending small waves through the water. I was close, and I started to buck my hips. I wanted her to take me in her mouth, but she was enjoying herself. I came, grunting as a large burst of cum shot out over her shoulder. She aimed quickly as I kept coming, and stroked me as I spurt cum onto her neck and tits. I came hard, my dick shooting cum with each stroke of her hand, as if she was in control of my orgasm. Her tits were covered in cum, dripping down into the water that had pooled in the center of the float. When my orgasm ended she let go of my dick and swam to the edge of the water, looking over her shoulder at me. As she swam she slid off her underwear and kicked them off, letting them float away as she reached the edge of the pool. I swam over to her. She swam up to one of the water jets, pressing her pussy against it. "I used to come like this all the time growing up. We had a pool and it used to give me the best orgasms," she explained. She rubbed gently against the wall, finding the sweet spot as water rushed over her clit. She moaned, pressing her body against the pool wall. I hung my arm onto the deck next to her. I pulled close, putting my free hand on her ass. She moaned as I cupped her ass and the water washed over her pussy. She was getting closer, and I was getting hard watching her come. "Oh, jesus," she moaned, and started bucking her hips. She came, pressing her body against the pool wall and shuddering. I swung behing her, pressing my body against hers. My dick nestled in her soft ass, pointing straight up between her cheeks. I thrust my dick upward against her ass cheeks, pinning her to the pool wall. She shuddered, coming again suddenly and violently. The constant stimulation on her clit was almost too much for her. She came a third time, shaking with the intensity of her orgasm as I thrust against her ass faster and faster. She came a fourth time, this time crying out in pleasure, begging me for a break. I pulled away, my dick throbbing. She led me to the shallow end of the pool and motioned for me to sit on the edge. I did, and she immediately pressed her tits around my dick and started to rub me off with them. I was so close, and her tits were so perfect, that I exploded quickly. This second, smaller orgasm shot upward from between her tits, hitting under her. Pulse after pulse of cum flooded her cleavage as she pressed her tits against me, letting me come in the slick crevice. My orgasm ended, she stepped back, looking at the rivers of cum dripping down her stomach. She dove under, trailing blobs of semen as she retrieved our clothes. She tossed them onto a deck chair and exited the pool. She took my hand and handed me a towel. We dried each other off, and she led me into the house by the hand. I followed her up the stairs, mesmerized by the view of her ass as she led me to her bedroom. She pulled me into her bed, and we fell into spoon positions. I was pressed against her back, feeling her warmth against me as she turned off the light. Chapter 3 We left the next day for the wedding. When I woke up Jen was already dressed, packing last minute items. She wore yoga pants and a loose top that showed her freckled shoulders. We packed quickly, making good time to the airport. The flight was uneventful, although Jen fell asleep against me and I was treated to a good view of her cleavage the entire flight. By the time we landed, my dick was dripping pre-cum. Jen seemed aroused, too. Her face was flush, and she kept putting her arm around mine as we walked through the airport or into the hotel. The wedding was on her side of the family, one I was adopted into. Still, even for Jen it was the step-side of her family, and we found ourselves outsiders at the wedding. At the rehearsal dinner we found ourselves at a table with Jen's stepbrother, Jason, and his wife and kids. As we made small talk, I found it hard to concentrate on anything other than the fact that Jason's dick had been in Jen's mouth. Her own stepbrother. Of course, my dick had also been in her mouth. But talking to his wife and young kids underscored how bizarre it must have been for both of them. And, of course, he had fucked Jen's sister. I wondered if he had fucked Jen, too. My moment to find out came later in the evening. The kids had wandered off to eat more food, and Jen and some of the other women were chatting across the room. I found myself sitting next to Jason, alone at the table. We made some small talk. I liked him, he was an easy-going kind of guy. He had had a few drinks, and I knew that this was the time to ask. "Jason," I said, making sure no one was nearby to overhear us. "Can I ask you some questions, about Jen, when she was young?" "Sure," he said, leaning in. "Any time I can embarrass my stepsister, I'm game." He grinned broadly. "Well, I don't know how to bring this up to you, but she mentioned, one night to me, that she wrecked your car. And you were pretty mad. And she said she made it up to you, but she didn't say how. Did she pay for it?" "Oh, that," he said, looking around the room. He paused, his fingers fidgeting. "No, I didn't make her pay for the damages. She just apologized." "That's it? Just an 'I'm sorry.' I thought she must have done something to repay you. I know that when she was in college she'd bet sex on things. She told me about that stuff. So I wondered if, when she wrecked your car, she might have done something," I emphasized the last word. Jason said nothing, but looked at Jen and his wife talking. Then he turned to me, he face red. "What are you getting at?" "Nothing, nothing!" I said quietly, throwing up my hands. "I'm just curious, I'm trying to understand her." He took in my words carefully, and nodded slowly. "Understand her. Does she, um, has she had to...repay you for something?" "You can put it that way," I said, grinning. I mouthed the word 'blowjob' slowly. Jason exhaled. "I thought you were going to confront or judge me. Or worse, tell my wife. That was a long time ago," he mused. "So she's still at it, I see." His expression softened, and he grinned. "I can tell you, I was not expecting it. I was pissed, right, because she had wrecked my car. And she came to my room, and was all sweet and innocent about it. She apologized, and while I was ranting at her she just casually said she'd suck me off to make up for it. I thought she was kidding. And then she opened her shirt, and god, those tits." He seemed lost for a moment, then continued. "So, yeah, I let my stepsister suck my dick. I came all over her, it was in her hair and everything. Our parents were downstairs, and she had left the door open. I was so afraid we'd get caught, it just heightened everything. There she was, on her knees with her tits out and my dick in her mouth. It wasand maybe still isone of the craziest moments of my life. Anyway, I came and she got up and cleaned up and buttoned up her shirt and that was it. So, has she already, or did she say she was going to?" "Since we're speaking confidentially," I said, "she already has." "I wonder if she's as good as she was back then," he mused. "She's certainly had a lot of practice. So just a BJ?" "Yeah," I said, omitting some of the details. "It was amazing." "I bet," he said. "I didn't think it could get any better with her." He stopped short. I looked at him and he said, "never mind." "Come on, you can't say that and stop there. What did you mean?" He sighed, taking a drink. "Well, since you're not judging, I'll tell you this. We did it, once. And it was wild. It was at our family reunion, a year after the BJ. If you want to get her to talk about it..." As he whispered his final comments the women returned. I looked Jen over, and I saw Jason do the same. His wife did not notice. Jen extended her hand and said to me, "are you too cool to dance with your stepmom?" "I'm the least coolest person I know," I said, and took her hand. We walked out to the dance floor and slow danced with everyone else. Jen wore a silver dress that clung to her curves. It was modest, but I also knew she had a bra on and nothing else. When we had gotten to the hotel room we had ended up kissing, naked, her hand wrapped around my throbbing dick, when someone knocked on our hotel room door. We quickly got dressed and she opened the door to well-meaning relatives wanting to say hello. In the scramble, her underwear had ended up tangled in our sheets, and we had headed out to the rehearsal dinner. We danced as one might expect from a stepson and stepmom. As we danced, she asked what Jason and I had talked about. "Oh, not much," I said. "Just about you, when you were young and stuff." "Embarrassing stories about me?" she asked. "Sure," I said. "Not more embarrassing than anything you've told me. I mean, how many people here have you done something with?" I said this with a smile, and, in the dim dance floor lights, reached down and gave her ass a gentle squeeze before returning my hand. "Oh, you know," she said casually, "I'd have to think about it." She looked around as we danced. "Just two, here, actually. God, that sounds awful." "Who else?" I said, looking around. "You are going to think I'm horrible," she said. I leaned in close, "given how I've spent my last few weeks, I'm not going to judge. Seriously, who was it?" "See that guy in the light grey suit?" "The guy in his sixties?" I asked. "Well, he wasn't in his sixties back then, but he was older than me by over twenty years. That's my stepdad's friend Mitch. He and I did it a lot one summer, when I was home from college. He hired me to help in his dental office, and I stayed late a lot, and, well, we fucked right on the dental chairs. He was married, which I feel bad about, really. But his wife wasn't interested, and he was interested in me, and we did it once because I felt bad for him. And after that we did it at least once a day, because he was so good at it. Once he fucked me from behind and my mom had an appointment the next day in the same chair. It was crazy. We must have done it like a hundred times." "Jeez, how many times have you done it?" I asked. "I couldn't count, to be honest. Let's just say I enjoy myself." "And who's the other family memberor friend of the familythat isn't here that you've done it with." The dance ended and the lights came up. She looked around and someone she knew asked her to dance. She smiled and left me to dance. I looked the retired dentist over. I decided against talking to him, and before I could do anything else Jason's wife, Danielle, asked me to dance. We made small talk, all the while I wondered if she knew that her husband had had sex with his stepsister when they were younger. When the dance ended Jen found me and took me by the arm. "Let's get some fresh air," she said, and led me out of the room. The music faded as we walked through the hotel halls. We wandered, her draped on my arm, before she started talking. "Do you think I'm terrible?" "No, of course not," I said. Then I asked a question I had wanted to ask, but was afraid to. "Did dad know about all of this?" "No," she said. "I wasn't keeping it from him, you know. But it just never came up. He knew some things, here and there. Like the football game bet. God, that turned him on. He used to bet me all kinds of things to get me in bed. Even though he'd get me in bed whenever he wanted, it was fun to make it due to a lost bet. Or some kind of favor. I know it's been a long time, but I still miss him." We walked the hotel grounds, a beautifully manicured garden, in silence for a while. I finally spoke, "about, well, about Dad. I guess he wouldn't be happy with either of us right now." "When he passed away, he told me to be happy. And he asked me to take care of you. And right now, I'm happy taking care of you. He knew what I was like, I don't think he's mad. Are you feeling guilty?" "A little," I said. "Just thinking about family a lot tonight." "I know," she agreed. "Seeing everybody is bringing back a lot of memories. I'm glad I have you here. And don't worry about your dad. You know, he really wanted me to give someone a blowjob in front of him. He never asked explicitly, but I knew he wanted to. He knew that I once did two guys at once, and when I told him he was so turned on he fucked me three times in a row, a record." "Two at once, huh?" I said. She stopped, and sighed, "yes, once. It was Jason, believe it or not. And his cousin, Brian. We were visiting for a family reunion, about a year after I blew him. I'd never done anything with him again, although I knew he wanted to. The extended family had rented a campground and we had tents everywhere. Jason, and Brian, and I were hanging out in a tent, mid-day, it was so hot. And I don't know how we got on the subject, but we started talking about whether or not size mattered. Brian, as he liked to tell everyone, had a very big dick. He brought it up constantly to anyone who would listen. "I remember Brian was bragging about how, by virtue of his size, he was bound to be better at sex. He was specifically trying to get at Jason, and I was defensive of my step brother. I told Brian that size didn't matter, and he said he didn't believe me. So, I told them that I'd judge right then and there. You should have seen their faces. I slipped off my shorts, buried my face in the sleeping bags, and told them each to go inside me and stroke a few times, without telling me who it was. And I'd tell them who felt better, who was better at it. "So I did. And I remember waiting, with my ass in the air, for one of them to stick it in. I was getting pretty wet as one of them got behind me, his dick probing me. He slid in slowly, and I knew just by the size it was Brian. He was pretty awful, just thrusting away like he was sawing through a log. I let him enter me and thrust for about a minute before I told them to switch. He pulled out and after a little bit Jason slid into me. He was smaller, but immediately he angled differently, and each time he thrust into me I felt an electric tingle building inside me. I let him keep thrusting for a while, and finally said 'whoever this is, you're so much better. Don't stop.' And he started fucking me. I could feel an orgasm building inside me, and I came hard, biting my lip to keep quiet. "I lifted my head up, and Brian was sitting next to me, looking dejected. His dickand it was the biggest I'd ever seenwas still pretty hard, and I felt sorry for him. All those years of bragging, and I crushed his spirit. So I told him to let me suck his dick. He jumped at the chance, and Jason was thrusting into me while I sucked Brian. Jason came first, and I let him come all over my ass and back. Brian got close, and I stroked him to the final point, and he came on my face and neck. And I rolled over onto their sleeping bags, exhausted." We were near the elevator when she stopped talking. I looked at her, and wordlessly I hit the up button. We said nothing as we entered the elevator and took it to our room, as a woman was already in the car. As we walked into the room I pulled her close and kissed her. She pressed her body against me as I unzipped her dress. She let it fall to the ground and took off her bra. She stood, naked, her pussy dripping in anticipation. "You owe me," I said, "for what happened." "I know," she nodded. "But you're not paying me back right now," I said, taking off my clothes quickly. "This is about us, right now. And right now, I want you." "I want you to," she said, pressing her body against me. I cupped her ass and ground against her as we kissed. I ran my hand through her short, wavy hair and she dipped her head back. I took it as an invitation to kiss her neck, running down and over her collarbone. I then reached down, grabbing her by the ass and lifting. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around me as she fell gently against the wall. "Now," she said. I didn't hesitate. I lifted her a little more, so that the head of my swollen, throbbing dick was rubbing against her slick labia. With barely any effort the head of my dick popped inside her, and I thrust deep into her. I was inside my stepmom. We fucked hard, against the wall, our bodies plastered together. It was all I could do to stay upright, as I held her up and she wrapped around me. Jen came quickly, her pussy tightening around me as she panted hard. I kept thrusting, lost in the feeling of her body against mine, and she came again. This time I could not hold off, and I exploded with her. She cried out as I came inside her, filling her with all of the arousal of the moment, and the hours that led up to it. We stayed against the wall, her pussy and my dick pulsing in unison as I filled her with my semen. Then, as we came off our mutual climax, I set her down gently as I pulled out of her. Cum ran out of her and down her thigh, and she laughed. I pulled her to the bed, and she lay down and spread her legs wide. She was a dripping mess, and I was still hard. I knelt between her legs and leaned forward to kiss her breasts, crushing her nipples gently between my lips. As I paid attention to her, she stroked my slick shaft, begging me to enter her again. "How will you repay me if I fuck you again?" I asked between kissing her breasts. "I'll fuck you every day, how about that?" she panted. I grinned, and slid into her. She gasped, her eyes closing in delight as I started to fuck her again. It was more enjoyable now that I wasn't holding her up against the wall. My hands were free to roam and I felt her magnificent tits as I thrust into her. I was not even close to coming, and as I thrust into her, she came repeatedly. She moaned softly with each orgasm, her pussy gripping me tighter and tighter. Eventually I felt myself getting closer, and I came inside her again. She laughed in delight as I came inside her a second time, my orgasm just as intense as the first. She sat up and pushed me to lie flat on the bed. She crawled between my legs and started to lick my dick clean. She took me into her mouth gently, mindful of how sensitive I was. She sucked me slowly, my flaccid dick trying to give up despite her efforts. She swung herself around so her pussy, dripping with my cum and her wetness, hovered over my face. I dove in, licking her labia and clit as she sucked me. I could feel myself getting hard again, but was enjoying the feeling of her pussy in my face. I licked recklessly, listening to her squeals when I hit the right spots. I teased her, avoiding her clit until she'd shift herself so my tongue would hit it. I was hard again, and now she was sucking me in earnest. Jen came suddenly, her body shuddering. A flood of wetness and my cum leaked out of her and onto my face and chin. Was a mess, covered from her pussy's contractions. I kept licking until she leapt off of me. "I need a break down there," she panted, laughing. I pulled her close, kissing her. I felt her tits as she stroked my dick, and I was inspired. I straddled her, and put my dick between her tits. She understood, and pressed her tits together around my dick as I started to thrust. I was lubricated from all the cum and wetness, and I slid between her tits effortlessly. She maintained eye contact while talking dirty to me. "That's it, baby," she panted. "Fuck my tits. Come all over me." I had come twice already, but eventually my orgasm started to materialize. I was getting closer, and she could tell by the angry, deep red color of my dick. She picked up the pace, rubbing her tits to match my thrusts. I came, a relatively weak spurt of cum shooting from between her tits and hitting her face. Smaller pulses of cum shot out, covering her tits. I kept thrusting, willing myself to stay hard. When I stopped coming I got off of her and took her hand. She accepted, and let me pull her gently out of bed. She looked puzzled. We both looked worse for wear. Her hair was damp and hung in loose waves over her forehead. We were both wobbly on our feet, and she laughed and fell against me when she stood up. "What now?" she asked. "I'm a little worn out, it's been a while since I've been with someone with so much energy." "I had an idea," I said, and gestured to the balcony. "You've got to be kidding," she said, looking over my shoulder. She was pressed against me, and I gripped her ass gently. "No one will see who it is at this time of night," I said. "But anyone who looks up from the grounds will see two people doing it on the balcony," she replied. I took her hand and led her to the balcony. "I bet no one will see us," I said. I pushed her gently and she bent over the balcony, her ass sticking out to me and her tits hanging over the stucco. It was late, and the neighbor's balconies were empty and dark. We were six floors up, and anyone looking up would see us, but not recognize us. As I thrust into her, beating my father's record, I looked down on the grounds. She thrust backward to meet my motion, our bodies slapping together. We fucked hard, our bodies exhausted. I never wanted it to end, that perfect night with Jen. I could no longer tell when she was coming, as her body shuddered over and over. She cried out, and a couple down below looked up. Jen's tits were swinging as she leaned over the balcony. It was obvious what we were up to as they pointed up to us. I came, my body giving out as my dick pulsed inside her. I didn't even know if I had cum left to give her, but it didn't matter. I pulled out of her and we stumbled back to the bed and collapsed together. We were too exhausted to move. As we drifted off to sleep, she whispered in my ear. "I won that bet." "You cheated," I said. "We never said we couldn't make any sound, so I won. And since I won, my prize is that you are going to move into my bedroom when we get back." "What if I had one the bet?" I asked. "You'll have to make a new bet to find out," she said, kissing me. And, finally, we fell asleep in each other's arms. END pics---->> https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

Title: Daddy's Little Gymnast Ch. 03 Summary: Audra follows through with her father and Misty. Keywords: inc,fic "So Audra, is there any chance that we could catch up at your place tonight for some practice before the competition?" Misty asked. "Practice?" Audra laughed. "Or did you mean 'Audra is there any chance I can come over and fuck your Dad again'?" She was pleased to see Misty blush at the question. Her friend struggled to answer so she stepped in for her. "I'm sure Dad will be more than happy to let you suck the cum from his cock." "God Audra, do you have to be so openly dirty about it?" Misty asked in shock. "Oh I'm sorry, did I offend your sensibilities?" Audra asked. "You're hopeless," Misty said and slapped Audra's butt in response. "Careful, you know how much I like that." Misty just shook her head and asked Audra to confirm with her dad that it would be okay to have her over. Audra pulled her phone out and texted her father. There was a good chance that he'd be in treating one of his physiotherapy patients and unlikely to respond immediately. "I'm sure he'll answer yes before next lesson is over," Audra informed her friend. They took their seats at their desks in preparation to endure maths for the next fifty minutes. Audra spent the entire lesson resisting the temptation to check her phone, knowing that if she did she'd likely lose it until the end of the day. That would have been even more unbearable than not checking it for one lesson. When maths was finally done she grabbed Misty and filed from the room with the rest of the class. They stopped just out of the flow of traffic and quickly checked for messages on Audra's phone. Audra's dad had unsurprisingly but happily replied yes. "Awesome!" Misty yelled, jumping up and down on the spot in excitement, drawing plenty of lustful glances from passing boys. Audra just laughed at her and dragged her off to their next class. When the day was done Audra went home with Misty so that they could grab some things for the sleep-over. "Are you sure your father doesn't mind having her over and driving her to the competition?" Misty's mother asked Audra when she was told what the girls had planned. "Not at all, he's fine with it. He comes because he enjoys it these days. I mean. We're eighteen its not like we can't get ourselves there." Audra replied. "Well okay then, I guess I'll see you girls at the competition." "See you then Mom," Misty replied. "Oh and I'm staying Saturday night as well. You did get that didn't you?" "Yeah, I got it. I guess I'll have to get used to you not being here at some point," her mother replied with an overly dramatic sigh. 'Oh God Mom, it's only two nights, I haven't even finished school yet and it's not like I'm moving out immediately anyway." "Oh I know, but it just reminds me that it won't really be that long until you go off to college," her mother said, sweeping her into a hug. Audra watched, wishing that her mother was so caring. Wherever the woman was, she could fucking stay there as far as Audra was concerned. Misty dragged Audra up to her room to pack an overnight bag. Audra went straight to Misty's underwear drawer, pulled out a sexy red lace thong and threw it to her friend. "What's that for?" Misty asked with a laugh. "To put on silly. I know you, you're probably wearing boring navy blue bikini bottoms right now and I simply won't stand for it. Go on, prove me wrong." Misty blushed and undid the button and zip of her jeans. She pulled them apart to show that Audra had been completely correct. "I can't believe you actually got that right," Misty pouted. "Well they have to come off. If you're going to let my dad see you in your underwear, it needs to be sexy underwear," Audra demanded. "You know its completely weird that you totally accept and even encourage me to have sex with your dad right?" Misty said as she worked her tight jeans down her muscular legs. "Well yeah, but like, I want him to be happy and I want you to be happy. Apparently fucking each other works on both counts," Audra replied matter-of-factly. "Doesn't make it any less weird," Misty told her. She tossed her jeans onto her bed, then slipped off her panties. Audra watched lustfully always happy for a chance to see her friend in any state of undress. "Woah, hang on a sec," Audra said. "Is that stubble?" "Um, yeah, no biggie," Misty laughed, moving to pull her panties on. "Yes biggie," Audra insisted. Misty just pulled the red thong on and grabbed her jeans. She pulled them on and jumped around as she hurried to pull them up over her butt and hips. Audra let her get away with it rather than jumping her like she wanted to. As much as she was okay with all sorts of kinky stuff happening and as much as she knew that Misty was as well, she didn't think Misty's mother would hold the same view. There was no point attracting unwanted attention. She fully intended to do something about that stubble though. ~~~~~~~ "So, are we actually going to practice?" Audra asked her friend as they dumped her stuff in Audra's bedroom. "I think that we should at least do some stretching. Coach would go ballistic if she thought that we'd skipped anything," Misty replied. "True, and I do want to win," Audra said. "Really? You? You want to win?" Misty teased. Audra just stuck her tongue out at her friend in response. "Well you're not going to be able to train in your jeans, so you'll have to get them off," Audra replied, taking a seat on her bed to watch. Misty rolled her eyes but undressed all the same. When she was down to her panties, she pulled her t-shirt off and then went to grab a leotard from her bag. "Hey, don't go getting those panties all sweaty, change them!" Misty gave her a withering look but Audra knew that she'd won when her friend pulled a nude competition thong from her bag. She grinned at Misty as the red lace thong was carefully placed aside. Before she could slip the nude one on Audra pounced. She leapt up and grabbed Misty. "What the hell?" Misty asked, giggling. "Time to fix that stubble," Audra replied. "Oh come on, I'm due to get it waxed next week, if I shave it now I'll have to wait even longer," Misty complained. "Well then you'll have to wait. I think Daddy deserves a nice clean pussy; no hair at all, don't you?" Audra asked her. Misty didn't have to reply, Audra felt her relax in submission. She grinned and stood on her toes to kiss her friend quickly. "Come on, I'll shave you," she added enthusiastically, as she led Misty into her bathroom. Audra ran the water in the sink until it was warm and had Misty sit on the edge of the tub. She grabbed her shaving gel, razor and a hand towel. She squirted the gel into her palm and then rubbed it generously all over her friend's pussy, even down as far as her anus. Then she picked up her razor and set about shaving her. "This position doesn't really work," Audra lamented. "Lay down on the floor for me Misty." "I could just do it myself you know," Misty informed her even as she spread a towel on the floor and laid down on it. "Yeah but that wouldn't be any fun. You'll be much wetter when you're done if I do it for you," Audra replied. "I'd be wetter if you were naked," Misty suggested. Audra grinned at her friend and quickly stripped off her clothes. "Better?" she asked, kneeling down beside her. "Much better," Misty replied and reached a hand out to fondle Audra's little tit. "Now if you cut me I can make sure you feel it," she added, taking a firm hold of Audra's nipple. "Hey! If you pull it too hard I won't have a choice," Audra giggled. She felt Misty release her nipple and use a full-handed caress instead. She set about shaving her. She ran the razor over Misty's mound and then carefully worked it between her legs, moving from her thigh towards her right lip, then repeating it on the left. She used her fingers to hold Misty's labia so that she didn't cut her and enjoyed how slippery they were with the shaving gel all over them. Every now and then she'd slide a finger or even the handle of the razor between Misty's lips and into her pussy. "Pull your legs up," Audra insisted. Misty grabbed hold of her knees and pulled them toward her chest, spreading them at the same time. Audra shuffled around until she was behind her friend and made sure that there weren't any stray hairs around her anus. "So sexy," she commented as she ran her fingers all over Misty's pussy. She used her index finger to tease at her butt hole before slapping her thigh and letting her know that it was time for her to wash off. Misty got to her feet and turned on the shower. "If I'm going to wash off I may as well wash off completely," she advised by way of explanation. She undid her bra and cast it aside. Audra immediately stepped in and grabbed hold of her tits. "Well if you're going to go and get all naked and wet there's no way I'm missing out," she told her friend as she caressed and teased her breasts. She looked up and met Misty's gaze. Misty grinned at her and Audra pulled her head down so that she could kiss her. Their tongues danced merrily within each other's mouths until they realised the room was steaming up. "I guess the water's hot enough," Misty said with a laugh. She adjusted it to a more suitable temperature and the two girls hopped in together. They took it in turns washing each other, taking their time to tease and please as they did so. Audra spent a lot of time sucking on Misty's perky nipples while fingering her pussy. She worked her friend's clit until she came. She grabbed her hairbrush from the vanity and passed it to Misty. It was blue and made of plastic. The handle was squarish and wavy in form. "Fuck me with it Misty. If I can't have a cock I'll take what I can get," she told her. She put her hands against the wall and thrust her butt back into the centre of the shower. Misty stood beside her and while holding the bristles of the brush, slid the handle into her friend's pussy. "Well if you're truly desperate, you could always just fuck your dad, he has a nice cock," Misty teased. Audra groaned at the thought, though she figured Misty probably wouldn't realise the true reason being desire and frustration rather than the disgust that she likely expected. "Are you kidding me?" Audra asked. "Well its the only one that's going to be readily available unless we go out tonight and we don't do that before competitions anymore because someone likes to win, remember?" Misty replied. "Well yeah, so I should just fuck my Dad? You don't think that's, like, kinda wrong?" Audra replied laughing as if the suggestion was outrageous. "Of course it's wrong," Misty laughed in response as she smacked Audra's butt and thrust the handle deep, "But in a way it's so wrong it's a turn-on. Not that I suggest you actually do it! Of course knowing you, what I say wouldn't have anything to do with it." Audra felt Misty start sliding the brush rapidly in and out of her pussy and listened as she started to talk dirty to her. "Take my cock Audra, take Daddy's cock in your dirty little pussy. Are you a being a good little slut for Daddy? Do you want to feel Daddy's hot cum explode in your cunt?" "Oh fuck yes," Audra replied enthusiastically. She felt Misty reach a hand under her stomach and between her legs. Her fingers started teasing her clit as she kept thrusting with the brush. "You're really fucking dirty Audra. You're so dirty that you probably would fuck your Dad. You want his cock bad, don't you? You want him balls deep in this tight little hole. You probably want him to spray your face with cum." Audra screamed in pleasure as she erupted with orgasm. Her legs shook and she felt a gush of fluid just like she had when her father had made her squirt. "Wow, that was intense!" Misty said. Audra smiled at her, loving the pleased look on her face. "No shit," Audra replied, moving her hands from the wall to wrap her friend in a hug that crushed their wet breasts together. "Thanks beautiful, that was amazing." "You're amazing," Misty replied between kisses. "Who would have thought a little Daddy fantasy and daddy talk would have set you off like that!" "Pretty kinky huh?" Audra asked. "Hey if it makes you cum that hard, who cares!" "So, um, should we actually practice now?" Audra asked. "Yeah, probably," Misty agreed. The two girls quickly dried and dressed in their practice gear. They cleared the living room and went through their warm up and stretching routine before practicing the elements that they could in the limited space. They had finished and were relaxing in the kitchen having a drink in their leotards when Audra's father arrived home from work. "Hey girls," he greeted them warmly hugging first Audra and then Misty. "You know if you guys want to kiss each other hello, it's okay by me," Audra said to them when she saw them eyeing each other speculatively. "I mean you both know that I know that you fucked, so you don't have to tip-toe around me." "Subtle as a brick as always," her father laughed. Misty just grinned at Audra and kissed him. "So, pasta for dinner?" he asked when they broke apart. "Yes please," both girls replied in unison. "Okay, well I'll get changed and then come back and cook dinner," he informed them. The girls watched him leave the kitchen and head upstairs. "I bet you wish you were up there watching," Audra teased Misty. "Watching isn't quite what I had in mind," Misty riposted. "I bet," Audra laughed, using her hand and tongue to suggest that Misty would be giving him a blow job if she were in the room. "If you're not careful I'll do it to him in front of you!" Misty said, slapping her friend's hand away from her mouth. "Promises, promises," Audra retorted. Misty just rolled her eyes at her. Audra's father returned to the kitchen in a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt that whilst not entirely fitted, at least showed off the lack of a pot-belly beneath it. He set about making dinner, assigning the girls different tasks as he went to share the workload. Audra couldn't help but notice that as they moved about the kitchen her friend took every opportunity to touch her father in inappropriate ways. He played the game as well, touching Misty on the tits or ass, once even groping her pussy, neither of them taking any particular care to hide their actions from her. She suspected that her father would know how much it turned her on and that Misty was just trying to tease her. She returned the favour by rubbing against her father when Misty wasn't looking and against Misty when he wasn't looking. It made for a very horny preparation. They ate together and Audra found that with the other two being quite open about touching one another, she was limited in what she could do. Each of them was of course open to her touching them, but neither of them knew about what she did with the other. She was determined to change that, but was waiting for the right time. Misty's behaviour in the shower at least gave her hope that it wouldn't entirely freak her out. She couldn't see any reason why her father would be upset about her having sex with Misty, especially after the way he'd reacted when she'd mentioned the idea of a threesome. It was difficult to find a way to do it though. She didn't feel like she could just rip her clothes off at the table and suggest they go for it. After dinner, they watched television. Audra and Misty hadn't bothered changing out of their leotards. Audra left Misty to cuddle with her father on the couch and took up position on the floor. She made sure to lie on her stomach as often as comfort would allow and spread her legs with her heels kicking in the air so that the other two would be left with a clear view between her legs. She made sure that her leotard rode up her butt crack to show of her taut buttocks as much as she could. "Time for bed," Audra announced after the end of the show. "I assume that you two will want a bit more time but don't wear her out too much Dad, we have to compete tomorrow and I want to win." She left them to it and headed off to her room to change for bed, only slightly jealous of her friend. After all, she got to sleep with her Dad pretty much whenever she wanted. They hadn't moved into the same room or anything, but they dallied in the same bed quite frequently before separating to sleep. Misty had told Audra that she would join her and sleep in her room, which was a nice gesture. If she'd spent the whole night with her father, Audra might have struggled with things just a little bit. "Can I come in for a second?" her father asked after a quiet knock on her door. "Of course Daddy," Audra beamed, both surprised and pleased to see him there. He walked across the room to where she was sitting on her bed and sat next to her. "I just wanted to thank you for being so amazing about this," he said, one hand resting on her thigh. She was acutely aware of how warm it was and felt his fingers squeeze reassuringly. "That's okay Daddy, just remember that you're going to have to share her with me soon. And me with her of course," Audra replied. "You're not worried she'll freak out?" he asked. "Not really. Let's just say there's been enough clues that I think it's almost time. You need to do one thing for me though." "What's that sweetie?" "Fill her pussy with cum before you send her back to bed," Audra replied. "But what if it's not a safe time or she's not on the pill?" he asked. "Oh she's fine, trust me. I know she's on the pill," Audra told him. "Should I ask why I have to fill her?" "Because I'm going to eat your cum from her pussy Daddy," Audra replied matter-of-factly and enjoyed the look on his face. She moved her hand to his crotch and rubbed his mostly hard cock. "You can think about that when you're pumping this gorgeous cock in and out of her." "I think I'd better go before I lose all grip on reality," her father said with a laugh. "I'll be thinking of you Daddy," Audra said to him. She lifted her t-shirt to flash her little tits at him as he left the room. He left and closed the door and she lay back and slipped her hand into her panties to play with her pussy. She was determined to cum before Audra returned. She worked two fingers into her slit and lubricated them before holding her pussy lips open to access her clit. She rubbed it slowly at first, enjoying the pleasure as it built. She teased herself, stoking her excitement and then backing off until she was ready to go all the way. She could feel her juices running down between her butt cheeks. She rolled partly to one side and cocked her leg then reached behind herself to finger her asshole. She first wet her middle finger in her pussy, then worked it into her tight little anus. She pushed it in to the second knuckle and wiggled it around. Moaning, she rubbed her clit with her other hand. It felt so good! She wished that she had someone to play with her butt for her while she focussed on her clit, but she made do. She thought back to the shower and the hairbrush. She glanced about her room until she saw a sharpie on her desk. It looked perfect. She jumped up, grabbed it and then returned to her bed. It took almost no effort at all to slide it into her butt. She slid it back and forth and bit down on her lip as she rubbed herself to orgasm. She let out a loud cry, hoping that it would be heard down the hall. Audra listened as Misty made her way quietly into her room. "Hey," she said quietly to let her friend know that she was still awake. "Hey," Misty replied. She lay down on the mattress that had been left on the floor for her and pulled the quilt over her. Audra slid from her bed and wiggled under it to join her. "Have fun?" Audra asked quietly. "Yes. Lots thanks," Misty replied happily. Audra reached under her friend's t-shirt and caressed her tit. She heard Misty sigh happily and gently teased at the nipple. Misty turned toward her and she was able to kiss her. As they kissed, Audra slid her hand down over Misty's beautifully toned body and slipped it into her pants. She almost had her fingers on her friend's pussy when Missy said, "Don't." "Why not?" Audra asked. "Because I'm um, kind of full of cum." Misty giggled. "Even better," Audra replied and quickly jammed two fingers in her friend's vagina. "It's your Dad's!" Misty replied like it was going to make a difference. "Don't care," Audra groaned and kissed her friend forcefully. "Oh God," Misty moaned back, giving in to the passion of the kiss and the feeling of the fingers in her pussy. Audra kissed her and climbed over her. She took her fingers from Misty's pussy and sucked them into her mouth. She was rewarded with a shocked gasp from her friend. Audra silenced her before she could speak by pushing the same fingers into Misty's mouth. She was pleased that Misty reacted by sucking hungrily on them. She pushed a thigh between Misty's legs and ground it against her pussy, mashing her panties into the mess. "I'm going to eat you Misty. I'm going to eat your pussy even though it's full of Daddy's cum. I want to taste him. I hope that doesn't freak you out because I'm going to do it anyway." She slid down her friend's body and grabbed hold of her panties, intending to have them off before she could protest. She grabbed the red lace and started removing them, pleased when there was no resistance. She pushed Misty's legs apart and took up position between them while running a finger up and down her dripping slit. "Do it Audra," Misty gasped. Audra was pleasantly surprised. She leaned in and ran her tongue up her friend's slit. She heard Misty moan in pleasure and pushed her tongue inside. She could taste her father's cum mixed with Misty's own juices. It was an intoxicating cocktail and she wanted all of it. She licked and lapped and felt Misty start to writhe beneath her. "Eat your Daddy's cum Audra," Misty groaned. "Eat it from my pussy. I can't believe how much I want you to do it," she hissed quietly, spurring Audra on. Audra pushed two fingers into her friend and licked at her clit. Each contact caused Misty to buck her hips against the intense pleasure as Audra took her closer and closer to orgasm. She threw back the quilt and pushed Misty's legs almost to a split before Misty bent her knees and drew them back toward her chest. Audra lifted her and drew her butt just off the ground so that she was tilted up, then resumed eating her. She ran her tongue deep into Misty's pussy, up over her clit and back down again. When she reached the bottom of her friend's slit she kept going, following the trail of leaking cum. She swirled her tongue around Misty's puckered little anus and the pushed at the centre. "Oh fuck, that's so dirty Audra," Misty moaned. Audra wiggled her tongue and worked Misty's clit with her fingers. "Don't stop Aud, I'm gonna cum. Make me cum Audra!" Audra thrust her tongue deep into her friend's butt hole and frigged her clit hard. Misty cried out in pleasure and her body convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her. Audra let her relax again and snuggled in with her. "After the competition tomorrow, we're having a threesome," Audra whispered in Misty's ear. "You, me and who?" Misty asked sleepily, her consciousness fading fast after her orgasm. "You, me and Daddy," Audra replied. "Sounds awesome," Misty muttered. She was asleep a second later. Audra climbed into her own bed and slept. ~~~~~~~ "You rock Audra!" Misty exclaimed as she returned with her individual all-around gold medal. "Hey you did awesome too," Audra praised her friend. "We wouldn't have team gold if you hadn't done so well. The two girls hugged each other and then joined their parents who showered their own praise and adoration on them. "Are you sure you don't mind having her another night Doug? They could both sleep at our house if you like," Misty's mother said as they gathered their bags and prepared to leave. "It's fine," Doug replied. "Everything is ready and it's really no trouble at all. They spend most of their time in Audra's room anyway." "As long as you're okay with it," Misty's mother checked. Assured that it was all good she left them and headed off to her car. "Post comp pizza for dinner?" Audra asked Misty as they drove home. "Sounds perfect," Misty replied. "Of course, it means we'll have to work extra hard for a couple of days, but it's worth it. ~~~~~~~ "What are you girls planning on after dinner?" Audra's father asked later as they sat around eating the pizza. "Fucking you," Audra replied. Both Misty and her father fumbled their pizza. "What? It's just the truth!" "Hearing you say it ... wow," Misty replied. "Wait, you don't mind?" her father asked Misty. "Um, no? I know I should probably freak out, but well, it turns me on. You should have seen her go off yesterday when we were in the shower and I pretended the hairbrush was your dick!" Misty replied. "You two ... in the shower?" he asked and had to adjust his cock. "Oh shit, sorry, I thought you knew about us, what with how open Audra is and all," Misty sputtered. "Foot, meet mouth," Audra laughed. "Come on Dad, I told you that I was planning a threesome, so you must have at least thought about the possibility. "Wait, you told him you were planning this?" Mist asked, incredulous. "Does that mean ..." "Yeah, sorry babe, but I had sex with him before you did," Audra laughed. Misty and her father looked from each other to Audra and back again several times without managing to find words to fit the situation. "God look at you. You're like a couple of circus clowns waiting for someone to put ping pong balls in your mouths," Audra said with a laugh. "Well to be fair, you have an advantage," Misty pointed out. "I mean, you're the only one that actually knew all about what's been going on." Audra finished her slice of pizza. "Well I'm done with dinner, so I'm going to wipe my hands and then when I come back, the next thing that goes in my mouth will either be a cock or a tit." "Well when she puts it like that," Misty said and jumped to her feet to follow her friend. Doug joined them and then they returned to the living room. She told her father to sit on the couch and then pulled Misty to her in the centre of the room. "Let's give the old man a bit of a show," she suggested to her friend. She reached a hand up behind Misty's neck, took hold of the back of her head and pulled her in and down for a kiss. Misty thrust her tongue into Audra's mouth and the two enjoyed each other for a while, tongues duelling and hands exploring. "My God that's hot," Doug said from the couch. "You haven't seen anything yet Daddy," Audra said, breaking from the kiss momentarily. She pulled her top off to reveal her bare breasts and then tugged at Misty's top. After making short work of her friend's bra she sucked hungrily on her tit. She took hold of the other with her hand and gave it a firm squeeze as she sucked. "Get your cock out and stroke it for us," Misty said over Audra's head. Audra turned her friend enough that she could see what her father was doing while she went back and forth between Misty's tits. She watched her father push his pants down as far as his ankles and take his swollen cock in hand. The head was engorged with his desire and the veins stood clearly out along and around the hard shaft. Audra was tempted to stop so that she could suck it, but she really wanted to give her father a good show first. "Do a hand stand for me Misty," she said. Misty stepped back and asked which direction she should be facing. Audra gave it some thought to try and work out what would give her father the best view. "Do it so that you're facing Daddy upside down." Misty stepped back and performed the handstand. Audra stood behind her and caught her feet. She didn't need to, Misty could have stood like that for minutes, but Audra had other plans in mind. She guided Misty to spread her legs into a split whilst watching her father's eyes bug out of his head and his hand pump his cock rapidly. "Isn't she sexy Dad?" she asked him. She only received a nod for an answer. She ran her hands along the taut, corded muscles of Misty's legs and then caressed her pussy. She ran a finger between her friend's lips and then pushed it down into her. She added a second and finger-fucked her upside down before pulling them out and sucking them suggestively. "Oh fuck that's hot," her father commented from the couch. Audra let her feet slide sideways, her leg's spreading as her head lowered to her pussy. When she was able to lick it, she did. She held herself in a half split; muscles tense as she lapped at Misty's bald slit. They stayed like that until the discomfort was too much, then Audra dropped into a full split. Misty lowered herself from her handstand. She turned toward Audra's father, then bent double and spread her legs so that her butt and pussy were thrust back toward Audra. "Now that pussy is split wide!" Misty said, taking in the view from between her legs. "Well yours looks too good not to eat," Audra replied. "Come and have a look Daddy." She plunged her tongue between Misty's lips again as her father came around to have a look at the view. When he was beside her, she grabbed hold of his cock and pulled it to her mouth, sucking it as he studied the view of Misty's pussy. "Oh fuck!" Misty exclaimed and lost her balance. She turned her fall into a roll and came to her feet. "What happened?" Audra asked with a giggle, coming out of the splits. "You're sucking your Dad's cock!" Misty replied, "It's the first time I've seen it. It's so hot!" "Come and share it with me," Audra told her, kneeling before her father. Misty came and joined her. Audra offered her his cock, holding it out toward her. Misty took the head in her mouth and sucked up and down. Audra licked along the bottom half of the shaft and worked her way up until she met Misty's mouth. She licked at her friend's lips until Misty pulled back and released the cock. Audra kissed her around it, loving the groan it provoked from her father. "You weren't supposed to join in yet," Audra pouted at him a few moments later. "We were going to give you a show." "Yeah, well you called me over here and started sucking me. How the hell am I supposed to refuse that?" "Good point I guess," Audra laughed. "Why don't you lay down and I'll show Misty my trick so she can try it too. Her father took up position on the floor and Audra did a handstand over the top of him. She grinned at Misty and then lowered her self down until she could capture her father's cock with her mouth. She sucked him and then pushed back up into the handstand, the movement dragging the cock from her mouth. She repeated the movement three times before her arms were too strained to continue. She dropped out of the handstand and challenged Misty to match her performance. Misty accepted and went into a handstand. She managed three sucks of Doug's cock before she dropped back out of it. "I've died and gone to heaven," Audra's father said with a grin. "Not even close," Audra replied. She faced his feet and dropped into a split over his face until her pussy squished against his mouth. "I can't believe you're doing all this with your Dad," Misty said as she watched. "Well don't just watch," Audra told her. "If you don't take advantage of that nice hard cock you'll miss your chance." She laughed as Misty leapt to take it in hand. She bent over it and sucked it deep into her mouth. Audra reached over and smacked her ass. "The only problem with this, and it's only a small one, is that I can't see what's happening," Doug moaned from beneath his daughter. "Well I'm glad you're not complaining Daddy," Audra moaned, grinding her pussy into his face. She took pity on him though and dismounted. "Come on Misty, let's show him some more." Misty released Doug's cock again and joined Audra. The two girls worked their way through a series of flexibility exercises, finding unique ways to sexualise every one of them. Audra's father studied them from close range, sometimes getting his cock sucked, sometimes just rubbing it against one of their pussies or asses, but he didn't penetrate either of them. "I think it's time for some actual sex," Misty eventually groaned after Doug's cock had been dragged across her slippery bald pussy. Audra took her hand and led her to the couch. She had her friend kneel on the seat and lean on the back of it, then adopted the same position next to her. "Come on Daddy, fill a hole," she invited him. She waggled her ass at him and watched over her shoulder as he advanced on them. "Wow, how to choose?" he asked as he surveyed the two tight teen gymnast's bums in front of him. "Do her first, I want to watch," Misty said lustily. "I want to see you stick your cock in your daughter's pussy." Audra grinned at her friend and reached back and pulled her butt cheeks apart. "Come on Daddy, fuck me for Misty," she said. He stepped in behind her and she felt his cock nudge her pussy. He pushed and her lips parted around the head. She pushed back against him, loving the feel of him spreading her wide. "Oh God you're stiff Daddy," she moaned as he worked deep inside. "I wonder why," He replied with a laugh. "I can't believe I'm seeing it," Misty groaned. She was kneeling on the couch and had turned so that she could see the point of penetration. Audra felt her take her butt in her hands and help her spread the cheeks. Her dad slid back and forth, fucking her with long slow strokes. "Suck him Misty. Suck my pussy juices from Daddy's cock," Audra moaned. She felt her father's cock pulled from her pussy and turned to look over her shoulder as Misty sucked him hungrily and moaned around the head. She sucked up and down his length for a few moments before releasing him and guiding him back inside his daughter's pussy. She felt Misty's finger probe at her anus. "Yes Misty, finger it, push a finger in my ass," Audra demanded. She felt pressure and then the finger wiggled into her anus. "I want to see you girls eat each other again." Audra's father moaned. His cock was withdrawn from Audra's pussy and she groaned in disappointment. She rolled onto her back on the couch and beckoned her friend to her. Misty climbed onto the couch and sat on top of her, straddling her waist. Audra reached up to play with her friend's tits even as she felt Misty take hers in hand. Misty leaned down toward her and she had to move her hands out the way in order to accept the kiss that was demanded. "I don't think you understand how a sixty-nine works," Audra's father said. Audra heard a smack and felt Misty flinch in response. "Hey!" Misty protested. "I just wanted to kiss her, no need to spank me." "With a butt this tight spanking it is kind of irresistible," Doug replied. The statement was accompanied by another smack. "It is a nice tight butt," Audra agreed, reaching to squeeze her friend's muscular buttocks. "Huh, well you only said you wanted to watch us eat each other, not that we had to sixty-nine. I was going to sit on her face, but if you want a sixty-nine I guess I can deal with that," Misty replied as she turned herself around on the couch. Audra eyed the perfectly smooth pussy as it was thrust toward her face. She again grabbed her friend's buttocks, pulling them wide as she buried her tongue in her pussy. She felt Misty's tongue on her clit at the same time and groaned. She could see her father standing beside them, cock pointing stiffly away from his body. He moved from one end of their fun to the other, watching each of them in turn. She saw him reach out and caress her friend's body and couldn't help but grin when she saw him push the tip of his finger into Misty's asshole. "Thank you ladies, that's spectacular," he groaned. "But I need to bury my cock in a tight little pussy." "Lay down on the floor then Daddy," Audra said from between her friend's legs. She waited for Misty to climb off and then told her to mount his cock by doing the splits. When Misty stood over her father, Audra grabbed his cock and held it upright for her friend, then watched as her legs spread slowly to either side. Misty kept going and Audra held him tight as her pussy engulfed him. She released his cock and moved behind her friend. From there she reached in front and grabbed Misty's tits so that her father could see her doing it. She kissed along Misty's neck and sucked on her earlobes. She could feel Misty moving her hips in circles, grinding on her father's cock. "So sexy," her father said. "Bounce on him Misty," Audra whispered in her friend's ear. "Make him cum. I want to see him cum in you, then I'm going to eat it out so that you both get to watch." She heard Misty groan loudly in desire. Misty got her feet underneath her and Audra moved aside. Misty went to town, bouncing up and down, her hands on Audra's father's chest. Audra watched her father thrust up into her friend's pussy. "Yeah, fuck him Misty," Audra encouraged her. "Fuck him until he cums in your hot little pussy. I want to eat Daddy's cum from you." "Fuck!" her father exclaimed. It was clearly too much for him. His body tensed and he thrust hard, holding Misty by the hips so that she stayed with him. Audra sucked her friend's tit while she was being filled with her father's cum and then when she felt she'd been patient enough, she pushed her to one side. Misty gasped as Audra sucked her father's cock into her mouth for a couple of seconds before jumping in between Misty's legs. "Holy shit," her father said as she pushed Misty's legs wide and went to town between them. It wasn't long until Misty screamed as an orgasm blew through her system. Audra quickly climbed over her and kissed her, sharing the taste of her father's sperm with her friend. "That was amazing," her father said as he watched. "I'm sure we can manage to get you up again Daddy," Audra said to him with a grin. "I'm sure you can, but I need a rest," he laughed in response. "That's okay. You rest while I give Audra an orgasm," Misty said gleefully. "But first, you should see the pretzel I can turn her into." Audra had her hand taken by her friend and moments later found herself with her feet crossed behind her own head. Misty finger-fucked her before using her tongue. For the next ten minutes Audra was contorted into whatever crazy position her friend could come up with and had her pussy invaded in every one of them. Eventually she was begging her friend to just make her cum. Misty took mercy on her. She found herself on her hands and knees, face pressed to the floor with Misty behind her, fingers in her pussy, thrusting rapidly in and out. "Get in front of her so she can suck you," Misty told Audra's father. Audra found her father's cock in her face and sucked him as deep as she could. He started to harden as Misty worked her pussy hard. Her fingers curled to caress her front wall and her orgasm approached rapidly under the dual pleasure of sucking and being penetrated. She took her father deep, feeling her saliva running from her mouth as she held him and Misty pumped her from behind. She felt Misty's second hand begin playing with her clit and lost it. She came hard, body shaking. She felt the gush and Misty cried out in surprise. "Come to bed with me girls," Audra's father told them when they'd had a chance to recover. The three of them headed upstairs together. "Audra, I want you face down on the bed with your legs over the edge. Misty, get on top and straddle her so that you're just above her. I want to go from pussy to pussy and back again." Audra climbed onto the bed as she had been told and then Misty climbed on top of her, her legs spread to either side of Audra's hips. Audra could feel her friend's tits crushed against her back and Misty pulled her hair to one side to nuzzle her neck and ears. She felt her father's cock push into her pussy and gave an appreciative moan as he slid in and out. "Is he fucking you Audra? Is your Daddy's cock in your pussy?" her friend asked. "It is Misty, it's nice and deep and really hard. It feels so good." Even as she said it, it was withdrawn though. She felt Misty's body moving on hers. "It's really hard, isn't it?" Misty giggled in her ear. "Let me turn over Daddy," Audra asked. "I want to kiss Misty while you fuck us both." Her father agreed to let her have her way and she and Misty moved around until she was able to lie on her back and have Misty on top of her. She wrapped her legs around her friend's waist and kissed her, enjoying the feel of their tits being mashed together as her father slid first in Misty's pussy and then in her own. Both girls moaned pleasurably around each other's tongues. "Where should I cum girls?" Audra's father asked. "In Audra's pussy," Misty moaned, her own full of cock at the time. "I don't know if it's safe though," Audra complained. "On her face and tits then. I'll eat it off her," Misty declared. The groan that emanated from Audra's father clearly communicated his approval of the idea. He continued fucking back and forth between the two girl's pussies until he was ready to cum. He announced the fact to them and Misty quickly climbed out of the way. Audra spun herself around so that she was on her back with her head beneath her father's cock. He pumped it in his fist. She could see him pointing it toward her face and closed her eyes and opened her mouth in anticipation. She felt the first spurt cover her upper lip and chin, some of it landing in her mouth. The next one hit her right breast and beyond that, she felt dribbles on her nose and forehead. She tentatively opened her eyes just in time to see Misty pounce on her. First her tit was cleaned, then her chin and finally the rest of her face. "Girls, that was amazing, but sadly I'm done," Audra's father announced. "That's okay Daddy, we can sleep here with you and have some fun in the morning," Audra suggested. There was approval all around and the three of them prepared for bed, then climbed beneath the covers together to sleep. ~~~ End ~~~ For pics visit ---->> https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

Title: A View to a Thrill Ch.02 Summary: Penny returns and Mom makes a decision. Keywords: inc,fic Carol Morris rolled onto her back and stared blankly at the ceiling, the feel of sperm oozing out of her pussy and sliding down the crack of her ass a stark reminder that she'd just fucked her son. Not only had she fucked her son, but also the neighbors had watched as she'd done it. For some reason she wasn't too upset about that, after all she and Jimmy had watched them do the same. Turn about was fair play. She was more upset with herself for allowing it to happen in the first place. From the moment she'd first seen her son's big cock her libido had taken over until all she could think about was how good it would feel to have it ramming into her neglected cunt. And it had felt good, better than she could have hoped for. But now that it was over she couldn't help but feel a little guilt at betraying her husband. Not to mention how much mental harm she might have done to her son. Jimmy lay staring over at his mother wondering what was running through her mind. He was pretty sure she was having second thoughts about what had just happened, the worried look on her face was evidence of that. As for himself he couldn't be happier. His mom was a gorgeous woman and having sex with her had been phenomenal. However, being quite pragmatic for his age he wasn't sure if his mom would want to do it again. He knew that they had crossed a boundary that mothers and sons weren't supposed to cross, and from the look on her face it was obviously weighing heavily on her. "Mom, don't worry, it'll be okay," he whispered calmly. Carol heard him but didn't reply, she was looking across the way as the neighbor kid mounted his mother once more and began to ram his youthful cock in and out of her at a frenzied pace. When Jimmy repeated himself she finally turned her head and gazed into his eyes. "I know baby," she whispered, not for one minute believing everything would be okay. "If you don't want to do this again I'll understand," Jimmy said as he ran his fingertips lightly over her midsection. Hearing him say that brought some relief to her tortured mind. Knowing he wasn't going to expect her to fuck him again if she didn't want to allowed her more control over the situation. With a little luck she could get their relationship back on track she thought. Both could chalk this up as a fluke, an unfortunate incident that should never have happened in the first place. As she lay there thinking these thoughts her hand roamed over his taut abdomen and accidentally brushed against the slick tip of his semi-hard cock causing it to twitch. The fact that he was still semi hard didn't go unnoticed. She had to fight down the overpowering urge to climb back on top and ride him once more. In the back of her mind she already missed the feel of his hard young cock plunging deeply into her sodden pussy. Before she changed her mind about fucking him again she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. "We'll talk later, okay honey?" she said, standing then picking up her robe and putting it on while keeping her back to him. "Sure Mom," he replied, inwardly groaning as she covered her luscious body. Carol took one last look across the way then lowered the blinds blocking the view of Nancy Norton lying on her back while her son hammered relentlessly into her. You lucky bitch she silently said to herself as she turned to look at her son. A shudder coursed through her as she gazed upon Jimmy stretched out on the bed, his cock coated with their juices and seemingly growing bigger. Taking a deep breath she fled from the room, her pussy tingling all over again. By the time she reached her bedroom and shut the door behind her the realization that she was going to jump her son's cock again drifted to the forefront of her brain. How could she not she told herself; it was just too much cock to pass up. Penny pulled back into the driveway and climbed out of her car, completely amazed at how wet she was. Her hairless pussy was positively dripping with excitement. The fact that it was her brother's cock that had got her this way amazed her too. She had no idea that he had such a magnificent specimen. She'd long ago accepted the fact that she was a borderline nymphomaniac, but never dreamt she would stoop so low as to fuck her own brother. That is until she saw him slipping that thick hard cock to their mother. Silently letting herself in she almost tripped over the laundry basket she had left near the door. Cursing her misfortune she held her breath and listened for any indication that someone had heard her. She wanted to catch them together so she could have an excuse for joining in. Slipping off her sandals she listened for a little bit longer. The house was quiet, eerily quiet as she made her way up the carpeted stairs, her heart pounding in her chest. Jimmy lay on the bed half in and half out of sleep, his cock thickening as he thought of his mother's pussy and how good it had felt wrapped around his pole. Placing an arm over his closed eyes he relaxed and let the afterglow of sex wash over him. Penny reached the threshold of her brother's room and stopped dead in her tracks. Jimmy was on his back, his cock in plain sight, but there was no sign of her mom. Unsure what to do she glanced up and down the hall while listening intently for sounds of her mother. The house remained quiet. Glancing once again at her brother she thought 'Fuck It!' and reached up under the short plaid skirt she was wearing and quickly yanked down her soaked cotton panties. Stepping out of them she walked silently over until she was standing at the side of Jimmy's bed, her eyes devouring his semi-erect penis. Swiftly she lowered the zipper on her skirt and let it fall in a heap at her feet. She could feel her cunt get even wetter as she leaned over and took his meat in her trembling fingers. It was hot and sticky to the touch. A smile stretched her lips when his cock began to get even harder as she fondled it. "Mmm, that's nice Mom" Jimmy whispered, thinking his mom had come back for more. Wasting no time Penny leaned further over and took the head of her brother's cock into her mouth. The taste was different than all the other cocks she'd sucked; a mixture of tanginess and salt. It only took her a few seconds to understand why; she was tasting both her brother's cum and her mother's juices. For some unknown reason she found that highly gratifying. Another moan of pleasure came from her brother as she licked the underside of his cock before placing it back in her mouth. Slipping one hand under her skirt she tweaked her clit then slid a finger between her wet folds and inserted it up her cunt. A spasm shot through her pussy as her finger sank up to the knuckle in her wet hole. Jimmy felt the lips tighten around his shaft but lay still, wanting to enjoy the delicious sensation for as long as possible. When he felt the mouth pull off his cock he almost opened his eyes to see why his mother had stopped sucking him. Just as he was about to lift the arm over his eyes he felt the bed sink down and knew that his mom was climbing onto it. A shudder of anticipation raced through him as he felt the warm soft flesh of her thighs settle against the outside of his as her hand held his stiff cock up. He knew what was coming; his mother was going to mount him. Penny straddled Jimmy's thighs and held his cock up so she could position it under herself. She had to raise her crotch higher than she'd ever done before and almost lost her balance. Resituating herself so her feet were flat on the bed she rose up enough to slide the head of his cock between the soaked outer lips of her pussy. Placing one hand on his chest for balance she used her other hand to work the head of his cock back and forth through her slit several times coating him with her juice. Once she was satisfied he was well lubed she lined the tip of her brother's cock up with her entrance and slowly lowered her inflamed cunt around the head. She could actually feel it throbbing as the bulbous head stretched her canal. With agonizing slowness she began to lower herself down. "Ahhhh shittttt!" she hissed involuntarily as more and more of Jimmy's cock slid up her stretched pussy. Jimmy recognized the voice immediately. Flinging his arm off his face his eyes shot open and he stared in disbelief as his sister slid her shaved cunt down on his pole. Speechless he watched as the rest of his cock slid up into her tight pussy before looking up at her face. Her eyes were tightly shut and she had a strained look on her face as her ass settled onto his ball sack. "Penny...?" he stuttered, unable to shut off the fabulous feeling of having his cock buried deep inside her hot wet pussy. Penny opened her glazed eyes and stared down at him then quietly said, "God damn you're big!" "What the hell are you doing?" he softly cried out, making no effort to dislodge her from his throbbing cock. "What does it look like I'm doing little brother, I'm fucking you," she replied, lifting her ass up a couple of inches then dropping back down. "Oh fuck!" he groaned, the pleasure surrounding his cock immense. Seeing the effect her movement had on him she repeated the gentle up and down motion several times allowing her cunt to grow accustom to his thickness. "You...us...we...can't be doing this," Jimmy stammered, the heat around his cock growing. Placing her hands on his chest she leaned down a little and asked, "Why not?" "Because I'm your brother," he answered as he felt his own hips start to move. Penny stopped moving and glared down at him. "Oh, it's okay if Mom fucks you, but it's not if I do?" Stunned that she knew about him and mom all he could do was utter, "Crap, you know about that?" "Yeah," she said as she began to slowly ride his cock once more. "Well hell," Jimmy sighed, placing his hands on her hips and pushing up to meet her downward thrusts. Once Carol finished cleaning the cum from her crotch and ass crack she stepped out of her bedroom to get a shot of whiskey from the bottle in the kitchen. She needed something to quiet her nerves. After taking three long pulls directly from the bottle she headed back toward her room when she spotted a laundry basket next to the front door. Taking a closer look she realized it was Penny's. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she cursed, hurrying to the window only to see Penny's car in the driveway. Panic stricken she raced from one downstairs room to the others without finding her daughter anywhere. With a sinking feeling in her gut she slowly made her way up the stairs. Just as her eyes cleared the top landing she saw what appeared to be a pair of panties in the doorway leading to her son's room. It was also at that moment her ears heard the distinct sounds of flesh hitting flesh. "Oh no, no, no," she moaned as she made her way forward on weak legs. Penny felt the first tremors of her orgasm and bit down on her lip. "Uggghhhh God!" she cried as her cunt contracted tightly around her brother's cock. Jimmy couldn't believe how fast Penny climaxed. Having shot off a load not too long ago he was nowhere near ready. Gripping her hips he began to plunge his dick up into her while watching her face contort then relax, her up and down movements not even slowing. After a few seconds he saw her open her eyes and smile down at him. "That's one little brother," she snickered, bouncing even harder on his cock. "Take your shirt off Penny, I want to see your tits," he huffed, the sound of her butt slapping against his balls driving him wild with desire. Smiling she stopped moving long enough to reach down and pull her tank top over her head and sling it to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra; she hardly ever did. The look on her brother's face as her breasts were freed sent a chill of pleasure up her spine. She was very proud of her tits even if they weren't as big as her mom's. Jimmy's eyes widened at the sight of Penny's tits. Her areolas were a light pink bordering on tan while her eraser sized nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. They weren't much more than a handful but they jiggled delightfully when she resumed her up and down ride on his slick cock. Reaching up he cupped both breasts in his hands and began to gently knead them. "Pinch my nipples," Penny whispered, lifting her ass high enough Jimmy almost came out of her. With his thumb and forefinger he began to pinch and twist her nipples causing her to grunt and slam forcefully down on his cock. The more he tweaked them the faster she rode. "Oh god sis, you keep that up and I'm gonna cum," Jimmy groaned. "Don't cum until I do!" Penny commanded, increasing her up and down thrusts. Carol made it to the threshold of Jimmy's room and absently picked up the panties lying there before gazing in. She already knew what she'd see, the sounds of fucking was obvious. When her eyes took in the scene before her she let out a gasp just the same. Nothing can really prepare a parent to see their son and daughter engaged in sexual intercourse. Her first instinct was to rush in and put a stop to this, but something held her back, something primal. Instead she watched as Penny pounded down on Jimmy's juice coated cock, her own pussy growing moist. Before she knew what she was doing her hand was under her robe and her fingers were flicking her clit back and forth. Out of the corner of their eyes Penny and Jimmy noticed their mother standing in the doorway, each too close to orgasm to stop now. With a lustful moan Penny sank all the way down and began to rock her pelvis rapidly forward and back, her brother's cock buried deeper than any before it. Waves of pleasure shot endlessly through her entire being sending her senses spiraling out of control. "Shiiiiittttttttttt!" Penny screamed, collapsing on Jimmy's chest as her orgasm exploded sending her fluids gushing out onto his cock and balls. "Unnnngggggghhhhhhhhh!" Jimmy hollered through gritted teeth as spurt after spurt of cum erupted into his sister's convulsing cunt. "Oh Christ!" Carol hissed as her own orgasm gripped her body turning her legs to jelly causing her to lean against the doorjamb and slowly slide to the floor. It took several minutes before any of them could move. Carol sat leaning against the doorjamb watching as Penny slowly sat up and gazed over at her, Jimmy's cock still stuffed inside her. Carol could see the look of satisfaction on her daughter's face. It was the same look of satisfaction that had been on her face right after Jimmy had fucked her. The only difference was hers had turned into a worried frown when it dawned on her what she had allowed to happen. Penny's was turning into a smug look of triumph. "Don't look so shocked Mom. I only did what you did," Penny said, gently rotating her hips a couple of times before lifting up allowing Jimmy's saturated cock to slip out. Jimmy glanced down at his crotch and watched as more and more spooge dripped from Penny's cunt matting his pubic hair and coating his balls. When she finally slid all the way off he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, his eyes darting between his mother's cloudy eyes and her spread thighs. He felt a tingle ripple through him as his eyes took in the sight of his mother's furry slit, the clitoris still a little puffed out. "Don't just sit there and stare at my cunt, help me up," Carol told him, shocked she'd said cunt so easily in front of him. While Penny and Jimmy struggled to help their mother off the floor, across the way Greg Norton was busy licking his mother's hairy slit. He loved how she squealed each time his tongue touched her inflamed clit. "Oooo yeah baby, lick mommy's clity," Nancy Norton cooed. "You like that Mom?" Greg mumbled, dipping his tongue deeper between the puffy folds of her cunt and tasting his own leftover sperm. Sighing she lay back with her head propped on several pillows and watched as her son continued to pleasure her. She knew it wouldn't be long before she climaxed, especially with the mental picture of the neighbor kids big cock floating around her brain. God, that Carol is one lucky shit she thought to herself as the first stirrings of an approaching orgasm tickled the pit of her stomach and wormed its way down to her sloppy wet pussy. Hoping to stave off the orgasm just a little longer she asked her son what he thought of the show the neighbors had given them. Stopping his lapping Greg looked up past her tummy and floppy tits and replied, "It was nice, and Jimmy's Mom has a rockin body." "She is pretty," Nancy agreed. "Am I pretty too baby?" "The prettiest Mom," he answered then went back to sliding his tongue up and down her slit. She loved it when he said things like that, even though she knew it wasn't true. At close to forty-five years of age she wasn't under any illusions of being supermodel hot. She knew she was over weight; not exactly fat, just pleasingly plump. A BBW as her boy had called it. She felt her ass was too wide and her large tits hung lower than she wanted them to. Thankfully none of that seemed to matter to her son, he took every opportunity he could to fuck her. Sometimes three and four times a day. A smile played on her lips as she thought how nice it was to have a young stud servicing her every need. The best thing that had ever happened to her was the day that rotten bastard of a husband had taken off. "Can I ask you something honey?" Nancy asked, uncertain if she should voice what was on her mind. Feeling she wanted to talk Greg ran his tongue once more through her soggy slit then scooted up enough to rest his chin on her hairy mound. "You can ask me anything Mom." "Well, I was just wondering if your friend next door would be interested..." She hesitated, afraid to finish for fear Greg would get upset. Cocking his head Greg eyed her briefly then chuckled, "You want to try out Jimmy's big dick, don't ya?" "I'm not going to lie, the thought has crossed my mind," she chuckled back; relieved he wasn't getting jealous or something. "But what I was really wondering is whether he would be interested in having a threesome." "A threesome?" "Yeah, just you him and me. I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex with two guys at the same time." "You mean you want to be spit-roasted," Greg laughed. "Spit-roasted?" Nancy asked confused. "Yeah, you know, a cock in your mouth and one in your pussy at the same time." "Oh...okay. That's exactly what I meant then," She replied, getting wetter just thinking about it. "I could ask him, if you're sure that's what you want," Greg said. "I just thought it might be fun, but only if you're okay with it. Would it bother you baby?" "Not at all Mom. As a matter of fact, since you and I have been screwing I've had this fantasy of you getting fucked by another guy while I watched." The idea of seeing some guy, especially his best friend fuck her caused his cock to swell. "Really?" Nancy was pleased but shocked at the same time. She had no idea that her boy was just as perverted as she was. "I think it'd be a blast. You could suck my cock while Jimmy pounded that big dick of his into this fine wet pussy of yours." Pre-cum began to leak from his rigid rod. "Okay then. Now that that's settled how about you eat Mommy's pussy some more?" Nancy purred. "If it's all the same to you Mom, I'd rather fuck you again," he said while inching himself up her body until the tip of his raging cock was poking against the slick lips of her soaked cunt. "Mmmmm, that's even better," Nancy moaned as her son's cock slid effortlessly into her soggy hole. Greg began to pump rapidly into his mother's cunt causing her huge tits to flop about on her chest, the dark brown nipples growing stiffer with each forceful thrust. Faster and faster he pumped, her own pelvis lifting up to meet his with equal ferocity. Even at her age it never ceased to amaze him how tight her pussy was. Reaching down behind her knees he lifted her legs until the tops of her thighs were against her wobbling tits, allowing his balls to bounce off her upturned ass with each downward thrust. Nancy's breath grew ragged as her son hammered mercilessly into her. Wet squishy sounds filled the air and mixed with the grunts and groans pouring out of each of them. Flopping her head from side to side she gave in to the overwhelming pleasure building inside until she felt it crest. "Oh God baby....harder...I'm gonna cum!" Nancy cried, her cunt muscles clamping down on her son's throbbing meat. "Yesssssssss!" Greg hissed as he squirted huge amounts of semen into her clinching cunt. With one final lunge Greg collapsed on top of his mother, desperately trying to catch his breath even as his cock twitched some more. Nancy's legs slid down her son's sweaty body until they were stretched out to either side of his hips, his face buried in the soft pillows of her tits. As she lay there feeling his heart race in his chest and his cock twitch inside her she couldn't stop thinking about the neighbor kids cock. A smile slipped onto her lips and a spasm from her cunt gripped her son's deflating cock one last time. Both moaned in unison. "We need to talk," Carol managed to say as soon as she was standing. "About what Mother dear? About how I saw you and Jimmy fucking like bunnies? Or would you rather talk about how we're going to explain to Dad that his wife and kids like to fuck each other?" Penny stood there defiantly while Jimmy stepped back and gazed upon his sister's naked body. "It was just that one time," Carol stammered, fear clutching her heart. "That's what you say. But how do I know you haven't been fucking Jimmy all along?" Penny asked, folding her arms up under her breasts and fixing her mother with a defiant stare. "It's true Penny, we only did it once," Jimmy interjected, his eyes catching the trail of cum sliding down the inside of his sister's thigh. Half turning toward Jimmy Penny said, "I see. Well I don't know about Mom, but I plan on having that cock again little brother." "Penny you can't! I-It's wrong. It shouldn't have happened in the first place," Carol pleaded. Stepping up and placing an arm around her mother's shaking shoulders Penny whispered loud enough for Jimmy to hear, "But it did. Now Mom, take a look at your boy's cock and tell me truthfully that you don't want to feel that inside you again." Carol's eyes involuntarily drifted to Jimmy's cock and a gasp escaped her lips when she saw it twitch. She suddenly felt lightheaded again. Penny saw her mom's reaction and smiled to herself. "So, can you honestly say you wouldn't like to fuck that again?" she asked, squeezing Carol's shoulders. "N-No," Carol answered truthfully. "Then it's settled. You and I will share Jimmy and not say a word to Dad. I don't think Jimmy would mind that, would you Jimmy?" Penny asked glancing at her brother. Glancing at his mother's face Jimmy answered timidly, "If it's okay with Mom." Turning to look at Carol Penny asked, "So do we have a deal Mom?" "Oh God...I don't know," Carol groaned sadly, unable to think clearly. "If it'll help you decide, you should know that Dad is fucking his secretary. Has been for a while now," Penny smirked. "Shut your lying mouth!" Carol snapped, backing away from her daughter and fixing her with a hateful glare. "It's true. If you don't believe me ask Rhonda Wielder, she told me Dad's been doing it every Friday for quite some time." Carol knew who Rhonda was, one of Penny's classmates. She also knew that Rhonda worked the front desk Friday nights at the Heritage Inn just five miles away on route seventy, and had for over two years now. "That son-of-a-bitch!" Carol growled. At first Carol was beside herself with rage upon hearing her husband had been cheating on her. Then it occurred to her that she'd just done the same thing to him. The only difference being she'd done it with their son, a fact that both disturbed and delighted her at the same time. She wondered what her bastard of a husband would think about that. Well if he can fuck around on me, then I have no reason to feel guilty for doing it to him she told herself. As she stared at her naked kids she felt like some sort of weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Glancing down at her son's cock she felt like she was getting the better deal. Standing up straight and composing herself she told her kids to get cleaned up then meet her downstairs. Marsha Kincaid slid off to the side letting Charles' dwindling cock plop out of her and stretched out on her back breathing heavy, cum slowly dripping out of her hair covered slit. For the hundredth time she wondered why she was fucking him. Although forty-seven years old she knew she was still a very attractive woman, able to snare a much younger guy if she wanted. Her lady friends all told her she was what guys referred to as a M.I.L.F, a phrase she'd had to look up on google. Having never married, nor given birth her figure was still tight and firm. With a flat tummy, a shapely round ass and reasonably firm full breasts she felt quite proud of how she looked; of course countless hours at the gym played a big part in keeping her in shape. The only reason she could think of as to why she'd carried on her affair with Charles for nearly fourteen months was for the convenience. Once a week she could get laid without having to go through the ritual of dating or going out to clubs. Just because she had to finish herself off sometimes didn't dampen her desire to continue seeing her boss. That is until recently. Lately she'd been getting the urge for something more. She loved sex and once a week just wasn't cutting the mustard anymore. The sound of Charles already snoring next to her caused a deep sigh to float from her lips. Casually her hand roamed down the front of her body until her fingertips brushed against the swollen bud of her clit. A few minutes later another sigh escaped her lips, this one because of pleasure, not frustration. Jimmy watched as his mother went down the stairs then turned to look at his sister. She had a look of triumph on her face as she turned her blue eyes toward him. "Well, we both need a shower. Care to join me brother dear?" As he watched his sister head down the hall toward the bathroom, her firm round ass swaying provocatively, Jimmy felt his dick start to stir. With a smile growing on his face he followed closely behind her. When Carol got downstairs she went into the kitchen and poured a glass of whiskey then took it into the front room and sat on the couch. Sipping the amber fluid she waited patiently for her kids to join her, unaware they were showering together. Penny started the water and waited until it was warm enough before stepping into the shower. When Jimmy joined her she handed him a washcloth covered with soap and told him to wash her back. As he began to run the cloth over her his cock continued to grow. By the time he reached her ass he was fully erect. Once Jimmy finished washing her back and buttocks Penny turned to face him and asked if he'd do her front too. The sight of his hard cock jutting out caused her pussy to secrete even more fluid into her already saturated cunt. Before he could even finish running the cloth over her perky tits Penny turned and faced the shower wall and told him to fuck her. Dropping the washcloth he stepped behind her then bent his knees and guided the head of his cock between her parted legs until the bulbous head was nestled snugly between her labia. Placing both hands on the shower wall he pressed Penny into it just as he rocked his hips upward pushing his throbbing meat all the way in at once. "Oh fuck!" Penny groaned as her brother's cock stretched her slick tunnel. For nearly ten minutes Jimmy hammered his cock up her cunt, the force of his thrusts causing her soapy ass cheeks to ripple. Penny hung on, her chest mashed against the shower wall as the feel of her brother's cock pounding into her pussy took her over the top several times in succession. When his tempo changed she knew he was about to blow a load. Grinding back on him she felt her third orgasm burst forth causing her legs to grow weak and her eyes to roll back in their sockets. "Ugghhh shit sis, I'm cumming," Jimmy grunted pumping four more deep thrusts up into her, each one sending a spurt of cum into her quivering cunt. Both nearly collapsed as Jimmy pulled his cock from her dripping pussy and stepped back. Carol's patience was running thin waiting for Penny and Jimmy to get down there. Just as she started to get up she heard them coming down the stairs and turned sideways to watch. Judging by how flushed each one of their faces were it was obvious to her why they had taken so long. Penny was dressed in what she'd had on while Jimmy was wearing a black t-shirt and cargo shorts. Neither wore shoes and each had their cell phones in their hands. When they saw her she beckoned them over and had them sit on each side of her. Once they were settled she placed her arms over their shoulders and drew them in closer to her. "It seems like we've started something that none of us want to stop, am I right?" When she saw them both nod she continued. "You both know what we're doing is wrong. However, I for one thoroughly enjoyed it. And since your Father seems to have something going on the side I see no reason I couldn't too." "Mom, you're not going along with this just because of what Dad's doing are you?" Jimmy hesitantly asked. "Yeah Mom, we don't want you doing something you really don't want to," Penny chimed in. "Thanks for your concern, and I never thought I'd be saying this," she lowered her arms and reached out to cup Jimmy's crotch before continuing, "but I don't think I want to stop feeling this cock inside me anymore than you do Penny." Giggling Penny said, "You got that right Mom." Turning to look at Jimmy she asked, "What about you son, are you okay with all this?" "What ever makes you happy Mom, makes me happy too," he replied, his happiness at having two fine women to fuck almost made him giddy. "Okay then, I guess we're all in agreement here," she said, settling back on the couch and sipping some more of her drink. "I guess I'll head back to my dorm and start packing, that is if it's okay I move back in," Penny said as she rose to her feet. "Of course it is dear," Carol said giving her daughter a knowing look. "Why would you want to move back in? I thought you moved out so you could do whatever you wanted without anyone telling you you can't?" Jimmy asked. "That's partly true. The real reason I moved was so I could get laid whenever I wanted. I don't think that's going to be a problem from now on though," she snickered making her way to the front door. "So we'll see you for dinner tonight?" Carol asked. "Uh gosh Mom, I can't. I've made plans I can't back out of, sorry. But I'll be here bright and early tomorrow," Penny replied, not wanting to tell her mother she needed time to recuperate from the fucking her brother gave her in the shower. Draining the last bit of whiskey from her glass she held it out and asked Jimmy to put another splash in it for her. While he was gone she sat back and relaxed, comfortable in the knowledge she wasn't the only pervert in the house. A smile played on her lips as she thought about how much her and her daughter had in common. All it had taken was her son's thick hard cock to release her inner slut. As Jimmy headed back into the front room, the glass of whiskey in his hand, his cell phone chimed. He had a text message from Greg. "Huh," he said after stopping to read it. "What's the matter dear?" Carol asked, seeing the frown on her son's face. Going over he handed the glass to his mom and sat on the couch next to her. "Greg's Mom wants to know if I'd have lunch with them tomorrow. What do you suppose that's all about?" he asked, taking his eyes off the screen and glancing at his mother. Chuckling Carol replied, "If I had to guess I'd say she wants something special to eat tomorrow." "What kind of special?" Jimmy asked puzzled. "Why you of course," she answered breaking out in laughter. "That's not funny Mom!" he squealed, an image of Nancy Norton's huge tits floating around his brain. "Yes it is," she giggled. "You don't think she wants to... you know?" he asked, squirming a little as his cock twitched in his pants. "Only one way to find out, ask Greg." A thought began to take shape in her mind as she watched him stare at his cell phone. "Okay, I'll do that," he replied then started typing in his text. It only took a few moments before his phone chimed again. Looking at the screen he felt his cock twitch even harder than before. "Well, what does it say," Carol asked, leaning over and trying to see the screen. With shaking hands he held out his phone so his mother could take it from him. Carol took it and glanced at the text message, a sly smile creeping to her lips. The message read: Mom wants to know if you'd be interested in a threesome. I'm cool with it if you are. "Shit Mom, what should I tell him?" Carol noticed the slight bulge in his pants and asked, "Would you like to fuck Nancy?" "I've never really thought about it before, at least not until lately anyway," came her son's answer. "Maybe you ought to think about it. Hell, it could be fun judging by what I've seen," Carol said. "You wouldn't get upset?" he asked, watching her face closely for signs that she would. "Why should I, I'm not your girlfriend. I do have one request though" Carol smiled. "What's that?" he asked, noticing the wicked gleam in her eyes. "I want to watch," his mother answered. "Really?" he asked quizzically. "Sure." "Why? Don't you think that'd be a little weird?" He wasn't sure how he felt about having his mother watch him fuck another woman. "Actually I think it would be hot. It'd be like watching my handsome son starring in his own porno movie," Carol said, visions of her son pounding into Nancy Norton causing her pussy to grow moist. "Jeez Mom, when did you become such a pervert?" Jimmy laughed. Patting her son's knee Carol replied softly, "I've always been a pervert baby. You've just never noticed." Jimmy leaned against the back of the couch and quietly studied his mother's face, all manner of thoughts pouring into his young brain. Thinking back on his life growing up he couldn't recall any time where he thought she'd acted inappropriately. To him she had always been the perfect mother. Of course he didn't know how she acted when he couldn't see, but he was beginning to see a side of her he never knew existed. A side he found very stimulating. Carol noticed him watching her and said, "What are you thinking honey?" "Just how beautiful you are, and how much I love you Mom," he replied with a smile. "That's sweet baby. I love you too," she said, letting her fingertips lightly dance over his cheek. "I guess I should get some studying in," Jimmy said rising to his feet. "Okay sweetie. I think I'm going to treat myself to a hot bubble bath and just relax for the rest of the day," Carol said before emptying her glass and sitting it down on the coffee table. As she rose her robe parted enough that one of her breast slipped out into the open. Fumbling she hastily drew it closed but not before noticing her son staring admiringly at it. "Whoops," she giggled. "Gotta be more careful I guess." "Don't worry about it on my account Mom," Jimmy chuckled, then winked at her and left. Smiling Carol went into her bathroom and ran a hot bath. As she lay in the tub with the bubbles tickling her chin she pondered the turn of events of today. Knowing she was entering into forbidden territory with her son somehow made her feel more alive, and the fact that her daughter was also involved added to this feeling. A smile played on her lips as she ran a hand over her slippery chest and felt her nipples grow stiff. Jimmy actually did do some studying, although he had to keep going over the same material more than once. His mind kept drifting back to how good it had felt to fuck both his mother and sister. He had to readjust his cock in his shorts too many times to count by the time he heard his mom call up and say dinner was ready. That trend continued all through dinner and the subsequent cleanup because his mind kept reminding him what his mother looked like under the cotton night shirt she was wearing. Even though it wasn't the really short one she'd worn before he couldn't keep his eyes off her. When they plopped down on the couch to watch T.V. the hem rode up enough to give him an excellent view of her shapely legs and strong thighs. Unable to get comfortable with the shorts on he told her he'd be back and ran up the stairs. Hearing him coming down the stairs Carol craned her head around and saw him dressed in just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Her pulse quickened at the sight of the bulge pushing out the front of his underwear. When he sat back down next to her she caught a glimpse of his ball sack before he hastily readjusted the leg opening. With a sigh she let him get comfortable then leaned up against him and started flipping through the channels. Once they found something they both agreed on she sat the remote on the coffee table then stretched out on the couch with her legs up and her head in his lap. "You don't mind do you?" Carol asked, the heat pouring off his crotch warming the side of her face as she gazed up at him. "Not if you don't mind if I do this," he replied, placing his hand on one of her tits and gently kneading the pliant flesh through her shirt. "Mmm, not at all baby," she purred, feeling her nipple stiffen under his palm. For close to twenty minutes they remained in the same position neither really paying any attention to what was on the television. Jimmy continued to caress her breast through the shirt as Carol lay there enjoying the feel of her son molesting her flesh, thoughts of doing something else roaming around her head. "You know, it just occurred to me that I owe you one," Carol said, gently rolling onto her side with her face facing toward his crotch. "What do you owe me Mom?" Jimmy asked, a little puzzled. "This baby," Carol whispered, reaching into the slit of his boxers pulling his semi hard cock out through the opening and clamping her lips over the head. "Oh shit!" he whimpered, the feel of his mom's lips around his knob causing his cock to rapidly expand. Carol felt his cock thicken as she sucked him into her mouth and began to run the tip of her tongue under the swelling head. Each lick of her tongue caused his cock to twitch and grow harder. Soon he was rock hard making it difficult for her to swallow more than half his length. Using her hand she began to stroke his shaft while her mouth worked over his bulbous head causing his cock to throb. Without taking her mouth off him she scooted backwards until her legs slid off the couch and then she worked her way around until she was kneeling between his knees. Being in this position allowed her to take more of his cock down her throat, almost to the point of gagging. With ever increasing pressure she continued to suck her son's cock while slipping her free hand under the hem of her shirt and rubbing her stiffened clitoris. "God that feels so good Mom," Jimmy mumbled as he slouched against the back of the couch and let the wondrous feeling wash over him. Faster and faster Carol batted her clit around as her mouth swallowed more and more of her son's cock. She was just milliseconds away from exploding when she felt Jimmy's hands under her armpits pulling her upward. As her mouth pulled off his raging hardness she glanced up questioningly into his greenish-blue eyes, a look of wanting clearly evident in them. "I want you Mom," he whispered, continuing to pull her up until she was all but sitting in his lap. "Yes baby yes, hurry," Carol moaned, frantically yanking his boxers off while he pulled his t-shirt up over his head. As soon as he was naked Carol grabbed his throbbing shaft and held it while holding the hem of her shirt up and lowering herself down onto his lap. Jimmy watched his mother's eyes clinch shut as she gently lowered her pussy onto his throbbing meat. A sigh escaped her lips as her ass settled onto his lap, his cock buried all the way in her. Throwing his arms around her back he pulled her into him then struggled but managed to get to his feet. Automatically her legs went around his waist, her ankles locking behind his back to hold her up. "Ugghhhh shit!" Carol cried, unable to stop her climax as her son took a step toward her bedroom. With each step he took he could feel his mother's pussy bounce up and down on his cock sending fingers of pleasure shooting throughout his body. When he reached her partially opened door he used his foot to nudge it the rest of the way open. Carefully he carried her to the side of her bed and gently laying her on her back with her ass on the edge, his cock never slipping from her contracting cunt. Once she was down he used both hands and pulled her shirt up and off freeing her glorious breasts to his astonished eyes. Her areolas were crinkled, her nipples stiff points aimed at the ceiling as he began to slowly slide in and out of her slick wetness. Taking hold of her ankles he lifted her legs until they rested on his shoulders. His lust boiled for her but through sheer willpower he held back. Instead of ramming into her he began to take long slow strokes, his balls gently nudging her upturned ass. Carol felt his cock stretching her pussy, filling her completely with each gentle thrust. Rocking her hips upward she strove to match him thrust for thrust, the sensations coursing through her unbelievable in their intensity. As his thrusting grew more forceful so did hers. Soon mother and son were meshing together like a well-oiled machine, their bodies joined blissfully at the hips. Jimmy could feel every quiver of his mother's cunt as he sank into her over and over again. His heart raced in his chest as he watched her eyes roll back in their sockets while her tits bounced up and down on her chest. Unable to control his driving desire for her he began to steadily increase his thrusting until he was ramming his rock hard cock deep enough to cause his balls to viciously slap against her ass, the sound of flesh hitting flesh resonating off the walls. "Oh god...yes, yes baby," Carol moaned between ragged breaths as her son slammed into her inflamed pussy. "I don't think I can hold it much longer Mom," Jimmy groaned feeling the first wave of an approaching orgasm. Rolling her head from side to side, her own orgasm cresting, Carol cried out, "Now baby, now!" With one final lunge Jimmy's cock pulsated against the velvety walls of his mother's cunt, spewing out load after load of hot sticky cum. He could feel her cunt gripping his shaft as she climaxed, her face a contorted mask as her wide opened eyes stared unseeing into his own. When the last of his seed shot into her he collapsed upon her heaving chest, her ankles slipping from his sweat covered shoulders and fought to bring his own breathing under control. Carol felt Jimmy's cock expand right before she felt the first hot load of sperm shoot deep into the recesses of her contracting cunt. So forceful were her son's blasts she almost blacked out from the pleasure. For what seemed like an eternity she lay there unable to focus on anything while more cum filled her already full pussy. By the time her son fell on top of her his spunk had already began to flow out and creep down the crack of her ass. With her legs dangling over the side of the bed and her son's cock still lodged firmly in her tingling tunnel, she wrapped her arms around his back and held him close, the satisfied smile on her face growing larger. "You should just sleep here tonight baby, Mama's not done with you yet," she said once she was able to speak. "My thoughts exactly Mom," came a voice from the doorway. Carol and Jimmy both turned their heads at the same time and saw Penny just inside the bedroom. She had the look of a cat that just ate a canary as she casually began to take off her clothes. "Hi dear. I thought you had plans?" Carol said, making no effort to push her son off of her. "I changed my mind," Penny replied, slowly walking toward the bed, her pinkish nipples erect. to be continued.... For pics visit ---->> https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

Title: Auntie and I Ch.02 Summary: A nineteen-year-old's aunt teaches him about sex. Keywords: inc,fic I woke to bright sunlight. I wasn't usually a late sleeper and I felt disoriented. The apartment was quiet but there was a sound. Auntie! She was masturbating again! It sounded so wet, like those crazed porn girls who go wild on their own pussies! I was already in my sweatpants so I leapt out of bed to investigate, expecting to find her naked, her legs spread wide, her hand furiously rubbing through a sloppy, squirting orgasm. "Hi, slugger. Sleep well?" Auntie was at the sink, hand washing her soiled dress. I decided I'd been watching too much porn. "Yeah, I slept crazy good," I said. I sat down at the table and watched her. She smiled at me sweetly. "Does it wash out okay?" I asked. "Oh, sure, sweetheart," she said reassuringly. "It's not the first time. If I had a nickel..." Curiosity furrowed my brow, but Auntie didn't notice. I wondered just how much cum she'd wiped up with that delightful peasant dress, the one that barely contained her big tits. She squeezed the rinse water out of it and hung it out on the fire escape. A fresh sea-breeze caught it and fluttered it like a flag. "Why don't you take the rest of the morning and do some sketching," she said. "You'll probably think this if funny, but I've done some of my best work after a nice night of sex." "Really?" I asked. "Yeah. It stimulates good stuff. It's not just about your pecker. It's about your mind." She tapped the side of her head with her finger for emphasis. I smiled at my sexy aunt. I realized she was a sexual guru, in a way, with much to teach me. "Want to go downstairs and look at the work from last night?" she asked. "I'm dying to see it all with fresh eyes." I nodded and followed her, down the back stairs. She wore a flesh colored bra, and had tights on legs, charcoal gray with a subtle diamond pattern. I'd seen her in them before a couple of times, but I guess I'd never followed her. The ass wiggle in those tights was nothing sort of extraordinary. The kind of sight you want to bottle up and save for a cold winter night. She opened up the flat file and started pulling out drawings. The work table was littered with renderings of my hard cock. Some seemed exaggerated, but Auntie said no, that's how I look to a woman. She said the more desirous the woman is, the bigger they draw it. It's a subtle thing, not like a caricature, and she said a drawing isn't unreal if that's how the artist sees. It made some sense to me, maybe because I was hungry. If what she said was true, Ginette and Dina and Celine were the most desirous, at least on that night. I was pretty sure they were the three oldest, too. "Which one's Maria's," I asked. Auntie smiled. "She almost made you cum, didn't she. I saw her eyes." I couldn't help but smile a little as I thought of it. It was a moment that seemed dangerous at the time, teetering on the edge of messy embarrassment as I stared into Maria's darkly magic eyes. I don't know what I was thinking, that close to spurting cum in front of near strangers, maybe even on near strangers. I guess I wasn't thinking at all. "You could have, you know," Auntie said. "I wouldn't have minded. I'm pretty sure the girls would have sorta liked it, too." She thought for a moment and chuckled. "God, that gusher you unleashed for me! I'd be willing to bet most of them have never seen that before. Are you always...so full?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess." "Did your girlfriend let you cum in her mouth?" "Not really," I said. "She wasn't, like, afraid of it, but she'd just do it a little when it was almost over." "Just a taste, huh? So nobody's ever drank you? Like a protein shake?" Auntie's face looked happy and relaxed. I didn't know how to answer. Our conversations had become deeply sexual and it felt almost normal. I liked it. We looked at the drawings some more. "This one's good," she said. "Phoebe. She's got real talent. Look at how she triangulated those opposite corners. She's got good instincts." Phoebe's drawing was one of three that included my hand. She had it down near the base of my cock, with lot's of me extending out of it. My shaft looked solid and meaty. It was a nice drawing. "We all talked about you, you know, after you went up last night," Auntie said. "I asked them how far they want to go, you know, erotic wise, and there was a unanimous vote to let it go where it wants to go. That gives you a whole lot of freedom." "What kind of freedom?" "Well, say, if you want to show Maria that hot load of cum that she can magically force out of you with her eyes." Auntie paused and I didn't say anything. "Is that terrible?" she asked. "Am I terrible?" "No!" I said. "You're crazy, but you're not terrible." Auntie's mouth curled into an odd little smile. "We all decided that real erotic art should have two people. That was Celine's idea, but we all agreed." "Two models? Who else would you get?" "It would have to be me. It's just...something to think about." "You wouldn't be able to teach." "I'd be able to," Auntie said. "We'd take breaks and I could walk around. I think it would work. Totally up to you, though. If it's too weird, with me being your aunt and everything..." "Wouldn't they think it was weird?" "I already mentioned the possibility and they all looked happy about it. I think seeing you look more natural has them all intrigued." "Was it a bad pose last night? I don't really know what I'm doing." "That's why a partner helps," she said. "Then it can be just normal sexy couple poses. Simulated sex." "Simulated." "Yeah, silly! I'm not gonna fuck you in front of everyone!" The way she said it made me wonder if she wanted to fuck me where we couldn't be seen. Alone. Just the two of us. But that seemed crazy. My stupid horny mind was running away with itself again, imagining unimaginable thoughts. I quickly thought about what she was proposing and came to the conclusion it was the only way I'd be able to touch her the way I wanted to. Depending on the pose, I might be able to have my hands on Auntie. Naked Auntie. I'd be able to feel her softness the way that I craved, and doing it in front of the class would make it acceptable. "Yeah," I said. "I mean, I guess it sounds all right." Auntie looked happy. "Really? Oh, they'll be thrilled! We all talked about keeping this really quiet, though, okay? If you make any friends in town, or anywhere, mum's the word. If you're talking to anybody but the girls or me, you're not involved in the class at all, okay?" "Oh, sure, Yeah. I wouldn't ever say anything." I saw Celine when I was out sketching. I was on the fisherman's wharf, a paved parking lot that extends into the harbor, right in the middle of town. It's a place that bustles with activity when the fishing boats are coming in or going out, with trucks unloading and loading equipment and fish, and at night its perimeter is lined with the village's fishing fleet. In the middle of the day, though, it's often deserted, mostly used by tourists as a parking lot for when they browse in the galleries and walk around town taking pictures with their phones. When Celine happened by I was sitting on a guardrail at the edge of the wharf, sketching a Ferrari. "What is it?" she asked. "Ferrari. F12 Berlinetta. Pretty rare." "You know about them?" "I'm taking Automotive Design at school. I read the magazines." "You'd look good in it." "You could come with me," I said. "You could ride for a while." I felt as if I'd been hit with a hammer after saying the words. It was a pretty good line of flirting, the best I'd come up with so far in my young life, and I immediately felt it's power. Celine didn't answer with words, just with a shy smile. As I sketched, I glanced at her as much as I could without being too obvious. I pictured her breasts, of course, because I'd seen them, drawn in charcoal on cream-colored paper, seven renderings of them, so I knew what I was picturing was real. Pretty mounds the size of a half a grapefruit, with a deep crease along the bottom where they meet the body. All the women had drawn barely-there nipples, so I pictured them, too; delicate little things that I imagined were ticklish. I could tell Celine was thinking about my cock, because I saw her glancing there, at my crotch. None of the women had seen me in my normal state, when my cock is nothing more than a penis, three inches long and marshmallow soft, so maybe she was wondering how my hard one would even fit in my pants. Celine was very respectful of my sketching, not talking, just sitting with me. We listened to gulls and watched a local Osprey swoop and soar and dive for a fish. I sketched the dark red car, but Celine's presence was strong. It felt comforting, in a way, knowing what we looked like underneath our clothes. Total strangers try to imagine, but we didn't have to. We had knowledge, and it felt nice. When I closed my sketchpad we talked about drawing, and the kind of art paper we preferred, and how we both liked trying to capture the moody feel of the rocky harbor. I told her I liked her idea, the one about having two models doing sexy poses at art class, and I told her Auntie Pamela, I said was going to pose with me on Tuesday. Celine was silent as I told her all that, her eyes showing her quiet excitement. I realized as I was saying it that it sort of locked me in, there was no backing out, but I think that's why I was saying it. I wanted it to happen. I wanted to be naked with my naked aunt, in front of those women, women who quietly gasped when they saw my erection, women whose eyes devoured me, women whose tits flashed into my mind when I met them around town, like I had x-ray vision. Celine walked away, heading to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I watched the back of her as she walked outside the guardrail, right along the edge of the wharf, high up above the low-tide water. I imagined her ass and I wished I knew what it really looked like, naked, without her bluejeans. She was in her mid forties, a little older than Auntie, but she had a walk that looked much younger than that. It was a good week at the gallery. The man in the Ferrari, it turned out, was a customer of Auntie's. He already owned one of her smaller paintings, and had driven up from his home in Boston to have a look at a large landscape she'd done, one he'd seen on her website. He purchased it on the spot, and we spent the next couple of days crating it and shipping it to him. Auntie was thrilled. She said a sale that big would keep her going for a whole year. It was an exaggeration, but it was a nice lucrative sale and an exciting day. The big empty space on the gallery wall led to rearranging, and the week sped by with good energy. Evenings were spent on our own work and watching Netflix. There wasn't much sexy talk. Meredith and Abigail stopped by the gallery one day, wearing backpacks that had the handles of tennis rackets sticking out of the top. Both of the women looked sweaty and well exercised, smiling and happy. They'd been at the schoolyard, playing a set or two. "They let you play when there's school?" Auntie asked. "Yeah, nobody uses those courts during the day," Abigail said. "They've got a little tennis team, but they play after school. Meredith likes to get all sweaty and imagine the high school boys watching her from the windows." Meredith looked embarrassed. "I do not!" she said, glancing at me. Auntie noticed her furtive glance and chuckled. "He's only a year out, you know. Any boys at Toad Harbor High look like him, you think?" I heard Meredith's breath leave her, all in a rush. No air seemed to replace it and she went a little white. I wondered if she was thinking about me naked, the way I'd thought about her low-hanging tits when she walked in. They were all tucked into a bra for her tennis game, looking perky. I thought about Abigail's tits, too, but mostly it was her nipples that came to mind. They were so extended and long in all the drawings, it made me wonder if all the women were desirous of them and had all drawn them more exaggerated than they really are. I could see a little of their form pushing against her tennis shirt, but her bra was getting in the way of my curiosity. Word had already spread about Auntie modeling with me on Tuesday, and Meredith and Abigail looked excited about it. Auntie did, too, all of them reminding me of adolescent girls trying to contain their enthusiasm when talking about their Saturday night dates. Meredith had skin-tight shorts on for her tennis game, like bicycle shorts without the crotch padding, and I wondered if she wore them special for the boys looking out the window at the school. I'd be willing to bet she did, and I'm sure she took some attention away from some lessons. The male teachers probably lost their train of thought, too. Abigail's ass wasn't as clearly defined as Meredith's, but it looked nice in her short white tennis shorts. Very nice. I had to give the nod to Meredith, but those look-like-they're-painted-on shorts skewed the vote a little. I was hanging a painting when they finished talking to Auntie, and both yelled "Bye, Jon!" to me as they left. I'm pretty sure they were giggling. I'm also pretty sure they envied the youthful high school girls that dated those boys they were showing off to at the tennis court, but there was something even more alluring about women in their early thirties who could pull off that kind of cute. Tuesday happened with a kind of heaviness. Not the bad kind, more like stage fright. I'd never been to a life drawing class that had two models posing together, so I had nothing to go on as to what was expected. I worried I'd look like a dork, touching Auntie awkwardly, making the women and especially Maria for some reason think I knew nothing of eroticism, nothing of how to be with a sexy woman. It was true, of course. Having one girlfriend, for a few months, even if she did like sex, did not instantly turn me into an experienced lover. I wanted to be one, and hoped to be one some day, but I had no illusions that I'd already made the grade. Thankfully, the day went by swiftly, and my mind was often on other things. After a dinner of homemade macaroni and cheese, Auntie went in the storage room and returned with a fresh box of art class wine. "I think we should get a little head start, so we're loose and not so nervous. Our first time might be a little...awkward...don't you think?" I nodded. "Pour me." Auntie smiled. She poured two glasses, took a big sip of hers and scurried off to her bedroom. She came back with something in her hand. "So, you're going to be nude, because you're the main event, but I thought maybe I should wear panties, just so it's not too x-rated, at least this first time. What do you think, the red or the black?" Auntie held two wispy, lacy things out in front of her, dangling them from her fingertips. They seemed minuscule. That's when it really hit me that nearly every square inch of her would be at my disposal. "Red," I said. "Good choice. We'll go full monty another time. The girls should get a chance to draw a pussy, don't you think?" "It's your call," I said, taking a sip of wine. "As long as you're willing. We're in this together." "Oh, I'm willing." Auntie eyed the smirk I couldn't shake. She looked pleased. "Full monty it is, then. Next week. Tonight we'll break the ice, get everybody used to things. They're really a great group of girls, I think this is gonna be a lot of fun. And just so you know, that big boner of yours is part of the deal here. You're not going to be embarrassed if I sort of...take charge of it, are you? I mean, that's sort of the whole erotic couple's pose point of things, right?" "It's your call. Pamela." Auntie grinned ear to ear and I took a big sip of wine. Her smile gets to me in a way that's hard to describe. "There's a daybed in the storage room, under some boxes," she said. "We need to carry it down and set it up where the posing stool is. I think it'll fit." "What's a daybed?" "It's a single size bed with a rail around three sides. You can put cushions up against it and make sort of a couch." "So we're going to be...in bed together?" "Not in, more on. Simulated sex, remember? I want your cock front and center tonight, though. So I thought maybe we could lie together with our legs tangled up and I'll have it in my hand. That'd be a nice composition for them, with a lot of long lines for them to shade and shadow." I nodded. Auntie was in charge. I was just along for the very exciting ride. The pre-class huddle around the box of wine seemed more lively than the first time. The women were used to me, I guess, and I'd gotten to know four of them, at least a little. I wanted to feel comfortable with all of them, so I chatted with Dina and Leah. They were old friends whose husbands work on a fishing boat that goes out for weeks at a time. They told me they keep busy with crafting and other things, Dina making beaded jewelry that she sells at a gallery down the road from Auntie's, and Leah making jams and jellies and stitchery items that she sells in various places. I asked them if it was hard having their husbands gone for so long. They both said, no, not really, but their eyes told a different story. They both said Auntie and her art class was the best thing to happen to Toad Harbor in years; forever, maybe, now that I was part of it. They're sweet women. It was time to get things started. I noticed the wine drinking had been a little more hard core. The place was buzzing with energy. When all the women were at their work stations, and Auntie and I stepped toward the bed in our robes, the room went completely silent. "Jesus, girls," Auntie said. "A little chatter might help. I'm new at this, you know." "Batterrrrr up!" Meredith said. There was laughter. Auntie liked it. "That's it," she said. "Keep it loose here, okay? Here goes nothin'." I'm sure everyone would have agreed that seeing Auntie unveil herself was far from nothing. She was stunning in so many ways. Curvy and hour-glassy and soft and titty and nipply, and red lacy down below. I started to get a little woozy looking at her, the wine buzzing me nicely. I'm sure I was looking at her more than a nephew should. "Hey, the batter's up!" Meredith said. It was my cock, of course, obscenely tenting out my robe, and there was more laughter. It was different, a little nervous sounding. "Well there we go," Auntie said. "It's erotic art, and our model is ready." Auntie nodded at me and I took off my robe. There were whispered gasps like there were the week before, barely audible. My skin tingled from the attention, and my brain tingled, too. "God. I'll never get used to that," Ginette said, staring at my full erection. "Sure you will," Auntie said to her. "You'll be an old pro in a week or two." Auntie took my hand and smiled softly. We stepped onto the little stage and climbed onto the bed. A roomful of curious eyes were on us, wondering what we were going to do. Auntie propped some pillows, on her knees, with her breasts hanging. I loved seeing them like that, but I was wishing I could see her ass in that position, barely covered by the tiny, flimsy, red lace panties. The women had that view, but I don't know how many of them were focused on it. Auntie lay me back against the pillows, posing me with my legs outstretched, and then she joined me, lying on her side on the opposite side of me from the women, leaning in against me. One of her legs bent at the knee and came to rest on mine, with the warmth of her thigh near my cock. My arm was around her, and she rested her head on my shoulder. Her warm breasts were against me, the full weight of one of them resting on my lower chest. Her hand went to my cock and I heard whispered gasps from our audience when her fingers wrapped around it. She lifted it upright, like she was ready to give a handjob. I'd stayed pretty hard through the posing process, but suddenly I was harder. The last inch of my length only shows up when things are good. Every millimeter was there when she had me in her hand. "If last week is anything to go by, I should be able to keep him hard," Auntie said to the women. "We're pretty comfortable, so you should have a decent amount of time to work. How are we looking, girls? Does this look natural?" "His free hand doesn't look right," Meredith said. "If this was real, he'd have his hands on you," Celine said "Yeah," Meredith said, "No guy's gonna let those tits go untouched." My heart was racing when Auntie's eyes looked up at me. I moved my hand close to her, and my first touch of the warm round curve of her breast was soft and gentle, like hers was when she first touched my cock up in the apartment. "Ohhhh yeah," she said, her voice soft and breathy when she felt my hand on the fullness of her breast. "That's more natural. Jesus, if I had a cock you girls'd have two boners to draw!" Laughter relaxed the mood. Auntie's eyes looked up into mine again. "Keep looking at each other," Meredith said. "That looks awesome." "I guess this is it," Auntie said quietly to me. She moved her hand almost imperceptibly on my hot shaft. I wondered how long it would be before I ached for more. Five minutes went by, Auntie's hand moving ever so slowly, keeping me hard as the women worked. "I wish my husband could stay up that long," Ginette said, adding some levity to the quiet, serious mood. "You and me both," Celine said. A couple of the others joined in on that wish, too. I was starting to slip into a somewhat altered state, lost in Auntie's lovely eyes, seeing things about her face and hair I'd never noticed before. Beautiful things. At the ten minute point I wanted to kiss her. Desperately. And my dreamy altered mind was sure she wanted to kiss me, too. "Thirsty?" she asked me, a few minutes later. "I'm thirsty," she said, looking at her busy students. "Who wants to bring us wine?" "Got it," Meredith said. She walked quickly to the table, filled two glasses and brought them to us. "You two look cozy," she said, her smile mischievous. She stood at my side, close, just two feet or so from my drooping cock. Unhanded and taking a break, it was still mostly hard but settling a little bit with each beat of my heart until it lay veiny side up on my belly. My hand was still warm from Auntie's breast when I held the wine to my lips, drinking quickly. Meredith seemed to be waiting for the empty glasses. "Whoa!" Auntie said, after tipping the last gulp into her mouth. "Guzzling wine. Jesus, I'll be all girls-gone-wild up here in a few minutes." The others all laughed. Meredith went back to her work station, my hand went back to the pleasure of Auntie's breast, and her hand scooped up my still big but much limper cock. "This needs a little work, right girls?" she said. "It was much harder," Celine said. "Yes," Auntie agreed. All the women looked on in amazement when she let a mouthful of wine-scented spit drop onto the palm of her hand. My cock was soon glistening, and the slippery hand was moving on it with some urgency. I was right back to hard but she didn't stop. She lay her head on my shoulder and those bedroom eyes looked up at me. We were back in the pose in every way, but the handjob continued. The women went back to drawing, but their eyes were more excited, glancing back and forth from paper to handjob, paper to handjob. My body tensed and what was about to happen was written all over my wide-eyed, open mouthed face. And then she stopped. "Hard enough, girls?" she asked, never breaking her gaze into my eyes. "Wicked hard," Abigail said, the first peep out of her I'd heard. Wicked is much used slang in the state of Maine, and hard is pronounced hod. Hearing her say it made me chuckle. Abigail chuckled too. I wanted to scold Auntie for taking me to the brink like that, but all I could do was give her a flare of my eyes to let her know she'd been naughty. Her response was a wink, as if to say, I'm in control, you big horny boy. The woman is always in control. I was soon back in that altered state, as if drugged. Reclined, head against a soft pillow, with Auntie's warm softness in my arms. That would have been enough, but it was the sustained arousal from her slowly moving hand that clouded me, the soothing sound of eight people scraping charcoal on rough paper that tranquilized me, and Auntie's loving eyes that hypnotized me. The minutes ticked by. I was in a dream. Auntie's whispering voice roused me from it. I had no idea how much time had passed. "I can't believe you stayed hard this whole time," she said, her head tipped back, her whispering lips tickling my ear. "Want to finish?" I nodded, assuming we were done. I was wrong. She meant finish finish, and I was powerless to stop her. I watched her spit on her hand again, I felt the smoother, slipperier friction, and soon my abdominal muscles were as tight as a drum head. A hush fell over the room, and my sharp quick exhales sounded loud in my ears. Auntie's hand sounded loud, too, the noise of the slippery handjob seeming to take over everything. We were still in our pose, her head on my shoulder, her lusty eyes big, looking up into mine. I wondered if she'd stop again, but it was too late. I was gone. She angled my canon toward the women, maybe to keep the bed clean, maybe for dramatic effect. My hot white cum spurted out in ribbons, falling to the floor like long strips of confetti. A deep grunt escaped my open mouth. Auntie's hand kept moving and my cum kept flying, gushing gobs of it. I think I heard it splatter on the floor. There was silence when her hand moved slower. The deepest, blackest silence I've ever experienced. The oozing warm cum made her hand slip over my hot flesh like oil on glass. It seemed no one in the room was breathing. Auntie lifted her head off my shoulder and whispered in my ear, so quiet I could barely hear her. "Another wasted protein shake. Didn't need Maria this time, huh?" The room came back to life with a voice. I wasn't surprised it was Meredith's. "Good God!" she said. "I'm looking for the tube for the special effect, but...I don't see one. Did all that come from him?" "Some men a very juicy," Auntie said. There was nervous laughter. Auntie sat up and looked down at the floor. "Be careful girls, it's slippery down there. I don't need OSHA coming in and asking about this." More laughter, a little more relaxed. I chuckled right along with them, but I still felt stunned. "Work those images, girls," Auntie said. "Use the emotion you're feeling. Use everything you've seen." She wiped her messy hand on the bed sheet and reached for her robe. She handed me some tissues from the pocket. I wondered why she had them. Had she planned on making me cum? Was she that crazy? Was she a closeted sexual nut-job? I couldn't help but smile a little. I was embarrassed to be wiping my cock clean in front of the women, but I was smiling. Maybe I was the closeted sexual nut-job. I glanced at Maria. She was working on her drawing but she saw me looking, saw the goofy smile on my face. A smile flashed across hers, but she fought it back. Her eyes told me she was happy. I left soon after, retreating to the upstairs as I'd done the previous week. It was an awkward goodbye again, but different. We all felt closer, I think; I could see it in everyone's eyes. Auntie was securely wrapped in her robe, making the rounds to everyone's work stations. I was thoroughly robed, too, wetting my dry mouth with a last sip of wine. "Goodbye, everybody," I said. "I hope it was...good." It was a dumb thing to say, giving away my youth and lack of savoir faire. "Thank you, Jon," Ginette said, her lovely eyes twinkling, with those turned-up corners of her mouth turned-up a little more than usual. "Yes, thank you," Meredith said. The others chimed in with their thanks, too. Auntie didn't say anything. "Will we see you next week?" Maria asked, as I was turning to leave. "Sure...if...Pamela wants," I said. "You're here all summer, young man," Auntie said. "Make sure you hydrate." I walked away smiling, listening to the happy laughter. An hour later I heard everyone leave. The circuit breakers clicked off, and the back stairs creaked with footsteps. I was in my sweatpants, sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal. I expected Auntie to be fully clothed, but when I saw her I remembered we'd both gone downstairs in our robes, ready to work. When she walked into the kitchen her robe was looser than it had been when I'd last seen her. It was still tied with the sash at the waist, covering her, but it was loose enough so her prodigious cleavage was airing out nicely, and her big bosom jiggled with every step she took. She reached for a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. "You were fantastic, sweetheart. Did you like it?" I nodded, smiling more than I wanted to. Auntie smiled, too. "Good," she said. "You and me, we're cut from the same cloth, I think. Showoffs at heart." She drank half the water in her glass. "Some people like being seen. I've always kind of loved it. It can be hard to find willing partners, though." "Really? You've...done it before?" "Not like this, this is new and exciting," she said. "But yeah, being seen is kind of a kick for me. You don't always even have to be seen, just the thought that you might be seen is super hot. But actually having eyes on you is...well, you felt it." I nodded. I had felt it, and it was a crazy, dangerous thrill I was pretty sure I wanted more of. And Auntie, she continued to fascinate me. I wanted to know everything about her sexual backstory everything she'd seen, everything she'd done. She set down her empty water glass on the counter. She stood still, relaxed, with an open body language. Her hair was a little mussed and the robe that barely contained her bosom opened and closed a little with every breath. A subtle sexy smile made her eyes even more beautiful. "Okay, I am all kinds of horny," she said, looking into my eyes. "If we're gonna get this show on the road, I need it to start. Right now." I sat still, unsure if I was understanding, worried about saying the wrong thing. Auntie, bless her heart, came to my rescue. She never was one to mince words. "Any interest in fucking your old Auntie until she screams?" I had plenty of interest, and she did scream. Luckily, she was the only residential tenant along that block of Main Street. The closest houses were out back, buffered by Auntie's storage room and two thick brick walls, so we were free to cut loose, and did we ever. I developed a strong taste for loud lovers that summer, and I'm happy to say my sweet wife falls into that category. In fact, when it came time to think about marrying her, that might have sealed the deal. So Auntie and I became lovers that night, and she began teaching me all that she knows. It was learning by doing, an apprenticeship kind of thing. The first thing I learned is just how deep in a willing woman's throat a big cock can go. The answer is all the way. Balls deep, I've heard it called. The first time my balls tickled Auntie's chin I wanted to ask if she was a sword swallower too, but speaking wasn't an option. The best I could do was wordless utterances, loud ones that made Auntie's eyes smile. She held me there her mouth stretched wide around my girth, her throat stuffed full for so long my knees started wobbling out from under me. She pulled off, my cock coated with slippery glisten, and she gasped for breath. Her face showed her joyous excitement. "Wow!" she huffed. "Fuckin' awesome!" She took me in again, all the way down, holding me there until her face was red and her eyes watered. My hips moved without me asking them to, thrusting the last few millimeters of me into the deepest recesses of her throat. I tipped my head back and bellowed at the ceiling. Again she pulled of, again she gasped for breath. "Yeah!...Fuck yeah!" She pulled me down and pushed me flat on the kitchen floor and she mounted me. I was so lubed from her juicy throat I slipped right in, but halfway to her depths I felt her muscles, deep in her pussy, contracting on me. She was cumming already, and the deeper I went the more she convulsed. It was some crazy magic and we were lost in it. She came like nothing I'd ever seen, no porn girl, no girlfriend, no dream. It was something new and wonderful. It was Auntie. A moment later I was throbbing inside her, my orgasm mixing with hers, our wildly happy eyes speaking our thoughts. Her hands were on the hard muscles of my stomach, pressing to help her thighs lift and fall. The sash of her robe was still barely tied, but her tits had freed themselves from the white terrycloth, tits that always took my breath away, looking even more spectacular squeezed between her arms the way they were. My eyes were unable to look away from them as our orgasms raged on, the soft curves and hard nipples burning into my memory. The staggering orgasms passed and she rode me slow. She opened her robe wide and closed her eyes. My hands were on her tits. Her face gave away her bliss. I watched how her pussy took me in and let me out. It was my first look at it, shaved almost completely smooth, and I was in it! Deep in it! My slippery cum was leaking out, mixing with the white womanly cream she'd coated me with. "Ohhh, Fuck!" she said, breathless. "God I love a big cock!" She opened her dreamy, lusty eyes and looked down at me. "You, my boy, make me so happy. You have no idea." "I'm happy, too," I said. "Are you?" she said, still fucking me slow. "You'll tell me if any of this is...wrong. Right?" "Don't worry," I said, smiling at her. "It's not." She led me to her bedroom. I'd been in there before, just a step or two inside the door, always with a flutter in my stomach. A woman's private space is special, a little sacred, even, and I'd never felt right about violating it. So the few times I'd entered I stayed back behind the invisible ropes and gazed with curious, reverent eyes upon the nest of a woman. Auntie certainly wouldn't have minded if I'd walked right in, she wasn't even close to protective or standoffish, but it always seemed proper to hold back, to let her woman's space be woman's space. I'd observed things the previous times I'd been inside the door a soft, toe-cuddling rug on the wood floor, small collections of things on the dresser tops, an inviting-looking, always rumpled bed. The closet was always open, hung thick with the clothes used to cover her beautiful body. There were interesting works of art on the walls, one small painting always a little crooked. Every time I saw it I wanted to straighten it, but that would have been taking too much liberty in her private sanctuary. And then there was the smell. My mother's room at home was similar, but Auntie's was special. A mix of perfume, deodorants and powders, dark chocolate and yesterday's clothes. Her cosmetics, which she wore sparingly but beautifully, added to the scent, and there may have been, now that I think about it, a whiff of masturbation in the air. All in all, it was a heady mix. She led me in by the hand, me completely naked, my sweatpants left behind on the kitchen floor. Auntie's robe was open, her big breasts leading the way, hard nipples breaking the wind. That sounds like an exaggeration, but Auntie was in a hurry, moving fast. Those glorious screams that still haunt my dreams were just moments away. "I gotta have you this way," she said, positioning herself on elbows and knees on her bed. "You're so big, I wanna feel you all the way up in my stomach." Auntie's robe was on her floor. We were naked together for the first time. We'd been nearly there, downstairs in front of the women, with just a wisp of red lace keeping us from totality, but seeing Auntie stripped bare, giving herself to me so raw and open, my hands touching her ass and pussy while my hard cock brushed against her warm thigh...it was nakidity that transcended humanity. Auntie looked and felt like a superior life form, and I did, too. It was the deep, shared knowledge that did it, I think, something I'd never felt with a woman before. I was lost in delirium at the first touch of her on that bed. And then my cock was in her again. "Deeper, baby. That's it. Every stroke, all the way deep... Oh, yeah, that's it... That's the stuff..." Auntie had begun her lessons. I love that she talked to me when we made love. My girlfriend at college hadn't really, not much anyway. Auntie, though, she told me just what she wanted, and just how it made her feel. After a while, a few weeks I guess, with her gentle encouragement, I started doing it, too. My wife loves it. She's over on the submissive end of the spectrum, so she enjoys my vocal directions. I wonder what she'd think if she knew Auntie Pamela was the one who taught me to make love that way. "Fuck me, baby," Auntie said, the side of her face down on her rumpled bed. "Hold my hips tight and fuck me hard." Having a big cock, you can't help but notice that you fill a woman pretty full. Auntie liked it. A lot. I got into a nice rhythm, thrusting long and deep, feeling like I was indeed mingling with all of her insides. Tight, velvety, squeezing insides. We were both moaning, Auntie with every breath, the heavenly sound rising in pitch and in volume. "Oh God yeah!" she huffed. "Don't stop!...Don't ever stop!..." Her moans came faster, higher, louder. I'd broken a sweat and started to shine. Auntie had, too. She rose up on her arms, up on all fours. "Can you reach my tits, baby?" she asked, her voice breathless. The angle of my deeply thrusting cock changed a little when I reached under for her swinging tits. I could feel it, a different pressure inside her pussy. Auntie liked it. "Oh, Jesus!" she hollered. "Fuck yeah!...Fuck yeah!" That's when her moans sang into screams. She was cumming, deep in her gut and deep in her soul, and her voice went free and sang the glory. I fucked like I'd never fucked before, lifting her to somewhere magical, a place I wanted to take her to again and again. I saw quite a few of the women around town all during the week. They were all so nice, starting to feel like friends. I'll be the first to admit I thought about what it would be like to fuck them, every one of them, even Ginette, who's old enough to be my grandmother. It didn't seem like a bad thing to think about because I knew they were all thinking about me that way, too. I could see it in their eyes. If things had started going that way, me having sex with all the women, I wonder if Auntie would have said anything. I doubt it. Maybe there would have been a threeway with her, or a fourway, or more. They all seemed to love her, and it wouldn't surprise me if they all craved her big tits and beautiful smile as much as I did. I had a feeling I could have had my way with any one of them, maybe amongst the rocks at the small State Park on the east side of the peninsula, or inside the abandoned sardine packaging plant at the end of Main Street, or even in my bedroom for that matter. I had visions about it, daydreams, I guess you'd call them. Various of the women would pop into my thoughts, sometimes when I was having sex with Auntie in her bed, sometimes when I was out walking or sketching. The vision was often similar one of them opening their shirt, showing me the breasts that I already knew. We were usually at the park, amongst the house-size rocks on the pebbly shore. She'd bend over and I'd fuck her, her loud womanly screams reaching the fishing boats as they rumbled past, her husband on the deck of one of them, smiling at us and waving. I guess maybe it was my horny mind's way of reminding me they were all married, but the vision always excited me. When I contemplated it all, in those quiet moments when I was sketching amongst the soaring gulls, I decided it was why showing myself to them was so exciting. It was mutual desire. The forbidden kind. Being hard in front of horny married women made me harder, and cumming in front of them was an intoxicating thrill. Both times I'd retreated to the upstairs feeling embarrassed, but I was slowly realizing I should have played it differently. Not cocky, or anything like that, just more confident. They were there because they wanted to be there, and I was, too. They came back the second time knowing it would be even sexier, and they all seemed excited about continuing. The only thing I worried about was whether any of them would be able to tell that Auntie and I had taken things to another level in private. - That Tuesday's art class felt like a gathering of friends. Auntie had mentioned a few times what "great girls" they all were, and she was right. The wine drinking that always started things felt more like a party. "I was thinking we'd do a doggy style pose today, girls," Auntie said. "Do you all find it as erotic as I do, or would you rather draw my...pussy? Do you mind me using that kind of language?" "Well I'm the oldest and I don't mind," Ginette said. "And I vote for doggy style. Never thought I'd say those words..." Everyone laughed. Dina spoke up. "Ginette gets to choose tonight, being our elder and all." "You stinker, Dina," Ginette said. "I'm not that much older than you." More laughter and more drinking. Auntie and I were in our robes. I didn't get to choose panty color because she wasn't wearing any. The tall box of "Sunset Blush" wine took a serious hit, and then we were naked and the women's eyes were all on us. It was their first look at Auntie in all her glory, her nipples aroused and her pussy freshly groomed, smooth and bare all around the flower-like folds of flesh that felt so good in my mouth, with just some short, soft hair above. My cock was growing fast, rising up into the energy of the room. "Holy shit, here we go," Meredith said, watching it. Auntie climbed onto the daybed on her hands and knees, looking like a woman who was put on earth to be sexy. "Please tell us you'll model for us even after Jon goes back to school," Meredith said. Auntie looked pleased. "You want me to?" "And maybe...some of the rest of us could try, too," Celine said. "After Jon goes, I mean." "Sure," Auntie said. "That sounds great. Maybe we could try a girl-on-girl pose, or something like that. Aren't you sad you're going to miss it, Jon?" "That's almost worth quitting school for," I said, winking at Celine, like a real ladies' man. I climbed onto the bed on my knees. I heard some whispered gasps from the women when my hard cock neared its target. I wanted everyone to know it was just a pose so I made sure they could all see me push my throbbing erection down with my hand before my body touched Auntie's beautiful ass. When I felt the warmth of her wet pussy against the top of my cock I moaned. The quiet room seemed to amplify it, or maybe I really did moan that loud. Auntie made the same sexy "ohh ho" noise she does when I enter her for real. After we settled in our pose, Auntie spoke. "I don't know how your view is, girls, but if you can see him between my legs you've got a choice. Draw it there, or don't and make it look like real fucking." "How about if you move your arms out in front of you," Meredith said, "so we can see your tit all squished against the bed. That's hot." "Like this?" Auntie said, reaching way out in front of herself, clutching the bed sheet with her fingers. "Wicked hot," Meredith said. The women all got busy with their drawings. I stayed as still as I could, thinking that was the best for the pose, holding Auntie's warm hips in my hands. "You should be moving, Jon," Auntie said. "They need to incorporate the action." I started a slow fucking movement. My cock hardened more, making better contact with Auntie's pussy. She was incredibly wet and slippery, the way she always seemed to be. "Good...Goddd!" Ginette said quietly, her eyes watching the movement of my body. "You like this pose, Ginette?" Auntie asked. "It's...really good," she said. "I wish my husband would try it sometime." "Ask him to," Auntie said. "Guys love it." I was hoping the women would start discussing sex positions and their preferences, but the sound of charcoal on rough paper took over the silence again. They were hard at work. I kept moving. A long stretch of time passed. I'd drifted into that alternate reality again, that dreamlike place that Auntie's soft warmth often took me to. My cock had partially softened for a while, but then I started thinking about Celine posing with Auntie, right there on the daybed. How would they do it, I wondered? Maybe one of them kissing the other's tits? Maybe Auntie's tongue on one of Celine's crazy long nipples? My cock was fully hard again, slipping through the comforting caress of Auntie's wet pussy lips. Without realizing it I'd started moving even more, longer thrusts through the juicy wet warmth at the top of Auntie's thighs. Maybe, I speculated, they'll go full-out and pose in a girl-on-girl sixty-nine. Auntie's breathy, lusty voice pulled me out of my dream... "Christ," she said, "I'm gonna cum if you keep rubbing against me like that. Fuck I'm horny! All right, just put it in me. You girls won't tell, will you?" "We're good. Do what you gotta do, girl," Meredith said. Still half lost in my dream, I wasn't sure what to do. Auntie's hand reached under and did the deed, her moaning groan holding everyone's rapt attention as I sunk into her. She huffed out some whispery giggles. I was wondering if I should put on an act, pretend it was our first time, but I didn't. Auntie didn't either. I could easily glance at the women's faces, but it was hard to tell what thoughts were in their heads. They seemed surprised, which I was glad of, but maybe it was just because my big cock was deep inside their teacher. That alone was pretty surprising. "Erotic art, girls," Auntie said, her voice breathy and sexy, reminding the staring, mesmerized women of their task. "I don't know how long our young stud model is gonna last, so get to it." The women's heads all started a frantic up and down, eyes on us, eyes on their work, eyes on us. The sound of charcoal scratching on rough paper took over all our ears, punctuated by Auntie's little huffs and quiet moans when I moved a little. I was trying to stay still, but it was impossible. Even when I was still, my cock was throbbing and Auntie's pussy felt alive. I felt the near danger of orgasm without a single thrust. It was extraordinarily intense, like a tantric yoga pose I'd never heard of, and soon my own breathing was loud and I felt the sheen of sweat all over me. I started to feel woozy. Auntie looked back over her shoulder at me. "How you doin', slugger?" she asked. "I don't think I can be still," I said. "You can move," she said. "Really?" "Sure. Just gentle. No hard stuff." Ginette's quiet voice was the only reaction when my slow thrusting began. "Good...Goddd," she said. Auntie looked at her. "Too much?" she asked. "Never," Ginette said. "Words tend to slip out of me. I'm fine. This is more fun than knittin', I'll tell you that." The others chuckled, heads tilting between down and up, charcoal pencils working. Knowing Ginette was okay relaxed me. I closed my eyes, held my hands on Auntie's hips and fucked her as slowly as I'd ever done. I was surprised it was less intense than the squeezing throbbing that holding still had been. "You guys want some wine?" I heard Meredith say, her voice close. I opened my eyes and she was there, standing next to us, with two full glasses in her hands. I'd been lost in an eyes closed, hip thrusting dream for I don't know how long. "Thanks," Auntie said. She looked back at me. "Stay in me, all right? It'll be less x-rated." She pushed her upper body up and rose up against me. My arm went around her, just below her tits, to support her. After I'd done it I wished I hadn't we looked like lovers who were much to familiar with each other. "God, you two are beautiful," Meredith said. "This is a first for me. I've never seen anyone...like this, before." Auntie gulped her wine. "That makes good art, when you're seeing something with new eyes," she said. I drank my 'Sunset Blush' down in two big gulps. When Meredith walked away with our glasses I was already feeling the buzz. Auntie dropped down into her pose again, like a sexy little doggy, arms out in front of her, hands clutching at the sheets. I started moving inside her, glad to resume again. Auntie moaned like she was glad, too. Maybe it was the wine that made everything feel different. Is Auntie doing that on purpose with her pussy muscles, I wondered? If she is, she needs to stop. But how do I say that in front of the class? What she was doing felt ridiculously good, and I could feel my hips loosening. Looser hips means longer thrusts, and Auntie responded. My cock hardened even more and we were fucking for real, Auntie's rising moans telling me she was getting as lost as I was. Soon, we couldn't find our way back so we just kept going, climbing, aware of our audience and climbing higher because of them. I was thrusting my full length, out to the tip and in with a slap of our bodies and my balls, the noise of us thudding together rising with the volume of our voices. "Oh yeah, fuck me!" she commanded. "Fuck the shit outta me!" I threw my head back and looked at the ceiling, my cock thrusting deep and hard and fast. I fucked her harder, longer, and with even more energy than our wildest private sessions. Auntie was howling, lost in the euphoria the way I was. The crazy thrill of what we were doing was driving us higher and higher. Auntie orgasmed the way she sometimes does when she's really wound up loud and proud with shuddering spasms that left her with little control, her thighs twitching, legs shaking, her lungs gasping air between loud exclamations, desperate for oxygen to feed her hot blood. I came the way I do when she drives me wild animalistic grunts huffing out of my open mouth, my big cock hot and slippery as it pulled out of her, my hand pumping it, gobs of cream splattering all over her writhing body. "Oh...My...God," Meredith said. Nobody else said a word. Auntie turned her head toward them, her mouth open, breathing hard. "Sorry," she said. I felt like blurting out an apology, too. "Don't be," Meredith said. "Just another quiet night in Toad Harbor, right girls?" There were nods and agreement all around. I was relieved and I could tell Auntie was, too. "You'll need a towel," Meredith said, leaping into action. There was a hand towel over by the wash-up sink by the back stairs. She hustled over to get it and she was next to us quickly, looking like she wanted to do the wiping up herself. I held out my hand and she gave it to me, and she stood there, breathing in the fumes of carnal combustion. Cleaner but sticky, Auntie and I donned our robes and the class resumed as if everything was normal, with Auntie making the rounds, teaching one-on-one. I was bolder and walked around looking at the women's work, too, impressed by the energy in some of the drawings. Phoebe's was very good, as usual. I was pleased the women were happy to have me look at their work. I said goodbye and went up the creaky stairs feeling better about things. It was an odd turn of events I should have been more embarrassed after what had happened, but I was less. I started thinking about porn actors working in front of a crew, wondering if they got the same thrill I did, or if it was just a job. Auntie came up a little while later and we spoon fucked on the couch in front of an old black and white movie on TV. My summer in Maine was staring to take a set, a comfortable pattern that was crazy and far from normal. to be continued.... For pics visit ---->> https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

Title: Aunt Eva Summary: Mark discovers the closeness of family. Keywords: inc,fic It had been nearly a year since my high school graduation when I'd last seen my Aunt Eva, though in truth, I "saw" her nearly every day of my life. My Aunt, and my mother were identical twins. Even living hundreds of miles apart had never changed their near identical appearance. They'd worn their light brown hair in the same style for years, and neither had gained enough weight to look any different from one another. Though my mother always contributed her ability to maintain her "girlish-figure" as she called it, to having a high metabolism. Still living at home while working part-time and attending College, I'd come downstairs to fix myself breakfast before heading off to a late morning class. Though mom had been in the kitchen when I came downstairs, waving to me and blowing me a morning kiss, I had noticed immediately she was on the phone. Taking the receiver with her, she stretched the long dangling cord, slipping around the door into the laundry room. Mom had a habit of doing this whenever she wanted some privacy, disappearing from the kitchen in order to speak more candidly. What I always got a kick out of however, her voice tended to echo whenever she entered the laundry room, making it even easier to hear what she was saying than had she simply remained in the kitchen. "So when did this happen Sis?" I heard mom asking. Ever since I was a small boy, mom had called Aunt Eva "Sis", rarely if ever by her first name. Because of that, I had grown accustomed to calling her "Aunt sissy". She'd always laughed whenever I had called her that, and eventually the nickname stuck. When I grew older, I'd quit calling her "Aunt Sissy", cutting the name slightly sometimes calling her "Aunt Sis", or simply "Sis" as mother had always done. Knowing that mom was talking to my Aunt, I began listening more attentively. I had learned weeks ago when overhearing my mother and father talking, that my Aunt and her husband had been having marital problems. By the sounds of it, things had gotten worse. "What did you do when you saw them?" Mom asked in lower tones, though I was still easily able to make out every word of their one-sided conversation. "You're kidding me!" Mom exclaimed, her voice raising a full octave in surprise as Aunt Sis told her something that must have been fairly shocking. "And then what did Bob do?" Mother pressed. I felt really bad for my Aunt. I really liked her. The one thing I had always appreciated as a kid was that my Aunt, "Sis" had always been easy to talk to. Sometimes it felt a little weird speaking to her about things I would never have dared mention to my mother, especially with her looking like her and all. But Sis had always maintained our confidentiality in whatever we'd spoken about, never divulging anything, as far as I knew, to my mother. "Oh Sis, don't worry about it. No...of course you're welcome to stay here, you know that!" Mother stated excitedly. "No...I don't need to check with Steven first, you know he'll be ok with your staying here for a few months. And of course, you know Mark will be more than happy to give up his room. Hell, he hardly spends the night here anymore anyway. To tell you the truth Sis, I think he's been spending the night with one of his girlfriends!" I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I hadn't been staying that many nights away from the house for one thing. And for the other, though I had a girlfriend of sorts, it was far more "platonic" than anything else. We'd gone out a few times together yes. Usually with several of our mutual friends, but what neither mother nor "Sis" knew for that matter, was that I was still a virgin in every respect of the word. I'd never so much as even laid a hand on a bare breast yet. Not that I didn't want to, or have those urges. I did. Masturbating almost daily in fact, while wondering, thinking about what it would actually feel like. But so far, my shyness, and low self-esteem had kept me from really attempting to do anything, with anyone. And it wasn't as though I wasn't reasonably attractive either. I'd come late into my so-called growing spurt, which had left me awkward, ungainly, as I'd suddenly began growing. Though I loved most sports, I was almost too skinny for football, especially as I'd managed to grow a full three inches in less than a years time, and my weight hadn't kept up with my height. There was a long momentary pause while mom stood there listening to whatever it was that Sis had to say. "No. I admit I'm not really aware of anything..." Mother said once again having lowered her tone of voice, totally unaware that I could still clearly hear her. "You know Mark, he's never been comfortable sharing things like that with me, but I know the two of you have had discussions like that before, maybe he'll feel better talking to you about it." I heard her saying. They chatted briefly for a few minutes more, and then mom walked back into the kitchen preparing to end her call. I feigned ignorance of course; appearing far more interested in reading the morning paper than in listening to whatever it was she'd been talking to her sister about. Seconds later, I heard her hanging up the phone. "That was Sis on the line." She began. "She told me to tell you she said hi. And, she's coming to stay with us for a few months." She said simply without giving any explanation. "She's welcome to stay in my room." I offered innocently, pretending I hadn't already heard that. "I prefer sleeping downstairs in the den anyway. Or, if it's nice out, I actually enjoy blowing up the air-mattress and sleeping outside on the patio." "Thank you Mark." Mother said coming over to give me a hug, wrapping her arms around my neck as I sat, hugging me from behind. "I appreciate your doing that honey. Aunt Sis needs some time away for a while." She finally gave up by way of a reason for my sleeping elsewhere. "No problem." I said easily reaching up to give mom a backwards pat on the shoulder. "Well, guess I'd better get going, or I'll be late for my first class. By the way, when's Sis going to be here?" "She's flying in tomorrow evening. Which reminds me. Your father and I have that business dinner to attend, so I'd appreciate it if you'd plan on staying home tomorrow night and keep your Aunt company. I think she'd enjoy spending some time with you anyway, it has been a year since she's last seen you. And boy...won't she be surprised! She'll never recognize you Mark!" Which was true, I had changed significantly in a fairly short period of time. "Ok, nothing going on anyway. And I don't work tomorrow night either, so being home won't be any problem for me." Giving mom a quick kiss on the cheek, I headed out the door off to my first class. Surprisingly, I was excited, anxious to see my Aunt. Fact was, I was looking forward to the possibility of having another one of our intimate, private conversations together. The fact that mom had already given her an earful, even though there wasn't any truth to it, promised that whatever we talked about could end up being very interesting. # The next day, I arrived home late in the afternoon after my last class and headed immediately upstairs to my bedroom. Though I knew Sis was expected in, she'd never made it much before early to late evening whenever she'd flown in before. Without thinking, I simply barged into my room without even considering she might already be there. As I did, I saw two suitcases open, lying on the bed. A second after that, Sis came walking out of my bathroom. She was wrapping her hair up in a towel as she entered, and...she was naked! "Oh God! Sis! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were even here yet!" I stammered, already backing towards the door. My being there did startle her, briefly. But if I'd expected her to suddenly turn and run from the room, I had another surprise coming. Taking the towel she'd been using to dry her hair with, she merely held it up in front of herself. But even in her doing this, she was barely able to conceal much of what I had already seen. "Don't be embarrassed Mark." She said easily. "We're all grownups here." Sis finished wrapping the towel around her self, giving me one more quick, brief glimpse at her full, dark nippled breasts before hiding them from my view. "I managed to catch an earlier flight than normal." Sis walked over to the dresser standing in front of it and began brushing out her wet hair. "I understand your mom and dad will be out this evening." She ventured. "Any plans?" "No...no plans." I said, feeling my face still flushed with embarrassment at having walked in on her. "Maybe we can order in pizza later or something..." I stammered in offering. I saw her reflection in the mirror as she looked at me, smiling. "Sounds like a good idea. And from what your mother's told me, you and I have a lot of catching up to do anyway." Suddenly her smile turned into one of obvious surprise. Turning away from the mirror, Sis quickly closed the distance between us. "Good God Mark! You've grown!" She said stepping up next to me. "Last time I checked, you were barely taller than either I or your mother is. Now look at you!" She exclaimed. "You're a good three inches taller than I am now!" "Just over six feet." I said proudly, feeling manly for some reason. Though my Aunt standing tippy-toe, pressing against me in nothing more than a white fluffy towel might have had something to do with that. Sis gave me a quick kiss in greeting, once again stepping away. "Well, I really should get dressed." Sis paused, looking at me. For a split second I thought she was going to take off the towel. "Oh yeah, right. I was going to jump in and take a quick shower." I announced lamely, finally remembering why I'd barged in here in the first place. "Well, go ahead. It's still your room Mark. I'm not in that big a hurry. Go head, have your shower. I'll finish getting dressed in here while you do." Seeing nothing wrong with that at all, I made my way into the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower. Taking a rather hot one, the room soon filled up with steam. Shampooing my hair, I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. "Don't mind me." Sis said. "I just need to pee," she announced. "And don't worry...I won't flush until after you're out." Seconds later I could hear the sound of her "tinkling" in the toilet. Stunned that she would even do that in front of me for one thing, and even more surprised that she'd come into the bathroom where I was showering for another. As I turned to begin rinsing the soap from my hair, I caught her reflection in the tiles. She'd removed her towel, sitting on the toilet once again naked. The fact that I could easily see her bare breasts as she sat there, totally unaware that I was looking made me feel like a voyeur, which I guess in a sense, I was. I continued to watch as she reached over unrolling a few strips of toilet paper before wiping herself. Standing up, I stared at her as she did. The dark patch of her pubic hair between her legs beckoned to me like a beacon. Closing the lid, she flushed. "Oh shit! Sorry Mark!" She said giggling. The sudden change in water temperature had me dancing backwards in a hurry. "Fuck!" I shouted out, slipping as I did, landing hard down inside the tub. "Oh Mark! Are you ok?" Sis yelled. Suddenly the shower curtains parted, and there she was looking down at me as I lay there in the bottom of the tub looking up at her. "Yeah, I'm fine," I told her, subconsciously taking my hand covering my exposed prick with it as she stood there, the affects of doing so, automatically drawing her attention down between my legs as she followed the movement. Aunt "Sis" was grinning. "Guess this makes us even," she said laughing. "What? Oh...yeah. Guess we are!" I replied, laughing with her now though I still hadn't removed my hand. "Sure you don't need any help getting up?" She asked again, leaning into the tub even further offering her hand to me. Looking up towards her, my eyes focused completely on her exposed breasts. Those dark tantalizing nipples of hers were erect, puckered, her full sized breasts hanging there just inches away from my face. "Ah no. I'm fine, really." Obviously Sis wasn't about to go anywhere until she was absolutely sure I was ok. Which meant, I was going to have to sit up at the very least, once again exposing my penis to her. I certainly wasn't ashamed of the way I looked or anything, even as flaccid as I was. But it did feel just a little weird sitting there like this with my Aunt looking in and down at me. Steeling myself, I allowed my hand to fall free, bracing myself, sitting up as I did. "See? I'm fine." I saw her briefly glance at my groin before looking back into my eyes. "I'm sure you're girlfriend will be happy to hear that too," she said teasingly. Then she turned away, disappearing from the bathroom before I could say anything to her. # By the time I stepped out of the shower, dressed, and gone into my room, Sis had dressed and gone down stairs. I quickly headed down to the family room myself, spotting my Aunt and father talking. Dad looked "spiffy" as I heard my aunt saying, brushing a few flecks of 'whatever' off of his shoulders as she stood there admiring him in his tuxedo. "Where's mom?" I asked upon entering. "She'll be down in a second." Dad said. "God, I hate these business dinners," he said looking about as uncomfortable as I still felt myself. Sis gave me a knowing wink, then turned just as mom entered the room. "Jackie! You look fabulous!" Eva stated appreciatively. And she did too. It had been a long time since I'd seen mom dressed up this nicely. And I found myself doing a double take when I also realized just how plunging the neckline of her evening dress really was. "I can't believe I let you talk me into buying this, let alone wearing it," she said to my father. But even I had to admit she looked damn good in it as Eva confirmed an instant later by saying so herself. "You'd best keep an eye on her Steven." Sis warned him. "She'll have guys following her around all night anxious to get a peek down the front of her dress!" Dad was beaming however, enjoying the attention mom would be receiving. "Well, I guess we'd better give them something else to look at too then," he said as he reached inside his jacket pocket, removing some sort of velvet-covered box. Handing it to my mother he was still grinning. "Here, put this on." Mother opened the long slim box and withdrew a single diamond pendant hanging on a tiny gold chain. The diamond was enormous however, certainly eye catching. "Well you've got that right Steven!" Aunt Sis stated. "Though now you'll have both the men and the women staring at her enviously. The men at her tits...and the women at her diamond." Everyone got a good laugh out of that, except for me. I continued to stand there quietly surprised at what I was hearing. "What you need though...is a different pair of earrings," Sis said. "Here, take these." She reached up and began undoing the one's she was wearing. I noticed as she did, that they too were diamonds. "Oh Sis! Are you sure? Really? You'll let me borrow them for this evening?" Mom questioned excitedly. "Sure...and as far as I'm concerned, you can have them. Bob gave them to me." I watched as my aunt finished removing them from her ears and began putting them on my mothers. "No, I won't keep them. But thank you for letting me borrow them for this evening at least," she said happily. She quickly checked herself in the mirror, liking the way she looked, and certainly liking the rather provocative way her breasts accentuated the perfectly cut diamond my father had just given her. "Well. Now I'm ready! Let's go Steven!" She said slipping into her coat. I watched as she leaned over whispering something to my aunt. She in turn glanced in my direction briefly, and then whispered something back to her. "Ok, have fun you two. And if you get too drunk, just get a room and stay in town for the night." Sis told my parents. "We just might do that!" Dad said, grinning wickedly. "Though we might not even be drunk if we decide to do that!" He said conspiratorially. Mom gave him a playful punch in the side. "Ok Steven, behave yourself. Or you really won't be getting any. Diamond or no Diamond!" Mom added suggestively. I stood there beside my aunt as we watched my parents walk outside and get into the car. "Well now, how about that pizza?" Eva asked. # After dinner we had gone outside to sit by the pool. I'd already had a couple of beers with the pizza and had a light buzz going. Aunt Sis preferred a bit stiffer drink and had been having something called "Sex on the beach". After three of those, she was acting like she'd been doing just that. "What say we go for a swim?" She said suddenly. I thought that sounded like a pretty good idea, standing up in preparation for heading inside the house to change. "Where are you going?" Sis asked. "To put on my suit!" I said simply, not even thinking in terms of anything else. "Why? There's no one else here. And I certainly won't tell, if you don't." Before I could even begin to respond to that, Sis slipped the tank top she'd been wearing up and over her head. I was already very well aware of the fact she hadn't been wearing a bra. Something I'd been secretly enjoying all evening long. But secretly knowing and enjoying was one thing, especially when she was your aunt. Actually seeing her breasts suddenly appear was something else all together. "Sis! What the hell are you doing?" I exclaimed worriedly. "What if someone comes home, or somebody comes over?" "Who? Your girlfriend maybe?" Sis teased. "And you know damn good and well your folks are gone for the evening. I'd be surprised in fact if they even come home tonight!" Sis didn't even hesitate, she tossed her top into a nearby chair, and struggled out of the shorts she was wearing, doing the exact same thing to those. Now she stood before me in nothing more than a very skimpy pair of blue bikini panties. "Well? You going to join me or not?" "What girlfriend?" I replied long after the fact. Sis sashayed by me, lifting a finger tickling my chin as she passed. "The one who's been sucking your dick," she said somewhat drunkenly. "Eva!" I yelled. I rarely if ever called her by name, usually only when I was frustrated, angry or surprised. She'd managed to accomplish all three in one fell swoop. "Well? Doesn't she?" Sis didn't wait for an answer, diving almost immediately into the pool. She surfaced a moment later, holding up her soaked panties, tossing them towards me. Absentmindedly, I actually caught them when she did. Realizing what I was standing there holding in my hands, I quickly flipped them over onto the patio table. Eva was laughing at me as she treaded water. Suddenly she was choking, a second later she was floundering and I watched as she dipped beneath the surface. I waited a split-second longer, but she hadn't surfaced. In a panic, I ran, diving into the pool clothes on and all. I could see her floating half way down in the deep end, making for her in quick purposeful strokes. The second I grabbed her, she turned, smiling at me eyes wide open and shot towards the surface. "What the fuck was that?" I screamed at her the moment I broke the surface of the water. "You scared the shit out of me!" I continued to yell angrily. "Well, I had to do something to get you into the pool," she said, pushing off lazily floating on her back. The sight of those incredible boobs bobbing on the surface of the water caught my attention. It was damn hard trying to stay angry with my aunt, especially with her looking like that. "What was that crack about my girlfriend anyway?" I finally asked, pulling my self out of the water. Drenched, I finally began stripping off my wet clothing. Eva swam by me, still on her back, letting me have a perfectly good look at her naked self as she did. Pulling up next to the bank where I was sitting, I could still see those incredible tits of hers bobbing beneath the surface of the water. "Your mother mentioned something to me about where you've been spending most of your nights lately." Sis winked, smiled diving below the surface. Once again I had to wait for her as she resurfaced on the other side of the pool. By then, I'd managed to strip out of my clothing, slipping down into the water without any fan-fare, purposely doing so, so as not to attract any attention. Sis spotted me however and immediately began swimming over towards me. "Nice to see you finally got over any inhibitions." Eva reached my side so that we were treading water together. "Well, regardless of what she thinks, April and I aren't doing anything," I admitted. Sis shot me an accusing look, but I held firm. "I'm not kidding. And if I could tell anyone, it would be you." Eva actually accepted that at face value. "Nothing?" "Nothing!" "Why not?" She asked catching me off guard. I felt my face flushing, dipped beneath the surface of the water for a moment intending to clear my head. But all that did was give me a spectacular view of Eva's nude form as she floated there in the water next to me. Immediately I resurfaced. "My turn!" She announced, sinking below the surface. For a moment I had no idea what she had meant. Then when I did, I kicked off, heading back towards the shallow end of the pool and the steps. I was becoming aroused, and the last thing I needed was for my Aunt to see me getting like that. Hurriedly I made my way towards the house, but was stopped cold when Eva called out to me. "Mark. Please, stay. I promise, no more teasing. I really would like to talk to you," she told me. "I'll get us a couple of towels first." I stated, ensuring that I wasn't facing her directly. "I'll be right back!" "Ok...but Mark?" "Yeah?" "Don't dress. I don't feel like it, and if you do...then I guess I'll have to." I shook my head in wonder, literally, and headed into the house for the towels. When I returned, still naked, though I had wrapped one of them around myself, Eva was standing completely out of the pool waiting for me. For a brief moment, I regretted handing her the towel. To my surprise however, she didn't use it to cover herself with, immediately using it to towel-dry her hair instead. I stood there watching her, watched her breasts gently swaying back and forth, and watched droplets of water as they ran down between her breasts, her legs. Caught myself staring at the thick wet patch of hair glistening softly between them. "Why don't we sit down and talk?" She said. I realized she'd seen me staring at her, and though I knew I'd been caught doing so, she merely held out her hand, leading me still naked over towards the patio. "Now...tell me, everything," she began. For well over an hour we sat talking. I had another couple of beers, retaining that same buzz I'd had going earlier. Sis had two more of those "beach things" as she was now calling them and was feeling just as silly as I was. "I can't believe you're still a virgin," she said a short time later. "Well it's not like I haven't tried." I said defensively, suddenly feeling like a failure but surprised that I didn't feel uncomfortable having admitted that to her. "Sort of like old times isn't it?" She said, reaching over clasping my hand in hers when she did. "Been a long time since we've shared things like this with one another." "Well Sis, so far...I've done all the sharing. You haven't told me anything about what's happening with you." I know it had to be the booze talking. I was feeling a little bold, perhaps a little bit too uninhibited. And, my candidness had taken Eva by surprise. "You really want to hear this?" She told me. I nodded my head yes, though wondering now if I really wanted to. "I caught Bob fucking another woman," she began. "Apparently, he's been having an affair with her for several months, only I was too stupid to see it or realize it." "Why would he do that?" I questioned, wishing I'd thought the words rather than having actually asked them of her. She looked like she was about to cry. "Because she's half my age, perky tits and looks like a teenager," she told me. And then I realized, she was crying. "Oh shit Sis...I'm sorry, really." I didn't know what else to say, once again allowing my inebriated emotions and thoughts to become vocal without thinking them through first. "Bob's a fuck!" I said. Eva looked up into my face. "Yes...Bob is a fuck!" She said laughing. We were both laughing then, laughing so hard it hurt and I fell back holding onto my sides. Eva collapsed beside me where we'd been sitting on the edge of the pool dangling our feel in the water while talking. Suddenly she was next to me, beside me. Our bodies touched, I thought perhaps that I should move away, I felt her breast brush my arm, pressing against it. But I purposely held it there, allowing myself to enjoy the erotic sensation as her nipple stiffened, hardening pressing against my flesh. I began to feel a series of emotions, excited, certainly aroused once again, nervous, giddy, and definitely scared. Eva pushed up leaning on one side facing towards me. I looked towards her, watched her as though in slow motion she moved towards me. Her lips opened invitingly, mesmerized, I watched her as she inched closer to me, my lips suddenly opening, anticipating, accepting hers as they pressed against me, finding mine. "I want you Mark." Eva said. And at that very moment, there wasn't anything I wanted more than her either. "Me too." Was all I could manage to come up with. But it was enough. Eva reached over taking my towel in her hands and ripped it off me, tossing it into the pool. I wasn't worried about it however, that towel was the last thing on my mind. Eva had taken hold of my cock. "She's seriously never sucked you huh?" Eva asked. It took me a moment to realize Sis was still talking about April. "Ah no, never." I barely managed to get those words out when I felt Eva's mouth engulf my hot throbbing member. "Oh...fuck! Sis!" I had come up with a hundred ways to stimulate and pleasure my cock. Masturbation for me at least had developed into a whole new art form. But the sensation of Eva's mouth lovingly kissing, sucking and nibbling my prick was unlike anything I had self-experienced before. "Oh, please...sis, you'd better stop!" I warned her. I'd certainly never had any difficulties with cumming too soon before, often jerking off for extended, pleasurable periods of time. Now however, I felt my balls tighten with glorious anticipation, having a mind of their own, and me having nothing to say in the matter. "Sis...Sis! Stop! Stop! I'm gonna...cum!" I groaned, feeling the first hard-felt eruption as it tore off the head of my prick, filling my aunts mouth with a copious discharge that she hungrily began vacuuming from my penis. I saw stars, and I honestly think I had an out-of-body experience. Looking down as I floated somewhere above us, I could see my aunts beautiful prone body lying next to me. The exquisitely molded, perfect heart-shaped ass of hers as she lay there, still licking, sucking my prick, ensuring that she had managed to capture every trace of my cream with her tongue. I opened my eyes. Eva was still gently licking my prick like an ice-cream cone. "Never experienced that before huh?" She said smiling with a smoldering look that said there was still a raging fire going on inside her. I couldn't speak however. Mixed emotions were swirling around inside my head. The fact my aunt had just sucked me off was the least of which that seized me. The fact that I wanted to fuck her was another. "Maybe...maybe we should go inside." I finally managed to get out. Eva was grinning...wickedly. "Sounds like a good idea. Lets go upstairs to your bedroom," she suggested lustily as she headed towards the house. "And I take it...you've never eaten pussy before either then have you?" She asked, turning around to face me as I'd begun to follow her inside. I stopped dead in my tracks. "No...I don't even know what to do." I said honestly, innocently suddenly feeling very foolish, extremely inadequate. Eva hadn't quit grinning either. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. And then won't that girlfriend of yours be really surprised!" She added. Eva made for the house. I'd just finished having an orgasm, but already my prick was hardening with a sudden hunger that amazed me. Watching that tight firm ass slinking away as Sis passed from view had been honestly breath taking. Pointing the way, I followed my penis into the house. # By the time I had reached my bedroom Eva was already spread-eagled lying on my bed waiting for me. I stood there in the doorway frozen in place watching her playing with herself. "God....Eva!" It was all I could think of to say. "Come here," she said. "Have you ever even seen a woman's pussy?" I could only shake my head "no". My mouth suddenly having gone dry, my senses whirling. "Then it's time you learned," she added as she lifted her legs, spreading them apart even more widely. I sat down on the edge of the bed facing her, staring actually at the pink glistening slit between her legs. Eva spread her labia apart exposing even more clearly the shiny pink nodule of flesh resting comfortably, safely near the top of that moist wet split. "I call it my clit-nipple," she said playfully, stroking it as she did. "When I touch my nipples, I feel it here," she said running the tip of her finger over the head of her clit. "And when I touch my clit, like this...I can feel it in my nipples!" She said almost dreamily. "And what feels even better, is when someone licks it with their tongue. Remember what it felt like when I was sucking you? Far better than when you touch yourself right?" Once again I could only sit there nodding my head in agreement. "Well, that's exactly the way I feel whenever someone does that to me. So Mark, would you like to learn how?" "Oh yes!" I breathed. "Show me Sis, show me!" I urged her. I positioned myself comfortably between her legs. Her pussy was only inches away from my face as I stared at it, taking everything in, including her scent, that lusty, fragrant scent of her sex, which was intoxicating, making me drunk with passion and desire for her. "Just do what I tell you," she said softly. "I'll teach you to have the girls eating out of your hand, while you're eating out of their pussies." I felt a light pressure of her hand on top of my head as she slowly guided me towards her heated place. Automatically, I flicked the tip of my tongue against that tiny pearl of flesh. "Lightly," Eva instructed. "Think of your tongue as a feather Mark. Brush it against me as though you were purposely trying to tickle me with a feather." I did so, purposely refraining from applying too much pressure or friction at all. "Oh God yes! That's good Mark. Very, very good. Just keep doing it like that sweetheart, just...like...that!" I tickled her clitoris lightly, barely even touching it in fact for several long minutes. "Can you curl your tongue?" She asked. I nodded my head effectively lapping her pussy as I did that. She giggled. "Good. You know how it felt when I licked the soft sensitive underside of your prick?" I nodded again, still lapping at her, enjoying the additional contact with my tongue. She giggled again. "Whoa boy...I like that, but save that for later," she admonished me. "I want you to curl your tongue, wrap it around the stem of my clit and just slither it up and down a little...again, lightly." I did so, tongue-fucking her stem of sensitized flesh. She gasped loudly as I did, sucking in a deep breath of sweet agonizing pleasure. "Oh fuck yes! Yes Mark. Perfect baby, perfect!" She moaned sweetly. "Now, I want you to reach up and begin playing with my nipples while you're doing that." Slipping both hands upwards, I cupped those magnificent breasts of hers and began delighting myself with the soft fleshy firmness of them, kneading them like a contented kitten, letting my fingers flitter over the taut hard nubbins of her nipples as I felt them rise in eager anticipation. Eva's breathing was much harder now, coming in deep raspy gasps as I continued to vibrate her clit with the tip of my tongue. "Ok baby...now, suck it honey. Draw my clit into your mouth and gently begin to suck it." Doing as she asked, I drew her clit between my lips, imagining it as she'd already described it for me, her "clit-nipple" sucking it in the exact same way I imagined sucking upon her breasts. My face, mashed wonderfully against her cunt, her juices free-flowing bathing me in her aroma. I sucked. I sucked, licked, and twisted her clit between my lips. Eva groaned, no longer giving verbal instruction, but instruct me she did. Her pleasured moans, gasps told me what she liked, what she needed. I alternated, going back to gentle quick flickering snakes of my tongue on the tip of her clit, long lavish tongue strokes, excavating the furrow of her femininity, depositing rich creamy amounts of her juice upon her clitoris then licking them off her, licking her clean before starting the entire process all over again. I felt her hands against my head, her fingers digging into my scalp, pressing my face so fully against her quim that I feared for a moment I would suffocate. Eva groaned, even more deeply this time. Groaned again...panting between quick, rapid intakes of breath. "Now Mark! Now! Fuck me with your tongue! Suck my clit! Fuck! Fuck, suck it baby, suck it! Make me cum!" Eva screamed. It caught me by surprise somewhat. The ear-piercing cry of pleasure was unlike anything I could have expected. Eva tore at my hair, yanking it painfully; I felt her knees suddenly gripping me vice-like as they came together, trapping my face, my head between her legs. What I hadn't expected, didn't know about, was the sudden splurge of female cum-cream that exploded against my face. I was drowning then...drowning, and enjoying every fucking precious moment of it. # Having rolled me over onto my back, Eva straddled my torso. Kissing me, she first licked the residue of her spendings from my lips, nose and even from my eyes. I was awash in her muskiness, her scent smeared across my face in deep rich slivers of her feminine cream. "How'd you do that?" I eventually asked, still unsure of what it was I had actually experienced. Sis laughed...hard, loud. "God Mark, it's been so long since I've cum like that. I'd almost forgotten," she said collapsing against me. I could feel the pressure of her breasts as they fell against my chest. I could feel the beating of her heart as she lay against me, my arms reaching around, clasping her ass, squeezing it, and digging into it. Sliding back somewhat, I felt the head of my prick nuzzle contentedly within the confines of her split. Still soaked with her orgasm, I felt her moisture sticking to my penis, as I thrust upwards, not in her, but allowing the sensation of my cock to slide expectantly within the folds of her pussy. "Not yet," Eva whispered, though she in turn moved her pelvis, rotating her cunt against me, cunt-kissing my dick, sucking at it with her nether lips. "Suck my tits Mark. Suck my nipples honey," she begged. Holding on to them, I again massaged, caressed, and toyed with her erect firm nipples. Pressing her breast against my lips, I captured one of her long fat nubbins between my lips, sucking it, drawing the teat between my teeth gently chewing and rolling it around inside my mouth. Captivated by such pleasure, such magnificence, I concentrated solely on what her tit felt like in my mouth. Unprepared, unaware as she moved once more against me. I felt the head of my prick suddenly bent at an angle. Felt the opening of her sex split, capturing the head, a millisecond of ecstasy passed before she plunged, driving my cock deeply, fully inside of her. "Holy shit!" I wailed. "Holy fucking shit!" I forgot all about her tits. I forgot everything, including my existence. My entire being at that moment was centered deep within her womb. In a way, I had returned from where I had once come from. My prick buried deep within the hot moist cavern of her soul, Eva claimed me, nurtured me and took me prisoner all at once. "Fuck me hard Mark! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me...now!" She screamed. Slamming into her from below, Sis met my thrusts taking them in, clasping the shaft of my prick with each upwards stroke, clenching it with the muscles of her cunt, grasping it tightly fighting against it even as I pulled out only to thrust inside her once again. "Fuck me!" She screamed over and over again. My cock became a piston, ramming myself inside of her as she bounced wildly above me, gyrating from side to side, up and down, back and forth. I was going nuts with the sensation of unimaginable delights, desires and thrills as her pussy sucked my prick, sheathed it in a slippery satin softness that urged the fluids within my balls to begin their rapturous ascent. "Yes...cum Mark...cum!" Eva screamed, knowing the approach of my pleasure, sensing it even before I did. "Fill my pussy with your spunk, shoot that fuck cream in my cunt baby, fill me...fill me...fill me!" I felt my ejaculation leap from the head of my prick. One, two, three rapid powerful squirts of my cream as I throbbed my orgasm, spilling into her, bathing the insides of her womb with my fuck juice. "Oh yes...yes! YES!" Eva cried out. I felt her cunt contract, squeezing, holding my prick as I buried myself deep inside of her. I could feel my ejaculations, felt the torrent of sperm as it leapt from my prick, and once again felt the explosion of her own liquid nectar as the dam of her pussy broke, engulfing my member mingling her juices with mine, cascading like a waterfall, pushing past the opening of her cunt, spraying out in a foamy thick shower of hot sticky orgasmic pleasure. Once again Sis collapsed. But I was barely aware of her weight, her body toppling against me. Blackness surrounded me, the cries of her pleasure lingering briefly at the surface of my consciousness before fading away. # I woke. It was late morning. And, it was Saturday. "Thank God I don't have school today," I thought, but I did have to go to work that afternoon. Eva had stayed with me most of the night. Somehow I remembered that. When she had left, I didn't know. Only now, upon wakening did I realize she wasn't there. Slowly, I willed myself to sit up, glancing at my prick in wonder. It didn't look the worse for wear, no more so at least than when I'd given it a vigorous workout with my hand. It tingled though, as though remembering the experience. It stiffened, growing erect as it did, as I did. "Where is she?" I thought, finally climbing out of bed. Padding on bare feet into the bathroom, I lifted the lid, remembering the day before when Eva had sat here to pee. Even that thought aroused me, standing there with a hard on made it difficult, I struggled but eventually managed to relieve myself of the building pressure. Returning to the bedroom I fished a clean pair of walking shorts out of the drawer, not even bothering to put on any underwear or even a shirt. Quickly I headed downstairs towards the kitchen where I finally did hear sounds emanating from somewhere inside the room. The smell of cooking bacon, fresh hot coffee assailed my nostrils. Suddenly I was hungry, famished and I stepped into the kitchen. Her back was turned towards me; I snuck up from behind her slipping my hands around the front of her cupping her breasts kissing her neck simultaneously. "Mark? What on earth are you doing?" Mother said in surprise. I staggered back nearly falling as I did. Bewildered, shocked...stunned. I nearly fled the room in abject horror. Then she laughed, not my mother's laugh...but Eva's. I had learned to hear and tell the subtle differences in their speech. But both mother as well as Eva could emulate one another perfectly. It was bad enough they could make themselves look even more identical than they were, worse still when they purposely took on their mannerisms and inflection of tone of voice, as Eva had just done when I had snuck up behind her. "Don't fucking do that!" I exclaimed, feeling my legs give out just as I managed to locate one of the kitchen chairs, sitting down hard in it. My heart was beating wildly, pounding against my chest. My face flushed crimson, burning awareness into my mind as Eva simply stood there laughing at me. "Well that should teach you to at least be a little more careful," she told me warningly. "What if I really had been your mother? What then?" She asked. She was right of course, and her harsh lesson had just reminded me of that fact. "I'm sorry, you're right Eva. I shouldn't have done that." Her smile eased my fear however. "Not that I minded it," she began. "But as long as I'm staying here Mark, we can't let things get out of hand. I'm having problems enough as it is. The last thing I want is to do anything to cause problems between your mother and I. As much as I enjoyed everything we did, IF in fact we continue to do anything, we'll need to be careful. Very, very careful." "Again...I'm sorry Sis. It won't happen again." I watched as Sis began unbuttoning the long sleeved dress shirt she'd been wearing. It was all she was wearing in fact. "As a safety precaution, in the future, let me be the one to approach you," she offered. "That way, there won't be any risk...any danger of you doing something like this by accident. Agreed?" Pulling her shirt off, I watched as it fell to the floor once again revealing her nakedness. "Agreed," I said still feeling a little sheepish. "Now...you hungry?" She asked. "Want something to eat?" Pulling out another of the kitchen chairs, Eva placed one leg upon it bent at the knee, spreading herself. "Famished!" I said, leaning over to lick her. Breakfast could wait. # I arrived home from work early that evening. My parent's car parked in the driveway as I pulled in next to them. "Well at least I know they're home," I thought, getting out heading down the walk towards the front door. The door opened suddenly, unexpectedly. As it did, dad stepped out carrying a suitcase. "Where are you going?" I asked. "I got that promotion. They made the announcement last night at the dinner," he said proudly. "Unfortunately, it also means I have to fly out this evening in order to be at the new plant tomorrow and address the employee's. I'll be gone for a few days. So behave yourself while I'm gone." He smiled at me. "You get to be the man of the house for a few days." "Well, congratulations dad!" I took his hand, shaking it. We'd never been exactly close, not like a lot of family's. He shook it, smiling. Still taller than I was he reached over and ruffled my hair. "Take care of your mother and aunt Eva while I'm gone." Images of Eva nude suddenly swam through my head. "I...I will," I said a little uneasily. Turning, I bounded into the house, hearing almost immediately the sound of mom and Aunt Sis conversing in the living room. The moment I entered they quit talking. I hated that; it meant they were discussing things they didn't want me to hear. I glanced briefly at them both, focusing my attention primarily towards my aunt, but her expression gave nothing away. "Hi Mark, how was work?" Mom asked. And I noticed that she had a slight blush in her cheeks when she'd spoken to me. Suddenly I got the distinct feeling they'd been talking about me. But once again, looking towards my aunt, she merely smiled in the same friendly way that she always did. "Work was fine. I need to shower though. Ok if I use my bedroom?" I glanced towards my aunt, feeling a little irritated at the moment without any real reason for being so. I saw her "look" almost the same one she'd given me in the kitchen when I'd nearly mistaken her for my mother. "Go ahead, we're just sitting here talking," she emphasized, speaking volumes to me in a simple sentence. "By the way, Mark? I need to go out and pick a few things up for dinner. Is there anything in particular you'd like?" Mother asked. "Ah, no thanks. I'm really not very hungry. I ate a lot earlier...this morning." Once again I shot a quick glance towards my aunt. She in turn shot an almost angry look my way making me wish I hadn't spoken a single word. Suddenly sorry that I had taken out my anger and frustration against her, once again treading on thin ice though the likelihood of mother's knowing what I had just referred to was an impossibility. "Oh...before I forget, here's your earrings back," Mother said already reaching up to remove them. "Thanks for letting me borrow them." I turned, heading down the hallway towards the stairs, taking them two at a time up to my room. I quickly undressed, angrily, "stupidly" I thought, tossing everything I had worn into the corner. I stepped into the bathroom, locking the door, turning on the shower. Sitting down on the toilet, I began masturbating. # When eventually I did come out, I had taken my shower. Stepping out of the bathroom, naked, I saw Eva sitting on the edge of my bed waiting for me. I quickly slipped the towel I'd been using to dry off with around my waste. "Where's mom?" I asked innocently. "Shopping. Now, you want to explain to me what the fuck that was all about?" Eva said pointedly. I lowered my head, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I guess I just don't like being talked about, especially behind my back," I said lamely. "What the hell do you think we were discussing? How I sucked you off yesterday? How I took your virginity? Is that what you're worried about?" Sis pressed. "Well...no. Of course not. That's stupid!" I said, realizing that it was, realizing as I said it that in a small way, I was worried about how much Eva had been telling mom about things I had shared with her. "Listen Mark. Like any mother, she's simply worried about you. She loves you...you know that. And you also know that all she wants is the best for you." "Yeah, I know that." I said looking at my feet, unable to raise my head and look her straight in the eye. "So...what did you tell her?" I questioned, still curious as to what they had discussed. I heard Eva laugh. "Well, I will tell you that she's curious if you ever have been with a woman before. She did ask me that." "You're kidding? She did? Why?" "Because she knows you're not really comfortable around women. She's known that for a very long time Mark. And she also knows, that until recently anyway, that you haven't gone out on a lot of dates. So she was hoping that since you and I have had our intimate little conversations in the past, that maybe you would have told me something." "What did you tell her?" I asked. Eva grinned mischievously. "Only what I think she wanted to hear. That I didn't think you were a virgin any more for one thing." "What? You told her that?" "Oh...nothing concrete mind you. Only that I "suspected" you weren't. I didn't tell her that you had specifically told me anything regarding it. But that I was fairly confident that you wouldn't have any problems in that particular area." "Why would she be so worried about my love life anyway?" "Because she doesn't want to see you ending up getting hurt like everyone else," Eva stated. There was a long pause. I could tell there was more. A lot more. "What else did you talk about?" I asked. "You already know about my situation Mark. And I don't know if I should really be the one telling you this, but the truth of the matter is, your father's no saint!" "What do you mean?" "What I mean...your mother's known for well over a year now about Steven's little affair." "Dad?" Eva nodded her head sadly. "It's because of that that I came to her Mark. Not because I simply had to get away. True, I needed some time to do some thinking, figure out how I was going to handle this. And because of the way your mother's been doing it, obviously, I wanted to talk to her about it as well." "But they've always been happy together, especially last night. Don't you remember the way they were acting? All flirty, all amorous?" "Yes...but according to your mother Mark, it's the first time in nearly a year that they've really been like that. And the first time in recent memory that your father's actually given her something as nice as he did. Your mom thinks that diamond was something of an "I'm sorry" present. Maybe it was. Maybe they'll find the romance and love in their marriage again Mark. But keep in mind. Maybe they won't either. Nobody's perfect, not even your parents. Not you...not me. Not anyone!" "I realize that," I told her. "But you're telling me that mom and dad haven't even been having sex in nearly a year?" "That's what she said Mark. And something else too. You also need to remember that your mother is a very sensual, sexy woman. I should know, after all I am her twin sister. We think a lot alike. More than you know, trust me. Your mom has the same needs, wants and desires that I do. She's just put them on hold for a hell of a lot longer than I would have done is all. But I also know...that day is over with. If something happens, if your mother ends up having an affair with someone else, you need to cut her some slack. You hear what I'm telling you?" I did. But I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't envision my mother having an affair with anyone. It just wasn't in her nature, or her character to do that. And I told Eva that. She listened, but reminded me just the same that mom still had unfulfilled wants and desires just like any normal woman had. "Now, we're wasting a lot of precious time here Mark. Your mother's gone shopping, and I don't have any idea how long she'll be gone. But rather than waste any more time talking, why don't you come over here and let me suck you." Sis was like taking viagara. I might have just finished jerking off in the bathroom a short while ago, but as she bared those magnificent breasts of hers, I sprang up as though I had been taking the "blue wood" as I'd heard dad call it. Something else of which I filed away for future thought. As Sis sat on the edge of the bed, already running that wonderful erotic tongue of hers over and around the head of my dick, I noticed she was once again wearing her diamond earrings. "Hey...that's something else I can use as a failsafe," I told her. "What? What are you talking about?" She said with a mouth full of my prick. "Your earrings. As long as you're wearing them, I'll know for certain that its you." Eva laughed around my dick, which felt pretty interesting by the way. "Got you spooked huh? Well don't worry. I'll be sure to wear them, and you just make sure you don't inadvertently run up and grab your mom's boobs from behind." "Trust me, I won't," I said confidently. "I certainly won't make that same mistake again." "Well see that you don't. Now...enough talking. Or don't you want me to finish getting you off?" She asked seductively. I zippered my mouth, reaching down to fondle Sis's tits instead. "Oh yeah", I thought to myself. "Much better than talking. Much, much better!" # Over the course of the next several weeks, Eva and I got together nearly every chance that we got. I might have been inexperienced, but I was an avid, quick learner. Even April my "occasional" girlfriend had taken notice of the change in me. She'd even started to become more "friendly" even flirtatious. And though I still continued to spend a little time with my friends, whenever the situation presented itself, I stayed home just so that Eva and I could spend some quality time together. I'd gotten home a little later than usual from work. When I did, I noticed the car was gone. Hurriedly I dashed into the house. Hearing no one, I assumed momentarily that they had all perhaps gone out to dinner together or something. Being hungry myself, I headed into the kitchen. I nearly crashed into what I thought was once again my mother as I came in, and as she was heading out. I glanced quickly at her ears. "Eva!" You know where mom and dad are?" I asked. She smiled at me wickedly. "Your dad had another business trip," she said. "Your mom's taking him to the airport. You just missed them." "How long do you think they'll be gone?" I asked her playfully. "Long enough," Eva said with a naughty twinkle in her eyes. "Come on, lets go outside to the patio." I followed her out doors. It was dark, only the pool lights were on. "Where' we going?" I asked. "Someplace special. I've been thinking about this all day." Eva quickly led me over to a rarely used corner of the yard. It was dark; she had already laid out a large soft comforter on the grass. I noticed there were two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine chilling in a bucket. "I didn't know you really cared much for wine," I said, pulling out the bottle, beginning to uncork it. "Not often, except for special occasions," she told me. "I take it this is a special one?" "In a way yes. I'm going back in the morning," she told me sadly. "I've agreed to talk to Bob, see if we can work things out." "Shit." I said aloud, not really meaning to have spoken my real feelings. "I'm going to miss you," I said, pulling out the cork simultaneously. "Guess this really is a special occasion then isn't it?" Eva smiled, but I could see by the expression in her face that she appeared worried, nervous too. "Don't worry Mark. Things will be ok, for all of us. And I won't stay away as long this time either. You're growing fast enough as it is. Before I know it, you'll be married to someone, have babies. Then they'll be calling me "Aunt sissy" the way you used to do." "Well then...to us. To this very special night together!" I said holding my wine glass up to hers. We toasted, drank. Then she began undoing the dress she had worn. I wasn't surprised to see she hadn't worn anything beneath it. I quickly removed my own clothing and then joined her down on the blanket. "Make love to me Mark...long, slow...for a long, long time. I'm going to need it to hold me over for a while," she told me. "Probably a really long while." I knew what she meant; it was going to be difficult enough for her to work through all this. I knew that. "Well, then lets see if I can show you just how much I've truly learned from you while you've been here," I told her. "Let me eat you for a while," I said lustily. "Oh Mark...I'd love that," Eva said. "Yes, please...do!" I snuggled up between her legs, and just as though it had been the very first time she'd taught me how to do it, I repeated that moment, remembering the way she'd instructed me to pleasure her pussy. Eva was moaning, groaning with wild abandon. Hotter than even I remembered her being, I quickly brought her to two swift hard-felt orgasms. Switching places, she then proceeded to give me a world-class blowjob. Even better than she had given me before. I was swimming in continuous ecstasy, driven to unimaginable heights of pleasure. When I finally rolled over on top of her, slipping my prick inside her, we moved together as though we'd been doing so for years. Together, we made love in that dark corner of the yard for well over two hours. The appearance of headlights pulling into the drive, and the sound of the garage door opening alerted us both to the fact that our magical time together had ended. We quickly scrambled into our clothing. "You grab the blanket and the wine. I'll head off your mother and detain her. That should give you plenty of time to head up to your room and pretend that you've been upstairs sleeping all this time," she told me. We did that. After a time, I did come downstairs; Mom and Eva were sitting in the kitchen having a fair-well chat over a cup of coffee. "Sis has to leave in the morning," Mom said. "I know, she told me," I said feigning a yawn. "What time are you leaving anyway?" I asked. I had an early class, and reluctantly knew I wouldn't be able to go with her to the airport. "Early. I'm having a cab pick me up, but if your up. We can say our good-byes then." I walked over, giving Sis an innocent kiss on the cheek. "I'll miss you," I told her honestly. "I'll miss you too," she said, and I saw a tear form in the corner of her eye. "But don't worry Mark, I'll be back to visit with you and your mom soon. Real soon," she promised. Kissing them both good night one last time, I headed upstairs to bed. # In the morning, I woke up in plenty of time to see my aunt off to the airport. We enjoyed one last early morning cup of coffee together before the sound of a car honking in the driveway alerted us to the fact that her cab was there. Mom and I walked her outside, where I helped her with her luggage and getting into the cab. "Thank you for everything," I whispered. Giving her a bit longer of a kiss than I probably should have before closing the door, standing back. Mom walked over to my side, putting her arm around my waist as we saw the cab back down the drive into the street before pulling away. Turning to face her I saw that she was wearing Eva's diamond earrings. "Why are you wearing those?" I asked her curiously. "Oh. Eva wanted me to have them. She said she wanted to give me something special before she left." "Boy...I'll say. That really was special for her to have given you something like that." "More than you'll ever know Mark. More than you'll ever know." pics---->> http://bit.ly/1QdQXsD

Title: A View to a Thrill Ch.01 Summary: A mother, a son, and the view from his bedroom window. Keywords: inc,fic Jimmy Morris listened to his friend and neighbor Greg Norton blabber on enthusiastically while finding it impossible to believe a word he was saying. Greg was known to tell some whoppers from time to time, but what he was saying now was way beyond anything he'd claimed before. "It's true I'm telling ya," Greg squeaked. "Yeah right, whatever dude," Jimmy shot back while fixing Greg with a look that clearly showed he thought he was full of shit. "You'll see. Just make sure you're looking out your window at nine tonight, I'll leave the blinds up enough for you to see I'm telling the truth." The houses in this development were built in such a way that every other house was situated with one side extremely close to the one next to it. The two eighteen year olds bedrooms faced each other's and couldn't have been more than twenty feet apart. On the other side of the houses the distance increased considerably. "Jimmy, dinners ready," Carol Morris yelled from the back door leading into the spacious kitchen. She had to holler twice before she got a reaction from her son. She heard him say he'd be right there before he leaned in and whispered something into Greg's ear. Turning back and heading inside she couldn't help but wonder what the two boys were up to. It seemed that lately they had been more secretive than in the past. Probably talking about girls she told herself. Dinner was eaten with the whole family sitting at the dinning table. Conversation flowed between Jimmy's dad Charles and his older sister Penny with an occasional input from his mom but he was oblivious to what they were talking about. All he could think about was what Greg had told him. Time seemed to crawl. After helping clean up he went into the family room and tried to wile away the time watching television but couldn't even concentrate on that. While waiting he received a text message on his cell phone from Greg asking if he was going to be watching. For some reason he didn't answer, he just placed his cell on the coffee table and ignored it. Carol noticed her son hadn't replied to his message and when she asked about it he told her it was nothing. She found that odd since he practically lived on his phone twenty-four hours a day. He was constantly receiving and sending texts, just like his sister. She chuckled to herself as she thought about how much time her kids spent on their phones. Hell, back in her day when she was their age you had to actually press buttons and hold the phone up to your ear then speak into it if you wanted to have a conversation with someone. The fact that she was even thinking thoughts like 'back in her day' made her chuckle out loud. "Something funny dear," her husband asked. "No, not really, just thought of something silly is all," she replied. "Okay," her husband replied then went back to concentrating on reading the book he was engrossed in. Carol glanced over at her husband of twenty-three years and couldn't help but notice how much he'd changed over the course of their marriage. At fifty years old he was ten years her senior. Gone were the days when he wore his black hair slightly long and his stomach was washboard flat. Now his head showed a lot of scalp and his waistline was as big as his chest. Sitting at a desk for over twenty years had taken a toll on him. As for her she knew she wasn't the same either. Her shoulder length brown hair had lost some of its luster and she knew that her figure had gotten softer too. But on the plus side she still looked a lot like her old self. Her green eyes sparkled with life and her button nose looked just like her daughters. Another thing she was proud of was the fact that her lips were still pouty and full and her tits weren't drooping toward her navel like so many other moms in the neighborhood. Hers sat firm and proud on her chest even when they weren't encased in a bra. Sure, there were signs of age creeping up on her. More lines in the face around the eyes and more roundness to her almost flat abdomen, but nothing drastic. At five-seven she was still slim and very attractive in her own right. Shaking her head to clear away the thoughts she settled back on the couch and stared at the television, a small smile forming on her lips. Lost in his own thoughts Jimmy forgot to keep an eye on the clock. When he realized it was five after nine he jumped up and ran up the stairs two at a time. Reaching his room he forgot to shut the door. His bed sat parallel to the wall with the window so he went around and sat down then stared over at his friend's window. Greg's bed was situated where the foot of it faced the window. Just as Greg had promised the blinds were pulled up enough to see everything going on in his bed. Jimmy was repulsed a little when he saw his friend lying there naked stroking his cock. "Yeah, just as I thought you lying shithead," he whispered to himself. Carol heard the cell phone sitting on the coffee table chime. Reaching down she picked it up and looked at the screen. There was a text message from the kid next door. It read: Are you watching? She wasn't sure what it meant but figured it might be important so she stood up and carried the phone with her as she slowly made her way up the carpeted stairs. When she reached the top she noticed that her son's door was open but there wasn't any light coming from his room. Maybe he's in the bathroom she thought, so she figured she'd just sit the phone in his room and he could get the message when he returned. As she rounded the door she saw her son sitting on the far side of the bed staring out the window with his back to her. She was about to ask what he was doing when movement across the way caught her attention. Glancing over at the neighbor's window her heart skipped a beat and her pulse quickened. There was her son's friend lying on the bed stroking one of the hardest cocks she'd seen in a long time. Mesmerized she slowly made her way around the bed and stood near where her son sat. Try as she might she couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene playing out across from them. It had been so long since she'd seen someone's cock so hard and youthful looking. A tingle rippled through her pussy just as the thought that her son was gay raced through her mind. Jimmy had been so caught up in staring across at Greg's room waiting for what had been promised to happen that he was totally unaware that his mother had come into the room. He sat there with his sweats down around his ankles while his hand idly massage his cock through his boxers. He almost shit himself when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Jerking his eyes upward he saw his mom standing there gazing down at him. She had a strange look on her face and his cell phone in her hand. "Mom!" he stammered completely forgetting that he was sitting there in just his boxers and t-shirt. "It's okay baby, I understand," Carol whispered soothingly as she stepped in front of him placing the palm of her free hand gently against the side of his face. "I...I...I'm sorry Mom," Jimmy stuttered frozen in place. "It's okay sweetheart, nothing to be ashamed of," Carol said softly as she squatted down in front of him, placed his cell phone on the floor then cupped his face with both hands. "I'm so embarrassed," he groaned unable to look his mother in the eyes. "Jimmy, look at me." She waited till his eyes met hers before continuing. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's okay if you're gay." He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. A strained laugh erupted from his mouth causing Carol to lower her hands and stare at her son as if he'd gone insane. As she stared at him Jimmy noticed movement over in Greg's room. Someone else had entered. "You think I'm gay Mom?" "Why else would you be watching a guy play with himself?" she asked puzzled. Jimmy stared over the top of his mother's head at the activity taking place in the other bedroom. He felt a stirring in his crotch as his cock began to slowly swell. "I was waiting for that, take a look Mom," he said pointing toward the window. Carol stood and turned to face the other way a sharp gasp pouring out of her mouth as her eyes fell onto the bed across from them. The boy wasn't alone anymore. A woman had entered and was slowly crawling up the boy's legs her wide ass and hairy pussy on full display. Carol watched stunned as the woman straddled the young man, held his stiff cock up and slowly sank her hairy pussy down on the shaft until it was completely engulfed. The woman had her back to them making it impossible to tell who she was but Carol could tell by the way the woman moved it wasn't some young girl. No, this was a woman who was at least middle-aged, someone closer to her own age. A pang of envy coursed through Carol as she watched the woman begin to rapidly bounce up and down on the rock hard shaft that was becoming shiny from their juices. Jimmy's cock strained against his boxers as he leaned over to see past his mom and watched the woman riding his friend. With each downward thrust her ass cheeks jiggled and clenched at the same time. He lost all thought of his mom being in the room as he reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out through the front slit. Slowly he began to stroke himself as the pair across from him picked up the pace. Carol was completely lost, unable to look away even if she had wanted to. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her upper lip and brow, and the unmistakable feel of her cunt getting wet told her all she needed to know. She was turned on. The sight of that lovely hard cock had her wetter than she'd been in a long time. God it had been ages since she felt this horny. Her sex life with Charles was almost non-existent anymore, unless of course you considered once or twice a month a sex life at all. She didn't think that three or four minutes of the old in and out was much to brag about. As she watched she couldn't help but think there was something familiar about the woman, she just couldn't put a handle on what. The answer came when the woman stopped riding and stood up on the bed then turned around and squatted back down taking the young man's cock back into her pussy. "Oh my God! That's..." Carol was too shocked to finish. Jimmy had no problems finishing for her. "Yep, that's Greg's Mom. I guess he wasn't lying after all," he gleefully chirped. "How could she?" Carol stammered, as her knees grew weak then gave out all together. Jimmy had just enough time to grab his mother by the hips and guide her safely down on top of his lap. If he hadn't done that she might have ended up on the floor hurting herself in the process. Once her ass was in his lap he realized he had another problem; she was sitting squarely on his cock trapping its length directly under her crotch. The fact that her son's cock was pressing up against her cunt didn't immediately register on her brain. Nor did the fact that the thin cotton housedress she was wearing did nothing to dampen the heat radiating off her pussy causing Jimmy's already excited manhood to swell even more. All she could do was sit and stare across the way and watch as a mother fucked her own son. "How can she do that with her own son?" Carol asked expecting no answer. "Because she loves him Mom. And also he told me that since his dad split she's been pretty lonely," Jimmy answered anyway. "I guess loneliness can be a powerful motivator, plus that is a pretty nice penis," Carol absently stated then became instantly embarrassed. Turning slightly so she could look behind her at her son she blurted, "God baby I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that." A stab of jealousy trickled through him causing him to blurt out, "Mines bigger." Suddenly Carol was aware of what had been poking her. Until he'd said something she hadn't even been aware that she was sitting in his lap, much less that his cock was pressed snuggly up against her own pussy. Now she was acutely aware of the heat and hardness pressing into her. Jumping to her feet she took one last look out the window. Greg's mom was now laying backwards on her son, his cock smaller than before but still lodged inside her. Rivulets of white creamy cum flowed down his shaft and dribbled over his deflated ball sack. Carol's eyes grew wide as she glanced back down at her son and noticed his exposed cock all thick and hard stretched out between his thighs. She was unable to stifle the gasp that escaped her lips as a spasm shot through her cunt. Two more rippled through her as she ran from her son's room, the image of his magnificent cock burned into the recesses of her mind. Jimmy wasn't a fool; he knew what had just happened. His mom had just had an orgasm while looking at his dick. Pride swelled up inside him as he looked across the way and furiously whacked his meat, the memory of how soft and warm his mother's ass and crotch were fresh in his mind. Less than a minute later there were several large pools of cum soaking into the carpet of his bedroom. The chime of his phone brought him back to earth. Glancing around he found it on the floor almost in a puddle of his spooge where his mom must have dropped it. It had one text message that read: Told you so. When Carol got downstairs her husband asked if she were okay. "Yeah, why?" she asked, fear stabbing at her heart. "No reason really. You just look kind of flush is all," Charles stated then went back to reading. "Where's Penny?" she asked if for no other reason than to change the subject. "She went back to her dorm, said she had to cram for finals," he told her without looking up. Their daughter lived at the dorms of her collage only coming around to get a free meal and do a load of clothes once in a while. "Okay. Well I think I'm gonna turn in honey," Carol said then gave him a peck on his balding head and headed to their downstairs master suite. She heard him say he'd be in shortly, meaning that she'd be sound asleep before he showed up. Shutting the door she stripped out of her clothes and went to take a shower. She felt dirty for some reason. Once under the spray of the warm water her mind drifted off to what she had witnessed. How could a mother have sex with her own son, it was so wrong she told herself. Sure, being lonely could prompt someone to make irrational decisions. But to actually commit incest? As she was pondering this the image of Jimmy's cock sprang to the front of her consciousness. He was right about it being bigger than the neighbor boy's, much bigger. A shiver ran down her spine as her fingers found her aroused clit and began to work it back and forth. Leaning back against the shower wall she pushed her fingers lower until they slipped into the fur-lined crevice of her slick slit. Gently she pushed one then another finger all the way in and began to slowly finger fuck herself. Just like her son it took only a short time before she came. Sexually relieved she melted slowly down the shower wall to sit there stunned that she'd masturbated with thoughts of her son's cock running wildly through her head. She was even more stunned when later that night she woke up with an overpowering urge to creep up to her son's room just to get another glimpse of his gorgeous prick. She settled for her fingers instead then fell into a troubled sleep. Jimmy's sleep wasn't much better than his mother's. Only instead of wondering about how someone could fuck their own kid his thoughts were about what his mom might do. Would she confront Mrs. Norton? Would she say something to dad? Worse yet, would she report it to the police? When he woke the next morning his eyes were puffy and bloodshot from lack of sleep. A shower and fresh clothes didn't brighten his outlook of facing his mom either. Carol sat at the dinning table sipping her coffee when her son came down. She had trouble looking him in the eyes and was quite relieved when he appeared to have the same problem. When he sat down across from her with his own cup the silence that grew between them started to become awkward. "Listen, Jimmy I..." She really wasn't sure what to say. Jimmy fixed that problem. "Mom I'm so sorry. You weren't suppose to see that, I know it was a shock," he blurted out. "Well I did, and to say I was shocked is an understatement." Jimmy's voice relayed his fear. "So now what?" "What do you mean?" Carol asked fixing him with her gaze. "I mean you're not going to do something crazy, like call the cops or something, are you?" "Why would you think I'd do something like that?" "I don't know," answered Jimmy, the distinct ring of uncertainty in his voice. She knew why he was skeptical about what she'd do; she had heard the gossip floating around the neighborhood. Most of the people that lived near them considered her the June Cleaver of the block. A real goody-two-shoes. Just because she was nice to people and loved to bake and act like a housewife caused them to get the wrong impression of her. A smirk appeared on her face as she wondered what they would think if they knew some of the thoughts that ran through her head during the course of a day were. They'd change their opinion of her faster than shit. "Well you don't have to worry sweetie. If Nancy Norton wants to fuck her son who am I to tell her she shouldn't. Actually I'm happy that she's getting some, wish I could say the same." She hadn't meant to say that, but since it was out there she didn't really care if her son knew or not. Jimmy was at a loss for words. He'd never heard his mom use the "F" word before, let alone say something about her sex life. He was starting to see a whole new side of his mother and he found himself liking it. It felt like a door had been opened and he planned on exploring what was on the other side. Sitting back he fixed his eyes on her before talking. "I really am sorry you saw that Mom. I'll tell Greg to keep his blinds pulled from now on." He thought he saw her face cloud over briefly. It was there for only a split second but it was definitely there. "Don't do that honey. He'll know something's wrong if you do. Besides they probably won't do it again anyway," Carol hastily said. "I don't know Mom. Greg is a horn-dog. If his mom is anything like him then I can't promise you won't see them again. Maybe if I had him let me know beforehand, then I could warn you not to come up to my room." Jimmy felt like he'd just set out some bait and wondered if his mom would bite. "Does that mean you plan on watching them again...if you get the chance that is?" Carol felt her pulse quicken as she waited for her son to answer. "Well yeah, unless you don't want me too." "You're too old for me to tell you what to do, besides, I don't think you would listen anyway. I saw the effect it had on you." She couldn't keep the smile from spreading on her full lips when she thought about how hard his cock had gotten while watching. "Come on Mom, you have to admit it was pretty awesome, way better than watching porn flicks." "Wellllll..." Carol said, the smile on her face widening. "Well what?" Jimmy persisted. "Okay, okay, you got me. I will admit that I did get a kinda perverse thrill out of it. But that doesn't mean it was right to be spying on them." "Does that mean if they do it again you want to watch too?" His voice was filled with hope. "Let me think about it," she answered, her mind struggling with the idea of allowing herself to be caught up in something so naughty and dangerous. Standing Jimmy glanced down at her and smiled. He was almost sure she was hooked. "I better get ready for school. I'll let you know what's going on." Walking over to her he bent down and gave her a kiss on the top of her head before bounding out of the room and up the stairs. Carol sat there sipping her coffee her mind in a state of confusion. She knew her son was playing her, she'd seen the look in his eyes when he glanced at her. Was he thinking that if his friend could have sex with his mom then he could do the same? Probably. What was really bothering her was weather or not if she were thinking the same thing. If Nancy could fuck her son then what was stopping her from doing the same to hers. Hell, he'd already caused her to have several orgasms, and that was without even touching her. She felt her pussy contract as the thought of Jimmy's hard young cock sliding into her pussy wormed its way into her brain. Gripping the edges of the table she rode out the wave of euphoria that coursed through her as the mental image of her son's cock slowly faded away. "God help me," she whispered as she stood on shaky legs and headed for her bedroom. Later that night after dinner Jimmy stayed and help his mom clean up the kitchen. When he tried to ask her if she'd made up her mind about watching again she acted like she didn't want to talk about it. She even got upset with him when he wouldn't stop nagging her about it. Deciding it was better to leave her alone he headed off to his room to do some homework praying that he hadn't pushed it too far. After he finished he spent another hour or so texting back and forth with Greg. Growing tired he stripped and climbed into bed only to hear a soft knocking on his door a few minutes later. When he said come in his door opened and he saw his mother standing there dressed in the red cotton nightshirt she sometimes wore around the house in the evening. The light from the hallway filtered through her garment giving him a perfect outline of her shapely legs. He felt his cock twitch as she strode over then sat on the edge of the bed. "I just came up to apologize for snapping at you earlier honey," she said as she reached out and stroked the side of his face. "It's okay Mom, I shouldn't have pushed it," he replied, reaching up and doing the same to the side of her face. "Anyway, I'm not sure it's a good idea for me to be watching stuff like that. It doesn't do me any favors," she half chuckled. "You mean it gets you horny," Jimmy laughed. "Yeah smarty pants, it gets me horny," she couldn't help but laugh. Taking a deep breath Jimmy decided to push his luck. "You could always do what I do." "Such as?" Carol asked, pretty sure she knew the answer already. "Masturbate while you watch," came his answer. "You mean in front of you?" she asked her voice gaining in pitch. "Why not? We'll both be too busy watching the action to notice what the other person is doing. Besides, it'll be dark in here so we couldn't see anything anyway." "Are you saying that you'd be playing with yourself even if I'm in the room?" "I was last time and you didn't seem to mind." "That's because I didn't know you were doing that. And another thing, for me to be playing with myself while my son is sitting next to me would be going way too far." Carol whispered conspiratorially as if someone might hear. "Fair enough, but I can't promise I won't touch myself even if you are here," Jimmy whispered back. "I guess that makes my decision easier doesn't it?" As she stood up her son's hand slid from her face and brushed against her breast grazing the nipple ever so lightly causing it to stiffen instantly. "I understand Mom, but just so you'll know, Greg said they were going to do it again this coming Friday around seven-thirty," he told her, his hand still tingling from where it had touched her breast. After his mom left he lowered his covers and began to stroke himself furiously. When his orgasm hit it was the best he'd ever felt. His chest and stomach were covered with a mass amount of sticky cum. Grabbing his shirt from the floor he wiped himself off then rolled over and fell into a deep restful sleep, a tiny smile etched on his lips. Carol wasn't so lucky. She went downstairs and drug her husband into their bedroom where she practically raped him. Nine minutes later a confused but very happy Charles lay next to her snoring away while she furiously shoved her fingers into her cum filled cunt hunting for that elusive orgasm that would rock her world. Thirty minutes later she lay on her back staring up at the ceiling praying for sleep to come. By the time it did two hours after that she had made up her mind about what she was going to do. The first thought Jimmy had when he woke up was it was Wednesday, only two days to go. He showered then dressed and went down to spend a few minutes with his mom only to find out she was still in her room. His dad was always gone by the time he woke so he had the whole place to himself. The urge to go peek in on his mom grew with the deafening silence but he knew that would be a mistake. Let's not do anything foolish he told himself. He still didn't know if she were going to come up to his room or not on Friday and he sure as hell didn't want to do something that would upset her. He headed off to school, a slight chubby growing in his pants as his brain mulled over the possibilities if she did come to his room. Carol lay on her back listening as her son moved around the house, once even stopping in front of her bedroom door. She prayed he wouldn't come in to say good-bye because she honestly didn't know if she could control herself around him this morning. The disappointing sex with Charles and the lack of getting herself off had only fanned the fires of her lust. If Jimmy came in she was afraid she'd do something she would regret. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she heard the front door close. Slowly she pulled her hand out of her panties and got out of bed. The day dragged for both Carol and Jimmy. That evening Penny came over to do a load of clothes and hang out with the family. For some reason she sensed tension between her mother and brother. Several times she'd caught each of them sneaking a glance at the other when that person wasn't looking. It was odd behavior even for her brother, but she just figured Jimmy had done something to piss mom off. By the time she was ready to leave she doubted the two had said more than two words to each other. She didn't really give a rat's ass what he'd done and by the time she was back in her dorm she'd completely forgotten about it. Carol woke Thursday morning feeling refreshed thanks to the sleeping pill she'd taken before going to bed. She padded barefoot into the kitchen dressed in her cotton nightshirt only to find Jimmy leaning against the counter near the coffee pot. He told her to sit and he'd bring her a cup. When he joined her they talked mainly about his schoolwork and what his plans for the upcoming summer were. Nothing was said about Friday which made Carol happy. What didn't make her happy were the leering glances she caught him shooting her way when he thought she wasn't looking. After he headed out the door she happened to look down and noticed her nipples were stiff and poking through the thin material of her nightshirt. "Well that explains what he was looking at," she whispered, an odd excitement floating through her at the idea of giving her son a cheap thrill. Thursday flew by without a hitch. By Friday morning Carol had almost convinced herself that her son had forgotten about talking her into coming to his room. She had her morning coffee while Jimmy sat there eating breakfast and texting on his phone. He didn't even seem to notice that she was wearing her nightshirt. Maybe something had changed she thought. Maybe tonight's activities had been called off. Jimmy got up and left saying he had to use the bathroom leaving his phone on the table. When it chimed indicating a new text message Carol couldn't resist taking a look. She picked it up and read: Don't forget dude, 7:30. Placing the phone back on the table she stood and walked over to the coffee pot for a refill, a tingle working its way from her gut down to her pussy. The tingle turned into a spark when Jimmy came back in and grabbed his phone then stepped up behind her and planted a tender kiss on her cheek before leaving for school. Turning to watch him go she had to grab the counter to hold herself up. Her nipples were rock hard and she felt the moisture building in her pussy. Friday nights Charles worked late so dinner was usually pizza. By six twenty Carol and Jimmy had both eaten and he'd run off to his room. He hadn't said anything to his mom about coming up. He took a quick shower then went back to his room wearing only his boxers. Carol went into her room and ran a hot bath. Soaking in the tub she must have changed her mind five or six times about going to Jimmy's room. By the time the water started getting cold she still hadn't made up her mind. Stepping out of the tub she toweled off and slipped into another of her nightshirts, one she knew was much shorter than her other ones. Knowing that when she sat down her shirt would ride up quite a bit she debated on wearing panties but decided not to. Butterflies fluttered throughout her as she stepped out of her room then found herself headed for the stairs instead of the family room like she'd planned to do. Slowly she made her way up until she was standing in front of her son's closed bedroom door. With her hand trembling slightly she reached out and turned the knob, silently praying that it would be locked. It wasn't. Her brain screamed that what she was doing was a big mistake as the door swung silently open to reveal her son sitting on the far side of the bed staring across at the neighbor's window. It was lighter in the room than she would have liked but it was dark enough that they shouldn't be seen she reckoned. Closing and locking the door behind her she began to walk around the bed. She felt her son's eyes boring holes into her chest as she continued toward his side of the bed. Jimmy heard the door open and shifted enough to watch his mother step into the room. His cock stiffened slightly when she turned to face him and he saw how her nipples were pushing out the front of her shirt. Placing his hands in his lap to hide his arousal he shifted forward and glanced back across the way. Nothing was happening; Greg's room was empty. "What happened to the show?" Carol inquired, torn between staying or running away. "It's still early Mom," Jimmy replied, noticing the worried look on her face. "So we just sit and wait?" she asked preparing to sit on the bed next to him. "About that Mom. I think you should sit on my lap instead of the bed," Jimmy spoke hastily. Remembering the last time she did that Carol laughed and said, " I don't think that would be a good idea young man." Catching her drift he chuckled then explained that Greg had told him that the last time he could make them out sitting there. But since she had been sitting on his lap then Greg had thought it was just him instead of both of them. Horrified she blurted out, "He saw us watching? Did Nancy see us too?" "No. All he saw was our outline and that was because of the light from the hallway. Remember we had the door open? And don't worry about his mom, she's so nearsighted she couldn't see this far even with her glasses on." "Well then, since the door is closed this time he shouldn't be able to see me sitting next to you." "Do you really want to chance it Mom? I personally don't want him knowing that my Mother was in here perving on them also," he laughed. She didn't want that either. Realizing what he was saying was logical she stepped in front of him and began to slowly lower herself onto his lap. What she wasn't aware of was Jimmy had pulled his semi erect cock out of his boxers; it lay in his lap pointing toward his knees. As she lowered herself her shirt rode higher and higher until it was obvious to her that her pussy would be uncovered and sitting directly on top of her son's cock. Thank God he's wearing his boxers she thought. She felt his hands land on her hips as he guided her down. Jimmy became acutely aware that his mother wasn't wearing panties when he felt her warm soft ass land on his cock; her fur covered outer lips tickling the mushroom shaped head. His cock twitched upward at the wonderful contact of skin on skin. Carol gasped when she realized that his cock was out in the open and pushing upward into the crevice of her slit. She jumped up and spun around to face him. "What the hell Jimmy!" she snapped, her eyes settling onto her son's exposed penis. "I can't leave it in my shorts, it'll get too uncomfortable Mom," he pleaded. "Well I sure as hell can't be sitting on it," she shot back. "It'll be okay Mom," he tried to assure her. "Like hell it..." she started to say before he interrupted her. "Look! They're in the room," he almost shouted pointing toward the window. Carol turned and saw Greg and his mom locked in a tight embrace kissing each other passionately. Greg was being pushed backwards toward the bed by Nancy and when the backs of his knees hit the edge of it his mom broke their embrace and pushed against his chest sending him sprawling onto the bed on his back. Another gasp escaped Carol's lips as she watched Greg's mom sink to her knees and inhale her son's cock down her throat. So transfixed by the sight in front of her it barely registered on her brain that Jimmy had slipped his hands under her shirt onto her hips and was once again guiding her down onto his lap. Jimmy pushed his hands up his mother's shirt until they were on the soft skin of her hips. Gently he tugged her backwards and guided her down onto his lap where once again he felt his cock nestle lengthways into the soft furry folds of her pussy. Once she was settled in his lap he pulled his hands from her hips and snaked them around her until they rested on her tummy. Gazing over her shoulder he watched his friend getting what looked like a first-rate blowjob. Jimmy's cock began to slowly grow harder pushing his mushroom head forward through the crevice of his mom's cunt and getting closer and closer to rubbing up against her clit. "Jimmy...?" Carol softly whispered her eyes glued to the spectacle across the way. "It'll be okay Mom," he whispered soothingly into her ear as his cock continued to thicken and grow. She knew that wasn't true, she could feel her juices already leaking coating her slit and no doubt Jimmy's cock too. An involuntary moan slipped from her lips as the head of her son's cock pushed against her increasingly aroused clitoris. She was also aware that his hands were now higher on her torso pressing upwards under her tits. The rational side of her screamed for her to put and end to this before it got out of hand, but the increasing fire building inside her cunt screamed don't you dare. As the pressure from Jimmy's cock head increased on her aroused clitoris Carol began to gently slide her ass back and forth along the tops of his thighs spreading her cream over the length of her son's thick hard cock. Another moan jumped from her throat when Jimmy's hands rose and cupped each breast in their palms. He couldn't believe what was happening. His joy knew no bounds as he gently kneaded his mother's firm breast while his cock slipped back and forth through the slickness of her heated slit. Each time the head of his cock slid under her clit it twitch upward adding more pressure increasing the pleasure he was feeling. Across the way Nancy Norton released her son's cock from her mouth and climbed onto the bed. Holding his cock up she guided it to her opening and slowly sank until all of it was buried inside her. Throwing her head back she placed her hands flat on his chest and began to bounce rapidly up and down, her ass jiggling each time it slapped against his balls. Carol was lost in lust, no longer able to prevent herself from doing anything other than search for relief. Spreading her legs to either side of her son's she reached down between her thighs until her fingertips were touching the underside of his cock head. Pushing upwards with her fingers she forced his shaft deeper into her folds at the same time increasing the pressure his cock head put on her clit. With wanton abandon she increased her forward and backward slide on her son's cock spreading both her juice and his pre-cum over her engorged clit. A slight disappointment racked her when Jimmy pulled one of his hands from her tits, but was replaced with a heart stopping rapture when she felt him reach down and place his hand over hers then begin to help her push his cock against her clit. Faster and faster she slid along his length the fire in her cunt building until it erupted like a volcano. "Oh shittttttt!!" she hissed through clenched teeth as the most mind blowing orgasm she'd ever had raced through every fiber of her being. Jimmy was on the verge of coming himself but didn't get the chance. When his mother's orgasm hit she squirmed so violently on his lap that she forced his legs apart sending her sliding down until she was sitting on the floor. With her weight off his enraged cock it slapped up forcefully against his abdomen. Carol sat there almost in a catatonic state as her pussy slowly stopped contracting. When she finally felt able to move she rolled between her son's legs until she was on her knees looking up at him. The look on his face was priceless, a mixture of fear and astonishment. Her face was so close to his lap that she could smell her scent wafting off him. It caused her to shudder once more. "That was fucking awesome Mom," Jimmy uttered in a choked voice, awestruck by the raw sexuality his mother had displayed. Staring at the head of his cock she could see a drop of pre-cum leaking out and was overcome with the urge to taste him. Without saying a word she reached out and grasped his shaft in her hands pulling his cock downward until the head of it was pointed at her face. She watched his eyes grow wide as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the swollen head of her son's cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum assaulted her taste buds as she took more and more of his rapidly twitching cock into her mouth. When she started to gag she pulled her mouth back then began to run her tongue around the thickness of his head while her hand stroked his hardened shaft. His moans of pleasure served to fuel her desire to pleasure him. Faster and faster her hand pumped his shaft while her mouth slid up and down the bulbous head of his huge cock. She felt the stirrings of another orgasm building inside her until she heard the sound of someone knocking on the bedroom door. Jimmy couldn't believe that his mom was sucking his dick. He also couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. This whole thing with watching the neighbors had shown him a side of his mother he never dreamed existed. The pleasure racing through him grew and grew until he was sure he was going to explode in her mouth. The sharp rap of knuckles on his door followed by the sound of his dad asking if he was in there caused his sphincter to tighten and his cock to rapidly deflate. Fear clutched his heart in a death grip. "Jimmy, you in there?" Charles asked again, reaching down and turning the knob only to find the door locked. Stunned and scared shitless Jimmy turned his head to the door and shouted in a choked voice, "Yeah." "Why's the door locked?" his dad asked once more rattling the doorknob. "I'm changing Dad," Jimmy managed to squeak out as he felt his mother's mouth clamp down harder on his almost flaccid penis. "Okay. I was just wondering if you knew where your mother was," his dad said. "No, sure don't Dad," Jimmy replied, his voice almost back to normal. "Well thanks anyway, sorry to disturb you," Charles said turning and heading back downstairs. As his father's footsteps faded Jimmy suddenly noticed that his mother was giggling. He glanced down at her and saw she was staring up at him with a huge smile on her face. Before he could say anything she leaned in and kissed his limp dick then struggled to her feet and planted a quick kiss on his lips before walking slowly to the door. When she reached it she turned and winked. "Guess I owe you one," she whispered then left. Jimmy sat there shaking, wondering what would have happened if his mom hadn't locked the door. Glancing out the window he saw Greg pumping into his mother as she knelt on the bed on all fours. Even the sight of her huge pendulous breasts swinging freely under her did nothing to restore the rigidity to his shriveled cock. Before heading downstairs Carol went into Penny's old room and grabbed some of the magazines still lying on the dresser. When she reached the main floor her husband came out of their bedroom and asked where she'd been. Showing him the magazines she told him that she'd got caught up browsing through them in Penny's room. The look on his face told her he'd bought her lie. It also told her that he was interested in more than idle conversation. "You know I like it when you wear that," he said as his eyes roamed up and down her body. "Thanks," she muttered praying he wouldn't notice the tiny trickle of her juice creeping down the inside of her left thigh. "Want to have a repeat of the other night?" he asked, a lecherous grin spreading on his face. "Not tonight dear, I have a splitting headache," she said as she went past him into the bedroom shutting the door behind her. Charles groaned then went into the family room and plopped down on the couch. Grabbing the TV remote he began to search for something to watch. The ringing of the phone interrupted his browsing. Answering it he listened for a minute then asked a few questions before hanging up. Another groan escaped his lips as he went back to surfing through the channels. Carol woke Saturday morning to the sound of her husband opening and closing dresser drawers. Opening her eyes she saw him loading clothes into an open suitcase sitting on the bed. Her first thought was he'd figured out that she had been upstairs doing nasty things with their son last night. Fear clutched at her. She still loved her husband and didn't want to lose him even if he no longer satisfied her sexual needs. "What's going on?" she mumbled, a tremor in her voice. Charles glanced at her and apologized for waking her so early on Saturday. He explained that the office had called and needed him to fly out to Boston to handle a crisis. When he told her he'd be gone for three or four days he saw a look of relief flood her face. "I thought you were leaving me," Carol whispered when she saw the puzzled look on his face. Laughing Charles locked the suitcase and placed it near the door before going over and sitting on the edge of the bed. He kissed her lightly on the lips and reassured her that him leaving her was never going to happen. In the back of his mind he prayed that she didn't suspect he was taking his secretary Marsha with him to Boston. He would have a hard time explaining why he had booked only one room for both of them. Giving her another kiss he stood and headed to the door, a slight chubby rising in his pants. Turning to give her one last wave he saw her throw the covers off and spread her legs invitingly. "Want a quickie before you go?" she whispered in a seductive tone. Charles gazed at the soft tuft of brown curls covering her mound and groaned. The sound of a car's horn broke the spell he was under. "Sorry honey cabs here. Love ya," he said then picked up his suitcase and slipped out the door. Groaning Carol ran a fingertip through her slit and was surprised to feel that she was still wet. Another groan, one of frustration, issued from her lips as she yanked the covers back over herself then turned on her side and went back to sleep. Three hours later she groggily made her way to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. As she waited for it to brew she wondered if Jimmy was up. By the time she poured her second cup she figured that he was either still sleeping or was gone somewhere. She told herself that as soon as he showed up she'd let him know that what had happened last night could never happen again. Not because it was wrong, but because she didn't want their lives ruined because she was sexually starved. Jimmy had woken when the car's horn blew outside. He had no idea why someone would be honking so early in the morning but stopped wondering about it when his bladder told him it needed relieving. As he stood holding his cock in his hand pissing he realized that it was sticky from last nights activity. A smile stretched his lips as he climbed into the shower to rinse off. Leaving his boxers on the floor he padded back into his room and crawled back into bed. Two hours later he woke again but didn't want to go downstairs where he would run into his father, at least not yet anyway. Picking up his phone he shot off a short text to Greg and was surprised when he received one right back. Carol finished her coffee and went to shower before getting ready for the day. When she finished she stepped into her bedroom and instead of getting dressed she threw on a pale pink floor length silk robe. There really wasn't any hurry to get started on the housework she told herself. Going back into the kitchen she treated herself to a third cup of coffee and sat enjoying the peace and quiet. By eleven-thirty she was getting tired of waiting for her son to show up so she could explain things to him. Curiosity got the better of her though so she made her way up the stairs to see if he was even home. Jimmy lay on his bed naked, the blankets kicked to the floor. He placed his phone on the bed next to him because his thumbs were getting sore from texting with Greg. Placing an arm over his eyes he lay there letting his mind drift off. The image of his mom sucking his dick sprang to the front of his brain causing his cock to slowly fill out. Carol reached the top of the stairs and noticed her son's door was open. He must have left already she figured until she rounded the threshold. She let out a soft gasp when she saw him lying out on his bed totally naked. The room was just light enough for her to make out his semi erect cock laying on his abdomen pointing toward his belly button. Wanting him to get up she went around the bed and raised his blinds flooding the room with bright light. Jimmy lifted his arm from his eyes just enough to see who was in his room. His mom had her back to him so he lowered his arm back across his eyes and pretended to be asleep all too aware that she'd have a perfect view of his cock. That thought caused his dick to start to expand even more. Carol blinked at the light then slowly turned around. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes settled on her son's thickening cock. Unable to take her eyes off it she watched it get bigger and bigger as her pussy grew wetter and wetter. "This is so wrong," she whispered, unable and unwilling to stop herself from kneeling on the bed and leaning over enough so she could run the tip of her tongue along the underside of his hard young shaft. Jimmy tried as hard as he could to pretend to be asleep, but when his mother's tongue reached the sensitive head of his cock he couldn't hold back the moan of pleasure that came pouring out of his mouth. Startled Carol sat back on her haunches and stared wide-eyed at her son's face. His eyes were staring back at hers unblinking. "Oh God baby, I don't know what came over me," she exclaimed. Jimmy grabbed his cock by the base and lifted up until it was pointing toward the ceiling. "Please don't stop Mom," he implored her as he reached up and ran his hand softly up and down her upper arm. The look on his face melted her heart. Powerless to deny him she reached out and took hold of his shaft holding him upright as she slowly leaned back down. She heard his breath catch in his throat when her lips curled around the purple knob of his cock. He watched mesmerized as his mother's lips drew closer and closer to his cock. When they finally covered the mushroomed head he felt like he couldn't breathe. For a split second his breath caught in his throat just before he let out a long drawn out sigh. He'd never felt such intense pleasure as he was feeling now. Bunching his pillow under his head he watched amazed as his mother took more and more of his cock into her mouth. Lifting the arm closest to her he began to rub her back while slowly sliding his hand downward until he was rubbing the soft globe of her ass through the silky material of her robe. She felt his hand land on her back and creep lower. When he reached her ass the tips of his fingers slid through the crack between her cheeks sending a shiver up and down her spine. She knew what was going to happen; they'd already gone too far to stop now. Leaning up she undid the tie that held her robe closed and shrugged it off her shoulders. Glancing at him she saw the look of hunger she used to see on his father's face. Before she could inch over and straddle his hips he sat up and pushed her onto her back then slid in along side her. He didn't think it was possible but when she took off her robe his cock grew even harder than it was. His eyes drank in her beauty. With the sunlight coming in from the window behind her it appeared as if her whole being glowed. He stared in awe at the way her firm breasts stood out on her chest, their light brown nipples stiff and pointy as if begging to be sucked. Sitting up he gently pushed her on her back then bent over and clamped his lips around the closest one. He felt her tremble as he worked his mouth from one taut nipple to the other while running his hand down her abdomen until he felt the soft down of her pubic hair. Desperately wanting to please her he began to kiss his way down her body. When he was low enough he reached down and spread her legs then shuffled up and over until he was lying between her thighs, his mouth just inches away from her pussy. The musk pouring off her rose up his nostrils stirring a desire in him like he'd never had before. Placing his hands along her silky smooth hips he lowered his mouth and began to run his tongue over her clit causing her ass to lift up and down on the bed. As her son's mouth closed on her cunt she felt her stomach flutter and her pussy contract. It had been ages since someone had eaten her. For some reason the knowledge that it was her son giving her so much pleasure seemed to enhance the effect his tongue was having on her. With each stroke of his tongue on her tortured clitoris she felt herself heading toward the ultimate orgasm. When it hit she almost passed out from its intensity. "Oh shit! Fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk," she hollered unable to control her bucking. Jimmy couldn't hold on as her ass rose and fell on the bed wildly. Jamming his mouth onto her pussy he rode out her orgasm as best he could while her screams of ecstasy flooded his ears. As her bucking began to subside he glanced up and saw her looking at him through glazed eyes. Rising to his hands and knees he slowly crawled up until he was hovering over her, his hands placed just above her shoulders and the tip of his cock brushing against her sensitive clit. Her eyes stared up at him unblinking as he felt her reach between them and guide his cock to her opening. With a gentle push of his hips the head of his cock sank into her causing both of them to moan aloud, completely unaware of the pair of eyes watching them from the doorway. Penny had arrived with a load of laundry, but when she entered the house the unmistakable sound of a woman screaming out with pleasure caused her eyes to dart toward the top of the stairs. Thinking she could catch her brother getting laid she silently crept up the stairs until she was standing just outside his room, the fact that she hadn't seen her mom never entering her mind. Leaning against the wall she leaned in until she could peek around the doorjamb. Her breath caught in her throat and her mind refused to acknowledge what her eyes were seeing. There on the bed her brother was crawling up her mother his huge cock fully erect. Without even knowing she was doing it her hand slipped under the short skirt she was wearing and began to massage her mound. She had to bite back the whimper that threatened to gush out as the scene before her played out. Jimmy slowly pushed more of his cock into his mother, her heat surrounding him in a cocoon of slick velvety pressure. Slowly he pushed forward until all of his cock slid into the tight channel of her cunt. Lovingly staring at her face he watched her eyes roll back and her mouth open in a silent scream. Carol felt her son's cock push deeper and deeper into her stretched pussy afraid she wouldn't be able to take it all. By the time she felt his balls snuggle against her ass she almost passed out from the sheer joy of being filled so full. Reaching her hands up she cupped his face and gazed into his eyes. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her. "Fuck me baby," she whispered. Jimmy's lust boiled over from her words. He began to take long slow strokes fighting the youthful urge to hammer her cunt mercilessly. The sensations running through him were beyond anything he'd ever felt before. When he felt her legs wrap around him he couldn't control himself. Soon his thrusting became harder until he was pounding into her with enough force they actually bounced up from the mattress a few times. "Yes...yes...yes..." Carol chanted as her son's balls slapped against her upturned ass. "I love you Mom," Jimmy shouted as he desperately tried to hold back the release he felt coming. Carol felt her pussy begin to tighten around her son's throbbing cock as he plowed relentlessly into her depths. The intensity of her approaching orgasm built until it burst like a collapsing dam sending her senses reeling. Reaching her arms around him she pulled his body down on hers and ground her hips upward taking as much of his cock into her as she could. "I'm cumming," she screamed just as she felt her son's cock twitch violently and fill her with his thick hot sperm. "Uuuuggggggghhhhhhhh," Jimmy groaned as he felt his balls empty into his mother's soaked pussy. Penny could hear the squishy sounds coming from her mother's cunt as she watched her brother pump a few more times into her before collapsing. Fearful that they would notice her peering around the corner she turned and fled down the stairs. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she jumped into her car and took off down the street. When their breathing finally returned to normal Jimmy slipped out of Carol with an audible plop and propped himself up against his headboard. Carol turned on her side and rested her head on his chest letting her fingers dance lightly over his abdomen. Neither knew what to say. The chime of an incoming text on his phone suddenly interrupted their thoughts. Looking around they discovered they had been lying on the phone the whole time. Picking it up Jimmy held it so both could read what it said. "Oh shit," they both said as they read: Bravo dude. Mom wants to know when the next show is! Glancing out the window they saw Greg and Nancy Norton sitting at the foot of the bed. Greg had his phone in his hands and Nancy had Greg's limp cock in one of hers while she smeared globs of cum around her drooping huge tits with her other one. The smiles on their faces stretched from ear to ear. Knowing they were caught Carol said, "I guess if we get to watch them then it's only fair we return the favor." "What's fair is fair," Jimmy replied placing his hand on his mother's tit. Carol glanced at Jimmy then took his phone and typed in: soon Penny made it less than a block away before she was forced to pull over, unable to concentrate on the road. Visions of her mother and brother fucking clogged her brain. Reaching down between her thighs she felt how wet her panties were and moaned, the mental image of her brother's big cock fresh in her mind. She'd only moved into her dorm room so she could have sex whenever she wanted. Finding out that she could have gotten it at home all along ticked her off. "If Mom can do it, so can I," she said aloud. A smile formed on her lips as she put the car in gear and made a u-turn, the thought of her brother's big cock sliding in and out of her bald pussy sending shivers of delight up her spine. to be continued.... For pics visit ---->> https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

Title: Nude Dancing # 01: Sis Summary: Teen dances for his sister Natalieand Mom? Keywords: inc,fic Thursday, August 31st 2006, The 'Cock Pit' "It's fucking crazy out there." I looked up to see Philippe standing next to me, his golden, heavily muscled torso glistening with sweat. "You're losing it old man," I told the twenty-two year old hovering above me. "Old man? Fuck you too junior," he laughed. "I'm telling you, they're worse than normal tonight. Don't any of these broads have boyfriends?" "Shit, these broads, as you like to call them, are paying your way through university." "Horny white chicks...can't keep their hands off me," he complained with a wicked grin. "Shit, you weren't complaining when you left with those two chubby forty year olds last night." "Forty my ass," he grunted but then added with a happy twinkle in his eyes, "Bitches couldn't leave King Kong alone. They ate him for breakfast." "You always go after the fat, ugly, old ones don't you? Poor little girls, fall under the influence of the evil, huge cocked black man," I mocked. "Fuck you Bobby," he laughed, "and you better watch out for the girls at table thirty-one." "Thirty-one?" I asked, then quickly looked up at the two monitors mounted in the corner of the dressing room, two monitors that gave us a view of the club floor. Us, meaning the dancers at 'The Cock Pit', Tampa's number one male stripper club. "A wedding stag, five broads out celebrating... they asked for Batman...and little Robin," he laughed just as my eyes settled on five girls I'd known forever. "Jeeeesus," I moaned softly. Looking at me and then up at the monitor, he asked, curiosity clear in his voice, "You know them?" "No...no," I denied as I zeroed in on my sister and her four best friends. "The skinny blond on the left grabbed my butt, mouthy bitch," Phil complained as he stood and touched the screen and pointed to Amanda Jones. "The one in the middle's getting married on Saturday...just wanted to see a big black man before she marries some dork," he added as he pointed to Chrissie Welsh. A bride-to-be sitting between her four best friends. Jacqui Weathers and Trish Samuels flanked Chrissie. My sister was on the far right. "She's hot," I answered absent mindedly, still trying to digest what I was seeing. "Shit, are you blind? It's the willowy, redheaded honey with the great tits on the right that's hot," my fellow dancer said as his finger tapped against the screen and the beautiful girl sitting on the right. MY SISTER! "Yup, yours truly wouldn't mind giving that little white girl a tour of Africa," he boasted, grabbing his cock through the thin, silk pouch that struggled to house his penis. "Introduce her to King Kong here," he laughed. "Fuck, that little thing," I scoffed, desperately trying to control my anger, "she wouldn't even know it was in her." All of us joked among ourselves. We'd laugh about the girls, what they'd said and asked, boast to each other about our conquests. We'd hoot and jeer at each others stories, laughingly question the teller's ability to even get a hard-on. In the dressing room at The Cock Pit no insult was ever out of order. It was okay though. To work as a dancer at the 'Pit' you had to have it and we all knew it. We were the elite, the best, and we all knew we could have our pick of the hundreds and hundreds of women who continually washed through the club. Every night they whispered it in our ears. 'You're sexy' or 'want to come home with me?' or 'you're so big' or a hundred other lines we'd heard a thousand times. They slipped us their telephone numbers as they stuffed five dollar bills in our thongs, copping a feel every time. So there were never any hard feelings between we dancers as we endlessly joshed each other. Still I didn't like the thought of Philippe pumping King Kong into my big sister Natalie. Not one fucking bit! ***** So what the heck was I, Bobby Cooper, an eighteen year old, about to start my senior year of high school in a week, doing dancing naked for hordes of horny broads? How did it ever happen... ...It was Maria Juanita Cabrera's fault. I'm serious! Her dark aureoles and long nipples fault. The fault of the golden thighs that came together in a small, neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic curls that served only to highlight the pink lips that glistened invitingly. Her Cuban hunger for cock. It was happenstance really. What if her raft had never made it to America? Luck? Tuesday, May 8th, 2006, Club Bizarro "It's your birthday? Tonight?" she'd demanded saucily in a Latina accent that made your skin tingle. We'd just watched her dance on the main stage, drooled and punched each others arms as she'd slowly removed her clothes and bared herself for us and the four or five other customers strewn around the smoky club. Then she'd swaggered over to our table, tits jiggling, hoping to find one of us willing to part with some money. Somehow, perhaps because it was late and had been a really slow Tuesday night, we'd been able to talk our way past the doorman who normally ferociously guarded the door. He knew we weren't legal of course, but the lure of the ten bucks my friend Craig dangled and the fake ID's we flashed were just enough to allow our passage inside. Myself and my two best friends. I'd turned eighteen that day. "I'm twenty-one," I answered the girl as I sat up straighter in the chair and pulled my shoulders back. "More like sixteen," she laughed as she undid a button on my shirt and slipped her hand onto the bare skin of my chest. Fuck, I'd still had a lingering hard-on from her dances. "I have a special for birthday boys," she cooed in my ear as she pressed her breast against my arm. She raked her finger nails over my nipples. "Go for it man!" Craig encouraged from across the table. Jimmy was nodding his head like a fool as he stared at the tits just inches from his face. His jaw was opening and closing rhythmically. None of us had ever been in a strip club before. Oh, we'd tried a couple of times. But up to tonight with no success. But we weren't innocents or anything. I mean we all had girlfriends. Shit, we weren't even virgins. Still, this was a little different... I mean I didn't really exactly know what to expect. You hear stories and everything...but... "C'mon birthday boy," she urged as she grabbed my arm and started to pull me up. "Where to?" I stammered, both nervous and excited. "The booths in the back room, for the private lap dances, you dork," Jimmy said loudly as he pointed towards the back of the club with his Budweiser, all of a sudden a goddamn expert. "What's your name baby?" she cooed as she led me. "Bobby...Bobby Cooper," I answered, giving her my real name. "Rrrrroberrrrto," she purred sexily as she squeezed my hand. "You're so cute Roberto, so sexy, so tall...and maybe so beeg," she finished, a question in her voice as she glanced down at my fly. "Very beeg," she answered herself as she ran her palm across the front of my pants. "I like beeeg," she promised. I was in love. I was as hard as a rock. She could call me anything she wanted. It was dark...not pitch black but you couldn't see very far in the murkiness of the back room. There were a series of small private booths that lined the wall, booths that had room only for just one person on a soft, plush, upholstered bench. Each booth was shielded from its neighbor and held a dancing stool just waiting for a naked girl to mount it. For a second, passing an occupied cubicle, I caught a quick glimpse of the back of a naked girl, her body plastered against an unseen man, then Maria pulled me on and led me right to the back, the last and darkest cubicle. "Sit," she ordered, then asked, "First time?" Seeing my quick, nervous nod she asked, "Is it really your birthday?" and then hearing my yes said, "How old are you really." "Eighteen," I answered with a timid grin, not sure if that was the best answer. I definitely didn't want to be kicked out. "I like eighteen year olds...and you're so cute," she whispered, then touched the tip of my nose gently with her finger and mounted the stool she had pushed between my knees. I stared as she slowly shucked her only clothing, a pair of red silk boy shorts. "You're not allowed to touch this," she instructed as she pulled her pussy lips apart and opened her sex. It was maybe four inches from my mouth when she uttered those words. "I'm not?" I croaked, my head involuntarily moving towards her glistening pussy. "Un uh," she said, then she slowly slid her body down mine. She held a nipple against my lips for seconds before I tentatively opened my mouth and flicked out my tongue. She didn't protest as I licked, even encouraged me by cupping the breast and feeding more into my mouth. Then she moved and presented me her other nipple. My hands had somehow slipped to her hips and then moved to grasp her firm bum. "You're a bad boy," she whispered in my ear, then reamed it with a moist, probing tongue. "It's okay to touch your breasts?" I finally stammered. "Only because it's your birthday," she giggled throatily, and then lowered herself so her bum was resting on my thighs, trapping my cock uncomfortably. "Ummm, mucho grande," she complimented as she looked down between our bodies and then adjusted her butt over my now throbbing cock. "Its...its sorta uncomfortable...I have to," I started, wanting to adjust my blood filled shaft. "I'll do it Roberrrto," she purred and I watched silently as her two hands moved down between our bodies and into my lap. Then I watched as she undid the button, watched as she slowly lowered my zipper, then gasped when she slipped her cool fingers into my briefs and pulled me out. "Jesus, Maria!" I cried, squirming under her touch. "Madre mia...he is el grande," she said delightedly as my prick, finally free, sprang upward between our stomachs. She kissed me quickly, then before I could move dipped her head down into my lap. Oh fuck! Okay I had a girlfriend, and I had, technically speaking, made love to her once. In the back seat of her daddy's car. But I'd never felt a wet tongue on my cock. Never had I felt moist, painted lips kiss the end of my penis and then slowly suck it into her mouth. I was in heaven! Shit, I didn't last long. I couldn't. Suddenly I felt the tightening in my balls that was immediately translated into an explosion of cum up my bulging, throbbing cock. She mumbled something as I splashed the first thick strand of cum into her mouth and throat. But it didn't sound like a complaint. One of her small hands went to my tightened sack and slowly worked my balls while her other hand clenched the half of my penis not in her mouth and pumped me, timing her squeezes to match each of my bucking ejaculations. Sweet fucking Jesus! **** "I'm finished at one," Maria finally said, a strand of my cum dangling from the corner of her mouth. "Finished what?" I mumbled almost incoherently, my body still trembling in the aftermath of my ejaculation. "In just fifteen minutes," she said giggling, then kissed me on the lips. Her tongue penetrated me, pushing some of my own seed back into my throat. "Can you drive?" "A car?" I asked like an idiot. "Don't you want your other present?" she asked, then stood up on the bench and brought her sex slowly towards my face. "My present?" "Si Roberto," she said as she spread her pussy wide with her fingers and brought it towards my mouth. "But...you mean you want to...," I stammered, knowing this couldn't be normal even for this club. "Si Robbberrrrrta," she cooed as my nose and mouth and lips were engulfed in her sex. She hovered for seconds on my tongue, then jumped down off the bench and led me back to my table. I was shaking like a leaf. ***** "So, how was it?" Craig demanded before I had my butt in the seat. "Did you touch her tits?" Jimmy asked. I gave them a cock and bull story...how I touched her ass...tried to touch her tits. I didn't mention the blow job. Shit I almost didn't believe it myself. Then I told them she wanted me to take her out for a drink when her shift ended. "Bullshit!" The sound exploded from the mouth of both my friends almost simultaneously. "God she must be a hooker," Craig said after I'd insisted it was true. "Did she say how much?" Jimmy asked just as Maria walked out of the dressing room and sauntered towards our table. "Jesus Bobby," Craig advised, watching Maria's hips sway under the thin, yellow cotton dress she was wearing, "go for it, she's worth every cent she's going to charge you." As it turned out Maria Juanita Cabrera didn't want money, she simply wanted cock. Big hard, teen cock! And she'd decided that mine would be just perfect that night. A birthday boy's big boner. Thank you god. I may not have been a virgin when I entered Maria Juanita Cabrera's apartment that night but I was still an innocent boy. I left the next morning a man. "Fuck me Roberto," she'd urged as she pulled the thin summer dress over her head and then quickly lowered the silk thong that was the only other piece of clothing she wore. She lay back on the bed and watched through smoky eyes as I rushed to get out of my jeans. We'd been in her apartment about ten seconds. Hurry...hurry Roberto," she pled as she spread her knees and exposed her pink insides to me. She was moist and ready when I pushed my thick shaft into her tight, slick furrow. I was in heaven. What could have been embarrassing or difficult for an innocent boy she made easy. She laughed and encouraged and complimented me. Kissed me, led me, welcomed me inside her. Then she started yelling in Spanish. Loud. Then locked her legs around my back as we bounced atop the sheets. Somehow squeezed and tightened her slippery cunt around me every time I bottomed out deep inside her. She laughed, a joyous laugh, when my cock finally jerked and then splattered my thick cream inside her now spasming furnace. "Si, si Roberrrrto," Maia moaned as I continued to splash hot cum inside this beautiful, golden skinned Cuban woman. I finally rolled off, my cock sticky and still half hard as it popped out. Then she really got serious about the sex. I had a teenager's ability to do it again and again and she didn't hesitate to take advantage of all my youthful virility. She encouraged while teaching me, demanding, them whimpering in joy as her body repeatedly pulsed out its orgasmic welcome. She never tired as the hours of darkness fled, turning me this way and that, mounting me, riding me...then let me ride her from behind, my hard cock pounding into her silken sleeve as my hands squeezed and caressed her hanging breasts. ***** "Would you like to go out this Friday?" she asked as I pulled the jeans up my legs. We had woken at six-thirty after maybe one hour of sleep, then made love one last time before we'd showered together. I didn't want to leave but knew I had to get home before mom got home from her night shift at the hospital. "You really want to?" I still hadn't really accepted that this beautiful woman would want to go out with me. "If you can dance," she said with an appraising and insouciant glance. "Of course I can," I answered. "Salsa?" she asked dubiously, then sexually pumped her pelvis towards me. "No problemo," I said grinning. "We'll see," she promised and then gave me instructions on what time and where to meet her Friday night. "And don't wear sneakers Roberto," she warned. I might have been pissed off at her assumption that I couldn't dance but she'd run her fingers across the front of my pants when she'd said it. Besides I was in love. Or at least lust. ***** Sneakers? One thing I can do and that's dance! There's a picture of me at about eight months of age where my big sister, Natalie, twenty months older than me, is holding me up, clearly leading me in a dance. She never stopped. For the next sixteen years I was the person she sought out when she wanted to dance. Oh there were times I'd protest. I can remember when I was about nine years old being laughed at by my buddies when I stupidly told them I was going home to dance with my sister. "Dancing with a girl?" one had sneered as they all laughed. After that I kept my sisters dancing lessons and practice between us only. But it was probably the favorite thing in my world. Whether innocently dancing with Natalie and even sometimes mom in my youth, or later in my teenage years when my hormones had started to explode into action, music and dancing gave me my happiest moments. Did Natalie, or mom for that matter, understand the feelings that her fifteen or sixteen year old brother had started to feel for them? I don't think so. But my teenage dreams had increasingly featured Natalie -- I'd simply never said a thing. And then last September she'd gone away to university, leaving her seventeen year old brother broken hearted...what I'd hoped for hadn't happened...and I'd realized at the time that it probably never would. The weird thing however was that the hours I'd spent dancing with my sister over the years had reaped great dividends later. My buddies who'd once kidded me about my dancing watched jealously when classmate after classmate begged me to dance with them at our first coed parties. I got to tell ya, a fifteen or sixteen year old guy who loves dancing and is pretty good at it becomes pretty popular with his hot little mini skirted classmates. But they weren't my red headed sister! So the prospect of a night of salsa dancing at some 'in' Latino club with the lovely Maria didn't faze me at all. ****** "So you cannnn dance," Miss Cabrera complimented at about eleven-thirty Friday night. "At least for a gringo," she teased, but then added as she pushed her breasts into me, "Almost as good as you make love Roberto." We spent the night in Maria's bed. And most of Saturday. Mom was gone for the weekend for a long planned visit with her sister in Atlanta. Natalie was working at Disneyworld in Orlando for the summer. So I had no reason to go home, no one was checking up on me. "I'm taking you out somewhere tonight," Maria promised as we lay side by side in her bed on Saturday afternoon. "You are? Where?" I asked even as I pulled her willing body on top of mine. "You'll see," she answered as she grasped my shaft and directed its head to her slit. Then thrust her pelvis downward until I was buried in her sticky warmth. ***** "Noooo way," I protested at eleven that night when we turned the corner and I saw the line of women stretched down the block. "Maria!" "C'mon my beautiful Rrrroberrrrto," Maria purred as she pulled me after her. She went right to the head of the line. She of course knew 'Carlos' the doorman. And when some of the women in line protested her being allowed immediately in, she turned and pointing at me announced, "He's one of the dancers." Yeah right, I mumbled to myself as my face reddened. "You are?" one asked. "Why don't you dance for me right out here big boy," an overweight, thirty something year old asked. She and three of her friends had surrounded me as soon as Maria had said I was a dancer. "Please, I'm late...I have to hurry," I squealed as I felt a hand run across the front of my jeans. Another grabbed my butt when I turned to rush after Maria who was holding the door. "I knew they'd like you," Maria said, her eyes sparkling in delight. "They're animals," I complained as we pushed towards the bar. "They want your big prick Roberrrto, you'll get used to them," she said laughing. "I'm not becoming a -" I started. Maria interrupted, "Roberto, I want you to meet Senor Domingo. He owns the club." I watched her as she hugged a short, stocky Latino dressed in a flashy three thousand buck Armani suit. "Juan, this is Roberto...he wants to be a dancer." "Don't they all," he laughed as he took my hand in his. As his huge paw slowly tightened around mine he asked Maria, while staring straight into my eyes, "And what are his qualifications?" "He can dance Juan," she giggled as she rubbed up against him. "He's like sixteen," he answered, still trying to stare me down. Fuck him I thought, maintaining eye contact. "He's beeg Juan, very beeg," my beautiful friend added. "Is he?" Juan Domingo asked as he finally let my aching hand free and broke eye contact. "Can I show him the dressing room...let him meet the guys?" Juan didn't answer, just nodded his head and then turned to greet someone else. But then he turned back and said almost menacingly, "You know we don't fuck around with amateurs here Maria." He smiled when she answered back in her most kittenish voice, "You look great in that suit tonight Juan...so sexxxxxxy." "Get outa here," he ordered with a grin. I was beginning to learn that no one could resist my Maria. "He's just a big softie," she told me as she led me towards the back of the club. The place was a goddamn madhouse! There had to be three hundred crazed women from eighteen to sixty hooting and screaming. Every table and seat was taken. A naked bodybuilder was dancing on a ten foot diameter stage in the middle of the club. He was well endowed! There was another small stage at the back. A tall, thin black guy was swinging his dick in large circles as he danced for an adoring group of ladies. As I looked around the club I saw at least ten other naked guys dancing at tables. "They get twenty bucks a dance," my sexy Latina informed me as I watched. And as Maria and I snaked our way through the club to the door that led to the dancer's dressing room at least twenty, half drunk women groped me. "This is nuts," I protested when we finally burst into the hallway that led to the dressing room. "They like you Rrrrroberrrrrto," she purred in my ear while leading me forward. ***** Half of the ten guys lounging half dressed around the room yelled out greetings to Maria when we entered the room. I watched bemused as she moved from one dancer to the next, exchanging kisses, hugs and greetings. She seemed to know every large cocked guy in town. Finally she turned to me and said, "Hey guys, this is Roberrrrto...my friend, he wants to be a dancer." Jeers of "maybe when he grows up", "what nursery did you find him in", "where's his mommy" etc., etc., greeted Maria's announcement. Then the insults really started. These guys were tough! And then it started to piss me off. I didn't know then that this was just a typical reception for a rookie at the 'Cock Pit'. "Well show us your dick junior," a two hundred and fifty pound, heavily muscled giant finally ordered to the jeers of the boys. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Juan had slipped into the room. "Screw you guys," I said as I turned to go. "Show then Roberto," Maria insisted, planting herself in front of me. "Oh show us Bobbbbbby," one asshole yelled in falsetto. "Fuck you guys," I yelled but didn't move when I felt Maria's fingers at my belt. Just watched the boys as I felt it being undone and my zipper lowered. I was suddenly afraid I'd get a fucking hard-on...that's all I needed. Maria slowly pulled him out. "Well, he's sure got a cock on him," Juan Domingo finally admitted after my penis had been on display for about thirty seconds. "But can he dance?" I heard some muttering from the boys about how it looked pretty small to them but Maria quickly announced that I was the best gringo dancer she'd ever seen. "White boys can't dance," a black guy I learned later was named Philippe muttered. "Do you have a costume kid?" Juan asked. "An act?" "I wasn't planning on doing any act," I protested, talking to the owner with my dick hanging out my fly. "Are there any costumes in the storage closet?" Juan asked the room. "There might be a couple," somebody offered, "I think Buzz's Batman costume was here when they arrested him." "Okay Maria," Juan ordered, "get the kid in costume and we'll put him on at midnight...we'll give the girls a little amateur night action. Get them to rate him. Make it a contest. See if they like Robin," he ended with an evil chuckle. "I'm not going on any stage and stripping for a bunch of --" "Shut up Roberto," Maria ordered as she grabbed my penis and pulled me towards the storage room next door. "Do what mommy says Bobby," were the last words I heard from my new friends. "Bastards," I muttered as I stood next to Maria in a room that was hardly big enough to hold the two of us. A Batman cape and cowl were hanging from a nail on the wall. Maria was trying to pull the t-shirt I wore over my head. "I can't wear this," I finally said as I stood with the cape around my shoulders and the mask over my face. But I also knew that I wanted to go on...that I wanted to have three hundred women see me naked. See my cock. "Lift your foot," Maria ordered and then slipped the red, silk penis sheath up my legs. R...O...B...I...N was spelled out in one and a half inch high letters the length of the cloth. "Christ, it probably hasn't been washed," I said as Maria took my shaft in hand and started to feed it into the soft cloth. "Stop complaining Roberto," Maria said, then slipped to her knees and after freeing my cock from the silk, popped my penis into her mouth. I was halfway there when a knuckle rapped on the door and somebody yelled out, "Hurry up Batman, you're on in three minutes." "We'll have to finish later Robin," Maria giggled as she struggled to stuff my saliva covered cock back into the sheath. "Now put on a good show for momma," she teased as she patted me on the butt. "And remember, you're not supposed to get a hard-on," she added as she pushed me towards the door. Towards three hundred drunk, screaming, lunatics who at a moments notice might turn on me and attack the stage. I was scared shitless. I was a success! I could lie and tell you it was because I put on a great show, that my dancing wowed the ladies. Or that my magnificent prick turned the tables. But honestly I think it was my obvious innocence combined with my still hard and obviously just sucked cock that did it. A blushing, blond teenager with a long, saliva coated prick. They couldn't resist me. At least fifty broads had to have rushed the stage and stuffed bills into the elastic band that held my sheath on after I'd completed my two dances. Stroked my thighs. Touched my bum. Caressed my cock. I liked the feeling. And they were feeding me money! Maria and I counted out two hundred and eleven dollars as we sat laughing in the dressing room. Then, as she was finishing her interrupted blow job, Mr. Domingo burst into the room and offered his hand. "You're hired kid," he announced proudly just as my penis propelled a first string of thick cum down Miss Cabrera's throat. A little later, at the bar, over a Bud, Mr. Domingo and I (with Maria's advice) agreed to a deal. I could only work a couple of days a week for the rest of June, but once school was over I agreed to work at least five nights a week all summer. "I can only work the nights my mom is on overnight shift," I'd explained. "Your mom?" Juan asked dubiously. "She works the overnight shift in the ER at County General," I'd explained. "You live with your mom? How old is this guy anyway Maria?" he'd demanded. ***** ...and that's how come I was sitting in the dressing room at the 'Cock Pit' talking to my friend Philippe about the sexy group of ladies at table thirty-one some seventeen weeks later. I was a veteran of the sex wars by then. And I loved it! Okay, maybe you can argue that dancing naked for a bunch of crazed, horny, half drunk women wasn't the healthiest activity for an eighteen year old boy. But what eighteen year old, sex crazed boy wouldn't enjoy getting paid for showing his penis to ladies who were all too willing to whisper invitations in his ear. I was making over twenty-five hundred a week and so far had gone home with six women, including a forty-two year old lawyer, a thirty something kindergarten teacher and a sweet coed from the local community college. But now, the group that I was about to go out and dance for happened to include my older, and only sister Natalie. A sister who'd almost broken my heart when she'd left for university almost twelve months earlier... Thursday, August 31st 2006, The 'Cock Pit' "So, are you planning on ever working tonight?" Philippe asked, bringing me out of my reverie. "Yeah sure...where's my cowl," I asked, looking again at the monitor that showed my sister and her friends. "And remember," he added as I started towards the door and the club beyond, "If you're planning on fucking one of those sweeties, take the sexy redhead." I wish, I thought as I plunged into the lights and noise that was the 'Cock Pit'. ***** "There's Batman," squealed Chrissie Welsh, the cutest little bride-to-be, when I approached the girls table. I'd always liked her. "Where's Robin?" Jacqui asked as all five girls measured me with their eyes. A minute later, mounted on a stool between Chrissie's legs, with my cape billowing around her, she announced to her friends loudly, "I founnnnnd him." She had. Her fingers had found the string holding up the sheathe and had slowly lowered it down my legs, baring my three quarters hard shaft. "Robin's big...very, very big," she added as her fingers lightly circled me. Christ, I thought, this is shy little Chrissie Welsh, usually the most conservative of the five friends. Okay, I knew she was getting married and all, and I saw and heard stuff like this every night, and the girls were all pretty high, but still, she's grabbing the prick of her maid-of-honors baby brother! "Let us see," Jacqui, the wild, black haired beauty to her left demanded. "Grab that end of his cloak Natalie," she instructed my sister. Instead I simply let the cloak fall and turned towards the left and Amanda and Jacqui. "Jesus," Amanda, the one Philippe had accurately described as the bitchy blond, moaned when she saw my now fully erect penis. I was almost never hard when I danced for clients, instead I had an ability to stay at half mast for dance after dance. It was the only way to survive the grind. Not now though. My cock was throbbing. I slowly spun around, past Jacqui who was licking her lips, past Chrissie, then past short, sexy Trish with the big tits. "Don't look Natalie," I heard Jacqui warn my sister, "after you've seen Robin you'll never want to go out with Charlie again." Who the fuck is Charlie, I suddenly wanted to know as I stopped in front of my sister. Her face was smiling merrily as her eyes watched the python swaying just inches from her mouth. "Charlie's arm isn't as big as Robin," Trish agreed. "You guys are terrible," my sister complained but even she was laughing. I turned back to the bride. I knew if I kept looking at my beautiful sister I might just start cumming. I'd never been as excited in my life. Sperming a client was definitely a no-no at the 'Cock Pit'. I danced three songs for the bride and I must say she certainly took the opportunity to practice her penis handling skills while she had the chance. My guess was that her husband-to-be was going to get a good working over on the honeymoon. Then I was announced as the next to go on stage. The five complained but I promised to return to their table when I was done. "Good," Chrissie said, "I want you to give an extra special dance for my maid-of-honor." "Your maid-of-honor?" I asked, pretending I didn't know which one it was. "It's the horny redhead," Jacqui said laughing. "I am not," Natalie protested grinning. "She's a real cock slut," Trish said. "You're all terrible," my sister complained, but her eyes did keep flicking back hungrily to my still hard cock. A cock slut? This is my sister? "How special?" I asked Chrissie while watching Natalie. "You'll see," Jacqui promised. ***** The girls all moved stageside for my two dances, oohing and aahing throughout. But I knew there was no way I could give Natalie a lap dance. So, when I'd finished my second and last dance I moved to the edge of the stage farthest away from them, naked, tumescent, but then turned back to face them just as I about to slip through the curtain. They were all laughing, cheering, even Amanda who'd never really liked her friend Natalie's little brother. And then without thinking I did it, just one quick flick of my hand and my mask was pushed off my head. The girls around the stage all started screaming, all except for five young coeds, who after a few seconds hesitation, all broke into dumfounded stares as they recognized me. The last thing I saw before I slipped away was Natalie's mouth open wide in astonishment, the question 'BOBBBBY?' clear on her lips. I watched them on the monitor when about three minutes later they trouped out en masse. They had been talking and gesticulating wildly since the second I'd left the stage. And my dear sister Natalie hadn't looked pleased as her friends had bombarded her with questions. ***** I finished at two a.m. that night. Then I was relieved to find the house empty when I got home twenty minutes later. Showered quickly and then slipped naked between my sheets and waited. I'd known she'd eventually come. I was still awake just short of three a.m. when I heard the key in the lock downstairs. Listened as Natalie slowly came up the stairs. Waited when she stopped outside my bedroom door, a door I'd purposely left half open. For seconds she hovered there; I just knew she was staring at me but I said nothing and lay unmoving. She took a few steps away, then returned, then finally hissed, "Are you awake?" I stayed immobile, and again she turned to go, mumbling a warning, "I'll get him tomorrow," as she moved toward her room next door. A minute later I heard the shower running in our shared bathroom, and couldn't help wondering if it wouldn't have been better to have answered her. And then a couple of minutes later I sensed her presence in my room. She'd entered silently on bare feet but peeking I saw her by my bedside, her long red hair still wet, hanging loose, her body barely covered by a virgin white, spaghetti strapped chemise that just covered her thighs. "I know you're awake," she hissed, then after waiting seconds for a response, bent over and as she shook my shoulder ordered angrily, "Bobby...get up!" I groaned, stretched, then slowly opened my eyes and asked with a question in my voice, "Natalie?" "Don't Natalie me," she ordered. "I am not happy with you Bobby," she informed me. "What time is it sis?" I asked sleepily. "It's time you got your rear end kicked. Are you crazy? Dancing naked? Does mommy know? What's happened to you since I left?" The questions tumbled angrily from her mouth but I knew I couldn't back down. Who was it who said the best defense is a good offense? "Me! You go away to college and all of a sudden you're going to strip clubs. Watching and touching naked men? Who's this Charlie they were all talking about?" "Don't change the subject," she ordered as she turned on the bedside lamp. Gawd she was beautiful. Her aureoles were easily seen through the thin white cloth. Her full round breasts stretched taut the soft satin that struggled to contain them. "You're mad at me huh?" I asked shyly as I sat up against the headboard and drank in her beauty through half closed lids. "Of course I am! Why are you...I mean how did you ever..." "It just happened." "It just happened? That's your excuse? It just happened?" "Well it's complicated...a long story," I said, trying to rouse her interest. "I have all night," she announced, then sat down on my bed. "But," I delayed, delighting in the sight of her body. "TALK," she ordered as she settled herself next to me against the headboard. So I told her a story, partly true and partly fabricated. Of course I mentioned Maria Cabrera and her involvement in my introduction to the 'Cock Pit'. "How old was she? She slept with a boy? Seduced him?" she demanded angrily. "It wasn't all her fault, I am eighteen," I answered gallantly. "She's a slut... a prostitute, we should never allow those people into the country," she accused, transferring much of her anger to the lovely Latina. "I did it for mom too, you know she works so hard Natalie," I offered quietly, opening up a new front. "With all the expenses she has and I haven't helped at all...all my friends work jobs," I added, knowing this would hit my sister hard. This had been a long term bone of contention in our family and I'd known Natalie felt as bad about the state of affairs as I did. "I wanted to work, I offered," she protested, "you know she'd never let us work. I did get a scholarship." "I know Nat," I said as I put my arm around her shoulder, "but I thought if I made some money I could send some to you and you wouldn't need as much from mom...and I'd not take any from her...and she wouldn't have to work so hard." "Oh Bobby," she said softly as I pulled her into my body. I feasted on her tits which were now easily seen down her gaping top. I hoped she was feeling too worried about mom to notice how the sheet in my lap was tenting upward. The thing about my sister is that while you might get a little advantage over her from time to time she was far too smart to completely fool for long. "Are you conning me?" she finally asked. "Me?" "Bobby!" "Well...I do sorta like it," I finally admitted with a sheepdog look. "You like women watching you, touching you?" she asked. "I like dancing. In front of a crowd, entertaining them. You taught me." "Hah! You like them looking at your...your thing...your cock." "Uh huh, I like...showing myself," I admitted with a grin. "Do you ever...I mean do you ever go home with any of them?" she asked. "Just once," I lied, figuring that would satisfy her curiosity. "She was a lawyer...from New York...just in town for a couple of days...I know I shouldn't have Natalie...I mean I was going out with Sandy...and I was still seeing Maria," I admitted slowly. "Oh my gawd, you've turned into a pervert. How many girls are you sleeping with? How old was she?" "The lawyer?" Seeing Natalie's nod I went on, "About forty." "That's older than mom. What if she finds out?" "You're sleeping with this Charlie guy," I answered, trying to get her off track. "I'm not going out and dancing naked for three hundred men every night. Or sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry." "You'd be good at it," I said with a little boys grin, using a tone that I'd used for years whenever I'd wanted something from her. "With your dancing ability...your looks...Christ Nat, you'd make a fortune." "Good thought Bobby, send your sister out to become a stripper so your mom doesn't have to work so hard," she said grumpily. But there was a grin in her eyes as she said it and I pulled her even tighter against me. "Don't smile," I teased. "Ha, ha," she grumbled but after a few seconds started to giggle and then asked, "So, when did it get so big anyway?" "What?" I stalled, wanting her to say it. "Your thing...your penis," she finally mumbled. "I don't know...it's always been -" "Bobby, it's not always been," she interrupted. "It was never like that." "It sorta grew. I mean you haven't seen it since I was like five or something," I protested. "We've danced! I've seen you in a bathing suit. Besides you never said anything. Mom never said anything. All my friends...tonight...after we saw...they asked me why I'd never told them." "I don't go around showing people my penis," I said, not thinking. "Except for three hundred women every night," Nat said, almost bouncing on the bed in her anger. I decided to say nothing, instead just took more quick glances at the movement of her breasts under the thin chemise while trying to look contrite. "How big is it anyway?" she finally blurted out. "When its, you know...big." "I don't know...just average I guess." "Yeah right...for a horse," she muttered as her eyes drifted to the top of the sheet that just barely covered my groin. "And why are you shaved?" "You noticed?" I asked innocently. "Bobby," exasperation now clear in her voice, "it was hard not to notice you have no bloody pubic hair." "Well..." "Let me see it," she finally demanded. I nodded okay but didn't move. Slowly her hand went to the top of the sheet, then gently pushed it down across my thighs. I sprang out! "It's hard again...I mean erect," she said as she left her hand resting on my thigh just inches from the base of my shaft. "Uh huh," I agreed, my eyes and thoughts on the top of her nightie which, as she'd bent, had opened again and left her nipples exposed. Surprisingly thick and long pink points that rose majestically from perfectly shaped cones. "I never did get my dance," Nat suddenly said, "you were supposed to come back." "You guys didn't wait. Besides you have Charlie," I said, pretending to dismiss her. "You said you'd come back to the table," she pouted and for just a second I felt a finger graze my manhood. "Okay, I'll give you a dance now," I announced, calling her bluff, and then threw off the sheet completely and jumped out of bed. "Noooo. You can't," she giggled, "you don't have a stool." But I did...and quickly produced it from my cupboard, explaining I'd got it to practice with at home. I placed it in front of the sofa against the wall and with a flick of my head invited her to sit. "I shouldn't," she said even as she moved towards her place. "It's still twenty bucks," I said before she could sit. "What? I'm your sister." "Twenty bucks," I insisted again with my hand now out. "You're terrible! Okay I'll pay you tomorrow," she finally agreed. "But I should at least get two for one. I did teach you to dance." "Alright...for you...two for one," I agreed slowly, "but you have to pay in advance." "That's not fair," she accused. But I knew she was as excited as I, and she quickly rushed from the room promising to be back in seconds. It was a little longer than seconds. In fact I had programmed my ipod and had hooked it up to the speakers by the time she returned. She'd combed her hair...I could smell the perfume she'd daubed on. Her nipples were still hard as she sat on the plush couch. She had no panties on under her diaphanous shift. I could smell her excitement. "You better give me a good dance," she ordered as she reluctantly passed over the twenty. "What's that?" I asked, seeing she had something else in her hand. I watched as she let one end of the cloth tape measure slip from her hand. "Well," she said when she saw my fake grimace, "the girls did want to know ..." I was shy at first. Incredibly excited but shy. A thousand thoughts and emotions and memories rippled through my body. And yet the girl I'd danced with and loved all my life still felt somehow out of my reach. My cock had never been fuller, never harder, never longer. But for that first dance but I didn't really force it, instead just teased, mainly staying out of contact with Natalie. I simply watched her as her eyes followed the thick cobra that I kept moving in a mesmerizing dance just inches from her face. "Let me measure him," she said after my first dance. I brought my rampant shaft towards her, left it so that the thick bulb of its head just touched her chemise and her left breast. I could feel the excited nipple through the thousand nerve ends at the end of my prick, then watched as a drop of pre cum squeezed out and onto the soft satin. "You're too close," she protested as she fumbled with the tape. She held one end of the tape at the base of my shaft, her hand struggling to circle the fat base to hold it there. Then she slowly unwound the tape the length of my penis. There was another thick drop of pre-cum hanging precariously from my tip when her finger finally got there. She wiped it away absent mindedly as she read the number from the tape. "It's too big...they're not supposed to be so," she started. "Bigger than Charlie's?" I asked, and then watched as she brought her sticky finger to her mouth without thinking. I watched as she tasted me for the first time. "Dance like you do for real clients," she urged when the second song started, then put her hands on the back of my legs and softly caressed my calves. "You're so beautiful Nat," I whispered as I edged forward toward her. "I've always wanted you," I added as I brought my straining penis ever closer to her face. "You're just saying that," she protested as her hands slid up the back of my legs until her palms were cupped softly under my ass. "I'd always dream of you...at night...after we'd danced...I'd touch myself," I said as I put my left hand around the base of my cock and then rubbed its steely length up against her cheek. Then I brought my cockhead slowly to her closed lips. "No," she groaned but when she spoke her wet tongue licked another drop of pre cum from me. Her lips were opening just as the song ended! "Okay, now it's your turn," I said as I stepped down. "My turn to what?" Natalie asked softly. "To dance for your little brother. I can't do all the work." "I can't. I've never," she said as she nodded toward the stool. "What happened to the great dancer?" I mocked gently. I saw she was about to protest but then saw the twinkle I knew so well come into her eyes. "Twenty dollars a dance," she said with her hand out. "No discounts," she warned as I walked towards my money on the dresser. "You're an amateur," I laughingly said as I grabbed a hundred from the pile of my earnings and handed it to her. "Five please." "What? Fivvvve?" "To start," I laughed as I sat. She didn't even take her little chemise off that first dance, instead just danced on the stool a good foot from me. But I couldn't help but see the flashes of the red curls growing at the base of her stomach, or not smell the thick sexual aroma that wafted towards me from between her legs. "You're supposed to disrobe," I teased when the song ended. "Just wait," she ordered and when the music started again she quickly slipped the straps from her shoulders. "Too bad you're my sister," I complained as I watched Natalie dance, who, while still keeping her distance, was clearly starting to get into it. I could see the moisture beading in her soft red pubic curls. "C'mon here...closer," I insisted when the third song started. Then I ran my hands up and down the back of her thighs, exerting just enough pressure to urge her forward. "On my lap...sit on my lap," I instructed as her stomach came in contact with my face. "Like this?" she asked as she slid slowly down my body. "I knew you'd be good at this," I mumbled through her breasts as she slowly lowered. "Shutup you," she said with a giggle but moaned out a "Ohhh Bobbby," when for a second I captured a thick nipple between my teeth. I could feel her wet sex as it slithered across my stomach. The song ended just as she trapped my shaft under her bum. Our lips met. We were still kissing when the fourth song started. And then, with my hands under her, supporting her butt, I stood, lifting her up with me. My penis was crammed awkwardly between our two bodies, straining, impatient to be driven home. Natalie tightened her arms around my neck and then locked her legs around my back as I crushed her against me. "Don't! Stop...please Bobby," she groaned. Her pointed breasts seemed to be trying to poke through my chest. Slowly I lifted her butt upwards, letting her stomach, then her hair covered mound, then finally her moist crack feel my penis, feel his urgent, hard need as it scraped past her. Then when I'd finally lifted her high enough, so that now her wetness was against my stomach, my cock sprang free of her and stood arched, ready, just millimeters below her engorged opening. I slowly lowered her until my sticky cockhead was perfectly aligned and just touching her damp hole. Then, as I hungrily devoured her lips with mine, I lowered her so that my round bulb was almost all inside her. She groaned into my mouth as I left her hanging atop me, her vagina's lips spread impossibly wide trying to accommodate me. "Pleassssse," she finally moaned, "please Bobby....more...put it in." I lowered her slowly, felt the head finally slip fully in and felt her pussy close behind the thick ridge and tighten around my shaft. Lowered her another three inches and then stopped. Then I slowly lifted her up and down on the cock that was inside her. Even as her vagina struggled to stretch wide to accept me I could feel the warm, slick lubricant of her female juices coat my invading piston. "Morrrrrrrre," she cried. "More Bobby...please." I dropped her farther, shoving another hard three inches inside her. "It's big...so big," she moaned as she wriggled atop my pole. I walked her, always impaled, to the bed and slowly lowered her to the soft sheets. "Fuck me...hurry...I'm coming Bobby...please, hurrrrrry," she near screamed as I pushed the last thick inches inside her. Then I felt the first spasms of her orgasm as I started to piston my penis into her in long, deep thrusts. She was coming for a second time five minutes later when I felt the tightening that presaged my orgasm. Tried to pull out before my sauce could splash inside my sister's fiery cunt. "No...stay," she cried, tightening her ankles around my back. "I'm cumming...we can't -" "I'm on the pill, I want to feel it," she demanded just as the first explosion of cum rushed up my cock and into my now screaming sister. Her repeated howls of 'fuck me', and 'more', and 'oh yes Bobby', echoed around the room. We did it four more times before the sun started to rise. No gymnastics or crazy stuff. We had no need of oral sex or other foreplay, hell we'd both been building up to this for all our lives. There was no need for either of us to say how good it was, or how much we loved each other. We simply knew. "I've gotta go," Natalie finally whispered as the sun started to stream in through the window. "Mom will be home soon." "Tonight?" "We only have two more nights...I don't want to go back to school Bobby...I could take the term off." "You have to. I'll visit. Every couple of weeks," I promised as we clung to each other in desperation. ***** I woke late the next day; it was almost one in the afternoon when I finally stumbled into the kitchen dressed just in my boxers. Mom and Natalie were drinking coffee in their house coats and didn't look like they'd been up much longer than me. "Morning," I mumbled. "Bobby, go put some clothes on," mom admonished as I bent over to give her a kiss. "You guys are in your nightgowns," I muttered as I kissed Natalie. On the lips. Let her feel my tongue before I retreated and sat down. "Aren't you going to cook me breakfast ma?" "We're in a rush," mom complained but still stood and moved towards the stove. "Bacon and eggs?" "Please mom," I answered as I slipped a hand onto my sister's leg under the table. She let me slip it slowly up her thigh, and then actually spread her legs and let my finger linger for seconds on her slit before she jumped up and said she had to get ready. She and mom were scheduled to go to the wedding practice and dinner that night. Yours truly had to stay at home and wait. They got back fairly late, just before midnight, entering the house giggling and happy. "You're still up," Mom said as she teetered over and gave me a quick kiss. "I had to wait up for my girls," I answered as I pulled them both to me for a quick hug. I could smell the booze on mom's breath. "Have you been drinking?" I asked my normally tea toting mom. "Just a little," mom answered, then gave me a kiss meant for my cheek put which somehow found my lips. Our wet tongues intertwined for seconds before she half collapsed against me. "Did you get mom drunk on purpose?" I accusingly asked Nat as she and I helped our reeling mother up the stairs and into her room. Nat shooed me away when we'd got her to her bed saying she'd undress mom. Within seconds mom was snoring, passed out from the unusual amount she'd drunk. Still, I lingered in the doorway, watched as Natalie stripped mom of her dress, then her bra, then finally her yellow lace panties. Then I feasted on the breasts so much like her daughters, fuller and rounder perhaps, then I let my eyes slip down to the thin blond pubic patch so unlike Natalie's. Saw the pink channel that had borne me. "Bobby," Natalie squealed when she noticed me still lurking, then covered mom with a sheet and rushed toward the door. But I had my sister naked before we were halfway down the hallway. Then simply held her up against the wall and pushed my straining manhood inside her. "You shouldn't have looked at mom," Natalie said even as I stroked deeply upward inside her. But I was still seeing mom in my mind when I started to shoot my creamy cum into my beautiful sister five minutes later. THE END of PART ONE to be continued.... For pics visit ---->> https://bit.ly/2ReHUJI

The Wounded Warrior And The Colleen A Love Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Eleven Sunday Evening When we returned from our walk in the woods, I was more than a little tired and ready to rest. I stripped naked, went to the bathroom, had a good piss, and brushed my teeth. When I looked in the mirror, I saw I needed to brush my long hair. It had been wet from the pool when we went for a walk, it had dried in the woods, and it now was a mess. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. I had never been conceited about my looks. My mother and my sister had constantly told me that I was a beautiful boy and then a handsome man but I had felt that they were just saying that because they loved me. I wasnt as fair skinned as Colleen but my complexion was still Irish fair. I had never had teen-age acne like some guys and my hair had always been dark brown and easily manageable and for years I had worn it long, never parted, just brushed back and almost down on my neck. I had hated the buzz cut the military gave me and maybe thats why I had let it grow in the hospital. While I brushed, I thought of Colleen and her luxuriously-long bronze-red hair, her beyond-beautiful crowning feature, and how she must brush it to keep it that way. I wanted to brush her hair for her but maybe even get her to brush mine. That would be something loving, something wonderfully intimate on a late evening just before bed. I wondered what she would say if I asked her. Back in my room, I put on a pair of exercise shorts, thinking maybe my best buddy would behave if I covered him up. I could easily get naked again when I was ready for sleep. On second thought, maybe I had better keep him covered if Colleen slept with me. It was silly of me but maybe he really could see and that was why he had resumed so often raising his head and looking around for something to get into. I had invited Colleen to my room so I could apologize to her again and maybe sleep with her but I felt perhaps I should not have invited her. I sensed that she had not been completely satisfied with my apology earlier. I thought I saw a simmering anger in her since the incident with Jake and I hoped she didnt bring that in my bedroom. Women are always such enchanting and mysterious creatures and I wanted to understand her and love her and be with her. I wanted her never to get angry with me. I wanted her to smile at me and touch my face with her fingertips again. I folded the bedspread down and plumped the pillows, turned out the lights in the bedroom, and stood looking at the bed for a moment. The room was inviting, cool, almost dark, and I wanted to tell the world to go to hell because I wasnt going to worry about it. Then I heard Michael out in the hallway. Ryan, Colleens about to come in your room and she told me to go do my own thing. I want to talk to you for just a few minutes. Is it OK if I come in too? For a few minutes? I said. Sure, its OK. They walked in, both looked at me standing beside the bed, and their faces lit up in smiles. I looked at a beautiful colleen in a filmy nightgown and panties that were barely there. Michael was a good looking young kid, skinny like me, dressed in the same sort of shorts I was wearing. I told you to go away, little brother, Colleen said, and I detected a touch of anger in her voice. Ryans got the bed ready. Hes defended me again and he wants to take me to bed so I can spread my legs and let him enjoy his prize. Unless you want to watch me get fucked, youre not welcome. I couldnt believe what Id heard. I frowned but, when I looked at her, she was grinning. Damn, her words really hurt. I didnt want to fuck her, not as a prize for defending her. I couldnt believe that she didnt already know me better than that. I had been trying since I arrived to show her what kind of genuinely caring and patient man I am. Was she teasing or did she really mean what she said? Well, are you ready to shove your big best buddy up my poor little pussy? she asked. I didnt want to get in an argument with her. I certainly didnt feel that she owed me anything for defending her. Like the old Greeks supposedly said: Know thyself. Well, I knew myself. I knew that I always cared about all people I knew, even some I didnt know, and I would have defended them from harm if I could. I walked over to her, took both her hands in mine, got down on both knees in front of her, and hung my head. Im sorry, I whispered. Get up, you silly, Im just teasing you. Dont you want to bed me? Teasing me? Maybe I didnt know her well enough yet and I wasnt sure whether her words were teasing or really meant. I looked up at her. I am sorry, Colleen, for whatever Ive done. I didnt know you were teasing. If your anger is directed at me, I am truly sorry. Just tell me why and Ill try to do better. Well, just dont be so delicate, Ryan, she said, and the cutting tone of her words was just too much. That did it. I couldnt cope with her, not now, not tonight. I stood up, moved to the side of the bed, sat down, and hung my head. I tried to get control but I couldnt think of what to do. I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her but I was afraid to try. Above all I didnt what to cause her anger to escalate. I looked up her, saw her face still taught with something, perhaps anger, and then looked at Michael, his face showing as much confusion and consternation as mine. Michael, is this my room? I asked. Yeah, Ryan, its yours, he said. Well, I have an angry colleen in my room and Ill be damned if I know what to do with her. Would you please show her to the door so she can leave? Michael went to the door, made sure it was locked, and stood in front of it. Colleen, damn it, you will apologize to Ryan and do it now! I dont know why youre so angry but hes not the cause. She stood there, looking at me, not seeing the real me, the one that cared deeply about people, especially women and especially her. I wanted to hold her and tell her I loved her but I was not sure it would be welcomed tonight. She walked over in front of me, tilted my head up, took my hands in hers, and looked at me for a moment. I felt tears running down my cheeks and I knew I was about to break. Im sorry, Ryan, she whispered. I didnt mean to hurt you. Im just mad at men, all the bastards who want to treat a woman like property. That god-damned Jake wanted to have me so he could brag about what hed got, just like that little BMW his daddy gave him. Third date, he took my hand and put it on his hard-on. Can you imagine that? Wouldnt let go. I started to rip his dick off. Fuck him. Im not property. Im me and I will never be owned by a shithead like him! I looked up at her and saw tears in her eyes too but she was trying to smile at me. Dont be angry with me, Colleen. Im beginning to know you and maybe I can understand how you feel. Ill never treat you that way. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door and Brians voice calling out. Ryan, is Colleen in there with you? Margaret and I were about to get in bed when I heard her almost yelling. Whats wrong? Michael unlocked the door, opened it, and Brian and Margaret came hurrying in. Brian was wearing exercise short like Michael and me and Margaret had on a little nightgown and panties. His shorts were twisted like hed just pulled them on hurriedly. Whats going on? he asked. Whats wrong with you, Colleen? I wanted to defuse the situation but I didnt know how. I decided to try and maybe it was going to be a kamikaze effort but I wanted to do something. I stood up, wrapped Colleen in my arms, and held her close. Dont, Senator. Dont fuss at Colleen, I said. I love her and I dont blame her for being mad about Jake and about men in general. Women arent property that a man can crow about owning. Jake was a shithead and maybe a stalker but hell never have her. I dont know if shell ever join with me but I dont want her to change. Shes her own person and always will be. I looked at Colleens face and saw tears rolling down her cheeks. God-damned men, she whispered through clenched teeth. Youre all alike. If I marry you, Dad will be expected to walk me down the aisle and give me away. Give me away! Shit. I love him but he doesnt own me and he never will. A man like Jake will never own me, No man will! I am the sea and nobody will ever own me! I dont want to own you, Colleen, I said. Yeah, Ive told you I want you to bend to me, to surrender yourself to me, but Ill bend to you at the same time. Maybe Im crazy but thats what I want us to do. I want us both to bend to each other in love. Well, if thats not a marriage proposal, I dont know what is, Margaret said. No, Margaret, its not, I said. I hope that will come later. Ive been trying to show Colleen what kind of man I am. I want her to get to know me and trust me. Then I want her to come to me maybe some morning when shes had a good nights sleep and somehow show me that she wants to surrender to loving me for the rest of her life. Do we have to stand around here debating this? Brian asked. Ryan, would it be OK if we all get in your bed again? I looked at Colleen and saw a little smile. She nodded at me and I nodded at Brian. I think Ive said enough for tonight. In the words of the bard, Lay on, McDuff. You mean, lead on, McDuff? Michael asked. No, Michael, I said Lead on is an invitation for someone to take the lead and you will follow. Shakespeare said Lay on, McDuff, which means to make a vigorous attack. Think about it. I was punning Brian. Michael shrugged and shook his head. Brian just grinned. Well, before we were interrupted, I was about to spread my legs for Brian, Margaret said. Its OK with me if promises to finish the job in our own bed later. I promise, he said, and grinned at me. Itll be hard but Ill do it. Its got to be hard to do it, I said, and grinned back at him. I get hard just thinking about doing it, Michael said, and grinned even wider. OK, Ryan, you get in the middle of the bed this time, Brian said. Colleen and Margaret, on each side, Michael, youre behind Colleen. Ill be behind Margaret. I want us all to close our eyes and relax. Im going to take Jake to the door, kick his ass, and shut the door. I dont want to hear another word about him tonight. He reached out his hand to an imaginary Jake, led him to the door, pushed him out, and shut the door. The rest of us watched and then we all crawled in the bed. It was king-size and big enough for five when the pairs on each side of me were spooned up. I was flat on my back in the middle. Colleen and Margaret were both lying on their sides facing me with Michael and Brian behind them. I lay there for a while, eyes closed, hands on my waist, and relaxed. Brian broke the peace. Colleen, please show Ryan you do care for him. Remember, we all said wed help him heal if he came here. You may be hurting but youre not the only one. Colleen took a deep breath, let it out, and wiggled up close to me. . She put one hand on my chest and bent her leg over my left leg and that was nice. Then Margaret also put her hand on my chest and her leg over my right one and I was more than a little surprised. One beautiful red-headed Irish colleen on my left was almost too much. Another on the other side was too damned much. I was glad I had covered my best buddy up or he would have been standing up and looking around for something to get into again. Colleen and Margaret very-gently caressed me: my face, forehead, nose, eyes, lips, my chest, pecs, and nipples. I sucked in my stomach when they touched me below my naval but they stopped. I kept my eyes closed so my friend couldnt see and put my hands on my belly, just above my shorts, maybe like a road block to keep somebody from going farther south. When someway tried to nudge my hands out of the way, I resisted, but only a little. Colleen lifted my left arm, draped it around her shoulders, snuggled up closer to left side, and put her head on my shoulder. She and Margaret whispered back and forth for a minute or two, so softly that I caught only an occasional word. I knew they were plotting something but I had no idea what and I didnt care. Then Margaret lifted my right arm, wrapped it around her shoulders, moved against my right side, and put her head on my other shoulder in a mirror image of Colleen. Two hands went exploring again, nipping my little nips, feeling my pectorals, and feeling again after I tightened them. One hand wandered south but stopped at the edge of my shorts. I opened my eyes and looked down. It was Margarets hand. I caught her wrist and stopped her hands descent I looked around. Michael and Brian were spooned up behind the two colleens, raised on elbows, watching and grinning. Michaels hand was cupped under Colleens right breast. The pink areola was exposed and the red berry in the center looked swollen. I looked the other direction. Brians hand was under Margarets filmy nightgown cupped under another rounded breast. I had no idea what they would do next and whether Brian would kill me if I let Margaret go exploring lower. I looked at Brians face again and he winked. Damn! If he didnt care what his wife did, why should I? I moved my hand out of Margarets way. Ryan, lift your hips a little, she said. Colleen and I want to make sure your surgical scars are healing nicely. OK? I heard more snickering from the two guys behind the scenes. OK? Yeah, OK. If they wanted to see my scars, why should I resist. I lifted my hips and watched the two colleens pull my shorts down. I saw the dark hair just above the bulge of my buddy. Thats far enough, I said. Oh, pooh! Colleen said. Yeah! Oh, pooh! Margaret said They both giggled again and gently touched my belly and my scars. I closed my eyes, rested my head on the pillow again and let them play, wanting one of them to move her hand down further, wondering if that was going too far. It wasnt. One hand, I assumed it was Colleens, slid under the waistband of my shorts, down, down, and curved it over my swollen but soft penis. It didnt stay soft long and, good buddy, I was proud of how quickly it got hard. When it stiffened, the hand rearranged it to point to my navel and then withdraw. Then two hands slid in my shorts and, oh, damn, it was just too much. One hand kept going, cupped under my buddys cohorts, and, when I spread my legs, gently lifted them from between my thighs. The other hand covered my buddy and pressed him against my stomach. I opened my eyes and looked around again. Colleen and Margaret were grinning and maybe saying look what Ive got to play with. That was unbelievable enough but Michael and Brian were watching and grinning too. Just where the hell is this going? I asked. Who knows? Margaret said, and wrapped her hand around my penis. Im just helping Colleen tease you a little, not too much, and then Im going to take Brian to bed. I was going to let him pound me through the mattress but now I think Im going to mount his pony and go for a ride. Ryan, Margaret and I have never hidden our bodies from Colleen and Michael, Brian said. We also dont hide the fact that were still sexual human beings and we love each other. Weve talked to them about everything and I do mean everything but, when we make love, its in private in our own bed. Thats what we were going to do before we heard Colleen. I intend to do just that in a few minutes. What you kids do is up to you. Michael, quit poking me with that thing, Colleen said. Whats he poking you with, Colleen? Margaret asked. Is it the same thing Brians poking me with? Well, it cant be the same thing. It must be a different thing. Is it really stiff, I mean, really, really stiff? Yeah, big and stiff like a baseball bat. Ooohh, damn! Sos the one behind me. The hands in my shorts swapped around, one cradled my cohorts and the other wrapped around the shaft of my best buddy. I didnt know whose hand was doing what and I didnt care. Then the hand holding my hard-on started moving back and forth, back and forth. Would somebody please tell me whats going on here and how far its going to go? I pleaded. Ryan, what were you thinking about earlier tonight? Margaret asked. Huh, I dont remember. Whats that got to do with anything? Mom and I are just trying to teach you something, Colleen said. The next time I tease you, youre going to remember what were doing here and youre going to get a hard-0n. You should remember that Irish colleens have teased Irish micks for centuries. I heard more whispering and then a head on my chest nodded in agreement. Colleen and Margaret both lay down on their backs, pulled their scanty panties down their long legs and threw them somewhere. Then they both sat up, stripped off the little nightgowns and threw them after their panties. Next, they scrambled around and ended up on their knees, Margaret between my legs and Brians, Colleen between my legs and Michaels. My eyes flew from one set of beautiful rosy breasts to another, shifted down to look at two pubic mounds crowned by the same amaranthine-colored hair and, back farther, the beginning of a cleft with a little clitoral shaft. Damn, they were almost identical except that Colleen was not quite as hairy as Margaret. I looked at Michael and saw one grinning kid. I looked at Brian and saw one grinning man. I grinned too. I might as well. Three guys in shorts, all with hard-ons poking up was enough to make anybody grin. Colleen and Margaret knelt there, naked as the day they were born, showing us everything. Id seen it before but not as explicitly displayed and not in bed with me. Margaret, I think their shorts have got to go, Colleen said. What do you think? I think thats a fine idea, Margaret said. Lets both do Ryan and then you can do Michael and Ill do Brian. They caught the sides of my shorts and started pulling and I quickly lifted the waistband so my shorts wouldnt catch on the head of my dick. When my shorts were around my thighs, I lifted my legs and Colleen pulled them over my feet and threw them back over her head. Then Colleen stripped Michael, Margaret stripped Brian, and both guys followed my example in protecting their best buddys head. I watched the two colleens looking back and forth at three hard-ons and grinning lasciviously at what they were seeing. Brians hard dick was enough to make a colleen croon. Mine was a little bigger and might make one grunt unless I gave her a good licking first. Michael was certainly his daddys son and looked just like him, at least below the waist. I still had no idea where this was going but as long as Brian didnt object, I wasnt going to stop whatever happened. Now, you guys move closer, Margaret said. Get as close to each other as you can. Were going to show you something. Michael and Brian moved over against my sides. Colleen straddled one of my knees and one of Michaels. Margaret straddled one of Brians and the other one of mine. Margaret and Colleen relaxed backwards until their butts were resting on their feet and, between spread thighs, two closed-lip pink pussies crowned with a bronze-red pubic patch were displayed in all their beauty. They both looked good enough to eat. I wanted to feast on one and it didnt matter which. OK. You guys can look, Margaret said. Look all you want to. Colleen and I are going to look too. You guys like to look at naked women? Well, we like to look at naked men. I like to see a stiff dick when its all hot and heavy and so damned powerful. I like to see your balls when theyre so full and swollen, pumping out all that sperm for me. Dont you forget it. For a minute or so, thats all we did: guys looking at two beautiful colleens, girls looking at three horny micks. I looked down, right and then left and saw Brians and Michaels hands doing the same thing mine was: slowly stroking a hard dick. Mom, do you think we should lend them a hand, Colleen giggled. That looks like hard work and maybe we should help them. I like that idea, Colleen, Margaret giggled back In fact, I have two hands and I think we should use both. With that, the two colleens wrapped their hands around three hard dicks, Margarets around Brians and around mine, Coleen around Michaels, and mine. They shared on mine, Margarets hand on the bottom of my shaft and Colleens on the top. Id never had two women cooperate in jacking me of before and I wondered if that was where we were going. It wasnt. They both stroked three hard dicks for a short while and then Margaret turned loose and leaned back again showing her hidden treasure in all its glory. Colleen leaned back too and three guys eyes moved back and forth. I knew their eyes were doing that because mine were certainly moving from one to the other. Are you ready to go back to our own bedroom, Brian? Margaret asked. Maybe Michael should go to his bedroom too. Lets leave Ryan and Colleen alone. Aaawww, Mom, let me stay for a little longer, Michael protested. I want to talk to Ryan for a minute. Ill go when they chase me off. OK, Michael, Brian said. You can stay but leave when Ryan tells you to. Whatever you kids do, be quiet about it. I dont want to hear anymore raised voices tonight, no moaning or screaming either. Hand in hand, one stiff dick waving around, Margaret and Brian left the bed and went out the door. It was Brians dick, not Margarets but I guessed he would quickly give it to her. Michael moved from behind Colleen and crawled in on the other side of me. Colleen quickly moved up close to me again with her head on my shoulder and her leg over mine. Michael propped up on his elbow first but, when Colleen patted the other side of my shoulders, he wiggled up closer, put his head on my shoulder and one leg over my other leg. I pulled them both closer and closed my eyes and relaxed. For a minute or so, that was all we did, just being close and caring and maybe loving. Colleen told me you think I shouldnt play with you two, especially you, Ryan, because it might hurt me, Michael whispered. What do you mean? Its not going to make me gay. I already know I like women a hell of a lot more than men, for sex, I mean. Michael, I like you and I dont want to hurt you or cause you problems, I whispered back. Its hard to explain. Try me, he said. Look, Ive told you what happened to a friend of mine in Afghanistan. Maybe thats carried over to how I treat you. Come on, Ryan; you can tell me. Im a big boy. OK. Id never had any sort of sex with guys until I met Nick, his name was Nicholas, in Afghanistan. We were a lot alike, both new to combat, scared as hell, and wanting something, anything to cling to for a little affection. We slept together for warmth a few times it got cold in our quarters and some other guys did too and we lay there at night and talked. We started playing with each others dicks and that evolved into masturbating each other and after a while sucking each others dicks. We never went as far as a complete blow job and we didnt fuck each other. Thats not so bad; is it? Michael asked. Thats about what we did. I suppose. Anyway, it was more about having somebody to hold and share a little affection with than sex. Maybe I loved him but it wasnt a sexual love, just loving a good friend who was like another lost soul. What happened to him? Is he the one you said got killed? Yeah. One day we were patrolling an area where the Taliban had been. He and I were standing a few feet apart, looking at each other and talking. My helmet was too tight and rubbing my head wrong and I tried to straighten it. I pushed it up harder than I should have and it fell off. When I reached down to get it, I heard a shot and I immediately flopped on my belly in the dirt. I looked around and saw Nick. He was on his back, with his arms and legs spread and I knew hed been shot. I had to stop for a moment and breathe deeply to get back in control before I told him the rest. He put his fingers over my mouth. Its OK, Ryan, he said. You can stop. Thats enough. No. Ive got to finish it. OK. I crawled over to Nick, looked at him, and I knew he was dead. Hed been shot in the face. The bullet hit him just to the side of his nose. His eyes were open but I knew he couldnt see me. Then I heard another shot and the dirt flew up close to me. A split second later, I heard a shot from of our guys and he yelled, I got him! I got the harum zadeh! Whats that? Son of a bitch. Colleen giggled. Her hand wandered down and cupped under my balls again. She gently lifted then, let them fall, and repeated. I hoped she just didnt start juggling them. Well, whats that got to do with me? Michael, if I had not knocked my helmet off, that first shot might have glanced off my helmet and wed both still be alive. When I bent over to pick it up, maybe Nick got the shot that was meant for me. Somebody I cared for was dead as a result of what I had done. Colleens hand moved up, wrapped around my dick, stroked it a few times, released it, one finger traced up the underside of the shaft to the head, rubbed where the head is tied to the shaft, wrapped around again and stroked. I liked for her to play with my play pretties. Perhaps it was her way of distracting me from my story. I still dont understand what thats got to do with me. Michael, our actions may have unintended consequences we never dreamed of, I said. If theres a god in heaven, why would he nudge me and make me drop my helmet just so Nick could be shot in the face. If thats the sort of god he is, I hope he enjoyed his little joke and didnt laugh too hard at it because hes a sick shit. Why? Why did the bullet meant for me end up killing Nick? Huh? Just tell me that. While Colleens hand was playing down below, Michaels was playing with my chest, pulling on the few strands of hair between my nipples, thumbing my nipples, rubbing around on me from throat to naval. Colleen caught his hand in hers, took it down below, and they shared playing with my toys. I thought for a minute and felt what they were doing and decided Michael was weighing my balls and Colleen was sliding her hand up and down on my dick. I thought of when she had slid her pussy up and down on it and decided maybe Michael and I might enjoy that tonight. She certainly liked it. But, Ryan, sometimes what you do just means you care for somebody, like me and Colleen laying here close to you with our heads on your shoulders. You cant let bad things stop you from living and loving people. Well, just think about it and try to understand what I think and feel, I whispered. OK, he whispered. Are you and Colleen going to play now? Will you please let me stay? Please? Colleen? I whispered and she knew what I was asking. Its OK with me, she said. The poor little guy gets just as horny as the rest of us. Maybe we should have invited Margaret and Brian to stay and play too. Do you think they really wanted to? Michael asked. I dont know, Colleen said. They first met when they were fifteen and theyve never played with anybody since. Thats what Mom says and I believe her. What do you think, Ryan? he asked. Beats me. First time for everything. She surprised the hell out of me tonight, putting her hands on my dick and teasing me. Colleen, why dont you quietly ask her about it? Boy, that would be something, Michael said. Ive fantasized about doing stuff with her for years. And shes fantasized about you, Michael, Colleen said. I know cause she told me. Damn! Well, what are we going to do tonight? he asked. Just mouths and hands? I think thats good, I said. With Colleens help, Ive got something to show you, something we did when you werent with us. I think you might like to try it. What? Colleen asked. I whispered in her ear. Yeah, I liked that, she said. Let me do it with both of you. OK, but first weve got to get your juices flowing, I said. OK? Yeah. I crawled out from between the two of them, moved to the other side of Colleen, and flopped. She signaled she was ready. She rolled on her back, spread her legs, and lifted her knees. Michael, Colleens given us permission to play with her first, I said. Help me get her hot and wanting, OK? He smiled, leaned over, kissed Colleen on the corner or her mouth, pulled back about six inches and looked in her eyes. She caught him behind the head, pulled him down, and opened her mouth to him. I watched then sharing what was definitely not a brother-sister kiss. Then I nudged his head out of the way, leaned over, and she pulled me down to her open mouth and probing tongue. What do you want to do now, Michael? I asked after a moment. Shes got two breasts, he whispered. Lay on, McDuff. Theyre both yours, I whispered. Im heading further South. Well swap when youre ready. I scrambled around on the bed, flopped on my belly between her legs, and lifted and spread them farther. When I looked up at her face, she was grinning. Michael put a hand on one breast and his mouth on another. I lowered my head and started licking my way around. I was no connoisseur of womens pussies. Id seen a few, one intimately for years, a few after that, but Colleens was certainly the most beautiful, hard-on inspiring pussy Id ever seen. She wasnt as hairy as some pictures Id seen, just a small neat little patch of dark red hair on her mound, with almost none further back, just the way I liked them. Her split mound was sort of pink, not dark like some, and the little lips were closed up near her clitoris and slightly parted back further, glistening with moisture already, the most edible or fuckable pussy Id ever seen. I closed my eyes, licked up one thigh and then the other, up one side of her split mound and then the other, and then pointed my tongue and licked her from almost her asshole all the way up to her pubic hair. Under the pressure of a hard tongue, her little lips splayed out to each side. I kept doing it for a while, listening to her faint moans, tasting the strange taste of her juices, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Michael. He jerked his thumb back and grinned. I interpreted that to mean he wanted a turn between Colleens legs. I crawled back up on the bed and paid homage to her beautiful breasts. Both were still glistening from Michaels saliva and her nipples were almost a half-inch long. She put her hand behind my head and held it with my face buried in her left breast. I didnt object. I just gently sucked and licked and I could have done that all day but I wanted Michael in the hot seat or hot position next. I stopped and nudged Michael to stop. OK, Michael, thats a little cunnilingus for an opener. In case you dont understand, thats licking pussy. Now its time for a little fellatio. In case you still dont understand, thats sucking dick. Youre in the middle, on your back. We all shifted positions. Michael was on his back, holding his proud penis in an upright position, Colleen on one side, me on the other. I motioned for Colleen to go first. Its a popsicle, I said. Lick it before you suck it. She grinned and changed positions again, kneeling between Michaels spread legs. Michael and I watched as she licked from his rosy balls, up the shaft, to the red head, again and again, and then took the head in her mouth, and sucked noisily. Again and again. Not bad for an amateur, I bragged. Now let me show you how a real cocksucker does it. The name of that little fellow is Dick and Im going to suck his head off. She moved. I assumed the position; Michael grinned and offered me Dick. I licked his little fellows two cohorts a few times, up the shaft a few more times, and then did my best to decapitate him with my mouth. Michael groaned. I stopped and Michael moved to one side. I flopped on my back and held my offering straight up. I shut my eyes, wondering if it was really impossible to know what sex was doing things to my best buddy and his two friends. It was. At least I assumed it was. I opened my eyes once and saw Colleen and Michael both bent over alternating. I watched for a moment and liked it both ways. Both were good enough at fellatio to please a man. Can we all three do something at the same time? Colleen asked. Colleen, when youre playing at sex, youre limited only by your imagination. I know one I think you should like. Maybe Michael will too. Michael was leaned against the headboard of the bed, legs spread with Colleen kneeling between them. I was on my back, head between her spread thighs, calves hanging off the foot of the bed. Michael got his dick sucked again, Colleen did the sucking and got her pussy licked, and I, poor me, all I got was a smothering pussy over my mouth and nose and my own hand stroking my poor little dick. That is until Michael and I changed positions. Then I was the suckee, Colleen the sucker and at the same time the lickee, and Michael was almost asphyxiated by a juicy pussy over his face. Damn, I was hot in more ways than one. OK, its free play time, I said. Everybody do what you want too. I cant describe what happened next but we had three good imaginations and we came up with some more good variations all of which involved either a dick or a pussy or both at the same time. I was almost ready to end the nights play with some gooood ol self-abuse when I remembered that there was something dangerous that I wanted Michael to experience. And, of course, I wanted to experience it too. Michael, on your back, I whispered. Colleens going to show you something thats dangerous. If you move your pelvis or she makes a stroke at the wrong angle, youre going to have your dick buried to the balls in your sisters pussy. You must be absolutely still. OK? He grinned and nodded. Colleen assumed the position, straddling his midsection, his dick pressed down against his stomach by the wet lips of her pussy. I watched as she did her part perfectly, up until the red head of his dick almost disappeared under her red bush, back as she slid in reverse and covered up his balls, and then repeat and repeat. Now, he really grinned. I knew, if it was done correctly, that a man or a woman either might have an orgasm without a dick in a pussy. She stopped, I flopped, and she straddled me and sat there sliding back and forth on my full-to-bursting penis. When she groaned, I groaned back in sympathy. She stopped and collapsed between me and Michael. Theres another way to do that little teaser, I said. Its even more dangerous because theres not a man in the world who wouldnt want to shove his dick home. Show me, Michael said. I showed him. I knelt between Colleens legs, caught them behind the knees, and bent her in half. That levered her pussy up until it was at the same angle as my dick. I lowered my hips until the shaft was pressed against her wet pussy and began to slide back and forth. I knew just one inch further when I stroked back and the head would be caught in her vagina and Id shove the rest in until my balls were on her ass cheeks. I wanted to do it. Damn, I wanted to do it so bad but I somehow resisted. I sawed back and forth for a few seconds and then let go of her legs. Michael, you shouldnt try that, I whispered. I was about ready to pull back, bend my hips, and shove seven inches of hard dick in her little pussy. Its damned dangerous. Yeah, but it sure looks like fun, he said. What now, McDuff? Colleen whispered. Now was three hot horny individuals, all on their backs in a row on the bed, all with knees raised and spread, and a hand or two belaboring our own thing, grunting and straining to see how could come first. The next morning, the three of us were still in bed, naked, sheet tangled around our legs, spooned up, me behind Colleen, her behind Michael, when I began to rouse. I heard a tiny squeak from the door, somebody whispering, and then a faint click when the door was closed. I wondered if we should have asked then to stay and play. Then I relaxed again and tried to decide whether to get up and go piss or go back to sleep. TO BE CONTINUED: `18

The Wounded Warrior And The Colleen A Love Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Ten Another Sunday Sunday morning, we had breakfast together again, the five of us. I helped by slicing and warming more ham to go with Colleens biscuits, Michael put a jug of orange juice on the table and made coffee, and Margaret put dishes and other things on the table. The Senator, Brian, maybe Dad, - I was going to have trouble calling him that - anyway, he sat at the table and watched us. He certainly didnt look the part of a Senator now. Except for Margaret, he was dressed the same as the rest of us: loose exercise shorts, a t-shirt, and white socks. He was unshaven and his hair was mussed. This time it was Margaret who had on a shorty nightgown with white panties underneath. Her nightgown parted a little and I saw a few strands of bronze-red hair creeping out the gusset of her panties. Maybe she didnt shave around her pussy or use a depilatory like Colleen. Perhaps the Senator liked it like that. I also saw a panty liner and I assumed that the Senator had done something the night before to make her pussy drool. She caught me looking down there and stuck her tongue out at me. I chomped my teeth like I was going to bite it and she smiled at me. The Senator saw us, shook his head, and smiled. Since Colleen was nineteen, Margaret had to be around forty but she was still a damned sexy gorgeous older colleen. Breakfast over, the Senator pushed back from the table and stretched out his legs. Ryan, we go to church once in a while. Will you go with us? Yes. Colleen told me why you go. Ill go if Colleen and Michael will help me get dressed. The Senator looked at Colleen and she nodded. I might even give him a quick shower, she said, smiling at me. Itll be hard, Michael whispered. Not when I get through with him, Colleen whispered. The Senator just raised his eyebrows. Margaret shook her head and looked exasperated at our usual repartee. Dad, people are going to ask about him, Colleen said. I think we should all give more or less the same answer; dont you? Youre right. It should be short and simple. Lets just say hes a wounded warrior I met in the VA hospital, hes staying for us for a while, and hes going to help me in my local office. Does that about cover it? Margaret had a suggestion. Ryan, Ive seen you walking without assistance but I think you should use your cane when we go. I frowned. I didnt think Id need it. You might keep your right hand on it and maybe lean into it with both hands, she said. Pretend your leg is still troublesome. That will keep you from shaking so many hands. Damn, Im going to get me a cane too, the Senator said. Colleen helped me, in a way I had not really expected. We held hands and went upstairs to my bedroom and undressed. Perhaps I should say, we strip-teased each other. She held on to my hand and took her socks off. I held her hand and did the same. We both pulled our t-shirts over our head at the same time. We both caught our exercise shorts at the sides and slowly lowered them. I was commando, letting it all hang loose as usual. Colleen was still wearing little lacy white panties with red pubic hair showing through. She fastened her eyes on my best buddy and his dangling cohorts and then stood there smiling. I fastened my eyes on her beautiful perfect breasts. The rosy nipples looked hard and protruding. Perhaps she was waiting to see if my buddy liked what I saw and was going to respond. He did. He slowly woke up, swelled, lifted his head, swelled more, lifted up slowly, took off his cap, and really looked at her. She stuck out her tongue at him or maybe me or maybe both of us. I just shrugged because I wasnt responsible for how he acted. After months of little or no interest in the hospital, it was just so damned good to see him lift his head and look around for something to get into. I looked at her and waited. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly, oh, so slowly, pulled them down. I saw a panty liner, not a sanitary napkin, and that told me her period was about over. She looked at the panty liner, separated it from her panties, and held it out toward me. It was clean and white and that told me she was through for another month. In the bathroom, I watched as she twisted and turned her long amaranthine hair and then tucked it into a shower cap. I watched every movement and, of course, my best buddy observed too and liked what he saw. He even nodded his head a few times for her appreciation. Colleen kept her eyes fastened on him and smiled at his behavior. We dont have time for a good fuck, Ryan, she said. Would you let me do something for you, maybe a hand-job, maybe something more? Yes. Will you let me do something for you? No, not now. I was thinking of maybe something later. Tonight would you play with me? I could be talked into that. I got more than a hand job. She adjusted the shower water to a good temperature and I looked first at her gorgeous ass and then at her wet breasts when she turned around. While I watched, she neatly folded a towel, placed it on the shower floor, and then knelt on it. She put her hands on my ass cheeks and pulled me where she wanted me, which was with my dick in front of her face. Then she cradled my balls in her left hand, wrapped her right hand around my dick, and held it down horizontally. She looked up at me, smiled devilishly, and then kissed it right on its shiny head and then, damn, took it in her mouth. I put my hands on her shoulders, closed my eyes, and let her do whatever she wanted to. Why are you doing this, Colleen? I whispered. Because I want to, dummy, she whispered back Im going to give you something to think about when youre in church. I didnt say anything after that. With mouth sucking on the head, hand moving up and down on the shaft, I didnt last long. When I felt the first hint of an orgasm, I groaned to her that I was about to come. She grunted but she didnt stop. With her mouth still trying to suck my buddys head off and her squeezing hand flying up and down, I came seconds later and damned if she didnt keep her mouth on the head while I squirted my balls dry in her mouth. I suppose it all came out of my seminal vesicles but it seemed to drain my balls. She looked up at me with clenched lips and raised her eyebrows. I didnt believe shed swallow it. I was wrong. I nodded and, with her head tilted up, she swallowed again and again, opened her empty mouth, and stuck her tongue out at me. My legs almost gave out under me. She stood up, pulled me closer, and kissed me or maybe I should say she tongue raped me. She hadnt swallowed everything and I tasted my own semen. I let her have her way for a while and then joined the fencing duel. My every tongue riposte was met with one from her. I dont know who won. Maybe we just called a truce. OK, you pass, she said. One of my friends says if a guy kisses you after a blowjob hes a keeper. Just dont expect it that often. I didnt expect it at all, Colleen, but I thank you for it. Now maybe church will be bearable. When I pulled back the shower door, Michael was there, sitting on the commode. He was naked, shorts around his ankles, hand around his still-stiff dick, white semen drooling down his chest, and a devilish grim on his face. He had seen the whole show through the clear shower door. I pulled him up, Colleen pushed him in the shower, and I closed the shower door. In my bedroom, Michael had already done his part. He had remade my bed and on it laid out my clothing: the dark gray suit, white shirt, black socks and shoes. I sat down in a chair, weak-kneed and still recovering from something Id only dreamed about while a naked Colleen considered which of a bunch of ties would look best with the suit. In a minute, Michael came back in my bedroom, still naked, drying his hair. I was dressed by a naked colleen and her little brother, also naked, and they were as nonchalant about it as possible. Colleen held some little blue briefs stretched for me to step into them and then even adjusted my package for me. Michael held a dress shirt for me, helped me into it, and buttoned it. Colleen held my pants and slid them up my legs, then pushed me back on the bed, and both of them put black socks and shoes on my feet. I pretended I was used to being dressed by a naked nineteen-year old Irish nymph and her fifteen year-old naked little brother. Colleen arranged a hanky which matched my tie in my coat chest pocket. Michael even did a professional job of tying my tie. I didnt let him know I couldnt have done it as quickly and correctly. Finished, they both stood looking at me. What do you think, Colleen? Michael asked. Hell do, she said. Ryan, go show your sorry ass to Mom and Dad. She pushed me toward the door and I was escorted down the hallway by a naked brother and sister and dumped in front of their parents bedroom. Knock before you go in, Michael whispered. Mom might be doing for Dad what Colleen did for you in the shower. They left me standing and the two of them ran down the hallway to their own bedrooms, holding hands and giggling. The parental pair approved my attire. Margaret wasnt doing what Colleen did. She and the Senator were in their underwear, he in boxer, not briefs, hanging loose, and she in white panties, red pubic hair showing through. They seemed unconcerned that I was in their bedroom watching as they donned their church clothes. Margaret even came to me to get her dress zipped in back. Church wasnt quite the ordeal I expected it to be. Everybody there, it seemed, had to shake the Senators hand and hug Margaret, at least all the women did. They couldnt shake mine or hug me because I kept my right hand on my cane and leaned into it. Colleen was beside me when we stood and I put my left arm behind her with my hand on her shoulder when we walked. I made sure to fake difficulty in walking. I sat between the Senator and Colleen and Michael sat on the other side of her. Colleen sneaked her hand down between us and knocked against my thigh. I took her hand in mine and we held hands for a while. When the parishioners stood to sing, the Senator put his hand on my shoulder and pressed down, signaling that I should just sit. I closed my eyes and thought about what Colleen had done for me in the shower. Before we left the bathroom, she had told me that shed never done that before, never swallowed a guys semen, and she did it for me because she wanted to, not because I wanted it. What does that mean? Does it mean shes beginning to love me? Damn, I hoped that was the reason. Church wasnt really an ordeal but it was totally meaningless to me and really weird in some of the rituals. What little religion I had grown up with had been stripped away by what happened to my family and to me. Still, the people I talked with before and after the ceremony seemed like wonderful caring people. Colleen stood with me through it all and clung to my arm especially when the cute teenage girls were sniffing around me. I felt like a juicy morsel and they were hungry for something to eat. Sunday lunch was at a fancy seafood place where the entree could be ordered in small, medium, and large portions but the prices were all in large proportions. Margaret recommended the seafood gumbo so we all had a cup. It was delicious. I had a large tuna fish steak with scalloped potatoes and asparagus. We had dessert: chocolate something with a cup of coffee, and after that I was very comfortably stuffed. Maybe the church ordeal was worth it. As we were leaving, the Senator and Margaret stopped to talk to people. Colleen and Michael and I walked out into the parking lot where both cars were. Colleen had insisted we go in her little red car so the Senator could stay and take his time and meet and greet voters. I was holding her hand as we approached her car when she stopped suddenly. I looked where she was staring. There was a young guy leaning against the side of her car. He wasnt smiling and neither was she. That told me all I needed to know. He was probably one of her rejects. He was a nice looking young man, blond, fair skinned, but he looked soft, like he didnt exercise or play sports much. I knew he hadnt been in church or the restaurant with us. He had on sneakers, shorts, and a knit shirt and he would have been out of place in the well-dressed crowd. Well, the cunt has found herself another cock to tease, the guy said. Hes a pretty boy, Colleen, looks like a male model, probably queer. Where did you find him? Fuck off, Jake; I told you to get lost, Colleen said in a very unfriendly voice. His words made me angry but I decided not to show it. I walked toward Jake, smiled broadly, and extended my right hand for a shake. Hello, Jake, I said. Im Ryan MacEwen and Im glad to meet you. I assume you know Colleen. Is she a friend? The idiot reflexively took my hand and we shook hands for a moment. I knew holding his hand would take care of the only weapon he had, his fist, and I had no intention in getting into a slugfest with him. Then, without letting go, I invaded his space and backed him up between the cars to the bushes in the landscaped area around the parking lot. I looked around and saw Michael and Colleen. They hadnt moved from the spot where she stopped. I wanted my back to them so they couldnt see what I did. Jake, you should apologize to Colleen, I whispered. What you said was very nasty and totally uncalled for. Fuck you, queer, he growled. Id heard enough. With all my strength, I squeezed his hand until his face showed pain. Damn! he said. Dont do that! I said, Theres a bug on your nose, and then reached up with my left hand and pinched and twisted his nose as hard as I could. He pulled his head back. Shit! Dont, he managed to say and I saw tears in his eyes. Turn loose of my hand. I didnt turn loose of his hand. I said, Now its on your throat. With my left hand, I thumped the side of his throat at the bulge of his larynx, just my index finger, thumping as hard as I could. He choked, tried to speak, couldnt, and tried to back up. I used the heel of my left hand to bump his forehead, hard. Now its on your forehead. His head snapped back and he staggered. I reached around and tried to twist his right ear off. Your ear. Finally I squeezed his hand again in a strong grip. He cried out, almost piteously, Shit, dont! Again, he tried to back up but he was penned in, cars on each side, a prickly bush behind, and he had nowhere to go except through me. I reached down to his crotch with my left hand, grabbed his balls, and gave them a strong squeeze. He squawked and tried again to get away. Why, youve got balls, Jake, I whispered. Im surprised. Dont, he whined. Leave me alone. I kept my right hand around his right hand and squeezed it again, not so hard this time. At the same time, I kept my left hand loosely around his package, just tight enough to threaten his family jewels, ready to squeeze again if necessary. Jake, do you hear me? I whispered as calmly as I could. You should apologize. Im going to tell you who youre messing with. I pressed forward a little more so my body was against his. He tried to step back but couldnt because of the bush behind him. At the same time, I squeezed his hand again. After months of strength exercises at the hospital, I knew my hand was stronger than it had ever been. He grimaced and tried to pull away. I didnt let him. I squeezed his balls again. He grimaced again and backed up into the bush a little. Jake, I was a Green Beret in the Army and they trained me to kill with my bare hands. Do you want me to kill you? He shook his head no and I saw fear in his eyes, just what I wanted to provoke. Jake, Im going to tell you what I did in Afghanistan, I whispered, again, as calmly as possible. Eight of us guys guided a drone strike which blew up a Taliban compound. We killed the survivors. I shot two of them in the head to put them out of their misery. Do you want to hear what I did to the last survivor? He shook his head no but I told him anyway. I cut his dick off and stomped it down in the mud while he watched, I said. Then I cut his balls off and shoved them down his throat. Eight of us watched him choke to death. Do you want me to do you like that? I will! He shook his head no again. If you apologize to Colleen, I wont, I said. Do you think you can? He shook his head yes. I finally turned loose of his hand and backed up from between the two cars. Jake followed, watching me apprehensively. I put my arm behind his back, my hand on his shoulder, and pushed him toward Colleen and Michael. When we were a few feet away, I bumped his back with my arm and he did what he had to do. Im sorry, Colleen, he said, barely loud enough for them to hear. Louder! I ordered. He started again. Im sorry, Colleen. I was wrong to speak to you like that. I was jealous and I acted like a total shit. I apologize. Will you forgive me? She shook her head no. Jakes not going to bother you anymore, Colleen, I said. I think he might never speak to you again. Is that right, Jake? Yeah! I wont bother her anymore. He turned toward me and I was surprised at what he said. Maybe he wasnt a total shit after all. I want to apologize to you too, Ryan, he said. I was wrong about you and I just want you to know I respect you. I extended my hand. He looked at me warily, stared into my eyes, and took my hand. We shook, man to man, and I smiled at him. He tried to smile back and barely managed. Well, Im sure youve got to be somewhere, Jake, and so do we, I said. Why dont you run along? He turned and walked away, stopped once and looked back for a moment, tried to smile again, turned and slowly left us. Damn, Ryan, Michael said. What did you do to him? Nothing, Michael. We just had a little talk; thats all. Come on, Ryan, he said. What did you say to him? I made him an offer he couldnt refuse, Michael. I told him Id let him live if he apologized for what he said. I had his balls in my left hand and he didnt like it when I squeezed them. Why were you doing stuff to his face? he asked. I held one finger to my lips and pointed in the direction Jake had gone. He walked into the row of cars, ducked down, and I assumed he had got in his car. Colleen, Michael, do you know what sort of car Jake drives? I asked. I dont, Michael said. I do, Colleen said. Its a little black BMW. Why do you want to know? Just wait, I said. I watched until I saw red taillights bloom and a black car back up. I knew he had to drive toward us in order to leave the restaurant parking lot. The car came toward us and then turned to one side and disappeared. Colleen, was that him? I think so. It looked like his car. I couldnt see inside because of the glare. Well, you and I and Michael have got to talk, I said. When we get home, lets take a few minutes to have a pit stop and get comfortable and then get together in my room. I want to rest for an hour or so. At home, I undressed and put on the minimum casual stuff, just shorts and socks, had a long leisurely pit stop, and then went back in my room. Michael was there, already dressed like me, in socks, shorts, and no t-shirt. He was taking the clothes Id worn to church off the bed and hanging them up in the closet. Ryan, youve got to tell me what you did to Jake, he said. I saw your hand at his face. You were hurting him; werent you? Dont be silly, Michael, I said. There were bugs all over, maybe coming from that bush behind him. I was just brushing them away. Aw, come on, tell me. OK. Shake my hand. I extended my hand and he looked at me warily but he took it. I shook and then squeezed, just hard enough to hurt him a little. He grimaced and pulled his hand away. What did you do that for? Michael, after months of exercises, my hands are really strong, much stronger than most guys. Jakes hands were clenched into fists when he cussed me and Colleen. I didnt want to get into a slugfest with him so I shook his hand and then held it and squeezed, much harder than I squeezed yours. I wasnt trying to show off. I was immobilizing the only weapon he had, his fist. Then I invaded his space with my body against his and twisted his nose, thumped his larynx, bumped his forehead, and unscrewed his ear. I really hurt him and he couldnt think how to retaliate. Then I told him what I did in Hell Man Province and how I killed the last survivor by cutting off his dick and stomping it down in the mud and then cutting off his balls and stuffing them down his throat. I scared the hell out of Jake. Thats all I did. Well, youve got to teach me how to do stuff like that, he pleaded. Youll have to ask your father. I will. Lets set up Alexander. I want to record our conversation and then, if we have time for a nap, Id like to listen to music. It usually helps me to relax. Will you help me? He was more than willing to help me. He wanted to do it so I told him what I wanted and he arranged everything. I awakened Alexander, told him to record the conversation he was about to hear, and to play Mendelsohns Midsummer Night Dream when I asked for music. Michael, lets get in bed and wait for Colleen, I said. We need to talk about Jake. He crawled in first and waited for me. I crawled in, put my head on one pillow, stuffed another behind my knees, and relaxed completely. He turned on his side, head propped on hand, and looked at me. Why didnt you fight him? he asked. I did, Michael. I just did it on my terms, not on his. Its stupid to get in a slugfest with a guy where you stand there and try to hit each other with your fists. Thats for idiots. If you have to, you fight with your brain. Thats your best weapon. Thats what I did. Well, I still think you scared the shit out of him. Maybe I did. Now be quiet and let me think for a while. Something is puzzling me and I think there may be a problem involving Colleen. I lay there thinking of the two incidents, so close together, in which I had defended Colleen. Something didnt seem right to me and I wondered if the two were connected. I still had the picture of the groper so it might be possible to identify him. Could he have known who we were and where we were? Why did he grope Colleen with me just a few feet away? Could he have groped her to provoke me? Then I wondered how Jake had known where we were. The way he was dressed told me he wasnt at Sunday church or at the expensive restaurant. How did he happen to be waiting for us near Colleens car in the parking lot? Could he have put a bug on her car somewhere? Ryan, Mom and Dad are with me, Colleen said from the hallway. Is Michael with you? Are you decent? May we come in? Yes, yes, and yes, Colleen. Come on in. I need to talk to your father. They walked in, Colleen already in a little nightgown and panties. Margaret and Brian were still in church clothes. Senator, we need to talk, I said. There may be a problem involving Colleen, maybe a serious one. Could we go back downstairs and sit and talk for a while? Colleen crawled in the bed and nonchalantly put her head on my shoulder with her leg over mine. The Senator and Margaret stood looking at us for a moment. I didnt expect him to say what he said and I certainly didnt expect what Margaret said. Why dont we all pile up in your bed, Ryan, you and Colleen on one side, Michael in the middle, Margaret and me on the other side. Id like to get comfortable and rest for a while too. Is that OK? Margaret tugged on his arm. Come on, Brian, she said. Lets go get comfortable like them. Maybe we could even come back in here and have an orgy. Michael laughed and almost choked. I hoped she was teasing. I wasnt ready for an orgy with anybody. I crawled off the end of the bed and moved back in on the side, just at the edge of the bed. Colleen backed up against me. Michael moved to the center of the bed, against Colleen, sprawled on his back and she put her right leg over his legs. I put my right leg over her left, and cuddled up to her soft rear. Then I put my right hand on her hip, hoping shed move it somewhere else. I rose up and looked at the other side of the bed. There was room for two more if they spooned up like Colleen and me. Margaret and the Senator left, were back in minutes in comfortable bed clothes like the rest of us, and crawled in the bed in a mirror image to Colleen and me. He even had his hand resting on her hip, just like me and Colleen. Senator, Im speculating about a couple of events and I may be totally wrong, I said. If Im right, we may have a problem involving Colleen and it may be a serious one, a stalker. Ryan, call me Brian when were here at home. Use Senator when were in public. Can you do that? Ill try and thank you for letting me use your first name. Now, whats this about Colleen and a stalker? I dont know there is one, Brian. First something happened when we went to the movies on Tuesday and then something happened in the parking lot of the restaurant today, in some ways similar events. The coincidence puzzles me. Let me tell him about the movie, Ryan, Michael said. Boy, that was something. I nodded and he told the story, even physically showing his parents what Id done. He embellished the story a little too much. Michael, dont exaggerate so much, I said. When I punched him, I didnt knock him two feet up in the air. It was probably no more than a foot. Well, you laid him out, he persisted. Dad, that guy was taller than Ryan and probably weighed a hundred pounds more. Ryan started to knee him in the face and maybe kill him but he stopped in time. He told me where he learned stuff like that. Can he teach me to do it? Michael, use may, not can, to ask permission, I said. Senator, my Green Beret training emphasized that, if I was unarmed, I should do what was required to seize control of the fight and remove the threat. Thats what I was doing when I hit the groper in the solar plexus. I started to knee him in the face but I realized that wasnt necessary. Why do you think there may be a stalker after Colleen? Margaret asked. There was a crowd leaving the movie and I held Colleens hand until somebody bumped into me. When I turned back toward her, I saw the guy behind her with his hands down groping her rear. She turned around, asked him if he wanted to feel her breasts too, and, when he reached up, she kneed him in his testicles. Maybe she missed because he reached for her again. Thats when I pushed her out of the way and punched the guy in the solar plexus as hard as I could and I didnt miss. Looking back on it now, I wonder if maybe he knew who we were and was trying to provoke me into defending her. Michael persisted. Well, can he teach me, damn it, I mean, may he teach me? Dad, I wish you could have seen Ryan hit him. He really let the guy have one. The Senator frowned and looked at me. I knew he was waiting for me to give Michael an answer. Ill teach you a few simple defensive things, Michael. Lets put off the rest until youre a few years older. The Senator nodded his approval. What happened today? Its my turn, Ryan, Colleen said. Let me tell him. I nodded and she told her parents what happened in the parking lot of the restaurant. Most of her story was accurate. I was right that Jake was one of her rejects, primarily because, on their third date, he thought he owned her. There wasnt a fourth. How does what happened at the restaurant fit into this? Brian asked. Jake was leaning on the side of Colleens car and I wondered how he knew where we were. He was dressed in shorts and sneakers and would have been out of place at the church or the restaurant. I dont think he would have seen her car by chance, not in the restaurant parking lot. How did he know where it was? I think he was there on purpose, to confront me. There may be a bug, a tracker, on her car. Convince me, the Senator said. Colleen and I have been together in her little car a lot during the last week and we were in it again today. Jake showed up at the restaurant, fists clenched, ready to fight me. Could he have got the big guy at the movie to grope Colleen and then beat the hell out of me when I tried to defend her? Maybe Im just imagining things but it puzzles me. Dad, could you get the FBI or maybe the Secret Service to look into it? Michael asked. No, Michael, I answered. All Ive done is advance a hypothesis to your father. So far, we have no real evidence to support it. Well, maybe we could go look for a bug on her car? he persisted. Again, no, Michael. If we find the bug and touch it, that breaks the chain of evidence in case we report it to the police. With the right device, I can find it easily and I know where to get the device. What should we do, Ryan? the Senator asked, and I knew he was testing me. Brian, we need evidence to support or disprove the hypothesis. I had Alexanders recorder with me at the movie and I took a picture of the groper. Ive never done it before but I can probably access some national and local databases of facial images. Tomorrow Id like to try that. Then I know a shop thats got every spy device known to man. I want to get one and well scan her car. Then well know if theres a problem or not. Colleen, will you let one of us, me or Ryan, be with you every time you leave the house for a while? Brian asked. Do you really think Ryan wants to go with me when I shop for underwear or feminine unmentionables? she asked. I answered for the Senator. Sure, when I was a kid, my older sister used to take me with her and then ask my opinion. Even before I hit puberty, I was an expert on womens underwear. I was the only ten-year old kid who knew the difference between a camisole and a teddy. Colleen reached back and swatted me on my hip. I almost squawked but she did something else. When she moved her hand back, she caught my hand in hers and moved it to her nightgown-covered breast. With her parents watching, I let it rest there. She wasnt satisfied. I felt her unbuttoning her little nightgown and then she moved my hand to her naked breast. Margaret and Brian watched us and then emulated us except that Margaret slid Brians hand under her nightgown. I thought Michaels head was going to unscrew from looking back and forth. Whats the difference? Michael whispered. Ill never tell, I whispered back. Youll have to find out for yourself. OK, Ryan, its your game to call, Brian said. What should we do? Nothing now, I said. Ill stick to Colleen like glue for a while when she goes out. Ill see if I can learn the identity of the groper first and whether he has any relationship with Jake. Ill get the bug finder ASAP and well see if there is a tracker. If there is, well think about the best way to handle the situation. Shell be safe here at home or with me when we go out so dont worry. When are you going back to Washington? I had planned on going back on Tuesday or Wednesday. Depending on what you learn and what we find on her car, I may stay here for a while. I cant go off and leave her when this is so uncertain. Dad, you dont have to stay here and worry about me, Colleen said. Ill be OK with Ryan. Colleen, Ryan knows how precious you and Michael and Margaret are to me, the Senator said. My family comes before anything else. I can do whats necessary with e-mails or telephone calls. Im staying. So you agree that we should be concerned for Colleen, I asked. Yes. You can start searching for the groper tomorrow but I dont want you to go to the store to get a bug finder. Im sure theyve got an on-line site. Look it up, give me the info, and Ill have someone at my local office get it. I dont want you to show up on the stores cameras. I can easily say I thought I might have a bug on my car and thats why I wanted it. I agree, I said. Ill do that before bed time tonight and maybe we can have the device tomorrow morning. Margaret, does all this make sense to you, Brian asked. Ryan and I are in agreement. How about you? Its worth investigating but Ryan should be extra careful in everything he does for a while. He might be threatened too. I nodded my agreement. I will. Colleen? the Senator asked. Does one of you big strong men really want an opinion from a stupid little woman like me? she asked, and there was a real bite in the way she said it. I dont like it when you guys treat me like...like...I just dont like it. Colleen, dont... the Senator said before I interrupted. Shes right, Brian, I said. We both should have asked for her input more before we decided anything. Now, would everybody be quiet and let me say something? I knew the best way to defuse an argument was simply to agree with the other person and then to call for a moment of silence to let tempers cool off. Colleen, I apologize, for me and for your father, I said when I felt her relax again. Our only excuse is that he loves you very much and Im beginning to feel the same way and we want to protect you. Now, what do you want to say? Somebody could have asked me if I think Jake is capable to becoming a stalker, she said. Hes not that bad a guy but hes spoiled and immature and he wants me and I think he just wants to show me off to his friends, like something else he possesses. I also think hes the kind of guy who could become a stalker. Michael? the Senator asked. I want to help, he said and looked at me. May I? Just do whatever Ryan says, the Senator said. I nodded. You and Colleen and I are a team now, Michael. We must all help each other. OK, were all in agreement, the Senator said. Now I want to close my eyes and think and maybe nap a little. Colleen, would you please come to my room tonight, I whispered. I want to get down on my knees and ask your forgiveness again. I really do. I also want to have a long talk with you. Will you accept my apology for now and also my invitation? Apology accepted, she said. Ill come to your room and I might even sleep with you. She sat up, pulled her nightgown off, lay back down against me, caught my hand, and moved it to her left breast. I cuddled up to her soft rear, not caring if her parents were both watching. My best buddy didnt find the situation interesting or maybe he understood that the time wasnt right. He snuggled into a warm spot. Margaret smiled at us, unbuttoned her little nightgown, bared both beautiful breasts, shifted Brians hand from one to the other, and then closed her eyes, still smiling. I couldnt see Brians face. Michael couldnt decide which he wanted to look at: his sister or his mother, both with a hand on one of their breasts. He had his hand down in his shorts, maybe just holding on to something hard. I closed my eyes and asked Alexander to please play the music. I especially liked the beginning when all the beautiful young fairies were dancing. Later that afternoon, we spent an hour or so in the pool, completely naked, and maybe I was finally getting a little used to it. We all swam laps, not competitively this time, just slow patient exercise. Margaret and Colleen dropped out and then watched Brian, Michael, and me for a while. Every time I turned my head in their direction, I was struck how much Margaret and Colleen were alike. With swim caps over their hair, Margaret was a little heavier, Colleen a little slimmer, but both absolutely beautiful Irish colleens. After swimming laps, we played a game with me and Brian still in the water, Margaret and Colleen and Michael, two of them anyway, on our shoulders. Margaret, Colleen, and Michael were all on my shoulders for a while and on Brians. Id never imagined anything like it, playing in the pool with the naked Kelly family and enjoying every minute, especially with the naked daughter or wife of the senator on my shoulders. After a while, we did get dressed for sandwiches, if dressed amounts to shorts and t-shirts. Grilled Reubens with cold bottled beer was fare fit for a king, better than the pricy lunch. About dusk, we went for a quiet walk in the woods. Colleen held my hand - she was the one who took the initiative and Brian held Margarets. Michael led the way most of the time. He held Colleens hand for a while and even mine for a minute or so. When I swung his and Colleens hands back and forth for a while, they both grinned at me. TO BE CONTINUED: 1

The Wounded Warrior And The Colleen A Love Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Nine A Second Saturday Saturday morning, we had breakfast together again. This time, Margaret made me sit with the Senator while Colleen and Michael helped her. I smelled something that made my stomach grumble and I wondered what was baking. Margaret told me. She had taken a breakfast casserole out of the freezer last night. She and Colleen and Michael occasionally worked together and made breakfast casseroles of different kinds, all based on eggs but with different meats and cheeses. They baked the casseroles and froze them and later thawed and warmed them. The one we were going to have this morning was eggs with sausage and cheddar cheese. I had a big piece, absolutely delicious, a smaller piece, still good, and then another last little piece, shared with Michael, and we finished the casserole. With that and toast and jelly and milk and coffee, I was completely satisfied for a while. It was a real pleasure to have a good appetite and to be hungry for food. Breakfasts like that were a hell of a lot better than the hospital fare I had lived on for months. Ryan, are you ready to replay our conversation from last night? the Senator asked. I cant. I cant get up, I said. I need my whole computer to do it and its just too heavy for me. Michael, would you go get Ryans computer? the Senator asked. He shook his head and smiled. He was probably as stuffed and complacent as I was. I cant. I cant move. Besides, I cant carry it. Im a little kid and its just too heavy for me. Ryan, Ill give you a kiss if youll go get it, Colleen said. I promise it will curl your toes. OK, I said. Michael, Ill give you a kiss if you go get it. I promise it will make you weak in the knees. I might even let you set it up. Ill go but you can give the kiss to Colleen, he said, grinning all over his face. He ran out of the kitchen and clomped up the stairs. I led Michael carefully through the steps of setting my computer up, awakened Alexander, and paused just before I issued the appropriate command. I looked around and the others were watching what Michael and I were doing. The Senator and I had a pit stop half-way through our talk, maybe about five minutes long. I can pause or fast forward Alexander but perhaps that will be a good time for pit stops if anybody needs one. There will probably be lots of questions. Can you hold them until the recording is over? I saw four heads nodding in the affirmative. Alexander, please play last recording. Yes, Ryan. The Senators voice began the recording. Youve changed it. Why did you do that? And how did you do it? We sat and listened to the recording all the way through, even our conversation while we were having a piss. I had programmed Alexander to adjust the volume of faint words so they were louder and he did it perfectly. Our conversation in the bathroom around the corner from the office came through loud and clear. I was a little uncomfortable to hear both of us talking while pissing. It sounded like fire hoses hitting the water. When the recording was finished, I looked at Margaret and Colleen and Michael. Margaret was looking at me and smiling and that said she knew of the Senators plans. Colleen had a look of disbelief on her face and she was looking at her father. That told me she had not known about his plans and my part in them. Michael was looking back and forth between me and the Senator and just looked puzzled. Any questions? I asked. There were questions, lots of them, most for the Senator and some for me, mostly from Colleen and Michael and a few from Margaret. I had anticipated one of Michaels questions for me and prepared an answer. Ryan, are you going to teach me what you do, you know, like hacking into different places on the web? Michael, maybe, in the distant future, I will, I said. When your father and I agree that you have the knowledge and maturity, I might begin to teach you, but I cant start doing that anytime soon. He still looked puzzled and I didnt think he understood what his father and I were risking in trusting each other. Michael, you must realize the import of what I am going to do for the Senator. I will be looking for knowledge of what his political opponents are trying to do but I will never change or destroy what I find. All I will do is seek knowledge of what the other side is planning about him. If knowledge of what Im doing ever becomes public, his career will be ruined and both of us could end up in prison. Your family will be destroyed. Sorry, he said. Guess I didnt think of that. Michael, your father and I shook hands on our agreement, I said. I believe that when two men shake hands on something, it becomes like a sacred bond between them, one that neither will ever break. If the FBI questioned you about me, would you lie to them? Am I supposed to? Thats what your father has agreed to do. He said hed never give me up and I trust him to keep his word. I will not tell you and Colleen what Im doing for him and thats to protect you. My mission as his secret warrior is to protect him and, at the same time, to protect his family. I hope you and Colleen and I can be a team but you must shake my hand too. You must never give me up. I held out my hand to him. He looked at his father, perhaps for guidance. Michael, this is your decision, the Senator said. Ryan wants you and Colleen to help him. I trust him. You can too. Michael shook my hand and grinned at me. Perhaps it all seemed like a big adventure to him. I knew it was much more than that. I held out my hand to Colleen. She stood up, grinned, and shook it. Damned man, she growled. When two men shake hands on something, boy, thats sacred! How about a handshake between a man and a woman, you idiot? She smiled when she said that so maybe she had not really been offended. She also gave me a bear hug and a kiss just at the corner of my mouth. It didnt curl my toes but she also whispered that she had something in mind for later. Then I held out my hand to Margaret. She stood and shook it. Perhaps she understood my questioning look. She also gave me a big hug and a kiss on top of Colleens. She didnt whisper anything to me but she grinned like she had something in mind. Well, if youre through with questions for a while, Im going for a swim, the Senator said. After the last week of stupidity, I need to relax for a while and maybe swim laps. Anybody want to join me? I did. I wanted to do something to build the strength in my legs and swimming laps was a great exercise. I managed to get naked with the Kelly family by not looking too long at Margaret or Colleen, except for looking at Colleens exquisitely-beautiful rear when I followed her outside. Swim caps were stored on hooks close to the back door and I learned that I was expected to wear one. Colleen stretched it around my head and tucked my long hair under it. Then she held out another cap to me and sat down in a chair. I gathered her long bronze hair, twisted it into a roll, and held it in place while I capped her off. Thats when my buddy betrayed me. After seeing her and Margaret in beautiful nakedness, I didnt understand why he decided to raise his head while I helped with a swim cap for her. I decided that I might as well show off. She and I walked hand-in-hand to the pool steps and down into the water, me with a stiff prow or rudder or divining rod swinging around in front of me. The others three were already in the water and they all looked at my display and grinned. We played for a while and my buddy kept his head up through it all. Why do womens nipples get hard in cool water? Why do men want to look at them and suck on the little erect devils? Who knows? Why did Colleen cling to me once, front to front, and then tuck my stiff friend down between her thighs? I knew the answer to that; she wanted to drive me crazy. Maybe my best buddy thought I was trying to drown him when we started swimming laps. Anyway, he finally hung his head, probably ashamed of the way he had acted. We swam slow laps, sometimes side by side for a while, and then Michael challenged me to a race and gloated about winning. After that, we got dressed to go for lunch, all in sneakers or sandals, shorts and shirt, even the Senator. At the Greek place, no one noticed him or, if they did, they left him alone. I had a big platter of stuff that probably wasnt good for me but it tasted great. The Senator ordered a pitcher of beer and I suppose nobody cared that a fifteen-year old kid helped drink it. I drove back home in the Senators big Mercedes and was pleased that he trusted me to do it. Colleen sat smiling beside me with the other three in the back, Michael scrunched in the middle. Ryan, the Senator said from behind me, I have no plans for this afternoon and evening, well, maybe for this evening if Margaret will do something with me. What do you want to do? Im in the habit for resting in bed for about an hour or so, maybe listening to music. Id like to swim laps again to strengthen my legs. After that, whatever the rest of you want to do is OK with me. Your middle leg is already strong enough Michael whispered, and then said Ouch like somebody had pinched him. Ive got dinner planned, Colleen said. If youll all help me, well eat again about six. Michaels going to swim laps with you again this afternoon and maybe again before you go to bed, Margaret said. I think hes going to swim laps with you every day for a while; arent you, Michael? Yeah, and Im going to beat him too, he bragged. At home, and it was already home, I went to my room for a pit stop and then changed into something comfortable in bed, nothing but exercise shorts. I set up my computer, started some quiet music, and crawled in bed. I was hoping somebody would join me and she did, a dream in a pink shorty nightgown and white panties. She curled up beside me, put her head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest, her leg over both of mine, and I was wonderfully content. Then I heard three taps on my open door and I knew it was Michael so I invited him in. He walked to the foot of the bed and stood looking at Colleen and me for a moment. I dont want to bother you, he said. You two look great together like that. Maybe I should just do something else. Michael, youre no bother, I said. If you can listen to some quiet opera music for a while, youre welcome to join us. Just dont expect me to sing, he said, and crawled in on the other side of me. Its not singing from operas, Michael. Its just a selection of beautiful quiet music. You wont die from listening. He propped on his elbow, looked at me and Colleen for a moment, and nodded his head. Then he put his hand on my chest, rubbed it a little, and smiled at me and his sister together. Colleen, you two belong together, you and Ryan, he whispered. I really mean that. Id like to be part of a team with you, helping Dad. Ill try not to be too much of a pest. Youre not a pest, Michael. Youre like a little brother. I didnt think of him as a pest. Maybe I was already thinking of him as my little brother. After a while, he wiggled up closer to me and put his hand back on the side of my chest. Then Colleen put her hand over his and I wondered about the symbolism of what they were doing, both with their hands over my heart. I closed my eyes and drifted away for a while. Later in the afternoon, Michael and I swam laps competitively and he was right; he did win all of them. My legs performed well but I knew they were still weak. I decided that I was going to keep doing laps every day until my legs were strong enough so I could beat him. Colleen swam laps with us a couple of times. My best buddy decided not to act like a drag on what I was doing. Saturday night for dinner, we all dressed casually again, white socks, shorts, and shirts without brassieres underneath for Margaret and Colleen. Damn nipples kept drawing my attention and I wanted my mouth on them and it didnt matter which pair. Dinner was something new to me: muffuletta sandwiches, huge sandwiches with lots of meats and cheeses and olive salad, originating about a hundred years ago from a grocery store in New Orleans. Each was so big they were quartered. The five of us ate three of them and left one untouched. Warmed in the oven, they were absolutely delicious. Another bottle of cold beer for me and the Senator and Michael hit the spot. After I recovered, I swam laps again and this time the Senator joined me and Michael, the three of us naked again. We werent in competition this time, just slow steady swimming. I made sure my legs did most of the work. I was beginning to believe again that the problems with my left leg finally were over. Saturday night, I was sitting on the side of my bed, naked, and with the lights down low, thinking about everything, and waiting on Colleen to come to me, when the black hole in my mind started growing again. I tossed my head to shake off the bad thoughts but it was no use. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply a few times. I didnt want it to happen just when I might have a few minutes with her. I frowned and tried to force the Maelstrom to stop pulling me down but to no avail. I felt tears flood my eyes and the darkness crowding in and I wanted to scream, No! Not again! Not now! I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. It was Colleen, dressed for bed in shorty nightgown and white Bikini panties. Whats wrong, Ryan? she asked, frowning at me. I couldnt speak. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her to me, buried my face in her soft breasts, and sobbed and sniffed a little. She put one hand on my back and stroked my long hair with the other. After a moment, she spoke. Please try to talk to me, Ryan. Tell me whats wrong. I tried to talk to her. Colleen, I cant.... Please. Im here. Ill help you. I know youre hurting. Let me help you. I breathed deeply a few times and tried again. The doctors said it might be PTSD with a little anxiety attack thrown in. Do you know what that is? Yes. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Ive read your medical file, remember. I know what youve been through. I know youre still struggling to recover. When it happens, I mean, when I feel myself being sucked down in that black hole, it sometimes seems to cause anxiety or panic attacks. Do you know anything about that? No, not really, just that they can be very uncomfortable. Well, when I have panic attacks theres an intense fear or discomfort and my heart pounds and I break out in a cold sweat. Sometimes I start shaking and I cant stop. Maybe I can help you, Ryan, she said. Just keep talking to me. You dont have to be pulled down. You can fight it. Ill help. I want to help you. I took a few really deep breaths with my nose right between her breasts and then looked up at her again. Colleen, I was in really bad pain for about a month after I was shot and they gave me painkillers. Then the depression came charging back and they gave me pills for that. I couldnt get a hard-on and I didnt even have wet dreams and that made me even more depressed. Then I had what they thought were panic attacks and they gave me more pills for that. For months I was on some pills and off and on some others. I hated the pills and the way they made me feel. I wanted out of the hospital so I gradually worked myself off all meds. They finally concluded that I had PTSD and counseling was the remedy for that. Im supposed to go for my first session sometime soon. Will you go with me and hold my hand? Yes, Ryan, she whispered. I want to help you. You and I are going to beat this. Were going to give you a life again. Me and you? Im leaning in that direction, Ryan. Let me give you an example why. OK. Weve slept together a couple of times, Ryan, and youve spooned up to me. You dont just reach for my breast and grope me. You put your hand on my hip and I assume youre asking permission to put it where it naturally falls. Are you? Yes. Ive been groped by more than one date and Ive slapped more than one face. Ive never slapped yours. I dont want to grope you, Colleen. I want to feel you against me and hold your breasts but I want to know you welcome me. I wish you could know how I felt the first time you put my hand on your breast. I like it too, Ryan, she whispered. She pushed me back, tilted my head up, leaned over, and I got a fleeting glimpse of her beautiful breasts down her loose nightgown. Then she kissed me, really kissed me, and, of course, I closed my eyes. Why is kissing so much better with eyes closed? When I felt her tongue touch my lips, I opened to her and we played. I had my hands on her hips, she had hers on each side of my head, and I began to lose myself in kissing her. Why was she doing it? Did she do it to distract me again, first time, from pain in my leg, and now, from the pain of being pulled down in depression again? Maybe it was because she cared for me and was even beginning to of love me. Maybe it was simply a wish to help me and she knew kissing me would wipe my slate clean. Tabula rasa. A kiss from a colleen like Colleen would wipe any mans mind clean. Or dirty. I wanted never to stop kissing her but she straightened up and looked down at my face. Could you hold me a little longer? I asked. The Maelstrom started to suck me down into a dark hole again tonight and I wanted you to come back and keep me from going down. Maybe you have. She pushed me back, slipped off her nightgown, pulled her panties down those long legs, and stood there in all her naked glory. Im going to sleep with you again, Ryan. I said sleep and thats all. Im close but Im not ready to spread my legs for your buddy. Maybe well play a little if you want to. I understand. Whether you believe it or not, Colleen, sex is not a priority tonight. I need you to hold me and touch me and maybe kiss me on the cheek. I want to close my eyes and nuzzle against your neck and smell your hair. Maybe I just need love, not sex. Will you talk to me and help me understand what youre feeling? she asked. Dad says getting a veteran to talk helps him and it helps others understand what hes feeling. OK, Ill try but sometimes I dont understand whats happening and why. It just crowds into my thoughts and drags me down. Well, stand up and hug me for a moment. Then lets get in bed together and talk about it. I stood and she moved in front of me. We both put our arms around each other, hands on our backs, not on our butts, and brought our heads close together. I felt her wild hair down her front, even where her breasts pressed against me. Below there, my soft penis was pressed against her smooth belly. I turned my head slightly, put my face in her hair, and smelled that almost-familiar scent: flowers but with something else. Just quietly holding her, no sexual arousal, just something comforting, something good and right and wonderful: it was enough to calm the last of the vortex. After a minute or two, she released me and crawled in the bed. I moved in behind her, put my hand on her hip and waited. She moved my hand to her breast. I put my face back in her hair. For a while, we just lay there, spooned up together, my complacent penis in the warm spot between her legs, my right leg over her left, my right hand on her breast, and my head in her sweet-smelling hair. Then she turned over facing me and we sorted out an arrangement of our legs and arms with our faces only inches apart. Now, whats it like when it starts? she whispered. Its like a vortex, Colleen, I whispered. Thats a whirling mass that draws everything near it toward its center. In water, its a giant whirlpool. I call it a maelstrom sometimes because it makes me think of a horror story by Edgar Allen Poe called A Descent into the Maelstrom. When its at its worst, its like the event horizon around a black hole. Youll have to explain that, Ryan, she whispered. A black hole is a collapsing star and the event horizon is the point at which the gravitational pull around it becomes so great as to make escape impossible, even for light. I know if I reach the event horizon, I can never escape. Thats madness and I suppose Id never come back from that. I dont know how close I am to the event horizon but I think I approach it. What caused it to happen tonight? she whispered. What were you thinking about when it happened? Colleen, I was thinking about everything in my future, like wanting to go to college and make something of myself, then meeting you after the picture of you had saved my life, being invited to come live with your family when I felt like I wasnt good enough to do it, then your family treating me like I belonged with all of you, finding out that your father had something else in mind for me, asking me to be a stealth warrior for him, and me wanting to do all those things. Last but by no means least, I was thinking of you and how I feel to be with you, just walking in the woods or maybe you holding my head to your breasts. You can do them, Ryan, she whispered. Ill help. My family will help. Yeah, I believe youll try. Then I remembered that something bad had happened to so many people I loved and I didnt want that to happen to you or your family. I felt like fate or god or something was just laughing at me and waiting to thump me behind the head and knock me down in the mud and stomp on me again and it didnt matter how many other people got hurt in the process. I dont want you or your family to get hurt, Colleen. Ryan, would it help if I told you honestly that Ive met a man I think I could love? I really believe that. I know I already care for you. I think it would be wonderful if we could team up together and do all those things and more. Just give me a little more time. Have faith in us. Together maybe we can make everything you want come true. I looked at her face again. Her eyes were wet with tears. Dont cry, Colleen, I pleaded. I dont want to hurt you. Shut up, Ryan, she said emphatically. Ill cry when I want to. Youve got to realize that youre not alone in this anymore and theres somebody who wants to help you and its me. I told you I was a strong mean bitch sometimes and this time Im determined to help you get your life back. This fall were going to college and take classes together. Youre going to work at the shop with me and well both work at Dads local office. Were together now. Were a team. Are you OK with me being a stealth warrior for the Senator? Ryan, all the stuff Dad wants you to do is not urgent. Youve got a lot to learn and years to do it. It can wait a while and then you can teach me and Michael to help you be his stealth warriors. I dont want you to feel sorry for me, Colleen. I want to get back to being my old self, a real man, and then maybe I can convince you that Im worth considering for your husband. I can wait on you if you think theres a real chance for that. Then just be patient. I already know youre in the running and, so far, youre ahead of the pack. OK. Then she made me an offer I couldnt refuse. Hey, sailor, want to fool around. Ill suck your dick if youll lick my pussy. At the same time? Yeah, Ive never done that. I want to try it. Do you? Yeah. Will you get on top? Yeah but I want to just play a little first. I kind of liked feeling your hard-0n against my pussy when we were swimming. Id like to play with it a little. Its nice. Is that OK with you? Yeah, my buddy really likes to feel your hand holding him. She pushed on my shoulder and I rolled on my back. She flung her head from side to side, maybe to get her hair out of her face, and then put her head down on my shoulder and cupped her hand under my testicles. I watched as she gave them a good exam, feeling each one separately, lifting them together like she was weighing them, stroking and petting them. My best buddy politely stood up, took off his cap, and looked at her. We both liked what she was doing. Then she wrapped her hand around him and slid his cap back over his head and off a few times. He didnt complain. It was all just a slow sensuous exploration and I loved every second of it. When she was ready, she scrambled around so that she was nine to my six with her legs spread over my head. I put my hands on her hips and guided her down so her pussy was over my mouth. She cradled my balls with one hand, lifted them, and kissed them, one right after the other. Then she held my dick down against my belly, licked it from the crown to my balls a few times, and, at last, took the head in her mouth and started sucking and stroking. I pulled her hips down an inch or two more, used my nose and tongue to part her little lips, and started licking, from her little patch of pubic hair down almost to her asshole. I kept my eyes open, looking at her pink pucker, wondering how she would react if I licked her there. I didnt. I had enough to do for now, just slow licking, delighting in the taste and smell of her pussy. Damn, it was enough to give a dead man a real hard-0n and I was alive. Yet, I had never really liked this position, not as much as I liked to do her first and then let her do me or vice versa. She was in a good position to suck my dick but I wasnt in a good position to lick her pussy. I was upside down, licking from her clit down to her vagina, and that left her clit covered. I knew she would like it much more with me licking upward from her vagina to her clit. That way I could use my thumbs and tongue to push up and back on her clitoral hood, that little homologue to my foreskin. That way her clitoris was exposed to my tongue and I knew that was the position which could almost always give a woman a good orgasm. Always be a gentleman and let her come first. I liked to do that for a woman first and it just made it much better when she used her mouth and hand to get me off. . She smelled and tasted clean and fresh when I licked her. I assumed shed refreshed herself and that shed washed down there and used something that smelled good. Perhaps a minute or so elapsed before I tasted and smelled her cassoulet, that aroused womans smell and taste which I loved so much. Maybe she wasnt ready to spread her legs for my best buddy but she didnt object when I stiffened my tongue and then stuck it in her vagina as deeply as I could. She moaned so I kept doing what I wanted to do, tongue-fucking her, licking everything from her taint to her clit, at least where it was still hidden. She alternated between hand and mouth on my dick, sometimes languidly sucking, sometimes just as easily stroking, sometimes both, just the way I liked it, down with her hand to expose the underside of my foreskin, almost as sensitive as the head of my dick, and at the same time, almost deep throating my dick and trying to suck the head off as she lifted her head. It was all wonderful, her loving my buddy and his cohorts while I used my nose and lips and tongue and mouth to make love to her pussy. It was all so damned good but just not quite what I wanted. She didnt object when I pushed her off me and over on her back. I wanted to warn her before we tried it with me on top. Colleen, will you let me get on top of you for a little while? I whispered. I want you to think about different things we try and then talk to me. If you dont like something we do, we wont do it again. I promise I wont come in your mouth. OK, youd better not try to shove that damn thing down my throat either, she said. I dont see how any woman can take something like that down past her tonsils. I agree, I said. Im going to hold my hips still and you can do what you want with my buddy. I carefully straddled her, watching to make sure my knees didnt pull on her long hair where it was tangled across the bed. My buddy was hugging my stomach, probably wondering where she had gone. She bent it down, lifted her head a little, pushed my foreskin out of the way, and took the head of my penis in her mouth and sucked and licked and stroked her lips up and down. Damn, that was so good I almost forgot to do my part. I pushed her legs apart a little more, lowered my head, and started licking her pussy again. I liked licking her but just not in this position. Still, this was for her to try different things or positions and not as much for me. All too soon, she pushed up on my belly and I knew shed had enough of that position. I rolled over my back for a moment. Well, talk to me, I said. Which way do you like best? Ryan, I like your mouth on my pussy either way. Maybe I like to be on top of you more. You on tops OK but just dont expect me to take your big dick down my throat. Maybe porn stars can do that but I dont want to try. I wont. I just want to learn what you like and dont like, Colleen. Ill never ask you to do things you dont like. Now will you let me put a pillow under your hips and you just relax and let me show you something else. My tongues at least six inches long when its hard. Youll like it in your pussy. Yeah, brag about it. You men are all just alike. She lifted her hips and I quickly stuffed a pillow underneath. She stuck her little pink tongue out and grinned at me. I stuck mine out at her and wiggled it. She grinned wider. I moved around so I was on my knees between her spread legs. For a moment I just knelt and looked: at her smiling Irish eyes, her pink tongue snaking out at me, at her breasts, alabaster mounds with dark red cherry protrusions, at her concave belly, that delightful shallow bowl with her vertical jewel of a naval, pleased that she did not have jewelry in it and I could tease it with my tongue, the tangle of dark red pubic hair on her mons, and, finally, at the little cleft between her thighs, little lips spread and ready for an intruder. Damn, it was all just too much. I held my buddy in my hand, foreskin pulled back, shiny red head, clear dollop of syrup oozing out of the slit, and I wanted so damn much to shove it in her until my balls acted as a door stop. I stroked a few times, fighting my desire, wanting so much to feel my penis in her vagina but remembering that she said she wasnt ready for it yet. Yet? Who cares? My buddy wanted to go home. I eased down on the bed on my belly, caught her legs behind the knees, and spread and lifted. Perfect! That levered her hips up so her pussy was in just the position for my lips and tongue and mouth. I gave her a long lick from just shy of her pink pucker, up between the spread lips, all the way to the bump of her clitoris. I did it again and again and then stopped and looked. Not yet. I resumed my long licks and finally felt the little devil with my tongue. I lifted my head and looked. It was like a little red penis and I knew that was what it was, shaft buried underneath with nothing but the head showing. I closed my eyes and kept licking her. Her hands had been holding the sheet on each side. Now she put them on my head, ran her fingers through my hair, and moaned to tell me how much she liked what I was doing. When she caught my hair with her hands and pulled my face forcefully against her, I knew she was about to come. A few seconds later, she almost bruised my face against her pussy, cussed me good, and. I slowed but I didnt stop. I eased back so only the tip of my tongue was touching her and kept licking. She moaned contentedly. Who taught you to do that, Ryan? she whispered when I stopped for breath. I didnt answer. I wasnt ready to tell her that my sister had been my teacher and she had given me lessons for years, starting when I was still a child and continuing for almost ten years. Colleen had to come to me, to bend to me and me to her, before I answered that question. I flopped down beside her, wrapped my hand around my penis, and gave it a few slow strokes. I saw a clear drop ooze out the slit and I smeared it around on the head with my finger. I reached down to the base of the shaft, milked my dick toward the head, and watched as more syrup came out and slowly dripped down on my stomach. I had no intention of masturbating myself but I wanted to be patient and wait for her to come back from where ever she had been when she orgasmed. After a little while, she reached down, pushed my hand away, put her hand on my best buddy, and slowly stroked him. Ive never let a guy come in my mouth before, Ryan, she whispered. Would you like that? Colleen, just do what you want to, I whispered back. I like whatever you do. I probably cant swallow it though. Thats OK. If you do it, you can spit it out on my stomach but after I come I dont want to move for a while. Would you get a washcloth and wipe it up? Just like a damn man, always wanting a woman to do the cleaning. I suppose I could do that. She moved around so that she was kneeling between my spread legs. I watched as she lifted my best buddys cohorts and looked at them, as she wrapped her other hand around the shaft and slowly skinned my foreskin back and forth, and as she looked at me, grinned, and stuck her pink tongue out at me again. I returned the salute. Then she began with a long lick, from my balls, up the shaft, up and over the head of my dick. Milk it down, I whispered. I knew it was ready to drool again. She did and we both watched as a big clear drop oozed out. It didnt have time to fall. She wrapped her mouth around the head and sucked gently for a moment. I put my head back down, closed my eyes, and let her do whatever she wanted to. Hand moving up and down, mouth sucking, lips caressing, tongue licking: I didnt last long. Imgonnacome, I managed to groan. She kept her hand stroking and her mouth over the head as I spurted again and again. She held her head still until I was finished and then spit my load out on my stomach. She wasnt finished, even though I was. She put her mouth back over the head and slowly and gently sucked. My dick was so sensitive that it was sweet misery but I didnt want her to stop. Well, the taste is not too bad, she whispered, and crawled out of bed and went in the bathroom. I lay there, peaceful and content after coming, eyes closed, hands on my chest, fingers interlaced, while she first used a warm washcloth and then a dry towel to wipe up my mess. When she lay down beside me with her back toward me, I rolled on my side, spooned up the her butt, put my hand on her hip, she moved it to her breast, and I stuck my nose in her tangled hair and breathed in her colleen smell. Colleen, weve got to stop doing this, I whispered in her hair after a while. Why? Dont you like it? Yes, I love it but its damned dangerous. You almost got fucked tonight. I was just a split second away from shoving my dick in you. You just think I almost got fucked. You cant stuff a wet noodle up a wildcats ass. Colleen, it was a railroad spike and its not going up your ass. Its going in your pussy so deep you wont be able to tell which one of us has balls. Its going to stick its head against your cervix and give you a big load of baby-makers. Ryan, I told you before we started that I wasnt ready for that yet. I know but, damn it, Im just a man and sometimes a man can take only so much before his brain shuts down and his dick takes over. You might have resisted but I would still have fucked you even if it was like rape. Thats the way men are, Colleen. Thats the way I am. Then what are we going to do? I like playing with you. I dont know. Maybe we ought to just cool it a little. We could still go on walks in the woods and go on dates, not to movies, because I really want to talk to you. I like talking to you. Michael has asked me to let him play with us again. Should we? I dont know. I did something with him that I probably shouldnt have. I dont usually suck dick on the first date. Well, I know your sister taught you and I like the way you are about pleasing me. Maybe I should teach him how to please a woman. Colleen, that would be fine with me. All young boys should have an older woman to teach them and maybe one night next week we could invite him to play with us. I just dont want to do stuff with him that detracts from what he should be learning, that sex between him and a woman should be his lifes journey, not sex between two guys. I told you, I dont want to hurt him. He wants to have a pool party and invite some of his friends over, she said. Hes talked to me about one cute young girl hes got the hots for. Thats not right; hes got the hots for lots of young girls. Anyway, if Moms here and you and I chaperone the crowd, could he have a party one afternoon, just playing in the pool, maybe dancing, if you can call it that, and hamburgers that evening. What do you think? How about next Friday afternoon, my two-week anniversary? Yeah, that gives us plenty of time to arrange everything. Ill help but do you mean a naked pool party? I cant cook hamburgers with a hard-on. No, everybody will wear something over their butts and their boobs if theyve got any. Michael will wear a Speedo and I want you to wear one too. Do you have one? No, I had some ugly baggies but I threw them away when I left the hospital. Well, lets go shopping. You need some sandals and something to swim in, a couple of speedos and some baggies. There will be lots of times when well swim with guests of Mom and Dad and maybe youd better cover that thing up then. Colleen, one night, maybe we could invite Michael to join us and you could show him that you masturbate. Ninety-nine percent of young boys will admit they do it constantly and one percent will lie about it. They usually dont have any idea that girls masturbate too, just probably not as much. My best buddy had been relaxed, still swollen but not hard, pressed against the warm place where the crack of her ass meets her legs. Now she lifted one leg, reached down, straightened him, closed her legs, and made him a prisoner against her pussy. Colleen! Hush, Ryan, I just want to feel it. Its nice and warm and soft and it feels good against me. Yeah but if you dont stop, its going to be hot and hard and looking for something to get into. Oh, pooh. OK, Im warning you. We lay there almost as close together as man and woman can get for a while, whispering about the next weeks events. Tomorrow, Sunday, would be a quiet relaxing day and we would probably go to church and then to a nice restaurant for lunch. Monday the Senator would take me to his local office and shed help me dress so he approved. Tuesday hed fly back to Washington alone and Margaret would stay home with us for a while. He might stay home longer unless there was a vote where he was needed. One day, hed probably want me to go back to his local office and just learn how everything worked. When I was ready and wounded warriors came in, hed want me to interview them and start the process of helping them. She would work at Its About Time when she was needed and she hoped Id go with her. I told her that I needed one day to research the computer setup Id need to do the job the Senator wanted and it had to be state of the art and really powerful. I wanted a desktop to use at home for the Senator and Id keep Alexander just for personal use. I wanted to make sure that nothing of the Senatorial business ever appeared on my little computer. She said I should go for it because she knew her father would approve whatever I wanted. I lay there, holding her, my right hand on her left breast, her warm butt against my groin, my right leg over her left, my complacent penis tucked in the area where her butt cheeks meet her thighs, thinking about everything that was planned and I found myself actually looking forward to all of it. Then Colleen caused trouble again. After my trouble with hard-ons in the hospital, I wasnt sure that I was going to get a second one tonight. Maybe I wouldnt have except that Colleen reached down and tickled my buddy under his chin. That was it. Just one little touch with her finger and he woke up, stretched, stiffened, lengthened, and looked around for something to get into. Two more strokes of one little finger and he was really interested. Colleen, you should stop. Oh, hush, Ryan, it feels good. She stopped and we lay there for a while longer. I wasnt about to go to sleep. I wanted her to do something again and it didnt matter what as long as I squirted another load somewhere, maybe even in her pussy. I felt something ooze out the head of my dick and wondered what it was, maybe one last little dollop of white semen or maybe a fresh dollop of clear syrup. It fell somewhere down there, maybe on her leg, because she put her hand back down, did something, stuck it back between her legs, pressed on the underside of my shaft, and pulled her juicy finger tips up toward the head. I couldnt come again, not with her fingers doing nothing more than sliding up my shaft; could I? Making the syrup pour out of the head of my penis? It was sweet misery. Maybe I could. Colleen, youve got to stop. She didnt. She flipped over, pushed me down on my back, scrambled about, straddled me, held my friend pressed against my belly, and lowered herself so the lips of her hot juicy slit was separated around the shaft of my penis. She wiggled her hips around and back and forth and moaned, a low a guttural groan. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to flex my hips down so my hard penis was pointed up a little in hopes that she would catch her pussy on the head. Should I? I wanted it so damn much but somehow I held back and just let her ride my little pony. Perhaps she was rubbing her clit against the underneath of my shaft. She had her open hands on my pecs and her fingernails were digging in on the skin. Then, a few seconds later, she went into a real frenzy of groaning and wiggling and came again. Damn, she made me wonder if this was the woman who said shed never come with a man before. She fell forward so her breasts were against my chest and I put my arms on her back with my hands on her butt cheeks. We lay there like that for a while, her recovering from her little death, me just enjoying her being so close to me. Then she rose up again, looked at my face, smiled, and looked down at the head of my dick underneath her little patch of bronze pubic hair. She slid back so she was sitting on my thighs, wrapped one hand around my buddy, stroked a few times, wrapped the other hand around the rest, and gave me a two-handed hand job. I didnt last long. Probably within less than thirty seconds, I squirted out about a dozen strings of white semen on my face and down over my chest, and belly. I knew I was through for the night and I hoped she was too. TO BE CONTINUED: 17

The Wounded Warrior And The Colleen A Love Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Seven Wednesday Wednesday morning, I awakened a few minutes after six, a habit from the days when morning activities began in the hospital. I lay there for a few minutes, not knowing what, if anything was planned for the day. Then I heard the faint sound of a toilet flushing and I assumed somebody else was up. When I went downstairs to the kitchen, Michael was there, bent over looking in the refrigerator. We were both wearing the usual in-house uniform of t-shirt, exercise shorts, and socks. He shut the fridge door and looked at me. Whats up? I asked. Any idea what were doing today? Yeah, I need to do yard work, he said. Colleen and I maintain the yard. I was surprised. Why? I know your parents can afford a yard service. We can and Im it, he said. Weve got a system. Colleen and I get points for the work we do and we save them up for big things. Thats how Colleen got her car. Dad says we must have some sweat equity in things like cars. I get my allowance and I can save it up but I cant use it for big stuff. What all do you do? I do the yard work and maintain the little mower and the riding mower. Colleen helps me sometimes but Im in charge. We both work at our grandparents shop. Then Mom and Dad find other jobs for us to do, anything thats beyond the usual. Cleaning the house and cooking are just usual but theres not much to do. We have a maid and cook service that comes in once a week on Thursday. They clean and cook stuff for the freezer. How does the system work? For example, how do you know when youve earned a car? We get points for each hour we work. Dad matches them four for one. Ive got a little over four hundred points now, worth about four thousand dollars. With Dads matching part, I could buy a car for about twenty thousand. Im going to wait to get one until Ive got at least twice that. I can probably have one before Im seventeen. Id love to have a BMW. Thats an expensive car. I know. Maybe you and Colleen can take me car shopping and we could get some prices on new and used ones. Can you use some help with the yard? I asked. I want to go easy on my left leg but I should be able to do something. Maybe I could use the riding mower. Thats usually what I do after I use the little mower to edge around the bushes and driveway. You use the big mower, Ill use the little one, and Colleen can prune. Well still have a couple of hours of work. OK. Right now, I think wed better make some breakfast. What do you want? I dont care, as long as theres lots of it. I saw eggs in the fridge. Do you have any cheddar cheese? I like eggs scrambled with sharp cheddar cheese. That and toast and jelly sound OK? Yeah. I want some coffee too. You want some? Yeah. I had no idea what time Colleen would get up but I decided to cook for her too. I started to scramble six eggs but Michael added two more. He made coffee and started toasting bread. Then he poured two large glasses of orange juice, offered me one, and we toasted the day with OJ. We were sitting at the table eating when Colleen wandered in, dressed in t-shirt, exercise shorts, and socks. She walked over to me and motioned for me to stand. When I did, she put her arms around me and pressed her face against the side of my throat, all without a word. I wrapped my arms around her, put one hand behind her head, and held her close with her warm breath on my throat. She smelled fantastic and felt even better. When I looked at Michael, he was grinning. I didnt care. Let him grin. I closed my eyes, held her close, and gently stroked her long hair. I wanted to say it. I wanted to say, I love you, Colleen, but I knew it was much too early. Whether or not I said it, I felt it. How to describe it? My heart swelled with love for her? Maybe. It wasnt below the belt love. It was heart and head and arms around her love. Thank you, Ryan, she whispered. Youre welcome, Colleen, I whispered back. Im not sure why youre thanking me since I havent done anything special. Im thanking you for caring, Ryan, she said. Well, I do care. Now I want you to sit down and eat some breakfast. I can cook too, just not like you or Grandma. I want you to eat and tell me you liked my scrambled eggs. Michael and I are going to mow and you can prune if you feel like it. When she turned me loose, I pulled out a chair for her and she sat and looked at what we were eating. Michael poured her some orange juice and I fixed her a cup of coffee the way she liked. She watched me when I put in the milk and sugar, the same way she had done it the previous day. She put jelly on buttered toast and started eating. I pushed a small serving of cheese and eggs on her plate. She frowned but she ate it. Before eight oclock, the three of us were out in the yard, mowing and pruning. Colleen was dressed about like me and Michael but she had on an unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt over her white t-shirt to protect her arms while she pruned. We were all wearing big-brimmed sun hats. Michael was guiding the small mower around the edges of the yard and I was on the riding mower trying to maintain a neat pattern. Not long after I started, I felt sweat trickling down my back and I knew wed all be sweaty before we finished. By the time I was about half through, I was wet with sweat. I stopped the mower in the shade, took off my sun hat, stripped off my shirt, and wiped my face with it. When I looked up, I saw Colleen watching me and I motioned for her to take off her shirt too. She grinned and slowly pulled her t-shirt up over her breasts. I saw her creamy white breasts with pink areola and cherry red nipples. Then she pulled her shirt back down, shook her head no and, laughed. At that moment, a ray of sunshine struck her and I was struck too, by her mesmerizing beauty. Joy was a cute young girl. Colleen was a magically unbelievably heart-breakingly beautiful young woman. I started mowing again but my mind was lost in the clouds. I wanted Colleen, not for sex just once or twice but for the rest of my life, a life when I could hear that laugh every day and see that smiling face. Then reality set in and I realized I had nothing to offer her except myself. I wanted to finish college and go on to do something with my life, maybe using my writing and computer skills. I had no family and she, from what I knew, had a wonderful one. Her father was not only a wealthy man but also a senator who wanted to help veterans. I had seen her mother, a womanly version of Colleen, only in pictures. Her father had told me that they were older and younger but the same. I remembered the first time I saw a picture of Colleen, on her fathers first visit to me in the hospital. I was watching an opera on my old laptop computer and he questioned me about my computer knowledge. I showed him the big clunky external hard drive and my collection of music and videos and books. He asked me how I had amassed such a collection and I just smiled. He smiled too and I assumed he knew where I got everything for free. Then he showed me a picture of the four of them, mother and father as bookends, and Colleen and Michael in the middle, all dressed for something formal. I probably held the picture too long, staring at Colleen. On his second visit, right after Id tried to commit suicide, he questioned me about my family and I told him what had happened to my parents and my sister. He again showed me pictures of his family, one of the four of them dressed in swimwear somewhere in the Caribbean, both females topless, Colleen and Michael in the skimpiest bottoms Id ever seen. He also showed me a picture of Colleen in another bikini bottom taken from the side with her head turned so she was looking directly at the camera. I almost asked if I could have that picture. If that one picture didnt raise a hard-on, nothing would. When I handed the picture back, he told me that I could keep it, that he could get another. Maybe he knew what I wanted was a woman like Colleen. Was he saying look at her because you might have her if you can find the courage to live? Maybe he was. Perhaps even then he had thought of me as a possible suitor for his daughter. Anyway, after I saw her wild Irish rose beauty, I began to want to recover and get on with my life. Thats when I quit being so lackadaisical about therapy and began to work enthusiastically at recovering. As usual on his third visit he came alone and we talked for at least an hour. I was glad to see him again and he, as usual, pumped me for details of my recovery. This time, he talked to me about what I wanted to do after I was discharged. I told him I didnt really know but I wanted to return to college and make something of myself. He again showed me pictures of his family, some group, some individual, and one in particular of Colleen and Michael playing in their pool, both wearing nothing but skimpy bottoms again. He had brought a small suitcase with him and I thought nothing of it. Then, as he was leaving, he handed it to me and told me to open it. Inside were the small computer and its peripherals. He told me it was mine, a gift, a prototype that one of his companies was evaluating, and asked me to let him know what I thought of it. My attitude had changed completely before his fourth visit. I showed him some of the things I had done to the little computer and he was surprised that I could make changes to it. We talked for over an hour and thats when he said I had potential but I didnt know what he meant. Thats also when he gave me the card for a watch and told me he wanted me to come stay with his family for a while after I was discharged. I wavered about accepting his invitation and almost disregarded it, thinking that I could have no place with a family such as his. Michael yelled at me and I remembered where I was. Colleen was nowhere in sight and Michael was evidently finished edging. I had two more strips to mow before I finished. We put the mowers away in the backyard shed and walked in the house together. My torso was wet with sweat, my shorts were drenched, and Michael looked as sweaty. He said Colleen had gone to take a shower, that we should shower too, and hed take us out to lunch. We showered together and even swapped back scrubs. We were drying off when he asked me something. Ryan, this morning, when you were hugging Colleen, I watched your face and I wondered what you were thinking. Are you already in love with Colleen? No, Michael, Im not in love with her, I said. Id like to be. Id like to learn to love her and to be with her for the rest of my life. Its just too soon to use words like love. And, anyway, why would she want to love me? Ive got nothing to offer her. Yes, you do! he said, emphatically. Shes not all that impressed with money and stuff like that. She wants a real man who will think of her and make her happy. Ive already seen how you treat her. I think the two of you would be good together. I dont know, Michael, I said. I need to talk to your father about why Im here and why he said I had potential. Ive reading between the lines but I think he has something specific in mind for me. Whens he coming home? Friday afternoon. He and Mom are usually here before six. Well have something light for dinner, maybe soup and sandwiches. Hell go back on the following Tuesday or Wednesday. Mom will probably stay here for a while. On Monday, he may take you to his local office and introduce you to everybody. Youll have to dress up for that. Well probably all go to church on Sunday. Are you OK with that? I suppose so, I just need to reconnoiter the territory for a while before I know how to attack, I said. Give me time. Lunch was at a local place that Michael swore had the best barbeque in town. We all had big barbeque sandwiches with fries and huge glasses of sweet tea. One big sandwich with a pile of fries was enough for me and Michael and too much for Colleen. Michael finished her sandwich. I helped put away her fries. I wanted to rest as usual after lunch. Id learned that an hour or so in bed, even if I didnt sleep, helped me get through the rest of the day. When I told Colleen, she wanted to rest too so I invited her to share the king-size bed with me. I wanted to see how a movie or an opera would look on the big-screen TV in my room and I tried to think of one that she might enjoy. I decided that The Mikado, by Gilbert and Sullivan, might be light enough for her. Shed never seen it but, when I told her it was comic opera, she approved. When I invited Michael to join us, he had an original excuse. I cant, he said. Im the lead act in a reptile show from South Florida. Ive got to wrestle a big alligator this afternoon. You might enjoy it, Michael, Colleen said. No, I wont. Ive got gangrene between my ears and Im looking forward to having my head removed. I thought you might be interested in learning a little bit about my computer, I said. Lets go, he said. What are you waiting for? In my room, I told Michael what to do and he set up my computer and the peripherals. Before I awakened Alexander, I decided to tell him about one of the peripherals and what could be done with it. Michael, my external hard drives are two terabytes each and thats a hell of a lot of storage space. I could put more books on one than you could read in a lifetime, more pictures than you could look at in months, and more audio and video files the same. They cost less than $100 each. You could get yourself one or two and your files can be encrypted so nobody else can see them. You could have an enormous porn stash. Are you going to help me? he asked, grinning from ear to ear. Yes, on one condition. What? You must tell your father everything I help you with and give him the password so he can access it. Why? Because youre a minor child, whether you like it or not, I said. I know youre horny as hell all the time and you jack off probably once or twice every day. Ive been there and done that too. In fact, now that Ive about recovered, Ill probably be jacking off just as much. Theres a lot of harmful crap on the internet. Your father should know what youre doing on it. He must approve. He wouldnt approve, he said, frowning. He might, I said. If youre honest with him, if you give him the passcode, if you just download videos portraying normal sex, and if I help you. With his approval, Ill act as your big brother and keep you away from the weird and sick stuff. Wanting to see a man and a woman having sex is perfectly normal and I think its probably good for young guys like you. What do you think, Colleen? he asked. Michael, I like to look at naked men, alive or in videos, she said. I like to see beautiful young men and women doing normal stuff too. Ryans right about so much internet porn showing stupid harmful stuff. Ive seen one where the guy pulls out just before he comes and the girl opens her mouth and catches his semen on her tongue. Just dont ever expect me to do shit like that. I wont, I said. The laptop downstairs is mine and the desktop is Colleens, Michael said. I could buy me an external hard drive and put stuff on it; couldnt I? How do you keep it hidden? Theres free encryption software thats easy to use. You can encrypt all or part of the drive and then use a passcode to get into it. Thats what I do with all of mine. Everything? Yes, I get the music and videos for free but Im not supposed to do it. I dont want just anybody to know Ive got my collection. Ive got a section of my external drives thats double encrypted and thats where I keep my diary and the stuff I write about. Someday, I want to write a book using it. You mean I could get everything for free? Yes, there are places on the internet where people post everything you can imagine, I said. Ill help you if youll do just what I say. Dad must know what youre doing and approve, Michael, Colleen said. What do you mean, double encrypted? he asked. First, I encrypt the external hard drive. It takes quite a while but I do it at night. Then I open that encrypted drive and create another encrypted drive inside the first one. I dont think the NSA could get into my files. Are you ready to watch The Mikado? If I have to, he said, grinning again. OK, take this dongle and plug it into the USB port on the side of the TV. Ill start the opera and it will show on my computer and on the TV. I just hope the resolution is good enough to watch. I asked Alexander to please start The Mikado. Colleen and I settled down in bed together, both propped on pillows. Michael stood for a while, watching, and then crawled in bed on the other side of me. A few minutes into the opera, he was laughing and questioning me about it. I stopped the opera after the first act so we could all stretch and have a tea-pee. When we resumed, Colleen did something I liked. She turned on her side, put her head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest, and her leg over one of mine. I looked at Michael and he just grinned and shook his head. I turned so my mouth was near her ear and whispered. Are you feeling OK, I mean, with your period, the cramps? Is the first day or two the worst for you? Im OK right now, she whispered. Theyre usually worse later in the day. Maybe we could swap Tummy Butter massages tonight. Id like that, I whispered My scars hurt the worst then too. She probably knew I was lying. She snuggled up closer to me and giggled. When The Mikado was over, I asked Michael if he liked it well enough to watch The Pirates of Penzance next time. He sneered but then he said Aaahhh, maybe. He paused, said, Yeah, and quickly disappeared. Colleen helped me pack my computer away again. I didnt know what was next on the agenda but I thought of something I wanted to do. Colleen, would you get back in bed with me? I asked. Would you hold me for just a minute or so? She smiled, crawled back in bed, turned on her back, and held out her arms to me. I stood looking at her for just a moment and then scuttled in from the foot of the bed. I wanted to be on top of her so I pushed her legs apart. She cooperated. Maybe both wearing shorts, she felt safe from my buddy. I settled down on her, my head just at her breasts, turned my face to one side, nestled it on softness, took a couple of deep breaths, and relaxed. She put her hands on my head and ran her fingers through my long hair. I was content and somehow she was giving me what I needed. When she pushed me back, I lifted up, and she pulled her shirt up so her naked breasts were exposed. I put my head back down on her warm softness and I was even more content, just to be held by her. After a minute or so, she pushed me away and we both left the bed. She was smiling at me as though she knew something and maybe I knew it too. Dinner was Italian again and I was hungry. Maybe its the one cuisine thats universally liked. I fried Italian sausage. Michael boiled the pasta and opened a jar of sauce. Colleen made a salad and finished baking some bread. It was simple enough and good enough and we all three pigged out. There was no dessert but who cares? Afterwards, I showed Michael the site where the encryption software was available, downloaded it, and told him to read the manual. He protested that nobody ever reads the manual but I insisted, perhaps just to give him something to do. I promised to help him get an external hard drive and to set it up as soon as he told his father what we were doing. I wanted him to have something to do while I did something with Colleen. She and I went for a walk in the woods again. The sun was close to setting, the temperature was beginning to cool, the woods were quiet and shady, and I was happy just to be walking with her, even with a cane. We held hands and bumped hips occasionally and talked and laughed and giggled. When she said it was time to start back, I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. She knew what I meant. I hugged her close with her face against the side of my throat and just held her, quietly holding her in my arms and wanting nothing more for the moment. After a couple of minutes, she pushed back and lifted her face to me. I leaned over, kissed her on the lips, a simple kiss between friends or maybe more. She put one hand behind my head pulled me down for a second kiss, and gave me a little touch of a teasing tongue. I shook my head and said, Thats naughty, Colleen. She smiled and we started back, hand in hand again. Ryan, this afternoon, when you wanted me to hold you, I liked it but you must like it too. Why? Colleen, my first night here, after Id had a wonderful family meal with you and Michael and your grandparents, I told you about the horrible thing Id done, killing the last Taliban survivor, I mean. Id felt ashamed of it since I did it. I told you all about the worst thing Id ever done, maybe to see if you still wanted me to stay with your family. Im not a ditzy little girl, Ryan. I understood why you did it. I was hurting inside and I almost broke down crying and then you hugged me to your breasts. Somehow that helped me and your acceptance and caring made me feel calm and peaceful, like life might be worth living after all. It didnt make you horny? No, whether you believe it or not, it wasnt sexual. When are you going to try to lure me to your bed? Im not. I dont believe you. Colleen, I think love should come before sex, I said. With time, I think I could learn to love you and maybe you could learn to love me. When youre sure you do, you will come to my bed. Dont hold your breath. Colleen, theres a song in Brigadoon, an old Broadway musical, where a young guy is pleading for a girl to love him. He sings, Come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day. When you are sure you love me, youll come to me. Ill wait for you. Youre weird. Ill never bend to you. Yes, you will. And Ill bend to you. And for the rest of our lives, I want to see your long hair on the pillow beside me at night and to see you smiling at me the next morning. I like you, Ryan. I like you very much and youre sexy as hell, she said. I dont know whether I can love you the way you want. Yes, you can. Just be patient. Who knows? Maybe love will creep in on little cats feet. As we started in the back door, Colleen stopped for a moment. I need a few minutes to myself, Ryan. If I come to your room, will you rub me with Tummy Butter? Yes, but I need to learn about your period so I can help you. Theres no reason to be so secretive about something thats so normal for women. I understand you need to change your tampon. When do the cramps bother you most? First day or second or both? From my limited knowledge, I think thats when most women have cramps. Mine are first day and maybe second. Who taught you, Ryan? Colleen, when you surrender to loving me, Ill tell you anything you ask, not matter what. I believe a man and woman who are going to join their lives together should be honest about everything in their past. I mean that, absolutely no secrets. When you come to me, Ill bend to you but not before then. Well, tonight, Ill come to you but just for a tummy rub. Thats all. Thats fine with me, Colleen. I like caring for you. I like caring for Michael. Thats just the way I am, like its part of me, caring for others. Would you let me do something with another part of you? Coleen, what I do for you is a gift, remember. I want to show you something else that can do a lot to relieve your cramps. Its something youll enjoy. You dont have to do anything for me. Well, maybe I feel the same way. I like caring for you too. In the house, she went upstairs. The light was on in the office so I went looking for Michael. He was there, playing on his computer. I stood behind him and watched him playing some sort of game. Im going to bed, Michael, I said. Colleens going to come to my room for a while so I can rub her tummy again. Would you let me have a little quiet time with her tonight? OK. Im about to whip Jasons ass. Hes the guy Im playing against. Ill go to bed by myself, that is, unless you want to rub my tummy too. You can rub it yourself, I said. I may do that myself after I help Colleen a little. Maybe you could talk her into rubbing it for you. No, Michael. I wont do that. Remember, what I do for Colleen is a gift for her, to relieve her discomfort, to help her relax and sleep better. I dont expect anything in return from her. Itll be hard. Maybe, but I know how to take care of it. In my room I was already thinking of it as my room I stood for moment thinking about how to set the scene. The bed. I started with the bed, unmade since I last slept in it, I, straightened the covers, folded them down to the foot of the bed, and plumped the pillows neatly against the headboard. Attire. I usually slept naked and she knew it. Should I put on some shorts to hide my buddies from her? I decided to do the usual, just plain old naked me, and I quickly stripped. Lights. I tried some combinations of the lights and decided on no lights in the bedroom but soft lights from the partially-opened bathroom door. I wanted to see her but I wanted her to feel secure in the almost-dark room. Music. I set up my computer, positioned the little speakers against the wall on each side of the bed, and chose the music for the evening: a collection of adagios, quiet peaceful music. Then I asked Alexander to please start the music. With the scene set or maybe the battle plan complete, I waited for her just inside the door. When she entered, I was pleased at what she was wearing. I saw a filmy short nightgown and, as it opened a little at the bottom, a pair of white panties. She grinned at me. She knew what Id done. I held out my crooked left arm, she put her right hand on it, and I escorted her to my bed. In the bed, flat on her back, she was every mans dream. I waited until she was settled and then crawled in on my left side close to her. I leaned over her, kissed her lightly, just lips to lips, and put my cheek next to hers. Close your eyes, Colleen, I whispered. I want you to keep them closed and just relax. Im going to start by rubbing your tummy again, thats all. Just let yourself drift away and enjoy the music. You know the magic word to make me stop but I hope you wont use it. I reached beside the bed, picked up the tummy butter, and stuck it under my testicles to warm it. I unbuttoned the lowest button on her nightgown, pushed it to each side, put my hand on her, just under her ribs, and let it rest for a moment. Then I started to caress her, just my fingertips, bare skin of tummy first, filmy covering of panties next, gradually moving lower and lower. I found what I expected. She had a napkin in her panties with, probably, a tampon inside her. That was a minor problem but Id long ago learned how to handle it. I sat up, caught her panties on each side, and whispered, Lift your fanny. Im going to pull your panties down a little. When she lifted, I pulled her panties down and folded them back so the dark patch of pubic hair was exposed. I lay back down, pulled the tummy butter out of its warming place, and opened it. I dipped my fingertips in the tummy butter and rubbed it on her tummy. When I felt my friend begin to wake up, I moved my hips back a little so he didnt touch her. She wanted me closer so she pulled on my hip. I straightened my best buddy and pressed him against her side. Thats nice, she whispered. For a while, all I did was to rub her tummy, gently at first, then pressing down a little, then rubbing harder. I heard her moan and that told me she liked what I was doing. So I kept doing the same thing for a while, rubbing her tummy gently, occasionally harder, sometimes really hard, and she moaned almost inaudibly. I hoped I had lulled her into a quiet state of acceptance so I decided to go to the next step. I slid my fingertips under her panties, under the pad, down until I felt the soft lips of her pussy, and then, pressing down, drew them back up over the place where the lips came together. I felt something small and rounded and hard and I knew she was aroused. I slid them down again, pulled them up, and felt her little pearl. Ryan! You didnt say stop, Colleen. If you want me to stop you must tell me. Oh, shit, I dont know. I dont know what I want. Yes, you do. I want to do something for you, something that really helps with bad menstrual cramps. I want to give you an orgasm. May I? Youre crazy. No, Im not, Colleen. When you come, your uterine muscles contract and the blood flow increases. An orgasm releases a flood of chemicals in the brain and that leads to the release of endorphins, our natural pain-killing hormones. Trust me, Colleen. I know what Im talking about. Maybe you know what youre talking about but I still think youre crazy. You dont know what youre getting into. Yes, I do. I want to pull your panties down a little more, dip my fingers in tummy butter, and rub your clitoris until you have a good orgasm. May I? OK, she whispered. Years ago, Id watched as a certain woman rubbed her clitoris by rubbing circles around over it, even with her clitoral hood hiding it. Shed explained that it was just like what I did when I jacked off, just sliding my foreskin up and down without directly touching the head of my dick. Shed also taught me how to make the hood slide off the little head of her clit so my tongue could give her a good orgasm. Id done that more than once, even when she had her period, and Id never ended up with a pink mouth. Maybe next time, Ill show her how that feels. I unbuttoned the top button on her little nightgown, pushed it to the sides, took a moment to look at her beautiful breasts, and then I lowered my head and sucked gently on one little nipple. She put her hand behind my head and moaned slightly, a womans way of telling me she liked what I was doing. With my mouth gently nursing at her breast and my fingers gently rolling circles over her clitoris, she groaned and climaxed within a minute or so. When I thought her storm had subsided and was over, I pulled her up on her side facing me, put my right leg between hers, pulled her left leg over my hip, and leaned forward and kissed her on the tip of her nose. She had her eyes closed but she smiled at me. For a while, we did nothing but lie there together, quietly breathing, our faces only inches apart. My eyes were open and I was studying the freckles on her beautiful face, thickest on her forehead, thinner on her cheeks, and non-existent on her face below her nose. I knew she was as beautiful as a woman can possibly be. She yawned and I saw her perfect teeth, no fillings that I could see, and I wondered how everything about her could be so flawless. She opened her eyes and smiled broadly at me. Thank you, she whispered. I feel much better now. I smiled back at her. I thank you for letting me love you a little and care for you. She reached down between our bodies and wrapped her hand around my rigid penis. Are you going to let me do something for you now? No, Colleen, you dont need to do that. Let me help you to your own bed. No, damn it, Ryan, I want to give you an orgasm too and then I want to sleep with you. Colleen, what I just did for you was another gift, I whispered. You dont have to do anything for me in return. She stroked up and down on my penis a time or two. Ryan, I dont want to do it in return, she whispered. I want to do it because I like to feel this thing, all hard and needing. It makes me hot as hell. If I didnt have my period, Id have you between my legs and your dick would be buried to your balls in me. Let me, please; I want to. Of course I wanted her to do it. I needed it, needed it bad. My penis had been hard since I first started with her and now it was throbbing and almost hurting. I didnt say anything and maybe that was acquiescence to her. She pushed me down on my back, moved down so that her head was just inches away from the head of my dick, and stroked it a few times. Poor thing, she whispered. Its drooling. You caused it. Its your fault. Its crystal clear and sort of like syrup. A big drop just oozed down on your belly. Taste it. Milk my dick down toward the head and taste it. Why? Taste it. Someone told me it tastes sweet. Who? I didnt answer. I waited, wanting her to take my penis in her mouth, and finally she did it. She stroked upward a few times, took the head in her mouth, and sucked on it. I groaned to let her know I liked what she was doing. It is sweet, she said. She did it again, milked my dick down, licked the head, sucked on it for a few seconds, and then stopped. Ive never given a man a blow-job, Ryan, she whispered. I think I might like to do that for you. Maybe Ill even swallow. Would you like that? Of course, but not tonight. Save that for the future. Tonight, just jack me off, OK? OK. Can you reach the tummy butter? Im going to rub your scars and maybe something else. True to her word, she rubbed my scars first, for just a few seconds and then she rubbed tummy butter all over my penis and testicles. I lay there and loved every second of what she was doing. She raised her head, cupped her hand under my balls, and lifted them. Your balls look swollen, Ryan, she whispered. I dont remember them being that way when I came in here. Its because all the blood in my brain has gone down to my dick and overflowed into my balls, I whispered. Well, I like your big balls, she whispered. I like your big dick too. Maybe Ill have to bend to you after all so you can show me what you can do with it. She wrapped her hand around my dick and resumed stroking. I lay there with my hands on my chest and let her do whatever she wanted to with me. All too quickly, I felt the first faint urges of an orgasm and I knew to warn her. Colleen, youd better move your head, I said. Why? Because Im about to come and Im going to squirt a big load in your face if you dont. Thats OK. Ill close my eyes. Just let it squirt. With her hand flying up and down, I erupted in a few more seconds. She grunted and I assumed shed got a face full. She lifted her head and looked at me. Strings of my semen were oozing down her forehead and cheeks. I felt the rest of my load wet and warm on my chest and belly. Damn, Ryan, you should have warned me. Thats the first facial Ive ever had. Can a woman be beautiful with a face drooling with semen? She was. She giggled and licked her lips. I saw her pink tongue catch a little white semen. She screwed up her face. Well, thats going to take some getting used to, she whispered. I knew my semen would begin to liquefy in few seconds. If you dont let me get up, youre going to have to sleep in the wet spot. No. You just lay there. Im going to wash my face and then Ill wipe you up. Before I could stop her, not that I wanted to, she rolled out of the bed and went in the bathroom. I lay there flat on my back, eyes closed, content, and listened to the water running in the sink and Colleen humming. She was back quickly with a warm washcloth and she wiped my chest and belly clean of semen. I need to go to my bathroom for a few minutes, Ryan, she whispered. I want to do something and I dont need you. Dont go to sleep. Ill be back and I want to sleep with you. OK? Colleen, I assume youre going to change your tampon and pad, I said. My sister did before she went to bed. Would you like me to help you? NO! Now I know youre crazy, she giggled again. Did you help your sister? Occasionally. We were very close. Is she the one who taught you everything? I didnt say anything. I wasnt ready to admit it. I didnt know how shed react when she found out what else my sister had taught me. While she was gone, I lay there and thought about what was happening to me and about Colleen and what I could do to convince her to join with me in lifes journey. That was what I wanted and needed. She returned in a few minutes, crawled in bed with her back to me, and reached down to the top sheet. I quickly spooned up to her, reached down, and we both drew the cover over our bodies up to our waist. At the same time, we both breathed deeply a couple of times and relaxed. I put my hand on her hip and waited. She took my hand in hers and led it to her soft naked breast. That was what I wanted. I relaxed and lay there thinking about my life, maybe a continuation of my ponderings while I was mowing. Ryan, youre very quiet, Colleen whispered. What are you thinking about? Colleen, you probably dont know it but you saved my life. Well, thats going to require some explanation. Ill try. First theres a long prelude. OK. Ive told you about my family, how I lost my parents, how my sister disappeared, and how depressed I was when I walked into that Army recruiting station. I was lucky enough to be chosen for Green Beret training and then mononucleosis knocked me out of that. Then I dropped back to regular Army and was assigned with a company going to Afghanistan. I had a friend, a guy as lost as I was, that I really liked, maybe even loved. The next thing I know, hes killed in a firefight. That just put me in the hole deeper and thats where I was when I finished off two wounded Taliban and then killed the last survivor. I never dreamed I was capable of doing what I did to him and I was ashamed of it, really ashamed. And what happens next? A little boy, maybe thirteen, shot me in the stomach and I went through six months of hell trying to recover. Where do I come into this? On his first visit with me, your father acted like he really wanted to help me, like he really cared whether I lived or died. I told him about the hell Id endured and how I couldnt even get a hard-on. He showed me a picture of the four of you dressed for something formal and I probably stared at it for a minute. I just felt like Id been robbed of my family and of any chance of having one with a wife. Is that what you want a family? Thats one of the things. Then on his next visit, he talked to me about why Id tried to commit suicide and even held my hand for a while. He showed me a picture of the four of you on vacation somewhere, wearing nothing but little butt covers. I thought you were the most beautiful woman imaginable. Then he showed me a picture of just you, one taken from the side, the profile of your breast showing, your hair all red and blowing in the wind, your head turned toward the camera with a little smile on your lips. I knew you were absolutely the most beautiful woman Id ever seen. All cats are grey in the dark, Ryan. If you think it was all about sex, youre wrong, Colleen. It was only a little about that. I wanted a woman to be my wife, to have our children, to go through the years with me, to grow old and content with grandchildren. Maybe thats what all men want. And all women too. Im not ready for children, Ryan, she giggled. All in good time, Colleen. I knew you or someone like you was what I wanted in life. Perhaps your father understood because he gave me the picture of you and I looked at it about a million times in the next few months. Id never met you and didnt expect to ever get to know you but I began to want to live again. Thats why I say you saved my life. That picture of you made me want to recover. I knew I didnt have anything to offer you but I began to think about the future again, wanting to go back to college and make something of myself. I had no expectation whatsoever about being here in bed with you and you holding my hand to your breast. Well, its nice, Ryan. I agree. This is what I want, Colleen, having a woman to love and to hold during the night. About a month later, he visited me again and we talked for over an hour. I suppose he saw I had changed and found reasons to want to live again. He waited until he was leaving to give me the little computer. I think he wanted to be sure I really wanted to get on with my life, to go back to college, and to make something of myself. He read something I was writing, about the guy, my friend, who was killed in a firefight. I think thats when he said I had potential but I didnt know what he meant. Maybe he just meant you had potential to live your life, Ryan, she whispered. I realized that he was spending a lot more time visiting with me than with any of the other patients. The nurses even commented on it. I had no idea what he was considering. Thats why I couldnt believe what he told me on his fourth visit: that he wanted me to come live with his family when I was discharged. Im glad he did, Ryan. Me too, but I didnt know whether I should accept his offer or not. Thats when he gave me the card and said I could swap it for a watch. I dont remember exactly when my stuff from Afghanistan was sent to me and I found the Sky Dweller stull in my boot. After I was discharged, I wanted to have a watch and I wanted to know if the Sky Dweller was real. Thats when I decided to go to your grandparents shop. And then what did I do? I fell flat on my face and knocked myself out and you know the rest of the story. Theres one part of the story you dont know, Ryan, she whispered. Whats that? Its the way I feel about you. I think Im already beginning to love you and I may want to be with you for the rest of your life. I hope so, Colleen. I really do. Maybe you were my idealized woman for months but the real you is more than I ever imagined. I think Im about the same stage as you, beginning to love you, hoping that youll be with me for the rest of our lives. What do we do now? We give it time to grow. I need to find out what role your father has in mind for me. I know hes got something specific. Im going to talk to him about that this weekend. Maybe we can then get to know each other better and make plans. I want so much to go back to college and make something of my life. Could we really take classes together? Yes, we might even have the same major. Im thinking of political science. What do you want? I dont know yet. I just know I want to find a major where I can use my writing skills. Well, right now, Im ready to go to sleep. Are you ready too? Yes. Colleen, am I the first guy youve ever slept with, I mean, really slept? Yes. TO BE CONTINUED: 22

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Fifty-Five As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Stuart Andersen, 29; Joanne Andersen, 26; Paul Andersen, 4; Kieran Lee Andersen, 4 months Kerry Stuart, 12 (almost 13) TELLING THE STORY Kerry Stuart <><><> (KERRY) I hope Dad believed me. I knew he was just kidding like he always does. He asked me if I had arranged for Stuart to invite me over for the weekend so I wouldnt have to help plant stuff on the new lot he had bought. I told him I had not and that it was Stuarts idea. I worked hard planting things with him and Mom Saturday morning. I really did enjoy it and I told him I did before I left. Stuart came after me a little after lunch. He had little Paul with him and I played with him while Dad showed Stuart around the new lot and explained what he had planned. Mom stood and watched while I chased little Paul around her. He squealed and laughed each time I almost caught him. On the way back, I asked Stuart if hed give me a driving lesson at the Freeloft center. He asked me if Mom and Dad would approve and I told him about Dad letting me drive his Mercedes. He was driving the mini-van he and Joanne had bought after they moved. He said hed show me how to drive his little sport-car, the little convertible he used to go to work, but I had to be careful shifting gears and using the clutch. His little car was almost as old as me but he loved it and didnt want another one. That was the one I wanted to drive anyway. Arials little Beamer had a clutch too but she wouldnt let me drive it yet. Joanne was in the great room of the new part of their house when we got there. She was nursing Kieran Lee and listening to classical music. She liked to play stuff like that when he was nursing because she said it made him relax and nurse better. Id seen her nurse him a few times and she didnt mind if I watched. I thought it was something beautiful to see and I always told her that. I walked over and stood looking down at Kieran Lee just sucking away. His eyes were open and he was waving his free arm around but he never turned loose of the nipple. He just kept sucking and slurping. I guess thats why Joanne sometimes called him little piggy. He was already a big boy. It was hard to believe he could grow so fast. Stuart put his arm around my shoulder and we both stood and watched. Then little Paul tried to climb Stuarts leg so Stuart picked him up and we all three watched. Stuart decided to tease me like he always does. Paul, tell Kieran Lee to leave some milk for Uncle Kerry, he said. Ill bet hed like some too. Little Paul didnt like that. He started saying something and I finally figured out he wanted his Moms milk for his brother and for himself and he didnt want me to have any. Has he had any since Kieran Lee was born? I asked. Yes, hes asked for it a couple of times, Joanne said, looking up at Stuart. Stuart said I could let him have some if Id just save him some too. I looked at Stuart and little Paul. Stuart was grinning like hed been caught doing something naughty. Little Paul was trying to stick his fist in his mouth again. I caught his arm and pulled his hand out of his mouth. He was still teething and everything went in his mouth. Did you like Mommys milk? I asked. I was looking at little Paul when I said it. Stuart knew who I meant. Stuart said, Paul, say Yeah, Unca Kerry, I like it. I knew who he meant. Well, none of you can have any until Kieran Lee gets all he wants, Joanne said. She changed Kieran Lee to the other breast. He let out a squawk and then cut it off when he felt the nipple against his cheek. He nuzzled around until he got it in his mouth and then started slurping like a little pig again. I saw a drop of white milk ooze out of the nipple where hed just been sucking. Joanne pulled her nursing bra back over that breast and then looked up at me. Stuart, why dont you show Kerry whats been done in the old house? I dont think we had the big bathroom finished the last time he was here. Youre probably right, Stuart said. That part of the renovation was a mess, especially when they were doing the floor. What was wrong with the floor? I asked. I thought you wanted to keep all the old wood floors if you could. Yeah, we did, but we wanted the big bathroom downstairs to be tiled. Plus, we didnt think the old joists would support everything we wanted. We replaced some of the joists and added extra support under the bathroom. Its all tight and solid now. Stuart led the way to the breezeway from the new house to the old house. There were sliding patio doors, double doors, on both sides of the breezeway. Both sides were open except for the screens. He slid back the screen and we went out. The old stone house was just a two-story rectangle set on the crest of the hill with the main entry in the middle of one long side. The main part of the new addition was roughly a one-story square, connected at one corner by a breezeway to the old house. In the open triangle between them on one side, where there were a couple of huge old trees, Stuart had told me they would have a patio. In the open triangle on the other side, the two old trees were in bad shape so theyd been removed. He said that was where they were going to put the pool. Let me show you something, Stuart said, and led the way to the area where the patio was going to be. He walked over to the pile of stone from the old quarry down near the river. We had more rock quarried than we needed for the new house, he said. Were going to use these for the patio area. Well extend the patio to the edge of the level area and then put up a low wall. Itll make a great play area for the boys. I can sit on the wall and watch them. He looked at the rocks for a minute or so until the found the one he wanted. Look at this, he said. Its a fossil of some kind, some kind of plant. I looked at the imprint of what could have been a cattail - a couple of leaves and then the center spike with the cattail smashed flat. It looked just like the ones that grew in the swampy area on the south side of the Freeloft property. Is it OK if I walk down the river with a couple of friends to the quarry? I asked. Id like to see what was done in getting rocks for the new house. We found a few fossils there before your Mom bought the property and Ill bet well find some more with the new rock being dug out. Sure. Maybe Ill go with you. Would you like me to pick you and your friends up some Saturday? Maybe. Its an easy walk though. We walk down the creek behind our house to where it runs into the river. Thats a good fishing spot. From there to the Freeloft property is just a mile or so. Its easy walking too until you get close to your property. Kavans going to do the patio for us, Stuart said. Im using him as the contractor and hes going to hire a crew of school kids. Ive given him a free hand to do whatever he wants to as long as he doesnt do anything to hurt the old trees. We want them to stay there for another fifty years. Yeah, hes been reading all sorts of stuff and getting ideas. Arial and I are going to help him do a plan on the computer so he can present it to you. Hes really enthusiastic about it. He loves that sort of stuff. He says he might like to be a landscape contractor or something like that someday. You think you could work for him this summer? Sure. He and I get along fine. Hes always solid and levelheaded except when it comes to Kathryn and love and stuff like that. I wouldnt be much good moving those big rocks though. Well, just think about it, Kerry, he said. You dont always have to have muscle to do things. I use a dolly and a steel pipe for a lever and that works fine. Im going to have lots of work to do around here for the next year of so. Some of it will be hard manual labor. Im going to get a bob cat and a small tractor to use to clear some areas. You could learn to handle both of them. Maybe Kavan could learn to handle a crew of kids and see whether he really wants to be his own boss. Hell do a good job for you, I said. Once he sets his mind to something, he wont stop until its done right. Thats just the way he is. Thats what your Dad says. Anyway, Id love to have you and him around. Its nice having two brothers and another sister. You know youre welcome here anytime, dont you? Yeah. Ill try not to drive Joanne crazy and wear out my welcome. You wont. She likes you too. Come on; lets look at whats been done in the old house. Stuart showed me the bathroom theyd put in on the lower floor of the old house. It was a huge room with tiled floor and walls about the same color as the rock quarried on the property. Through a door on one side, there was a sauna with what looked like redwood walls and ceiling and floor. Next to it, there was an enclosed shower almost as big as the one in our basement. Under a big window there was a Jacuzzi that looked like it would float a battleship. There were two enclosed commodes, two big sinks, and two urinals, one down low for little boys. And in the middle of it all, there was a long wooden bench to sit down. Damn, Stuart, you could put a big crowd in here. What do you need all this for? Thats not all, Kerry. Weve got three bedrooms upstairs and four down. Each one has a small toilet of its own. Moms bedroom is the only one with its own shower. Mom likes to have people around. Shes the one who suggested Luke and Rachael stay with us. Paul and Adrianna got along great last August. Theyll have lots of fun with each other. Well, Mom and Dad are going to get Rachael and the kids and bring them back some time this month. Lukes driving back with the movers. Where are you putting them? Theyll be on the bottom floor with us. Mom loves kids but she wants the top floor for herself and her guests. Lukes going to put some of their stuff in storage at the Freeloft Center. Theyll have two bedrooms just like the ones Joanne and I have. Come on; let me show you our rooms. Ill bet you and Joanne could have lots of fun playing with Luke and Rachael too. Of course, you havent thought of that, have you? I asked. Would you like me to invite you over some weekend after theyre settled in? You can baby sit for all of us while we play. Shit! No way, Jose! I like kids but I couldnt handle four at one time. Seriously, Kerry, what do you think? Joanne and I have talked a lot about what we want to do now that Kieran Lees not driving her crazy. We need to enjoy life a little more. We could invite you and Kavan and Kathryn, if shes still here. How about Arial and Brad? I dont know. It might be kind of awkward to have Arials old love and her new one playing with us at the same time. Thats something well have to think about a little. Youd better think a lot. I dont know whether Brad even knows about Luke. Yeah, well, come on; let me show you the bedrooms. Ive never been in a sauna before, I said. Do you think we could use it tonight? Sure. A saunas better in cold weather but maybe you and I and Joanne can get in there before we go to bed. I usually try to get Paul to bed while Joannes giving Kieran Lee his bedtime feeding. If were lucky, well get five or six hours of sleep before he wants it again. Stuart showed me their big bedroom and the smaller room for little Paul and Kieran Lee. I tried to remember how the old house was laid out before the renovation but I couldnt remember exactly how it was. Now they had a small toilet with a commode and sink off their bedroom and lots of closet space and I couldnt see where it had all come from. Their bedroom had all sorts of oriental-looking furniture and artwork in it. Opposite the door, there was a king-size bed that was maybe a foot and a half off the floor and I couldnt see anything holding it up. I looked at some of the pictures and they looked like Japanese or Chinese men and women. Those are wood-block prints that Mom bought in Japan, Stuart said. Joanne likes them. Mom says theyre very valuable but they dont do much for me. Me either, I said. I stood looking around trying to see how theyd turned all of the old farmhouse into bedrooms. Why did you design it like this, with small bathrooms for each room and one big bath for everybody? I asked. And where did the closets come from? The old house had huge rooms but it didnt have any closets. Yeah, that was a real problem. The architect said the old inside walls were load-bearing and advised us not to try to move them. We just cut off part of some rooms for the small baths and closets. The big bath is where the kitchen used to be. The upstairs layout is about like it is down here except that Moms bedroom area is twice as big. Mr. Jacks staying here now, isnt he? I asked. Where does he sleep? With Mom. Whats the matter? Are you jealous? Yeah, I guess so. But if she loves him its OK with me. Hed better be good to her. You remember where you slept the night Kieran Lee was born? Yeah. I remembered. I didnt know whether he knew or not. Where? I just looked at him and didnt say anything. I came home for a few minutes during the night, he said. I saw where you were sleeping. You were spooned up to Mom. Were you good to her? She didnt complain, did she? No, she didnt, he said. She said you made her feel like a teen-ager again. Shit, Stuart, I didnt know what I was doing. I just wanted her to be happy. Well, you helped with that, he said. I couldnt believe it when she told me what shed done with you and Kavan and Kieran. Where is she? I saw Mr. Jacks car outside but I havent seen either one of them. Theyre upstairs. I think theyre taking a nap. Theyre going out for dinner and dancing tonight. That business womens group shes in is having a black-tie evening. Theyll probably be out late. We went down the hallway to the other end of the ground floor to see where Luke and Rachael and their kids would be. It was a mirror image of Stuart and Joannes rooms except that the rooms were empty. We went back to the new house and into Stuarts office. He had computers and all sorts of equipment and books everywhere. He stretched out in his recliner and I took the computer chair. I spun around in it once and then caught myself before Stuart could fuss at me. How are you doing on your statistics work? Stuart asked. Do you think you understand it well enough to use a computer program to do the computational processes? Im OK. Ive got a teacher at school helping me. I got stuck a couple of times and he helped me understand it. Can I input the data on my computer at home? Yeah, thats what I planned on you doing. Is it OK if I give you a little pop quiz? Sure. In addition to height, what else about a mans body could be measured in constructing a frequency distribution? I didnt have to think long. Something popped in my head. Well, if I can get, say, a thousand guys to cooperate, its the length of our dicks. I was thinking about weight. Do you think measurement of dicks would yield a normal distribution, you know, a bell-shaped curve? Yeah, sure you were. Lets accept that as a working hypothesis. Well have to measure a lot of dicks to reach a conclusion. If the mean length of dicks is six inches and one standard deviation from the mean is one inch, whats the percentage of guys with a dick between five and seven inches long? About two-thirds? Come on, Kerry, you tell me! Exactly! I know you know it. And quit spinning around in the chair. I didnt even realize I was doing it. Its sixty-eight point two seven percent. If your dick is two standard deviations from the mean, whats the percentage of guys with a dick longer than yours? Five. Nope. Think! I spun the chair around once and then sat there and thought for a minute or so. I shut my eyes, visualized a bell-shaped curve, and went over the basics. When I opened my eyes, Stuart was grinning at me. OK, assuming you meant plus two standard deviations, its about two and a half percent. If you meant minus two standard deviations, its about ninety-seven and a half percent. I was wrong cause I was including both plus and minus deviations. Thats right. Five percent includes guys with dicks less than four inches and guys with more than eight inches. If your dick is plus three standard deviations, what does that mean? I get all the girls. I spun around in the chair once, looked at him, and grinned. He shook his head and grinned back at me. Why? he asked. If its a thousand guys in the population, Ive got the biggest dick. Ive got a mean nine fucking inches. Are you sure? Plus or minus three standard deviations includes ninety-nine point seven percent of the population. Couldnt you have a couple of guys with bigger dicks? Nope! Why not? Well, ninety-nine point seven includes all guys with dicks up to three standard deviations longer and down to three shorter than the mean. So point three percent includes guys with dicks more than three deviations shorter than the mean plus more than three deviations longer. So there are three guys with either little bitty dicks or real horse cocks. I dont have a little bitty dick. If I told you the correlation coefficient between how tall guys are and the length of their dicks is point nine zero, what does that mean? I want to grow up to be real tall. I spun around in the chair again. Come on, Kerry! It means theres a very strong correlation between a guys height and the length of his dick. Bigger guys have bigger dicks. Do you think the correlations really that strong? Shit, who knows? I havent seen enough dicks to form a hypothesis. I havent either but I dont think its that strong. Kavans dick is bigger than the mean. Do you know how many standard deviations? He and Dad are about the same, close to seven and a half inches. Thats plus one and a half deviations. Mines about the same as Kavans and your Dads. How big is yours now? Just a cunt hair under six inches. Why dont you call him your Dad? Because Paul was my real Dad and always will be. How big is your dick going to be? Oh, about eight inches if I keep pulling it. Maybe longer. Shit, Kerry, be serious. What can you say about the probability that your dick will be longer than average? Well, me and you and Kavan carry some of the same genes as Dad. Genes determine lots of things about our bodies - like hair color and height and build. Im just like Dad in all those and so are you. Id say the probability is pretty high Ill have a dick like his. OK, I guess you pass. Just dont go showing off at school with any of this. I wont. Most kids wouldnt know what were talking about, anyway. Im trying to come up with another assignment for you. Are you ready for it? Yeah, but I cant work on it until after schools out. Ive got to concentrate on school work for the next few weeks. Are you still going to make all As? Yeah. What sort of assignment is it? I want you to do some reading on sampling. Sampling what? Oh, lots of different things. What percentage of the girls in your school loses their virginity at fifteen? What percentage at sixteen? That sort of thing. Id like to raise the percentage for fifteen year old ones a little. Yeah, me too. How do you think we could find out? Well, we cant ask all of them; thats for sure. We dont need to. Suppose you asked ten girls and found out that five were still virgins. What would that tell you? Shit, Stuart, theres over six hundred girls in my school. Would that mean about half of them are still virgins? If you take a sample, what sort of conclusion can you reach about all the girls? I think Id conclude Id better get busy. I think Id better quit studying and start fucking. Yeah, dream on, Squirt. Do you think we might be able to reach a conclusion about the population, thats all the girls, just by asking ten percent, thats sixty girls? I know where youre leading me. You dont really have to ask all of them to reach a conclusion; you just take a sample. Thats right, Kerry. A sample wont give you an answer with absolute certainty. But it can give you an answer like three hundred plus or minus maybe five percent. Thats what sampling can do for you. It saves you a lot of work, finding out if girls have already been dicked. I wouldnt mind that kind of work. Me either. What if we wanted to reach a conclusion about all the high schools in the state, say one thousand of them? Would our sample have to be one thousand times as big? Youre leading me again, arent you? You want me to say yes so the answer must be no. Maybe it only needs to be ten times a big. Youre right. You read up on sampling and well work on it whenever youre ready. Now swap chairs with me. I got in his recliner and stretched out. He sat down in the computer chair, closed his eyes, and spun around a few times. Finally he opened his eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and smiled at me. Stuart, did you ever see the movie Forrest Gump? I asked. Yeah, I liked it. He spun around once more. Do you remember when he started doing his walk about? Yeah but I never could understand why he did it. He spun around again. Sometimes I wish I could do a walkabout like that. Just go off and see everything and not have to worry about stuff. Yeah, me too, Stuart said. I wish we could do it together. He spun around a couple of times. Yeah, damn school! Fuck it! I said. I was grinning and I didnt really mean it. I looked at him and saw he was grinning too. We both knew we couldnt do it. I would have liked to do a walk-about with him. Yeah, damn work! Fuck it! he said. He spun around once and then stood up. He held out his hand to me. I took it, he pulled me up, and we swapped chairs again. Maybe someday, I said and he nodded. Ive got us some nice steaks for dinner, he said. How do you like yours? Just dont say well done. I like mine big and bloody. Just singe its ass and throw it on my plate. Sorry. Joannes a little squeamish about that. Youll have to settle for medium rare, like mine. Just dont do it well done and Ill eat it. OK, Ill fire up the grill about six. We like to eat early enough to go for a walk afterwards. Paul loves to explore the woods around here. Well bathe the kids and put them down about nine. Then we can get in the sauna before we go to bed if you want to. Now let me show you some stuff Im working on. You never did tell me where Im going to sleep. I left my stuff in the big room. Ill get it and put it away. Well, I thought you might like to sleep with us. That was a surprise. Are you kidding? Whats Joanne going to say about it? She thinks it would be fun. Wed have asked you before now but shes had her hands full with Kieran Lee. Do you mean what I think you mean? Youre saying we might play around a little before we go to sleep? Thats exactly what I mean, Kerry. Joanne and I had a lot of fun playing with everybody last August. I dont think weve ever had more fun than we did that night we slept in the haunted house. Yeah, I liked that. I enjoyed being ravished. What are we going to do? Well, tell Joanne you liked it. We dont have any specific plans and anything is probably OK. Weve talked about it and decided well all just play and have fun. You really dont mind if I do it with Joanne? Youre not going to try to steal her away from me, are you? I decided to tease him for a change. Yeah! After I make love to her, she wont be satisfied with you anymore. Well, Ill just have to take that chance, Stud. Seriously, I want us both to be good to Joanne. Shes still in baby-mode and she likes lovemaking to be slow and gentle. Just try to let her take the lead and then make sure you do your best to please her. Do you ever talk to Dad about me, I mean, about some of the sex stuff Ive done? I asked. I talk to him a lot, Kerry. Joanne and I kind of like the way your Dad and Mom have raised you. Were trying to decide whether we can raise our two boys the way youve been raised. You didnt answer my question, I said. He doesnt get into specifics in anything you and Arial and Kavan have done. He told me about the weekend all of you spent at the cabin in February. He said you kids convinced him and Siobhan to quit being parents and just be kids again and you all had a lot of fun. If it was like the week we were there last August, Ill bet it was fun. Thats the sort of thing Joanne and Id like to do. Well, why havent you? Kerry, its not easy on a woman to carry a child. Joannes a great mother. She makes sure she does everything she can to have a good healthy baby. Weve been thinking more about having a baby than we have about having fun. Do you have to stop having sex after the baby gets big? No, not really, you just have to be more considerate of a woman. Dont expect a blowjob when shes got a touch of morning sickness unless you want to get puked on that sort of thing. A woman doesnt want her legs bent back over my shoulders when shes got a big belly. Joanne likes it when Im spooned up to her with bout half my dick in her. A lot of its just common sense. Sex doesnt have to stop; you just have to do what she wants to do. Do you like it then? Yeah, sure, I really do. Its always good with her. When shes pregnant, I know its my baby too. Shes the one carrying the baby but its something we both care for. Gentle slow sex is great too, Kerry. Did your Dad ever tell you about what he and your Mom did with my Dad, you know, so your Mom could have you? Yeah, he told me. Once I got over the shock, after I decided he would always be my Dad, even if Kieran is my biological father, we talked a lot. I think he got a kick out of remembering what he and Mom had done with your Dad and telling me about it. Well, do you ever talk with my Dad about it? I wonder sometimes how he felt when he was just sixteen and already a father. Weve talked about it lots of times. Just a few weeks ago, he was telling me about some of the things he learned from Mom and Dad, especially their attitude toward sex. I asked him how hed feel if I invited you to fool around with me and Joanne like that. What did he say? He just said it was OK, just to be sure to teach you the things that will make you into a good man and a good husband someday. What were you like when you were a teenager? Did you screw around a lot? Yeah, I was pretty wild. I looked a lot like you and the girls in Oregon were pretty free with their favors. I got my first blowjob when I was twelve and my first fuck when I was fourteen. I helped a few girls give up their virginity, especially in high school. Now can I ask you a question? May I? OK, Ill say May I? but Im going to start correcting your grammar too. Can I? is OK then. Did Kavan ever tell you what we did when we were at the cabin last August? No, but I know you and Joanne spent a night with him and Kathryn. I dont think you were playing Rook. What did you do? Kavan was trying to teach me something something you guys have already learned. What? Not to be so fucking afraid of touching another guy. To quit being so damned homophobic, if thats the right word. What do you mean? Are you afraid of homosexuals? Lots of guys are afraid of being called a homosexual. No. I just mean afraid of any sort of physical intimacy between guys. It was something that happened last August. Kavan saw how uncomfortable I was when your Dad hugged me when we were both naked it was right after we came back from running, me and him and Kavan. You came in the kitchen naked and Kieran hugged you. Then he hugged me. So what? Dads a hugger. He hugs all of us and it doesnt make any difference whether weve got clothes on or not. Its not about sex; its about love. Well, I wasnt used to being hugged by a guy, especially with both of us naked. Kavan picked up on it and tried to get me to relax. When we were at the cabin, Joanne and I were playing with him and Kathryn and he did something thats about as intimate as two guys can get. Shit, I dont think either of you fucked the other so Im guessing he sucked your dick. Did he? Yeah. They tied me down and blindfolded me. Then they all three went down on me. I thought it was just Joanne and Kathryn. Well, how did you feel about it? Panicked, at least for a minute or so. Then I thought about why hed done it. Hed been telling how hed grown up, I mean, being relaxed about being touched by another guy, like when youre playing king of the creek. I asked him about it once and he just smiled and said the devil made him do it. He said doing something homosexual was about as drastic as anything he could think of to make me quit being homophobic. I guess it was. Damn, I dont think hes ever done anything like that before. He said he hadnt. I hadnt either so we tied him up and the three of us sucked his dick. Except he wasnt blindfolded and he saw me do it. It didnt make you queer after all, did it? Nope. It just made everything easier after that. I didnt have any real trouble eating stuffed pussy. Whats that? You dont know? Uh, uh. Its going down on a woman when shed got a dick in her pussy. Want to try it tonight? Ill do it if you will. Fuck, yeah, Ill try anything, Stuart. Except bend over and let you fuck me in the ass. Dont worry, Kerry. Im not into little boys. Girls turn me on, not guys. I like you but not that way. Stuart, did you and Joanne ever do anything with anybody else before you moved here, you know, stuff like we did last August at the cabin? No, not really, not after we married. I met Joanne my last year in college and we got married while I was in grad school. I calmed down a lot then, maybe too much. I think I paid too much attention to getting my doctorate and not enough to my wife. Im doing my best to put her first in my life again. Thats the sort of thing I talk to Kieran about, how to make a really good marriage. Id like mine to be like his. Yeah, I hope mine is too. Mom and Dad seem like they really love each other. Do you think Moms beautiful? Yes, Kerry, she is. Shes unusual. That red hair of hers is really something. Some women might not like to have freckles on their cheeks and nose and forehead but theyre part of her beauty. And then the stuff most people never see, boy, the first time I saw her naked, I couldnt believe it. Later, I told Kieran he was a lucky son of a bitch and he just smiled and said he thought so too. I like to look at her face when she doesnt know Im watching her, I said. She almost always looks happy and that just makes her more beautiful. I know what you mean, Stuart said. A couple of days after I first met her, I was watching her, looking at her face, thinking about how beautiful she was, and she looked up and caught me. Her eyes lit up and she got just a little bit of a smile and then she puckered up her lips and acted like she was throwing me a kiss. It was really something. Do you... I started, and Stuart cut me off. Kerry, are you going to keep asking me questions or are we going to get to work? OK, well work. But dont forget youre going to show me how to eat a stuffed pussy tonight. We worked together for a couple of hours on his research. He explained what he was trying to do and I understood some of it. He asked me to replicate some stuff hed done, entering it into the program on his computer. We came up with the same results and he seemed pleased that hed done it right. He wasnt fooling me. He knew hed done it right. He just wanted to see if I could. Joanne nursed Kieran Lee again just before we ate so hed be peaceful and let her enjoy her dinner. I offered to help Stuart but he said I would be enough help if I just kept little Paul out of trouble. I picked him up and we watched Kieran Lee getting his dinner for a few minutes. Then I carried him outside and we watched Stuart grill the steaks. When we ate, I put little Paul in his high chair next to me so I could help him. He wanted me to cut up his steak and then he tried to use his fork. Sometimes he got it in his mouth that way; sometimes he just used his fat little hand. Mr. Jack and Ms. Lauren came in the kitchen while we were eating. He was in a tuxedo and she was in an evening gown, and, boy, they were really something to look at. Mr. Jacks salt and pepper beard was short and neat but his hair was still long and combed back. He was tall, probably taller than Dad, and just as slim. He looked like some character out of an old movie. Ms. Lauren was just as elegant. She looked taller and I saw she had on what Mom calls medium heels. Her gown looked pretty damn expensive and it was perfect on her. I told Mr. Jack I wished I had a tux and could take Ms. Lauren dancing. He said he heard Id already danced with her. I wasnt sure whether he really meant dancing since I didnt know what Ms. Lauren had told him. I just said I liked dancing, especially with her. He said maybe they could rent me a tux and then let me go with them the next time they went. After they left, Joanne asked me whether I would really like to go to a dance like that or whether I was just being nice. I didnt have to think about it; I told her Id love to get a tux and go dancing if I could get me a girl or borrow somebody elses. After we cleaned the kitchen, we all went for a walk in the woods. Stuart put Kieran Lee in his papoose carrier and little Paul walked most of the way by himself. Stuart was clearing a trail that looped around the crest of the hill. Part of the trail followed an old roadbed and it was easy walking. When little Paul got tired, I carried him for a while and then Joanne took a turn. When we got back to the house, we all went in the great room of the new house. The evening sun was pouring in through the window wall. I knew the glass was treated to keep out the heat and the glare but the room was almost too warm and too bright. Stuart had showed me how to use the control system to adjust everything and he handed me the remote. I guess he thought I was going to play with it but I fooled him. I lowered the blinds right the first time and adjusted them to cut out most of the light. Then I turned on the ceiling fans and set them to low. When I handed the remote back, he just nodded and smiled. In front of the stone fireplace, there were two big leather couches facing each other, separated by an oriental rug with a big coffee table on it. Stuart and I moved the table so little Paul would have room to play. Joanne sat down on one of the couches and put Kieran Lee down on the cushion beside her. Stuart and I took the other couch and little Paul started running around and yelling. We all just sat and watched him for a while. When he came to me saying Naky time, trying to take off his shirt, I looked at Joanne and she nodded. I pulled his shirt up and off, sat him in my lap while I took off his sneakers and socks, then stood him up and pulled his shorts and briefs off. He grabbed my hand and started saying, You too, Unca Kerry. I looked at Joanne again and she just smiled and nodded again. I hadnt seen her naked since last fall, before the baby started making her belly big. Wed already started being nudies around our house again now that the weather was warm. I didnt know whether the Andersens were going to be nudists too but I wanted to get naked and play with little Paul. He was trying to untie the laces on my sneakers so I just heel-toed them off and then zipped off everything else. I got little Paul down on the rug, started wrestling with him, and had him laughing and screaming in just a minute or so. I blew some big wet bubbles on his fat little belly and he loved it. I looked at Joanne and Stuart to see whether it was OK and they were smiling. Joanne was holding Kieran Lee in her lap so he could watch us too. He was waving both arms and he looked like he was grinning at me. Paul attacked me and I let him pin me down so he could blow bubbles on my stomach. Then Stuart stood up and stripped and got in on the fun. Little Paul and I ganged up on him and blew bubbles on his stomach while he pretended to fight us off. Stuart made me get on hands and knees and give little Paul a ride on my back. Then he showed me how he did leg lifts lying on his back while Paul was straddling his ankles and holding on to his calves. I tried it too but I couldnt lift him more than a couple of times. I wish Lauren was here so she could see what you three naked jay birds are doing on her oriental rug, Joanne said when we stopped to rest for a minute. If you make Paul pee on it, you can pay to have it cleaned. I looked at the rug. It was beautiful but it looked a little worn already and I couldnt see why she would care that much. She saw me looking at the rug. Its a very expensive oriental rug, Kerry, she said. Its very old and rare and a lot of museums would love to have it to display. Then why does she have it on the floor? I asked. Because thats the way Mom is, Stuart yelled. Then he grabbed me and wrestled me down again and little Paul piled on us. We played for a while longer, until it was almost dark in the room. Joanne made us stop and we all went in the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream. Little Paul fed himself and got it all over his face and belly. Kieran Lee started fussing so Joanne opened her shirt, lifted her nursing bra, and stuck her nipple in his mouth. Stuart and I sat and watched her while she ate a big bowl of ice cream and Kieran Lee nursed. I started getting a hard-on watching her so I pushed my dick down, crossed my legs on it, and then finished off my ice cream. Joanne saw what I did and she just smiled. When we finished, we all went over to the old house to get ready for bed. Joanne took Kieran Lee to the boys room to change his diaper while Stuart and I took little Paul to the big bathroom for a shower. He was used to me giving him a bath and he loved it because I played with him. I scrubbed him all over except for his dick while Stuart watched. You missed something, Stuart said. Uh uh, watch this, I said. I soaped up the washcloth real good and handed it to Paul. Wash behind your ears, Buddy, I said. He leaned over so he could see over his belly, pulled his foreskin back with one hand, and washed his dick with the cloth in the other. He popped a boner about as quickly as I do and then looked up at me and Stuart with a big grin on his face. He handed the cloth back to me You do it too, Unca Kerry. He and Stuart watched me do it too. I stopped before my dick stood straight up like his. I started to rinse the cloth but Paul stopped me. Dad do it too, he insisted, giggling. I passed the cloth to Stuart and he washed behind his ears while Paul and I watched. His dick didnt stand up either but it filled out some. Well, I guess it makes sense now, Stuart said. I wondered why he kept saying something about washing behind his ears when I washed under his foreskin. I didnt know where the hell hed learned that. Yeah, I taught it to him, I said. Grandpa Stuart taught it to Dad and Uncle Alan. When they were little hed tell them to wash behind their ears and they knew he meant to skin their dick back and scrub it. Dad used to say the same thing to me and Kavan. Well, I guess we can teach Kieran Lee the same thing, cant we, Paul? Paul giggled and said, Yeah. Stuart started to turn the shower off but I stopped him and asked him if he wanted a back scrub. Whose back have you been scrubbing, Squirt? he asked. Kavans and Dads. We always did it when we were growing up. Lots of times when we showered together wed do it for each other. We still do it sometimes. Well, any time you shower with me, you can do mine for me. Joanne does it sometimes but we dont get to shower together much lately. Just do like Dad did with me and Kavan. Shower with little Paul and Kieran Lee and you can teach them to do it. This shower is big enough for a bunch of people. Yeah, I like that big shower youve got in your basement. I especially liked the way we all showered together last August. Thats why I made this one so big. Grandpa Stuart has a big one in his basement too. He and Dad and Uncle Alan used to shower together. Thats why Dad put in a big one for us when we bought the house. I scrubbed Stuarts back and then I braced my hands on the wall so Stuart could do me. He was too easy with the soapy cloth and I had to tell him to rub harder, like I did. Little Paul watched us and then he put his hands against the wall so we could do his back. Afterwards Stuart sat him on the counter and brushed his hair and then brushed his teeth. I got my bag and did my own hair and teeth. Stuart did his too while little Paul waited, watching us. When we finished, Stuart put him down on the floor. He ran over to the urinals, to the lower one, and then turned and looked at Stuart. Come on, Dad, he said. Lets pee. Let Unca Kerry do it with you tonight, Stuart said. I did it with him while Stuart leaned back on the counter and watched us. Little Paul did a pretty good job and peed in the urinal most of the time. He missed a little when he looked up at me doing it. We all went in Stuart and Joannes bedroom so little Paul could get his goodnight kiss. Joanne was on the bed playing with Kieran Lee. Stuart picked Paul up and held him over for his kiss. Then I took him to his own bedroom so I could read to him. He picked out two books for me to read but he was asleep before I finished the first one. When I went back to the other bedroom, all the lights were out except for a little one on the chest opposite the bed. Stuart and Joanne were both sprawled out naked on the king-size bed propped up with pillows. Joanne had her ankles crossed so I couldnt see much except some dark hair. Kieran Lee was asleep between them but his mouth was still sucking. I didnt really know whether they wanted me to sleep in the bed with them or maybe sleep somewhere else. The bed was big enough for three but I didnt know whether they wanted me in the middle like Kieran Lee or maybe Joanne would be in the middle. Joanne held up one finger to her lips so I knew to be quiet. Then Stuart picked up Kieran Lee and took him to the boys bedroom. Joanne patted the mattress beside her and I knew she meant it was OK for me to get in their bed. I crawled in at the foot of the bed and sat down cross-legged. I didnt want to be in Stuarts place when he came back. Were trying to get the boys used to sleeping in the same room, Joanne said. Kieran Lee usually wakes up once during the night now. Sometimes Stuart goes and gets him for me. I nurse him here in the bed and then put him back down. If you sleep with us, we might wake you up. Is it really OK for me to sleep with you and Stuart? I asked. When I asked him where I was going to sleep, he said we might all fool around a little and then Id sleep with you and him. Is it really alright with you too? Yes, its OK with me, Kerry, she said. Stuart and Ive talked about it and we both think it would be fun if just once in a while we could play like we did at the cabin. Well, what am I supposed to do? Ive learned a lot about sex already but She cut me off. Dont worry about it, Kerry. We dont have a program planned. We just thought it would be nice to relax and enjoy being with each other. I imagine you and Stuart will think of something to do with me. He always does. I think I know a couple of things you might enjoy. I was about to ask what when I felt Stuarts hands on my shoulders. I hadnt even heard him come back in the room. Show him what we did last weekend, Honey, Stuart said. Joanne uncrossed her ankles, moved her legs apart, and then spread them wide with both legs raised and knees bent. I could see her pussy and everything but I didnt know what Stuart meant. I looked up at Joannes face and she was smiling at me. Stuart rubbed my shoulders and pulled me back against him. I could feel his thighs and dick against my back. Do you like it? he asked. I looked back down at her pussy again. It was all neat and looked like I knew it was supposed to but I still didnt know what Stuart meant. Her pubic hair was almost black and neat and short. Underneath that I could see the soft mound that curved back between her legs and then split. At the top of the slit I could see the little thingy where a womans clitoris is and then the little lips inside the mound where they stuck out a little. I could even see a little pink where they separated and maybe even her asshole or something dark further back. Well, what do you think? Stuart asked. He doesnt know how hairy it usually is, Stuart, Joanne said. Show him yours. Stuart walked around and got on the bed beside Joanne. He spread his legs and lifted them like Joanne had hers. His balls hung down between his legs and his big dick was half-hard and laying on one side on his leg. I looked back at Joanne and then at Stuart and then at Joanne and finally it hit me. Neither one of them had any hair down there except for right above Stuarts dick and above Joannes pussy. I understood. Theyd shaved down there. Shit, youve both shaved it, havent you? I asked. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Thirty-Six As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 17; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Brad Weaver, 17; Leigh Williams, 13 TELLING THE STORY: Arial Stuart <><><> (ARIAL) The last Saturday in October, Brad came to spend another weekend with us. The weather was rainy and cold and the temperature was just about freezing. Kerry had invited Leigh to spend the day with us too so Brad and I took him to pick her up. She lived a couple of miles away on another hill so Brad used the four-wheel drive on his Jeep and drove slowly. Leigh was Kerrys first real girlfriend. Hed been riding his bicycle over to her house every few days and hed brought her to our house a few times. She was a cute thirteen-year old with dark hair that was naturally curly. She kept it cut short and it looked like little ringlets all over her head. She still had little-girl hips but she already had nice little breasts. They werent bashful about cuddling with each other around us and I saw them doing some heavy kissing once. I asked him about what was going on with her and he just said a gentleman never tells what he does with a lady. When we got back home, I thought wed all be more comfortable in sweat suits. Kavan and Kathryn already had them on. Brad had come dressed in khakis, a multicolored sweater over a dress shirt, and a heavy parka. He was neat as always but I didnt think his clothes would be good for lounging around all day. I told Kavan to take him downstairs and lend him sweats. Then I took Leigh to my bedroom so we could change out of jeans and sweater. When we got undressed, she was surprised when she saw I wasnt wearing a bra. She had on a training bra but she didnt need it anymore than I did. I unhooked it and pulled it off her shoulders. She had nice breasts and I wondered if Kerry was already getting at them. She looked real cute with nothing on but white cotton panties. I wondered if Kerry was getting into those too. When we all got back in the family room, we all got a good laugh. Kavans sweatpants were a little short on Brad. Mine were a little long on Leigh. They didnt seem to mind. Kerry answered one of my questions. He walked up behind Leigh and slid his hands up under her sweatshirt. He stood there with a big grin on his face and held her for a minute. Leigh squirmed away from him but, from the grin on her face, it was easy to tell it wasnt the first time hed had his hands on her. I knew he was probably just showing off for the rest of us. Men! Just let them get their hands on you and they think they own you. Mom and Dad said they needed to go get groceries and asked if wed fix something for lunch. I knew something Kavan and Kerry liked so I said Id make a pot of chili. As soon as Mom and Dad left, I asked Kathryn and Leigh if they wanted to help. I didnt really need any help because I knew it would be easy. Mom usually kept some ground beef in the freezer. The rest was mainly opening cans. Brad followed us so I asked him to chop some garlic and a couple of onions. It wasnt long before I had everything in the big pot and sat down to wait for it to come to a boil. I liked it better when it simmered for a couple of hours. After lunch, Dad said he wanted to listen to the opera. Mom asked what was being broadcast and, when he said it was Puccinis Madame Butterfly, she decided to join him. Kavan and Kerry wanted to watch a football game that started at two oclock. Brad said hed watch too so we all went in the family room. We were all sitting around talking when Dad turned on the opera in the adjoining room. I guess the guys decided they couldnt watch the football game and listen to the opera in the next room. Kavan asked me if we could all go downstairs and watch it on his TV. We tried to decide how we could all get on the king-size bed together and comfortably watch the game. The television set was mounted high up on the opposite wall and couldnt be moved. I solved the problem. I made Brad get in the center of the bed and lean back against the headboard with his legs spread. I backed up between his legs, sat down, and leaned against him. There was plenty of room on each side for the other two pairs. Kavan and Kathryn got on our right side and Kerry and Leigh got on our left. I took Brads hands and stuck them up under my sweatshirt. His hands were cold but they felt good on my breasts. I wanted him to put one hand down my sweatpants too but I didnt want to embarrass Leigh. I didnt know if Kerry had got that far with her. She didnt object when he put his hands on her breasts this time. I looked over at Kavan and Kathryn and theyd done the same thing. We had a few minutes before the game and the pre-game activities were on. Nobody was interested that much, especially me, in who had what record for doing something, especially since I didnt even know what it was hed done. OK, what are we going to do now? I asked. Ill watch the game but I dont want to watch this stuff. Leave it up to Kerry. Lets play strip poker! Shit, Kerry, it you want to get naked, just say so, Kavan said. Oh, no, Kathryn said, its too cold in here for that. When the weathers this cold it never gets above sixty-eight degrees in here. Thats why we have a heavy blanket and a comforter both on the bed. Oh, come on, Kavan, Brad said, I thought you and Kathryn generated enough heat down here to warm up the whole house. Yeah, well, it warms us up under the cover at night but the rooms still cold, he answered. Kerry wasnt about to give up so easily. We could all get under the cover and get naked. Just pull the cover up around our chins. I decided it might be fun but I didnt want my shoulders uncovered and cold. I made everybody get up off the bed while I turned down the covers. I put Brad back in the middle and told the others to wait until we got settled. I crawled back on the bed, on my hands and knees, straddling Brads legs. I told Kavan and Kerry to pull the blanket and comforter back up over me. Brad had a grin as big as Kerrys on his face. I think he knew what I had in mind. He pulled the blanket and comforter up until I was completely covered. I grabbed Brads sweatpants at the waist and started pulling them down. He lifted his butt off the bed and I finally figured out how to get them down his long legs and off his big feet. I handed them to him and he stuck his arms out of the cover and did something with them. When his hands came back, they were empty. He still had on his jockeys and I thought What the hell! and pulled them off too. When I handed them to him, I guess he must have waved them around like a flag. He got two cheers from Kavan and Kerry. I decided I could wave a flag too. I pulled my pants down and off and handed them to him and he got rid of them. Then I pulled my panties off, crawled up against Brads chest, stuck one arm out, and waved my panties around. Maybe I shouldnt have but I couldnt resist giving Brad a little teaser. I went back down feeling for his dick with my face and found it. It was warm and soft when I started and I could get all of it in my mouth. In no time at all, it was so big I couldnt hold much more than the last couple of inches. I turned around, stuck my head out from under the cover, and leaned back against him again. I almost sat on his dick and he pulled it straight up so it was pressed against my back. It felt good back there. It didnt take Kavan and Kathryn long to follow our example, except that she let him wave her panties. From the length of time Kathryn had her head under the cover, I guessed shed given Kavan a little teaser too. Leigh was still standing on the other side of the bed with Kerry behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist. He was trying to coax her into getting in the bed with him and with the rest of us. Come on, Leigh, he pled, Ill be good. I wont do anything except hold you. I could tell Leigh was still reluctant. Leigh, Brad and Ill make him be good. If he isnt, well make him go listen to the opera. I dont really want him to be good, Arial. Its just that I know Kavan and Kathryn do stuff I cant do yet and I guess you and Brad do it too. Its OK, Leigh, Kavan said. Kathryn and I can wait til tonight if we want to do that. If Arials not too horny, maybe she and Brad can wait too. I stuck my tongue out at him and Brad hit him before I could. Its nice to have a man to take up for you. Leigh, this is Kavan and Kathryns bedroom, I said, so you know what they do in this bed. I dont care what Kavan thinks. Brad and I havent gone that far yet. And we arent going to do it here this afternoon anyway. She finally decided to join us. She pushed Kerry on the bed first. He settled down beside me and Brad and then held the blanket up for her. She crawled in on her hands and knees and gave us all a big smile. Kerry pulled the blanket and comforter over her head and up around his shoulders. Leigh showed she was just as full of mischief as Kerry. The first thing he brought out from under the cover was his sweat pants. After that, it was little white briefs and that confused me until I realized they were the low-rise briefs I had bought for Kerry. I could see Leigh squirming around under the blanket and I couldnt figure out what she was doing but then Kerry brought out one sock and then another sock. Finally, he brought out another pair of sweatpants and, at last, little white cotton panties. A few seconds later, Leigh came out, red-faced. I dont think Kerry got a teaser. The first half of the game was OK, I guess. It was kind of funny watching grown men act like they were doing something important. Kavan and Brad and Kerry acted kind of funny too. I dont know why guys have to pump their fist up and down when one guy jumps over a bunch of other guys and gets into the dead zone. I liked it better when Brad had his hands on me, one on my breasts and the other between my legs. From the way Kathryn and Leigh were squirming sometimes, I guess Kavan and Kerry knew where to put their hands too. Mom came down to the basement just before half time. She took a good look at all of us in the bed and then a good look at the sweatpants and underwear scattered around on the floor. She just smiled, shook her head, and went back out the door. She must have told Dad because he came downstairs and peeked in at us. He just smiled, shook his head, and went back upstairs. Leigh seemed embarrassed. She turned to me and asked, They dont mind? They know were all half naked and they dont mind? They dont mind, Leigh, Kerry said. I told you were nudists when the weathers warm. Wait til spring and you can go swimming with us. Youll like being naked all the way then. And she doesnt mind that were in the bed together, Leigh, I added. She and Dad have always trusted us about sex. Kerry knows what he can and cant do with you. I thought half time at a football game meant the college bands would perform but it was nothing but a bunch of commercials and just a little bit about the colleges. At least Brad could settle down and put his hands back where I wanted them. The only bad thing was that I began to feel something wet on my back. I knew Brads dick was drooling again. Men! First they drool at the mouth and then they start drooling from their dick. Kerry was whispering in Leighs ear. I guess he was trying to talk her into something because she kept shaking her head no. I dont know what he whispered but she finally asked, You promise? He shook his head yes. They swapped places. Leigh moved up against the headboard and leaned back on the pillows. Kerry squirmed around to get in front of her and flashed me. I saw his dick and it looked as hard and red as Id ever seen it. Leigh saw it too but I knew shed been feeling it against her back, just like Id been feeling Brads. He finally settled down between her outspread legs and leaned back against her. I decided to lend him a hand. I reached over and gave Kerrys dick a quick squeeze. Leigh turned and looked at me and I found her hand and put it where mine had been. Kerry turned and looked at me with his usual big grin. Thanks, Arial. He pretended to be watching the game again. After a few minutes, he started squirming. I reached over again to see what he and Leigh were doing. She had two hands on him, one holding his dick and the other holding his balls. I put my hand on hers, the one holding his dick, and moved it up and down a couple of times. She looked at me and I could see she was asking me if it was OK. I nodded yes. I could see the movement under the comforter until Kerry raised his knees up a little to make a tent. I turned and looked and saw that both he and Leigh had their eyes closed. I reached over again and felt between his legs. He had his hand wrapped around Leighs and hers was wrapped around his dick. I decided they didnt need any help so I decided to help Brad. I pushed his hand down a little more so his finger curled around a little deeper in me. I didnt really want him to make me come though; I wanted to save that for tonight. Kerry didnt want to save anything. He started grunting and breathing real heavy and I knew he was coming. When he finally opened his eyes, he caught me looking at him. He just gave me another big smile. Hey, Kavan, he said, would you throw me a towel? Leigh made me make a mess. Leigh pushed him away far enough to hit him behind the head. Kavan threw the towel in Kerrys face. I didnt make it all the way through the game. I had to pee so I got out of the bed and pulled on my sweat pants again. Leigh followed me. She found the sweat pants Id loaned her but she couldnt find her panties. I looked too but they werent on the floor with everything else. I looked at Kerry and I knew where they were. I pulled the comforter down to the foot of the bed and then pulled the blanket down. Kerry was sitting up against the headboard and had another erection or maybe it was the same one hed had all afternoon. Brads was sticking up just like Kerrys except it was bigger. Then Kathryn got out of the bed and there was Kavans boner sticking up too. I guess Leigh liked looking at three hard dicks in one bed - big, bigger, and biggest. I had to tell her to close her mouth. After we looked at the three musketeers for a minute or so, Kerry pulled Leighs panties out from behind his back and waved them around. Leigh just stuck her nose up in the air, picked up Kerrys briefs, pulled them on, and then put on her sweat pants. Id bought Kerry a package of three low-rise briefs so I could enjoy looking at him. I didnt mind if he let Leigh have one of them; it seemed like a good swap. Kathryn and Leigh and I went upstairs to the bathroom. We all had a good pee and then Kathryn and I tried to answer all of Leighs questions. Leigh stayed for dinner and we cooked hamburgers for everybody. Dad kept asking us about the football game. When he asked me who scored first, I told him Kerry did. Then I told him maybe it was Leigh. I said I didnt know how you kept score they way they were playing. I told him Kerry got her panties but she had on his briefs. Dad and Mom just shook their heads again. Leigh was embarrassed but Kerry wasnt. I dont think anything would embarrass him. Brad and I and Kerry took Leigh home after dinner. Kerry said he wanted to go in and talk with Leighs parents for a few minutes so theyd get to know him and trust Leigh around him. I thought that was wise so I didnt argue. Brad and I steamed up the windows to the Jeep while he was gone. Brad got me more than a little wet in my panties. I gave him a hard-on and then teased him about whether he could drive with it in the way. Kerry was quiet on the way back and I wondered what he was thinking about. We all sat around in the family room talking for a while. Dad asked Kerry if he was wearing Leighs panties or just wanted them for a souvenir. Kerry pulled them out of his jeans pocket, put them over his head, and said, Nobody loves me. Im going to bed, and left the room. Brad fell off the couch laughing. Dad laughed so much he said his stomach hurt. When we all stopped laughing, nobody had much to say. I guess nobody could think of anything to top Kerrys comment. Mom and Dad went to bed early like they do on most Saturday nights. Kavan and Kathryn took that as their cue and disappeared through the basement door. I made up the couch in the living room for Brad and then we went in the family room. The light over the sink in the kitchen was on and I knew that would leave us just enough light in the family room to see. I turned out the lights in the family room and we curled up on the couch together. The house was a little cool so I didnt want to take off my sweats. Brad didnt seem to care. He got his hands up under my shirt and down into my pants. I pulled his pants down just enough to get my hands where I wanted them. I decided I liked kissing him while we played with each other. Ill swap my jockeys for your panties, Brad whispered. I thought that sounded like a good idea so I got up off him, pulled my sweatpants down, pulled my panties off, and handed them to him. He took his time looking before he stripped off and handed me his jockeys. I took my time looking too. I didnt want either of us to put our pants back on so I went down the hall and got a quilt out of the closet. I grabbed a towel out of the bathroom before I went back. Brad was stretched out on the couch waiting. I spread the quilt over him and then he held it up while I got underneath it with him. I tried to lie down beside him on one side and immediately fell off the couch on my butt. When we stopped giggling, I lay down on the other side, against the back of the couch, half on top of him. I liked being able to take charge and do what I wanted to with him. With my face above his, I could kiss and tease him. With my right hand free while his was pinned, I could play with his dick. It was bone hard and hot in my hand. I liked watching his face when I slid the skin up and down on it. I squeezed near the base of his dick and milked it down a couple of times. It was already drooling and the drool was probably the slipperiest stuff Id ever felt. I smeared it around on the head and then pinched his foreskin over the end. I liked playing with his foreskin and from the look on his face he liked it too. I held his dick between my thumb and fingers, then gently slid my forefinger inside his foreskin, and began to slide it around and around the head. It was so hot and smooth and my finger slid around under his foreskin so easy. Around and around. I stopped for a minute and listened to his heavy breathing. Then I started doing it some more. Around and around. I wondered if I could make him come with one finger. It took more than one finger on my hand but my prince came twice before I let him go to bed. I hoped this was the last time he slept on the couch in the living room. It took just one finger on Brads hand, that long index finger, to make me come. I dont know how many times I came and after a while they all ran together anyway. I put his jockeys under my pillow before I went to bed. I started to put the towel full of Brads semen in the clothes hamper but, after I smelled it, I put it under the pillow too. <><><> Our trip to the Freeloft cave was planned for a Saturday in November. Id invited Brad to stay for dinner Saturday evening and to spend the night. Kerry had invited Leigh to go with us and to stay for dinner too. He said he was going to invite her to spend the night but I told him he shouldnt and that he needed to slow down with her. I was in the bathroom on Thursday night before our trip, about to shave my legs and thinking about what I wanted to do with Brad Saturday night, when I heard a knock on the door. Mom and Dad had already gone to bed and Kavan and Kathryn had gone downstairs so I knew it had to be Kerry. I told him to come in. He stuck his head in. Is it OK if I come in? I need to pee and brush my teeth before I go to bed. Sure, Squirt, come on in, Im just about to shave my legs and shower and then Im going to bed too. Can I shower with you? Please? OK, but dont get my hair wet. I just washed it last night and I dont want to have to dry it tonight. He pulled off his sneakers the way he always does, toe on the heel and pull, and then repeat, at the same time he was taking off his shirt. He started taking off his jeans, lost his balance, and put one hand on my shoulder to keep from falling. He kept his hand on me and then kicked his jeans the rest of the way off, one leg at a time. He was wearing another pair of the little white briefs Id bought him. I looked up at him and gave him a smile. How do you like them? he asked. Do they look OK? Theyre very nice, Kerry. Very sexy. You fill out the front very well. Turn around and let me see how your butt looks in them. He turned all the way around, very slowly, so I could see. He knew how he looked; he just wanted me to tell him. I put one finger on the bulge in front and stroked it. Does Leigh like the ones shes got? I asked. Yeah, she likes them. Ive called her a few times before I go to sleep. She knows Im jacking off and she says she puts my briefs on and does it too. I tried it with her panties on but it doesnt work the same way for guys. Dont you think youd better pee before you get a hard-on? I teased. Oh! Yeah, I guess I should. He pulled his briefs off and dropped them in the pile with the rest of his clothes. I watched while he leaned over with his left hand on the wall behind the commode and took his dick in his right hand. I caught him just in time. Ahem! He looked at me and then down at the toilet. He lifted the seat and then got back in position. He gave me a big smile and then started peeing. As always, this was the one thing that made me wish Id been born a boy - to be able to stand up and pee. When he finished, he slid the foreskin up and down a couple of times, shook it, and then held it for me to admire. Youve got a beautiful dick, Kerry. Thanks. I love you too, Arial. Do you know why you always pull your foreskin back when you pee? I asked. Sure, its so my dick can see where to aim. Do you know who taught you that? Who? Me. Aw, come on, Arial, Ive always known it. No, you havent. Mom used to let me help with you when you were a baby. Ive changed your diapers lots of times. We started potty training you before you were two. When we started, your foreskin wouldnt retract and youd spray all over everything. Mom said little boys were like that sometimes and we shouldnt force it back. It gradually started coming back by itself and thats when I taught you. I dont remember that. Well, you were only two and I was six. I remember. I remember Dad teaching me to pull it back and wash when wed take a bath together. He always told me to remember to wash behind my ears and I knew what he really meant. I hope I have a little boy like you someday, I said. Yeah, me too. But little girls are kinda nice too, he said. I do love you, Arial. I looked up at his face. He wasnt smiling and I knew he meant it. I love you too, Kerry. I went back to shaving my legs. Id already put about six inches of water in the tub so I eased down in the tub and stretched out my legs to let the hair get wet. I watched Kerry as he set the two-minute timer and then brushed his teeth. When he got through spitting, he rinsed and gave me a big toothy smile. I held up my pursed lips and he leaned over and gave me a kiss with just a touch of tongue. He tasted mint-fresh. He stood watching as I lathered up one leg. When he picked up the razor, I guessed what he wanted to do. Can I do it? he asked. Can you do it right? I asked. I dont want any cuts. Ill be careful, he said. He used that big grin on me. He knew I had a hard time resisting it. I nodded and he got in the tub at the other end. When he finally got settled, I had one leg between his legs and he had my other leg holding it up in the air. My foot was against his dick and balls. His dick was soft but swollen. I wiggled my toes against it a little. Do I do it up or down? he asked. He motioned with the razor, up the leg and then down. Do it up, very slowly. And rinse the razor every time. He did a very good job on my calf where most of the hair was. There wasnt much on my thigh and it was fine and soft. He kept getting distracted when he shaved that part. I had to tell him to watch where he was shaving. When he finished one leg, he ran his hand up and down and nodded. Smooth. I swapped legs with him and put my other foot against his dick and balls. It wasnt soft anymore. It was sticking up out of the water with its head uncovered. Nice. He lathered up my other leg and then gave it a careful shaving too. He stood up and held out his hands to me. I took them and let him pull me up. He turned, opened the drain to let the water out, and closed the shower curtain. I wanted to thank him so I gave him a hug. His hard-on was in the way so I just held it up against his stomach while we hugged. After we showered, he wanted to dry me off. I let him and then returned the favor. I found the lotion for my legs and handed it to him. His smile got bigger and he squatted down and squirted lotion on one hand, rubbed his hands together, and rubbed my legs up and down. You didnt shave that high, Kerry, I told him when his hand rubbed the inside of my thigh. I know but youre so soft and smooth there. I just like touching you. I liked it too so I didnt stop him. When he stood up, he picked up one of the damp towels and folded it a couple of times. I watched when he put it on the counter top beside the sink. Then he surprised me. He put his hands on my waist, lifted me, and sat me down on the towel. I didnt know he was that strong. Kerry, we dont have time to do this, I said. Were supposed to be in bed by now. You know weve got school tomorrow. Please. I want to. I love you and I want to do something to make you feel good. Well both go to sleep quicker. He wasnt even smiling when he said that. He was just looking directly in my eyes. It was enough to convince me. I leaned back against the mirror with my hands on the edge of the counter top. He looked down to see how I was positioned, put his hands on my hips, and pulled me forward until I was where he wanted me. Then he folded another towel and put it on the floor in front of me. He gave me one of his big grins and knelt down on it. Thats when I closed my eyes. He put my feet on his shoulders and then spread my knees apart. He had learned what Kathryn and I had been trying to teach him. He was very slow and very gentle. Sometimes I could hardly tell when his tongue was touching me. He licked up again and again and I could tell that my labia were separating and opening. After a while, he put his hands sort of under my butt so that his thumbs were both pointed in. He used them to pull my pussy lips apart so I was really open to him. He knew that was the way I liked it, when he could get to the sensitive part between my vagina and my clitoris. I waited to see it he would do it right. He did. He stuck his tongue out, hard, as far as he could, and used it to tongue-fuck me for a minute or so, trying to see how deep he could get his tongue in my vagina. After that, he just licked slowly and gently from there up to my clitoris until I thought I couldnt stand it anymore. I put my hands on his head and grabbed his hair. He knew what that meant. He concentrated on my clit then. He always said he had trouble finding it because it was so little but he always did. Then he did something hed never done before. He stuck one thumb in my pussy and worked it around until he got it slippery. I loved that while he was sucking my clit. But then he moved that thumb down a few inches and found my pink pucker. Thats what hed called it one time when hed seen it when he went down on me. He started stroking it and sucking my clitoris at the same time. I couldnt help it. I started coming and trying to pull him bald headed at the same time. He stood up and let my feet fall to the floor. I tried to stand but my legs didnt want to work right. He held me until my heart stopped pounding and my breathing slowed down and I could stand up by myself. Thats when I realized his dick was between my legs and pressing up against my pussy. It scared me and I pushed him back. Dont, Kerry, I said, you cant put it in me. He looked at me with a big frown on his face this time. I know that, Arial, he said. Im not that stupid. I wasnt trying to. We agreed we wouldnt do that, didnt we? Yeah, we agreed. You dont have to worry. I wouldnt do that even if you were on the pill. Id be crazy to try to do it when youre not. I know Mom got pregnant with me when she was on the pill. When you have a baby, it wont be mine. I remembered something nobody else knew except Mom and, of course, Dad, since I knew she told him everything. I am on the pill, Kerry. Ive been taking it for over a month now. Mom took me to her doctor. He looked at me and another of his smiles crept over his face. You and Brad are going to do it, huh? Maybe. About Thanksgiving Brad may have something to be thankful for. He gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. Im glad, Arial. Brads a nice guy. I know he makes you happy and thats what matters to me. Just let me know if I can help you with him. OK, but right now I think I need to help you with something. Yeah, that would be nice. I positioned him in front of the bathroom sink. When I reached for the bottle of baby oil, he knew what I was going to do. I did Brad like this. He squirted over the sink and on the mirror. Did you make him clean it up? No, I did it. And Ill clean it up for you this time if you shoot that far. But I want you to promise youll clean up every time you jack off in the sink from now on. Sometimes I forget. Yeah, sure you do. OK, I promise. I coated his dick with the baby oil and stood behind him while I jacked him off. He was just like Brad. He kept grinning at me while I looked around his side and watched in the mirror. He shot just about as far as Brad but his wasnt as white and heavy. When he finally quieted down again, I pushed him to one side and ran the water to wash his little swimmers down the same way Brads had gone. Then I thought of one more little clean up detail I needed to take care of. I squatted down and milked his dick a couple of times. One big drop came out and I licked it off. I looked up at him, swirled the last little bit around in my mouth, and then swallowed. He rewarded me with another big smile. I stood up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. You taste good but the baby oil doesnt. Maybe we should keep some olive oil in here. Do you think that would work the same way? I dont see why not. Now, would you like to sleep with me? I asked. Yeah, thatd be nice. I said sleep, Kerry. Thats all. OK. In bed, I made him turn over away from me. I spooned up behind him with my right leg over his, put my hand on his butt, and relaxed, ready to go to sleep. It was nice to be in warm and in bed with him with the comforter over us. Arial, have you and Brad done it yet? I mean oral sex, he asked. Half yes, half no. Ive given him a blowjob. He hasnt gone down on me yet. Why hasnt he done it? Dont you want him to? Sure I want him to do it but I cant ask him. If he does it, hes the one who has to come up with the idea. He doesnt know it but hes not going to get another blow-job until he does. I want Leigh to do it too but shes not sure what she wants to. How can I get her to do it with me? What do you mean? Do you want her to give you a blow-job or do you want to go down on her? I mean both. You know I love to do it either way. Why dont you do what Im doing? Just go down on her first and dont ask for anything in return. Let her decide when she wants to do you. Do you think thatd work? I hope it works with Brad. Im going to give him a good chance this Saturday night. He rolled over and pushed me over with my back to him. He wiggled up close to me, wrapped his arm around me, and put his hand on my breast. I knew he liked to go to sleep that way. Arial, sometime you put on some white panties and Ill put on some white briefs and then lets fool around. OK? OK. I like you in those white briefs. Thatd be nice. I wish I could get you and Leigh in white panties and fool around with both of you. Well, Id like to get you and Brad in white briefs and play with both of you. Would you do that? Sure. Really? You mean it? Yeah, I mean it. Maybe after Thanksgiving. Ill see if I can to figure out how to get him to do it. OK. Mom asked me to go to the outlet mall with her tomorrow night. Those all cotton briefs he wears dont stretch and they look uncomfortable. Do you think hed like some briefs like I bought you? Theyre the next best thing to nothing. Ill get you and him some of the same kind. Arial, shut up and go to sleep. OK. <><><> By Saturday, Brad and Kavan had made all the arrangements for us to take Professor Johnson to the cave on the Freeloft property. Kavan cleared it with Lauren since shed bought the property and then went and talked to Mrs. Freeloft about the cave. Shed been in it a few times with her husband and she remembered lots about it, even if her husband couldnt. Brad told Professor Johnson how to find the road leading to the Freeloft property. He agreed to meet us at nine oclock on the top of the hill where Laurens new house was being constructed. Brad said hed bring carbide lamps and flashlights and hard-hats for everybody. He said we had to wear jeans with a sweatshirt and our sturdiest boots. Kathryn and I agreed to bring lunch and we just got bread and salami and cheese at Ippolitos Deli and then got fruit at the supermarket. Kavan said hed get water from the well that served the Freeloft house and Laurens construction site. Kerry invited Leigh and Brad said hed be glad to pick her up on the way to the Freeloft property. Kavan and Kathryn left about eight oclock in his truck so they could visit with the Freelofts for a while until the rest of us arrived. Mom sent them a loaf of banana-nut bread and a pound of the coffee she likes. Brad arrived a few minutes after they left in his Jeep. I had all the food packed in two back-backs so it would be easy to carry and Kerry and I were ready to go. I offered to sit in the back so Kerry could sit up front but he wanted to get in the back. I wondered why because I knew he liked to sit up front. Then I remembered we were going to pick up Leigh. She was really cute when we picked her up. She had on boots with her jeans, a big sweatshirt, and a baseball cap. She almost looked like a boy. We drove up to the Freelofts house a few minutes before nine and Professor Johnson wasnt there. Mrs. Freeloft invited us all in to visit with her and her husband. She said he was having a good day and could tell us about the cave. Kavan and Kathryn were sitting around the kitchen table talking with him. Brad and Leigh had never met them and Id already explained that Mr. Freeloft had memory problems. Professor Johnson arrived and Brad introduced him as Doctor Johnson since he had a Ph.D. He looked like an older college student and was dressed the same way we were. We were all headed down the hill toward the cave a few minutes later. Professor Johnson got real excited when he saw the area in front of the cave. It didnt look like anything special to me but he said it was an Indian midden, the garbage dump for people who once lived in the cave. He scratched around in the dirt and found mussel shells and pottery and lots of tiny broken pieces of flint. He said he guessed somebody made a lot of arrowheads while sitting near the opening to the cave. When we went inside the cave, he said the cave was cut by the river when it was at a higher lever, dissolving its way through limestone rock layers. That was hard for me to believe since the cave was now well above the river level. Inside the cave, he found flint nodules and he said they were raw materials for arrowheads. He even told us where the flint probably came from. We explored for maybe an hour before the passageways become too narrow. Professor Johnson said experienced spelunkers might be able to go lots farther but it was too risky for inexperienced cavers. We turned around and were almost back to the entrance when I slipped and fell. At first I thought the only thing hurt was my dignity. But when Brad held out his hand and helped me up, pain shot through my ankle and I almost fell again. Brad caught me and held me up. I stood there until the pain quieted down. I didnt think it was bad but I knew Id injured it a little. Brad and Kavan made a carry-seat with their arms and then carried me out of the cave. They let me try to stand again and my ankle was still painful but not really bad enough to make me cry. They sat me down on the Indian midden and Brad told me to let Dr. Johnson take a look at it. He said hed had first-aid training and he treated a lot of the spelunkers. Brad took my boot off and Dr. Johnson examined my ankle. He said he didnt think it was anything to worry about but hed be able to tell better after an hour or so. While we ate lunch, Dr. Johnson said the cave would be a great place to excavate to see when Indians had lived in it and what their life had been like. He didnt really give us a lecture but he answered all our questions about Indians and caves and archaeology. When Kerry said something about Neanderthal man living in central European caves about thirty thousand years ago, he explained how the shells could tell how long ago the Indians had used the cave. I could see why Brad found it all so fascinating. After about an hour, Dr. Johnson checked my ankle again. He said he didnt see any swelling or any discoloration and he thought it would be OK in a day or so. Brad put my boot back on me and I tried to stand again. I could stand OK but when I tried to walk, it hurt just a little. Brad was worried about me and kept saying he was responsible but he really wasnt. I told him I could climb up the hill and walk to the Freelofts house but he wanted to carry me. I told him he couldnt carry me that far but he insisted he could. I finally gave in because I guess I wanted him to do it. I got on his back and he carried me up the hill with only a couple of rest stops. At the top of the hill, I tried to walk but my ankle still caused too much pain. Brad convinced Professor Johnson that he didnt have to stay and he left. The rest of us lay around under a huge sweet gum tree for a while and then Brad carried me to the car. When we got home, I told Brad to drive around behind the house so we could go in through the basement and get rid of our muddy clothes and boots. Mom came down when she heard us come in. When she saw me hobbling, I told her what had happened. Brad took my boots off and she looked at it. There was still no swelling or discoloration so she agreed with Dr. Johnson that it was just a minor sprain. We all had mud from the cave on our jeans and sweatshirts so Mom told us to take them off downstairs. She said we could bathe and stay in sweat suits until she washed and dried our jeans. Everybodys boots were muddy and Brad said it was best just to let them air dry for a few days and then brush the dried dirt off. We all started taking off our clothes except for Leigh. Mom could see that she wasnt comfortable getting naked like the rest of us and offered to take her upstairs and let her undress and bathe by herself. Kerry started pleading with her. Brad told her how difficult it had been for him the first time he got naked with us and how much he enjoyed it after that. She decided she could do it, turned her back, I dont know why, and took off her clothes. Id always thought Kerrys little-boy butt was beautiful but Leighs little-girl butt was just as beautiful. She was still slim like a boy and hadnt started getting a womans rear yet. She had little girl breasts too, hardly more than a handful. She had more pubic hair than Kerry did though. Kavan went over to the shower and started the water. Kathryn said she wished she could soak in a tub because she was aching in muscles she didnt know she had. Kerry asked Mom if we could use the Jacuzzi in her bathroom. Mom looked around at the six of us and told Kerry what he should have known - that we wouldnt all fit. He said he didnt care, that it would be fun to try. We tried and I guess Mom was right. Kavan and Kathryn got on the wider end side by side. Brad and I got on the narrow end and I had to sit on his legs. I guess I was sitting on his dick too but for once it didnt get hard. Kerry tried to get in the middle without breaking somebodys legs and then Leigh tried to get in the middle facing him. We got most of all twelve legs and butts under water. It was kind of nice with the hot water swirling all around. Kerry started calling Mom and Dad, telling them to come and see. Leigh tried to shush him but he wouldnt stop. Mom and Dad came and just stood looking at us. Dad just shook his head like he couldnt believe it and then left. Mom put a big stack of towels on the counter and then left too. We had a lot of fun drying each other off. Kerry did it again and, as he always says, popped a boner. He had to show it off and got a smile from all of us, including Leigh. I think she was getting a little more comfortable being around us. Kavan and Brad managed to keep their dicks under control at least part way. We all got dressed in sweat suits again. Kavan and I got some of the heavy white socks we like to wear around the house for Brad and Leigh so none of us had to put on sneakers. I was putting on my socks when I realized my ankle had almost quit hurting. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twenty-Eight As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 16; Arial Stuart, 14 (and ); Kerry Stuart, 11 (almost 12) Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Lauren Andersen, 51 TELLING THE STORY Siobhan Stuart, Kavan Stuart, Arial Stuart <><><> (KAVAN) I was sitting on the deck trying to think. I didnt know what to do. I had been thinking of her as an old friend of Dads whose husband had died. It made sense to me that all of us could help her feel alive again. I knew what Mom and Dad had done for Luke by teaching him how to love. I suppose I thought we could remind Lauren how good sex can be and how great it is to be loved. But now I didnt know. Mom was already working for her. Dad might take a job as some sort of big boss with her. She even wanted me to be a part-time employee, like I am at the landscape company. Dad always told me never to screw around on the job. When Id told him that the landscape company wanted to hire me and Kathryn for the summer, I asked if we had to stop having sex. He laughed and just told me he didnt think theyd worry unless one of us supervised the other. But Miss Lauren was different. I didnt even feel right calling her just Lauren anymore. I wondered if Miss Lauren was OK. That didnt sound right either but I knew if I started calling her Mrs. Andersen now that wouldnt feel right. I sure didnt know whether I ought to let her sleep with me and Kathryn now, even after what Id done with her Saturday night. I knew Kerry had done it with her on Sunday night and then shed slept with Mom and Dad last night. I really did want to fuck around with her and Kathryn at the same time. Boy, thatd be neat. I dont know what Id do with two at once but I guessed Id think of something. Dad did, I know. Arial had told me what theyd done. I wonder how she got them to talk about it. A blowjob from two women and then going down on both of them! Dads really something. Maybe she was old enough to be my Mom but she wasnt and she sure was one sexy woman. That face with those beautiful eyes was enough to make me stare at her when she didnt know I was looking. Her tits werent as firm as Kathryns but they didnt sag much. Her ass was smaller than Moms and Mom has a beautiful butt. After Kerry told me about going down on her, I wanted to do it just that much more. My dick started to get hard every time I thought of getting it in her pussy again. Shit! What the hell should I do? I cant take back the invitation since shes already said she was going to sleep with us. If I take her downstairs and try to do it, what if I cant get it up? Ive never had that problem with Kathryn but Ive heard it happens to men sometimes when theyre scared to do it. Mom came looking for me. Whats the matter, Kavan? I think Laurens ready to go to bed. Kathryns in the kitchen and I think shes waiting on you too. You should be a gentleman and go in and escort Lauren downstairs. Mom, I cant. I mean I want to but I dont know whether I should. Im all mixed up about it. Kavan, just tell me. Ill help you with whatevers your problem. I told her, all of it. She listened patiently. When I finished, she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. You go get Kathryn. Ill get Lauren. Lets talk out here on the deck. I think itll all be OK. When I found Kathryn, I told her as quickly as I could how I felt. She just smiled and took my hand and we went back out on the deck. Mom and Lauren were already there. Mom took charge and, boy, was I glad. Lauren didnt laugh at me. She smiled at me like she liked me. Kathryn smiled at me too. So did Mom. I felt like a fool. But Lauren didnt treat me like one. Kavan, its smart of you to worry about sleeping with me, she said. Too many men mess up their lives and hurt their girl friends or wives by screwing around without thinking. Your Mom and Dad understand what Im doing by having sex with all of you. You and Kathryn need to understand it too. If you two are going to stay together you need to make sure you understand the consequences of what youre doing. Well, I dont understand why Im mixed up, I said. I want to have sex with you and Kathryn at the same time. If Dad can do it, I guess I can too. Im just scared as hell because you dont seem like the woman I invited yesterday morning. Mom helped me out. Kavan, Laurens the same woman. You just didnt know her well enough to see her as an intelligent woman who can take charge and run a company. What shes doing now with us is sort of like a holiday. Shes been tied down with lots of responsibilities running her Oregon company and then taking care of Paul when he got sick. Right now she has relatively few responsibilities. Shes enjoying herself playing with us. She told me she feels like a teenager again. You and Kathryn just need to relax and play with her and have fun. Make sure she has fun too. Be silly and laugh with each other. You can all figure out something to do. You can be damned inventive, like getting a weight-lifting orgasm. Just have fun and quit worrying. Lauren helped me out more. Kavan, I do want you to work for me part time whenever you can. Your educations got to come first and the sames true for Kathryn. But I can use your help sometimes and I want to pay you for it. Youre the one who showed me the knoll where I ought to put the office complex, you and Kerry. You knew it was high enough that it never flooded. Kerry knew it had solid rock under about six feet of earth. You told me to stay away from the real flat area because it had clay underneath and Mr. Freeloft said it didnt drain right and he never farmed it. She was right about that. Kerry and I did know stuff about the Freeloft property that could be valuable to her. Wed been over every bit of it since the Freelofts let us know we were welcome to play there if wed just come for a visit sometimes. Your Mom and Dad understand something else, Kavan. She told me about Luke and Rachael, how she had sex with Luke and Kieran had sex with Rachael. But when they moved out on their own, your Mom and Dad have only done that with them again on a few visits. Its going to be like that with me. Im going to stay with you here and at the cabin about another week. Im going to have sex as much as I want with you and Kerry and your Dad. I might even have sex with Luke because he sure sounds like somebody thats learned to be a good lover. But after I go back home just long enough to arrange for movers Im going to come back and rent an apartment for me and Stuart and his family. I may not have sex with any of you again. Your Dad may be running the company and were going to have a business relationship. I want to stay close to your family because I feel like were all one family now. Im even thinking of getting married again. I guess I understood now. I felt a lot better. There was a lot I need to think about but I knew it wouldnt hurt to have fun with Lauren and Kathryn. I stood up, held out both hands to them, and we went downstairs. Good night, Mom, I remembered to say. Thanks a lot. Im glad I can always count on you and Dad. <><><> When we got downstairs to our bedroom, I saw somebody had put on fresh sheets and pillowcases. That same somebody had picked up all the books and magazines on the floor and put away all the clothes Id left lying on the chair. Everything was neat and clean and it even smelled nice, not like sweat and sex. The only light on in the room was from a small lamp on the dresser and I knew it belonged in Arials room. I knew who had done it. Lauren looked around and must have liked it. It was the biggest room in the house even if it wasnt finished the best. Since Mom and Dad had let Kathryn move in with us, theyd bought us a king-size mattress top and wed shoved the twin beds together for the bottom. Kathryn and I enjoyed having a big bed to play in. Lauren crawled in bed right in the middle and leaned back against the pillows. When Kathryn and I didnt follow immediately, she patted the bed on each side of her and we knew what she meant. When we were all three side by side, she wanted to talk first. That was OK with me. Kavan, how did you meet Kathryn? she asked. When they moved into the house down the street, she started riding the same school bus I rode. She looked at me, sort of asking for more. When we got off the bus in the afternoon, Id walk up the hill with her until we got to her house and then Id come on home. We talked a lot and I started liking her. I think he more than liked me, Lauren, Kathryn added. Lots of times hed stop off at my house before he went home. My Mom was always there and it was OK with her. After she got to know Kavan, she liked him too. He always had to phone home and let somebody know where he was but hed stay for another hour or so with me. At first we didnt really do anything with each other, just talked and listened to music and studied some. I really liked for him to stay with me. Lauren prompted us for more. Why did you kiss her that day, Kavan? It was like shed seen us but I knew she hadnt. Maybe theres always a first touch or kiss or something like that and you both end up knowing something. I stopped off at her house one afternoon and she wanted to go for a walk. Their house is on the same ridge as ours and a lot of the neighbors got together and cut a nature trail part way down the ridge before you get to the bottomland. All of us kids use it to play and to go to each others houses. We were walking along talking and she did that thing with her head. You know, where she sort of throws her head to one side to get her hair out of her eyes. At the same time, she looked at me with a smile that, I dont know, I just knew what I had to do. I grabbed her by both arms, pulled her up against me, and kissed her. She kissed back and I kept on kissing her. I felt like I was drowning just kissing her. I thought my heart would beat out of my chest. I looked and Lauren and Kathryn were both smiling. Thats the way it was with me and Paul, Lauren said. He was my first, you know, my first for everything. The first time he put his hand on my breast when he was kissing me, my heart acted the same way, like it wanted to beat out of my chest. You were a virgin with Paul? Kathryn asked. Was he a virgin too? Oh, yes, neither of us knew how to do what we wanted. But we managed to do it. We managed to do it so many times that first weekend that neither of us could walk straight when we left the motel on Monday morning. And you were Dads first? I asked. Yes, I asked if he was a virgin and he told me he was. He might have been inexperienced but he made up for it with lots of enthusiasm. Dad said you and Paul were the ones who taught him a lot. I asked him what and he said the main things were attitude, that you taught him to like being a nudist and never to be ashamed of anything he did when it came to sex. Would you tell us about something all three of you did together? Thats part of what I was scared of trying to figure out what to do with two women at the same time. Lauren gave me a big smile. I remember one thing we did. I dont know how Paul thought it up but I remember how much I liked it. They got together and made me have one orgasm after another. I mean I couldnt have kept from coming if Id wanted to. Thats one Ill never forget. Tell us, please, Kathryn pleaded. Kavan and I like to play. We play with Arial and Kerry a lot. Its just oral stuff and hand stuff with them. Kavan and I have fucked and let them watch. But we dont let them really do it with us. Wed like to know so maybe we could try it. Lauren told us how Paul had been flat on his back at the cabin and she had been sitting on his dick, facing his feet and leaning back, while Dad licked her pussy and the shaft of Pauls dick. Eating stuffed pussy, they called it. And at the cabin where we go. Damn, I was going to make Dad tell me all about it or else I was going to kill him. Not really - but I was going to make him tell me. I wish we could do that, Kathryn said. Id like to have some guy lick me while Im sitting on Kavans dick. Hes so big it feels like hes going to split me sometimes. If I had somebody licking my clit, Id probably come a dozen times. She got up on her knees, crawled over me to me, and grabbed my dick with both hands. It was already almost hard but when she started sucking on it, it was standing up and ready in a minute or so. She looked up at Lauren and gave her a big grin. Lauren leaned over and took her turn sucking and licking it. When Lauren straightened up, she gave both of us a big smile. We can do it like that, Kathryn, Lauren said. If youre sitting on Kavans dick, you wont be able to tell whether its a guy or a girl licking your clit. Ill do it for you if youll do it for me. Kathryn let out a big squeal and a smile. You mean, oh gosh, yeah, we could do each other, couldnt we? Lauren nodded in agreement. Whos first? I asked. Lauren decided. Kathryns first. She showed us how to do it. I stretched out on the bed with my head on a pillow. Lauren told me I didnt have to do anything except keep it up and I knew I could do that. Kathryn straddled me with her back to my face. I could see when she rose up above me and got her pussy right over my dick. Lauren held it straight up and Kathryn slid down on it. That felt so damn good I wanted her to keep doing it. She did but she stopped moving when Lauren got in position. I couldnt see a damn thing then. Kathryn leaned back so far she put her arms down and held onto her heels near my chest. Thats when I felt Laurens tongue on the shaft of my dick. I knew probably half of it was in Kathryns cunt but I could feel Laurens breath on the wet part that was outside. I could feel her tongue moving up on the sides of my shaft and I knew it was also moving up on Kathryns cunt lips. So thats how Dad had done it. Damn, it was one Id have never have thought of myself. Lauren kept doing it and I knew she was getting Kathryns clit because I knew it usually got exposed when she was stretched open by my dick. I could help her come when I touched it real gently while my dick was in her. It must have worked because Kathryn started squirming around on me and I was afraid she was going to break my dick off at the root. I guess Lauren was still able to get at her with her tongue because I could feel her licking on the shaft of my cock. There was no mistaking when Kathryn came. I could feel her cunt going into strong spasms. Damn, that was fun. I was still rock hard when Kathryn rolled off to one side. Do you want to come now, Kavan, Lauren asked, or can you wait a while longer? I can wait. I think wed better let Kathryn rest a minute. She was stretched out with her eyes closed and trying to get her breathing under control. Lauren got between my legs and held my cock straight up again. It was all drenched with Kathryns cunt juices and I didnt know what Lauren was going to do with it. I couldnt believe it when she leaned over and started sucking on it. Kathryn poked her head up about then and watched Lauren sucking me. Maybe shed just come but she still looked like she was hot for it. After a little, Lauren moved up over me and started to kiss me. At first I thought I didnt want to but then I just thought what the fuck and pulled her down and tried to suck her tongue out of her mouth. They next thing I knew she reached down and held my cock in place and let it slide in her cunt. She sat up then, put her hands on my chest for balance, and started moving up and down and around and around on my dick. I could feel my come start to move and I knew Id better stop her if she wanted Kathryn to eat her. I grabbed her by the hips and told her to stop. She opened her eyes and I guess she knew what I meant. She turned around and sat down on my cock again, getting it all in until I could her feel her pressing my balls against my legs. She started ups and downs again. Kathryn watched a while and then moved down between my legs. I guess she watched some more. When I felt Lauren lean back and hold onto her heels, like Kathryn had done, I knew what was about to happen. I was right. I felt Kathryns tongue getting at the shaft of my cock and, I guessed, at Laurens cunt lips. She responded the same way Kathryn had. She started getting carried away with it all and then tried to get as much of my dick in her as she could while Kathryn tried to keep on licking. Her pussy worked just like Kathryns too; it started squeezing all around my dick. She flopped off to one side and I looked at my dick, still hot, red and juicy all over and ready to come. I knew it was my turn. Kathryn was lying on her stomach and Lauren was lying on her back. I knew I had my choice. I didnt care which I had first because I was going to have the other second. I got between Kathryns legs, pulled her ass up in the air, and slid my dick into her from behind. She still had her head in a pillow, just her ass up in the air, while I shoved it in and pulled it out. I was right. I knew I was ready. I shoved it in a few more times and then squirted out my first load in Kathryns cunt. I opened my eyes and looked around and saw Lauren watching. I was shot, in more ways than one. After working, walking, and fucking, I was worn out. One minute Id known I could do it to both of them. A few minutes later, I didnt know if I could get it up again. I didnt care right then though. I just tried to get slowed down again and quit gasping for breath. I could see my cock, still half hard, shiny with cunt juices, oozing out its last drops of come like some dying creature. Lauren amazed me again. She got back down there and started licking my cock clean, just like it was an ice cream or Popsicle. This time she didnt come up to kiss me. She went over to Kathryn. Now I really couldnt believe it. Id never seen two women kiss like that. They kept at it while Lauren reached over to my dick and started jacking it. It took a while but it got hard again. This time, I didnt have to make anybody get into position. Lauren did it by herself. She stuck her butt up in the air and spread her legs. She turned around and looked at me. Well Kavan, whatre you waiting for? Nothing. I got behind her and stuck it in. She was so slick it was like her cunt was greased inside. It was still nice and tight around my dick though. I relaxed and settled into the rhythm and just enjoyed it, letting it build at its own pace, nice and slow. I felt it start somewhere inside as usual and I just let it go. When I felt the first spurt start traveling down through my dick, I stuck it as far in Lauren as I could and held her by the hips. She got my second load for the day. She groaned like it was more than she could hold. I remembered something Dad said about never rolling over and going to sleep when the woman I had just made love with hadnt come. I rolled Lauren over, spread her legs wide, and stuck my face right between her thighs. Dad was right. I could see my come drooling out of her pussy and down her asshole but I could also see her clit a few inches higher sticking out of its little cover and it looked clean and wet and juicy. I used my tongue on her clit for a minute or so and then Kathryn pushed on my shoulder. When I looked up, she gave me the thumb to get out of the way. I did and she took my place and started licking Laurens clit just like I had done. Damn, that was hot, watching her with Lauren. My dick started aching like it wanted to come again so I stroked it some. When Kathryn rose up and took a breather, I pushed her out of the way and got at Lauren again, two fingers in her pussy and my tongue on her clit. It didnt take long before I felt her pussy squeezing my fingers. Then I just had to do it. I crawled on top of Lauren, held my dick with one hand, and found her opening with no trouble. Then I started giving her hell, I mean fucking her with no mercy. She did the same thing Kathryn does. She locked her legs around my ass and her arms around my chest and just held on until I finally shoved my dick in to the root and squirted out another load deep in her pussy. Nobody wanted to get up and get washcloths and towels to wipe up so we all three just curled up and went to sleep. Fuck it; Ill change the sheets tomorrow. That was the last thought I had for the night. <><><> Wednesday morning, Mom had to come down and wake us up. She made me and Kathryn get in the shower downstairs. She sent Lauren up to take a shower in their bath. Kathryn and I were still in the shower, trying to wake up, when Mom came back out of our bedroom. She had all the sheets in her arms, to take them up to the washer. All she said was, Hurry up and get dressed. Your breakfast is ready. Youve got fifteen minutes to eat before youve got to leave for work. When we came in from work at twelve-thirty, Mom and Lauren were already dressed in nice business outfits. They had all sort of folders and papers spread out on the kitchen table. They were picking them up and putting them in their briefcases. Mom said, Your lunches are in the refrigerator. Youve got tuna salad with tomato and some raw veggies. You can have the rest of the pie for dessert. Ive left some money for dinner on top of the family room TV. You kids take care of it. Do whatever you want to but have it ready by five-thirty or six. Your Dadll be in by then and we should be back too. If we arent back by six, start without us. Bye, we gotta go. And they were out the door in such a hurry nobody kissed anybody goodbye. Arial and Kerry came in the kitchen about then and started taking the lunch out of the refrigerator. Kathryn and I took off our dirty clothes and threw them in the laundry room. I walked up to Arial and started to hug her. She pushed me off and said, Phew, you smell. I hugged her anyway and said, Thanks for fixing up the bedroom for us last night, Sis. I love you. We were too hungry and thirsty to bathe before we ate. The four of us sat around eating without talking except once when Arial said, Whew, is that you Kathryn or is it the tuna fish? Kathryn and I showered together and I wanted to go to bed with her to rest but I remembered Id told Kerry Id study with him that afternoon. Kerry and I sat at the kitchen table working on our homework together. Mom had got the school to let us do one course as home study in the summer. All we had to do to get credit was go to school and take the tests. Kerry was studying Sex and Family and I was studying Geometry. We both thought we already knew as much about sex as the textbook writers did. But it was a required course. We were both learning Geometry at the same time so he could help me and I could help him when he had to take it. Arial came in the kitchen, all excited as usual. "Come on, you two, Kathryn and I want to talk to you in the bedroom downstairs." "Arial, you and Kerry watched us do it last Wednesday night," I said, faking a groan. "You know you two can watch us again tonight. You don't have to ask us every time." "I know that, dear brother. But this is something you're going to want to do. Wait'll you find out what it is." Kerry and I looked at each other. I think we both knew we'd never understand women but it sure as hell was fun trying. We let Arial lead us downstairs. Kathryn was sitting on the bed, legs spread, using a pair of small scissors to trim the hair around her pussy. Kerry sprawled out on the end of the bed, his chin in his hands, to get a good view of Kathryn's pruning job. "You're going to love this, Kavan. You're just going to love it," Kathryn said. "I already do, Kathryn. Looks like Kerry does too, huh, Kerry?" Kerry looked up from Kathryn's pussy and nodded at me. "Not my pussy, silly. I've got an idea of something we can do to entertain everybody when were at the cabin." "OK, what is it? And Kerry, if you get any closer, Kathryn'll be able to trim her pussy hair and your nose hair at the same time." Kerry didn't even look up. "I don't have nose hair," he grunted. "Shut up you two," Arial said. "Let Kathryn explain." Kerry and I shut up, both now close to Kathryn's work area as she continued her pruning job. "Kavan, you said you wished we could do something nice to entertain everybody next week at the cabin. I got this idea from something Mr. Groanandhold was discussing in Music and Drama class." "Who?" Kerry said. "Groanandhold. His real name's Graunhold but he's always holding or fixing his balls when he's teaching class. Tina and I counted 27 in one fifty-minute class last spring. We hold the record for verified count now." "Wow!" "Yeah, anyway, he was talking about something that was done in some artsy European groups about a zillion years ago. Its called tableaux vivant. The audience would gather around a stage in a room and the lights would go out. When they came back on, there would be a bunch of naked men and women holding a pose on the stage. After about a minute, the lights would go out. When they came back on, they'd be in a different pose." "Were they fucking?" Kerry asked. "Mr. Groanandhold didn't say. He did use the work erotic so that must mean somebody was getting horny from looking at it. Anyway, I went to the Research Center and looked it up on the computer. I learned that it was sorta simulated sex and it was done to music and considered very risqu." Whats risky about it? Kerry asked. Nobodys gonna get hurt when theyre just holding still. Now if they start moving, Lady Jane might get her cunt filled by somebodys John Thomas. Lady Jane? John Thomas? squealed Arial. Kerry, what the fuck have you been reading? Oh, just stuff. Wanna read it when I get through with it? Yeah. Lemme finish, you two, said Kathryn. After that I went to Miss Purifoy, who teaches music classes. I asked her if she knew of some music that would be good in a Romeo and Juliet movie, not that Russian guy but somebody else, somebody that wrote beautiful sensuous music. Stuff that'd be good background music when Romeo and Juliet were doing it. She said she knew just the sort of music I meant. Said if I'd come back the next day, she'd bring in a CD with the music on it and we'd play it and she'd explain it. I found her after school the next day. She had this CD of something by a guy named Delius. It was an opera called "A Village Romeo and Juliet. Opera, I groaned, No way, Kathryn, I'm not going to try to sing that shit. Fuck that. Exactly, Kavan. You and I are going to fuck that. Huh?" There's an intermezzo in the opera called 'The Walk to the Paradise Garden.' This young couple just walks together and they don't exactly do it but you know that's what they're gonna do. Miss Purifoy pointed to a quote about the intermezzo that said 'Audiences cannot help but be moved by the sheer emotion of this music.' Yeah, I said, I can just picture Miss Purifoy now with Music To Masturbate By playing away while she diddles herself. Anyway, the whole intermezzo is just under ten minutes long. We could do ten tableaux vivant, hold each for 20 seconds, and have 40 seconds of dark to get to the next pose. We could record the music and Kerry could play it for us. We'd have to choreograph this part very carefully. Just posing, huh? I asked. No fucking. That's just the first half, Kavan. That's the foreplay. After that we'll give them the real thing. And we won't have to rehearse that part. We'll show them a good fuck while they're listening to Ravel's Bolero. Is that the music from the old movie with Bo Diddley? Kerry asked. Bo Derek, Kerry, you dork, Arial squealed again. She was always squealing something. She stuck her tongue out at him. She was always sticking her tongue out at somebody. And we show them about ten minutes of foreplay and then about ten minutes of real fucking? I asked. Kathryn and Arial nodded up and down, both excited with shining eyes and open mouths. Damn, I like it. I really do. I said. I'll let Dad know we want to do something. No specifics, so it'll be a surprise to everybody. Shit, this is gonna be fun. Good, Kathryn said, Now somebody check me out to see whether Ive got my hair short enough so they can see. And then I need somebody to shave me, just sort of neaten up my briar patch. Me! Me! Kerry flipped down to the end of the bed and got on his knees. He grabbed Kathryns legs and pulled her into position, her feet just on the bed with her knees in the air and her thighs spread. He leaned forward until his mouth was just at Kathryns pussy. He stuck out his tongue and licked her while saying Cab you see er cut? Her cunt hair was short enough. I could see everything. You can stop now, Kerry. He didnt stop. I watched as he pulled her pussy lips apart and licked all the pink. I watched some more while he slid his index finger in her. You can stop now, Kerry. You can finish after you shave her. That got his attention. He rose up and looked around. Wheres the shaving cream and razor? Arial had them ready but she was pouting. Its not fair. Why does she get to have all the fun? I thought she meant the tableaux vivant. Huh? I thought you didnt want to let anybody fuck you yet, Arial. I thought you were saving it for Luke. I knew that was the wrong thing to say as soon as it slipped out of my mouth. Her eyes started tearing, her face got red, and her lips started quivering. I didnt mean that, she whimpered. I tried to hug her but my hard-on bumped against her and she slapped it to knock it away. Im sorry, Sis, that was a shitty thing to say. What did you mean? We all want you to have fun too. We love you. You know we do. Just cause Im not going to show off for the crowd doesnt mean I wanna stay bushy. I want to trim mine and shave down there too. I think you need to do it too, Kavan. We dont need to be as smooth as Kerry but we all could use a little trim and shave before we go to the cabin. I looked down. It was a nice red bush. Never been trimmed. I pulled my dick and balls to first one side and then the other. Lots of red sprawl there too. I felt back further. Yeah, lots of red hair all the way back to my asshole. We dont have to shave back there, Kavan, Kathryn said. Theyre gonna be looking at your dick, not your asshole. I looked around and grinned. OK, lets do it. A half hour later, Kathryn was sporting a short dark patch of curly hair on the mound just above her cunt and she was so clean below you could see her pussy lips with no trouble. Arials little patch of blonde silk didnt hide anything. I hadnt had to shave much down there on her because there wasnt that much to begin with. Kerry said I should be proud of my tonsorial talents. When he explained what it meant, I was. I liked my red bush in full bloom but I had to admit it looked better trimmed down. It made my dick look longer and I liked that. I liked the feel of my smooth balls too. Thats the part I was afraid to let them shave. Kathryn and Arial were slow and careful. The warm wet towel they put on my balls to make them relax probably helped. Kerry hadnt really needed any trimming or shaving but I figured hed enjoy it if Kathryn shaved his balls. I whispered to her to do it and she just smiled at me and did it. Kerry, stick your finger out, I said. I held out my hand with my index finger extended and slightly curled. He held out his the same way and I locked my finger with his. I stuck out my tongue and wiggled it. He knew what I meant. He stuck out his and wiggled it too. Would you mind doing Kathryn for me, Squirt? Im going to be busy making sure Arial has some fun. I could use your help. They both had lots of fun. Kathryn made Kerry yell when she pulled his hair. I made Arial squeal when I used Dads favorite trick on her, one finger in her cunt and curled up while sucking on her clit. I was really glad Dad had taught me to do that one. We let them rest for a while. We all sprawled out on the king-size bed and talked about the trip to the cabin and what itd be like with everybody there at once. My dick was still hard but I wasnt worried about it. I knew Kathryn would do something about it now or later tonight. Kerrys was still hard too and he wanted somebody to do something about it. He lay back on the pillow with his hands behind his head and a big smile on his face. Sure would be nice if somebody jerked me off or gave me a blow-job, he hinted. Arial gave her usual sigh of exasperation. Ill jerk you off, Squirt. Just dont ask me for a blowjob. I still dont believe you can come yet but Im not taking any chances. Arial, you might as well learn to do it, Kathryn said. If Luke wanted a blow-job, would you let him come in your mouth? I was afraid Kathryn would make her start crying by mentioning Luke again. We all knew she wanted him to get her cherry. I dont know, Kathryn, she answered. Ive never let anybody come in my mouth. Its just so gross. I dont see how you can swallow that stuff. Yeah, well our pussies are gross too and you didnt mind when Kavan had his tongue in it, Kathryn said. He and Kerry are just like your Dad. They all like licking pussy and Im glad they do. Looks like you could learn to give somebody a good blowjob. Yeah, Arial, you could start with me, Kerry said. Sometimes I squirt a little now but sometimes I dont. Specially after Ive done it a few times. Ive jacked off twice so far today. I probably dont have much left. Yeah, Arial, start with Kerry, I said. Even if he does come a little, you dont have to swallow it. Do like Dad says. You can spit it out. You can swallow it. Or you can give a guy a kiss with it. Ill let you kiss me with it. Kerry will too. We all waited to see what she was going to decide. She crawled over to Kerry and started playing with his hard-on. It was still just as stiff as it had been since we started playing barbershop. She slid the skin up and down on his dick and kept looking at it. Kathryn and I moved back and watched. Kathryn grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I grabbed her hand and held it. I wanted pussy, not hand. She finally leaned over Kerry. Her long blonde hair fell down and we couldnt see anything. Kathryn leaned over and flipped Arials hair so it was on the other side of her head. Arial had her mouth on Kerrys dick. I knew she knew how to do it cause shed watched Kathryn sucking me. She started doing it just like Kathryn does, moving her hand up and down on the shaft while she sucked on the head. Kathryn leaned over and whispered in my ear. Look how much bigger Kerrys dick is now. Last Christmas when she wrapped her hand around it, there wasnt enough sticking out to suck on. She was right. Squirts dick was bigger, a lot bigger. I guessed he was going to take after Dad too. I just hoped it wasnt going to get bigger than mine. Arials head was bobbing up and down on Kerrys dick and he was hanging onto the bed sheet to keep from taking off. I could see his balls draw up just like mine and I figured Arial was about to get something in her mouth. Maybe, if Squirt hadnt already shot his wad for the day. He started grunting Gonna come, gonna come, and then went stiff. I mean all over, not just his dick. Arial just kept her mouth over his dick. When he finally relaxed, Arial straightened up. She had her mouth closed and she was smiling. I wondered if she had a mouthful. She did. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue at Squirt. I could see some stuff on her tongue and it sure didnt look like saliva. Now I wondered what shed do with it. I wasnt sure I wanted my sister to kiss me with my brothers come in her mouth. I didnt have to worry. She closed her mouth and swallowed. She gave us all a big smile and then stuck out her tongue again and let us all look. It looked clean this time. Thanks, Luke, she said, you taste good. I wondered if shed really been pretending it was Luke while she was sucking Kerry. We took another break while Kathryn and Arial talked about how come tasted and whether they liked it or not and some other shit I didnt care about. I still had a hard-on and it was aching. I was thinking about what Id done to Kathryn and Lauren last night here in our bedroom. I started playing with my dick like I was jacking off and Kathryn finally noticed. She reached over and made me stop. Arial, have you and Kerry ever seen somebody get it from the rear? Would you like to watch me and Kavan do it that way? I knew they would. She didnt ask me but she knew I would too. She got on her hands and knees and I got behind her. Her pussy lips were open and I knew she was ready. I was too. My dick was drooling again. Leaving pecker-tracks. When Id asked Dad about it dripping like that, he told me what it was. Said he did it all the time. I guess Im just like him. Arial got on one side of us and Kerry got on the other. I was ready to show them. I rubbed the drool around the head, put it in position, grabbed Kathryn by both hips, and slid it in to the bottom without stopping. She grunted. I pulled it out and slid it back in. She grunted again. I decided that was the way to do it so I kept on doing it. Arial got down so she could see us from below. She reached up with one hand and tried to keep my balls from swinging, so she could see, I guess. Kerry got up so he could watch from above. I tried to be careful so he could see my dick sliding in and out of Kathryns pussy as well as I could. I had built up a full load since last night, about twenty hours worth, and I was ready to give it to Kathryn. I shut my eyes and let my dick take over. It didnt take much longer. I felt it start back behind my balls so I shoved my dick in all the way and let it all squirt out somewhere inside Kathryns cunt. I held on to her hips so she couldnt get away and waited until all the squeezing stopped. I couldnt tell whether it was me squeezing or her. I flopped down on the bed on my back and Kathryn fell down on her stomach. I looked at Arial and then at Kerry. Good show, Kavan, you and Kathryn are going to wow the crowd, Arial said. Yeah, good job, Bro, keep rehearsing, Kerry said. <><><> (SIOBHAN) Wednesday night, the kids all looked nice and clean when Lauren and I came in about five-thirty. They looked like theyd just come from the shower. Maybe theyd had a swim. I hoped theyd been good while we were gone. I had told the kids they could fix whatever they wanted to for dinner. They had it set up buffet style in the kitchen and had the deck fixed so we could eat out there. Theyd evidently been to the store because they had bratwurst and I knew I didnt have any in the house. Bratwurst with German potato salad and sauerkraut and dark bread. I knew Kieran would be pleased. He loved a meal like that. It gave him an excuse to have one of the dark beers he loved. I hoped it made him horny. After watching him give Lauren an old-fashioned night before last, I was more than horny. I thought maybe it would be good if he gave it to me from behind. I hadnt had his piston working away at me like that lately. Kieran came in a few minutes after we did. I told him dinner was ready and he asked if he could shower first. I grabbed Laurens hand and the three of us went down to the basement shower together. I think Lauren and I were both too tired to fool around with him much but we gave him a hard-on and left him with it. After dinner, Lauren went in the dining room, started up her laptop computer again, and got on the phone to Stuart. I helped the kids straighten the kitchen and then went in the living/music room, turned the lights down low, and put on some Tony Bennett songs. Kieran heard me and came in and sat next to me on the couch. I curled up against him and played with his dick until it was hard. The kids were all in the family room. From the way they were gesturing and talking, I guessed they were trying to make some plans about next week at the cabin. About eight, Lauren came in the room with me and Kieran. She sat and watched us a while. I didnt mind. I was glad she could see how Kieran and I were together. She asked if she could change the sleeping arrangements, so she could sleep by herself. She said she was a little tired after four hard nights thats the way she put it hard and she needed to think about what wed done with the agent and lawyer this afternoon. I took her hand and led her into the family room. The kids looked up at us and I asked their help in changing sleeping arrangements so Lauren could have a bedroom by herself. Arial surprised me. She volunteered to let Kerry sleep with her and Kerry offered his twin bed to Lauren. It didnt bother me about Arial and Kerry sleeping together, since shed said she was going to stay a virgin until she found the right guy. I didnt figure Kerry could do anything to hurt her if she wouldnt let him get his dick in her. A little bit after that, Kavan and Kathryn disappeared to their basement bedroom. Arial got a book and went to her bedroom. Kerry followed her a few minutes later with his book. Lauren looked around and saw that she and Kieran and I were the only ones left. She got her briefcase-full of papers and went down the hall to the guest bedroom. I looked at Kieran. I thought hed rested enough and I needed him for something before we had to go to sleep at ten. He didnt have a hard-on but I knew I could give him one. <><><> (ARIAL) On Thursday morning, Kavan and Kathryn were the only ones who had to go to work so they came to breakfast in their sneakers, shorts, and shirts. Dad was staying home so he came in naked like the rest of us. I sneaked a peek at his dick and saw it looked a little red and irritated. Mom seemed to be sitting on her stool on one hip. I wondered if theyd been at it again last night. Seems like theyd get used to doing it after a while and wouldnt get sore from it. After breakfast, Lauren and Dad went out on the deck to talk. Lauren had a big stack of papers and she was showing some of them to Dad. They were both sitting on the edge of their chairs leaning toward each other. Every time I got close to the door, they quit talking until I left and so I figured they didnt want me listening. By the middle of the morning, Mom was on the deck with Dad and Lauren. They were still talking and reading stuff. I didnt want to read and I didnt want to watch TV so I dragged Kerry away from it. We went down in the basement and went in Kavan and Kathryns bedroom. I pulled Kerry in the bed with me. He wrinkled up his nose and said it smelled like somebody had been fucking. I took a deep breath and agreed. I looked on the shelf above the bed where Kavan kept his rubbers. I didnt know whether he used any now that Kathryn was on the pill. I found two so I talked Kerry into letting me practice putting one on him. He said his dick wasnt big enough to fill up a rubber but it was close. We couldnt figure out how to make it work so that his foreskin would slide up and down with the rubber on it. I decided Id better ask Kavan to let me practice on him when he and Kathryn came in from work. Kerry wanted me to jack him off. I told him Id suck him off again if hed eat me. He did and I did and we didnt make the bed smell any worse. Just before noon, Kerry and I figured it was time for lunch and went back up to the kitchen to see what we were having. Mom and Dad and Lauren were still talking. I guessed it was up to us like when we had to eat leftovers and Mom told us to fight for them. She didnt really mean fight; she meant first one in the refrigerator got first pick. I looked but there werent any good leftovers. I looked in the freezer and I found a casserole of moussaka Mom had made and frozen. I checked and found we had stuff for a Greek salad so I knew I could have something ready by the time Kavan and Kathryn came in and showered. I went back to the freezer and found some pita bread so that settled it. I knew itd take the casserole about thirty minutes on the go-round in the microwave so I put it in to warm. I sent Kerry down the hill to the mint bed so I could make mint tea. When he came back, he helped me make the Greek salad. I put in lots of feta cheese because we all liked it. I didnt put in any anchovies. I spread the pita bread out on a baking sheet and put it in the oven to warm. Kerry got plates and forks and glasses and put them on the kitchen counter. Kavan and Kathryn came in from work hot and sweaty and dirty as usual. I made them go shower and told them no fucking and be back in five minutes. The microwave timer went off and I checked the moussaka. It was hot. I sent Kerry to tell Mom and Dad and Lauren to come in and wash up for lunch. Mom came in and looked at the clock and I could tell shed forgotten what time it was. When she saw the stuff on the kitchen counter, she looked at me and Kerry. She said, I must be in the wrong house. Kerry threw a hot pad at her. I went at her like I was going to hit her. She grabbed me and gave me a big hug and kiss. After lunch, Mom and Dad and Lauren went back out on the deck. Kavan and Kathryn went down to their bedroom to rest. I guessed theyd have sex too so I told Kerry we needed to get Kavan and Kathryn to show us how to use the other rubber. They were glad to show us. Kavan showed me how put some lubricant inside the rubber and then roll it down so it worked right. Kathryn carefully rolled it back up and off his dick so I could do it by myself. I did it a couple of times to make sure I could do it right on Luke. The second time, Kathryn made Kavan fuck her while he still had the rubber on his dick. They didnt mind if Kerry and I watched. Kavan didnt last long. Afterwards, Kerry and I went back up to the family room to read. Mom and Lauren saw us but they didnt stop talking this time. I couldnt really hear what they were saying anyway. About three oclock, they all came in the family room from the deck. They asked Kerry to go get Kavan and Kathryn. I figured it would be OK because they were probably through by now. They might be sleeping but he could wake them up. He was back in a minute and they came up a couple of minutes later. Mom and Dad and Lauren were waiting. I knew they had made a decision. Lauren made the announcement. Dad had accepted the position as Chief Executive Officer of Andersen Security. I didnt know exactly what it all meant but I figured they did. Dad wanted to get some champagne and have a toast but Mom wouldnt let him. She said he and Lauren needed to shower and get dressed so they could go get Stuart and Joanne and little Paul at the airport. She said shed have dinner ready when they got back and we could all have a quick swim and then get to know each other. That sounded like a good plan to me. I was tired of having to cook for the crowd. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twenty-One As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 40; Siobhan Stuart, 39, 18 in flashback; Kavan Stuart, 13; Arial Stuart, 11 (almost 12); Kerry Stuart, 7 (and ) Angelina Brusoni, 18 in flashback; Mikaeli Brusoni, 20 in flashback TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart <><><> (KIERAN) It was almost bedtime. I was sitting on the deck with Siobhan. We both had on our sweat suits and we were wrapped in a blanket against the February cold. Her hand kept sneaking between my legs. She said it was because her hands were cold. When she put her hand down my pants and grabbed my penis, it didnt feel cold to me. Kieran, guess what your kids were doing this afternoon. Climbing Mount Fuji in Japan? Dont be silly. Buggering the Bishop in the belfry? Dont be silly. Whats a belfry? Oh shit, Siobhan, what have they done now? Kavan was showing them how he jacks off. Hes already showed me. Hes got a nice dick already. Hes got a good crop of red hair around his dick and on his balls. When he shoots off, its mostly clear. Theres some white sperm in it. Well he was lying on his bed, jacking off. Arial was on one side of him and Kerry was on the other. He was giving his dick a good workout when I walked in. Hed left the door open so I didnt knock. He said, Oh, shit, and kept on doing it. I watched him and he kept his eyes on my face. When he came, it spurted out on his chest and on his stomach and he milked the rest out. He made a nice little mess. Whatd the other kids do? They just watched. Arial said, That was a good one, Kavan. Kerry said, Yeah, thats the best one youve done yet. Well, Im glad we raised our kids to be like that. Im proud of my three little angels. I thought you would be. Come on, lets go to bed. Now that youve got it hard, I dont want to waste it. <><><> (SIOBHAN) The quiet hour. The half hour between the time the children are told to go to bed and the time the parents decide to follow. No television. No noise. Only the sound of a page turning in a book. I was brushing my hair. Kieran was reading a paperback and occasionally looking up at me and smiling. The mails on the table beside you, I said, curious about the handwritten letter addressed to him that I hadnt opened. It was written in child-like cursive Thanks, Siobhan, he muttered. He scanned through all the mail, stopping on the last one. He opened it and read it quietly. When he looked up at me, he could see the curiosity in my face. Whats the letter about? Its just some girl, he said, and then smiled at me. Teasingly? Devilishly? So you did have sex with someone in your freshman year in college, didnt you? I was totally surprised. What the hell was he talking about? Id never said anything to him about my freshman year. I hadnt told him I did. I hadnt told him I didnt. Yes, I did, I finally managed to say. But Ive never said one word about that to you. Whos that damn letter from? Its from Kerrys girlfriend. She calls him Kerr. Must have looked up our address in the phone book and then written down my name instead of his. Pretty hot stuff. Let me see that? It was from a girl. To Kerry. Asking him to sit with her when they went on the field trip. Id been suckered into that one. Kieran, sometimes youre a real Shithead? A real Dickhead? Oh, shut up. Whenre you gonna tell me about it? We dont have time tonight. Saturday night? Ill tongue your clit til you come. He stuck his tongue out at me. I cant remember stuff like that the way you can. Saturday night? Ill tongue your clit and finger fuck you until you come twice. He stuck his index finger out and curled it upward as though it were in me. To hell with the subjunctive mood. I was in the imperative mood. Ill give you thirty minutes of story tonight for one orgasm. Thats all! <><><> Angel was my roommate for all of my freshman year. Her name was Angelina Brusoni. Everybody called her Angel. Little did they know. We had a lesbian affair from October through the next May. I was also part of an incestuous mnage a trois for a good part of the year. Angel looked like an Italian renaissance statue of a woman come to life, except no sculptor ever carved one like her. She had the face of an angel with big dark eyes, a pert little nose, and a perfect mouth. She was still almost little-girl like, just over five feet tall, with small perfect breasts and hips that had barely widened into a womans. She was a joy to have as a roommate. She was always happy, smiling, or singing. She was also studying, making As and Bs in every course, and acting in plays in the drama department. She held down a part-time job and studied during almost all her free time. She never seemed to have an extra penny to spend. We spent a couple of Saturday afternoons at thrift stores, adding to her college wardrobe. She was also whats the opposite of modest? relaxed, casual, open about her body when we were in our room. When the room was warm, shed lounge around in nothing but a pair of panties. She thought nothing of doing her toenails in the nude, even when she knew I could see the area between her legs. She certainly looked virginal, whether she was or not. About a month after we started rooming together, we had a bad thunderstorm in the middle of the night. The lightening cracks awakened me and I got out of bed and pulled the drapes tighter over the window. When I got back in bed, she followed me. Can I sleep with you? she asked. I got back in bed and then held the cover up for her. She lay down on her side and scooted back until her butt bumped against me. I put my arm over her. She pulled my hand to her lips, kissed it, and then pressed it against her breasts. I dont like lightening and thunder, she said, sounding just like a little girl. It scares me. I pulled her closer to me and we fell asleep spooned up together. When I woke up the next morning, she was back in her own bed. It all started one Saturday afternoon in the fall of that year. I had my small TV on the football game between our college and another regional school. I was half listening to it while I was in the bathroom that we shared with the two girls in the adjourning room. I had the area between my legs and around my pussy lathered up and I was trying to see to shave myself. Angel walked in on me. She sat down on the toilet and peed and then just sat there watching me. I couldnt hide what I was doing from her. With one foot in the sink and one on the floor, I felt like an exhibit in a contortionists show. I need to shave too. But I cant ever see what Im doing down there. How do you do it? Very, very carefully, I answered No, seriously, I always end up with stubble that itches or little cuts that burn for days. I wish I could just get it nice and smooth for a few days. Id shave it all off if I could. I bent over trying to see where I was using the razor. Angel leaned over to get a better look. Youre no better at it than I am. Damn, why do we have to have hair around it when the guys like it bald? Angel! How do you know they like it bald? Are you an expert on guys likes and dislikes? I know one guy who likes it better when its like a Mexican hairless Chihuahua. I think Im going to shave it all off. I cant decide whether to trim it like a heart or like an arrow pointing down. Shit, he knows where it is, anyway. How do you think it would look bald? Well, cold weather is here, why dont we just let it grow out into a fur sporran? What the hell is a sporran? she asked. Its what a Scot wears in front of his kilt. Sorta keeping the family jewels warm, huh? I suppose. Id like to get a guy in a kilt, I said. Imagine how much fun hed be on a date when I sneaked my hand up under his skirt. I wonder what they really wear under a kilt. Ive heard it gets damn cold in Scotland. Maybe they wear one wool sock and ear-muffs, she giggled. I tried to picture a well-dressed Scotsman. I succeeded enough to bust out in giggles too. Angel reached under the sink for a plastic pan and filled it with warm water. She grabbed a couple of towels. Come on. I put both feet on the floor. What do you want? Im going to spread a couple of towels down on your bed. Youre going to put your ass down on them. Im going to shave your pussy. Angel, you cant do that! Why not? Ive seen a pussy before. Ive got one. Ill be very careful. Besides, when I get through, youre going to shave me. The idea intrigued me. What would it be like? Nobody had ever made me an offer like this. Couldnt hurt, could it, if she was careful? Hell, I might as well try it at least once. I positioned myself on the towels. Angel turned her head from side to side, looking, trying to decide which way to approach the job. Put your knees up and spread out as wide as possible. Ill try to get the hair down in the crease between your legs and pussy first. I quit trying to watch, dropped my head on my pillow, and closed my eyes. I could feel the razor gliding over the crease while she pulled the outer lips on one side toward the center. She changed to the other side and repeated the procedure. Grab your knees with your hands and pull your butt up a little. Im going to try to shave a little further back. I felt the strokes, very slow and careful, on my perineum. She wiped me clean with a warm cloth and inspected her work. Im not going to try to shave the hairs around your asshole. If some guy gets back there, he can just damn well put up with a little hair. Are you through? I asked. Depends. Id like to shave off this brillo pad on your mound. I think Id like it better if it was smooth too. Angel, we cant do that. What if somebody saw it? What if they did? You got anybody youre showing it to? No, not right now. If I let you do it, will you let me shave yours too? We could both be smooth as ten-year olds. Yeah, you stay right there. The lathers dried out. I need some more warm water and lather. I kept my eyes shut until she came back. I heard water dripping in the plastic pan and then I felt a warm washcloth being placed over my mound and between my legs. Well let that soak into the hairs so theyll be easier to cut. She waited a minute or so, humming to herself, then pulled the cloth off and I heard the squirt of cream out of the can. She spread it all over the remaining hair, waited a little bit, and then started stroking again. She had to wash off the razor frequently. When she was finally finished, she said, There, take a look. I think I rather like that. I sat up and looked down. My pussy looked like a little girls, smooth and hairless. She pushed me back down, leaned closer, looked, dipped her fingers in the pan of water and wet an area or two. A couple of more swipes with the razor and she straightened up again. Thats not a split beaver anymore. Thats a bald eagle, a noble bird if Ive ever seen one. I rubbed all around and between my legs. It did feel smooooooth and silky. I smiled up at her. Good job, Angel. One more thing, she said. Ive got some moisturizing cream I like. Let me get it. She dug out the cream and gently began to smooth it over the shaved areas. Youll like this cream. It makes everything feel smooth and moist. Doesnt have anything in it thatll burn if you get it in your pussy. It has a little spicy smell, like cinnamon. Ive been told it even tastes good. Let me check how you feel. She lowered her head down toward my stomach, rubbed her chin over my mound, then turned her face side to side and rubbed it with both cheeks. She moved lower and I opened my legs to let her to get her chin and face between my legs. Instead of chin, I felt tongue. I felt an instant flash of heat as she licked up first one side, then the other, and then just a little touch in the middle. Its as smooth as silk. Somebodys gonna love this. Ready to shave me? Ill have to admit it was easier shaving around somebody elses pussy than around my own. I had expected Angels Italian heritage to give her a real wiry bush but her pubic hair was soft as silk and she had less between her legs than I did. Everything down there looked small and virginal. I thought shed never been fucked. Boy, was I wrong! When I was through shaving her, I used my fingertips to see if I could feel any stubble. Maybe I rubbed her a little too long because she opened her legs wider apart and the small inner lips of her cunt opened just a little. I could see a gleam of moisture in the slit. I could say she was the one who started the whole affair. The truth is, Im the one who gave the first real lick. I stretched out on the end of the bed, stuck my face down there, and very gently ran my tongue up the almost-straight line of her opening. Oh, oh, oh fuck, Siobhan, do it, she moaned. Lick me. I need it. I wanna come so bad. I didnt know what to do. Id sucked cock before but that didnt tell me what to do with a woman. I remembered when Id had a guy go down on me. I had to tell him what to do. He couldnt find my clitoris until I pulled back the hood and showed him where to lick. So I just did to Angel what Id wanted the guy to do to me. It wasnt that long until her inner lips were standing open and wet with my saliva and her juices. Her dark reddish-brown clit crept out from under its hood and got a good licking until she came, moaning and thrashing around against my face. I crawled up on the bed and cuddled against her while she came down and her breathing slowed. A little later, she turned to me and brought her lips up to mine. I love the taste of my cunt on somebody elses lips, she whispered. I wondered just who that somebody else had been. She made love to me. She entwined her arms and legs with mine and kissed me with open mouth and tongue until I felt my own cunt getting wet and hot. She moved down to my breasts and sucked my nipples slowly and gently. I thought I could almost come just from her sucking. When she moved further down and got her face between my legs, I thought Id found nirvana. She was so slow, so gentle, so insistent on licking me, never pausing as I began to moan and squirm. I knew I was close and when she stuck one finger in me and pressed the right spot and then sucked my clit as hard as she could, I had one screaming big orgasm. We discovered it was a wonderful way to spend a fall afternoon. Our football team lost. We didnt care. We soon found that it was also a good way to wake up in the morning, to relax after studying, and especially to help go to sleep at night. <><><> (KIERAN) We were taking a shower together late on Sunday night. My excuse was that I wanted to get nice and warm before we went to bed. My real reason was that I wanted some wet pussy before I went to bed. With the warm water pouring down on us, I squatted down, pulled her against my face, and tongued her clit until she came. She leaned over and held the downspout while I slid my cock into her from behind. I was just getting started when she said: Kieran, do you know what Arial and Kerry were doing this afternoon? Uh, Siobhan, I dont give a fuck, uh, what they were doing, uh. They were in Arials room, oh, naked on the bed together, oh. Un, well, we go naked, un, all the time, un, whats wrong with that? Un. They had, oh, that sex book you bought, oh, them. They were looking at a guy, oh, with a hard-on, oh, and Arial was playing, oh, with Kerrys dick. Uh, was it hard? Uh? Oh, yeah, it was hard, oh, oh, oh, I love it hard. God, its good. Uh, is that all, uh? No, oh, they looked at a picture of fallatio, oh, oh, oh, and Arial sucked Kerrys dick. Did, uh, she get anything, uh, out of it, uh? I dont think so, oh, oh, oh. Hes only seven, oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, Im coming. Oh shit, me too. <><><> (SIOBHAN) Angel and I had our first argument when she told me her older brother, Mike, wanted to come to see her. She wanted to smuggle him into our room for the weekend. When I protested and asked where hed sleep, she volunteered to sleep on the couch and let him have her bed. Mike was going to college here last year, she said. He dropped out to work for a while. Our parents cant give us much help. Dads in construction and makes decent money but a lot goes for Moms health care. Mike and I are trying to figure out how we can get through college on our own. Why dont you try to get student loans? I asked. Were like our parents when it comes to going into debt, Siobhan. We dont want to put a mortgage on our future. Mom and Dad wouldnt even buy appliances or furniture unless they could pay cash. Its just the way my family is. Youre both going to try to get through college by yourself? Its not impossible, Siobhan. My thrift-store jeans have labels on them just like yours do. I just paid about one-tenth what you did. We get Mikes in the same sort of places. We dont waste money on drinking or drugs or stuff like that. Right now, our plans are that well both be in school together next year. Were going to get a cheap apartment and live together and both get part-time jobs. If moneys too tight, well both drop out for a while and work and then come back. He sounds like a good guy, Angel, but you know were not supposed to have men in our room overnight. Mike really is a very good guy, Siobhan. Hes one of the most honest guys youll ever meet, very sweet and loving, and most of all he knows when to keep his mouth shut and when to open it. I thought for a minute about her last remark. What do you mean about keeping his mouth shut? Weve been fucking each other for the last five years. Youre the third person who knows about it. Who are the other two? Me and Mike, silly. Oh shit, youve got to tell me all about this! <><><> Mike knocked on the door about five on Friday afternoon. When Angel let him in, he was carrying two big paper bags that were emanating wonderful aromas of Italian food. I dont know whether it was the Italian-stallion maleness of him or the smell of good Italian food, but I fell in lust with one or the other or both immediately. The three of us stuffed ourselves and still had more to stuff in our little under-the-counter refrigerator. Moms a great cook, Siobhan, he said. She and I cooked this so Angel wouldnt forget what good cookings like. You helped cook this? I asked. Are you married? If not, I want to stake a claim on you. I clean; you cook. We sat and talked for an hour or so and I could easily see why Angel loved her brother. He did seem like a genuinely nice guy. I finally got up the courage to bring up the subject of him sleeping in our room and whether they wanted to have sex with each other. He seemed completely calm about my questions. Angel said shed told you about us, he said. If youre uncomfortable with us doing anything here, we wont. But youve been doing it for years now, I said. Dont you want to find somebody else and get married and have kids? I thought Italians loved to have families, maybe big ones. Oh, well both get married sooner or later, Angel said. And well both have kids someday. We just cant afford to start dating much yet. It aint cheap, you know. Nobody else knows about you two fucking each other? I asked. If you do it at home, dont your parents suspect anything? No, because were very careful about it. We both love our parents. I mean that; theyre great parents. Theyve sacrificed and done so much for us. I couldnt want more loving parents. So you loveem but you lie toem. Yes and no, theyre both good Catholics. They probably couldnt imagine in their wildest dreams what Mike and I do. I just make sure I dont tell them what they dont need to know. Are you good Catholics? No, Mike said, neither of us are Catholics any more. When were home, we go to mass with our parents. If they ask, we tell them we go when were not at home. We lie to them because we dont want to hurt them. I thought Catholics tended to keep the faith, I said. When did you lose it? I lost it when I was about ten years old, Mike said. Our folks kept after me to be an alter boy. Dad called and set me up to go talk to the priest. When the priest got me alone with him in his office, I knew to be on guard when he shut the door. He sat down in front of me and talked to me a while. Then he leaned forward, put his hand on my knee, and asked me if I was really sure I wanted to be an alter boy. This is the good part, Siobhan, Angel said. Waitll you hear what Mike told him. I said my father wanted me to be an alter boy. I didnt. And if he ever put his hand on me again, Id cut his cock off and stuff it down his throat. You didnt? At ten years old? Yeah, I did. Id heard enough from the other kids to watch out for the pervert. What happened? Nothing. He called my father and said he didnt think I had a real calling to be an alter boy. I never heard anything about it after that. When my parents made me go to confession at least once a year, Id tell the priest, Fuck you, Father, for you have sinned. Well, weve got two twin beds and one small couch. Now that youve snuck him in here, where is he going to sleep? I asked. Oh, come on, Siobhan, Angel begged. He didnt come this far to sleep. He came because he hasnt had a good fuck in two months. And no blow jobs either. And I havent been eaten since you did it on Wednesday. I want him to fuck me and eat me. Oh, ho, so you two are muff diving each other now? Mike asked. No, Mike, Angel said. Weve both shaved off all our pubic hair. Were bald eagles now. We just go lickity-split. In spite of myself, I giggled at Angels description. Come on, Angel, lemme see it. I havent seen your pussy without hair in so long Ive forgotten what it looks like. Yeah, well, thats because you got so close when I was eleven, you couldnt see it without getting cross-eyed. He started with you when you were eleven? I asked. And hes two years older so that means he was thirteen then. Youre good at math, Siobhan, Angel said. At least he didnt fuck me for two more years after that. I used to hate itwell, not exactly hate itwhen he had to do it with a rubber. I wanted to feel him come in me, not in a damned Trojan. Are you on birth control now? I asked. Have been since I was fifteen. I found out Mom was on birth control when she left a prescription on the dresser in her room. Good Catholic, ha! I stole it and took it to a different drug store and told them to fill it for my Mom. After that, I found out how to getem from a girl at school. I didnt get fucked until I was sixteen, I said. I told Mom and she took me to the gynecologist and she gave me a prescription. Mike displayed his annoyance at our reminiscing about birth control pills. He stood up and started taking off his jeans. If you girls are gonna talk, Im going to bed. Ill take the couch if somebodys got an extra pillow and blanket. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and stood there in his white jockey shorts showing a big bulge in front. I think I heard two heads snap when they turned in his direction. He was quite a hunk, Ill have to admit. Tall, dark, and handsome. Lean body. Soulful eyes. And a salami in front of his briefs that was most impressive, along with two extra-large eggs. I could even see his dark pubic hair, spilling out around his briefs, down his legs, the same color his sister had before I shaved it off. Siobhan, were both on the pill. He eats pussy better than any other man I know. Hes got a fabulous dick thatll just drive you up the wall. He can keep a hard-on, like, for hours. Im horny as hell and Im going to get eaten and fucked tonight. You can get it on with us or you can go to bed and pull the blanket over your head. Whichll it be? I motioned for Mike to walk over to my bed. When he did, I pulled down the front of his briefs to see what he had. When I saw his Italian-stallion horse cock straining to be released from his jockeys, I knew what I wanted to do. I hope you wont think threes company, I said. I hope youll treat me just like family. And I stood up and started taking off my clothes. Dont take your panties off, Siobhan, Angel said. Mike wants to take them off. He wants to chew them off you. Mike looked around at the room. Theres not enough room here to turn around in. We sure as hell cant all three get on a twin size bed. We can pushem together, Angel said. Yeah, and somebodyll break their neck falling through the crack when they come apart, he said. We need some way to keep them together. Ill get some nylon cord, I said. Somebody left a whole roll near the trash bin on the hall. In nothing but panties, I ran down the hall and back. Mike crawled under the bed and tied the legs of the frames together. The backs of his legs were covered with dark curly hair. I could even see it in the crack of his ass through the thin fabric of his briefs. I wondered how itd feel if I ran my hands over it. When he rolled over, there was that huge bulge in the front of his shorts, curving around down between his legs and over his balls. I wondered how it would feel if I ran my tongue over all that. Mike pulled his briefs off and threw them with his other clothes, then sat down on the couch and stroked his cock a couple of times. I knew he was deliberately displaying what he had to offer. When it stood up, he wrapped his hand around the base and pulled the skin down tight. I knew I was going to find out how it would feel. Mike and I both know what we like to do with each other, Siobhan, Angel said. Weve both screwed around with somebody else. Weve just never done it with anybody together at the same time. Jeez, Angel, Mike said. Its like Italian food. Just let me serve her the same thing I serve you. If she doesnt like rigatoni, Ill see if she likes cannoli. I might even slip her a little tartufo if shes real hungry. Damn, I know what rigatoni and cannoli are, I said, but Ive never heard of tartufo. What is it? Its a rich chocolate mousse surrounding a vanilla cream center rolled in crushed hazelnuts then covered with a layer of dark chocolate, he said, as though he were a waiter describing it to diners. I can still quote you a long list of desserts from my job in an Italian restaurant last year. Could I have an order of tongue first and then you can serve me some of that cannoli* youve got in your hand? I asked. Mike smiled at me with a roguish smile and asked, Would madam permit my sou-chef to assist in serving you? Sou-chef, hell, Angel said. Get on the bed, Mike. Angel, you said you wouldnt... GET ON THE BED, MIKE! Angel, I dont want GET ON THE BED, MIKE, NOW!! He sat on the side of the bed, waiting, as I was, to see what Angel wanted him to do. LAY BACK AND SHOW US YOUR DICK, MIKE! He lay back on the bed, spread his legs, and showed us his dick again. It was standing up proud, propped up with one finger and his big balls were hanging down low between his legs. I whistled in appreciation and he smiled at me. NOW GET IN THE CENTER, MIKE, SPREAD OUT! He crawled onto the now king-sized bed and stretched out, his arms and legs extended out to the sides. He closed his eyes. I wondered what the hell was going on. Angel got the ball of nylon cord and rolled it under the bed to me. She quickly and expertly tied her end around Mikes wrist. She came around to my side of the bed, cut the cord, and tied the end around Mikes other wrist. She rolled the ball of cord under the bed at the foot and soon we had Mikes legs tied so he couldnt lift them or bring them together. What are we doing, Angel? I asked. Were tying him down. Were gonna get our bald eagles licked and hes gonna get a good blow job. Angel, I dont... Shut up, Siobhan! Dont. Angel SHUT UP, SIOBHAN. GET ON THE BED. Fuck you, Angel! GET YOUR GODDAMN ASS ON THE BED, SIOBHAN! I looked at the devilish gleam in her angelic eyes and saw the smile flickering on her red lips. I got on the bed beside Mike. What do you want me to do? I started to take my panties off. Just keep your panties on, Siobhan. When Mike begs, you can cut them off with these. She handed me a pair of scissors. Get up over him. Knees over his shoulders. Hands on the wall over him. Squat down til your cunts close to his face. Let him beg for it. When youre ready, stuff a pillow under his head. Like this? Thats right. Let him sniff it. Let him lick your panties. Then cut your panties to shreds. Let him get his tongue in. Just dont let him see it until he begs. Then cut your panties off and show him what your bare pussy looks like. If hes bad, feed him the pieces of your panties. What are you going to be doing while Im on his face? Im going to be sucking his dick until he shoots his load in my mouth. Just wait til he says come kiss me. Youll see. I moved up a little on the bed until the crotch of my panties was just inches from Mikes chin. He bent his neck, lifted his head up, and tried to bring his mouth in contact with my crotch. He was still an inch or so away. I looked back at Angel. She was between Mikes outstretched legs, one hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, her head just above it. Are you ready? she whispered. I nodded. She said, Go, and lowered her head over his cock. Her long black hair fell around her face, shutting out my view. I could hear her slurping and sucking. I looked back at Mike. His eyes were looking up at me, a pleading look in them. I grabbed a pillow and stuck in under his head so he was in a perfect position. I moved closer to him so that the crotch of my panties was against his mouth. Through the thin fabric I could feel his hot breath and his wet tongue licking. I gave him a minute or two of frustration trying to lick through the fabric. When I looked back at Angel, she was alternating between her hand and then her mouth on Mikes cock. She looked at me and winked. I decided to take pity on poor Mike. I picked up the scissors, moved away from his face, and, with two fingers, pulled the wet fabric away from my cunt. I cut just one small amount away from the crotch, leaving a hole about the diameter of Mikes dick. I started to drop it off the bed but Angel was watching and stopped me. Ask him if he wants to eat a piece of your panties before he gets to eat your pussy, she said. I held the small piece of fabric in front of his face. He looked up at me, his eyes smoldering, licking his lips. When I touched his lips with the fabric, he opened his mouth. He chewed and then swallowed. I moved close to him so that the hole in my panties was above his mouth and then settled down, like a brood hen settles on her eggs. I closed my eyes and let Mikes magical tongue play tricks on my cunt. I could feel Angels hand shaking the bed and hear her mouth making hungry noises. I was in bliss. Mikes tongue never lagged but gradually I realized that there were two parties being frustrated by my panties. His access to me was limited to a circle a couple of inches in diameter. I wanted him to lick me all over down there. I grabbed the scissors, backed away from him, and cut two lines, one down to the left leg, the other to the right. Mike was leering up at me. When I pulled the remains of the wet panties away from my crotch, he looked at my bald eagle and gave one big sigh relief, appreciation, anticipation? And then he went at it, lickety split. After a few minutes of licking and sucking, the seizures in my cunt felt like an earthquake: a series of very strong initial jolts, followed by milder aftershocks, and finally the peace of complete satisfaction. I thought of posting a big sign over the bed whenever he was finished: Caution Unrestricted Access to a Bald Pussy Can Lead to Convulsive Orgasms. I looked back at Angel and she was giving Mikes cock her best efforts. She was stroking his cock up and down rapidly, sort of twisting her hand at the top of each stroke, and moving her mouth up and down on the head, sucking and slurping loudly. My ass was resting comfortably on Mikes chest and I could feel his hard muscles underneath me. He started trying to thrust upward, into Angels mouth, even though he was almost totally pinned down. He started pounding his head up and down on the pillow and I knew Angel was getting a mouthful. He gradually relaxed and I heard him whisper, Angel, come kiss me. I wondered what was going on. Angel pushed me to one side and moved up over his body. She straddled Mikes stomach, leaned over his face, and brought her lips down to his. I watched in disbelief as she gave him a kiss and shared his own semen with him. I finally realized what they meant. When she kissed me, she tasted of garlic and semen. Angel and I curled up on each side of Mike, our heads resting on the biceps of his arms. Angel was twirling her fingers in the hair on her chest. Should we untie him now? I asked. No, Siobhan! But why not? Hes got to be tired of being in that position. SHUT UP, SIOBHAN. THERES SOMETHING ELSE HE HAS TO BEG FOR. I did as I was told and waited to see what would happen next. After a minute or so I heard Mike whisper, Please, Angel, let me eat your pussy. What did you say, Mike? Do you want something? Yes, mistress, I mean Angel, I want to lick your pussy. ASK SIOBHAN TO GIVE YOU PERMISSION!!! Siobhan, may I please lick Angels pussy? I suppose it might be permitted, I said. But whatll I do while you two are busy. You cant expect me to do nothing, can you? Please, Siobhan, would you suck my cock while Im licking Angels pussy? WAIT, SIOBHAN, Angel interrupted. How many more times can you come tonight, Mike, sweet little brother? At least one more, Angel, he whimpered. Thats not good enough, Mike; we need at least two more out of you. He waited for a moment, thinking. I promise, Angel, at least two more times tonight. And where do you want to make these little semen deposits, Mike, my little boy? One for you and one for Siobhan. Anywhere you want them. You realize that if you cant deliver Siobhan and I are going to have to punish you severely. Yes, Angel. Come on, Siobhan, Ive got to pee. We need to talk. Angel pushed me in the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind us. She stood with her back to the door, giggling while I sat down on the toilet and emptied my bladder with loud squirts into the water below. I rolled TP around my hand and patted dry. What will we do to punish him if he cant come twice more? I asked. I dont know. Ive never had to do it. Id like to though. Think of something. She let loose with her stream louder than mine, incongruous for an angelic waif of a girl. She stood up, still smiling. You didnt wipe, I said. I know. Hell like it. Back on the bed, Angel moved into position over Mikes face. I didnt know if he liked a piss-wet pussy but I could hear his slurping noises. I knelt between his legs and looked at his penis. It was in that state halfway between flaccid and erect, resting on his stomach in his patch of pubic hair, pointing toward his navel. I could see one last gob of semen that had oozed out and was clinging to the slit at the head of his dick. I carefully picked up his cock and took it in my mouth. I decided that Italian semen wasnt really all that bad; I couldnt even taste the garlic. Dont make him come, Siobhan. If hes got two more loads in his pistola, I want one shot in my cunt. You can have the other in yours. I think youll like it. Yes, mistress, I mean Angel. I gave his cock my full attention then, hand and mouth both working together. I tried to watch his balls, to see how much they had drawn up, as a way to judge how close he was to coming again. I was slow and gentle and his balls hung low while I sucked him. Angel came loudly, first moaning and then almost screaming. I worried that somebody in the dorm might hear her. If a would-be rescuer had busted in the door at that moment, he or she would have seen quite a sight one Italian stallion tied down on the bed while a little brunette straddled his face and a bigger redhead sucked his cock. After she recovered, Angel asked, Mike, would you like to be untied now? Yes, Angel, if it pleases you. You pleased me, brother dear. Siobhan, would you untie our poor little boy? I untied him and crawled back on the bed beside him. He wrapped his long arms around both of us and gave us a big hug. Angel and I both reached for his still-erect cock at the same time. After you, Angel, I said. No, no, Siobhan. I insist. The next orgasms yours. Hes yours to do whatever you want. Is that right, Mike? Youll do whatever I want you to? Yes, Siobhan. Anything you want. I leaned over and kissed him on his mouth, redolent with the odor of garlic, two different pussies, and his own come. I want to get on my back and I want you on top of me. I want you to ease that big cock of yours into my cunt. I want to tie you down with my arms and legs this time. You can even kiss me if I dont gag at your garlic and cunt and cum breath. I want you to fuck me until you blast a load down deep in me. I dont even care whether I have another orgasm as long as you do. He did as he was told, pistioning, pistola-ing, away in my cunt until he had his second orgasm. I had one or two. Im not sure how many because they sort of ran together there at the end. I looked at the clock and saw that it was close to midnight. I didnt know where the hours had gone. Id eaten Italian, been eaten by an Italian, and been fucked by an Italian. I knew I was finished for the night. She could have the third orgasm out of him if we could get it up again. Lemme up, Mike said. Ive got to go pee. We all untangled and he swaggered into the bathroom, his hairy ass beautiful in rear view. I couldnt even remember being aware of the hair on his butt when I had dug my fingernails into him and jerked him forward against me. When he came out, he went over to the little refrigerator and bent over. Angel, do you have a beer? I want something to drink and a bite of something to eat. He pulled out a hunk of sandwich big enough to choke a horse and stood looking at us. Look on the bottom shelf, Mike. Siobhan, would you like something to eat? He could get it up again. With two mouths sucking on his balls and his cock, he could get it up, big and hard as it was at first. Angel got on her back and Mike crawled on top of her. He held his cock in one hand and slid it into her. He stretched out on top of her, fastened his mouth to hers, and started slowly pumping away. I watched as her arms encircled his chest, then her legs came up, splayed out, calves over his ass, ankles interlocked. Her hands found his ass-cheeks and her fingernails begin to dig in. They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. Locked together. Moving together. Breathing and grunting together. My cunt was already drooling from being fucked and I had a towel between my legs. When he came, and maybe she did too, they both were loud enough to wake up the dead. I could feel the heat and hunger in my cunt from watching them. I wondered if there was any way he could get it up again. It turned out that he was finished for the night. The next day we shaved him, ass cheeks to thighs, belly button to balls. He got it up four times, two for each of us. I went to sleep on Saturday night hoping that Id never forget the taste of garlic and cunt and semen. Mike came back at least once a month for the rest of the year. Angel and I kept each other relatively content with regular tongue- and finger-induced orgasms. But Mikes Italian stallion cock or cocked pistola kept both of us even more satisfied. I learned to like being treated like part of an Italian family. The next year Mike came back to school and he and Angel rented a small apartment. I was welcomed, well-comed, on my regular visits but things just werent the same. My next roommate was a born-again something or other and I never saw her cunt. I didnt care though because Mike taught me how to say Baci il mio culo in Italian. I used it so much Angel said I sounded like a part of her family. <><><> (KIERAN) It took three nights for Siobhan to complete her story. I had an orgasm each night. I know she had four, maybe five, orgasms in return. Just like Scheherazade, I thought, except that I didnt think I could keep up with stories every night. I was about to fall asleep when she had to tell me about our sweet little angelic kids again. Kieran, guess what your ten year-old, almost eleven, daughter was doing this afternoon, my wife said. I dont want to guess. I dont want to know. I guess its something I dont want to know. She was in our bathroom naked. Guess who was in there with her? Oh, shit. Kerry? What were they doing? She was shaving her legs with your razor. Damn, you know thats sacred. Nobody touches my razor. Whyd you let her do that? I didnt let her. I told her youd be mad at her. She offered to buy you a new one with her own money if I wouldnt tell you. Whyd you tell me, then? I went out and bought you a new one, just like your old one. I got her one thats made for women. I had to think a minute about that. Why did you buy me a new one? Why didnt you just put a new blade in the old one? Because you have a new one now. It doesnt need a new blade. I knew something didnt make sense but I couldnt figure out what it was. Why was Kerry in there with her? He was watching her shave her legs. She was showing him how much hair she had on her pussy already. Im totally confused now. What happened to my old razor? I gave it to Kerry. He said he liked her pussy better when it didnt have hair on it. He wanted to shave her pussy with your old razor. He promised to be careful and not cut her so I gave it to him. There are days like this when youre married with three kids. Why does a pussy with a few dozen hairs need shaving? <><><> Siobhan backed her butt up to me and I spooned up against her. My defeated dick fit snuggly in the wet warm area between her thighs. I was still thinking about her story about Angel and Mike. I couldnt wait until I could get Siobhan to tie me down and put her panty-covered pussy up to my mouth. I thought about eating through the fabric before she cut her panties off. Garlic and semen and cunt juices. Damn, what a combination. Well, which did you like best? Sex with him or sex with her? Did Angel ring your chimes better than Mike donged your bell? You cant compare them! What do you mean? Sure you can. No, you cant. Which do you like better, night or day? Thats not the same thing. Well, I think they are and I like both of them, night and day. Night and day, you are the one, and she started singing, theres a hungry, yearning, burning inside of me. (Cannoli - A crisp pastry shell stuffed with a sweetened mixture of Ricotta cheese, liqueur, and chocolate chips.) Baci il mio culo. = Kiss my ass. Pistola = Pistol TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Forty-Six As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 43; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart, 42; Kavan Kelly Stuart, 17; Arial Erin Stuart, 15; Kerry Lee Stuart, 12 1/2 Lauren Andersen, 51; Stuart Andersen, 28; Joanne Andersen, 26; Paul Andersen, 3; Kieran Lee Andersen, just born Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Brad Weaver, 17; Leigh Williams, 13 TELLING THE STORY: Arial Stuart, Kerry Stuart, Siobhan Stuart <><><> (KERRY) When we started playing around at the cabin, I hoped it didnt show how mixed up I was. When I had jacked off on Friday night before we left for the cabin, I had felt like a shit for thinking about Leigh and wanting to do stuff with her and at the same time not wanting to keep on going with her. Then when she came out with the line about me not putting my kielbasa in her pirogi, I felt worse. Id been thinking of her as kind of dumb and that was about as sharp as anything Id ever heard. Shes so damn cute and it gets me all hot to play with her but she just cant seem to talk about stuff Im interested in. She was a good sport about playing around though. Arial and I put her up to giving Kieran a hard time and I loved it when she brushed her tits against his legs. Then when I tried to lift weights and she finally decided to let me try to lift her shed said on the way to the cabin she wouldnt do it she didnt get mad when I got too hot and rubbed against her pussy until I came. I still felt like I was playing with a little kid and I was a lot older than her, like I was a grown-up man and she was just a little girl. I guess the last time Id had sex with anybody else had made me want to do stuff and act grown up about it and I kept having a hard time feeling that way with her. Shit, it was all just one mixed-up mess but maybe someday Ill straighten it all out. <><><> On Friday afternoon a few weeks ago, Arial and I had gone over to the Andersens home to take care of little Paul. Little Kieran Lee was being born and Ms. Lauren wanted to go to the hospital to be with Joanne and Stuart. Dad had given us permission to go and said we should plan on staying overnight because nobody knows when a babys going to come out. Arial asked him if she could invite Brad and he said yes as long as Ms. Lauren said it was OK. Arial called to tell her Kathryn and Kavan were bringing me and Arial as soon as possible and asked if it was OK for Brad to come over too and she said yes. Arial called Brad and he said hed come and bring us sandwiches for supper. When we got there, Ms. Lauren was all excited and in a hurry to follow Stuart and Joanne to the hospital. We told her Brad and Arial and I were planning on spending the night but she already knew it because shed just got off the phone with Dad. She said shed already put fresh sheets on Stuarts and Joannes bed. I guess she meant it was OK for Brad and Arial to sleep there but she didnt say anything about where I was going to sleep. She almost ran out the door so I didnt ask her. A little later Brad came and he had some sub sandwiches for us. After we ate, we played with little Paul for a while until he got fussy. Arial took him for a bath and said shed read to him and put him to bed so Brad and I had to be quiet. Brad hadnt seen the house in a while so we looked at the new part that Ms. Lauren was building. It was finished and they were living in it while the other part, the old stone building, was being remodeled. The old building, the two-story part, was going to be what Ms. Lauren called the quiet area, all bedrooms, but they werent livable yet. The new addition had everything else in it. Ms. Lauren had her queen-size bed set up in what would be her office. The great room, with a huge glass wall overlooking the river, was where Stuart and Joanne had their king-size bed. Little Pauls bed was in the dining room and theyd hung a curtain to block it off because it was open to the great room. After we looked, Brad and I sat down in chairs in the great room and waited for Arial. She came through the curtain a few minutes later, holding her finger up to her lips so wed know to keep the noise down. She hadnt even had a chance to sit down when the phone rang. I grabbed it and said hello real low. It was Ms. Lauren. She told me the baby had already come, it was another boy, everything was fine, and shed probably be home in a few hours. Stuart was going to spend the night at the hospital with Joanne and the baby. I asked if she wanted me to call Mom and Dad and she said shed do it. When I hung up, I told Brad and Arial what shed said and they were happy for Stuart and Joanne too. Arial asked me if theyd decided on a name and I said Ms. Lauren didnt tell me if they had. I looked around the room, trying to think of what to do. The big TV was in the great room and too close to little Pauls bed to turn it on. There was a little TV in Ms. Laurens office or bedroom but there wasnt room for all of us in there unless somebody got in her bed and we hadnt been told to sleep there. Well, what do we do now? I asked. Looks like were here for the night. Brad looked at Arial and she looked back at him and I knew what they wanted to do. I shouldnt have asked. OK, I guess I know what you two want to do, I said. Ill find me a place to sleep. The king-size beds yours. Its nice to know when youre not wanted. Dont say that, Kerry, Brad said. You know what we want to do. You made sure you werent home the Saturday night before Thanksgiving so it could be just the two of us. Little things you do, like that, make me know why Arial loves you so much. Yeah, well, you two dont need me around when youre doing it, I said. It was fun playing with you after we cleaned the yard but I guess you can make up your own games tonight, cant you? They stood looking at each other and I couldnt read what they were thinking but I was hoping. Finally Brad decided what he wanted to do. Kerry, I think Id like to play a double-header with Arial tonight, he said. Would you like to play with us for the first game and then you can go to bed and well play the second by ourselves? Yeah, exactly the sort of thing I was hoping. Two heads are better than one, I said. Two tongues are even better, Arial said. Im not going to suck your dick this time, Kerry, Brad said. Thats OK, I said, and I stuck my tongue out at him. Im going to suck yours anyway. Im going to suck yours too, Brad Weaver, and Im going to suck Kerrys. I dont see why you cant. Arial said and then stuck her tongue out at him. Brad stuck his out at her so I did it too. Arial told me and Brad to turn down the covers on the bed while she turned out the lights. She turned out all the overhead lights first and when she turned out the one on the table in the sitting area the room was pitch-black. She turned it back on and asked, OK? I wanted to see what we were doing and I guess Brad did too because we both said yeah about the same time. The first game was great. Brad and I took turns with our tongues in Arials pussy, Arial and I took turns sucking Brads dick, and Brad and Arial took turns sucking mine. Brad came up with something new to me. He stretched out on the bed with his head on pillows, Arial straddled his face so he could lick her pussy, and I sucked Brads dick while he gave Arial fits. Then they gave me a turn and I thought Arial would suffocate me and I thought I was about to come with Brad sucking my dick. One of the best games we played was one that nobody really made up; it just sort of happened. Brad was lying at an angle to Arial, both of them on their sides, and he had his head between her legs, holding her topmost leg up in the air. I watched him using his tongue on her pussy for a minute or so and then decided to play too. I lay down at an angle to both of them, so we were sort of like a triangle, with my head at Brads crotch and my crotch at Arials head. I looked at Arial and she grinned and winked at me so I started sucking Brads dick. Just as soon as I did, she started sucking on mine. Damn, that was hot. After a few minutes, we swapped around so Brad was sucking my dick and I was licking Arials pussy. I guess we all got carried away with trying different stuff like that on each other with our mouths - kissing each other, sucking on Arials nipples, sucking on dicks, licking balls and dicks and pussy. Dad had told me how a man could get so hot when hes having sex that he doesnt know what hes doing. Maybe I didnt believe him at first but I guess thats what happened with all three of us. After a while I didnt know who I was doing stuff with or who was doing it with me. I guess Brad got confused too because he grabbed me and started kissing me and sticking his tongue in my mouth, and feeling for something on my chest. I couldnt believe it but I guess he thought I was Arial and he was trying to find her breasts. When he pulled back and looked at me, I knew that was what he was doing. I grabbed his hand and pushed it down to my dick and said, Here it is! He had his hand wrapped around my dick before he knew what he was doing. He just shook his head and laughed and looked around for Arial. She was on the other side of me, laughing at Brad and me. He crawled over me and started kissing her. I was ready to take a break because my balls felt like they were about to bust. I flopped over on my back and shut my eyes. When I opened them, Brad was on the other side of Arial, halfway on top of her, and kissing her like I wasnt even there. She had her hand wrapped around his cock and he had his over her pussy and, when I looked closer, it looked like his two middle fingers were hidden somewhere. Arial, you and Brad do it, I said. Let me watch and Ill jack off. Brad turned his head and looked at me and so did Arial. They didnt either one say a word. Brad just nodded and started back to kissing Arial and moved on top of her. I watched as she spread her legs wide and lifted them around Brads legs. I saw her hand move down between their bodies and hold Brads dick while he pushed until it started sliding in. After he had his stomach on top of hers and I couldnt see anything, I reversed my position on the bed so I could see what was going on between their legs. Damn, that was hot. Brads balls sort of blocked the action until he pulled back a little and then I saw Arials pussy stretched around his dick. Everything was all red and wet and shining and looked hot as hell. I couldnt help it. I started stroking my dick harder and it didnt take me but a few more seconds until I came. I dont think they even knew when I came because they were all wrapped up with each other in more than one way. I squirted all over my chest and stomach as usual and lay there looking around for something to wipe it off. I saw some napkins that came with the sandwiches so I rolled out of the bed and used them. I grabbed the plastic bag with the thermal underwear I sleep in on my way out and tried to leave without disturbing them. I stood and watched for a minute at the door to the kitchen. Shit, I guess it would take a cannon going off beside them to disturb them. I still didnt know where I was supposed to sleep. I wandered through the kitchen. It was really something and big too like the rest of the new part of the house. I looked in the fridge and found something to eat and I knew it was OK to take it because Ms. Lauren and Stuart and Joanne had already said I could treat their place like it was home too. I poured me a big glass of milk to go with my snack and stood there looking around until I was finished. I went in Ms. Laurens bedroom, her office, and looked around and tried not to get into stuff. She had a leather loveseat and it looked comfortable to sit but it wasnt long enough to sleep. There was a small TV I could watch if I was lying on her bed but I didnt feel right about getting in it. I put on my thermal underwear and socks and lay down on the loveseat with my head on one arm and my feet hanging off the other and turned on the TV. It was the same garbage we had on ours. I found a show where they took old cars and made then into better than new ones. Dad and Kavan and I liked to watch it together. I didnt really pay attention to the TV because I was thinking about the stuff Id been doing with Brad and Arial. I guess maybe I wasnt supposed to do stuff with Brad like sucking his dick but I couldnt see where it was hurting anything. I couldnt decide whether I liked sucking it but I knew I liked it when he sucked mine, just as much as when Arial did it. It wasnt like I was a fag or something and I knew he wasnt either. I didnt want to fuck him and he sure as hell wasnt going to get his dick up my butt like hed had it in Arials pussy when I left them to finish. I knew I liked him a lot but not the same way Arial does. I didnt decide anything except that it was a lot of fun to play around with them once in a while and I really liked it and wanted to keep doing it. Maybe I did decide something else that all this stuff about love and sex and who youre supposed to do it with was confusing as hell. That was the last I knew for a while. I woke up when somebody said they were going to break my neck. Wake up, Kerry. Youre going to break your neck. It was Ms. Lauren. She was getting undressed and was already down to her underwear. She had on light-blue bra and panties and she was beautiful as always. She was folding her pants and putting them on a hanger. Ive been calling you for a few minutes. Youre a hard sleeper. I didnt know what she was talking about but nothing made sense when I was just waking up. I guess hard registered so I looked down and my dick was kind of hard, not piss-hard, just sleep-hard, and it was a bulge in my underwear, the way I like it when I put my hand on it and go to sleep. Ms. Lauren took off her bra and that was nice to watch. She picked up a nightgown from the bed and slipped that over her head, then reached under and took off her panties. That part wasnt as interesting. When she dropped her panties on my stomach that woke me up a little more. You can get in my bed, Kerry. Brad and Arial are sleeping together. Its still OK for you to sleep with me, isnt it? I guess I grinned too much at that and maybe she thought I wanted to do something else. I guess I always did want to now but I knew I couldnt do it with her anymore. She flipped back the bed covers so both pillows were uncovered. I stood up and walked over to the foot of the bed. I handed her panties to her and she gave me a big grin like she knew what I wanted to do. I said sleep, Kerry. Thats all. Its after midnight. Can you be a good boy? I nodded and waited for her to get in the bed. Which side of the bed do you want? Ont care. I guess she knew what I meant. She lay down and I looked for a minute, trying to figure out something. When I did, I walked over to the side where she was and said, Move over. She did and I got in the bed and pulled the covers up over us. I was lying on my left side and she turned to look at me. Why did you want that side the bed? I was still sleepy. Turn over, I said. She did and I scooted up against her butt. OK? I asked. Yes, Kerry, its OK. I like sleeping with you like this. I curled my right arm around over her and she caught my hand and brought it up to her breast. It was soft and warm through her flannel nightgown but I wanted to feel skin instead of flannel. She turned my hand loose and I decided Id better not try for skin. Stuart and Joanne are going to name the baby Kieran Lee, she whispered. Kieran Lee Andersen. What do you think of that name? Dad and me both damn - I sort of liked that, no, I really liked that. I nuzzled up against her and pushed her hair to one side and kissed her on her neck. s OK with me. I nuzzled up against her neck again and took a deep breath. Ill bet Dadll be tickled. She smelled nice, sort of like flowers and skin and stuff. I took a couple of more deep breaths. Youre tickling me, Kerry, she said. Sorry. Good night, Lauren. I realized I hadnt called her Ms. Lauren as soon as I said it but I didnt think it mattered. We both lay still and I could tell her breathing was getting as quiet as mine. My dick was still hard but not hard hard, just sort of soft hard, and I knew she could feel it but I didnt try to press my luck. I think I was about to go back to sleep when I felt her reach up to where my hand was holding her breast. I could tell she was unbuttoning something and then she took my hand and slipped it inside her nightgown so I could hold on to skin. That was better, especially when I felt her nipple get hard against my palm. That wasnt all that got hard after a minute or so and I really wanted to do something with it but I thought Id better wait to see if she did too. She took a couple of deep breaths and then whispered Kerry, are you awake? Yeah. She rolled over facing me and reached down to my thermal underwear bottoms. Take these silly things off. I guess Im too excited about the baby to go to sleep. Is it OK if we do something, just this one more time? I slid my bottoms down and kicked them off. Then I took the tops off too because I wanted to be naked with her. Yeah, Id like to. I can tell. She had both her hands on my dick and balls. I just let her play. It was nice to be all sleepy and have her hands on me. I knew we were going to do it but I didnt want to hurry. Just tonight, Kerry. Just one more time. I think Im going to marry Mr. Jack. I dont think hed want to have to compete with you. Hed better be good to you. Tell him I said if hes not, Ill make him wish he was. Hes very good to me, Kerry. Ive known him a long time and I know what sort of man he is. She rolled over on her back and pulled her nightgown up all the way to her chest. I slid my hand up over her thighs, over her hairy patch, over her stomach, and all the way to her breasts. Yeah, s OK then. I like him a lot. Hope youre happy withim. Would you like to get on top of me? Yeah. She held the covers up while I moved on top of her. I didnt try to put my dick in or anything. Just lay on top of her with it against her stomach and my cheek against hers and her breasts so soft against my chest. She wrapped her arms around me and we just lay there, breathing quietly against each other. It was nice to do that. After a while, she said Lift up a little, and I lifted up my butt and she spread her legs apart a little more and brought them up and over mine. I waited while she stuck one hand between us and found my dick. She just slid her hand up and down on it a little bit and I waited some more. Its so hard, she whispered. I didnt think that needed an answer so I just grunted. I think its grown some was last August, Kerry. How big is it now? Dont know, I lied. She slid my foreskin back and rubbed the head up and down in her pussy and I think it got a little bigger again. It was nice and warm under the bed covers with her, pressed against her breasts, but it was hot and wet where my dick was touching her. I pushed just a little and she guided it to the right spot so it slid in just a little. Damn, her pussy was hot. She moved her hand out of the way and sort of wiggled from side to side like she was getting settled down. When she got still, I pushed again and then just waited, enjoying what I was feeling with my dick. Then she moved her hands down to my ass cheeks and pulled just a little bit. I let it slide in a little more. She pulled again and it slid all the way in. It was all so damn nice, still sort of sleepy, her hands on my ass, my dick buried in her hot pussy, my balls soft and warm up against her. I decided maybe Id just stop and go to sleep like that. I guess I forgot to tell my dick and her pussy to go to sleep though because they started doing something with each other and it was like they were doing it on their own. My dick felt her pussy sort of squeezing and wiggling some more and it decided to move in and out a little. It liked that so much that it kept on moving in and out for a while. Her pussy was wiggling around and squeezing every time my dick got deep in her. I dont know how it was doing it but I think her pussy was fucking back at my dick. I guess my dick didnt think about waiting until Laurens pussy came first. It just kept doing what felt good until it couldnt take it anymore and it decided to squirt again. I shoved it in as deep as I could and held it there and let it empty my balls. Then I felt Laurens pussy start bucking up against me and banging her pubic bone against mine and then it started squeezing hard all around my dick. I just lay there on top of her and hoped she wouldnt make me get up and get her a towel or something. She didnt; she just held me and sort of ran her hands over my butt cheeks and squeezed me with her arms and legs every little bit. I realized I hadnt kissed her except on the neck so I lifted my head out of her shoulder and gave her a little kiss on her lips. You OK? I whispered. Yes, Kerry, little love, Im OK, she whispered. I lay there on top of her a while longer, my dick still inside her, me part of her, all wet and warm and not wanting anything else, and then I thought of what I wanted to say. Lauren, I said, and it surprised me because it came out in a deep mans voice instead of mine. Yes, Kerry, she answered, full of sleep. I love you. Is it OK if I love you? Yes, Kerry, its OK because I love you too. Always will. My times out of sync with yours. If we wake up in the morning and youre thirteen or Im fifty, will you marry me instead of Jack? Yes, Kerry. I will. Now go to sleep, little love. <><><> I was glad when Siobhan suggested we all go in one of the bedrooms at the cabin for a little private time. Leigh had surprised me when she sat on my dick while I lifted weights, especially when she took the towel off me so there was nothing between my dick and her pussy. I wish I could have thought of something so I could have got my dick in her like Kavan had done with Kathryn but I knew I couldnt. Id told Kieran he could trust me not to do that and I knew better than to try. I knew which bedroom I wanted the one where Id spent the night with Rachael. I guess Id done just about everything with her, including a good blowjob, even if Id knocked myself for a loop when I bumped my head. I didnt know what Leigh would be willing to do but I figured maybe shed give me a blowjob too if I went down on her. It was a little cold in the bedroom after we shut the door so I got Leigh to help me zip the sleeping bags together as quickly as possible. When we got inside, we just hugged up to each other and kissed and groped until we got warm. I tried to figure out a good way to get Leigh to do what I wanted her to and finally decided Id just have to leave it up to her but Id do what I could to give her a chance. I crawled out of the sleeping bag, turned around, and then went back in head first. Maybe Leigh thought I was just going to do her because she started giggling. At first, thats all I did. I stayed up on my hands and knees, with my face between her legs, and licked her little pussy until I could taste her and it opened up a little. I guess all women have pussies that are different. I still think Rachaels is the closest to a cunt of any, with all that black hair and big inner labia. Siobhans looks grown-up too and maybe its a cunt instead of a pussy. Hers is pretty with all that red hair. Laurens too, except shes got dark hair. Kathryns is sort of cunt-like, even if she keeps her dark hair trimmed. Arials is definitely more pussy and theres not much hair around it. Whens Arials is closed up, all you can see is a crease between the fat little mounds on each side of her slit. Whens shes hot and open, you can see the inner lips like two little butterfly wings. Leighs is even more of a pussy. Even after I licked it open last time, it was still just a tiny little slit that didnt look big enough for anybodys dick. It took me forever to get at her clitoris and I even knew where it was supposed to be. After I nuzzled and licked and kissed her pussy for a while, I decided it was time to try my idea. I wrapped my arms around Leighs waist and rolled over so that she was on top of me with her legs on each side of my head. I didnt tell her to do anything; I just got her in position and went back to licking her pussy and waited to see if shed do anything to my dick. It was right there in front of her face and I didnt see how she could help but get the idea. She did. Id already told her how to suck my dick the last time Id got at her and licked her to a good orgasm. First she said she didnt want to do it because she didnt know how; I told her. Then she said she didnt want me to try to push my dick down her throat because she thought that was gross; I told her she could take charge of it and Id just be still and let her do it so that didnt happen. Then she said she didnt want to have to swallow my come; I told her Id tell her before I came and she could take her mouth off. Then she said what if I forgot; I told her she could swallow it or spit it out because I didnt care. She wrapped her hand around my dick and licked the head a few times. I stopped licking her pussy and waited, holding my breath and wanting her to take my dick in her mouth. When she did, I waited just a little longer, enjoying the feel of her lips sliding up and down on the head of my dick, and then I started licking her pussy again. I guess doing a sixty-nine is nice if you like it but I decided it wasnt what I wanted. If we were both doing something at the same time, I couldnt concentrate on how my dick felt with her mouth on it. If she was sucking my dick, I wanted to stop and just let her do me; if I was licking her pussy, I wanted her to wait her turn. It just seemed like it didnt work that well if we were both doing each other at the same time. I squirmed around in the sleeping bag until I was pointed in the same direction as Leigh was. I pulled her up against me and my dick started trying to find its way between her legs so I pulled it up and pressed it against her stomach. Let me do you first, I whispered, and then you can do me. OK? OK, she answered. Was I doing it right? Aint no wrong way, Leigh. She giggled. Kerry, thats the first time Ive ever heard you say aint. Well, there aint. Just use your hand and your mouth. Ill tell you when Im about to come and you can take your mouth off. You promise? Yeah. Then let me do you first, she said. OK. This time she squirmed around until she was head-first in the sleeping bag. Her little butt was up in the air and I slid my hand up her thigh until I found her little crack. When she started sucking on my dick, I started sliding my finger up and down and in and out. I guess that made her hot too because she started sucking really hard for a little while and then jacking my dick a little and then combining sucking and jacking both. Even if Id come once already, it didnt take that long before I was ready to come again. I told Leigh I was coming but she kept sucking with her mouth and then jacking me with her hand. I told her again, a little louder, and this time she took her mouth off. Her hand was enough to finish me off and I squirted somewhere down there in the dark in the sleeping bag. I hoped Leigh didnt get a face full but I didnt really care if she did. When it stopped, Leigh surprised me. She took the head of my dick in her mouth again and just held it there and played around on the head with her tongue. When she turned around again, she lay down half on top of me and kissed me. She kept sticking her tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it and wondered why she was trying to tongue fuck me. I tasted your stuff, she said. How was it? OK, I guess. Could you taste it on my tongue? No. Whats it like? She reached her hand down on my stomach and rubbed her finger around. Then she brought it back up to my mouth. I opened my lips and sucked her finger clean. It didnt taste like much of anything to me. I couldnt see why shed been so uptight about it. We played around a little more and she kept kissing me and rubbing her little tits on my chest and playing with my dick and balls. My dick had lost its hardness after I came but it didnt shrink back down to its soft size. It took a few minutes but she got me hard again. I hadnt wanted to go down on her after I came but, when my dick got hard, I decided maybe I wanted to give her a turn too. I guess my dick does tell me what to do. She surprised me though. She swung her leg over me and lay down on me so that my dick was pressed against her. She slid up and down a few times and I could feel her wet pussy on my dick and balls. The feeling that I wanted my dick in her pussy came on me so strong that I gave in to it and started poking at her to find where her opening was. Then I realized what I was about to do and I panicked. I pushed her down so my dick was pinned against her stomach. Damn, Leigh, dont do that. Youre about to get fucked, I said. I want you to, Kerry, she whispered. Shit, dont say that. You know we cant do it. We could if you had a rubber. Yeah, like I carried rubbers around with me all the time, even when I was naked. Maybe she believed all boys carried one in their billfold or in their pocket but I didnt. Kavan had offered to get me some more than once. Hed even teased me because I thought the big ones he used were the only size and hed offered to get regular sized ones for me. I decided Id take him up on his offer the first chance I got. If she wants me to fuck her, maybe Ill do it. But, shit, I told Mom and Dad I wouldnt and her mother trusts us to do anything else we want to as long as I dont stick my dick in her. Besides, I didnt really want to keep going with her and Ive heard gals get possessive about guys who get their cherry. I want to fuck her and she wants me to do it but I know I shouldnt. Maybe Id better think with my brain instead of my dick. How the hell do I know what I want to do with her? I squirmed around in the sleeping bag and managed to get down far enough so I could get to her pussy with my mouth. I couldnt stretch out on my stomach so I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up until I let my tongue do its tricks with her little bump. I guess she was pretty hot for it because it didnt take that long before she started moaning and grabbed my hair and pulled my face against her pussy. <><><> After dinner, when Arial said she had something for dessert, I thought she wanted to put the Hersheys chocolate syrup on ice cream or maybe snow or something like that. I really didnt have any idea that chocolate syrup could be used the way she wanted to do it. Id heard plenty of times kids at school talking about eating each other like it was something they did all the time but Id never heard them talk about licking stuff off each other. When Arial put it on Leighs nipple, I decided it was a damned good way to have fun. When Kathryn put the chocolate syrup on both of Leighs breasts and then on her navel, I wondered if anybody would think it was gross if I wanted to put some on her pussy too. When Kieran put it on Arials pussy and then Brad started licking it, I decided I was going to do it too whether it was gross or not. I put it right on the little ridge where her clit hides and then let it run down in the fold on each side of her opening. When I tried licking her pussy clean, I really liked it and I guess Leigh did too. She got her hands in my hair and wouldnt let me go until she came. It was a lot of fun playing around with the chocolate syrup and watching everybody licking pussy and sucking dick and I guess that was more than I expected. Then when Kavan said it was OK for Kathryn to let me get my dick in her pussy, that was something I never would have thought would happen. I guess Ill never understand all the stuff about different women and why I can get my dick in some of them and others I cant. When I was growing up and Mom and Dad would let me sleep with them once in a while, I loved to get at Moms breasts and I got hard-ons lots of time and wanted to do something to her with it but I was afraid to try. Arial says I cant do it with her because shes my sister. Shit! Shes on the pill and Brad can do it but I cant. I dont think that makes sense. I probably would do it with Mom and Arial both if I could. Then I cant do it with Leigh because shes too young and shes older than I am. Damn, my dicks not that big yet. I wouldnt hurt her. Ms. Lauren says my dicks just the right size for her. Shes lots older than I am but when Im fucking her I feel like everythings OK and theres nothing wrong with it. Then Kavan says its OK if I do it with Kathryn again. I sure as hell wouldnt turn that down but I dont know if it made sense for me to do it with my brothers girlfriend. Sense or not, it was one damn good fuck. Just lying there with my hands behind my head while she did all the work that was something new. I dont know what she was doing but every time she slid down on my dick and then slid forward, something inside her sort of rubbed on the head of my dick and it felt so good I knew I was going to come within a couple of minutes. When I felt it start, I just grabbed her by the hips and held her still and unloaded my balls somewhere deep inside her. It was like Id died and gone to heaven. When Leigh and I got in our sleeping bag, she whispered to me about how hot it made her to watch Kieran fucking Siobhan and Brad doing it with Arial and Kavan screwing Kathryn, all at the same time. Then just when I was spooned up to her with my dick nestled against her ass and sort of between her legs, she whispered that shed let me do it with her if Id get some condoms. Damn, what am I supposed to do? Ill be fucked if I know thats what I thought and I guess thats the way I went to sleep, not knowing what to do. <><><> (SIOBHAN) When I woke up on Sunday morning, Kieran was already out of our sleeping bag. Wed spread ours on mats closest to the stove so he could tend the fire during the night. Id awakened briefly when he got up twice. The first time, I suppose he was just checking the temperature in the cabin because he was back after a quick trip to the bathroom. The second time, he opened the stove and I heard him put in fresh wood before he crawled back in with me. The big room in the cabin was cool during the night but still comfortable enough to sleep naked in our sleeping bags, spooned up with each other. I was glad we hadnt needed to put on the sweat suits and socks wed brought in case it got too cold. I heard coffee perking so I sat up and looked around for Kieran and then saw him at the kitchen area at the other end of the cabin. He had on his sweats and was looking out the little window over the sink. I looked for my sweats and didnt see them where Id left them. When I looked around again, I saw a kitchen chair near the stove, the back draped with my sweats. I knew hed put them there to warm for me. I crawled out and put them on and then tiptoed to the other sleeping bags. Kerry was spooned up behind Leigh, his face almost hidden in her curly hair. Kavan and Kathryn were face to face, so close they were almost breathing the same air. Brads head was out of the bag but I didnt see Arial at first, just a lump. When I looked closer, I saw her blonde hair under his chin; she had her face against his chest. While I watched, Brads eyes opened and he smiled at me. I kissed my fingertips and then rubbed them on his mouth. In the bathroom, I peed, washed my face in the icy water, and then decided to be brave and to wash somewhere that needed it even more. Solar-heated water was more than adequate during the warm months but some changes had to be made if we were going to use the cabin during the winter. When I came out, the kids were all still lumps in their combined sleeping bags. I walked quietly to the other end of the room where Kieran sat waiting for me. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and another sitting on the table for me. Good morning, Love, he said. How are you this beautiful morning? Im fine but dont ask me to come back during cold weather until we get a water heater installed. I had to clean up somebodys mess from last night and cold waters no fun. Yeah, I know, he said. I washed when I got up too. I think my dick tried to crawl inside my body. Alans got the water heater ordered. Its supposed to be installed in a few days. You just had to come because of the snow, didnt you? Yeah, worth it, wasnt it. I suppose. It is beautiful outside. Wanna go for a walk before lunch? Yes. Lets wait for the kids to wake up so we can all go. How do you feel about what we did last night? he asked. OK, I guess. You fulfilled your chocolate fantasy; didnt you? Aw, come on, Siobhan, you know Ive never said anything like that but once and that was when she was a baby. You shouldnt have told her. Why not? We always try to be honest about sex with them. Youve always wanted them to be proud of what they are, even when it comes to sex. I know. I guess the fantasy wasnt really whats important. I just wanted them to grow up knowing how we enjoy sex with each other, to know we dont stop doing stuff like that just because were parents and older. Theyve got more hormones pumping through them than we have now. Theres no reason why we should be like lots of parents and pretend they dont have any interest in sex while theyre kids. You dont think there was anything wrong with it us pretending to be kids again and then fucking around with them? Honey, Ive told you for years how I feel about sex, how I think its a pile of crap for religions to teach that sex is a sin and lusting after each other is something were supposed to be ashamed of. I think sex is the most normal thing we do and lusting after each others just the way we all are. Its nothing to be ashamed of; its something to be proud of. Even with the kids? You dont think theres anything wrong with us playing with them? Shit, we didnt talk them into it. Kavan wanted me to lift weights with you just like he did with Kathryn. He wanted Brad to do it with Arial. Kerry was ready for anything, as usual. Arials the one who brought the chocolate syrup to the cabin. If anything, theyre the ones who talk us into playing with them. You know Arial loves to orchestrate us into doing stuff she wants to do. Well, it was a lot of fun, I said, but maybe its a good idea that you didnt let anybody else get at me below the waist. Why? Do you think you might have got what you want? Its entirely possible. Youre sure its what you want. Yes. OK, he said with a deep sigh. I guess its OK with me too. Might take some getting used to again. When do you want to start back? I asked. Maybe two oclock. Lets all go for a walk in the woods this morning, maybe up the trail beside the creek. The trees and rocks and all should be beautiful with the snow. When we come back, we can have a leisurely lunch and become parents again. Arial wants me to help Brad understand how women are about orgasms. I thought we might have a good long talk with them, maybe about what we did last night, and any other stuff about sex they want to talk about. I could use your help, you know. Im not sure I understand myself how women are about orgasms. Dont be silly, I said. Sometimes I want to have one or two. Sometimes I want a dozen. Sometimes I dont care if I even have one as long as you do. I love you, Siobhan, he said. Thanks for loving me and for my kids. I love you too, Kieran. Now go make the kids get up and lets get some breakfast fixed. I brought stuff for ham and eggs and grits. Is that alright with you? <><><> (ARIAL) On Sunday, we planned to leave the cabin just after lunch to go home. After our walk in the woods I thought everybody would enjoy something hot to eat and would like what Id fixed at home on Friday. Kerry was hungry even before noon. Whats for lunch? Im starved, he complained. Chili, I answered, with crackers and apples and cheddar cheese. Your kamikaze chili? he asked. I acted like I was going to hit him. I didnt think it was that bad. Yes, little brother. Its my famous kamikaze chili. Whats kamikaze chili? Brad asked. It means divine wind in Japanese, Kerry explained. My friend Kenjiro Daniels named it after he spent a Saturday with me. Arial made a pot of chili for lunch then too. He says its the legendary name of a typhoon that saved Japan in 1281 by destr0ying the Mongol navy. I dont get it, Leigh said. Whats that got to do with chili? Leigh, Dad said. Sometimes Kerrys like a man; sometimes hes just a little boy. Theyre all fascinated by flatulence. Whats flatulence? she asked. Mom leaned over and whispered in her ear. Leigh looked surprised. Farting? she said, loudly. I think she blushed redder than Moms hair when everybody started laughing. Kamikaze or not, everybody loved my chili, even if Dad and Kavan had to add more hot sauce to their servings. After we ate, we sat around the table for another hour or so talking about sex and how we felt and what we liked. Dad even remembered to bring up the subject of how women were about having orgasms. Mom helped by telling us how she could have orgasms with Dad if she wanted to and how sometimes she didnt care if she had one. Just like me. We were still sitting at the table talking when Dad got up, went to the bag with his clothes in it, and came back with a CD. He threw it on the table and I looked at it. It was a music CD: Tony Bennett - I Left My Heart in San Francisco. Whats this? I asked. Its for your Mom, Dad answered. I handed it to her but I still didnt understand why he was giving it to her. I knew she liked some of the old singers like Frank Sinatra and Peggy Lee and Mel Torme but I didnt understand why hed brought the CD to the cabin to give it to her. I looked at Mom and she looked as confused as I was. Its for her new car, Dad said. Her old one doesnt have a CD player. Kieran, I told you I dont need a new car, Mom said. What have you done now? I know but I want you to have one. Itll be delivered one day this week. Theyll call you when its ready to be picked up. What did you get her, Dad? Kerry asked. Its just a little BMW. Its white with tan leather interior. Real cool car. Great sound system. Neat, Kerry said. When can I drive it? Kieran, I wish you hadnt done that, Mom said. I told you I was happy with the one Ive got. Honey, the old ones got well over 100,000 miles on it. Its not trustworthy and its always in need of repair. I dont have time to keep it up for you. But we dont need to spend that kind of money on a car, Mom protested. I could tell she was pleased no matter what she said. Look, Dad said, Andersen Securitys bought me a company car, a new Mercedes, and itll be ready as soon as they can install all the special equipment in it. Ive sold my old one to the company so they can use it as a trade. Ill have a check from that next Friday thatll cover the cost of your car and leave a little extra. Mom just shook her head. She knew when it was time to let Dad have his way. If youre going to spend a week or two with Luke and Rachael when their babys born, you need a dependable car. I worried about you when you went down there last month in the old one. And anyway, were not moving, Dad added. I knew theyd looked at some new houses in the last few months and Dad had even taken all of us to see one in an expensive new subdivision off Boone Pike. I didnt know theyd decided not to buy a new house but I was glad because I didnt want to move. He let me have my way on the house, Mom said. I like my house and I dont want anything bigger or fancier. It was your Dad who thought we might want another house. I think it was C-E-O-itus. Im glad, Kerry said. Just cause hes CEO of Andersen Security, doesnt mean we have to get any fancier. I like living where we do. I sure dont want to have to change schools now. Andersens having an open house for all employees and their families in a few weeks, Dad said. Itll be on a Saturday and were having a big barbeque. Youre all invited. How many employees do you have now? I asked. Yeah, and are the buildings finished? Kerry tacked on. About fifty. Weve got the road paved and five buildings completed and occupied. Theyre still working on one building and the helicopter facilities. What else? Kavan asked, looking at Dad. What do you mean? Dad asked back. What else? New car for Mom, no new house for us, open house at Andersen Security: what else are you keeping from us? Im trying to buy the lot next to our house, on the South side, he said. I had to think for a minute to figure out which was the South side and when I did I was confused. I thought everybody thinks that lots impossible to build on, I said. I didnt say I had any plans to build on it, Dad said. The rock outcroppings and the steep slope make it a poor site. Id just like to have it. Your Moms got our lot pretty well landscaped. Id like to see what she can do around all the rocks. Yeah, thats what you say, Kavan said. Why were you and Mr. Jack spending so much time walking around on it and pointing at everything and talking so much? Dad smiled and I guess he knew hed been caught being less than truthful. OK, maybe I am thinking of something, he said. But just keep your mouths shut about it. Ive offered the owner less than half his asking price. The lot hasnt sold in over ten years. If I can get it at my price, Ill let you know what Im going to do with it. Everybody was quiet then. I saw Mom and Dad smiling at each other and I knew they were planning something. Anything else you want to let us know about? I asked. Luke and Rachael are going to move back here when things quiet down after their babys born. Mom said. Your father wants him to work for Andersen Security. I thought he had a research project to do for his Masters thesis, I said. Dont you want him to finish his Masters before he moves? He can do it after they move, Dad said. Stuart and I are helping him put together a project that his advisor suggested. Stuart says Luke should do the project and he can give him guidance on how to do it. I wish they could live close to us, Kerry said. Theyre like family and I miss them. Theyre not going to try to buy a house right away, Mom said. Theyre going to live with us for a few months or maybe with Lauren if the rest of her new house is finished. OK, is that all you two have to let us know about? Kavan asked. Dad waited a minute before answering and then he started grinning. Well, theres nothing else, he said. Except that your Mom thinks she wants something and Im trying to talk her out of it. Kieran, Mom said, dont you dare! Its something we both agree is totally stupid but she says its what she wants, Dad teased. It took a few minutes for the rest of us to coax it out of them. Mom finally relented and promised not to kill Dad if he told us. It was a complete surprise to me. Your Mom wants to have another baby, he said. Id like to help her. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twenty-Six As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 16; Arial Stuart, 14 (and ); Kerry Stuart, 11 (almost 12) Kathryn Jenssen, 17, Lauren Andersen, 51 TELLING THE STORY Kieran Stuart Siobhan Stuart Kerry Stuart <><><> (SIOBHAN) On Sunday morning, we all slept late. Kieran was the first one to get up. He tried to be quiet while getting his running gear but he woke me as usual. I tried to decide whether I wanted to go pee and go back to sleep or go pee and make a pot of coffee. Pee and coffee won. I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, in a white robe and socks, when Lauren came in, also in a white robe and socks. Our matching outfits got a smile from of both of us. I poured her a cup of coffee. How do you feel this morning? I asked. Im tired and a little sore. Good sore. Id forgotten how good it is to feel this way from making love. Whose bed am I sleeping in? Arials? she asked. Yes, the kids were very agreeable in reshuffling when they found out youd be staying with us. I answered. Arial wanted you to have her queen-size bed and said shed sleep on the living room couch. Kerry offered Arial his twin-size bed and said hed sleep on the couch. I wonder now if he was hoping hed get to sleep with you. Did he bother you in bed last night? She smiled. No, he didnt bother me. I got out a nightgown and started to put it on. He told me I wouldnt need it. When I got in bed, he snuggled up behind me. He reached around and put one hand on my breast and thats the way we went to sleep. Is he still sleeping? He woke up when I was getting my robe out of the closet. We had the blanket over us last night and he kicked it off when I got up. I wish you could have seen him stretch. Long arms and legs all over the place and it looked like he grew an inch while doing it. I guess he had to show me his morning hard-on. Quite a show. He mumbled something about sleeping with him again tonight, about wanting me to himself or wanting to do something by himself. I pulled the blanket up to his shoulders, kissed him on the cheek, and told him Yes, Kerry. He pulled the blanket over his head. I think he wants to sleep some more. Seems like youve already got a date for tonight then. Already? Did you have something else in mind? Yes, if we can talk Kerry into sharing you. Id like you to sleep with me and Kieran Monday night. She hesitated in answering. Im not sure thats wise, Siobhan. I didnt come here to cause problems for you two. Your marriage bed doesnt need anyone else in it. You wont cause any problems, Lauren. I know how strong our marriage is. When Kieran told the kids you were lonely, Kerry came up with the idea of making you part of our family. They talked it over and then talked me and Kieran into it. They think being loved can make anybody feel better. I agreed about the love part but I wasnt sure how youd be with the sex part. Then theyre very smart children. When we talked on the phone, Im just glad you told me what might happen. I told you I hadnt had sex with another man, except for Kieran, since Paul and I married. I thought I was ready for whatever might happen but, quite frankly, all of you sort of overwhelmed me last night. I warned you we played at sex with the kids. But last night was a surprise to me too. Weve never done anything like that before. She put her hand on mine. It was fun, Siobhan. I needed something to make me feel alive again. If you sleep with us Monday night, Id like to do something for you and for Kieran both. What? Somebody taught him about oral sex. He loves it. Me too. After all these years of marriage, he still loves to get his mouth down there. I just thought wed give him a two-for-one. You know, both of us, at the same time, and him. All the pussy he can eat. As far as I know, thats one hes never done before. And what do we do for him? After that, I hope youll let him give you a good old-fashioned fuck. You know, missionary position, legs up around his ass, him pounding away until you cant take it any more. I love it when he gets me that way. Maybe you might enjoy it too. And what are you going to do when hes pounding on me. Recuperating. You make sure Kerry has a good time tonight; Ill make sure Kieran has one too. Siobhan, she said, Ive never done anything quite like last night either. I wasnt expecting it and I guess Id been denying myself too long. Let me enjoy being loved by all of you for a few days. I made a decision last night that I should have made months ago. Theres a man Ive been thinking about, a widower, whose wife died not long after Paul. Theres so much Ive got to do in the next month or so but I want to give him a call. If it works out, I think Id like to get married again. I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Im glad youre thinking like that. You should open yourself to love again. Dont you think Paul would want you to? She nodded and smiled at me. Now help me with Kieran, I said. Hes going to have a hard time today. Hes scared of calling Stuart. He knows hes got to tell the kids the truth about how he helped you have Stuart. Theyre not going to be satisfied until he tells them the whole truth. Will you be OK with that? Do you know about us? The whole truth? Yes, he told me maybe ten years ago. I suppose he thought hed never see you again. I heard Kieran coming up the stairs from the basement. I held my finger up to my lips. She nodded her understanding. <><><> (KIERAN) On Sunday morning, I slipped out of bed early as usual. Weekday habits were hard to break on weekends. I got my running shoes, shirt and shorts, and tiptoed into the family room. I listened but I didnt hear any one else. I went out the back door and then down the hill for a run near the creek bank. When I came back, dripping sweat and exhausted, Siobhan and Lauren were sitting on the counter stools in the kitchen. They both had on a robe but neither seemed to care if it was open or closed. Why would flashes of a womans body, when she was clothed, be more erotic than the same peeks when she was nude? I stripped off my wet clothes and saw two women looking at my naked body. My balls were hanging down low from the heat and my dick was swollen against them. Siobhan had already poured me a big glass of orange juice. I drained it without putting it down. She handed me a small towel and I wiped off some of the sweat. She poured me a cup of coffee and I sat down on a stool with them. I looked at Lauren. How are you this morning? Im fine, Kieran. A little sore but fine. Are you OK with what we did? Its the first time weve done anything like that, the boys and me, I mean. The kids hatched the plot. Ill admit I didnt need much convincing. Do you understand what we were trying to do? It wasnt just sex. Siobhan and Ive been talking about it. She said Kerry came up with the idea of reminding me how good life can be. He got the other kids to help and they convinced you and Siobhan. Thats Kerry. Hes our love child. We hadnt planned on having him. Siobhans birth control pills didnt work because of an antibiotic. We both think hes the closest thing to an angel weve ever seen. Lauren laughed. Even when the little angel is making love to an old woman? Kieran asked, How many kids his age could understand like he does? That when youre lonely, making love can remind you how good life can be? He was having fun. But what he did was for you as well as for himself. I cant keep sleeping with him, you know. Im old enough to be his grandmother. We know. Siobhan and I talked about that. Puberty hit him about six months ago. He keeps bugging us to learn. We thought youd be a good teacher. You taught me very well. I could see her eyes becoming moist and she sat sipping her cup of coffee for a minute or so. Finally she looked at both of us and asked, Is there a nice place where we could go to brunch this morning? Id like all of us to dress up a little and go someplace real nice. And its my treat; dont argue with me. Siobhan stood up. Lets wake up the kids and tell them to shower and get dressed. She put her hand on Laurens arm. And would you shower with me and old stinky here? It might take two of us to get the sweat off him. Siobhan led her into our bedroom and on into our bath. I remembered my first shower with a woman Lauren so many years ago. They both helped in scrubbing me clean. They giggled like schoolgirls together in washing my cock. It rose in appreciation to a tired but willing state. I was glad when they let it be. Afterwards, Siobhan sat down on the stool in the bathroom so I could blow-dry her hair and comb it out. Lauren sat down on the commode and watched. Do me next? she asked. I nodded. They swapped places and I dried and combed Laurens shorter straight hair. Siobhan pushed me down on the stool so she could try to comb my hair. She never got it right. I always had to do it again when she wasnt looking. I caught Laurens hand and looked up at her and Siobhan. Therere a couple of things Ive got to do today. Ive got to tell the kids about us. I want them to know you and Paul asked me to be the sperm donor for Stuart. Im not going to lie about how I donated that sperm. After that, I want to call Stuart and invite him and his family to come for a visit with us. Are you going to try to put them up here, in your house? Lauren asked. Yes, we can put Stuart and Joanne in the basement in Kavan and Kathryns room. We keep some foam mats here that we use at the cabin and we can put the kids on those. They can sleep on foam mats. I think they could sleep anywhere. Could I make a suggestion? she asked. Sure. Let Stuart and Joanne have Arials bedroom where Ive been sleeping with Kerry. Let me move into Kerrys bedroom. We can put Arial and Kerry and little Paul on mats in the living room. Tell them we need them to help take care of the baby. Lauren and I looked at each other. A perfect solution it solved more than one problem. We nodded in agreement. <><><> Lauren insisted so we went to the best place in town for brunch. The prices were certainly high enough. I still wondered how they could make a profit after watching the kids eat. Even Arial went back for more a couple of times. <><><> After brunch, we went back home, got undressed, and all started doing whatever we wanted to do. I took the Sunday paper to the deck and started reading. Kavan and Kathryn disappeared downstairs to their bedroom. They didnt tell anybody what they were going to do but their laughter on the way downstairs told us. Arial and Kerry got books to read. In the summer, they always had something to finish before their Monday morning trip to the library. They curled up together on the couch on the deck. Lauren complained of a little headache and some residual jet lag. She asked for something for the headache and wanted to lie down and rest for an hour or so. Siobhan wanted to rest too so she invited Lauren to join her in our bedroom. After a while, I wandered into the bedroom. They both appeared to be sleeping. Lauren was curled up against Siobhan. I stood watching for a minute. Then I slipped quietly into bed with them and curled up behind Lauren. I must have had a good nap because I felt fine when I woke up. I looked up and Arial and Kerry were at the foot of the bed, looking at the three of us. When I moved, Lauren and Siobhan did too and I wondered how long they had been awake. Lauren held out her arms to the kids and they crawled in bed with us. Lauren was included in all the hugs and kisses, just as though she had always been part of our family. I knew it was time. I asked Kerry to tell Kavan and Kathryn to come up to the family room. I knew I had to tell them about my relationship with Lauren and Paul. They had to know I had a son with Lauren and that I was already a grandfather. Siobhan made us a big pitcher of lemonade. I needed it. My mouth was dry and my hands were sweating. She must have felt my anxiety. I want you kids to sit and listen to what your father has to say. Hes got something important to tell you. Dont you dare interrupt until hes finished! You can ask questions then. She looked at me, smiled, and nodded. I looked at Lauren. She gave me another smile and nod. I looked at the kids and started. I told you kids that Lauren was a very good friend when I was a teenager. Theres a lot more I didnt tell you. Lauren was married to Paul when I met them. Paul had fertility problems. They had one little girl who was conceived by artificial insemination from an anonymous sperm donor. They wanted to have another child. The second time, they chose the sperm donor. They chose me because I was so much like Paul. Lauren and I have a son together. His first name is Stuart, the same as our last name. Ive only seen him once, when he was two. Hes twenty-eight now. Hes married to Joanne. They have a son whos named after his grandfather, Paul. And Stuart wants to come visit us. Telling them took only a few minutes. Answering all the questions took almost an hour. Arial was tickled to learn she had another brother. Kavan understood that I was a grandfather and called me Grandpa during the questions. Kerry asked the most direct question of all. He looked at Lauren and then at me, evidently thinking, and then asked how I had donated the sperm. I knew there was no use in trying to hide anything from our kids. I donated the sperm the old-fashioned way. Lauren was my first teacher about love and sex, when I was sixteen. I made love with her over a period of about three months. Paul knew about it and was there when most of it occurred. That provoked a torrent of questions. I started stumbling in answering. With Lauren sitting next to me, I didnt know how much she wanted me to tell. She settled that. She started helping me tell the story. The kids got the honest unvarnished truth about every bit of it. When Lauren told them about me smoking pot and some of the things Id done with Paul, I wondered what they thought of me. Kavan gave me an answer to that. He stated laughing, said Id been bad, and he was going to give me a noogie when we finished our story. His knuckles on my head didnt hurt. His arm around my neck felt just fine. While I was getting the treatment from Kavan, I watched Arial hugging and kissing Lauren. Arial was crying and so was Lauren. Kerry hugged Lauren next. He was almost as tall as she was. He whispered something in her ear and she smiled and nodded at him. Late that afternoon, I called Stuart. When he answered, I told him who was calling. I told him I had him on a speakerphone and Lauren and my family were listening. He was silent for a few seconds. Lauren said you wanted to talk to me. She said it would be OK if I called you. I do, he answered, in a voice full of barely-contained emotions. Ive been trying to decide what to do. When Mom told me shed called you, I wanted to call you then. She told me she was going to go see you herself and shed let me know what to do. So I assume shes OK with us talking and seeing each other whenever we can. Yes, Im taking her advice, s I caught myself before I called him son. I was quiet for a moment. You were about to call me son, werent you? he asked. Yes. Its OK. I am your son. But Paul was my father. I always called him Dad. I cant call you that. I dont want you to. Your father was a friend to a teen-aged kid. Ive had a lot of years to think about what I did at his request. It took a real man to let me help him and your mother have a family. I dont want you to think of him in any other way but as your Dad. You can call me Stuart but I wont mind being called son by you. Paul loved you a great deal. I think he saw you as the sort of son he wanted. I know he was happy with the one he got. You can call me Kieran if you wish. Ill even answer to Grandpa. I think its going to take some time for me to get used to that. OK, Grandpa it is then. Just wait until you see your grandson, Paul. I watched my family as I talked to Stuart. Arial was sitting next to Lauren on the couch holding her hand. Kerry was stretched out on the couch, his head in Laurens lap and his long legs over the end of the couch. Kavan and Kathryn were sprawled on the floor. Siobhan was sitting near me. Gradually over the next hour or so, they began to speak to Stuart. Stuart changed to speakerphone too so his wife Joanne could listen and talk. Even their three-year-old Paul got in on the conversation. Before it was over, we had arranged for them to fly in on Thursday night, six days after Laurens arrival. When I hung up the phone, it occurred to me that buying airline tickets that quickly would be expensive. And that Stuart might not be earning enough yet to afford them. Could I pay for the tickets for Paul and his family, Lauren? I imagine I can afford them easier than he can. She smiled at me. You dont need to worry about that, Kieran. I can afford to buy them too. I bought all our tickets weeks ago, just after I talked to your parents. The kids had more questions for me but I had one for Lauren. You bought the tickets after you talked to my parents? How did you know things would work out this well? I talked to your parents. They remembered me. I think your mother even had an idea of what we did when you were sixteen. She told me enough about you so I knew you hadnt changed. I knew you pretty well too. I didnt think wed have any problems in getting our families together. The kids offered to fix Sunday night pizza for us. We kept the crusts in the freezer and they each had their own favorite version. Wed eaten all of their experiments except for the one when Arial put two cans of anchovies on one pizza. I asked Kerry to check the beer supply. I always wanted beer with my pizza and Siobhan had even decided she liked it with pizza too. I let Kavan and Kathryn have what they wanted to drink and Id never seen Kavan have more than two. When Kavan reported back that the old refrigerator in the basement was well stocked, I asked Lauren if beer was OK with her. She nodded yes and I sent the kids off to create. Siobhan brought up something Id been thinking about. Lauren, would it be OK if we invited another young couple to come for a visit? If were going to Cabin in the Woods on Saturday, they could meet us there. Its Luke and Rachael Bridges and their daughter Adrianna. Shes three, just like Paul, and Luke and Rachael are about the same ages as Stuart and Joanne. If Luke can get off work they might be able to stay the whole week. Lauren looked from Siobhan to me and then back. She must have guessed there was a story behind Luke and Rachael. Tell me about them, she said. I told here the short cleaned-up version, that Luke had lived with us for his senior year in high school when hed met Rachael, and wed been friends ever since, that they came for a visit every few months, and that their little girl Adrianna even called me Pop, for Grandpa. Lauren saw Siobhan smiling and evidently guessed there was more to the story. We gave her the full story. She laughed when she heard about my battle with Rachael. Please invite them, Kieran. It sounds like theyre part of your family already. I dont think the week would be complete without them. <><><> (KERRY) I found Dad sitting on the deck after dinner. He was just sitting there staring at nothing. I guess he was thinking about all that stuff he did when he was a kid. And then getting Lauren pregnant. Boy, thats something. Ive got a brother, half-brother, whos old enough to be my dad. Thats scary. Hope I like him. I sure like his mom. Hope I dont get her pregnant. Hello, Squirt. You sleeping with Lauren again tonight? Yeah, Dad, thats what I wanna talk to you about - sleeping with Lauren - and having sex with her. Are you OK about her having sex with you last night? And then Kavan and me? Yeah, Dad, I think I understand what me and Kavan and you were doing. We werent just having sex with Lauren, were we? We were doing what I wanted to do for her. We were showing her how good it feels to be loved; werent we. He looked at me like I was somebody he didnt know. No Kerry, its not just about sex. Laurens been very lonely and unhappy since her husband Paul died. When we played together with her last night, she had a lot of fun and we made her happy again. Can you understand that? Sure, its just like when Im being a mean little shit and you and Mom love me into being good. When Mom pulls me up against her with my head on her shoulder and then you hold me from behind, its like youre ganging up on me to make me straighten up. It makes me want to be good to you in return. If you can love me out of being bad, I guess you can love her out of unhappiness. Dad looked at me as though Id just discovered electricity or something. What, Dad? Im not a dummy, you know. No, Kerry, youre certainly not. But if you want to have sex with Lauren tonight, thats between the two of you. You know what Ive told you about that. Yeah, Dad, your usual lecture. Like if a girl gives me a blowjob and the guys at school ask me if she sucks cock, Im supposed to say I tried to kiss her and she wouldnt even let me do that. I understand why a real man doesnt talk about what he does with a woman. Cause its nobody elses business. Thats just about it, Kerry. You may want to brag but that just means youre hurting her first and yourself second. Dont do it. OK Dad, skip the lecture. Lauren and I didnt have sex when we slept together Friday night. We didnt even do it any more after we went to bed last night. I think were going to tonight but I need to talk to you first. Let me get this straight, Son. Youve slept with her a couple of times. You didnt have sex either night? Except for what we did together last night? No Dad, I dont think either of us needed to. She let me put my hand on her breasts, like Mom does sometimes. She even let me suck on them. When I put my hand between her legs, she didnt slap my hand away like Mom does. I even got my finger in her pussy. Boy, was she wet! And thats all you did, both nights? Yeah, thats pretty much it. Last night, I was lying on my back and she put her hand over my dick. She pushed my foreskin back and played with the head with her fingers. When it got hard, she put her hand over it and held it down against my stomach. She played with my balls with her fingertips and it tickled but I liked it. And how did Lauren seem to be about all that. Did she seem happy? Did you know if she had any trouble sleeping? I dont think so. I spooned up behind her, just like you do with Mom. She put my hand on her breast and held it there. We just went to sleep like that. I hope she liked it. I liked it a lot. If you woke up during the night, was she still in bed with you? You didnt wake up and find her crying, did you? No, I woke up the first night cause her head was on my shoulder and my arm had gone to sleep. Her eyes were open and she was looking at me. I just moved over and kissed her on the lips and then we went back to sleep. I didnt even wake up last night But you want to sleep with her again tonight? And this time you want to have sex; is that right? Yeah, Dad, I wanna sleep with her. And I want to do some other stuff too. I dont understand what I want to do. I wanna put my face on her pussy like you do with Mom. I want to make love to her too but I guess shed say my dicks too little. Kerry, your dicks not too little. Its lots bigger now than it was a year ago. Youre probably going to have one like Kavan and me. Yours is already big enough now to make a woman come, isnt it? Did I really make her come, Dad? I sorta figured she was just saying that to be nice cause Im a little kid. She told you she had an orgasm with you last night. Your Mom asked her about it and she said you really did make her come. I know I came too cause it got to where I couldnt stand to do it any more. I felt like something was squeezing me and it felt real good. Is that like a real orgasm? Sounds like it, Kerry. Are you ejaculating yet when you jack off? Yeah. Some. I dont squirt out as much as Kavan does. And its not all white like his. More like water, a little white in it. The white stuffs the sperm, isnt it? Yeah, thats right. And it feels real good when it comes out, like you cant stand to rub your dick anymore? Yeah, first I dont wanna stop and then, when that happens, I cant stand to do it any more for a few minutes. Well, keep practicing. Seems like youre having real orgasms. Theyll get better. I think youre growing up right on schedule, Son. Can I sleep with her tonight, Dad? May I? No, Dad, not you, me! Kerry, you know the difference. Dont play dumb. Youve always got to ask Lauren, not me. May I, Dad? Ive already asked her. She says its OK. But I want you to tell me its OK. I want to have sex with her again. I want you to tell me its OK for me to do that with her. Im just a kid and shes a grown woman. Son, youre going to make some woman a fine husband one of these days. You know that woman cant be Lauren. Just dont get too possessive over her. Shes a lot older than you are. You know you cant keep sleeping with her, dont you? I know that, Dad. But shes still a beautiful woman. And If I talk with Lauren and we agree on doing something, its OK with you and Mom? Yes, Kerry, its fine with us. Youre fine with both of us. <><><> After I talked to Dad, I took a bath by myself in the basement shower. I put on some underarm deodorant. Mom says I smell sometimes now and she got me my own deodorant. I never smell myself but I can smell Kavan and Dad. I looked close under my arms but I couldnt see but a few hairs yet. I checked around my dick and didnt see any more than last time I looked, just some around the base of my dick. My dick was a lot bigger than last year but I couldnt tell if it had grown any lately. My dick decided by itself to get hard, like it does sometimes. I rubbed it to help it. When it was hard, I got the ruler off the shelf where I keep it and checked. It was a little over five inches, maybe more. About the same as it was when I checked it a couple of weeks ago. I checked again. It was definitely a little over five. My balls were lots bigger than they were last summer. It was kind of funny the way my scrotum was now. It was looser and thinner and my balls hung down lower. I wondered how low theyd get before I was grown. I checked my mustache in the mirror. Dad calls it a mustache even if you cant see it unless you look close. He told me I didnt need to worry about shaving yet. I hope I dont get zits. I put on my pajama shorts and a white terry robe. When I went upstairs, I checked the clock. It was a few minutes before eight. I went in the family room and found Lauren. She was talking to Mom and Dad. Arial was reading. Kavan and Kathryn were groping each other. I walked up to Lauren and held out my hand to her. She looked at me and smiled. Mom and Dad were looking at me. I looked around and Arial and Kavan and Kathryn were looking at me. What? Lauren says she wants to go to bed early. She says weve got a busy day tomorrow. Lauren took my hand and we went down the hallway to Arials bedroom. I dont know why they all had to watch. I shut the door behind us. I didnt want anybody bothering us. Lauren gave me another big smile. She was beautiful when she smiled. I want to take a quick shower, Kerry. I wont be but just a few minutes. One of her suitcases was open and I stood looking at it. On the top on one side I saw a white nightgown. On the opposite side I saw her underwear, bras in one stack and panties in another. The nightgown looked fresh and smooth. I guessed she hadnt worn it since she was at our house. I picked up the nightgown and smelled it. It smelled nice but it didnt smell like her. I picked up a pair of panties and smelled them too. They didnt smell like anything. I thought of something Dad and I had talked about once. I took the nightgown and panties in the bathroom and laid them on the commode. I dont even think she heard me come in. I went back to her bedroom and took my robe off. I sat down on the bed Indian fashion. Dad kids me when I sit like that. He says it looks like Im meditating. I made sure she couldnt see anything down the legs of my pajamas. When she came out, she had on the nightgown. I guessed she had on the panties but I couldnt see them. She looked in her suitcase and found a hairbrush and started brushing her hair. Dont you want to sleep with me without anything on tonight? she asked. I nodded that I did. Then why did you bring me the nightgown and panties? Your nightgown was on top of the stuff in your suitcase. It made me think of something Dad and I talked about once. Are you going to tell me? I asked Dad why Mom wore a nightgown and panties sometimes and he wore pajamas. He said it was because the gift is more precious when you have a beautiful package to unwrap. I thought that made sense. Kerry, you are an amazing boy. Youve got more sense than a lot of men. Then its OK if I unwrap your package? And its OK if I want to do some other stuff before we go to sleep? Dad says its OK with him if I just ask you. What do you want to do, Kerry? You taught Dad about making love. I think thats why he doesnt want us to call it fucking, why he says he makes love with Mom. Thats what I want to do - make love with you. Saturday night was fun but too many of us were playing at the same time. I want to play with just you this time. I want to make love with you. Id like that too, Kerry. Can I ask one more question before we do anything? May I? Yeah, you may. Come on, Lauren. I know the difference. I just dont think of it every time. Yes, you may. Is my dick too little? Arial says it is. She says grown women want somebody with a big dick like Dads. Maybe like Kavans. His is big now. She looked at me kind of funny like. Mom and Dad do it all the time. I never know if its because Ive asked a stupid question or a smart one. Kerry, when you open your package tonight, I want you to put one finger in my vagina as deep as you can and just think about what it feels like around your finger. Do you think you can do that? Sure. When you do, think about how my vagina touches all around your finger. When put you dick in me, itll expand to hold you the same way. If your father puts his in me, it expands the same way. But mines not long like Dads. His is at about two inches longer than mine when were both hard. Yours will be longer, Kerry. It will be bigger. But you need to understand something. Most of the nerves that make sex feel so good for a woman are in the part of our vagina you can touch with your finger. Most of the nerves that make it feel so good for you are in the head of your dick, arent they? I thought about that for a while. She was right about my dick. So I can make you come even if my dick isnt big and long like Kavans and Dads. You did that last night, Kerry. Ill bet you can do it again tonight. That was what I wanted to know. Lauren lay down on the bed and I turned over on my side so I could look at her. I didnt know what to do first. Was I supposed to kiss her first and then feel her? When was I supposed to unwrap her package? I thought maybe Id better ask her. What do you want to do first? I thought you men decided that, Kerry. Will you really let me do what I want to first? Sure, Ill let you do anything you want to. Its sort of a secret fantasy of mine, Kerry. Its something Ive wanted to do since the first time I saw you. Id really like to do it if youll let me. I knew she was teasing me. Im no dummy. Ill let you, Lauren. I might even help you. What is it? I want to unwrap your package. I want you to lie down and let me play with it while its wrapped up. Then I want to unwrap it and play with it some more. Then I want to put my mouth on it and see if I can make you come. My dick was already hard. It got harder when she said that. When she put her hand on my shorts and felt it, I think it got harder again. When she pulled it out through the fly, I was afraid she was going to break it off. She played with it some more. I guess she liked sliding the skin up and down on it as much as I did. She started to pull my shorts down and I lifted my hips up and helped her. When she leaned over and took half of it in her mouth and sucked on it, it felt like it was going to burst. Then she did something I couldnt believe. She pushed her mouth down until her lips were around the base of my cock, in my pubic hair. I dont know where the head went. She let most of it slip out, took a deep breath, and did it again. I was about to rip the sheets off the bed. She kept doing it. Then she started sucking hard on the head and then going down on it. I knew I was going to bust wide open. I tried to tell her something was going to happen if she didnt stop. But I couldnt say anything. I could feel it starting somewhere back behind my balls. It was like a big hand squeezing somewhere in there and it felt the best of anything Id ever felt. I thought I couldnt stand it anymore. Then it started pumping and squeezing something out through my dick. That felt the best of all. When it stopped, Lauren took another deep breath and swallowed. She gave me a big smile and said, Kerry, you taste good. I was glad my dick stayed hard because I wanted to do something to her. I was glad she gave me a couple of minutes to rest up, though. After that, she made me be real slow about everything else. She showed me now she liked to be kissed. She let me play with her through her nightgown and let me put my hand under it and on her panties. I pushed them to one side and teased my finger into her pussy. I tried to feel it all around my finger like she said. I decided it was time for me to unwrap her package. She pulled her nightgown up and I pulled it over her head. All she had on was the panties. She lay back down and gave me a big grin. I rolled over on her with my mouth at her breasts and sucked on her nipples. She put her hands underneath her breasts and gave me first one and then the other to suck on. I really liked doing that. I decided it was time to go down on her like Dad had told me. When I got down there, I wasnt sure what to do. I got my nose between her legs next to her panties and smelled them again. They sure smelled different now. I pulled them to one side and tried to find out where to put my mouth. Id seen pussies before, Moms and Arials and Kathryns. I knew they sometimes sort of closed up and then sometimes they were wide open. Laurens was kind of closed up. I guessed Id better take her panties off. She lifted her hips up to help me. I got back down and tried kissing her pussy and then licking but all I got was hair in my mouth. Then I remembered what Dad had told me about finding a womans clitoris so I put my thumbs on her big lips just where her little lips come together and pulled outward and pushed upward. It worked. Her clitoris just popped out. It was like a little dick, about the size of the tip of my little finger, right up at the top of her pussy. Id have never found it without help. I licked it and sucked it like Dad told me to do. She must have liked it because she started squirming. I was hoping I could make her come like I was supposed to but she decided she wanted me to stick my big dick in her. She started saying stuff like, Come on, Kerry; make love to me. Come on, baby; do it. I want to feel your big dick. I crawled up on her and she held my big dick while I pushed and it went in her pussy like it was greased. I didnt ever want to take it out. I tried to push it in as deep as I could. She raised her legs up and wrapped them around my ass. I could feel my dick in her up to my balls. She squeezed me with her legs like she wanted me to stay in her. I tried to stay still but I couldnt. My dick wanted to slide in and out so it did. I liked that even better. I guess Lauren liked it too because after a while she started making noises. I was really getting to like it when something happened. She started cussing, saying stuff like, Oh, damn. Over and over. I felt something squeezing on my dick. I liked that too. I kept pushing in her and pulling it out and I felt the squeezing start in my insides too. When it started this time, I went somewhere. I dont know where. When I came back, I was laying on top of Lauren. My face was buried in her hair, beside her neck. She was breathing real hard. So was I. I looked at the clock. It was only nine fifteen. Good! I had time to do some more stuff with her before my bedtime. <><><> (SIOBHAN) Monday morning, I woke up without an alarm clock at six as usual. I was nestled up against Kieran. I slipped out quietly and went to the bathroom. I peed, washed my face and hands and brushed my hair. The morning was a little cool so I slipped on a robe and found some white socks for my feet. When I opened the bedroom door, Lauren was just coming out of Arials bedroom that she was sharing with Kerry, in white socks and robe again. In the kitchen, I asked Lauren to make a pot of coffee while I began assembling breakfast. Id taken a banana-nut bread out of the freezer the night before and it was on the counter ready for slicing and toasting. Lauren made a big bowl of fresh mixed fruit. I made a big ham and cheddar frittata for the ones who wanted it. I sat the orange juice cartons on the kitchen counter and decided that was enough. I sat down on a stool and poured two cups of coffee. While we were sipping our coffee, we heard metal clanging against metal down in the basement. Kavans lifting weights, I told Lauren. He and Kathryn have part time jobs working for a landscaping company this summer. They need to be there by eight and theyll quit about noon. They should be back by about twelve thirty. The clanging noise got louder. Kavanll be up in a few minutes with shorts and shirt on. He likes to wear sweatshirts with the sleeves cut off so he can show off his biceps. Make sure you admire his muscles. He lifts weights like that every morning? You dont need an alarm clock, do you? Not exactly like that. Let me tell you what happened a couple of weeks ago. I leaned closer to Lauren and she leaned across the counter top. I heard the weights clanging and Kathryn and Kavan laughing. I opened the basement doors and yelled at them, asking what they were doing. Kathryn invited me down. When I got downstairs, Kavan was on the exercise bench lifting weights. He was naked and so was Kathryn. She was sitting on top of him, straddling his body. You mean they were having sex while he was lifting weights? Yes, I giggled, sex like you wouldnt believe. She was sitting on his dick, facing toward his feet. He was lifting his usual one hundred pounds of weight. When he let the weight down, he lifted his butt up off the bench and Kathryns feet came off the floor. She had to hold on to his legs to keep from falling off. Hed lift the weights and then Kathryn. Did it maybe a half dozen times. Then he really had to show off. He took some deep breaths, lifted the weights up until his arms were straight, then lifted Kathryn up with his stomach and hip and legs muscles at the same time. Youre kidding. Hes that strong? Yes, but thats not the best part. He was looking at me while I was watching him do it. He held the weights and Kathryn at the same time and still managed to grunt out something to me. He said, Tell Dad having orgasms like this is great. You two ought to try it. Did you tell Kieran? No, I dont know whether to or not. That was our last quiet moment together for a while. It was laundry day. Kavan brought his and Kathryns stuff from the basement in two baskets. Arial brought hers in her arms. Kieran brought in a basketful from our bedroom. Kerry brought in one too. I could see hed brought Laurens dirty clothes with his own. I went over and started sorting everything out in piles on the kitchen floor. Lauren started helping me without saying a word, just smiling. I carried a basket into the laundry room and started the first load. Arial came back carrying a book. She poured herself orange juice and then started reading. Kerry came back with his arms full of sheets and pillowcases from the bed where he and Lauren were sleeping. He piled them with the other sheets, went over to Lauren and kissed her on the cheek. Arial was watching. When Kerry looked at her, she stuck her tongue out at him. He sat down beside her and started reading her book while he ate. He liked the frittata. Arial put the book where they both could read and nibbled on the banana-nut bread. Kieran came in again dressed for work, suit, no coat on yet. He asked me to call Luke and Rachael and invite them to come for a visit. Lauren and I talked while he ate. He kissed every one of us, as usual, and left. Kavan and Kathryn ate their customary big breakfasts and left for work. They both kissed me and Lauren goodbye. Kathryn whispered something to Lauren and Lauren said something I couldnt hear back to her. They kept whispering until Kathryn seemed satisfied and left with Kavan. Arial and Kerry wandered off somewhere. Lauren and I were suddenly alone. I poured us another cup of coffee. Since Id started using half and half decaffeinated and regular, I allowed myself a second cup. We cleaned up the remnants of the bread and frittata and fresh fruit. What did Kathryn want? I asked. She said she and Kavan want me to sleep with them. I told her I couldnt because I was sleeping with you and Kieran tonight. She asked me for Tuesday night and I said OK. Did you enjoy sex with Kerry last night? I asked. Was he a good lover? She told me, in detail. I was very proud of my son. We took Arial and Kerry to the library by nine so they could get their bi-weekly collection of books. Arial had discovered William Butler Yeats and 18th century English women writers. Kerry was reading books about geology and paleontology. I couldnt follow him when he skipped from Lucy to plate tectonics. They said theyd meet me out front at eleven. We dropped off the dry cleaning and then ran back by the house to start another load of laundry and to fold the ones in the dryer. We went to the grocery store. Lauren wanted to pay for the groceries but I insisted she was our guest. We went back home and I put away the groceries while she made telephone calls. I started another load in the washer and folded a load out of the dryer. When I went looking for Lauren, she was in the family room. She had a laptop computer open on the coffee table and was typing on it while she talked. I looked for the phone she was using to talk and didnt see one. Then I saw she had on a small headset. We went to pick up Arial and Kerry at the library at eleven. They both had their arms full. Lauren asked if they really read so many books. I told her it was their bi-weekly checkout and sometimes they had to renew some of the books. We were folding the last load of laundry when she asked me about getting a real estate agent. Could you or Kieran recommend a good real-estate agent for me, Siobhan? I want to look for a house one big enough for me and Stuart and Joanne and Paul. And Ill probably be buying some more property when I find it. Therell be a good bit of money involved and I want somebody I can trust to look out for my interests. I know a young man I think youd like, I said. Kierans company uses him and hes worked with him on a number of transactions. Lets talk to Kieran and see what he thinks. I may move rather fast. I need the house before the fall semester starts at the university. Thats about four weeks. Youve already decided to move here then? And Stuart and his family? We decided on that weeks ago. We just had to check out one last thing the Stuart family. I just called Stuart Thats going to get confusing, isnt it, having a son called Stuart and being involved with a family of Stuarts? and hes calling the university right now to accept a job. And hes calling the research center too, to accept a job with them. Names werent the only thing confusing. I let it show. Siobhan, Stuarts a brilliant young man, high-genius IQ. Hes been offered a research position at the university and another with a company in the research park. They both want him and theyve agreed to share him. The jobs overlap anyway. I dont understand what he does but he can handle it. Hes always handled everything. He and Joanne and little Paul moved in with me when big Paul got bad sick. We like living together. Were going to stay together when we move here. And you had all this worked out before you ever called us? Well, I didnt do all of it. Stuart and I made most of the plans. He found the jobs and liked them so that sort of clinched it. The only thing I didnt have worked out was you and Kieran and your family. Thats why I decided to come see you. At noon, we fixed lunch for the crew, sandwiches and fruit and iced tea. Kavan and Kathryn came in hot and tired and thirsty. They stripped off dirty clothes and took them in the laundry room. They wanted to eat first and shower later. We all fixed our plates and went out on the deck to eat. Kavan whispered something to Lauren and she nodded. He smiled back at her. After lunch, they wanted to shower and rest for a while. I knew that meant sex for a while. They invited the rest of us to shower with them. Kavan and Kathryn were already naked. Arial stood up and kept reading while she took off her shirt and shorts. She was ready. Kerry had his nose buried in a new book. I leaned over and turned it upside down. He looked around at the other kids and took off his shorts and shirt. I looked at Lauren for her response. Could we just watch? I cant keep up with you kids. Im not a teenager any more, you know. Sweet Kerry, dear Kerry. Somehow, he knew just the words to say. Well, you were last night. I made a mental note to kiss him for that. Maybe Lauren did too. Lauren and I sat on the steps while they showered. The four of them started two showerheads and Arial and Kerry helped the two workers scrub clean. Theyd done it quite often this summer. They started their horseplay grab-ass, Kerry called it and soon he and Kavan were sporting hard-ons. I think Lauren was surprised again when first Kathryn and then Arial kneeled down and sucked on their dicks for a minute or so. Kavan finally had enough. He grabbed Kathryn, both still dripping wet, and dragged her into the basement bedroom. Kerry and Arial turned off the shower, got towels, and dried off. They followed us back up the stairs to the kitchen, both got a book to read, and went out on the deck. Kerry still had an erection. It was all an everyday scene to me. I wondered how it looked to Lauren. I sorted the clean folded laundry and started putting them in the baskets. Lauren asked me how I knew what went to each. I told her that the boys all had different waist sizes so their underwear was easy. Same with shorts. Kieran and Kavan wore the same size knit shirt and they didnt care who got what. Arial and I wore different sizes in everything. Towels didnt matter. Sheets did but there were two king-size beds, Arials queen-size, and Kerrys twin. The baskets were color-coded. We all made the system work without even thinking about it. By mid-afternoon, I had everything done. I made a pot of hot tea and found some lemon cookies I liked. I invited Lauren to sit with me on the deck while we had tea and cookies. I knew what I was going to fix for supper Beef bourguignon with bread and salad. It wouldnt take long. I had never read all of the Sunday paper so I got that. We didnt subscribe to the daily paper because nobody ever had time to read it. I was in the Arts and Entertainment section while Lauren looked at the Real Estate. She started reading me a description of a property that was for sale: 300 + acres in horse-shoe bend of river, old house on promontory of ridge, heavily wooded with hardwood trees, cliff, cave, some remaining bottom land for crops. Kerry didnt even lift his eyes from the book he was reading. Thats the Freeloft property. Mrs. Freeloft says shes got to sell it. Her husband is in the early stages of Alzheimers disease. She says theyre land rich and money poor. Lauren looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. I didnt know how he knew about it. He looked up and saw we were waiting. We found it when we were exploring down the river, me and Larry and Kirk. If you go down the creek to where it runs into the river and then down the river a little, thats the Freeloft property. Its about thirty minutes walking. You know Mrs. Freeloft? I asked. Yeah, Mom, we met her last year. We were trying to figure out the geology on the cliffs down there. We cut over the hill on the way back and saw the house. They were out in the yard. They invited us in for something to drink and we stayed for a while. We see them every time we go down there. They always ask us to come back soon. Would you tell me about them? Lauren asked. You say Mr. Freeloft has Alzheimers. What else do you know about them? Theyre real nice to us. Seems like theyre always glad to see us. Theyre close to eighty years old. Dont have any kids. They seem like theyre in good health except Mr. Freelofts getting confused and forgetful. She said they were land rich and money poor? Those are her words? Yeah, she said she wants to move into town so she can have somebody to take care of them. Shes already having problems with Mr. Freeloft going off and forgetting how to get home. She says she doesnt have much money but the land is worth a lot. She wants to sell it so she can take care of Mr. Freeloft and herself. Can you tell me about the property? She says its about three hundred acres. Sort of in a horseshoe bend in the river. On the north side, therere limestone cliffs. The south side slopes down to bottomland that they used to farm. If you turn off Highway 20, theres a dirt road about a half-mile long that goes to two houses. The old houses a stone house that nobody lives in. They live in a brick house close to it. She told us Mr. Freelofts great grandfather built the stone house. Nobodys lived in it for years and years. She says keeping a good roof on it and paying property taxes are just too much. Could you take me to the property tomorrow afternoon? Id rather drive than walk. Could you show me around the property? And introduce me to the Freelofts? Sure, Kavan knows them too. We could show you all over the property. Weve explored almost all of it. About the only place weve never gone is the cave. They asked us to stay out of it. I could tell that Lauren was interested in the property. I had no idea how interested. She turned to me. Siobhan, Im impulsive. But I know what I want and I usually get it. Will you help me get something started without asking too many questions? I will if Kieran helps too. Fine. Now first I want a good lawyer, one that knows property and trusts and corporations. One that I can keep for years. Hell be glad he has me for a client. I want him to contact the Freelofts. I want to see the property tomorrow. I want the lawyer to be ready to offer them $100,000 for an option on the property. I want the property off the market immediately. If it turns out to be what I want, I want to buy the property from them. Ill offer them a good price on the property thatll include a trust to care for both of them as long as necessary. Can you call Kieran and you two help me get a lawyer to do the work for me? We can get that young real estate agent working on it too, if Kieran agrees. This was a Lauren I hadnt seen before. You want me to call him now? Hell be home in a few hours. Now! I want to have a lawyer representing me tomorrow morning. I want him to start planning tomorrow morning. If I give him the go-ahead tomorrow after I see the property, I want him and the agent to start working on it this week. I want the property off the market by Wednesday afternoon, earlier if possible. She turned back to Kerry. Kerry, would you like to have a job working for me? Kerry looked at me. I knew he didnt know what to say. Lauren, do you mean you want to hire him as an employee or do you just want him to help you with something? I want to hire him as an employee. Dont worry. I know what Im doing. Im going to be starting a company, a corporation, here. Kerrys going to be my first employee. Kavans going to be my second. And youre my third. As soon as you help me get that lawyer, Ill have him set up the corporation and start hiring. Kerry and Kavan need to start keeping time sheets of how much they work for me. Kerry can have an hour for this afternoon. When they take me to the Freeloft property tomorrow afternoon, they need to put it on their timesheets. Ill set up their pay rates and pay schedule when I have time. Youre salaried so dont worry about timesheets. She looked back at Kerry. He was watching us in bewilderment. He wasnt the only one who was bewildered. This was a Lauren I hadnt expected. I went in the house to call Kieran. He was certainly right when he said our lives were going to change when Lauren came. I wondered how much more they were going to change. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Sixty As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Arial Stuart, 16; Kerry Stuart, 12 ; Kenjiro Daniels, 15; Nicole Whittaker, 15 TELLING THE STORY Kerry Stuart <><><> (KERRY) Kenjiro and I were eating lunch in the school cafeteria on Tuesday when a pack of jocks walked by. One of them, Aaron Davis, said it again. Hey, little pussy, how ya doin? Did you hurt your sweet little hand hitting Jerome? I didnt say anything as usual. I just smiled at him and then turned back and started talking to Kenjiro again. What was that about? he asked. Nothing, just another stupid jock, thinks hes something. Why did he call you a little pussy? Shit, he calls me worse than that sometimes. He says Im nothing but a smart-ass little girl, sucking up to all the teachers. Fuck him! Are you going to let him get away with it? I dont care, Ken-chan. I think Im already more of a man than hell ever be. Hes not worth worrying about. Kenjiro started eating again. The mystery meat was supposed to be meatloaf but it sure as hell wasnt like Moms. I watched him and I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. He was thinking about something and I knew it was about Aaron Davis and his stupid remark. When he started smiling, I looked for the light bulb over his head. Ive got it, he said. Got what, meatloaf diarrhea? Yeah, diarrhea of the brain. Youre going to challenge him to a duel. Like hell, I am, I said. Hell kill me. Kenjiro just shook his head yes. I shook my head no. He shook his head yes. I shook my head no and gave him the finger. He leaned over closer to me, pushed my hand down, and smiled. Look, Ive got an idea for something thatll really shut him up. Let me check out something and Ill tell you about it tomorrow. Im not getting in any more trouble with jocks, Ken-chan. Weve just got one more week of classes and then three days of finals. Nobody blamed me for hitting Jerome but Im staying out of trouble for the next couple of weeks. You wont get in trouble. Trust me. Waitll you hear my plan. Youre gonna love it. <><><> I didnt see him the next day at school until I went to the Chew and Choke for lunch. He was waiting in the hall outside the cafeteria. We went through the line and then grabbed one of the small tables against the wall that held just two people. You really are going to love it, he said. One of the jocks owed me for helping him with his computer. I called him and found out what I needed to know. Youre gonna challenge Mr. Aaron Asshole Davis to a duel. Im going to be your second and Davis can get him one. Were going to get Grizzly to be the referee. Well let Grizzly in on it. Hell love it too. I sat and looked at him and ate my gooey slice of Friday pizza. I couldnt believe hed get me into something where Id get hurt or get in trouble. Would he? Maybe he would. What the fuck? Who knows? Ill kill you if you get me in trouble again, I said. Shit, Kerry, were friends. Im not gonna get you in trouble. Yeah, sure you wont. Whats your plan? He told me. I loved it. We talked about how to set it up. Over the next few days, two demented geniuses put together the plan and set up everything. I challenged Aaron the following Monday. We held the duel in one of the boys bathrooms Tuesday. I loved every minute of it. I won the duel. <><><> On Friday, the last day of classes, I had honors trigonometry with Mr. OReilly, the one the students call Mr. OReally, just before lunch. We had gotten along so well fall semester in honors analytical geometry, I made sure I got his trig class in the spring. When the class was over, he pulled me aside as I started to leave and asked me if Id go to his office so we could talk. I didnt suspect anything bad; I thought he wanted to talk to me about what I had done in his course. Mr. OReilly was one of the math teachers Id been working with about math courses to take. Id made an A in his honors geometry class fall semester and I had another A going in honors trig. I wanted to take all of the math the school offered and we couldnt see where to fit them all in. Hed agreed to help me do two of the easy ones on my own and all I had to do was take the same tests everybody else took When we walked into his cubicle, Mrs. Redford, my English teacher, was sitting in one chair and the school principal, Mrs. Frazier, was sitting in another. After the jock trouble fall semester, she talked to me lots and she always smiled and nodded or waved when she saw me. There were two empty chairs - one opposite Mrs. Frazier and one behind the desk. I stopped dead in my tracks. Come in and sit down, Kerry, Mrs. Frazier said. I got you a turkey club sandwich and a pint of milk for lunch. Will that be OK? Mr. OReilly sat down in the chair behind the desk and started taking food out a big brown bag. That left one chair. I was trapped. I knew Id been set up. But something smelled good and I was hungry. I took a deep breath and sat down. Howre you doing with statistics, Kerry? he asked. Im doing fine, Sir. My half-brother Stuarts letting me help him with some research hes doing for the University. Hes teaching me what to do with different statistical tools and were figuring out what we need to do with some data hes analyzing. Youre studying statistics, Kerry? Mrs. Frazier said. I didnt think we offered statistics. Thats a college course, isnt it? The school doesnt, Maam. Mr. OReallys helping me learn some of it on my own. He loaned me a couple of books and hes helping me when I get stuck on something. OReally? Mrs. Frazier asked. Yes, Maam. Nobody said anything for a minute, just sitting there smiling, and I finally realized what Id done. I looked at Mr. OReilly and he just shook his head and smiled. OReilly, Kerry, he said. My names OReilly. I know. Im sorry, sir, I said. I wished I could crawl under the chair. Id never called him OReally to his face and I guess Id said it because thats what so many students called him. He was a nice guy and hed gone out of his way to help me. I hoped I hadnt blown it. I hope you dont mind having lunch with me and Sarah and Andy, Mrs. Frazier said. I wanted to talk to you and I didnt want you to have to come to my office. I thought it might be best if we just kept this confidential. Am I in trouble? I asked. No, no, youre not in trouble, she answered. Sarah says she and you are good friends. She says youll tell me the truth about something. Will you? I looked at Mrs. Redford. She was taking the sandwiches from Mr. OReilly and putting them on plastic plates. I could smell bacon and something like a fruit cobbler. What? Weve heard rumors about you being in some sort of duel last Tuesday. There are different versions depending on whos telling it. We need to clear it up before school is over. We thought you might help us understand what happened. Shi..jeeze, I said. I let my breath out and slumped down in the chair a little. Not in trouble? It sure as hell sounded like trouble to me. I hated to do it but I had to kill Kenjiro. Would you like to have your sandwich before we talk, Kerry? Mrs. Frazier asked. Im hungry and Ill bet you are too. My boys always were when they were your age. Am I in trouble? I asked again. Mrs. Frazier smiled at me and shook her head. Kerry, I told you youre not in trouble. I just like to know whats going on in my school. When I can, I like to stop trouble before it starts. Mrs. Redford was holding out a paper plate with a sandwich toward me. I reached over and took it. The wrapper around the sandwich said Mama Dora. I knew it would be good. Anything from there always was. Do I smell some kind of fruit cobbler? I asked. I wanted time to think. Mr. OReilly reached in the bag, brought out four big covered bowls, and put them on the desk. I knew Id smelled it. We've got two peach, one blackberry, and one apple, he said. Which do you want, Mrs. Frazier? Theyre all good, she said. Let Kerry choose first. Can IMay I have the blackberry? I asked. Mrs. Redford pushed it toward me on the desk. Mr. OReilly reached in the bag again and held out a pint container of milk for me. We sat and ate without talking for a while. I finished my sandwich and cobbler and milk. Mrs. Frazier ate about half her peach cobbler and then looked at me. Kerry, I cant eat any more. If you dont mind eating after me, would you like to finish my peach cobbler? I knew I was being set up. They were being too nice to me. I decided Id better cooperate. Mrs. Frazier waited until Id finished her cobbler. Now, Kerry, perhaps you can tell me all about this duel I keep hearing about. Ive heard three or four different versions. I tried to think how to tell her and keep it clean at the same time. I decided I couldnt. I looked at Mrs. Redford. Id talked with her once about something and she hadnt fussed at me about keeping it clean. She saw me looking at her and she smiled at me and nodded. You can tell me, Kerry, Mrs. Frazier said. Ive raised two boys. Theres not much I havent heard. Just tell it like youd tell one of your friends. You wont get mad at me if its kind of dirty, will you? I dont think it can be any worse than what I hear in the hall every day, can it? Well, it started when Aaron Davis kept calling me a little pussy. I looked at the three of them. They didnt seem shocked or offended. Well, go on, Mrs. Frazier said. He called me that Thursday of last week when I was eating with Ken-chan; thats Kenjiro Daniels. We came up with a way to make him shut up. Why do you call him Ken-chan? Mrs. Frazier asked. In Japan they change the name like that when theyre talking to friends. The chan part means hes my friend. I didnt know that, she said. What did you do? This was the part I didnt want to talk about but I didnt see any way out of it. Well, you know guys are kind of sensitive about how big theiryou know... their Mrs. Frazier interrupted me. You can say penis, Kerry. You can say dick if you want to. My boys said it. I decided to go for it. Well, guysre sensitive about how big their dick is. If you want to put a guy down, you accuse him of having a little dick. You can even say he doesnt even have one and thats what Aaron was doing when he called me a pussy. From what Ive heard, you showed him up, Mr. OReilly said. Is that right? Yes, Sir. Kenjiro knows mines kind of big, at least, kind of big for my age. He said it was probably bigger than Aarons and I ought to dare him to, you know, see whose was bigger. We came up with the idea of a duel. I heard you even had seconds and a referee; is that right? Mrs. Frazier asked. Yes, Maam. Kenjiro was my second and some guy I didnt know was Aarons. We got Grizzly to be the referee because nobody messes with him. What was Grizzly doing with the yardstick? Mrs. Redford asked. I looked at her and it looked like she was trying to keep from laughing. I told him to bring a ruler. He said he couldnt find one except for the yardstick. Somebody told me Aaron thought youd challenged him to some sort of real duel, Mrs. Frazier said. I heard you challenged him to a duel in front of his friends last Monday and said, since you were smaller, youd get to choose the weapons and hed have to meet you in the boys bathroom or else he was chicken and hed have to apologize. That was pretty close. Id actually told Aaron hed be chicken shit if he didnt meet me. Yes, Maam. Thats about right. Well, what happened in the bathroom, Kerry? Nothing, Maam. Grizzly got us back to back and said we had to take three steps and then turn around. Aaron asked me what we were going to use for weapons and Grizzly told him we were going to use our dicks. He said when we turned around we had to drop our pants and hed check to see who had the biggest one. And did Aaron do it? Yes, Maam. He did it. He didnt want to but he did it. He conceded and said Grizzly didnt have to use the yardstick. After we pulled our pants back up, he apologized for what hed been saying and even shook my hand. I heard you even had witnesses lined up, Mrs. Redford said. Yes, Maam. We made sure we had some guys we knew we could trust. Grizzly let four of them in the bathroom with us. Kerry, theres something I dont understand, Mrs. Frazier said. What if youd lost the duel? What would Aaron have done then? I didnt see any need to tell them how Kenjiro had said we could make sure Aarons dick was smaller. He told me a guys dick always got smaller when he was anxious about something. He said it was part of the fight or flight response and staying in that state for a long time induced anxiety. So we decided on the duel and then made it worse by not telling Aaron what the weapons would be. He had to come to the boys bathroom not knowing what he was facing. I really didnt think I needed to tell them Id cheated a little. Kenjiro told me the duel might be close and we decided Id get to the bathroom a little ahead of Aaron and get ready. I pretended I had to piss and I went in one of the toilet stalls and stroked my dick until it was almost hard. I knew itd hold its size for a while unless I jacked off and it was probably close to five inches when I pulled my briefs down. I thought Aaron was going to chicken out when he saw my dick but he pulled his shorts down too. I had him beat by an inch or so. I knew I wasnt going to lose, Mrs. Frazier. Kenjiro knew a jock who owed him a favor. He called him and told him what we were thinking of doing and asked him how big Aaronsyou know, his dick was. Then he made him promise not to tell anybody ahead of time. He was one of the witnesses. Mrs. Frazier and Mrs. Redford were both smiling so big I knew they were getting a kick out of it. Mr. OReilly was trying to act like it wasnt funny to him. I tried to act serious but finally I couldnt help but smile too. Mrs. Frazier shook her head. Kerry, what am I going to do with you? Am I going to have to put up with stuff like this for three more years? No, Maam. Just two, I said. She looked puzzled. Why just two? she asked. Well, Id like to graduate in about three years so I can start to college when Im fifteen. Can I do it? Mrs. Redford smiled at me and shook her head too. You probably can, Kerry; you probably can, she said. Kerry, if you do that, your parents will have three kids in college at once, Mr. OReilly said. Thats a big financial drain. Why dont you slow down and stay with us for four years? Mom and Dad are already helping us plan. Theyve already got college investments for us. Moms the financial wizard. We think well be OK. Were all going to the university here and keep living at home. Kavans going to keep working part time at Manchester Landscaping. Arials going to be working with Brad on a research grant his Dads got. By the time I graduate from high school, maybe I can find something to help out. Well, if anybody can do it, I guess you can, Mrs. Redford said. My half-brother, Stuart, hes already got a Ph.D. in chemistry. He wants me to start planning on scholarships, especially in the sciences. He thinks I could get one at his alma mater if I go there for a Ph.D. Kerry, you do remember Im an English teacher, Mrs. Frazier said. I knew she was. I didnt understand why she reminded me. Then it dawned on me. I used my hand to erase an imaginary blackboard and then wrote on it. My half-brother, Stuart, has a Ph.D. in chemistry. How many times do you want me to write it? I asked. She just grinned and shook her head again. Have you already chosen your major in college, Kerry? Mr. OReilly asked. From the look on his face, I couldnt decide whether he was being incredulous or sarcastic. No, Sir, just something in the sciences. I dont want to major in English. I looked at Mrs. Frazier when I said it and she shook her head again. Mrs. Frazier wasnt quite through. I think we need to get this committee meeting back on track. Kerry, from the way you describe it, nobody touched anybody elses penis. Is that correct? Yes, Maam. We made sure that couldnt happen when we planned it. If Grizzly had used the yardstick, we had to hold our own penis. And neither of you had an erection or engaged in any sort of sexual activity? Mr. OReilly asked. No, Sir! I said. Mine was hanging down. I dont think Aaron had a harI mean, an erection. I didnt touch mine and Aaron didnt touch his while I was watching. Did you just have guys for witnesses? Mrs. Redford asked. From the way some of the girls talk, it sounds like they were witnesses for the duel. No, Maam, I said. It was just us guys. Mrs. Frazier looked at Mrs. Redford and then at Mr. OReilly. They all still looked like they were about to bust out laughing. Mrs. Redford, Mr. OReilly, youre both on the student disciplinary committee. Can you think of anything in the student conduct handbook that says boys cant expose themselves, that is, pull their pants down, as long as theyre in the boys bathroom? No, Maam, Mrs. Redford said. I believe thats where theyre supposed to do it, isnt it? I believe that sort of behavior is entirely proper in the circumstances, Mrs. Frazier, Mr. OReilly said, looking straight at me. I think we can conclude that there are no reasons to charge Kerry with any violation of the student conduct code. I put my hands on the arms of the chair and started to stand up. I didnt even know anything like that was being considered. May I go now? I asked. I looked at Mrs. Frazier when I said it. Not yet, Kerry, Mrs. Frazier said. Ive got something else I want to talk to you about. I slumped back down and looked at them. Jeeze, what now? I said, and they all three started laughing. Andy, would you mind if I used your office for a few more minutes to talk to Kerry, Mrs. Frazier said. I think the committees adjourned unless one of you has some more questions for Kerry. Oh, I dont really have any thing else to ask him, Mr. OReilly said, looking straight at me and smiling. Youre welcome to use my cubbyhole as long as you need it. I dont either, really, Mrs. Redford said. They both left and I heard them whispering and laughing as they went out. Mr. OReilly patted me on the shoulder as he walked past and Mrs. Redford mussed up my hair. Did you really just have a meeting of the student disciplinary committee? I asked Mrs. Frazier. Are you mad at me for what I did? Yes, Kerry, we had a meeting, she said, smiling at me. There are five members of the committee. We had a quorum with three. We just wanted to make sure thered be no trouble because of your duel. And Im not mad at you. Ill try not to cause any more problems, Maam, I said. At least not for the rest of the school year. Kerry, youre not causing problems, she said. When I go home tonight, Ill have a huge smile on my face when I tell my husband about this. Hell get as big a kick out of it as I have. And youd better not tell anybody I said that. Yes, Maam. Ive got a couple of other things I want to ask you about, she said. Theres a modeling and advertising agency the school has worked with for quite a few years. Theyve got a client that wants about a half dozen young kids to work for them as models. Therell be a year-long contract and lots of work. Do you think youd be interested? It might turn into a good way to earn something for college. I dont know, Maam. I dont know enough about it to give you an answer. I dont expect you to say yes or no right now. Ill give you their brochure describing what the models will be doing. You can think about it and talk to your parents. If youre interested, Ill put you on the list. When Ive got about twenty names, Ill call a meeting with Mr. DeMaria. Hes in charge of the account. I thought you said they want a half-dozen kids. Yes, thats right. Theyll work with everybody on the list for a while and then select the ones they want. I can put you on the list but it will be up to Mr. DeMaria as to whos picked. Hes not gay, is he? I asked. I knew that was stupid as soon as I said it. I dont think so, Kerry. If he is, hes got Mrs. DeMaria fooled. Shes a friend of mine and I dont think shes easy to fool. Why do you ask? I guess I thought lots of models were gay. Some of those TV programs make it look like theyre all gay. Thats not the real world, Kerry. My youngest son, Dan, is working as a model. He got his start when he was in high school here. Hes in college now studying architecture and modeling for a big New York agency. Hes cutting quite a swath through the female ranks. Every time he comes home, hes got a new conquest. Im sorry, Maam. I should have kept my mouth shut. I told you I dont know that much about modeling. Kerry, Dans earning enough modeling to make your head swim. He makes more than I do and hes working part time. You should see the sports car he drives. Well, that part sounds interesting. Id love to have some good wheels. OK. Come by the office and ask my secretary for the brochure. Talk to your parents and see what they think. Ill talk to them too before you go on the list. Im going to talk to Arial and Brad too and see if theyd be interested. Dont tell Arial, OK? Yes, Maam. Why do you think wed make good models? Youre all tall and thin and quite photogenic. Arials one of the most beautiful young girls Ive ever seen. Youre not too bad yourself for a boy. Your smile and your eyes are your best features. Brads got a great body and face for modeling. He doesnt think hes good looking. He says hes skinny and his face is kind of mixed up. Hes told me he doesnt know why Arial wants him for a boyfriend when she could have anybody she wants. Kerry, hes a very good-looking young man. Hes thin but hes got an athletic-looking body. His face isnt beautiful like yours but its warm and intelligent looking. Hes a lot like my son, Dan. You said the schools worked with the agency for years. Why does the school do it? The DeMarias have sort of adopted us. The school will be used as a background in most of the photos. We give them logistical help. In return, Mrs. DeMaria teaches a one-semester course for us every year. They also give us a lot of freebies in things like advertising and printing and hire a lot of our students to do the dirty work. Whats dirty work? I dont want to do anything like that. Not that kind of dirty, Kerry. I dont know what the agency calls it. Its just part-time work for our kids. Its doing things like carrying equipment, setting up, helping with anything thats needed, cleaning up when theyre through. They make quite a mess. What would I be doing? Modeling clothes. The account is with a big department store chain. In any one photo shoot, you might have to change clothes a couple of dozen times. What kind of clothes? Good stuff? Mom doesnt like it when I ask for some of the designer-label stuff. Well, thats exactly what it is, Kerry. It wont be ads for generic jeans and underwear. Itll be for the high-price labels so many kids think theyve got to have to fit in. Id have to model underwear? Yes, Kerry, but thats only a small part of what youd be modeling. You dont mind being seen in your underwear, do you? The guys and girls have different changing rooms but youll be in your underwear a lot around other guys. No, Maam. I dont think that would be a problem. I might have a problem if I had to change with the girls. Like the one you had in Mrs. Redfords class? she asked, with a big grin. DaI mean Did she tell you about that? Yes, Kerry. She told me. Its nothing bad. She loves to have you in her class. Shes very fond of you. She says youre probably the best student shes ever had. I dont know. I dont mean to do anything bad, Mrs. Frazier. Some of the girls love to tease me, see if they can make me get, you know, aroused. I wish theyd just leave me alone. I cant help it. I know, Kerry. Remember, Ive got two sons. They used to tell me about all their problems. Dan got teased just like theyre teasing you. It just means they like you. Theyre attracted to you, you know. You think so? Yes, Kerry, I know so. I know a great deal about what goes on in my school. Most of the girls are your admirers. I imagine youll start cutting a swath through your fans sooner or later. Damn, I hope so. Watch your language, Kerry. Ive got something else I want to talk to you about. Do you have any interest in drama, things like acting, singing, dancing? Yeah, some, I guess. Im meeting with the group thats going to do the school musical. I may be in it if I they decide I can do OK with singing and dancing. Its fun so far. The musicals going to be based on a movie, she said. Do you know which one? I didnt want to tell her that nobody would let me in on that until they decided I was good enough to be in the cast for the production. I hoped she would tell me if I acted dumb. No, Maam, just something about the Fifties. The students put on some sort of production every year, Kerry, usually in March or April. For next year, theyre tackling their most ambitious project yet. Theyre writing a musical version of the Porkys movie. Do you know that one? Yes, Maam. Thats a classic teen-age raunch movie. I guess all kids know it. Like Fast Times at Ridgemont High and Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Risky Business. Well, theyre talking about writing their own version, clean enough so the school can approve it. Itll use a lot of the old Fifties songs and the kids will lip-sync some of those and sing some. Theyll write some original ones and theyll sing all of those. Theyll be dancing like they did in the Fifties, whatever that was. Theyre talking about involving as many students as possible, maybe even using the choral group and the different instrumental groups and the school band. Its going to be a huge production if we can pull it off. I was wondering why they were starting with it now. I guess it takes a lot of work, doesnt it? Kerry, it takes a year to mount their usual production. In this case, well have to get copyright permission for the movie and the songs. The songs are no problem; the movie is but I think well be OK there too. I dont know what I can do in something like that. I can dance some and Im having fun trying to learn. Im even trying to sing. Kerry, Ive seen you in the cafeteria with Nicole Whittaker. Shes one of the main ones working on getting it organized. They all want you in it. She says shell teach you how to dance. I didnt know anybody had talked to Mrs. Frazier about me being in the musical. She made it sound like they wanted me for something specific. Whos they? You mean, they asked you about me being in it? Yes, Kerry. They asked for my help. They want you to play Peewee. Oh, shit, that was one of the central characters. My heart started beating faster. Damn, I cant do that, Mrs. Frazier. Kerry, I told you to watch your language. I hear worse everyday but Im supposed to tell you not to do it. Im sorry. It just slipped out. Kerry, do you know why he was called Peewee in the movie? Yes, Maam. He got that nickname because of the size of hisyou know. Yes, Kerry. I know. And everybody will know youre not really a peewee, especially after your duel. Maybe you dont exactly fit the part but, if you can keep your pants up, you can do it. The students will love it if you play the role. Think about it. I was too confused to know what to do. It sounded like somebody had been pulling strings to get me in the musical to do Peewee. I had been thinking they just wanted me to do some little role. I dont know, Mrs. Frazier. Ive got too much to think about. I dont know whether I could do it or not. Kerry, there will be a bunch of the faculty in it. Theyve asked me to be in it too. I may take one of the lead female roles. Who? What do you mean? They want you to playMrs. Whatshername? Mrs. Ballbreaker. No, Maam, Mrs. Ballbricker. Kerry, you didnt have to say Mrs. Whatshername. Well, you just told me to watch my language. Theyre writing something they call Ballbrickers soliloquy for the scene where she meets with the other coaches and the principal in his office. They want me to recite it, maybe even sing it. Yeah, thats a great scene. Do you know any of the old Fifties songs? I dont know what you kids are listening to today. No, Maam. Dad likes classical stuff. Arial likes stuff she calls Salsa so she can dance to it. She makes me dance with her sometimes. Yackity yack, don't talk back. I didnt know what Id said this time. I hadnt cussed and I was trying to be polite to her. Yes, Maam, Im sorry. No, Kerry. Thats a song from the Fifties by the Coasters. Theres a line which goes yackity yack, don't talk back. Have you ever heard it? I dont guess so. Why is everybody always picking on me? Shit, I couldnt keep up with her. That was one of the songs I'd heard at Nicole's house. Yeah, it seemed like everybody was picking on me. What was anybody doing to her? I didnt know what to say. Thats a line from another Coasters song, Charlie Brown, she said. Its one they want you to lip-sync. Was she calling me Charlie Brown? I'm not like the kid in Peanuts, am I? I was even more confused. Sheez, maybe I can do that. Whatever. Have you got internet access at home? She stood up so I did too. I hoped we were about through talking. Yes, Maam. Ive got my own computer. Look those songs up tonight. See if you can download them. Just imagine how the audience will respond when you lip-sync the line about picking on me. The audience will love it. Oh, boy, I should have never let Mr. OReilly talk me into coming in here today. Why, Kerry? I get bushwhacked by the disciplinary committee and Im supposed to go out modeling clothes and singing and dancing. Ive got too much to think about. She put her arm around me and pulled my head down to her and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Kerry, if youll do Peewee, Ill do Mrs. Ballbricker. Itll be fun. Id love to do it. How about it? I didnt know what to say. I just took a deep breath and then nodded. I couldnt even remember what class I was supposed to go to and I knew I was probably late. During my afternoon classes, I tried to pay attention, especially when my teachers talked about what would be on the final exams, but all I could think about was what had happened during the day. I tried to sort it all out and think about what I wanted to do, not what somebody else wanted me to do. When I thought about what they wanted and the way theyd kept it from me, I started to get pissed, royally pissed, and I was ready to tell them to go fuck themselves, or maybe just tell them to shove it. One minute Id be ready to quit the production before I ever really got in it. The next Id think about how much fun it was trying to do a dance routine with Nicole and the way I felt when the guys and gals said I was doing great. Maybe I could do the dancing but the singing, boy, thats something else. Maybe the best thing would be just to be quiet about what Id learned and see what happened. But, damn, I was pissed at Nicole and the others, yanking my chain like that, pretending they were just trying to see if I could dance well enough to be in the production, not one fucking hint they wanted me to play Peewee. Damn, she could at least have been honest with me. When school let out, Arial was waiting for me at our bus stop and we got on the bus and sat together. She wanted to talk as usual but I didnt for a change. I kept thinking about the meeting with the disciplinary committee, a little about the modeling possibility, and a lot about the school musical. I guess Arial wondered where I was because she put her hand on my leg and pinched me. I looked over at her. She was looking straight ahead and acting like it wasnt her who pinched me. I glanced down and caught a flash of light blue in her shirt. She had on a little shirt that buttoned down the front and it was unbuttoned some at the top. I saw the smooth curve of her breast and the light blue of her brassiere. It made me think of what happened the night Kavan and I had gone for a walk with Dad. <><><> When we came back from walking with Dad, Kavan disappeared to tell Kathryn what she should do about going to New York. Dad started talking to Mom in a low voice like he didnt want me to hear. I didnt see Arial so I assumed she was in her room reading. I went in my room and started to do something on my computer but I couldnt think of anything I wanted to do. I decided to do my brush and flush and then read a while. Nights were still a little cool so I put on some boxer shorts and a t-shirt and some white socks to keep my feet warm. I got a book and sat down in my computer chair but I didnt want to read either. I just sat there and thought about things. After a while, I heard Arial showering and doing her brush and flush. The bathroom door opened and then she tapped a couple of times on my door. When she came in, she was ready for bed too. She had on white socks, white panties, and a white t-shirt. She never wore anything underneath that at night and I could see her nipples poking the shirt. I sat up straight in my chair and held out my hand to her. What do you want, little boy? she whispered. A hug, thats all, just a hug, I whispered back. She let me pull her up between my legs and I wrapped my arms around her with my hands on her back and pulled her closer. I turned my face sideways and nestled my head between her breasts. She put her hands behind my head and held me. I shut my eyes and breathed in the clean girl smell of her. I decided that this was what I wanted. I could feel her chest rising and falling and my breathing settled into sync with hers. Mom and Dad were doing this in the kitchen tonight after dinner, I said. What? Just this. Mom was holding Dads head to her breasts and they both had their eyes closed. Kavan was standing there watching them. I walked in with my mouth running and they broke it off. I wish I hadnt disturbed them. It is nice, isnt it? It was nice. I didnt want to let her go. I didnt want to do anything with her except be close. I just wanted to be held against her breasts. Is something bothering you, Kerry? I took a deep breath and let it out. I dont know. Ive just been thinking about things and trying to decide what to do. Sometimes I dont know what the right thing to do is. Are you talking about sex? Maybe with Nicole. Its not just about sex, Arial. Its about love and wanting to be loved and not wanting to hurt her and wanting to make her happy. Its just all mixed up. I just want to do whats right. Kerry, maybe you are doing whats right, she said. Youre thinking about somebody else. Youre not trying to push her into doing something with you. If you were like most guys your age youd probably just want to get your dick in her pussy and never think about the rest of her. Did you do something else with her? I mean, besides kissing her. I guess so. A little. When we had the pool party, I came in the house with her to use the bathroom. I saw you leave together. You were holding her hand going up the stairs. Did you use it together? No, I didnt mean that. I let her go first and then I used it. When I came out, she was standing here in my room looking around. Im glad it was kind of dark so she didnt see the mess. I kissed her and put my hand on her breast. I was kind of afraid shed slap me but she didnt. What did she do? she asked. She just smiled at me and moved my hand off. Then she pulled her top up, took both my hands, and put them on her breasts. Maybe you think youve got little breasts but hers arent as big as yours. Is that all you did? Yeah, she let me hold her breasts for just a few seconds and then she put her top back in place and we came back to the pool. Did you get a hard-on? Yeah, we were standing up against each other and I know she could feel it. It was as hard as it could get in that damn Speedo. I thought I would rip out. Is that why you dived in the pool as soon as you came back to the party, to get cooled off? Yeah. Kerry, she wants the same thing you do. Just let her take the lead. Its like a dance. You can let her lead sometimes, cant you? <><><> Arial pinched me again and I realized the bus was almost full and Nicole was getting on. She usually tried to sit up front because she got off first. Id asked her about it and she had said she didnt like to have to run the gauntlet. When she saw me she smiled and winked at me and then sat with a girl who had saved her a seat. I sat there looking at the back of her head, thinking about how much I liked dancing with her, touching her, smelling her, even when she got sweaty, and then how it felt when she kissed me. Just thinking about what she did with her tongue made my dick take notice. Id felt like a damn fool when I put three of the rubbers Dad gave me in my backpack. No way was I really going to get to use them with her. When the bus turned onto her street, I made up my mind what I wanted to do. When Nicole started toward the door, I told Arial Id be home later and followed Nicole out the door of the bus. A bunch of kids got off and she didnt even notice me. Shed already started walking toward her house by the time I saw her. I ran after her and called her name. She turned toward me and waited. Kerry, what are you doing here? Were not practicing anymore until after finals are over. I know, I said. I want to talk to you. Well, nobodys at home at my house. Im not supposed to invite any guys in when Im there by myself. I need to talk to you, I said. It wont take long. We can do it on the front porch. Oh, I guess itll be OK. Mom knows you. You arent going to try anything; are you? I told you, I just want to talk to you. You havent been honest with me about me being in Porkys. She stopped, looked at me for a minute, then took my hand and started walking again. She didnt say anything so I didnt say anything else. I didnt want to let her know I was mad at her. Maybe I wasnt really mad but I didnt like the way the group had kept everything from me. When we went in the house, she said she wanted to change clothes and use the bathroom. She said I could use the bathroom the guys used when we were practicing and I could wait for her in the kitchen. I didnt really need to go bad but I decided Id do it anyway. I dropped my backpack on the floor in the entry hall and went to shake the dew off my rose. Afterwards, I sat down at the bar in the kitchen and waited for her. She came back in a few minutes, barefooted, in a knit shirt and shorts. I could tell she didnt have a bra on but Id already seen her like that when we were practicing. She had small breasts, even smaller than Arials, and her nipples were just little bumps under the shirt. I could tell shed washed her face and all her make up was gone. She was just as beautiful without it, maybe even more beautiful. She got a soft drink, a couple of glasses with ice, and we sat and drank and looked at each other. Why do you think I havent been honest with you, Kerry? she asked. Who told you we were going to do a musical version of Porky's? Im not going to tell you who told me, I said. All of you want me to play Peewee, dont you? Why didnt you tell me that? Kerry, we havent been dishonest with you. We do want you to play Peewee. One of the girls said youd be perfect for the role even if you werent short like the movie Peewee. We just didnt know whether you could sing or dance. We wanted to see if you could before we told you. I just looked at her, trying to think like the others would think when somebody said Id be perfect for the role. Maybe it would make sense to check me out carefully if I was being considered to play Peewee. Kerry, the role of Peewee is the most important one in our musical, she said. If we dont have somebody good for that, the whole thing might flop. Cant you see that? Yeah, I guess so. But why werent you all straight with me? Maybe I cant sing and dance good enough. Shit, Im not going to cry if I dont get to play Peewee. Kerry, the group decides how they want to handle things. Its not just me. They didnt want to hurt you by saying they wanted you for Peewee and then telling you sorry youre not good enough. The group has to make the decision, not me. Well, have they decided yet? Am I good enough? Whens somebody going to tell me? No, we havent decided yet. So far, youre perfect. Ive never danced with anybody like you. Lots of guys are like, well, like theyve got their feet in buckets of concrete. Youre like...I dont knowlike somebody who was born dancing. When I dance with you, its like I know exactly how youre going to move and Im connected to you. I love that feeling, dancing with you. Yeah, me too. I guess I feel the same way, like Im connected to you. Its funny. I just look in your eyes and I can see whether Im doing something right. You sort of smile with your eyes. When you did that dance routine with me after Bob and I showed you how just once, the group couldnt believe what you did. Bob said you changed some of it and made it better than hed done it. Then when you danced my part with Bob, they were blown away. They thought it was incredible. Youve got a great natural ability for dance, Kerry. So you think they might want me? What if I cant sing? Thats not as important. You dont need to be a great singer too. Peewee is supposed to be just a high school kid, not an opera star. But there is one way youre dont exactly fit the role. Whats that? You know why hes called Peewee in the movie, dont you? Yeah, cause hes got a little dick. Whats that got to do with it? Nobodys going to see mine. I heard about your duel with Aaron Davis last Tuesday, Nicole said. The whole schools heard about it. Yeah, thats the way Kenjiro and I planned it. Thats why we got witnesses we knew couldnt keep it to themselves. You are so bad, Kerry. Poor Aaron is getting teased to death. Well, maybe he shouldnt have called me a little pussy, I said. What if youd lost the duel? she asked. I was pretty sure I wouldnt. The whole thing was rigged. She sat and looked at me for a minute. I guess she was trying to figure out how I could rig something like that. Youve got to tell me how. Im dying to know what you did. I told her everything: how we found out how big Aarons dick was, how we made him anxious, how I primed my dick ahead of time, how Grizzly was in on all of it, and how we got the blabbermouth witnesses. She was grinning as wide as Mrs. Redford by the time I got through. She reached out her left hand across the table toward me and I laced my fingers through hers. Hers were long and slim, about like mine, except I didnt have red polish on mine. We both sat looking at our hands and then we made a church together, a lop-sided one because my fingers were longer, and let our thumbs play with each other. Kerry, please dont be mad at me, she said. I like you. Maybe I like you too much. I wouldnt do anything to hurt you. Im not mad, Nicole. Im not mad at anybody, I guess. I like the idea of being in the musical, dancing, especially with you. I just dont know whether I want to be Peewee. What if Im not good enough? Then well tell you, Kerry. So far, everybody wants you. I do. I think youve got the part if you want it. Just wait and let the group decide. I held out my left hand toward her, palm open, and she put her right hand in it. I closed my fingers around her hand. It felt light and small and soft inside my hand. I looked up into her eyes and felt connected to her again. If I play Peewee, do I get to dance with you? I whispered. She smiled at me, with her eyes as well as her mouth. Yes. Before the musical is over, Im your girlfriend. We even get each others cherry. Thats not exactly the way it was in the movie but were going to change it. Well, I guess that rules me out then, I said, grinning at her. Somebodys already got mine. Her face changed and she looked at me like she couldnt believe it. Youre kidding me! I shook my head. Youve already done it with a girl? Yeah, but dont ask me anything else. I wont talk about it. She smiled and then slipped into a giggle. I guess I cant play your girl then, cause somebodys already got mine too. Youre kidding me! She laughed, pulled her hand out of mine, and pushed mine down on the table. She put her hand on top of mine and sat looking at it. Its funny, she said, almost whispering. Youre just a little taller than me and maybe weigh a little more but your hands so much bigger than mine. Im going to be a big guy some day. But youre not even a teenager yet. Ill be thirteen in three months, Nicole. Im not exactly a little kid. She grinned. Yeah, well, the whole school knows that. I held my hands up, fingers spread wide, and she put hers, palm to palm, against mine. Her fingers werent as long as mine. She laced her fingers through mine again and we sat opposite each other, both our hands palm to palm, fingers laced together. I wont fall in love with you, Nicole, I whispered. But dont ask me not to like you. I wont, Kerry. I like you too. I like touching you, even if its just hands. Me too. What happens when Peewee and the girl get each others cherries? I asked. How does it happen in the musical? Her eyes almost closed; her face looked sort of dreamy. Theyre at a dance. The stage is full of couples dancing, just slow dancing. Everybodys close together, some still moving, some standing still, just swaying. Peewee and his girl are in the center of the stage and at first all the lights are on. The lights dim and then a spotlight finds Peewee and his girl. The other lights gradually go out and all the other couples slowly leave the stage. Peewee and his girl slow down and then stop, just holding each other. At the very end, they kiss and the spotlight goes out. Well, when do they do it? Thats it, Kerry. Youre supposed to know theyre going to do it when all the lights go out. Thats what weve got to make the audience believe. Damn, thats not very sexy. Is that the way it was in the Fifties? I dont know, Kerry. Mrs. Frazier made us promise wed keep it clean enough so we wouldnt cause any problems. She said she was risking a lot letting us do Porky's. She said we had to keep in mind what all the parents and the school board and people like preachers would think. She says itll be more romantic if were not too explicit. Just so we dont let them know what were really like, huh, so they can go on believing we dont ever think about sex, dont know anything about sex, ...and dont need to know anything about sex. I guess so. Are you going to let me rehearse that scene with you? Were trying to pick out a song now. Its got to be a romantic Fifties song. Ive listened to a bunch of songs and picked out a few that I think would be good. One of the guys is doing the same thing. The whole group will listen to the ones we choose and then pick out one. Nicole, I want to do it. Now? No, I dont mean now. I mean I want to play Peewee. What did you think I meant? What do girls usually think when a guy says he wants to do it? Oh, shit, that wasnt what I meant. Would you like to try the slow dancing scene with me? Yeah! Can we try it when we rehearse next week? I mean now. Huh? How can we? Well, the others arent here but we can imagine them. Ive got the CDs down in the basement where we practice. Thats where Mom makes me listen. She says she likes the music but doowop gets old after a while. Whats doowop? Thats what they called some of the music from the Fifties. Whats your favorite song? She stood up so I did too. Its called A Kiss from Your Lips by a group called the Flamingos. Want to hear it? Yeah! Lets go. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Sixty-Three As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 44; Siobhan Stuart, 43; Kavan Stuart, 17; Arial Stuart, 16; Kerry Stuart, 12 (Almost 13) Brad Weaver, 17; Kiki Daniels, 17; Nicole Whittaker, 15 TELLING THE STORY Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart (SIOBHAN) We called in our order for Chinese food a little before four oclock and then the others worked for a little while longer. The guys were covered with trails of sweat and dirt on their chest and legs. They had all wet their headbands in the ice water in the chest more than once and all of the bottled water was gone. Arial had helped by leveling the dirt in the path with a yard broom and her shirt and shorts were wet with sweat too. I was sticky and smelly with sweat and I hadnt done anything except lay in the chaise lounge and supervise. When they quit, I was ready for a shower and they were too. We all went around to the back of the house to get into the basement. The hillside on this side of the house was a little steep and the one path through the shrubs had small loose rocks in it. We all knew to watch our footing if we went down it. Kerry led the way. I went next with Kieran holding my hand so I wouldnt fall. Kavan was close behind me and I knew he was ready to catch me if I fell. Brad was right there too. Arial was to one side, watching. I could see from their faces how protective of me they felt. Kerry held open the small gate in the fence and then made sure it was secured. Once inside the basement we all headed toward the shower and started to get undressed. Somebodys got to wait for our food to be delivered, I said. It usually takes about forty minutes after we place an order and its been almost that long now. Ill do it, Kerry said. OK, Kieran said. You know where my billfold is. Tip the delivery guy twenty percent. No, Kerry, wait, Brad said. Arial and Ill take care of it. You go ahead and shower. Kerry looked at his father. I knew he would wait until Kieran settled it. OK, he said, looking at Kerry. Go get my billfold. No, Kieran, Brad said, Arial and I will wait and Ill pay for it. Kieran looked at him. Brad had a serious expression on his face, contesting Kieran. Arial was looking at both of them. It was easy to see she liked this side of Brad. Kieran knew when to give in. He nodded his agreement. Brad and Arial went up the stairs to the kitchen, Brad behind her. I heard her squeal and I knew hed goosed her again. Kieran and I and the boys undressed and tossed our clothes in the basket that we kept near the steps. Kavan picked up the old bench and carried it in the shower. Kerry opened the cabinet where we kept towels and washcloths and put a stack on the shelf just outside the shower door. He went in and turned on both shower heads. When Kieran and the boys had enclosed the shower with opaque glass blocks, they had laid one course on the floor all around with waterproof adhesive and then caulked that with silicone caulk. We were all used to stepping over the six-inch height under the door. Kieran held out his hand again. I put mine in it and stepped over the six-inch blocks carefully. Cant do a damn thing without somebody holding my hand, I said. Kieran didnt answer. The boys didnt either but they both were grinning and swapping back and forth under one of the two shower heads. The floor of the shower was dark with the dirt coming off them. I made Kieran do the same thing for a minute or so and then took my turn. When I went to the old bench and sat down, he knew what I wanted. He found my shampoo on the shelf, squirted some on my head, and started doing one of my favorite things. I looked at Kavan and Kerry, each standing under a shower head, watching us, still grinning at us, and then shut my eyes. When Kieran stopped, somebody, really two of them, each took one of my hands in theirs, pulled me up, and led me under a shower head. I stood there muttering, pretending to protest, while they lifted my hair and got the shampoo out. I had just opened my eyes when the door to the shower opened. Brad and Arial were there, naked already. They stood watching and I decided to give Brad a little show, something I knew Kieran loved. I lifted my hands over my head and then slowly slid them down my neck a couple of times, pressing the water out of my hair. Kieran loved to watch what happened to my breasts when I lifted my arms like that. I quickly glanced at the boys faces and then at Brads. I think Brad liked looking at my uplifted breasts as much as Kieran did. Arial took his hand, stepped in the shower, and pulled him in. I started to tell him to close his mouth. Brad, shut the door, Kerry said, and he did. Brad, shut your mouth, Kavan said, and he did. Arial giggled. We all got busy bathing. Kieran and Kavan swapped back scrubs. Brad saw them doing it and got Kerry to swap with him. Arial was helping me until I sat down on the bench again. When I lifted my feet and looked at Kieran, he knew what I wanted. He nudged Arial over toward Brad, got the fingernail brush, and squatted down at my feet. He gave my feet, especially my toes, a good scrubbing with the brush. It was another one of those little things hed learned to do for me when I became heavy with children. I looked up at the kids and saw that Brad was washing Arials back but looking at Kieran and me. Kieran motioned for me to come closer and I leaned over. Brad cant take his eyes off you, he whispered in my ear. Why dont you give him a big kiss? No, Kieran, I whispered to him. Im not going to embarrass him in front of Arial. After he felt the baby, did you notice the bulge in his shorts when he stood up? he asked. Yes, but that doesnt mean I should hurt her feelings. Ill ask her if its OK for you to do it, he said. You know she likes to tease him. Kieran, you are so bad, I said. When are you going to grow up? Never! He was smiling at me; he knew Id do it. He stood up, walked over to Arial, and whispered in her ear. Brad was looking at us with a puzzled look on his face. Arial grinned, walked over to me, helped me stand up, and then whispered in my ear. Put his hand on your breasts and give him just a little touch of tongue. I puckered up my lips in what Kieran calls a rabbit kiss and tossed it in Brads direction. Kieran put both hands on Brads back and pushed him over toward me. Kiss her, Brad, Arial said. Yes, Brad, kiss her, Kieran said. Brad kissed me, just on the cheek, and started to turn away. Arial pushed him back toward me. This time he kissed me on the cheek, then on my mouth with closed lips, and started to turn away again. I caught his hand, pulled him back, and put his hand on my breast. He gave Arial and Kieran one quick glance, leaned over and kissed me again. This time, when I opened my mouth and probed his lips with my tongue, he opened to me and then gave me a tongue to play with for a few seconds. I put one hand on his butt, pulled him closer to my swollen belly, and pressed against him. When I turned him loose, I saw that he had the beginnings of a good boner. He looked around at all the others and started grinning too. I dont care, he said. You can tease me all you want to. I think shes a beautiful woman. Ive never seen a pregnant woman naked. Dont blame me for looking. He looked down at his dick and then back up at Arial. Im not ashamed of that either, Arial Stuart, he said. Arial walked over to him and hugged up against him. Im glad, Brad, she said. You can save it for me for later. Kieran patted him on the shoulder, took my hand, and we went out to dry off. The boys followed us, leaving Arial and Brad still holding each other. As they left, Kavan patted him on the shoulder and Kerry slapped him on the butt. Then Kavan pushed the shower door closed and all I could see through the glass-block was the blurred and distorted image of two bodies still close. Kavan went in his room and Kerry led the way up the stairs to the kitchen. He took a quick peek at the Chinese food on the table and then almost ran toward his room. Where are the keys to Black Beauty, Dad? he yelled back at Kieran. You get dressed, Kieran yelled to him. Ill find them. You and Kavan need to get out of here and go pick up two girls. Kieran followed me down the hall to our room. He put on shorts and a shirt, found the keys to his Mercedes where they were supposed to be for once, and went back in the kitchen. I put on panties and another loose shift and followed him a minute of so later. I sat at the kitchen table while Kieran opened kitchen cabinets one after other. I knew what he was looking for so I let him find it. The basement door opened and Arial and Brad came in. He still had an almost stiff boner swinging around. He smiled at me and then followed Arial down the hall to their room. (KIERAN) I pulled the plastic plates, spoons, forks, and knives out of the cabinet and piled them in the center of the kitchen table. I put the paper towels in the center with them and decided that was enough effort at setting the table. Kerry came back in the kitchen in sandals, shorts, and shirt, his usual summer wear when he left the house. Hed even combed his long hair back neatly on each side. He held out his hand and I gave him the keys. Thanks, Dad, he said. Ill let Kavan drive if you think you can trust him. Without even a reply he was on his way down to the basement to get Kavan. Brad walked in while I was looking around thinking what else wed need. He had on sandals, shorts, and shirt too. He was still parting his hair on the side like I was, not in the middle like Stuart, Kavan and Kerry. If he gave in and switched, I knew Id have to part mine in the middle too. He found the plastic cups and started filling them with ice. Kieran, would you please not do me like that again? he asked without looking at me. He was filling a cup with ice and the dispenser was grinding away noisily as usual. I wasnt quite sure I heard what he was saying. What, Brad? He looked at me and Siobhan. He wasnt smiling. He sat two cups with ice on the table and stood there. You know what Im talking about. Its what you and Arial and Siobhan did. Please dont do it again. Brad, we were just playing, I said. You know how we are. Yeah, I know and Im OK with playing, I guess. Im not going to apologize for getting a hard-on when Siobhan kissed me and put my hand on her breast. You know how sexy she is. Shes still just as sexy even if she is pregnant. Well, why are you asking me not to do it again? Ask Siobhan. Look, Im horny as hell all the time even with Arial, he said. I know you and Arial encouraged her to do it. Maybe Id like to fuck her. I dont know. But thats not what I want her to do. Do you want to know what I really wish she would do? What? I wish she would love me like she loves Kerry and Arial and Kavan. I wish she was my mother too. Maybe I need love more than I need sex. I looked at him and he was totally serious. I didnt know what to say. Kieran, he continued, my Dads a good man and he makes sure I know he loves me. He says it more now than he ever did before they divorced. He gives me lots of stuff but not enough of himself. Mom never made me feel she loved me when I was growing up. She was always too busy. I felt kind of empty when I was a kid, like I wasnt good enough to be loved by her. I could see his eyes glistening. I did the same thing I do with Kavan and Kerry when I know theyre hurting. I walked over and hugged him. He was taller than me. I pushed his head down on my shoulder anyway and rubbed the back of his head. Im sorry, Son, I said. I didnt intend to hurt you. Siobhan didnt either. Yeah, and you just called me Son. Did you say that just to make me feel better or do you really think of me like a son? I saw Arial coming down the hall and motioned for her to go away. I pushed Brad away from me and looked directly at him. I did it without thinking, Brad. I do it with my three boys. I do it with Luke too. Maybe I do feel like youre my son. Id be proud if you really were, except I wouldnt let you marry Arial. Well, you and Siobhan need to think about what I said, he said. Sometimes I feel like theres a hole in me, something missing, and maybe she could help fill it in. Youre quite a kid, Brad, I said. Not a kid though, youre a good man. I hope you and Arial have a long and happy life together. You can come in now, Arial, Brad said. Kieran and I are through hugging. She came in the kitchen. She had on the same uniform as the others. Even her golden halo of hair was parted in the middle. <><><> We ate squeezed together at the kitchen table. It was bedlam but I loved every minute of it. When we finished, I chased the kids off to the movie. I dont suppose they were in Brads Jeep and Arials little Beamer before I was out of my clothes. I tossed my shorts and shirt in my recliner in the family room and went back in the kitchen. Siobhan was sitting there looking at the mess theyd left. They had offered to clean up but I had chased them out so theyd make the movie on time. I got a big plastic bag from under the sink, opened it and handed it to Siobhan. She held it while I dumped all the plastic and paper stuff in it. She sometimes insisted on washing and reusing the plastic but she didnt this time. I tied the bag and took it out to the garage and left it there until I could put it in the big garbage can before Monday morning pickup. When I came back, Siobhan had taken off her shift and was wiping off the table, just letting the remaining debris fall on the floor. I grabbed the broom and dustpan and swept the floor while she watched. She didnt offer to bend over to hold the dustpan so I handed her the broom and squatted down to hold it. I looked up when she started sweeping the mess to one side. She wasnt looking where she was sweeping; she was looking between my legs. I looked down. My cock wasnt hard but it was engorged and almost full. Must have been that Kung Pow Chicken, I said. I think I got too many of those little chili peppers. She didnt say anything at first. I squatted there looking up at her from flaming red bush, over swollen stomach, over heavy breasts, and finally at her face. She had a little smile on her lips. She handed me the broom. Put those away and come here, she said, as she sat down in a kitchen chair. When I came back from the closet, she spread her legs wide and motioned for me to come closer. I stood still just between her knees and waited. She reached out, cupped my balls in one hand, lifted my dick with the other, slid my foreskin back, and sat there looking at it. She moved her hand slowly up and down until it was standing up by itself. What do you want? I asked. She looked up and me and gave me a really big smile. She said, Im going to have some Kum! Pow! Cock! Im still hungry. Damn Chinese food. The way she said that, with emphasis on each of the three words, would have given a eunuch a hard-on, and I most certainly wasnt one of those. Youd better be careful, I said. You may get a big mouthful. Im warning you. She picked up the damp dishtowel from the table, spread it on the floor between us, and then looked up again. Im going to suck your balls dry, she threatened. When was the last time you had a good blow-job? I tried to remember. By the time I remembered that it was exactly three weeks ago, she had the head of my dick in her mouth. I took a couple of deep breaths, put my hands on her shoulders, and shut my eyes. She kept one hand on my balls, the other on the shaft of my dick, and her mouth on the head. With her stroking, sucking, and licking, I knew it wouldnt be long before I gave her a mouthful. She kept at me for a minute or so and I could feel it building. Then suddenly she put both hands on my hips, took her mouth off my cock, and looked up at me again. Fuck me in the mouth, she whispered, then leaned forward, and captured the head of my dick again. Wed done it before and I knew to keep my strokes short so I didnt gag her. I moved my hips back and forth just a couple of inches while she kept the head in her mouth with her tongue up against the most sensitive part just under the head. Im going to come, I whispered after a minute or so. She didnt say anything at first so I fucked her mouth faster and faster. Suddenly she leaned back, took a couple of deep breaths, looked up at me and said Kum! Pow! Cock! Then she had her hands and mouth back on me and was jacking me and sucking me at the same time. I held on to her shoulders and let my balls explode. She kept her mouth on me until Id squirted my last, not swallowing, just holding the head of my dick inside her lips. My balls felt empty. If she hadnt sucked them dry shed made a good start. Finally she decided I had squirted my last. She leaned over and spit again and again in the kitchen towel on the floor. When she stopped spitting, she looked back at my dick and milked it down a couple of times until another white globule oozed out. She took the head in her mouth again, licked, swallowed, squeezed, milked it down a couple of times, licked, swallowed, and then finally gently sucked on it. I felt like my knees were about to buckle. When I could speak again, I said. Damn, Siobhan, whats got into you? She took her mouth off, looked up at me, and said, Its not whats got into me, Kieran. Its what hasnt got into me those four cocks I saw at lunch today. I looked down at her. Her eyes were blazing and she was breathing just as hard as me. <><><> (SIOBHAN) Kieran sat down in a chair at the end of the kitchen table looking at me. I licked around in my mouth, trying to round up the last elusive globule of semen. When I found it under my tongue, I nudged it out of hiding and swallowed it. What do you want to do now? I asked. Id like to pick you up, carry you to our bed, and fuck the hell out of you, he said. I dont dare. I think you turned my legs into rubber bands. Well, anyway, you cant fuck the hell out of me, Kieran, I said. Youve tried often enough over the years. Youve never succeeded yet. Yeah, I know, he said. How about I go down on you and see what I can do that way? Can we take a few minutes to catch our breath? I asked. I want to talk about Brad. Thats fine with me, he said. Lets talk in bed, OK? OK, but would you pour me a glass of milk first? I asked. Baby needs her calcium. I sat and drank the milk while he finished tidying up the kitchen. He picked the kitchen towel up off the floor, tossed it in the laundry room, pushed the chairs up to the kitchen table, and held out his hand for the empty glass. He rinsed it and put it the dishwasher. When he turned back to me, he held out his hand to me. I put my hand in his, stood up, he pushed my chair up too, and we went down the hallway to our room. I let Kieran take the light-weight spread off our bed and went straight to the bathroom for a good pee. When I finished, I wet a washcloth in cool water and used it on my face first and then between my legs. I gave my hair a few strokes and then went back in our bedroom. Kieran had turned out all the lights except the top one and hed turned that one down until there was just enough light to see. He was stretched out on the bed waiting for me. His ankles were crossed, legs together, dick flopped over to one side, and hands together on his stomach. He patted the bed beside him and I crawled up and lay down with my head on his shoulder and my belly up against his side. Well, what do you think? he asked. Can you change a little and treat him more like a son? I think so, I answered. Hes easy to love, you know. I watch the way he is with Arial and I can see why she loves him. The more hes around us, the more I care for him. He fits in with all of us so well that hes almost part of the family now. Ill just be more aware of the way I treat him and show him the same sort of love I show the others. Yeah, I agree, Kieran said. He is easy to love. Ive got a lot of respect for him too. He could be a spoiled young boy the way Dan and his mother throw money at him but hes not. Hes already a man and a damn nice one at that. I think hell be a great husband for Arial, dont you? Yes, I think so too, I said. Its up to them now. I dont see but one thing which might cause them problems. What? Hell graduate from high school next spring and hes planning on working all summer and then starting college here after that. Arial will have another year in high school. Theyll be apart more and hell meet lots of other people, including girls. Do you really think that will be a problem? Kieran asked. Theyll be able to move in together next door in a few months. It will be almost like theyre already married. Have you been OK with having him around here all summer? Yes. Hes no trouble. Arial is good about dividing up the work that needs to be done. The four of them have about taken over all the household chores and he does his share of everything. He and Arial even do their ironing together one night a week. She says hes learned to do his own shorts and pants. Well, thats more than I do, he said Do you mind doing mine? Kieran, most of your dress shirts go to the laundry and your suits and coats go to the dry cleaners. I just do your casual stuff like shorts and a few shirts. Its no big deal. How about cooking? he asked. I think youre still doing some of that, arent you? Yes, but you know how much I like to cook. Its something creative and I enjoy it. They do the shopping and help with cooking. Yeah, I enjoy it too, but Im going to have to exercise more or enjoy it less. My pants are getting a little tight. You need to get back to running three times a week and pushing back at the table everyday. Did you and Dan really manipulate things a little to bring Brad and Arial together? (KIERAN) Her ninety-degree turns always threw me. I wondered where that question came from. I slid down on the bed until her breasts were in front of my face, tucked my pillow behind her back, and pushed her back against it. Hell, no, Siobhan, I said, a little indignantly. Ill admit we sort of got them together but everything else has been up to them. Arial said you and Dan might have conspired a little but she didnt care. What are you doing? Im just playing, thats all. Dan and I were talking about our kids one night after an opera board meeting, having a beer and a sandwich together. He told me Brad had a big scare the first time he screwed around and hed made sure he hadnt caught anything. What happened? she asked. I stroked her breasts lightly and watched as her strawberry nipples gradually hardened. Her breasts were bigger but not as heavy as they would be in a few months when she started nursing our little girl. I took my mouth off her nipple so I could answer. He was on some sort of archaeology dig with a bunch of college kids and one of the girls got him in her tent and jumped his bones. He went home with his dick all red and irritated. Dan looked at it. It was just irritated from screwing the girl so much and not washing it afterwards. Dan treated him and then put him through every test he could think of. Then he repeated the tests a few months later. He hadnt caught anything. Poor kid, I said. What did you tell Dan about Arial? I took my mouth off again and blew my breath on the wet nipple and areola before I answered. I told him how Luke had lived with us for a year, about Rachael, that they had married and had a little girl and were expecting again, and how they were about like family with us. I told him how Arial thought she was in love with Luke. I didnt tell him about what she did with him, though. I just told Dan it would be good if she met a nice young man and gave her love to him. What did Dan say? How did he interpret that? Damn, Siobhan, how can I get you aroused if you keep asking questions? I said. We were sitting there with Arials picture in front of him and Brads picture in front of me. Dan moved the pictures together and then looked up at me and smiled. I thought about it and nodded. We talked it about it some more and we decided Id see if I could arrange for them to meet. You know everything else. Everything after that has been up to Arial and Brad. What were you and Kavan and Kerry talking about this morning? she asked. Another ninety-degree turn. I re-oriented and asked, When? This time I waited until she asked the next question. I just played with the hard little berry with my fingertips. When you were doing that hand-slapping with them. When we took a break at mid-morning. They wanted to make sure I knew what they were planning to do tonight. I think they both wanted to skip the movie and take Kiki and Nicole straight to their bedrooms. The problem was the girls had told their parents they were going to the movie and Kavan and Kerry didnt want them lying to their parents. I put my mouth back on her nipple and started gently sucking again. Theyre good boys, Kieran, she said. Im glad were honest with them. Ive never caught them lying to me. I like that. Do it some more. I havent either, I said, and then sucked hard and blew on her wet nipple again. But in one sense, the girls are lying to their parents and both our boys were worried about that. Nicoles parents dont know shes having sex with Kerry. Kikis mom knows but her father doesnt. The boys know they cant talk to the girls parents by themselves. Kavan would talk with Kikis father if shed let him. Im not sure how Kerry would handle talking to Nicoles parents but hes willing to try. Are your panties getting a little damp yet? I dont have any panties on, Kieran, she answered. Well, what do you think they should do? I took my mouth from her breast again, reached down with one finger, and slid it between the little lips of her pussy. I didnt have to stick it in but an inch or so to feel her heat and wetness. They cant do anything unless Kiki and Nicole agree. They know that and I agree. I dont know if theres any other answer. I took her nipple in my mouth again and started moving my finger around between the little lips. She put her hand behind my head and pulled me against her breast. Kieran, I know you worry about whether weve raised our kids OK, especially being so open and honest about sex. Doesnt this make you think we have? I licked upward on her breast a few times, put my finger in a little deeper and wiggled it around in her wetness before I answered. I had to push backward to say anything. Yeah, I think Ive screwed up in some things but, overall, I think weve done a pretty good job with them. Where have you screwed up? she asked. Have I? I sucked and licked and explored her pussy for a minute or so before I answered. When would she shut up so I could get something going? Well, take Luke and Rachael, I said a minute or so later. Luke was really messed up about love and sex. We both thought we could help him by loving him as much as possible and even showing him what good sex can be like. I think it changed him completely. Then we found out how Rachel had let herself be used for sex in hopes of getting a little love. We tried to help them start a good relationship based on love and let the sex come naturally. That worked fine. I think so too, Kieran, she said. When Rachael said she wanted to make love with you at the cabin, that surprised me. Every time we fucked around with them after that, I wondered if we were wise to swap like that. I gave up sucking and licking so I could concentrate on what I was doing with my fingers in her pussy. All four of us enjoyed that, Siobhan, and I dont think it hurt them at all. It hurt me more when Rachael tried to fuck me to death at the cabin. Anyway, I was thinking about Kavan and Kathryn. Luke tried to fuck me to death too, she said. I just gave him back as much as he gave me. I think we checkmated each other. What about Kavan and Kathryn? Well, I thought wed succeeded with Luke and Rachael. When Kavan wanted Kathryn to move in with us, her Mom was all torn to pieces with her divorce and so was Kathryn. She didnt want to go to New York and leave her high-school friends. The two of them were already having sex and I suppose I thought we could help her by letting her live with us and see what a happy family life was like. We both agreed on that, Kieran, she said. Did we do something wrong with the two of them? I dont know, I said. I dont think I hurt Luke and Rachael by screwing around with her but I think I made a mistake when I fucked Kathryn. Kieran, the kids wanted to play around on the deck that night and theyre the ones who said Lauren just needed some loving sex. They thought it would be neat if Kerry could lose his virginity with Lauren like you did. Then they wanted you to make love with her too. Before it was over Kathryn said Kavan might as well take his turn too. They said it was like playing truth or dare and Kathryn said she wanted to dare you to make love to her too. When they talked to me about it, I couldnt believe it. I moved around so that I was behind Siobhan with my head between her legs and with my cheek resting on her inner thigh. I put a pillow in front of her so her stomach was resting against it. At the same time I repositioned her so that her other leg was resting comfortably on my right shoulder. It blocked off what little light there was so that her red hair looked black and I couldnt really see the lips of her pussy. That didnt matter. I could smell her and I knew where it was anyway. I moved forward a few inches until I felt her pubic hair against my forehead. Just right! I gave her a couple of tentative licks, took a couple of deep breaths filled with the scent of her, and pulled back. Yeah, that threw me too, I said. Maybe I thought it would be like making love with Rachael. Maybe it was just because I wanted to screw Kathryn because of the way shed teased me. But now I wish I hadnt done it with her. Are you comfortable? Why? She loved it when you and Kerry were both getting at her. She told me that herself. And Im very comfortable. Would you do that some more? I licked her for a minute or so, stopped to get a stray hair out of my mouth, and then licked some more. I put a hand on one soft rounded buttock and licked until I knew her little lips were wet and separated, then moved my hand from her butt to her pussy and slid a couple of fingers into her hot recesses. I rubbed them around inside her gently, licked some more, moved my fingers in and out and around and around. I heard her groan. Well, I just think it was different when I fucked around with Kathryn, I finally said. I dont think Luke was jealous because he got to screw you. He knew I couldnt take Rachael away from him. I dont think Kavan was like that. Fathers are always in a different position with sons. I think Kavan was jealous when I did it with Kathryn. Probably not jealous of Kerry but I think he was of me. I think that little bit of jealousy might have made him distrust Kathryn when she wanted to go to New York for the summer. I think she picked up on that and resented it. Theyre still talking with each other every week or so and sometimes they talk for an hour or two, she said. He never tells me much about it, you know how he is, but I think they still love each other. I wouldnt be surprised if they got back together. But shes not coming back until her school years over up there, is she? I asked, and then went back to licking her. Im pretty sure shes not but that doesnt mean she wont, Siobhan said. I think Kavan wishes she would. I pulled back again. How about Kiki? I dont think that will last, she answered. Right now, they cant get enough of each other. I think its just sexual attraction. Kavans probably at the peak of his sexual attractiveness right now and he turns heads wherever he goes. Ive seen grown women turn and keep looking at him until hes out of sight. If I wasnt his mother, I would let him in my panties in a heart beat. You dont have any panties on, Siobhan, I said. Besides, Ive got my tongue in your pussy right now and theres not room for two of us. I know whose tongue it is, Kieran. Im not imagining its Kavan. Do you ever fantasize about Kiki? Not really. Shes beautiful and sexy too. Shes exotic and dark and different and I can understand why Kavans so attracted to her. What was the other hand slapping about? Shit, Siobhan, would you shut up? I said, exasperated. Im trying to give you a good orgasm. I know, Kieran, she whispered. Im trying to slow you down. Im close to coming but its too good to stop. Just answer my question. We were talking about Kerry getting started with sex so young. A few years ago, I told them about Allison and about how far we went and it wasnt far at all compared to Kerry. Kavan said something about sweet little Allison being a real firecracker and I said, yeah, she was a cherry bomb. Kerry thought that deserved two points. I dont understand that, Kieran, she whispered, but Ill shut up and you can have your wicked ways with me. I put my face back against her pussy, put both hands on her buttocks, and started licking and sucking again. She bumped her pelvis against me a couple of times and squirmed around and I thought she was finally about to come. Suddenly, she put both hands on the back of my head, pushed my face against her, said Kum! Pow! Cock! again, and started giggling. I put my mouth directly on her clit and sucked on it until I turned her giggles into groans. I thought Id suffocate before she released my head and let me catch my breath. <><><> We went back to bed again just as soon as all six kids had disappeared for their private time. They had come back from the movie all excited and talking non-stop. After they had had a pit stop, we got them in the kitchen long enough to have a bowl of ice cream. They didnt want to sit down in the family room with us so I didnt push that. Kerry had a good anticipatory bulge in his shorts. Arial teased him about it and I think Nicole blushed. Kerry certainly didnt. Kavan held Kikis hand and led her down the basement steps to his room. Kerry held Nicoles hand and led her down the hallway to his. Brad and Arial grinned at us and followed behind them. I gave them a few minutes and then held Siobhans hand while we went down the same hallway to our bedroom. We both stripped and she sat down in the chair so I could brush her hair. Siobhan didnt say anything and I didnt either. I suppose we were both thinking about what our three children would be doing for the next couple of hours. When I finished brushing, we both crawled in the center of our king-size bed and cuddled together. She liked for me to lie flat on my back so she could be more comfortable with her belly against my side. She put her head on my shoulder, reached down and pulled my balls from between my thighs, and then straightened my dick so it was pointed toward my navel. I moved my thighs back together and crossed my ankles. I took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed. I suppose this is sort of a first for us, Siobhan said. Were here in our bedroom making love and the kids are doing the same thing in their bedrooms. Four couples, four busy bedrooms, all at the same time. Thats not quite right, I said. Its six couples and at least five bedrooms, maybe six. What do you mean? I talked to Luke at work we ate lunch together yesterday - and told him what I thought the kids had planned for tonight. He got a big kick out of it. He said he and Rachael were getting together with Stuart and Joanne for steaks tonight and he was pretty sure theyd be doing almost the same thing when they got the kids to bed. Almost? Yeah, I asked him what he meant by that and he said they might be messing up just one set of king-size sheets. You mean the four of them are getting together, like they did at the cabin last year, dont you? Do you think theyre swapping? I think theyre very good friends, I said. The way Luke talks about Stuart and Joanne, I think the four of them have gotten together for fun and games a few times before tonight. I dont know what they do. Where are Lauren and Jack now? she asked. Have you heard anything about them lately? Yeah, Stuart and I talked I think it was Tuesday afternoon and he said they had been in Spain, someplace near the Mediterranean, and they were going to Paris and would fly back before next weekend. When are they getting married? I wouldnt be surprised if they came back married. I asked Jack about it and he said Lauren just wanted to sneak off to some romantic spot and get married as quietly as possible. Well, if theyre on their honeymoon and making love tonight, that would be another couple doing the same thing, wouldnt it? Not quite, I said. I think its about 2 AM in Paris and thats tomorrow morning. Well, anyway, you know what I mean. Are we going to get up again when they take Nicole and Kiki home? Siobhan asked. Are you tired? I asked. Yes, but its a good kind of tired, she said. It seems like I just cant get enough sleep lately. I dont remember wanting to sleep so much with the other kids. She wrapped her hand around my dick and slowly stroked it a couple of times. I knew she was watching as my foreskin slid off the head of my dick and then covered it again. As usual, she cupped her hand under my balls and lifted them, felt first one and then the other, and then returned to my dick. She never seemed to tire of playing with me like that and watching as my dick filled out and got hard. I certainly had no complaints about it. Well, why dont you go ahead and go to sleep? I said. Ill go in the family room and read until theyre through with their private time. No, not yet. There something I want you to do first. What? Make love to me. You know the way I like it when Im getting big with the baby, from behind while Im on my side. I like that. You can hold my breast with your hand and then use your fingers on my clit when Im ready to come. You can go read after that. It was a good way to make love when her belly was heavy and swollen. We had used it with all three kids in the last couple of months of her previous pregnancies. Shed lie on left side, with a pillow against her stomach for support. Id spoon up to her butt with a hard-on and shed guide it in. Id hold up her right leg with my hand or with my right leg. I couldnt get more than half my dick in her that way but it was always enough. I could use a couple of fingers on her pussy the way she liked it just sort of stroking and rolling her clitoral hood around without really touching her clit. She almost always had a good orgasm that way before I took my turn. She said she loved it when I put my hands on her hips and started thrusting faster and harder the second she came. She described it as something like a prolonged orgasm. On occasion, she even came again when I did. Are you sure? I asked. Do you want me to hold you until you go to sleep? Can you stay awake after you come? she asked. The way youve worked today, youre going to want to go to sleep too. Kavan and Kerry can take Kiki and Nicole home without you telling them good night. I know but Ill be OK, I said. I just want to see how they are with each other after theyve had their fun. Im going to let Kavan drive my car to take them home. I reached down to scratch behind my balls and she slapped my hand away. I spread my legs so she could scratch me instead. She didnt even ask me where. She just used her fingernails all over that area. Damn, it felt good. Kieran, you dont like anybody else driving your car. Why tonight? Arial will let him use the little BMW. I know what Im doing, Siobhan. Its not just about driving my car. Im trusting both the boys to do the right thing with those girls. Letting them use my cars just another way of showing I trust them. She slid my foreskin back and left it like that. I knew what shed do next. Shed milk my dick down to see if it was drooling yet. If it was, shed rub the slippery stuff on my frenulum and then just rub back and forth on that with the tip of one finger. If it hadnt started drooling, shed wet her finger in her mouth and then rub me the same way. She must have squeezed out a drop or two because she didnt put her fingers in her mouth. Do you think theyll understand it like that? Are you ready? I think so. Kavan will. Hell probably tell Kerry why Im letting them use it. Yeah, turn over. She turned over on her left side and I spooned up behind her. She lifted her right leg, I probed with my dick for the entrance into her, and she used her fingers to guide it into her pussy. She was wet and ready and I moved my dick in and out and finally got it in about half way. I always wanted to feel it buried to the depths in her but that was something we stopped doing about the time she felt the first movements of our baby. Half was enough for both of us anyway. I cupped her right breast in my hand and played with her hard nipple while I pushed my dick gently into her and then slowly pulled it out. She wiggled her butt around once or twice, flexed her pelvis a couple of times, and then relaxed and left the rest up to me. I relaxed too and kept up the slow, gentle movement of my hips. I was in no hurry and I dont suppose she was either. I knew shed let me know when she was ready for something faster. After a few minutes, Siobhan held my wrist and moved my hand from her breast downward to her pussy. She didnt say anything but I knew what she wanted. She was close to coming and she wanted my help to give her that last little push into orgasm. I reached down to where my dick was in her and rubbed two fingers in the lubrication that her vagina had exuded. I slid one on each side of my dick, pushing her lips further apart, and gently stroked that area at the same time that I gently slid my dick in and out of her. It was just another of the little things she liked that wed discovered years ago. I thrust gently into her at the same time that I stroked her pussy from where my dick was in her vagina up to where her little lips ended in the hood of her clitoris. Sometimes I found her little nubbin still covered and sometimes it was peeking out. I knew it didnt matter that much which way I found it. As I stroked upward with two fingers, it would gradually uncover her clit and I had to make sure my fingertips were wet and my touch was very light and gentle. Her clit was always so sensitive at this stage that she didnt want me to be rough with it. She liked just a light, well-lubricated touch there, and, at the same time, she liked for me to just use the head of my dick to stroke the entry into her vagina. Once I had the stroking and thrusting pattern coordinated, it usually was only a minute or so before she came. This time she was slower and I began to worry that I might come before she did. I could always keep thrusting for a while after I came but the head of my dick would gradually become so sensitive that Id have to stop. But then she moved her right leg off mine and brought her thighs together. That usually added just enough tightness to tip her over into orgasm. I kept my movements the same but just stoked and rubbed a little faster. It was enough. I heard her take a deep breath and hold it and at the same time I felt the contractions of her vagina around the head of my dick. I moved my hand from her vulva to her hip and thrust slowly into her until I felt her relax and heard her let her breath back out. I was about to go for my orgasm when I heard her start giggling. I stopped. What are you giggling about? I asked. Shes moving round, she answered. I think we woke her up. Do you want me to stop? I asked. N0, Kieran! Dont you dare stop! I want to feel you come too, she said. Just be slow for a minute until she quiets down. I knew my question had been ridiculous. I didnt want to stop and I probably wouldnt stop even if she said yes. I started smiling, then snickered men dont giggle and then laughing. She laughed with me until I got too loud. Hush, Kieran, she said. Theyll hear you. I dont care. Ill just tell them what we were laughing about. Dont you dare, she said. OK, I wont, I said out loud, and then whispered, unless they ask. I kept sliding the head of my dick slowly in and out of her. Giggling wife and moving baby had reduced the urgency I felt but I was still too close to stop anyway. I shut my eyes and enjoyed what I was feeling. OK, shes quiet now, Siobhan said. Go for it! I moved my left arm around with my wrist under her so I could hold her by both hips. She flexed her pelvis and wiggled her ass around so my dick could penetrate her just a little more. I let go of all control and started shoving my dick into her harder and faster. Within a minute or so I reached the point of no return and then started spurting into her. She squirmed around and pushed back at me as I tried to push deeper into her and it seemed like it would never stop. But, as always, it did and I did. Siobhan lifted her leg, reached back between her thighs to my balls, pulled them as far forward as they would go, and held them. I didnt want to leave the warmth and wetness of her cunt but I knew that tonight it was inevitable. There was no way I could keep a hard-on after coming twice within a few hours. On top of her, my cock would stay inside her as it went soft; behind her, both of us on our sides, my cock would slip out with any movement she made after it went soft. Siobhan pulled my right hand from her hip up to her stomach. When she reached the right spot, she pressed my hand against her. I could feel our little girl moving around inside her. I shut my eyes, buried my face in her hair, and kept my hand on her stomach, marveling at the life moving inside her. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Sixty-Five As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart, 48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4 Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23 Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21 Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17 Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee Andersen, 5 Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor Bridges, 5 TELLING THE STORY Kerry Stuart <><><> (KERRY) Kieran was in bed, propped up on pillows, reading a book, when Siobhan and I went in their bedroom. His legs were together, ankles crossed, with his dick resting peacefully on his balls. He took off his reading glasses and put them and the book down on the nightstand. Siobhan turned loose of my hand and started toward their bathroom. Well? he asked. It was clearly a question. You win, Siobhan said, and went in their bathroom. Hot damn, Kieran said. I knew he wouldnt. I didnt know what they were talking about but it was clear that theyd been betting on something I would or wouldnt do. Then it hit me and I knew. What are you two betting on? I asked. Kieran bet me I wouldnt be able to get your dick in my pussy, Siobhan said in a loud voice from somewhere in the bathroom. He said youd promised him you wouldnt do that tonight. Youre going to have to wait until next weekend when we go play with the Bridges. I told you, Siobhan, Kieran said. I know what sort of character hes developed. I trust him. When he says he will or wont do something and shakes my hand, I can always trust him. I felt a little flash of anger and then something that hurt. Had she been faking everything with me just to win a bet? I walked over to the bathroom so I could see her. She was brushing her hair, her wild beautiful red hair. I took a few seconds to enjoy the view from her reflected front and from the rear. She turned and looked at me. Just tell me one thing, Siobhan. Were you faking it with me, just pretending you wanted me to fuck you? I knew she could tell from my face and my voice that I was serious and a little angry. She put down her brush and walked up to me. I looked down at her, her blue-gray-green Irish eyes shining, the splattering of freckles across her forehead and cheeks and nose, her lips red without lipstick, her mouth puckered in the little rabbit kiss Id seen all my life, all framed with a damp tangle of red hair. She pulled my head down and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. No, Kerry, she said, softly and earnestly. I wasnt faking anything. Everything I did with you was real. I turned and looked at Kieran. I wanted to see how he reacted to that. Dont be angry with us, Kerry, he said. You can play with us tonight and wait until next weekend to get your dick in Siobhan. Ill even bet youll get it in two women that night. Siobhan went back in the bathroom and started brushing her hair again. Thats no bet, Kieran. Thats a sure thing. I called Rachael this afternoon and told her we wanted to bring Kerry and what we wanted to do. She said shed help me with him. Luke said bring him in case you couldnt get it up. Kieran threw a pillow into the bathroom. She closed the door and I heard her laughing and then the lock being turned. Ive got to pee and finish drying my hair, she yelled through the closed door. You two can start without me. Kieran jumped off the bed and started down the hallway. Come on, he said. I followed him down the hall and into the bathroom, the one Arial and I once shared, between Alannahs bedroom and the guest bedroom. He shut the door, picked up something white on the counter, and handed it to me. I looked and saw that hed handed me briefs that I recognized as mine. He turned back to the counter and picked up something that looked identical. Well, putem on, he urged, and stepped into his. His dick was swollen but soft. He reached down in his briefs and centered it, bent down over his balls. I asked What for? and then did as he told me. My dick had been hard when I went in the bedroom with Siobhan. It had drooped when Id gotten angry about their bet. It was soft enough so I could bend it down over my balls like his. I pulled my briefs up and then adjusted my dick and balls so they were comfortable. He turned to face the mirror, appraised the way his package looked, tugged under his balls, sucked in his stomach, and pushed his pelvis out a little. I followed his example. He looked at my reflection, reached over, cupped his fingers between my legs, and tugged my balls upward. I pushed my pelvis forward like his, pulled in my stomach muscles, tightened them, and popped up my six-pack. He looked at his reflection and them at mine. So did I. He couldnt suck in his stomach like me but I knew he weighed thirty pounds more than me. He still looked damn good. Well, what do you think? he asked, grinning at me. I think youre sexy as hell for an old man, Kieran, I answered, but why the fuck are we doing this? Just listen! Dont ask questions! he said. Were going to put on some white socks and then get in bed side by side. When she comes out, I want you to ask her if she wants to go shoot some hoops. Shoot some hoops? I didnt ask any questions but I wondered what sort of game we were playing and I knew it wasnt shooting hoops. We went back to their bedroom and he went in their walk-in closet. I could hear the blow dryer going in the bathroom. I crawled up on the bed and lay down. When he came back out, he threw me a pair of white socks, crawled up beside me, and we both put on white athletic socks. Now, listen, he said, your name is Jason, and youre thirteen-years old! Im your identical twin brothererJerry! Youre gonna ask her if she wants to go shoot some hoops with us! Got it? I had it. I didnt know what the fuck I had but I had it. He moved closer to me until we were side-by-side. He spread his legs a little, reached down between his legs, pulled upward again, and then crossed his ankles. He already had a basket as good as mine. I couldnt tell hed improved it. I followed his example again. He looked down at my briefs and then at his. He put his hands together on his stomach and I did too. Youre Jason; Im Jerry, he said. Were identical twins, thirteen-years old. Were both virgins. Ask her to go shoot some hoops with us. After that, wing it any way you want to. Ill help. Just dont fuck up and call me Kieran, OK? Yeah, I got it. Fuck you, bro, I said, grinning like I really was thirteen-years old. Ive got enough sense not to fuck up whatever the fuck were doing. Well, fuck you too, bro, he said, grinning like another thirteen-year-old boy. I dont know what the fuck were doing. Were just gonna have a little fucking fun. What were my briefs doing in the bathroom? I asked, changing into a little-older and more-serious voice. I got them out of your laundry basket that you were supposed to put away the first of the week, he said. I had forgotten again. The bathroom door opened and she came out, still naked. She stopped when she saw us and stood there smiling and looking from Kieran-Jerry to me. Im Jason, I said to myself, Jason. Would you like to go shoot some hoops with us? I asked her, trying to sound like a thirteen-year-old boy. She grinned and looked at Kieran-Jerry and then at me. Whore you? she asked. And whos he? Im Jason, I said. Hes my identical-twin brother, Jerry. Were thirteen-years old. Want to shoot some hoops with us? She walked around to the foot of the bed and stood looking at us, faces and crotches, back and forth. We both lay there with our hands together on our stomach. Basketball? she asked. Yeah, Kieran said. Wheres your basketball, Jerry? Under the bed, he said, trying to sound like another thirteen-year-old boy. Ill get it out if you want to play...with us Are you good at shootinghoops, Jason? she asked. Yeah, Im real good, I said. I sucked in my stomach and pushed my pelvis up so she couldnt help but look at my package. Id love to playwith yourbasketsand ballsand bats, Siobhan whispered, looking directly at my face and grinning at me. I almost cracked but I struggled and managed to keep a straight face. She crawled up on the bed, pushed my legs apart, then Kierans, and moved closer until she could reach both of our baskets. She sat down straddling my right leg and Kierans left. I didnt understand everything but I understood enough. She leaned over, put one hand on me and the other on Kieran, moved her hand around, cupped her fingers under my balls, and then traced the shape of my dick. I felt an instant surge as it began to stiffen. I glanced at Kieran and I could see he was responding the same way. He still had his hands together on his stomach. I looked down at the red patch of curls on her mound. The way she was sitting I couldnt see anything but hair. I like little boys in white briefs and socks, she whispered, like a little girl. I like to play with them. I clenched my teeth and struggled to stay still while she played. My dick was curved around against my balls, trying to get hard, and was getting uncomfortable at being restrained. I slid my hand down inside my briefs and straightened it up against my stomach. I deliberately left the tip of the head sticking out of the waistband. Kieran looked at me, grinned, followed my lead, and left the tip of his dick sticking out. Siobhan just watched and then put one palm down on my dick and the other on Kierans. Are you two sure youre onlylikethirteen? she asked. These things under my handstheyrelike awfully big and hard. What do you want to do with them? She leaned back, put her hands behind her, one on my leg and the other on Kierans, and tilted her pelvis. I could see the same thing Id seen earlier at the pool, her vulva with its surround of flaming red hair. It had been casual then, just the same as Id seen it as long as I could remember, sort of closed up and private. This time I knew she was deliberately showing it to me and it was already opened up a little. I could see the darker red inside the little pink lips and the mound on each side. It looked good enough to eat. It looked good enough to fuck. Maybe both. I cupped my right hand under her vulva and used my middle finger to find the opening to her vagina. I didnt have to search; I just pushed once and my finger slid into her. I slid it in as far as I could and wiggled it around and around in her hot juicy flesh. I looked at her face and then over at Kierans. He was looking at where I had my hand. I pulled my finger out, held it up in front of my face, and looked at it. It was all wet and glistening. I looked at Kieran and saw that he was watching me. I opened my mouth, started to put my finger in it, and then changed my mind. I held it over to Kieran. He smelled it and then took it in his mouth and sucked on it. I looked at Siobhan; she was watching us. I pulled my finger out of his mouth, stuck my hand between her legs and my finger back into her pussy. I pulled it out, brought it to mouth, smelled it, and sucked it clean. Damn, I didnt know a girls pussy would smell and taste so good, I whispered. It makes my little dick ache. We both lay there, letting her play with us and taking turns finger-fucking her. My dick was hard as a ball bat and sticking its head all the way out of my briefs. I checked Kieran and his was the same. I was ready for some hands-on experience. I lifted my hips off the bed and pushed my briefs down a little. She moved off my leg, leaned over, and pulled them down to my ankles. I lifted one leg and then the other and she pulled them off and dropped them between Kieran-Jerry and me. She moved off Jerrys leg, stripped off his briefs, and dropped them on top of mine. Finally she moved back in her original position, straddling one leg of each of us. She picked up our briefs and held them up to her face. I listened as she took a few deep breaths. Finally she threw them to one side. Damn, I love the way a boys dick and balls smell, she whispered. It makes my pussy drool. She wrapped her hands around two dicks, pointed them both at the ceiling, and then slid her hands downward, pulling my foreskin down until it was stretched painfully tight. I felt another surge of blood into my dick and the head turned redder. I looked at Kierans dick and shed done him the same way. Our dicks looked identical but I knew they werent. His was straight and mine had a little curve. What do you want me to do, Jason? she whispered. I decided to go for it. Suck my dick! And you, Jerry, what do you want? What Jason wants, Kieran-Jerry said. Do me too! Will you both lick my pussy if I do? she whispered. Yeah! We both said it at the same time. She leaned over me, took the head of my dick in her mouth, and started sucking on it. She slid her lips and tongue up and down some, then sucked on the head, slowly and gently, and then jacked me some. Then she leaned over and gave Jerry some of the same treatment. I wanted her to keep jacking me but I guess she couldnt coordinate it while she was sucking his dick. I put my hand over hers and slid it slowly up and down. She stopped, pulled her hand away, straightened up, and looked from one of us to the other. I held my dick and waited for her to decide what she wanted to do. She did. She took my hand, pulled it over to Kieran-Jerry, and I curled my fingers around his dick. She took his hand, pulled it over to me, and he wrapped his fingers around mine. She smiled and nodded like she was satisfied and then leaned over and started sucking on the head of my dick again. When she pulled her mouth off my dick and started sucking Jerry, he started jacking me. When she returned to me, I returned the favor and we settled into a pattern. She sucked each of us in turn while we jacked the dick that wasnt being sucked. After a few minutes, she nudged us apart and flopped down on her back between us. She put one leg over mine and the other over Kierans, and then put her hands down at her mound with her fingers on each side of her pussy. Lick my pussy, she whispered. Eat me! Go ahead, Jason, Kieran whispered. Ive never done it but Ill do it if you will. Lets work our way down to it, Jerry, I whispered. Ive never done it either but I want to try it. I leaned over and kissed her. I did it the way I like to do it with a woman, not the way Id always kissed her as my mother. I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue between her lips, put my hand on her breast, and caught the nipple between my thumb and finger. We probed back and forth for a minute or so while I played with the nipple until it was almost as hard as my dick. When I pulled back, I saw that Kieran-Jerry had his mouth on her other breast. I slid my hand over her stomach and started finger fucking her while he kept sucking. Then he put his hand down to her pussy too, I put my mouth back on her other breast, and we both sucked and finger-fucked for a while. I decided it was time to go muff diving. I licked and kissed my way down to her navel, paused a little, and then licked my way down further. She spread her legs wider and lifted them. I moved between them, caught them behind her knees, and pushed them back. Kieran-Jerry stopped sucking for a second, put his arm behind both legs, and held her so that her knees were almost touching her breasts. I looked down and saw a pussy no, a cunt - ready to be fucked. Damn, it did look good enough to eat first. I tried to be slow and tentative, like I didnt know what I was doing. I licked up the smooth inside of her thighs, deliberately avoiding her pussy. After a minute or so, she put her hands behind my head and pulled my face against it. I licked the little lips until they spread open wider, wet and glistening. Then on one side, I sucked her labia between my lips, caught one between my teeth, and gently tugged on it. She squirmed. I did the same on the other side and she squirmed some more. I licked and nibbled and sucked for a minute or so and then decided it was time for some tongue fucking. I stiffened my tongue, stuck it as far into her vagina as possible, and then licked upward to her clitoris. I pulled back and looked at it, just barely out from under its hood, dark red and shining. Is that the way Im supposed to do it? I whispered, looking up. Kieran-Jerry was on his hands and knees beside her, leaned over her, with his face still at her breasts. She had one arm behind his head and the other underneath him, with her fingers wrapped around his dick, milking him down. Yeah, Jerry, thats good, she whispered. Do it some more. Im Jason, I answered. Kieran took his mouth off her breast long enough to say, Im Jerry, and then started sucking again. I shut my eyes and started tongue fucking and licking her again. After a minute or so, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Come on, Jason, Kieran said. Let me do it too, OK, OK? I moved up beside her while he took my place. I cupped my hand under one breast and found the nipple with my thumb and fore-finger then leaned over and looked directly in her eyes. Did I do it good? I asked. Did you like it? Yeah, she whispered. It was good, Jason. I liked it. Ive got pussy-juice on my lips and in my mouth, I whispered. Is it still OK for me to kiss you. She didnt say anything. She put her hand behind my head and pulled my face down to hers. That was answer enough. For a minute or so, she lay there, letting me kiss her, both of us open-mouthed, tongues moving in and out, I was beginning to fade into it when she stopped and pushed me away from her. Kieran, youve got to stop, she whispered. Youre going to make me come if you keep doing that. I looked down to see what he was doing. It was the same thing Id been doing. He was holding her legs up, splayed out, and his face was between them. His head was moving up and down as he tongue-fucked her and licked her pussy. Im not Kieran, he whispered back. Im Jerry. I like doing it. Fuck the fantasy, she said. I know who you are. Youre Kieran. Kerrys not Jason. You two are t0o fucking good at what youre doing to me. If Jason had got me this hot, hed have got his dick in me. Who was Jason? I asked. Was he real, somebody you knew? Yeah, he was real, she whispered breathlessly He was a boy I knew when I was thirteen. We were the same age. We were too scared to do it but we came damn close. And you told Kieran about him? Yeah, he told me about Allison and I told him about Jason. Down on his knees looking for his basketballhad on white briefs and socks, thats all. Thats why Ive always liked boys in white briefs. But you want us to be Kieran and Kerry now, not Jason and Jerry? Kieran, please stop, she whispered. I looked down again and saw Kieran was still slowly and gently licking her. He stopped, crawled up on the other side of her, gave her a quick kiss, and then flopped on his back. His dick slapped down against his stomach and bounced up at an angle. It looked like it was as hot and hard as mine felt. I thought of something I wanted them to do. I didnt know whether they would or not but I decided to ask. There was no Jerry, she continued. Jason didnt have a brother. I want Kieran and Kerry to play with me. Let me cool down for a minute and then you two can decide what you want to do with me. Just dont get in a hurry. I leaned over her, gave her a quick kiss on the mouth with just a little touch of tongue, the way Arial had always teased me, then moved down and gave each of her big hard nipples a quick kiss with more tongue action. I rose up again and looked at her face. She was smiling at me. Would you and Kieran do something and just let me watch for a while? I asked. After that I know something I want to do with you while youre busy with him. What? You get on top of him and ride him. I want to sit in a chair at the foot of the bed and watch you two fucking. And then what? Youll like it, I answered. Trust me. Yeah, trust him, Kieran said, from the other side of her. Sounds like fun to me. I dont care if he watches. OK, she said. Just dont come from jacking off. I want to do something with you later. What? Youll like it, she answered. Trust me. Lets give him a good show, Siobhan, Kieran said. Start off facing me and then turn around when youre ready. Let him see how it looks both ways. She looked at me. Is that what you want? she asked. I nodded. Kieran moved down to the foot of the bed so his knees were bent and his feet were on the floor. He stuffed a pillow behind his head and held out his hand to Siobhan. She crawled on top of him, held his dick up, rubbed the head between the lips of her pussy, notched it in place, and started working her way down on it. Kieran laid there with his eyes shut, hands behind his head, with a big grin on his face. I waited until I saw her red pubic hair meet his blond-brown hair and then got off the bed. I placed a chair a few feet from the end of the bed, sat down, leaned back, wrapped my hand around my cock, and watched the show. I know all women are different but Siobhan was unique. Her skin was milky or creamy and sprinkled with freckles, especially across her shoulders. The freckles faded out about her waist and her butt was just creamy white. Between her cheeks, everything was pink or red. I havent seen that many assholes but hers was sort of pink, not dark like most of the others. Arials was the only other one Id seen that was just as pink. The lips of her cunt, where they wrapped around Kierans cock, were pink too. Every time she slid down, they got pulled inside her cunt and out of sight. When she lifted up, the lips came back out, wrapped tight around his cock, like they didnt want to let it go. She had a patch of curly red hair on her mound but that thinned out on the big lips around her slit. There wasnt much hair around her asshole. Kierans balls looked just like mine or maybe it is mine that looked just like his. His were pink, now, almost red, instead of the light brown they usually are. I pulled mine from between my legs and looked and mine were as pink as his. Neither of us had much hair on our balls but his was thicker than mine. I sat there, watching them, stroking my dick, thinking nobody would be able, just by looking, to know if it was my dick in her instead of his. She probably wouldnt be able to feel any difference either. I could have sat there all night and watched them fucking. Siobhan was moving up and down very slowly on Kierans dick, easing up until I could see the big red head of his dick just barely inside her, and then down the slippery shining length until all of it was in her. I knew his dick was a little over seven inches long and about as big around as Siobhans wrist, about the same size as mine, and I still found it hard to believe she could take all of it inside her. I knew a womans vagina would stretch to accommodate dicks of all different sizes. I knew shed had four babies, including me, and we all stretched her a lot in coming out. But her pussy still looked like it was as tight around Kierans cock as if shed never had been fucked much. I wanted to get my dick in her, instead of Kieran getting his, and find out for myself how tight her cunt felt. But, shit, stupid me, Id promised! Then I remembered Id promised not to try to get my dick in her pussy. That was all Id agreed with Kieran. I hadnt promised not to try to get my dick in her somewhere else. Shed already had it in her mouth. There was somewhere else I could stick it. There was her pink pucker an inch or so from where Kierans dick was in her. He had told me he had fucked her there once. Id done it with Rachael and a couple of other girls, one of whom really wanted me to do it. I guess it was OK but it wasnt really something I wanted to do. Id heard about two guys and a girl making a sandwich. Id seen it a few times in some porno shit Id downloaded. I sort of wanted to try it but at the same time I didnt want to. I wanted to fuck her but I didnt want to hurt her. I decided to tease her with it to see what shed do. I moved Kierans legs together and put a knee on each side. Siobhan was still moving slowly up and down. I put my hands on her hips, leaned over, and poked her on one hip with the head of my dick. She looked over her shoulder at me. What are you doing, Kerry? she asked. Just seeing if we could make a fucking sandwich, I said. I wish you two could see what you look like when youre fucking. Im so fucking horny Ill take the fucking back hole. Kieran can have the fucking front cunt. Kieran twisted to one side and saw where I was. I winked at him, hoping hed understand I was just teasing her. He winked back. You cant do it without her fucking permission, Kerry, he said. If she says yeah, go get the fucking Vaseline. Its in the bottom right-hand drawer in the bathroom. Grease your fucking dick up good. Do you really want to do it, Kerry? she asked. Yeah, youre fucking right I want to. Ive never done it before. I mean, Ive never been part of a fucking sandwich before. Id like to try it. Are you sure you dont mind, Kieran? she asked. Ive never done it before either. Id love for you two to do it with me. I think it would be kind of nice to have both of you in me at once. I dont think Id want anybody else to do it but you two can if you want to. Its your decision, Honey, he said. Tell him what you want him to do. She looked back at me again. When you get the Vaseline, youve got to grease me up first. Put a big glob on my asshole and start with one finger. When you feel my sphincter relax, use two fingers. When you feel it relax again, try the head of your dick. What if it hurts? I asked. I dont know. If it hurts too much, Ill tell you. Just dont take it out. Be real gentle until Im used to it. Has Kieran ever fucked you in the ass? I asked, already knowing the answer. Once. Before you were born, she said. Now go get the fucking Vaseline. I couldnt believe what she was saying. Id expected her to tell me to fuck off. She sounded like she really wanted us to do it. I didnt know what to do or say. I poked her a few more times, just barely touching her asshole with the head of my dick. I couldnt decide whether I really wanted to do it or not. I stood there with my dick in my hand, not knowing what to do. Oh, fuck it! I said. Are you just teasing me? Youre the one who wants to do it, Kerry, she whispered. Go get the Vaseline and fuck me in the ass. I gave up. I dont really want to. I was just teasing you. I dont want to hurt you. Oh, who said it would hurt? she whispered. I can take two big dicks like yours and Kierans any day. When were with Luke and Rachael, he and Luke usually do it to either Rachael or me. I knew she was just fooling with me. Kieran had already told me a little bit about what they did with Luke and Rachael. Hed told me that nobody got fucked in the ass and I believed him. Well, lets just save it for a rainy day, I said. Ill just wait my turn to get my dick in the front door. She giggled. She knew shed won whatever contest we were having. Well, at least come join us in bed, she said. Maybe you could give Kieran a hand if he needs one. Yeah, come join us, he said. I dont need any help yet but maybe you could think of something that Siobhan would like. You know, like what we were talking about this morning. You said you liked that. I knew what he was talking about eating stuffed pussy. I wanted to do that but Id been thinking about trying something else first. I didnt even know if it could be done because Id never heard of anybody else doing it. I decided to see if I could make it work. I crawled on the bed, straddled Kierans chest, facing Siobhan, my butt toward his head. I put my hands under her breasts, lifted them, and bent over and sucked on her strawberries. Id heard Kieran call her nipples strawberries more than once and I could see why. She wrapped one hand around my dick, pulled my head to hers with the other, and opened her mouth to me. For a minute or so, we tried to capture each others tongue while she moved her pelvis around and around on Kierans dick and slid her hand back and forth on my dick. I tried to slide a couple of fingers between their bodies but she was pressed down on him too tight at first. When she leaned back a little, I could get my middle finger into the juicy area at the top of her slit and touch the shaft of Kierans dick. She started moving again and I could feel her pressing on the end of my finger. Kieran put his hands on my hips and slid them around in front of me. He cupped one hand under my balls and wrapped the other around my dick. Hey, Jason, he whispered, your dicks hard. Want me to jack you off? Nah, Jerry, Ive got something I want to do with it first, I answered. I hope Siobhan likes it." Kieran slid his hands up to my ribs, goosed me enough to make me squirm, and then slapped me on the butt with his hand. Well, I guess Ill just let you two play for a while, he said, pretending to yawn. Wake me up if you need my help. I had something in mind but I didnt even know if Siobhan and I could arrange our long legs so it could be done. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, trying to get her to understand what I wanted her to do without telling her why. She lifted up until Kierans dick came out and she was squatting over him instead of kneeling. I held his dick straight up while she slid down on it again, with her legs spread as wide as she could. I kept my knees on each side of Kieran, pressed my dick down flat against his lower abdomen, and hunched forward a couple of times. I felt the head of my dick touch the base of his, just where I wanted it. Siobhan wiggled around and up and down and I guess she understood what I had in mind. We both watched while she tried it. She lifted up off Kieran a few inches, slid back down, pushed her pelvis forward, and rubbed her clit against the head of my dick. She looked up at me, grinned, put her hands on my shoulders, and then started riding. She rode for a minute or two, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. I didnt know what Kieran was feeling but the head of my dick was rubbed by her slippery little button and I loved it. I started wondering who was going to come first: her, me, or maybe Kieran. I was getting close but I didnt want to be first. I wanted it to be her. I was almost glad when she stopped and just sat there, breathing heavily. Kieran, I think Kerrys made up a new game for us to play, she whispered. Next weekend, he can teach Luke and Rachael how to do this. Ill bet shell love it. I do. Fuck, I love it too, Kieran groaned. Why did you stop? I was about to come, she whispered. Its so good. I want to make it last longer. Did you come, Kieran? I asked. Uh uh, how about you? No, but Im about as fucking close as Ive ever been, I said. Let me catch my breath and Ill help you, Siobhan said. Nah, not yet, I answered. Turn around facing the other direction. Im ready to see what I can do with a stuffed pussy. She lifted up off Kieran, turned around facing the foot of the bed, knelt over his hips, held his dick straight up, and slid down on it again. Go for it, Kerry, Kieran said. Next week, Ill let you stuff her. Shit, you can probably stuff Rachael too. Luke and I both like to eat stuffed pussy. I moved down to the foot of the bed, pushed Kierans legs apart, knelt down between them, and took a little time just lo0king at where they were joined together. Kierans balls were drawn up close to the base of his dick and I knew he was close to coming too. Siobhans inner lips were stretched tight around his dick. Just where her little ridge or shaft divided into the two lips, her clit, shiny and red as blood, was uncovered. I remembered the last time Id eaten stuffed pussy, two of them about a year ago. Id spent a Saturday night next door with Brad and Arial and Kavan and Kathryn. The five of us had started playing around in Brad and Arials big king-size bed. Id eaten Arials pussy while Brad stuffed it and then had a second serving when Kavan stuffed Kathryn. I didnt get to be a stuffer that time either but I got sucked off a couple of times and I thought it was a good swap. I pushed Siobhan so that she leaned back over Kieran, exposing more of the shaft of his dick and making it easier to get my face between her legs. I wrapped one hand around my dick but I didnt dare to do anything with it. I was too close to coming. I just held it while I ate stuffed pussy. Arial and Kathryn had tried to tell us three guys how it felt to have the lips of her pussy licked when they were stretched around a hard dick. Kathryn had said it was almost like an electrical shock when my tongue slid over her clitoris every time I licked up. Arial had said it felt like shed been licked to death when she came. I tried to make it good for Siobhan, as good as I could without knowing what she was feeling. I started out slowly and gently at first, avoiding her clit, and just licking on each side of Kierans dick. Gradually I used more tongue pressure and made sure to give her clit a lick on each upstroke. After a minute or so, she put her hands on my shoulders and pressed me tighter against her and I concentrated my licking on her little nubbin. It was easy to tell when she came. She groaned and whimpered, squirmed around on Kierans dick like she was trying to break it off, and her breath sounded like shed been running a race. She kept her hands on my back, holding me in place, so I kept licking, just as slowly and gently as I could. Finally she pushed me away and I leaned back and looked up at her. Her eyes were still closed and she was still, just sitting on Kieran. He had his hands on her breasts with her nipples between a thumb and finger on each side. Finally she opened her eyes and smiled at me. Jason, you and Jerry make quite a fucking pair, she whispered. Are you sure you two have never done anything like this before? She moved off Kieran, crawled to the head of the bed, and collapsed. Kieran moved up on one side of her and I crawled up on the other side. Kierans dick was still stiff and hard like mine and I could tell he hadnt come either. Would you two mind swapping blow-jobs? Siobhan whispered, lying there with her eyes closed. Im too tired to do anything else. Im going to sleep. Kieran looked at me and shook his head. You can have a few minutes to relax, he said. Then youre going to get fucked. Since Kerry wont do it, I guess Ill have to. If he gets a fucking blow-job, youll have to do it. We lay there, talking and kidding each other, until Siobhan decided she was ready for more. She got on her hands and knees, straddled my legs, with her head above my dick, and her ass up in the air. I put my hands behind my head and waited to see what she was going to do. Kieran moved around behind her, on his knees, put one hand in the middle of her back, and reached down behind her butt with the other. I couldnt see what he was doing but I could tell by looking at her face when he got his dick all the way in her. Be slow and easy, Kieran, Siobhan moaned. I cant give Kerry his blow-job if youre trying to shove your big fucking dick up to my stomach. He grinned at me and nodded. Well, youd better make sure Kerry comes before I do, he said. You know my dick will start thinking for itself after a while. I dont think he wants you sucking his dick when my fucking dick takes over. Why the fuck not? I asked, grinning back at him. She might bite your fucking dick off, he said. She goes wild when I fuck her from behind and shoot a big load in her fucking cunt. Dont listen to him, Kerry, Siobhan said. I dont bitewell, not much anyway. And you two quit saying fuck so much. Youve got me saying it too. She didnt bite, not much anyway, and she did everything else. She sucked and licked and used her hand and played with my balls until I knew I wouldnt last much longer. I wanted to see what they looked like when Kieran was fucking her from behind. Siobhan, would you turn around, you know, straddle my chest while youre sucking my dick, I asked. She looked up at me. What do you want Kieran to do? The same thing hes doing now, I whispered. I want him to straddle me while hes fucking you. I want to watch. Its so fucking hot when hes fucking you like that. I want to see you two doing it. Siobhan reversed her position and straddled me with her butt up in the air and her head down at my dick. Her pussy, no her cunt, was all juicy looking and open and red. I knew I could come just looking at it while she sucked my cock. Kieran straddled my chest too, almost my head, with his legs bent back under my arms, reached down, and guided his dick back into her. I didnt know whether Id be able to see them fucking when I suggested it. But it worked. Without a pillow under my head, I could look up and see Kierans big dick half buried in Siobhans cunt. I tried to get my arms out of the way by bending them back but that was uncomfortable, even when I had my hands clasped under my head. I decided to see if I could help Siobhan to enjoy being fucked. I reached under her with my hand turned so that I could touch her clit with my thumb. She was so wet that my thumb slid all over her clit when Kieran started thrusting into her again. Damn, thats good, Kerry, she whispered. You dont like what Im doing? Kieran asked. I love it, Kieran, she whispered. I love your big dick splitting me wide open. Hes got his thumb on my clit. He must be your son the way hes thinking up new things to do. I reached up with my left hand and held Kierans balls back a little so I could see better. When I looked above my head, I saw Kierans dick sliding in and almost out of Siobhans cunt. When I looked down toward my feet, I saw her sucking my cock. It was too much and Id been hot and hard for too long. I didnt give her a warning: I just let it happen. I dont know where the first squirt went but she swallowed once or maybe gagged, and then kept her head still and just used her hand until Id squirted everything out of my balls and into her mouth. When I was finished, she took her mouth off my dick, spit a few times on my stomach, and then swallowed again. Damn, Kerry, you blew my fucking tonsils down my fucking throat, she groaned. Kieran took that as his signal and started shoving his dick in hard. He held her by the hips so she couldnt move and slapped his thighs and stomach against her so hard that the shock waves made her breasts sway back and forth. I lay there and watched above my head while he reamed her out. Within a minute or so, he froze, pressed tight up against her ass. From the way he groaned, he was either dying or coming. When Kieran turned her loose, Siobhan rolled off to one side, turned around, and then gave me a kiss with a little come-flavored tongue, Kieran crawled off me to the other side and flopped down so hard he shook the bed. Nobody said a word for a few minutes. I lay there with my eyes closed, listening to Kieran and Siobhan breathing as loudly as me. I didnt feel like moving and I guess they didnt either. I felt something cool all across my lower abdomen and raised my head and looked. Siobhan had smeared my come and her spit all over me and it was drying. I smelled a mixture of sweat, semen, and cunt-juices. After a few minutes more, I decided Id do something to clean up our mess. I rolled off the bed, went in the bathroom, and ran the water in the sink until it got hot. The water running made me have to pee so I lifted the seat on the commode and had a good piss. When I was finished, I wet a bunch of washcloths in the sink, grabbed some small towels, and took them to Siobhan and Kieran. I stood at the foot of the bed and wiped off while they lay there side by side and did the same thing. Siobhan watched me doing it, then looked at my face, and spread her legs wide. She let me watch while she cleaned herself. I saw something Id never seen before. Somehow she was squeezing her vagina so that Kierans semen came out and drooled down the crack of her ass. She lay there grinning at me while she squeezed and wiped. Damn, that was hot, hot enough to make my dick think it wanted to be shoved in where Kierans semen was coming back out. Ive never seen that before, I said. Well, you wanted me and Kieran to put on a show for you, she answered. I thought Id let you see everything. How do you do it? I asked. Do what? You know, squeeze Kierans come back out of your pussy. How do you do that? Kegel exercises, she said. What? Kegel exercises. They help muscle tone and strength after childbirth. Having kids weakens the pelvic floor, the pubococcygeus muscles. The exercises strengthen them. Ive always done them. You could give me some credit, Kieran said. I always help you. She slapped him on the stomach with her hand. Yeah, sure you do. Well, come on, tell me, I insisted. Sometimes I do the exercises with his dick in my vagina. It adds resistance when Im doing the contractions. He gives me feedback by telling me when he feels them. Yeah, Kerry, Kieran said. Get you a woman who can do what she does and youll never let her go. Ill swear she could pinch my dick off with her pubococcygeus cunt muscles. Hush, Kieran, she said. Dont fill his head with your nonsense. Will you show me? I asked. Next weekend? Are you really going to let me do it with youyou knowmake love with you? Yes, Kerry, she said. Kieran says hes OK with it and I want to do it with you. Ill show you how Kegels feel. I thought you had surgery about a year after Alannah was born to fix some muscles down there. Arial said thats what it was for. It was. The exercises are good but having four kids caused problems and the exercises werent as much help after Alannah. The doctor used laparoscopic surgery to fix things. Is it OK if I ask you both something thats kind of personal? I dont want you to get mad at me for asking. Kieran answered this time. Kerry, weve always tried to give you honest answers, havent we? Were not going to get mad at you. I know you had a tubal ligation when the doctor did that surgery. Why did you decide that? Why didnt Kieran have a vasectomy so you wouldnt have any more kids? He wanted to, Kerry, Siobhan answered this time. We argued about it for months. I just didnt want him to do it. It may be silly but I like knowing hes squirting all those live sperm in me. When we found out I needed a little repair work, I insisted and he gave in. Well, I know women like knowing they can have babies, Kieran said. I still think I should have had my tubes cut instead of yours. And I know men like knowing they can make babies, she said. Lets not get into that argument again. Could we take a break now? Kieran asked. Im hot. I could go for a cold beer. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Sixteen As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 36; Siobhan Stuart, 35; Kavan Stuart, 9; Arial Stuart, 7; Kerry Stuart, 3 Luke Bridges, 18; Rachael Monteverde, 19 TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart, Rachael Monteverde, Luke Bridges, Kavan Stuart, Arial Stuart <><><> (KIERAN) Lukes mother and father wanted him to come visit them at their new home for Thanksgiving. They sent tickets for his flight. The kids wanted him to stay with us. I could tell he wanted to stay but Siobhan and I reluctantly told him he should go. I dropped him off at the airport on Wednesday afternoon. When I picked him up at the airport on Sunday night, he was very quiet and didnt want to talk about his visit. When we got home, Siobhan had already put the kids to bed. Luke went in his own room and shut the door. Siobhan asked me what was wrong, easily picking up the same signals that I had that Luke was unhappy. When I told her I didnt know, she took my hand and led me to Lukes room. Im going to find out, she said. If hes hurting, I want to help him. She knocked on Lukes door and we waited a minute until he finally opened it. His eyes were red and wet with tears and he was sniffing. Without a word, Siobhan pulled his head down on her shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. His arms slowly moved to encircle her. Over the top of his head, Siobhan looked at me and motioned for me to come closer. I moved behind Luke from the other side and rubbed his neck and shoulders. He broke out into uncontrolled sobbing and we both held him until his crying had run its course. Kieran, would you get us all a glass of wine? Siobhan asked. Were going in the family room. In the kitchen, I opened a bottle and poured three glasses. When I went in the family room, Luke was sitting in a chair, still wearing his khakis and sweater. Siobhan was in his lap, her legs drawn up, still in the sweats and socks shed had on all day. She had one arm around his neck and had drawn his head down against her. He had his hand under Siobhans sweatshirt and I could tell it was on her breast. His eyes were closed and she was slowly stroking his temples and hair and whispering to him. After a few minutes, he took a quick breath, shuddered slightly, and then opened his eyes and looked around. Siobhan leaned closer to him and kissed him on his cheek. I think Lukes ready to tell us whats wrong, she said. As Luke explained it, Thanksgiving with his parents had been a complete disaster. His parents had insisted on going out for Thanksgiving dinner. He quickly saw that relations between his mother and father were more strained than ever. On Saturday afternoon, he confronted his father about it. His father told him that he and his mother were going to divorce. He went to his mother and she started alternately crying and screaming at his father. He went to his room except it really wasnt his room anymore, just his old furniture and stayed there until his father took him to the airport on Sunday. As he was leaving, his mother said something to him about staying with his father until he grew up to keep from hurting him. He told her that they hadnt done him any favors and they would have hurt him less if theyd divorced years ago. His father had little to say on the way to the airport until he dropped Luke off. His only words then were Forgive me, son, please? Luke almost lost control then and had been holding it in until he came back to us. Siobhan sat in Lukes lap while he slowly sipped the wine. I tried to bring him back on course to rejoin our family. Luke, I want you to go to bed and get a good nights sleep, I said. Forget everything else for a day or two. Well talk with you this week and you can talk to us about your parents if you want to. You need to be back in school tomorrow morning, ready to be a good student again. I want you to be sure you keep up with your studies during the week. Ive got something special planned for next weekend. I think youll have a smile on your face when you find out what it is. Later, when Siobhan and I were curled up in bed together, she asked me what my plans were. Do you really have something planned for next weekend? Were you just trying to get Luke to think of something else? At the moment I said it, I didnt have a clear idea of what we might do to help him, I told her. Ive been thinking about it for the last hour or so. I know what would really help him but Im afraid to mention it to you. I know what youve got in mind, Siobhan said. Youre thinking of giving him another lesson. I guess its the final one since theres not much more to teach him. Are you sure you want me to do that with him? We talked about it for over an hour before we finally made a decision. Wed bring Luke to our bed next Saturday night and Siobhan would make love with him and with me. But wed then begin to push him to find his own woman with whom to share his love. <><><> (SIOBHAN) Lukes happiness seemed to return during the week. The kids engulfed him in their love. He spent most afternoons after school playing with them. Id bought all of them blue sweat suits at after-Thanksgiving sales. I had them all laid out in the family room when Luke brought the kids home from school on Monday. The kids wanted to put them on immediately and they stripped down to skin in the family room. Luke did the same and helped them put theirs on. When they all had on the same navy blue outfits, I got the camera and made them sit on the couch together while I took pictures. During the week, Luke wanted to bathe the kids and put them to bed even more than usual. One night Kieran and I helped Luke in giving them an extra special bath. We all tried to fit in the Jacuzzi in our bathroom. Three adults and three kids could fit. Kieran and I sat side by side at the big end and Luke sat at the narrow end. It made for an interesting arrangement of long legs. We each had one kid on our lap. Arial insisted on sitting on Lukes legs. Kavan was on my lap and Kerry was on Kierans. Luke even laughed when Arial announced that he had a hard-on and then spread her legs so his dick could stand up between her legs, with the head just out of the water. Kavan had to show off too. He raised up out of the water so we could see his stiffie. I looked at Kerry but he was just snuggled up against Kierans chest, almost ready to go to sleep. On Saturday afternoon, Kieran and Luke took the kids roller-skating, promising to be back by five oclock. I stayed home and started preparing dinner, something I knew Kieran and the kids enjoyed. I started with the yeast rolls as soon as theyd left and then later made a big meat loaf with mashed potatoes and green beans. For desert I even made a German-chocolate cake that they all enjoyed. Comfort food. When Luke came back with Kieran and the kids, he had a broad smile on his face. When he found out what was for dinner, his smile got even broader. After dessert, Luke pushed me out of the kitchen and said hed clean up. Kieran said Not by yourself, and volunteered the kids and himself. When they were finished and came in the family room, I suggested that we let the kids skip their bath for the night and just read to them for an hour or so, taking turns. Each time, Kerry had to sit in the lap of the reader and the other two sat on each side. Luke got to read a chapter on plate tectonics from a geology book for kids. They were worn out and ready for bed when we finished. They each got three hugs and kisses as they were tucked in. For the first time, I think Luke was eager to get the kids into their beds. When we went down the hallway to our bedroom, Luke seemed to hesitate at the door again. Kieran put a hand on his shoulder and I held his hand. His hand seemed to be trembling in mine. The three of us showered in the Jacuzzi in our bathroom. Kieran and Luke were efficient in washing me and then themselves. I think they were in a hurry to go to bed. We turned down the comforter and blanket and then sprawled out on the bed, with me in the middle. Kieran, Im a little cold, I said. Could we get under the blanket and you two cuddle me until Im warm? Once under cover, I was on my back with Kieran on one side and Luke on the other. I had two hands free and they each had one. Our hands all found the best places to be. Kieran and Luke were each holding one of my breasts and I held two dicks which soon warmed my hands. At Kierans suggestion, Luke started kissing me and I opened my mouth to him and we played tongue tag. Kieran nudged him out of the way and continued the game. After a minute or so, Luke nudged Kieran out of the way for another turn. I felt Kieran reach across to Lukes hand and then felt him guide it between my thighs. Kierans hand returned to my breast and Lukes hand began to explore. He soon found out how hot I was on the inside. He got his long middle finger into me and started stirring up my juices. He stopped kissing me for a minute, brought the finger up to his nose, and smelled it. He held it over to Kieran to smell and then to me. I think shes getting warmer, Kieran; do you? Kieran opened his mouth for Lukes finger but Luke shook his head and stuck his finger in his own mouth. Kieran pretended to have hurt feelings. He pushed Lukes finger out of my stew pot, inserted his own, stuck it in his mouth for a taste, and then stuck out his tongue at Luke. We played quietly until Kieran and Luke both had bone-hard erections and I had a warm and wet pussy. Luke cuddled up close to me, his head just beside mine, his face half hidden in my hair, and started talking, almost inaudibly. Siobhan, Kieran says youre going to let me make love with you. Is it really OK? Ive never done it before and I dont know what to do. Luke, Im not just letting you. I want you to. Kieran and Ive talked about it. He knows I want you and its OK with him. I told him he could do the same thing when we find a young girl that needs lessons. Luke, Kieran said, Im about to let you two do this without me. I think everything will come naturally. Just remember two things. Dont get in a hurry. Be slow and gentle at first. A woman has ways of letting a man know when she wants it hard and fast. Kieran threw back the blanket on his side and stood up. He turned out all the lights except for the one on his side of the bed and quietly walked out of the room. Im going to check on the kids, he said. Be back in a few minutes. I whispered to Luke, Im ready. He moved awkwardly on top of me and reached down to hold his cock. I pushed his hand out of the way and held it between my two hands. He slid it in slowly, oh, so slowly, so deliciously slowly. When I felt his pubic bone pressed against mine, I wrapped my arms around his back and locked my ankles around his ass. Youre not a virgin now, Luke, I whispered in his ear. How does it feel? I suppose his moans were as good an answer as any. I began to clench and relax the muscles inside me, as slowly as possible, doing my best to make sure he felt my cunt squeezing on his cock. He lifted his face out of my hair and looked directly in my eyes. Did you come? he asked. No, Luke, not yet. Im just teasing you. Do you like it? Yeah, but Im close and I dont want to come yet. I dont want it to be over. Luke, its not going to be over the first time you come, I whispered. Just let it happen. You can do it as long as you can keep a hard-on. After a minute or so, he finally began to move within me, slowly withdrawing until only the head of his cock was in me and then sliding it back in until he was totally buried. I knew from years of experience that his movements would only get harder and faster. I moved my hands down to his ass cheeks and held them. When he started thrusting faster, I let him feel my fingernails in his buttocks. Within another minute, he shoved his cock in hard enough to make me grunt and I felt him throbbing inside me. When he collapsed on top of me, I pulled his head down beside mine, closed my eyes, and was lost in the feeling of his body against mine and his still-hard dick deep within me. When I regained awareness, I saw Kieran in the bed beside us, propped up on one arm, watching us. He smiled at me. Luke was motionless, his cock still inside me, his face buried in my hair. I think Luke must have come, he said. Did you? Luke lifted his head and grinned at Kieran. No, not yet, I said. Luke, Kieran said, sometimes a woman doesnt come with just straight fucking. Sometimes she does. If she doesnt, then you can help her have an orgasm if she wants one. I knew what Kieran had in mind because he had done it to me so many times. I didnt know whether he wanted Luke to do it or whether he would do it as another lesson for Luke. I want to come, too, I said. Luke looked at me in puzzlement and I could almost hear him thinking, What do I do now? Luke, would you get us some warm wash cloths and towels out of the bathroom? I asked. When he came back, washcloths in one hand and towels in the other, still hard penis leading the way, oh blessed youth, he stood beside the bed, waiting for one of us to tell him what to do. Kieran and I held out our hands for washcloths, used them to wipe off our faces first, and then used them on our genitals. I watched Luke as he pulled his foreskin back and wiped the bright red head clean. When he was through, he nonchalantly hung a towel over his hard-on and held out his hand for our washcloths. Kieran moved between my legs, on his knees, and told Luke, When I lift her up, Luke, put the towel under her. He slid his palms under me and lifted my ass a foot of so off the bed. Luke spread the towel under me and then waited. Luke, Siobhan said she wanted to come too. Im going to see if she really meant that. He bent over and brought his face down to my cunt. I watched Lukes face register bewilderment, amazement, and then maybe envy. Kierans tongue moved up and down on each side of my vulva a few times and then straight up the middle until I was squirming in his hands. He fastened his lips on my clitoris, sucked on it, and stroked it with the tip of his tongue. Within a couple of minutes, I had my first orgasm of the night. Kieran moved over beside me and gestured for Luke to take his place between my legs. Luke looked at me and then at Kieran and I could tell he was uncertain about what he was expected to do. Luke, its something you ought to learn to do, Kieran said. You shouldnt come in a womans pussy and then roll over and go to sleep and leave her unsatisfied. Learn to give her an orgasm too. Shell think youre the greatest lover she could ever have. Luke looked at me and then at Kieran, still bewildered. Yeah but. How could you do that when I just left a load inside her? What does it taste like? Luke, it just tastes like her, Kieran answered. I think you deposited that load in her vagina and, from the way you looked, I think you put it pretty deep. I just had my mouth and tongue on the area around her clit. I didnt taste your semen but what difference would it make if I did? Ive had semen in my mouth before and it didnt kill me. Luke stretched out on the bed, lifted my legs, bent them back, and squirmed around until his face was between my thighs. He was hesitant at first, just touching me with the tip of his tongue. I whispered encouragement to him until Kieran started kissing me and then using his mouth on my nipples. I let the world fade away and let the two of them give me my second orgasm, just a little one that rolled on and on. I put my hands behind Lukes head and pulled and made sure he knew I was coming. When I turned him loose and opened my eyes, Kieran was watching Luke and snickering. Luke was trying to get a pubic hair or two out of his mouth. Luke finally settled down on one side of me again, Kieran propped up on one elbow on the other side, just looking at me and Luke. He was slowly stroking his cock with the right hand and smiling. Luke, do you understand why we brought you to bed with us, he asked. Luke propped up in a mirror image of Kieran and started stoking his cock with his left hand. Im not sure. Maybe it was to teach me a something. Youre right, Kieran said. Youve just had your first taste of what love and sex can be like between a man and a woman. What you just experienced was a tiny sample of what Siobhan and I do a few times every week, almost every Saturday night. Its what holds our marriage together. Its what has given us three of the most wonderful children anyone could want. Its what you can have for the rest of your life if you want it. With Siobhan? Luke asked, grinning mischievously at Kieran. No, Luke, we want you to think about finding a young woman of your own to love, I answered. Kieran and I will try to help you. You can bring her here. This is your home now and youre welcome to bring any one here. You can take her in your room and do with her what you just did with me. You dont care if we do it before we get married? Luke asked. No, Luke, Kieran said. Siobhan and I both had sex with others before we married. Weve been faithful to each other for over ten years now. Youre the first man shes had sex with since we married. Let that tell you how much we both love you. We both agreed that, after your parents, you needed to see another side of marriage. Your life can be like ours if you want it. I want it, Luke whispered, unsmiling, and I thought I saw tears in his eyes. But who would want me? Im about as fucked up as a guy can get. Luke, youre a very nice looking young man with a beautiful body, I said. Youre kind and sweet and loving with our three kids and they love you to pieces. Kieran and I are learning to love you. Ive heard him say he wishes you were his son so you could always be part of our family. I feel the same way except I guess I shouldnt let you have sex with me if you were really my son. Yeah, but I dont know anything about women. Could you two teach me? I dont mean like having sex with me. I just mean talk to me and let me ask you all sorts of stupid questions. Isnt that what parents are for? Kieran asked. We lay there for a while longer and then I reached for Kierans cock. I found it hot and hard, tugged on it, and he moved on top of me. With my own juices and Lukes semen mostly still inside me, he slid in to the bottom with no resistance. I used my fingernails on his ass too. He pounded me into the bed and then erupted inside me. Kieran moved off me and we both lay there gasping. When Luke moved down between my legs, I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was on his knees, his hard cock in his hand, waiting for my permission. I nudged Kieran to look too and then nodded for Luke to come aboard. He was slower this time but I didnt mind. I just relaxed and enjoyed being fucked into oblivion again. When he finally groaned and started throbbing in me, it was so good I didnt care whether I came again or not. Luke curled up against me on one side, breathing heavily. Kieran reached over, turned out the light, and snuggled up to the other side. I tucked the towel tighter between my legs and lay there quietly, wondering whether they were as ready for sleep as I was. If you two studs are finished for the night, Im going to sleep, I whispered. Could you wait for just a few minutes? Luke asked. Yes, Luke, but if you come again, I want to come too, I answered. Ill make sure of that, he promised. I almost felt sorry for him. Kieran had gone down on me more than once after fucking me. Hed even done it after hed come twice. But tonight it was after sloppy seconds and thirds. Fourths? I wondered if Luke had the stomach or mouth for it. He had the hard-on for it. He came a third time blessed youth again and rolled off panting. After resting a minute, he moved down between my legs and started going where no man had gone before, at least after four loads were left in my cunt. Kieran must have taken pity on him because he decided to help. They alternated, licking and sucking on my clitoris in turn. I relaxed, in no great hurry to come again. Kieran whispered something I couldnt understand to Luke. Luke slid two fingers in my overflowing cunt, fastened his mouth on my clitoris, and sucked one last orgasm out of me. The next morning, our three kids went looking for Luke. When they didnt find him in his bedroom, they looked all over the house and finally looked in our bedroom. They found the three of us still in bed together. Kavan and Arial didnt seem surprised. Kerry wasnt bothered by it. He crawled up on the bed and woke us up. <><><> (KIERAN) A week or so later, Luke decided to participate in an open house for high-school seniors and transfer students at the state college on the North side of town. He was gone all day and Siobhan, like a typical mother, worried when he didnt come back until almost six oclock. I was just helping set the table when he came in, sporting a huge smile on his face. Whereve you been, young man? Siobhan said, jokingly. With a girl, Mom. I think Im in love. Both Siobhan and I broke out in big smiles too. Well, come on, tell us all about her. I met this beautiful girl at one of the sessions. Her nametag said shes Rachael Monteverde so I guess shes Italian. Boy, she is something! I tried to think of an original pick up line and I guess I got a good one. I asked her to go somewhere with me and she looked at me like I was nuts. But she said shed have lunch with me in the cafeteria. We hung out together until the orientation was over at three and then walked around on campus talking. Weve got a date for this Saturday night. Where are you taking her? I asked. Im not taking her anywhere. Im bringing her here. I asked her if shed come home with me and meet the two of you and your three kids. I told her she could help me bathe the kids and put them to bed. Thats very original for a pick up line, Luke, Siobhan said. But I dont think its very romantic, is it? It worked, didnt it? I hope I can get romantic with her later. Theres just one little problem I promised to cook dinner for her. I need help. How old is she, Luke? I asked. Shes nineteen. Shes worked since shes been out of high school to save up money for college. Shes got no family, lives with an aunt. And if shes nineteen, shes legal, isnt she? He gave us both a big grin at that idea. Youve got another problem thats bigger, I said. Did you forget that when you bathe the kids, youre naked? Hey, old man, I told her we were nudists around the house. If I can get her naked on our first date, just think how far I might be able to get with her on the second. <><><> On Saturday, Siobhan and I wore jeans and a shirt all day and kept them on when Luke went to pick up Rachael. The kids were in sweat suits to keep warm. Luke wore jeans and a sweatshirt and, when he brought Rachael, she was dressed the same way. Within minutes after introducing her to us, the two of them were on the floor playing with the kids. Rachael was a beautiful young woman not a girl with a womans breasts and hips. She had long wavy dark hair that framed a face with dark eyes and full lips. It was easy to see why Luke had so quickly declared himself in love. That night, Luke grilled steaks to perfection outdoors, following my instructions. Rachael and Siobhan baked potatoes and fixed salad. I found a special bottle of red wine to go with dinner. The kids were on their best behavior, except for Kavan constantly staring at Rachael. After dinner, we let the kids watch TV in the family room. The four of us went into the Living-Music room to talk in peace and quiet. Rachael wanted to talk about us going naked with each other and I explained that it was something wed done all of our married life. She seemed fascinated with the idea. When she asked about Luke being naked too, we acknowledged that he did but tried to avoid going into detail, leaving that to Luke to tell her. It was almost nine when Siobhan reminded us that it was bedtime for the kids and asked who wanted to bathe them. Luke immediately volunteered. Rachael looked at us almost begging for us to tell her what to do. Rachael, Siobhan said, Lukes going to take them downstairs to the big shower in our basement. Nothing goes on when the kids get bathed. Well, I guess thats not quite true. They have a lot of fun and youll hear a lot of laughing and squealing and giggling. Kavan washes himself, Arial does too except she wants somebody to wash her hair, and Kerry has to be held down and washed thoroughly. Luke is naked when he does it. If Kieran or I do it, were naked too. Its so big deal to any of us. Lukes loved doing it from the first time he bathed them. You can stay up here with us if you want to. You can keep your clothes on and watch Luke bathe them. If you want to, take your clothes off downstairs and help Luke. Its totally up to you. Rachael went downstairs with Luke. Siobhan and I looked at each other wondering which decision shed make. After a while, we heard squealing and giggling in the voices of our kids and then laughing in the voices of a young man and a young woman. We knew what shed chosen. Luke brought the kids up, all clean and smiling, with towels around their shoulders. He was naked. Are you indecent? Rachael says shes not coming up if youve got clothes on. We quickly made sure she could come up. The kids had four adults helping them with hair combing and teeth brushing and reading that night. Siobhan helped me tuck my tongue back in my mouth after seeing Rachael. Kavan stared at Rachael as intently as I did and had a hard-on, a nice four or five inch stiffie, which he took to bed with him. I didnt tell Rachael that she was probably going to be Kavans jack-off fantasy. Luke began seeing Rachael regularly. Some afternoons or evenings, he was with her. Most Saturday nights they spent with us, sometimes clothed, sometimes nude. When the kids werent around, they gradually became more intimate with each other in front of us. One Saturday night after the little ones were in bed, they began kissing and touching each other while we watched. Luke was sporting a rigid hard-on and I was too, just watching them. I took Siobhan to our bedroom, leaving them to watch TV. The next morning, Luke apologized for the stains on the couch and said hed clean then off if Siobhan would tell him how. She showed him what to use and how to do the cleaning. The next time Luke brought her to the house, he asked us if it was OK if he took Rachael to his bedroom before taking her home. By February, he was asking if she could stay in his room overnight. By March, she was a regular visitor for the entire weekend. We seldom had to bathe the kids when Rachael was visiting. On a couple of occasions, we had four adults and three kids bathing in the basement shower at the same time. One weekend in March, we were supposedly watching a movie in the family room, lights off, with Luke and Rachael. We were on the love seat and Siobhan was leaning against me. Luke and Rachael were on the couch, hands all over each other, like two contortionists. Rachael had her hand on Lukes cock while he had his hand on her vulva, fingers hidden between her legs. I could smell the scent of sex in the air. Luke kneeled down between Rachaels legs, pulled her hips forward to the edge of the couch, and then looked over at us. Siobhan, would you like to sit next to Rachael. Im going to be on my knees for a while. Maybe Kieran would join me on the floor. I joined him on the floor and we gave two gasping females a good licking. Afterward, they made us stand at attention in front of them, hands on their shoulders, and they gave us a good sucking. I can still remember Siobhans advice to Rachael, Remember Rachael, men think they ejaculate a gallon; women know its only a teaspoon. <><><> A few days after that, Luke and Kavan and I were working on an old car down in the basement. It was my one expensive hobby, making an inexpensive piece of junk into an expensive piece of junk. Kieran, do you talk to my Dad about me? Luke asked. We talk every few weeks. He calls me at work. He was my boss for a long time. There are some job things we need to talk about. Thats not what I asked you, Kieran. I looked at him, thinking about the wise way to handle this. Yes, we talk about you. What do you tell him, I mean, about me and you and Siobhan and about Rachael? I decided truth was the best answer. Ive been telling him everything that goes on all the time youve been here. He knows youve got a pretty good course in sex education. I dont get into details but he understands. Do you tell him about Rachael? I tell him about her but I dont get into details there either. He knows youve found a wonderful girl to love. How does he feel about it? Hes as happy for you as a father could be. He said for me to tell you hes always loved you and always will. He said he was glad Siobhan and I helped you learn how to love. He said he just wished he could have done it himself. Luke choked up a little and appeared on the verge of crying. He wiped his hands off on a rag and went outdoors. Did his Dad really say all that? Kavan asked. I looked at him, wondering how much he understood about our relationship with Luke. I had to prompt him a little but, yes, he did say all that. You and Mom have done something good in helping Luke learn how to love. Im proud of you. I was more than a little surprised. My own nine year-old son seemed to understand what we had done with Luke and even to approve. Do you know what weve been doing with Luke when you kids are asleep? Sure, Dad, you just think were asleep. You guys get noisy sometimes when youre doing it. When we found you in bed together, you should have smelled the sex in the bedroom. I thought about bottling it and selling it. And youre not ashamed of us for doing it with Luke? Shit, nah, Dad, I told you, Im proud of you. <><><> In early May, we learned that the kids would have a school holiday on a Friday in mid-month. Luke and Rachael asked if we could go to the cabin in the woods. Since Luke was moving into an apartment and starting college in June, we grabbed at what might be our last opportunity to be together. Rachael stayed the night with Luke on Thursday night. She and Luke bathed the kids and put them to bed. Afterwards the four of us sat around in the family room talking. Rachael had long since become comfortable being nude around us but it seemed she was deliberately being more teasing and provocative. She gave me some gaping flashes of pink more than once. Luke saw what she was doing and got aroused. When Siobhan and Rachael saw two erect dicks standing up, we were both hauled off to bed by our dicks. I know, in my case, mine was soft and docile when I went to sleep. We were at the cabin before noon on Friday. The weather was warm so all of us wanted to try the creek. I think we had a contest to see who could get naked the quickest. Kavan won and then watched as Rachael provocatively pulled her white panties down. When we waded into the creek, we decided it was a little cold yet for playing. The kids started running wild as usual while Luke and Rachael stayed to talk to us. We stood or sat in the shade since we had little tan remaining from last season. Old man, Luke began, Im moving out of your house but I hope I never move out of your hearts. Youll never be out of mine. I hope youll still let me visit on weekends, with Rachael of course. Well even bathe the kids for you until we have one of our own. Youve been thinking of making a permanent commitment to each other then? Siobhan asked. Yeah, Luke answered. Rachael and I are going to be living together while we go to college. Moms outraged but that just means she wont come for a visit. Dads OK with it; in fact hes happy with it. Hes renting an apartment for us and giving me an allowance. Rachaels got a needs-based scholarship. Were both going to look for a part-time job. We think we can manage the finances OK. When we think were ready, well get married, if shell still have me after living with me. Will you let us help you outfit your apartment, Kieran asked. I think you could use a good king-size bed for your wrestling matches. And when the time comes, will you let us help you with your wedding plans? Siobhan asked. You know we will, Rachael said. Were going to need all the help we can get. Youll be the only Mom here to help us. Theres a special reason we wanted you two to take us to the camp this weekend, Luke said. We wanted to give you a gift in appreciation for everything youve taught me. Rachaels especially thankful since Ive been teaching her and shes another beneficiary of all your good lessons. Weve been talking about this for weeks, Rachael interrupted excitedly. We tried to think of something we could afford and something we hope youll enjoy. We decided we couldnt afford much but we did come up with something we hope youll both enjoy. You dont need to give us anything, I said. Gifts given out of love dont require anything in return. We know that, Luke said. Its the gift of love thats changed me so much. When you and Siobhan shared your love with me and let me be part of your family, it gave a meaning to my life. I want a family like yours. Yeah, old man, Rachael said, you let Siobhan give Luke lessons on how to make love with a woman. You helped turn him into the man I fell in love with. Hes told me all about those lessons. Hes shown me how well he learned them. Thats how we came up with the idea of showing both of you how well weve learned our lessons, Luke said. I looked at Siobhan with a questioning lift of my eyebrows. Kieran, Luke said, its been months since my last lesson with Siobhan. If you two will let me, Id like to show her how much Ive learned. Siobhan looked at Luke. Im not sure we should do that, Luke. I dont think Rachael and Kieran will want to watch us. You dont understand, Siobhan, Rachael said. While you and Luke are reviewing the lessons, Im going to be busy showing Kieran how well Ive learned them second hand. She gave both of us a soft smile and leaned back against a tree, waiting for our answer. I understood what they were proposing. I understood completely but I was speechless. For once in my life, I couldnt think of what I should say. Siobhan guessed my uncertainty and stood looking at me, trying not to laugh out loud. I was saved by Arial. <><><> (ARIAL) I stood in the creek, water up to my knees, watching Mom and Dad talking with Luke and Rachael. I wondered if they were planning to do sex again. Kavan had been telling me what hed seen sneaking around the house when they thought he was sleeping. I wanted to go sneak with him so I could see too. Hed promised me hed let me if they did it again at the cabin. Kavan was in the creek digging in some mud where the creek bank had washed out. His arms and most of his front were covered with some white stuff. He looked funny. I looked around for Kerry and couldnt find him. When I saw him, he was on a sandbar in the creek, picking up red berries and playing with them and eating them. His hands were covered with bright red juice and his mouth and chin were all red. I was scared. What if the berries were poison? I screamed his name. Kavan looked up and ran over to Kerry. Mom and Dad came running down the hill. Luke and Rachael were just behind them. I didnt know what to say. I just pointed to Kerry. Dad jumped off the creek bank and landed on the sandbar near Kerry. When he saw what he had done, he looked up at the tree, then down at the berries on the sand, and then at me. When he smiled, I knew it was OK. Its OK, Arial; its just wild cherries. Theyre not poisonous. Hes just fine - caught red handed - but hes fine. Dad picked up one of the cherries, mashed it in his hand, and stuck one finger in the juice. He touched each of his cheeks with the finger. I saw bright-red spots on each cheek. Dont be scared, Arial, he said. Theyre not poisonous. Birds loveem but theyre bitter and dont taste good. I dont think Kerry put but a few in his mouth. Kavan was standing looking at Kerry. Kavans feet were colored sort of gray-white and he even had the stuff on his dick and his chest. He looked funny. Dad, I found this neat stuff, Kavan said. Its like real nice clay. Sort of like play-dough. Theres lots of it. Mom and Luke and Rachael climbed down the creek bank and looked at Kavan. They started laughing. Can you show us where you found this stuff, Kavan? Dad asked. Kavan led us down the creek to where hed been playing. Part of the creek bank had been washed away. About two feet below the top there was a big stretch of the gray-white stuff. Dad looked at it for a minute, bent over and picked up a clump. He played with it in hand and then walked over to Mom, Luke, and Rachael. Its a clay deposit. I think its called kaolin. The old fashioned name for it was white wash. Country people used it to white wash the area around their fireplace. Its got lots of industrial and commercial uses. Theres not enough here for anybody to mine. But its a lot of fun to play with. Luke looked at Kavan. His legs were muddy up to his knees and in some places above his knees. Looks like Kavan is trying to use it as body paint. I could almost see the idea pop out above Kavans head. He looked over at me and raised his eyebrows. I knew my brother. He wanted me to help talk Dad and Mom into something. I walked over to Dad and held his hand. I looked up at him and used my big blues on him. Can we, Dad, can we use it for body paint? Can we please? <><><> (KAVAN) Dad knew how to do it. He helped us get the old galvanized washtub from under the cabin. We got a shovel and a hoe and two buckets. I dug the clay out and put it in a small bucket. Arial carried it up to the bank where Luke and Dad were waiting beside the old tub. Dad broke the chunks up into smaller pieces with his hands. Luke used the flat end of a hoe to mash the pieces. They kept adding water as much as they needed. Finally Dad told me he had enough clay. Dad got in the tub and started mixing up the mud and water with his feet. He held out his hand to Mom and she got in with him. He had his hands on her shoulders; she had hers on his waist. They went around and around, stomping the clay until it turned into something like thick white paint. When they got out, Dad looked at Arial. Arial, you wanted body paint. Here it is. How do you want to be painted? She looked at the mess and said, Yuk! Mom asked Dad if he was sure it was harmless. He didnt answer; just walked over to the tub, sat his butt down in it, with his legs hanging over the side. Nothing above the neck, he ordered. We all helped coat him. Even Kerry got a big kick out of slopping the mud on Dad. When he was covered, Arial wanted me to go next. I sat down and got it up to the neck. Rachael made Luke go next cept she wouldnt let him sit down. He had to stand up in the tub while Mom, Rachael and Arial coated him all over with their hands. I noticed all three of them had to coat Lukes dick and balls. I thought he was covered there after Mom and Rachael had done it. I guess Arial had to put on more mud as his dick got harder. Luke made Rachael have a turn next. Luke and Dad and I had a lot of fun rubbing it all over Rachael. Dads dick got hard when he smeared it on her breasts. Mine did too. I got this funny feeling from touching Rachaels breasts. Luke and Dad let me rub it on her longer than they did. I didnt want to stop. Id never touched anybodys breasts except Moms. Arial doesnt count cause she doesnt have any. That left Mom and Arial and Kerry for last. Mom was polite to Arial and went next and even took Kerry with her. When they got out, everybody stood around letting the white wash dry and looking at Arial. She started to run but she didnt get far. She got double and triple coated. <><><> (RACHAEL) The more the clay dried, the more the color went from gray to white. I thought everybody looked strange but it was just too much of one color. I looked at Siobhans flaming red hair and had an idea. Kieran, are you sure those berries are wild cherries that theyre not poisonous? Sure, he said. He walked over to the berries on the ground, picked up a few and stuffed them in his mouth. He made a nasty face. When he spit them out, his lips were reddish-purple. I got one of the small buckets, rinsed it out, and started picking up the cherries and putting them in the bucket. I dont know whether anyone else knew what I had in mind but they helped. When I had about one-fourth of the bucket full, I stopped them. I used the flat-end of the hoe to mash them into a puree. It was a reddish-purple mess. When I was finished, I carefully lowered my hands into the bucket, palms down, until my palms were just pressing into the mess. When I took them out, my palms were bright red. I walked up to Luke, holding my hands out to the side. He looked at me like I was crazy but stood still. When my stomach was pressed up against his, I reached around with my hands and placed them carefully on his ass. He smiled down at me as we stood there. I could feel his cock throbbing against me. When I took my hand off, he turned around to show everybody. Two beautiful red handprints on a stark white butt. Luke did it next and put his handprints on me on my ass and on my breasts. After that it was all fun and laughing and giggles as we tried to figure out what to put on each other. Handprints were easy and every body got a lot because everybody seemed to enjoy putting them on. Kieran had a barber-pole cock, pointing up at an angle. Kavan got a solid red one, on white balls. His was pointing up too. Even Kerrys little dick was pointing up; he had his painted and repainted by everybody. I tried to do Luke like a red zebra but he kept moving and messing it up. He looked funny with red testicles. My white wash was redone by Luke and Kavan. They covered the hands on my breasts with a fresh coat of white. When that dried, my breasts became eyes, red eyes with a red iris. My naval became a nose. Below that was a mouth sporting a cute little Van Dyke beard. I loved it. <><><> (KIERAN) The temperature was getting warmer and the breeze was hardly stirring the air. I was getting hungry but nobody seemed to want to go up to the cabin for lunch yet. I decided to see if we could bring lunch down to the creek. Siobhan, do you think we could have lunch down here? We dont have to fix anything. We could just bring some stuff like pork and beans, sardines, crackers and cheese, some fruit. We could just stay here and eat out of cans and use our fingers. Its too nice outdoors. I dont want to go in yet. I knew before asking what the answer would be. We carried the bare minimum down the hill. Two cans of pork and beans, two spoons for everybody to share. Three cans of sardines with three forks. Lots of crackers. Cheddar cheese. Apples and pears and one knife. Just a big jug of water to drink, no cups or glasses so we had to share everything, even germs. The kids amazed me. No Yuk, I dont like that. They ate beans and fed each other beans. They ate sardines. They held the water jug for each other while they drank. I was wondering where my kids had gone and where these angels had come from. Luke was stretched out on his back, his head in Rachaels lap. She was playing with the hair around his face, smoothing it back. His cock was about half hard again. I crawled over to Siobhan, stretched out on my back, and put my head in her lap. The kids were down in the creek, playing at something. The sun was warm on naked skin. The breeze was just enough to keep the sweat from starting. I knew it was paradise. <><><> (SIOBHAN) Kieran had his head in my lap, a contented smile on his face, while I played with his hair. I watched his cock to see if it was going to begin to swell under the warmth of the sun. It did. It crawled up from between his legs and flopped on his thigh. Siobhan, Rachael said, would it be OK if Luke and I went on up to the cabin. Maybe we could get a quick shower and then have a few minutes to ourselves before you and Kieran and the kids come up. Rachael, Kieran answered, if you and Luke want to go have a quickie, just say so. Just leave us some warm water to shower. Go up to the bedroom in the loft. Its your turn to sleep up there. It always goes to the newest lovers. Luke and Rachael went up the hill to the cabin, hand in hand, like the lovers they were, whispering to each other. Kieran, I said, lets go wash the kids off in the creek. Then maybe well have enough hot water to shower. If we could find something for the kids to do, we could have a quickie too. We joined the kids in the creek and scrubbed the clay off each other by hand. The cherry juice didnt want to come off right away. I wondered how long Id have red handprints on my tits and ass. When we got to the basement shower, we bathed the kids first. We asked them to go up to the big common room and relax for a while. As soon as we saw their little butts disappear up the stairs, Kieran had me on my back on the bench, his cock buried to the hilt in my cunt, and we were racing for orgasm. We both won. He was like dead weight on me, his head buried in my shoulder. And then we heard the outbreak of noise upstairs. <><><> (KIERAN) Siobhan and I were almost side-by-side in our race upstairs. When we got to the main floor of the cabin, there was no one in sight. The noises resumed. We looked up toward the loft bedroom door and all three of our kids were there, looking into the bedroom. I could hear Lukes deeper voice, alternating between groaning and laughing. Rachael was giggling and laughing and almost hysterical. The kids were all talking at once. None of them made any sense. We climbed up the circular stairway to the loft bedroom. When we looked in the door, Luke was on his back on the bed. His hard cock was flopping from side to side as he rolled, laughing and groaning, out of control. Rachael was standing at the foot of the bed, trying to cover with her hands the area of her body she had just been unconcerned about displaying at the creek. Tears were running down her cheeks but she was laughing like mad. The kids were all talking at once. SHUT UP, I said in a loud voice. When the kids looked at me, I pointed a finger at Kavan. What happened, Kavan? I didnt know they were fucking, Dad; honest, I didnt. They left the door open. I thought it was OK to come up here. Rachael was on top of Luke bouncing up and down on his dick. Arial wanted to see too. She shoved me and I fell and knocked the door against the wall and made a loud bang. I scared them so bad they havent stopped acting like this since I got up off the floor. That provoked louder howls and laughing from Luke and Rachael. Rachael kept apologizing because theyd let the kids see them making love. Shut up? It worked once; it might work again. SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU, I said, in my most fatherly manner. Luke and Rachael gradually quieted, looking at me as though I had the fatherly wisdom to handle the situation. I think we have a little problem here. I believe we can fix it if youll just listen to me. You kids sit down on the bed. Kavan and Arial crawled up and sat Indian fashion. Rachael helped Kerry up and held him. Siobhan and I stood at the foot of the bed. Kavan, would you like me to give you the keys to my car? I asked. He looked at me, puzzled. I think he realized that there was something wrong with my offer. Dad, you know I cant drive your car, he finally said. You and Mom wouldnt let me drive even if you gave me the keys. Why cant you drive the car, Kavan? Youre almost as tall as your Mother, I asked, letting a little edge of harshness into my voice. Cause thats a grown up thing, Dad. Im just a kid. Im not old enough to drive yet. Ive been teaching you a little, Kavan. You want to learn. Why cant you drive yet? Kavan knew I was mad at him. Arial knew they were in trouble. The tears were beginning to slide down her cheeks and her eyes were already red. I dont know, Dad. Why are you mad at me? Im mad because youve been doing something wrong. This time, Arial did something wrong too. I suppose they were both unsure of what it was theyd done wrong. Are you going to sneak around behind my back and drive my car, Kavan? I never hide the keys. I even ask you to help find them when I misplace them. No, Dad, I hope when Im old enough youll teach me to drive. Not just old enough, Kavan, responsible enough too. Luke knows he can drive my car with you kids in it. He doesnt have to sneak around to drive my car. No, Dad, he doesnt. But I dont either. I havent been sneaking around driving your car. What have you been sneaking around and doing, Kavan? I asked, and I could see that he knew what I was getting at. He was on the verge of crying now. He choked, trying to find the words to admit it. When he finally did, I was proud of my son. Ive been sneaking around watching Luke and Rachael have sex, Dad. And watching you and Mom when you do it, especially when you do it with them. The tears were rolling down his cheeks now. Your mother and I dont let you watch us because we dont think youre old enough yet, son. Youre not able to be responsible with sex, just like youre not old enough to be responsible with driving. Weve always tried to be open and honest with you kids. We tell you what we do. We answer all your questions. As you get older and can handle more responsibility, well help you learn more about sex. Im not sure how but we will. Kavan and Arial were both crying openly now. Siobhans motherly instincts made her start toward them. I said wait to her and she stopped. Kavan, you havent done anything wrong by wanting to learn about sex. Youve done something wrong by not being honest with us. If you wanted to watch Luke and Rachael have sex, did you ever think of just asking them if you could watch? No, Dad, they wouldnt - they wouldnt let - they just wouldnt. He was almost sobbing, trying to get the words out. If you ask your mother and me for something, we may tell you no. Maybe we dont think youre grown up enough to be responsible. You cant be responsible for driving a car. Can you ask a man and a woman to let you watch them have sex? If they say no, because they dont think youre old enough, can you accept their decision? Kavan was looking at me now with real pain on his face. It was all I could do to keep from wrapping my arms around my son. Kavan, your Mom and I and Kerry are going back downstairs now. I want you and Arial to stay up here with Luke and Rachael. Some day I hope theyre parents of children like you three. Theyll have to decide how to deal with their childrens interest in sex. After were gone, I want you and Arial to talk with Luke and Rachael. Ask them if you can watch the next time they make love. If they say no, come downstairs. They came up here to have a quickie. Ask them what that is. Your Mom and I had one downstairs in the basement just after you came upstairs. If they want to finish what they started and let you stay, itll be fine with us. Im sorry, Dad, he sobbed. I dont understand all this. I wish Id stayed home this weekend. No, Kavan, youre part of us, part of this family, we want you here with us. We want you to be honest with us. No sneaking around. If you want something, ask. If we say no, thats the end of it for a while. I think youll find well say yes more often than you think. Siobhan took one of Kerrys hands and I took the other. We went downstairs, leaving Kavan and Arial with Luke and Rachael. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twelve As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Grandpa Stuart, 64; Grandma Stuart, 62 Alan Stuart, 39; Marissa Stuart, 37; Geoffrey (Jeff) Stuart, 14; Gillian Stuart, 13; Glynnis Stuart, 10; Jan, 14, Jeffs girlfriend Kara (Stuart) Russo, 37; Matteo Russo, 37; Alisa Russo, 15; Gianni (Johnnie) Russo, 13 Kieran Stuart, 34, 27 in flashback; Siobhan Stuart, 33, 26 in flashback; Kavan Stuart, 7; Arial Stuart, 6; Kerry Stuart, 2 TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart <><><> (KIERAN) Siobhan was standing at the kitchen sink looking out the window when I came in from work on Friday afternoon. The kitchen door to the back yard was open and I could hear the kids playing. She turned and looked at me and gave me a welcoming smile. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and buried my face in her hair. I took a couple of deep breaths and pulled her against me. I was home. Did you call your brother and sister? she asked. Uh huh, I grunted. What did they say? I pulled my face back, still holding her, and we both watched the kids. Kerry was digging a hole in the dirt with a spoon and Kavan and Arial were squatted down watching him. They were all three barefooted and dressed in knit shirts and shorts. Its all arranged, I said. In about two weeks, the twenty-seventh of May, were all going to the cabin. Alans already invited Mom and Dad and theyre coming too. We can celebrate Arials birthday with them even if its a week late. I hope the weathers good. Kavan and Arial are already asking me when theyre going to be able to go skinny-dipping. Do you think itll be warm enough then? Sure. The creek water may be a little cold but Ill bet the temperature will be in the eighties during the afternoon. We may freeze our butts off if we get in the creek but itll be nice to lie around in the sun. Do you think your mother and father are going to go skinny-dipping too? Did Alan make sure they know all the grandkids will do it and I guess we will too? Are they going to be OK with it? Im pretty sure Dad will. He may even get in the creek with the rest of us. I dont know about Mom. Im betting shell go naked when the grandkids start begging her. I dont think shell get in the creek through. If were all there, thatll be how many sixteen? Ill call Marissa and Kara and well get the groceries. Think about what you might like and let me know. Anything will be OK with me. We should do a cookout on the deck on Saturday night and then cook Sunday lunch or dinner, as my Mom always calls it indoors. Just get the usual stuff. And its going to be seventeen there. Oh, who else? Jeffs got a girlfriend. Her names Jan. Shes fourteen too. He wants to bring her with him. Has she been to the cabin with Alan and Marissa and their kids before? No. Marissa said shes talked to them about it. She knows we all may go skinny-dipping or get naked and play. She says shell be OK with it. I dont know about that. If Jeffs not used to seeing her naked, he may run around with a hard-on even more than he does now. Damn, last fall it looked like it was hard all the time. I wish I was fourteen again. Kieran, yours is hard often enough. Just dont go getting a hard-on when you see Jan. I cant promise. Marissa said shes a little sexpot. Shes got poor Jeff in heat already. Nah, thats wrong. Shes the one whos in heat; Jeffs just sniffing at her pheromones. Puppy loves a good name for it, isnt it? Yeah, I suppose so. Would you like to put on some shorts and go play with the kids? Ill finish supper, as your mother calls it. OK. Did you get me any beer when you went shopping? Yes. The kind you like. Ill get you one while you change. <><><> After supper, we played with the kids in the back yard. Springs warmth was already turning into summers heat and we were all hot and sweaty when we went in the house. I asked Kavan and Arial if they wanted to bathe in the tub with Kerry and got two nos. When I asked what they wanted, Kavan wanted to bathe with Siobhan and Arial wanted to bathe with me. Kerry didnt answer but I knew he didnt care whether he bathed or not. We ended up with me in the shower with Arial and Siobhan in the tub with Kavan and Kerry. I squatted and shampooed and rinsed Arials hair first. I had to stand for a minute while my legs recovered so we played under the warm shower water. She kept looking at my dick but she didnt try to grab it the way she usually does. I squatted and scrubbed her all over and decided showers werent made for squatting. I asked her if she could dry herself but she wanted me to do it. I let her stay while I washed myself. She watched intently as usual when I pulled back my foreskin and washed the head of my dick. She always seemed fascinated by the way boys were made. When I turned off the shower and we got out, Siobhan and the boys were still in the tub and they were clean. I picked up Kerry and stood him on a towel. Kavan crawled out and Siobhan followed him. We dried three kids and sent them on their way and then stood smiling at each other while we toweled off. We found them on the couch in the living room. Kavan already had a book and was reading to the other two. Kerry wasnt standing on his head for a change; he was actually sitting beside Kavan listening to the story. Siobhan went in the kitchen and I sat and listened while Kavan read to the other two. I was amazed as always by his vocabulary. When Arial took her turn at reading, I was amazed at hers. I knew they expected one of us to read to them too and I wondered what book theyd picked tonight. It turned out to be an easy one so I read it to them. Later, when they were finally in bed and quiet, I decided it was time to tell Siobhan the news from work the good and the bad. Ive got some good news and some bad news about work, I said. Which do you want first? She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I knew she could read me like a book and she knew the bad news wasnt that bad. The good news, she said. Bridges may be getting a promotion. If he does, hell have to relocate. Is that good news, she asked. I know hes a little hard to work for but I thought you liked him. I do. I like him and I respect him. He knows it. The companys opening a division in the mid-West. Hes been asked if he wants to head it. Itll be about a year or so if he accepts the job. Hell still live here but hell have to spend a lot of time there until they get all the construction done. She looked at me intently. I knew she knew there was more to it. If he takes the job, I may get his position here. Oh? Yeah, he wants me to have it. He says he cant guarantee it but he says hell recommend it and the company will probably give it to me. When hes away temporarily, he and I will have to work together but Ill be in charge of the division. Do you want it? Yeah, I can handle it. It means a very nice increase in salary. Whats the bad news? Hes screwing me again. In the ass and its a royal screwing. Hes given me another god damn project thats under deadline and itll cost millions if its not done in time. She looked at me intently. Kieran, do you remember the first time you said Mr. Bridges was screwing you? It didnt take much thinking. I remembered. Yeah, I remember. That was a deadline job too and we were too damn short of help. And the second? The third? I remembered. I knew there was a pattern over the years Id been working with Bridges periods of relative calm when Id been able to do good work and enjoy it and then episodes of insanity when he gave me something that had to be done under deadline. Id always delivered and hed always recognized and rewarded my efforts. Do you remember what you did to me after the first one, she asked. I think there was somebody else who got screwed in the ass. I looked at her and she was smiling at me. I couldnt help but smile too. I remembered it only too well. It was in our first year of marriage while she was still working too and we were just beginning to think of having kids. <><><> The week at work had been hard and frustrating. When we met at the car, to come home, Id asked her to drive each time. I had been tired each night, with little inclination to do anything but watch television. She understood my mood and left me alone, waiting for me to get over it. On Friday, she called me in the early afternoon and suggested that we go out to dinner. I almost refused but, then, ashamed of my mood and understanding what she was trying to do, I agreed. We had both been wanting to try a new Italian restaurant we had found, a small Mom-and-Pop-type place which had a reputation for good food. I was late meeting her after work but she only smiled when I finally got to the car. She talked and laughed about her day. I hardly said a word. The meal was unbelievably good and we both ate until we were too stuffed to touch another bite. With dinner we had a bottle of wine and I drank too much of it. I began to feel the dark edges of my mood disappear. When we left the restaurant to go home, she suggested that she should drive. I was glad to give her the keys. As she took off her clothes, she carefully hung her dress on a hanger. I watched as she took off her bra and panties and dropped them near the bathroom door. She ran her hands over her breasts and hips and then stretched, on tiptoe, her long legs apart, arms held high and spread wide. I wondered whether this was a calculated effort at seducing me or maybe of just getting me out of what she called my mean bastard mood. When she bent over to pick up her underclothes, her ass was turned toward me, and her legs were parted just enough to give me a teasing view. She wasnt bashful when she was naked with me but this was an unexpected treat. As always I was struck by the beauty of her ass. Her buttocks were perfectly shaped, soft, and without any trace of excess fat. The skin was wonderfully smooth and unblemished. I had looked more than once for some imperfection, some mole, or scar, but there was nothing to mar the beauty of her ass. The perfect crease between her buttocks widened out into a darker shadowed area below. Through her legs, I could see the red hairs that covered her Mound of Venus. The crease of her cunt was hidden in shadows. She lingered, bent over, longer than necessary to pick up her underclothes. I wondered again if it was deliberate temptation on her part. In the depths of my mood an idea came to me of something I might do to her. It was something Id never tried before. I smiled to myself. What would she say if I asked? I stripped off too, tossed my clothes aside, and slouched down in the one soft chair in the bedroom. I stretched my legs out in front of me and scratched a non-existent itch on my scrotum. I suppose it was a deliberate move to draw her attention toward me. My cock was distended but soft, resting on my balls. I stroked it gently with my fingertips, pulling my foreskin back, while I watched her. I wondered again how she would react if I asked her to do what was in my mind. She was still moving around completely naked, brushing her hair, taking off her makeup, and pretending not to notice me. I sat watching her every move. Finally, she glanced toward me and asked what I was thinking about. "You don't want to know," I answered. "Are you beginning to keep secrets from me?" she asked. "Sometimes I think about things you wouldn't like." "How do you know I wouldn't like it? Haven't I always been open minded? Youre talking about sex, arent you? "I wonder how open minded you really are. I guess we've done almost everything to each other. But there's one thing I've never tried." "Almost? One thing?" She posed the question and then waited for me to say what was on my mind. I closed my eyes. I didnt want to see her response. "I want to tie you to the bed and fuck you in the ass," I said. I waited, my eyes still closed, for her response. I could hear her moving around but she didnt say anything. When I opened my eyes, she had left the room. The door to the bathroom was closed. I remembered an erotic movie Id bought before we were married. It was one Id used to get a few of my clients for Clair DeLand in the mood. It had always worked with them. Siobhan and Id watched it once or twice together and she thought it was hilarious sexy as hell but still hilarious. I got it out of the closet and put it in the VCR. Siobhan had never been averse to watching erotic movies with me. We didnt do it often but we both enjoyed the ones which were erotic, not pornographic. She seemed genuinely turned on by the ones that portrayed sex in a loving, caring situation. This one was the story of three teen-agers, twin brothers and a girl, all virgins, marooned by an improbable shipwreck a sailing ship - on the tropical paradise of an uninhabited island. The plot was ridiculous and the kids couldnt act but they quite evidently enjoyed the fucking they did. I turned out all the lights in the bedroom and returned to the chair. I sat with my legs outstretched and spread and played with my cock while I waited for Siobhan to return. I could hear her doing something in the bathroom and then, a little later, splashing in the shower. After a few minutes, she came back into the bedroom, still nude, warm and damp and rosy looking from the shower. She stood watching me while she dried off. She was smiling at me and I knew she was trying to love me into a good mood. "Youre been back on your mean-bastard streak lately, did you know that? It's not so bad I can't love you but you ought to try to get off it." "I'll admit it, I said. Shit. Its natural to be this way sometimes. Bridges still seems intent on screwing me and I have to deal with a couple of incompetent idiots. Whats Mr. Bridges done now? Hes piled another project on me. Its a god damn plant design thing with a deadline and he hasnt given me enough help to work on it. Kieran, the last time he piled something on you, you did it and got a bonus and a raise out of it. He appreciates what you do. Well, why do I feel like Im being screwed then? "Don't whine. From my viewpoint, you're pretty damned good at screwing others too. She noticed the empty box for the movie lying on the bed and picked it up. Is this the shipwreck movie? I love that title Virgins in Paradise. Yeah, I wanted to see somebody else get screwed. Well, go ahead and start it. I think its cute. Cute? I started it and looked up at her again. She was still smiling and I saw something in her eyes that looked promising. Shed evidently worn a shower cap because her hair was dry and she was brushing it. With her arms raised like that, her breasts were the most perfect Id ever seen. Her strawberry nipples were already standing up a little. Maybe they were promising too. She stuck her tongue out at me and then gave her crimson pubic hair a few quick teasing strokes with the brush. She sat down on the foot of the bed and I started the videocassette. The movie began with the shipwreck and before the credits were over, the brothers and the girl, the only survivors, were swimming ashore onto the island. The simple plot, what little there was, was soon revealed: which of the twin boys was going to get the girl. Their clothing gradually disappeared in each step of the introduction, until all three wore little more than scraps of cloth. The conflict was soon resolved by the girl, who decided that either the brothers would share her or neither would have her. Siobhan sat on the end of the bed, still brushing her hair, and we both watched in silence. Occasionally I caught her looking at what I was doing with my dick. Id brought it to full erection by slowly stoking it and thinking of what I might do with her. After a few minutes, I asked again, "How about it?" She turned and looked at me, not smiling this time. "You do want to hurt me, don't you? Giving me a little mental and physical pain - does that turn you on?" "Sure, it does. I'll bet it turns you on too. Dont all women like the idea of a man fucking then against their will - you know, making them do things they pretend not to like." "You want to make me out to be the bitch, don't you?" she responded angrily. "Can't you understand I'm scared of letting you do that? Why do you want to put that big dick of yours where ones never been anyway? I don't think Id enjoy that kind of sex." This time I smiled at her, feeling, for the first time this night, that I might be successful. "Let's drop it, I said, unless you decide you want to do it too." On the television screen, the young girl was about to resolve the problem of which of the twin brothers would fuck her first. She made them walk around her in a circle while she stood still in the center with eyes shut. When she reached out, the one she touched would have her first. Siobhan stopped brushing her hair, engrossed in the story. The choice was quickly made and all three stood naked, looking at each other. The brothers were identical twins in all respects. Even though they were slim and youthful-looking enough to be in their mid teens, they had the larger-than-normal cocks typical in erotic movies. Each had a long tapering dick with a pronounced upward curve. The young girl had small budding breasts and only a few curls of pubic hair. Within minutes she was no longer a virgin. We both watched as she took care of two cocks at once, one in her cunt and the other in her mouth. When the brothers traded places, Siobhan stood up. "Stop the tape for a minute, please." She walked over to me, standing above me, and watched as I stroked my cock. After a minute or so, she knelt, moved my hand away, and started to play with my cock and balls. When she leaned over and took the head of my cock in her mouth, I stretched out more and closed my eyes. Abruptly, she bit down with her teeth, just behind the head of my cock, hard enough to make me sit up and pull away from her. Damn, it hurt. Before I could say anything, she was gone. I held my cock and looked for signs of injury. It still ached but I decided the only thing hurt was my passion. I heard her opening drawers in the bathroom and wondered what she was looking for. Early in our relationship, I learned a little about how to deal with her. We had occasional problems when I tried to force my way and to do what I wanted in spite of how she felt. I knew if I pushed too hard she would withdraw, would stop talking to me, and would usually refuse to cooperate. If I outwardly let her have her way, she would more often than not end up letting me do what I wanted. I had occasionally tried to get her to let me tie her to the bed and explore a little of the kinky side of sex. I had even made two ties out of scraps out of some red velvet material she had used. She always refused. Whenever I brought it up, she was usually cool to me for a day or two after. She came back from the bathroom with a jar of petroleum jelly. "Im going to let you do it, damn you. You can tie me down on my back and then play the rest of the movie for me. You can use your fingers and hands and mouth and tongue on me. Get me as hot as you can. When you think I'm ready, use your finger to lubricate my ass with this stuff. Then you can grease your big cock with it and see if you can shove it up my ass. I'm going to watch the movie while you do it." I turned down the blanket and sheet on the bed and tied the red velvet straps around the two head-posts, leaving two loose loops in the straps. As I restarted the video she looked at the bed and I guessed she was puzzled about what I wanted her to do. "It's a game." I said. "You put the loops of the straps around your wrists and then hold the loops closed with your hands. As long as you hold tight, you can't get your hands free. As long as you hold the loops, I can do whatever I want to you. If you turn loose of the loops and touch me with your hands, Ill stop." On the bed, fresh from the bath, she was a feast to behold, all red and rose: red hair on the pillow, red straps around her wrists, rose-colored nipples on her breasts and red patch of hair on the mound between her thighs. I straddled her with my erect cock pressed against her belly and started kissing her. I knew she loved this and would join me with open-mouthed kisses for as long as I wanted to play. After a few minutes I moved to her breasts, sucking, licking, and trying to see how much I could get in my mouth. A few minutes more and I moved down to her navel, drilling it with my tongue. Finally, when I moved down between her legs, she opened them to let my mouth explore her and I licked the little lips open. When I felt her squirm I stopped abruptly. Before she could protest, I moved upward, still straddling her body, until I was astride her breasts. My balls were only inches from her chin and my cock was stretched out over her face. I wrapped my left hand in her hair and held her head still. With my right hand, I began to stroke my cock. She watched silently, still holding the straps. I pulled back on my foreskin and then squeezed downward, bringing out one oozing drop. I caught the drop on my finger and rubbed it slowly over her lips. Still holding her, I resumed slowly stroking my cock, letting her watch. I wanted her to wonder if I was going to come there, in her face, making her be submissive. Would she turn loose of the straps before I could do it? I grinned at the inner turmoil I hoped she felt. Finally, I decided that she was going to let me reach orgasm that way and that shed accept whatever game I wanted to play. So I changed the game. I moved back downward on the bed, pulled her legs upward, and spread them. When I guided the head of my cock into her, I found nothing but hot, wet acceptance. I pulled her legs over my back and then rested my weight on her with my face buried in her shoulder. I reached back to curl both hands around her buttocks and spread her ass and cunt wide with my fingertips. At last, I began to give her the kind of long hard strokes I always loved, burying my cock so deep I felt like my flesh was joined with hers. I skirted dangerously close to coming more than once but I managed to hold back. I wanted her to come first. I shoved my cock into her to the hilt again and again, making her moan each time it reached her depths. With my fingertips on both hands, I played with the lips to her cunt, holding her wide open, attacking almost viciously. Finally I reached out to the table beside the bed and stuck my index finger into the Vaseline. I curled one hand around her ass and felt for the puckered opening of her asshole. With my fingertip, I began to stroke her there. I could feel her tighten on my cock as she tensed her muscles against my intrusion into her rear. I was determined. I stopped thrusting with my cock, left it buried in her, and began pressing the attack with my fingertip into her asshole. I stroked and pressed, again and again, teasing her to yield. Finally she gave in, relaxed, and my fingertip slid into the tight opening. Almost immediately, the contractions of her orgasm began to squeeze and relax around the shaft of my cock. I pushed my cock into her even harder, to press on her clitoris, while I fucked her with my finger in the rear. I could feel her orgasm cresting like a series of high waves rolling over her, sweeping back, and then fading away lower and lower. I knew I could keep her in a high-level state of arousal, even after she had an orgasm, if I kept at her. I started again with her mouth, pushed my tongue against her lips until she opened them, and fucked her with my tongue. She responded by biting at me and trying to suck my tongue into her mouth. I slowly withdrew my still erect cock from her and moved downward to her breasts. The nipples were soft now and her breasts were flushed and red from rubbing against my chest. I sucked both nipples back to erection, giving them the long, slow, gentle attention she loved at this stage. Then, to keep her guessing about what I might do next, I moved upward on her again, until I was straddling her just below her breasts. I held them from both sides and pushed them together while I slid the head of my cock, still slippery from her cunt, into the tight softness. She bent her neck downward to watch but still held onto the straps. I stroked slowly in and out, just enough so that the head of my cock slid out of her cleavage, almost under her chin. I deliberately accelerated my strokes just fast enough to make her wonder if I was going to come between her breasts. Then I changed the game again. This time, I slid quickly downward and pulled her legs wide apart with my hands. She protested but still held onto the straps. I sought out the tender flesh just where her vaginal lips began to part, and began to circle around her clitoris with my tongue. I tried to keep my touch as light as possible, teasing and licking and tasting the musk of her secretions. I knew shed let me lick her like this for an almost indefinite period. Finally I had all I could take and I knew I was going to come either in her or out of her. I knelt between her outstretched legs and lifted her hips to put a pillow under her. Next I lifted her legs high, put her ankles on my shoulders, and bent her almost in half. I looked down at her cunt, wet and open, and her asshole, a closed rosy pucker. I decided to tease her for one more minute. My cock was already slippery with my own lubrication and hers but I dipped a finger in the Vaseline again and wiped a big glob between her ass cheeks. I held her legs with my left hand and pushed one finger on my right hand into the tight pucker and slid it in and out and around and around. I slid in my first two fingers and she groaned. I watched her face. Her eyes were closed and I couldnt tell what she was feeling but it certainly didnt look like I was hurting her. I pulled my fingers out of her asshole, moved closer to her exposed rear, and positioned the head of my cock an inch away from her rear opening. I stopped and waited. I didnt know what I wanted to do. Siobhan opened her eyes and looked at me. The question was evident from the expression on her face what are you waiting for? At the last moment I wondered whether I had a real desire to fuck her in the ass or simply to taunt her with the possibility. Damn, I loved her. I didnt want to hurt her. I wanted to fuck her in every way I could. She still held the straps and I wondered whether she wanted it. I leaned forward with the head of my cock pointed at her pink pucker. At the last instant, I decided it was her cunt I wanted and so I moved the head of my cock upward only an inch or two and slid it into her cunt in one long stroke. It took only two or three strokes before I began to come, pouring my semen into her in one strong contraction after another. I collapsed on top of her and her legs fell from my shoulders and wrapped around mine. When it was all finished, I realized that her arms were wrapped around me, her hands were on my back, her legs were locked around my ass, and she was holding me tight against her. "Why didn't you do it?" she asked, a few minutes later. We were curled up together, quiet, relaxing in the after-glow. "I dont know. A number of reasons, I guess. The main ones simple. I love you. I don't want to do anything to hurt you." "I believe you. Why did you want to do it in the first place?" "Who knows? It's the only way I've never possessed you. When we're making love every cell in me wants to penetrate you and release my life inside you. I guess, if were possible, I'd open your cunt with my tongue and then slide my head in, then my shoulders, until I was in waist-deep, and then I'd give a few kicks and be completely inside you. I'd pry open your cervix and swim up into your womb and stay there until you gave birth to me as your son." "And I could nurse you until you were a man again," she whispered and pulled my head toward her breasts. A few minutes later, I tried again to explain why I had wanted it. "Its also taboo, something unnatural. It's a sterile act, something condemned by religions. Were all tempted to do something proscribed simply because its forbidden." "Give me the remote control," she said. "There's one scene I want to show you in the movie. You missed it while your face was buried in my shoulder." She rewound the cassette part way, stopped it for a brief scene, and then fast-forwarded it until she found the part she was looking for. The three teen-agers were nude, sprawled on the beach of a sheltered cove. Between enormous boulders, I could see the emerald-green seawater surging in and then retreating. The sun was shining brightly but the area where they lay was partly shaded by palm fronds. One of the boys lay on his back with his erect cock curving up almost to his navel. The girl straddled him and quickly guided his cock into her cunt. The camera moved from a side view to one directly between their legs, showing his cock stretching the lips of her cunt wide, with a little dark pucker just above. Then the camera moved back to the side again. The other boy knelt between the outspread legs of the other two, held his cock downward, and began to probe between the ass-cheeks of the girl. The camera moved again and this time, I could see between the thighs of the boy on the bottom, his balls hanging down between his legs, part of the shaft of his cock, the rest hidden between the lips of the girl's cunt, the thighs and plump ass-cheeks of the girl, and finally, the thighs of the other boy, the head of his cock pressed against the girl's asshole. As we watched, the boy on top pushed and the head of his cock disappeared in her ass. He pulled out and renewed the attack, pushing deeper this time. Then both boys began to move at the same time, the one on bottom pushing in, and the other withdrawing. Quickly, they synchronized their movements, one in, one out, each leaving only the head of his cock inside, quick flashes of two white shafts alternately revealed. The camera held its steady view for a minute or two. The double fucking was almost mesmerizing. Gradually, I could see the balls of the bottom boy draw up to the base of his cock and he pushed in as deeply as possible and stopped. Just as quickly, the boy on top did the same, pushing in until only his balls, also tight up against the shaft of his cock, were seen. The image was so powerful I could almost feel their simultaneous orgasm and I wondered if the girl had climaxed too. As the closing credits appeared, Siobhan stopped the movie. "I want you to understand something," Siobhan said. "I have feelings just like yours, except that mine are to be penetrated and to feel you come inside of me. I get so hungry for your cock inside me sometimes that it's almost a physical pain. And I want to feel your semen squirting into me too. I don't even need to have an orgasm every time to be satisfied when I know you've filled my cunt with your semen. I want to be possessed, just as you want to possess me. I want to be penetrated and filled, just as you want to pour it into me. Just when you chose my cunt instead of my ass, the scene at the end of the movie began." "How did you like it? "After we rest a little longer, I'm going to get a warm wash cloth and wash your cock for you. Then I'm going to tease it back into a really hard erection. Im going to suck it until you warn me to stop. Im going to suck the sperm out of your balls and up into your prostate until youve got another big load. Then Im going to coat your cock with Vaseline. I'm going to get back in the bed on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air. Youre going to use your fingers to grease up my asshole. This time, you're going to choose it, not because you want it, but because I want it. I want to feel it as deep inside me as possible. I want you to do it so slowly and gently that it won't hurt in the least and I'll enjoy in as much as you do. I want you to leave as big a load in my ass as you did in my cunt. If wed rested much longer I might have fallen asleep. I wanted it but at the same time I didnt care whether I got it or not. I still couldnt make up my mind whether Id do it or not. Siobhan went to the bathroom and I listened to the water running and splashing in the sink. I rose up and looked and I could see her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She seemed to be washing between her legs. She saw me looking and stuck out her tongue at me. When she came back, she had a washcloth and a couple of towels and she lovingly wiped off my cock and balls. Then she proceeded to do what shed said she would she sucked the sperm out of my balls. At least thats what it felt like. I shut my eyes and gave in to what she was doing. She knew I loved it when I could completely relax and let her do all the work, as she called it. I dont know whether I had another big load but I certainly had another rigid hard-on. She straightened up, looked at my cock, squeezed it a couple of times, and was evidently satisfied with what shed aroused. She stuck her fingers in the Vaseline and greased my cock from the head down to my balls. She looked up at me. OK, are you ready? I nodded. She got back on the bed, on her hands and knees, and put her head down on the pillow. Then grease me up and do it, she said. I scooped up a big glob of Vaseline on two fingers and then looked at where I was going to put it. She looked clean and fresh and I knew shed washed herself back there too. I was slow and careful in getting her ready. I smeared the stuff all around the pink opening and then began to stroke and press with one finger. It didnt take long for me to get it inside her. She was hot and tight and I wondered again what sort of insanity was making me want to do it. She groaned when I pushed two fingers in her but she didnt complain when I worked them in and out. I got behind her on my knees and moved into position. I held her hip with my left hand and my cock in my right. I took a couple of deep breaths, leaned forward slightly, and pushed the head against her sphincter. Nothing happened. I pushed again. Again nothing. I pushed again, steady pressure this time, and her asshole opened to me and the head of my cock slid in her. Damn, Kieran, she groaned, that hurts. I pulled back and the head of my dick slid out of her. I didnt say take it out. I dont want to hurt you. Just put it back in and let me get used to it. I pushed it back into her and waited. She didnt say anything. I pushed just a little more and my cock slid in a little more. She still didnt say anything. Are you OK? I asked. Yeah, its OK. Just hold still for a minute. It took a few minutes but I eventually got my cock inside her. She kept groaning but it wasnt the kind of groan she makes when shes hurting. I stopped when my thighs were against her hips. Are you still OK? I asked. Yeah, but youre about to split me wide open. Ill swear its twice as big in my ass as it is in my cunt. I didnt say anything. I pulled back slightly and eased forward again. She didnt complain so I kept doing it. After a minute or so, she seemed to relax and I kept sliding my dick in and out. She stopped groaning and I kept fucking her. Kieran, can you stop a minute. I stopped and waited. I want to turn over. Do you think you can do it that way? Yeah, I thought I could. I pulled out of her. She rolled over, caught her legs behind her knees, and pulled upward until her cunt and asshole were both ready for me. I knew I couldnt choose cunt this time. I leaned forward and positioned my cock against her asshole and pushed until the head of my cock slid in. I looked up at her. Her face was contorted but it didnt look like she was in pain. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. She smiled and winked at me. I watched her face while I slowly pushed, retreated, pushed deeper, retreated, until my dick was inside her and my balls were against her buttocks. Finally, I lowered myself on top of her and her arms and legs wrapped around me and I began to give it to her in slow gentle strokes. When she tried to push her hand between my stomach and hers, I pulled back to let her have access. I knew she was going to help herself to come. I didnt mind. I was going to help myself too. She came first and I could feel her contractions even if my dick wasnt in its usual place. Maybe thats what triggered my orgasm. I came just a little later and gave her the big load shed sucked out of my balls. Afterward, we lay together in bed in our favorite position. I was spooned up against her back with my right leg over her left one and my right hand on her left breast. Her hair was tickling my face as usual. Are you OK? I asked. Yes, Love. Did I hurt you? No, Im fine. You sure? Youre not trying to fool me. I said Im OK, Kieran. I may be sore tomorrow but you didnt really hurt me. Did you like it? Yes. No. I dont know. Its different. I pressed my still-swollen cock along the crack of her ass. Want to do it again? Sure. Aaawww, come on. You dont mean it. Sure I do, if youll do something for me first. What? Get us a dildo at least as big as your cock. What for? I didnt think you ever wanted something like that. I dont, silly. Its not for me. Its for you. Huh? I dont want it. Well see. What do you mean? When you get one, Im going to grease your asshole and shove it up you. When you tell me you like it, Ill let you shove your dick up my asshole again. Oh, fuck, Siobhan. If you didnt like me fucking you in the ass, just say so. I liked it, my love. You can do it again in a few years. Now shut up and go to sleep. <><><> We were close together in bed after watching the old video again. It had been years since Id seen it. It was still just as ridiculous as I remembered it but the kids fucking were still just as enthusiastic as ever. I dont know whether it was the movie that gave me an aching hard-on or it was Siobhans soft hand. I loved it when she put her head on my shoulder with that wild hair in my face and played with my dick as we watched. I think she loved it when we changed positions and I put my head on her breasts and one finger in her pussy. It was hard to watch when I had her nipple in my mouth. Either my finger or the movie gave her a wet and drooling cunt. I didnt care which it was. Did Arial play with your dick when you were in the shower with her? Siobhan asked out of the blue. Id been thinking of something else. Huh? I asked if Arial played with your dick in the shower. You seem awfully horny tonight. I cant imagine whats causing it. Well, did you play with Kavans dick? Your pussys awfully hot and wet tonight. No but he did ask me if Id let him see my hole. Your hole? Yes, I told you I caught him and Arial fooling around once. Well, they were at it again the other afternoon. They were looking at the sex book with the cut-away drawing. He still cant believe a womans got a hole down there big enough for a man to put his dick in it. Did you show him? No, I dont think Im quite ready for that. Whats sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose. I had to stop and think about whether Id said it right. I guess she did too. What does that mean? she asked. Well, when we spent the weekend at that place last fall, you know, in the tobacco barn, you made me turn over and show them what my dick is like when its hard. I think its time you showed them the hole Ive been putting in all these years. Its big enough, isnt it? Yes, Kieran, its big enough. After three kids, its more than big enough. Aaawww, come on, Siobhan, its just as good a fit now as it was the first time I tried it out. Im glad you think so. Do you really think I should let Kavan look at me, you know, see what my cunts like when its open and exposed? You dont mind me looking, do you? Its beautiful. I love it. Im glad. Youve certainly had your face down there enough. Yeah, well, most of the time my eyes are closed. Do you think that little girl in the movie really loved having that boys dick up her ass? One minute shes supposed to be a virgin and the next shes got one big dick in her ass and another in her cunt. Well, did you enjoy it the time you let me do it to you? I asked. I told you. It was OK. Why havent you ever asked me to let you do it again? Because you told me I had to get a big dildo and let you shove it up my ass first. Then youd let me do you again. Well, youve always been the one who believed women should be able to enjoy everything as much as men. If I can enjoy a big dick up my ass, maybe youd enjoy a big dildo up yours. Well, maybe in a few more years, Ill let you do it. Is it OK if I just do it the plain old-fashioned way tonight you know, tab A in slot B, repeat until orgasm. I think that would be very nice. I think I always enjoy that. That Italian restaurants still open. If I take you back there for some good Italian food, do you think I could do it to you without you giving me the dildo? Maybe. Ill have to think about it. <><><> The weekend at the cabin with all of the Stuart family was wonderful. When we got back home on Sunday night, we were all worn out. We didnt bother with a bath for the kids when we got home since theyd played in the creek with their grandfather after lunch. They were in their beds and asleep before it turned dark outside. Siobhan and I had a quick shower and then flopped on the bed, still naked, no lights on, too tired to do anything else. Well, what do you think about the weekend? I asked. It was great, Kieran. About as perfect a weekend as Ive ever had. I love big family crowds. Your mother and father were just beaming at each other when they left. I wonder what they did in the loft bedroom Saturday night. I loved the look on their faces when we told them the bedroom up there was for the newest lovers at the cabin. Who fixed it up? I talked to Marissa and Kara. We decided wed make it special for them. Kara brought the nice sheets and pillow covers. I bought the pajamas and nightgown. Marissa did the flowers. Who put the old framed print over the bed? Ive never seen that before. What was it, anyway? The young kids running holding something over their heads, who are they supposed to be? Its an old Victorian print I saw at an antique store. I think its called The Storm. The boy and girl are supposed to be running to go somewhere before the storm. If you look at their faces, it looks like he knows hes going to make love to her and she looks like shes not sure she wants it. Well, they seemed to enjoy being treated like young lovers even if we did have to chase my mother back to bed so we could serve them breakfast in bed. I think they were almost crying when we all went up there Sunday morning, seeing their kids and spouses and grandkids standing around the big bed, and then getting a present from each family. Well, Dad told me he didnt make Mom cry Saturday night. He said she was as hot as a little teenage girl and he was up to the challenge. Thats what he said, that he was up to it? Yeah, thats the way he said it. Well, you were certainly up to it. I think you delight in making me grunt and groan and scream when Im trying to be quiet. Well, you knew I was going to make love to you. Alan and Marissa did it too. The Italian stallion did it with Kara. We all knew we were going to be doing it downstairs while Mom and Dad did it upstairs. Kieran, you know Matt doesnt like to be called the Italian stallion. His dicks no bigger than yours and Alans. What does that make you and Alan? I dont know but did you see Jeffs when he got a hard-on. I think hes going to have another Stuart dick when he grows up. Johnnys just thirteen and his is about like mine was then. Well, your mother saw Jeffs hard-on. Jan did too. I dont see why you guys had to throw him in the creek to get rid of it. That was nice Saturday afternoon, wasnt it? Everybody down there at the creek, lounging around naked, playing in the creek, grandkids naked and screaming and running wild. I knew Mom wouldnt be able to resist getting naked when all her grandkids started begging her. I saw your father standing there once looking at her and then around at everybody and he looked like the proudest man in the world. Yeah, well, I hope we can be just like that someday with our big family. You think were going to go back to the cabin someday with our kids and grandkids and do what we did this weekend? With Alans family and Karas family too? All the grandkids were all going to have? Maybe wed better build a big bunk house next to the A-frame so well have a place to sleep all these grandkids somebodys going to have. It would be nice, wouldnt it? Yeah! When can we do it again? Tonight! Kieran, dont be silly. I meant, when can we all go back to the cabin again? Oh, I thought you wanted me to do the same thing I did last night. Well, you could do that, if youre up to the challenge. Ill try. It may be hard. Itll have to be hard to try. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Sixty-Two As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 44; Siobhan Stuart, 43; Kavan Stuart, 17; Arial Stuart, 16; Kerry Stuart, 12 (Almost 13) Brad Weaver, 17; Kiki Daniels, 17; Nicole Whittaker, 15 TELLING THE STORY Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart (KIERAN) Even though it was Saturday, I awakened at daybreak, slipped on shorts and sneakers, made a pot of coffee, and walked over to the new house. I wanted to check out the work that the construction crews had done during the week. I started with the basement or utility level, inspected the living level next, and finished with the bedroom level. Everything looked good. The contractors crew had left a couple of dilapidated folding chairs on the balcony off the big bedroom. I sat there, listening to the birds, thinking about my life, and sipping my mug of coffee. I could see through the trees down to the creek and I thought of another August day when Id played there with three little kids. Theyd grown up so fast. I knew theyd soon be leaving the nest. Arials initial flight might be a short one and I wasnt sure how shed feel if I suggested it. Siobhan thought it was a wonderful idea. Kieran, where are you? It was Siobhan, calling to me from somewhere downstairs in the new house. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was a little before seven. I left the balcony and went through the big bedroom to the stairwell. Im up here, I yelled. Stay there, she answered. Ill come up. A momentary stab of panic hit me. I didnt want her coming up the temporary stairs from the living level to the bedroom level by herself. They were well-made stairs and sturdy enough but they didnt have any banisters on the sides yet and there was nothing to hold on to. One side was open all the way. I told you to stay there, I yelled. Im coming down. I can do it, she said, and I saw her start up the stairs. She had on another of her summer pregnancy outfits, a loose shift that closed with a tie and her now-routine socks and sneakers. The shift was a colorful Indonesian thing that she loved. It was perfect with her red hair. Shed brushed it but it was still a little disheveled. Damn it, Siobhan, stop! I said stay there, I yelled even louder. She looked up at me, frowning, but she stopped. I hurriedly went down the stairs to her. You dont have to yell at me, Kieran, she said. I could tell Id hurt her feelings. Emotionally, she was a little uneven occasionally especially if she was tired. I wrapped her up in my arms and held her tight. I buried my face in her wild red hair and waited for my heart to stop pounding. Im not an invalid just because Im pregnant, Kieran. It wont hurt me to walk up a flight of stairs. I pulled back and looked at her. I didnt want to tell her that Id imagined her falling. I love you, Siobhan, I said. Im glad, but I can still walk up the steps. I know. Just let me hold your hand. I made sure she was on the side of the stairs next to the wall. She had no trouble climbing the stairs. Where were you? she asked. Sitting on the balcony. Just looking. Theres a beautiful view. You have to look hard to see through the trees and find any houses on the next ridge. Is that safe? I thought you said you didnt want any of us going out there. Its OK. The railings are up now. They installed them this week. Theyre good. I tried to shake them but I couldnt budge them. I led her out on the balcony and showed her the best places to stand to see through the trees. The first or ground level of the new house was higher than the main floor of our old house. Maybe the utility level, partially sunk into the hill, was on the level of the ranch-style house where we lived. So the second, living, and the third, sleeping, levels of the new house were higher up than all of our old house. From the balcony we were looking through the tops of the deciduous trees behind the house. I knew wed have a wonderful view when the leaves fell. Are the kids up? I asked. Theyre getting up, Siobhan answered. Theyll be starting breakfast about now. I told them to make it a big one. You four guys will need it if you do what you want to today. Are you paying them to work today? No. Kavan said theyd do it just for being part of our family. Kerry said he was fine with that and Brad did too. Do you want me to give them their usual allowance? she asked. Theyre going to a movie tonight. Yeah, thats part of being a family too. Maybe we should start giving Brad one too, since hes been staying here all summer. The way he eats, maybe we should start charging him room and board, she said. I knew she was joking. He was about like family and we didnt charge our own kids for room and board. He assumed as much responsibility for housework as our own kids. With Siobhan about six-months pregnant, they did most of the housework now. There is something Kavan wants to do that Ill pay him for, I said. Its another landscaping job, for our yard. Why? Whats wrong with our yard now? He wants to replace the front lawn with ground cover. We never really use it. That way, the only grass well have to mow is around the pool area. He wants to take out some bushes that arent good ones or theyre in the wrong place. He wants to put in some good ones in the right places. He says we need to take down one tree. And you think hes right? Yep. He and Kerry want to put together a proposal and submit it to us. Theyre learning to use that landscaping CAD program Mr. Manchester gave them. With school starting up soon, do you think theyll have time to do it? It sounds like a lot of work. Sure. Hell do some of it this fall and some during the winter when everythings dormant. Has he talked to you about what theyre doing tonight? Has Kerry? No. I know theyre going to an early movie, she answered. Brad and Arial are going. Kavans taking Kiki and Kerrys taking Nicole. Thats all I know. Why? I think theyve got plans for after the movie. Nobodys talked to me about whatever it is. I just think they should. Do you want me to ask Kavan and Kerry? No. Just let it be. Ill bet Kavan will talk to me today. Youre probably right, she said. Come on. Lets go to breakfast. I held her hand coming down the stairs and I didnt see any reason to turn it loose when we walked back home. We headed for the front door of our house and saw Arial walking toward us. She saw us holding hands and smiled and went back in the house. <><><> Kavan and I were prying a large rock out of the path of the walkway we were creating. When it finally yielded and we moved it aside, he stopped and leaned on one of the pry bars hed made for us. Hed found some junk pipes that were almost impossible to bend and had flattened one end. Hed made us four great pry bars. Dad, lets stop and break for something cold, he said. Kerry and I need to talk to you. Just you and Kerry, not Brad? Nah, he knows about it but its just me and Kerry that need to talk to you. About girls or sex or both? I asked grinning at him. What else is there? he grinned back. Lets use the hose and wash off a little, I said. I think everybodys ready for a little break. We walked back up the hill to the new house and Kerry and Brad followed us. Arial was using a yard broom and sweeping off the walkway. Siobhan was sitting in the lounge chair Id brought over for her. Wed put the chair in a shady spot with the drink cooler. She had been alternately using another broom to clean the path and then sitting for a while. We had water to the new house even though the baths and kitchen werent operative. Wed hooked a hose up to an outside faucet and extended it to where we were working. Kavan had already taken his shirt off and had squirted his head a couple of times. I decided it was time for me to use the hose on my head. Have you got another of those headbands? I asked him. Yeah. Mom made me some more. Theyre with the towels. When I get to sweating, I can go through a half dozen of them. He was sweating already and the morning was still cool. I think he was determined to tackle the hardest work and spare me. It was probably a good thing because his hands were hardened more than anyone elses and his chest and shoulders and biceps were hard muscle from working at Manchesters and from lifting weights. Id stopped more than once and watched him and wondered where Id got such a son. He untied his headband, leaned over, and squirted down on the back of his head. After a minute or so, he shook his head something like a dog does and sprayed the water out of his long red hair. I decided I might as well do it too so I stripped off my shirt. There were some dry areas on it but not many. I followed his example with the hose and then used my hands to get the water out of my hair. Siobhan wanted me to let my hair grow long like the boys and Id compromised and let it grow out a little. Arial threw us towels and we wiped off. Brad and Kerry started horsing around and fighting over the hose. Brad won and then held it for Kerry to stick his head under it. They were already shirtless. Brads khaki shorts were wet with sweat around the waist. When Arial took towels and headbands to them, I surprised her and took one too. I didnt really like to use them when I sweated. I suppose I took one so Id look like the boys. I got a bottle of cold water out of the cooler and found a spot in the shade to stand. Kavan and Kerry followed me and Brad stayed with Arial and Siobhan. I sort of assumed they wanted to talk about something and Brad already knew about it. OK, whats it about? I asked. About Kiki and Nicole, Kavan answered. Yeah, and what we want to do tonight, Kerry added. Your Mom told me the six of you were going out to an early movie. We are, Kerry said. Well be in early. Nicole and Kiki both have to be home by midnight and we want to do something before then. Kavan said I ought to make sure its OK with you and Mom. Sex with Nicole? Yeah! Well, what do you want to do? Is it just you or have you talked to Nicole about it. Oh, come on, Dad, Ive talked to her. She wants to do it as much as I do, Kerry said. I told her how you and Mom are about sex, how you want us to be honest with you and how you and Mom are honest with us. We want to spend an hour or two in my room before she has to be home. She knows I want you to know what were doing. I dont want to have to sneak around and hide it like most kids. How far have you gone with her, Son? I asked, pretty sure I already knew the answer. A gentleman never talks about what he does in bed with a lady, he answered. Thats what youve taught me. Im glad youve learned that, Son, I said. But I need to know, just in general, not specifics. You understand why, dont you? He nodded, grinning at me. All the way, Dad, he said, proudly. Weve done it three times, a couple of times at her house and once in Kavans room. Have you been responsible for protecting her, Son? I asked. Have you used a condom or is she using something? Ive used a condom, Dad. I even used two when we did it twice in Kavans room. Shes thinking about getting something she can use. Son, using a condoms not as good as going without one, but its not just birth control youve got to worry about, I told him. Theres an epidemic of STDs among kids in high school and college. You can ruin your life if you start fucking around with girls you dont know. Weve talked about that a lot, Dad, Kavan said. Ive had probably a dozen girls come on to me this summer. Some of them just come right out and ask me to hook-up with them. I know what you mean, Kerry said. Its been like that with me all year. Sometimes I feel like a freak, like they want to fuck the little kid so they can brag about it around school. And if youve got any sense, you wont touch any of them with a ten-foot pole, I said. Shit, Dad, Im not going to do it with an eight-inch pole, Kavan said. Dad, do you know the difference between love and herpes? Kerry asked. I knew it was a joke but I didnt know the answer. What? Herpes is forever, he said without smiling. And if its like AIDS, we may never find a cure, I said. Even with the new vaccine, viruses have a way of mutating into something new. Its just no joking matter. I know, Dad, he said. Thats what scares me so bad. If I got genital herpes, I could give it to a girl I loved and it might really mess her up. Yeah, and it might keep her from having kids, Kavan said. That really scares me. Id like to have a good marriage with a bunch of kids like you and Mom. Me too, Kerry said. Well, I know youre not going to be celibate, I said. Youve just got to be damned careful who you fuck around with. Youve prepared us as well as anybody could, Dad, Kerry said. Well do our best to give you some good healthy grandkids. Yeah, I know you will, boys, I said. Did you change the sheets on your beds this morning? Yeah, and I cleaned my room last night, Kavan said. Kerry helped me and then I helped him. Well, its OK with me if you two want to entertain the ladies in your rooms. Anything else do you want to know? I asked. Yeah, one more thing, Kerry said. When Kavan and Kathryn started getting it on with each other, you and Mom let them do it here at home. Same thing with Brad and Arial. I know Im not as old as they were when they started but Im old enough. Would you and Mom mind if Nicole and I do it in my room once in a while? Were not going to be doing it all the time like Kavan and Kathryn did or like Arial and Brad are still doing, just once in a while. Youre not pushing her into this, are you, Son? I asked. Its her decision as much as it is yours? Yeah, and Im being responsible when we do it. We do stuff without a rubber for a while but when we make love I use one. I cant tell you not to do it, Kerry, I said. Youve started awfully young but youre being sensible about it. Allison and I didnt go as far as you and Nicole when I was thirteen but we wanted to. Ill talk to your Mom and make sure shes OK with it. Sweet little tomboy Allison, Kavan said. Im glad you told us about her. She was a real firecracker, wasnt she, Dad? Yeah, she was a cherry bomb, I said, grinning at them. Shit, thats a two pointer, Dad, Kerry said. Kavan and Kerry both raised a hand and waited. At first I didnt understand why they did it. The looked at me until I held out my hand and got two slaps. Is that all you wanted to talk about? I asked. I thought you and Kavan both wanted to talk to me. Yeah, we do, Kavan said. Were not finished. OK, what else? Youve told us you dont want us sneaking around and having sex, he said. You said if we wanted to do it, we should do it at home where were safe, not out parked somewhere. Thats right, I said. Its your home too. And I dont want you to be ashamed about what you do. You know your Mom and I do the same things and Im proud of it. Kerry and I talked about maybe skipping the movie and just staying home, Dad, just entertaining the ladies, Kavan said. We knew Kiki and Nicole had told their parents thats where we were going. It just seemed like that would make them be lying to their parents. We didnt feel right about it. Its the sneaking around part, Dad, Kerry said. Kavan and I feel like we can talk to you and Mom. Nicole hasnt said anything to her mother or father. She doesnt want them to know. Same here, Dad, Kavan said. Kiki says her mother knows what were doing but she doesnt think her father does. I told her Id talk to her father and tell him. Kerry says hell talk to Nicoles parents. The problem is they dont want us to. Were both trying to be responsible and honest and we dont want them to think were sneaking around with their daughters. We dont want their parents to get pissed at us. Yeah, Dad, hes right, Kerry said. I like Mrs. Whittaker. Ive only met her husband a couple of times and he seems like a nice guy. I dont want them to get mad at Nicole or me if they find out. I had to think about the ramifications of that for a minute or so. I didnt see any way I could give them a good answer. Boys, I dont think I can give you an answer to this one. When it comes to sex, Ive told you that you should never do anything without the other persons consent. And never do anything to hurt them, Kerry interjected. Thats where the problem is. Yeah, that too, I said. I guess it is a problem. You cant say anything unless the girls agree its OK. If you dont say anything and the parents get mad, the girls might get hurt. Yeah, but were not worried about physical hurt, Dad, Kavan said. We dont think their parents are like that. We just dont want them to be ashamed of their daughters and maybe ground them until theyre eighteen years old. Theyre not ashamed of what theyre doing. They want to do it as much as we do. Well, I guess youll have to handle it, I said. You know their parents better than I do. Tell the girls youll talk to their parents when theyre ready. That might be difficult, especially for you Kerry, but you cant even do that unless the girls agree. But we can have a little private time with them in our rooms, cant we? Kerry asked. If its what they want to do, we can do it here at home? Yeah, but it gives me a little problem with Kikis parents, I said. I hadnt told them what I was trying to do with Kikis father. Kavan sobered up and gave me a puzzled look. Why, Dad? he asked. Is it because shes mixed race? Because her mothers Japanese? I sobered up too. I hadnt even thought of that. Kavan, you know me better that, I said. Thats got nothing to do with anything. Well, what then? he asked, with maybe a touch of anger. She cant do anything about it. She didnt get to pick her parents. Son, I told you thats not the problem, I said. I just dont want to talk about it until I know what to do. Dad, youve always told us not to be prejudiced against people, he said, not willing to let it go. Are you afraid Ill end up marrying her and youll have grandbabies who are part Japanese? That hurt. I didnt want to let him get mad about something I had never even thought about. Kavan, youre heading in the wrong direction, I said, trying to think of what to do. Oh shit, I dont know to think, he said. I could think of no way to give him answers unless I told him something that Id promised not to tell to anyone. OK, Kavan, Ill tell you what the problem is, I decided. Now, will you shut up and let me tell you the way I want to? He nodded. Look, Im proud of being Irish. My grandparents were born there. My Mom and Dad are both Irish. Your mothers Irish. Im comfortable being Irish like Im comfortable living close to the mountains. I couldnt live in Florida or most of Texas. That doesnt mean I hate people from Germany or Italy or even Japan or flatland country. I try my best to be just like Ive taught you to be. Im not perfect but I try. Hes right, Kavan, Kerry finally piped up. I like being Irish but I like having Ken-chan for my best friend. Mom and Dad like him. I nodded. Kavan, the problem is that Im negotiating with Bob Daniels to come to work for Andersen Security. Thats all it is. He looked at me and I knew he was trying to think of the ramifications of that. Id been trying to think of the same thing when I told him being involved with Kiki might present a problem. You keep your mouth shut about this, I told him as sternly as I could. I told Kikis father I wouldnt talk to anybody about it. Hes ready to go back to work. You know he was a Navy captain working in the intelligence area until he retired, dont you? He nodded. Well, hes got a great resume in that area, more communication security than personnel security. Im trying to get him as a point man in that area. I want to move Andersen Security more into it because thats where the problems are. I want him but there are others who want him too. Im trying to figure out how much I can offer him. Hes trying to decide whether he ever wants to be an employee for anyone again. He thinks he can do quite well as a consultant and Id bet he can. I dont want him as a consultant. I want him as a permanent employee and hed probably be my number two man. Im sorry, Dad, Kavan said. For what, Son? I said. For thinking what I did. I guess Im getting messed up because Im still confused about how I feel about Kathryn and Kiki. OK, thats normal. Tell me more. Well, I cant help but feel like I messed up with Kathryn. I told her I wouldnt get serious about anybody else over the summer. Then I kept seeing Kiki at the pool parties and I wanted to get involved with her. At first she didnt want to have anything to do with me. I told her Kathryn and I had agreed we would date other people over the summer but we just wouldnt fall in love with anybody. When Kiki and I started dating, I thought we could keep it on a friendly basis. That didnt work. I was hot for her even before Kathryn called me and said she wasnt coming back. Then after one of the pool parties, it was like we were two magnets coming together. Shit, Kavan, thats at least two points, maybe three, Kerry said. Did you get that one, Dad? We did the hand-slapping routine again. I held out my hand this time, palm up, and then noticed Kavan had his the same way. I slapped it and then Kerry did it too. Yeah, I got it, Son, I said. But Kavans trying to be serious. Yeah, I am, Squirt, Kavan said. I keep feeling like Im not being faithful to Kathryn and I cant stay away from Kiki. I think shes attracted to me the same way. Son, youre on the rebound from Kathryn, I said. Give yourself some time. With Kathryn your paths converged but then they diverged. Lifes like that sometimes. Just be happy for what you had with her. Yeah, Dad, I know, he said. It's just that Im so fascinated with Kiki. Its like she draws me to her and I dont know what to make of her and my feelings. I didnt want to fall in love with her, not so quick anyway, but I guess Im doing it. Do you think her fathers told her about me trying to hire him? I dont think so, he said. I think shed have told me. I know she wants to stay here. She says she moved too much while he was in the Navy and she wants to stay put here, maybe for the rest of her life. Well, I think wed better get back to work, I said. Your Mother and Brad and Arial have been watching us. Well talk some more about this but, for right now, dont either of you say anything about this to anyone else, OK? I wont, Dad, Kavan said. I am sorry, Dad. No problem, Son, I said. Lets make sure its not one between us, OK? It wont be, Dad, he said. I turned to go but Kerry piped up again. Dad, he said. Wait a minute. He nodded to Kavan and then walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. Kavan put his hand on my other shoulder. We walked back up to Siobhan and Brad and Arial. I dont think I ever want to grow up, Dad, Kerry said. I understand, Kerry, I said. What time do you boys think youll start your private time tonight? The movies at six, Kavan said. We should be home by around eight-thirty. Maybe at nine well retire to our quarters. I want us all to re-assemble in the family room afterwards, I said. I want Kiki and Nicole to understand how we feel about them being with you boys. I want them to know your Mother and I are doing the same thing. What time do you think? How about eleven? Kerry asked. Is that OK? That means youll have to stop whatever youre doing about ten forty-five, Squirt, Kavan said. Girls like to have a little time to freshen up after strenuous activities. Well, I think Im going to be strenuous with Nicole, he said. And I dont want to be called Squirt anymore. Thats a kids name. From now on, I want everybody to call me Kerry all the time. I think youre right, Kerry, I said. I think its time we retired that name until we can assign it to a little boy. Have you talked to Stuart lately, Dad? Kavan asked. He says he loves the project I did for him but maybe he was just being nice to me. I liked doing it, especially working with all the guys. I think I did a good job organizing everything and Kerry was a lot of help with that. Grizzly worked the hardest of anybody. Id like to see if Mr. Manchester might hire him when he graduates. Hes not going to college. Yeah, we talk at least two or three times a week, more if we dont see each other. He says you did professional-quality work in everything. He really liked the stone benches you guys made for the patio. Hes got some more ideas and he might ask you to do some more for him when he gets it sorted out. Kerry was a lot of help to me, Dad, he said. He couldnt do most of the heaviest stuff but he kept track of stuff for me. I dont know how he does it but you know how his memory is. Every night hed type up everything Id told him during the day and Id have it for the next day. Im an elephant, Kerry said. I never forget. Yeah, and your dick looks like an elephants trunk, Kavan said. Yours does too, Kavan, I said. Just be glad I didnt have you boys circumcised. That extra foreskin is nice. Ask the girls. I already have, Dad, Kerry said. Nicole thinks its cute. I told her I could pick up a peanut with it but she didnt believe me. Were just like you, Dad, Kavan said. Does Mom think its cute? <><><> (SIOBHAN) For the first part of the morning, Arial helped the guys with the pathways they were building around the new house. She didnt fuss when I reminded her to put on her work gloves. Her hands were like mine, too soft to work with tools without protection. Most of the time, I sat in a lounge chair in the shade with my big straw hat and watched them work. When the guys stopped for a break about mid-morning, Brad joined her and they sat down in the shade with me. Kieran and the boys got drinks from the cooler and then walked a little distance down the hill. I could tell the boys wanted to talk to their father about something. I wondered what the hand slapping and laughing was about. When the guys went back to work, Arial stayed with me. Are you enjoying watching our four hunks working, Mom? she asked. Yes, its even better now that theyve got their shirts off, I said. I wonder why Kieran has a sweat-band on. He doesnt like those things. He wants to look like the boys, Mom; thats why, she said. I wish theyd take their shorts off too. Now that would really be something to watch. I agree, I answered thinking about how theyd look. Dicks all hot and heavy and swinging around. She grinned at me. Yeah, and big balls hanging down and all those muscles in their butts. Kavan and Kerry have worked like they are now, with just shorts on, at Stuarts this summer, I said. Its the first time Ive ever seen them with enough of a tan so theyve got a white stripe around the middle. I wish Brad could have worked with them. Yeah, me too, but weve enjoyed working together this summer, she said. We make a good team. Im a lot better at typing than he is but hes better at keeping all the student data organized. Theres just so much of it, well still be working most of the fall. I know youre planning on working part-time on his fathers research project after school starts, I said. You two mustnt let it interfere with your school work, Princess. Its Brads senior year; dont let him get senior-itus and start loafing. I wont, Mom, she said. Kerry has changed a lot over the summer, hasnt he? Yes. Hes proud of the muscles hes developed. He eats like a horse, just like Kavan, and he doesnt put on an ounce of fat. It all goes into muscle. Hes grown an inch too. In his bare feet, hes as tall as me now. Hes put on about ten pounds and hes bigger around too. Hes already wearing Kavans old shorts. Ive got him some bigger shorts and jeans for when he starts school. We sat and watched the guys for a while. They were all struggling with pry bars and digging with shovels to move a big boulder. They were glistening with sweat already. Would you take them some towels when they get that thing moved? I asked. Do you think theyd like dry ones or cold wet ones? I thought we might wet them in the drink cooler. Ill ask, she said. I was worried about Kerry trying to work like the older guys when they started with Stuarts job. I had a talk with Kavan. I had a talk with him too, about Kerry moving big rocks and lifting things. He told me he and Kieran had already talked to him about it. Then during the summer, whenever I brought up the subject, he told me what Kerry had been doing. It turned out the other guys watched out for him too. He said Grizzly kept an eye on him and always stepped in if he needed help. Kerry was the first one asked to use the bobcat after they found out how good he was handling it. He was Kavans right hand or maybe right brain-lobe about keeping records and notes. Kavan said hed tell him constantly during the day to remember to do something or order something and Kerry would nod and then type it up neatly when he came home. I suppose we were all worrying about him too much, she said. Hes worked well with Kavan most of the summer and it seems like theyre a lot closer now. Hell always be my little baby brother though. Princess, in a few years hes going to be as tall as Brad, maybe even taller, I said. Dont call him your little brother then. Brad had finally got a pry bar under the rock and we watched as he put all his weight on it and made the rock move. Once it started moving, Kavan got another pry bar under it while Kieran and Kerry pushed. The rock went crashing down the hillside for a minute or so. I enjoyed all the display of muscles on their arms and shoulders and backs. I suppose Arial did too. She didnt move or say anything until the rock went rolling. Then she yelled, asked them about the towels, and took then each one wet with ice water. She sat down by me again when she came back. I did something naughty one night this week, Mom, she said. With Brad? Well, yes, she said, and then paused, thinking, It wasnt really naughty, I guess, not what I did with Brad. It was what I did before with Kavan and Kerry. That sounds interesting, I said. Are you going to tell me about it? She nodded. I guess it was Tuesday. Tuesday afternoon? Was that when Kavan and Kerry went back over to Stuarts? After it rained so much on Sunday? Kavan said he needed to look over everything theyd done and see how it had handled the heavy rain. It was Tuesday, I remembered. Theyd called home and said they would probably be there most of the afternoon. Kavan had tried to build a small stone wall without mortar and the rain had cut under it and it wasnt safe. He wanted to redo it with mortar. He and Kerry had done it by themselves and had come in late, dirty, tired, and starving. I made them go out on the deck and Arial and I had fixed their plates and drinks. When we took it out to them, they were both sitting there, long legs outstretched, already naked, sweaty and dirty, but smiling at us. After theyd stuffed themselves, theyd gone downstairs to shower and then to watch a baseball game. After they left, I didnt see them again until the next morning. You and Dad went to bed early and Brad and I did too, Arial said. I dont guess we needed to make love since wed done it so much over the weekend. We showered together and then read a while and then curled up together and went to sleep. Thats not very naughty, Princess, I said. Did you do something later? Uh huh. I woke up a little after midnight and went to the bathroom to piddle. I could hear something like people talking on the TV. I went in the family room but that one was off. I opened the basement door and it was coming from there. They had left the TV on again, hadnt they? I asked. When they come in tired like that, theyll watch it for a few minutes when they go to bed and then leave it on. I guess thats what they did, she said. They were both lying there naked, sleeping. The room was warm and they didnt have anything over them. Mom, they were so beautiful! I nodded. Id seen them like that a couple of times when I went down to turn off the TV. That was before Kieran asked me not to go down the stairs at night. Kavan was on his back and he had a hard-on, she continued. I mean it was really hard. It was standing up over his stomach and his balls were drooped way down between his legs. Maybe I shouldnt have but I just stood there for a couple of minutes looking at him. I would probably have done the same thing, Arial, I said. I know hes my son but hes also a sexy young man. What was Kerry doing? Sleeping. Dead to the world. His back was to Kavan. He was on his side with one leg bent. From the foot of the bed, I could see his fanny but thats all. I wondered if he was like Kavan so I moved around to the side. His dick was big like it was starting to get hard. The way he was laying, it was down on the mattress. His balls were hanging down about like Kavans. I guess hes going to be like Dad and Kavan, isnt he? Probably. Like Stuart too, I said. Kieran seems to have passed on a certain gene to all his male offspring. Well, anyway, I couldnt take my eyes off them. Its a real turn-on, isnt it, to see them like that when theyre sleeping and their faces look so innocent and beautiful? I said. Ill bet you want back upstairs and woke up Brad, didnt you. Uh, huh, I almost raped him, she said. Well, why do you think thats so naughty? I asked. He liked it, didnt he? Yeah, he liked it. He always does. Thats not what was naughty, she said. When I was down there looking at Kavan and Kerry, I started thinking about what it would be like for one of them to wake up and pull me down in the bed and do it to me. Maybe both of them. I wanted them to do it. Do you ever think of doing stuff like that? So you went back upstairs and took it out on poor Brad, I said. Ill bet you were thinking about your brothers while you were doing it with him. Yeah. I knew it was Brad but it got all mixed up with Kavan and Kerry. I was so hot. I kept thinking about what it would be like if it was Kavan or Kerry or maybe both. I even imagined what it might be like if all three were doing something with me. Do you ever think crazy stuff like that? Yes, Princess. We all think about having sex with other people, family members, schoolteachers, people we work with. I learned to masturbate thinking about a thirteen-year-old boy I knew. We fooled around once but didnt really do anything. Ive had sex with lots of different guys in my fantasies. Its safe and it doesnt hurt anything. But do you ever think about Kavan or Kerry like that? Yes, Ive even dreamed about them fucking me. When you see Kavan the way you described him, its quite a turn-on, isnt it? If you dreamed about him later, would it surprise you? How about Brad? Do you ever think about him that way? Brad too, Princess. Hes just as sexy as Kavan. Youve got yourself a beautiful young man. Ill bet you ten to one that modeling agency will pick the two of you for their new advertising campaign. Maybe all four of you because if they dont want Kavan and Kerry too, theyre crazy. Brad and I hope they do pick us, she said. They pay big bucks. We could save a lot for college. Are you going to tell me what you did with Brad? I asked. You know you dont ever have to tell me anything if you dont want to. I hope you dont think Im bad when I tell you what Kieran and I do. Most mothers wouldnt. Most kids dont have a relationship with their parents like we do, Mom. I like it when youre honest with me and tell me stuff, no matter what it is. I like knowing you and Dad do the same things Brad and I do. Well, tell me what you did with Brad after you saw Kavan and Kerry. Our room was a little warm too and he was sleeping naked. I woke him up with a little oral sex and he just lay there, not saying a word, just letting me suck him. Sleepy sex is great, isnt it? I interrupted. I love it when Kieran and I do it like that. Me too, she said. When he was ready, he rolled me over on my back and got on top. I showed his dick where to go and then wrapped my arms and legs around him. He held me like he does sometimes, slides his arms under me and holds me by the shoulders. He says its so I cant get away, as if Id want to. He started off slow and then got faster and then tried to ram it up to my heart. I could feel him every time he squirted. Did he roll over and go to sleep? I asked. I didnt give him a chance. Hed sweated all over me so I went to the bathroom and wiped off. I started to put a hand towel between my legs but I decided I wanted to do it some more. I got a wet cloth and wiped him off, his face, then his chest and stomach, and then his dick and balls. He just lay there without saying a word and let me do it. Then I used my mouth and hands and got his dick hard again in a couple of minutes. Ive done that too, Arial, I said. If he doesnt satisfy you, do what you have to do to get what you want. Dont just go to sleep frustrated. I didnt, she said. When his dick was stiff, I straddled him and showed it where to go again. I rode him the way I like to do sometimes, you know, get it in as deep as it will go and then rock your pelvis back and forth. I know, I said. I like that too. I cant do that with Kieran now that Im so far along. He put his hands on my breasts and I took one and held it up to my mouth. I dont think he knew what I wanted to do. I folded back his fingers except for the middle one and then I sucked on that one while I rode him and rode him until I came. He says Im going to break his dick off like that someday but Im not worried. What did he do when you came? I asked. Nothing. Didnt say a word. He gave me a minute or so to calm down and then he lifted me up by my hips and started fucking me from below. It didnt take him a minute before he slammed me down against his belly and squirted again. I loved it. Did he ever say anything? I asked. Uh huh, I lay there on top of him until I felt his dick go soft in me. I was about to get up and get a towel when he whispered in my ear, Arial, I love you. Will you marry me? And? I said, Yes, Brad. Ill marry you. Hes a good man, Arial. Id like to have him as a son-in-law. Then he whispered, Wait here, sweetheart and he went to the bathroom. I guess he peed and wiped up but he brought back a wet cloth and a little towel. He wiped me up the same way Id done him. Them he stuck a towel between my legs and moved over to his side of the bed. I didnt mind that because we were both still hot. He held my hand while we went to sleep. We sat there for a while, not talking, watching four guys straining and sweating. Kieran didnt look as young as the other three but he certainly didnt look his age. I was afraid hed develop executive butt spread when he became CEO of Andersen but he was still ran two or three times a week and he was just as slim as ever. Brad would probably never lose his little-boy face. He had biceps almost as big as Kavans. His shoulders were wider and his arms were certainly longer than Kierans or Kavans. Kavan seemed to be more careful of his appearance since Kathryn had encouraged him. He always dressed better now and his hair, his lion-mane, as Kathryn called it, was almost always clean and shining. Kerry was having his first real growth spurt and losing some of his little boy looks as he put on muscle. He was still experimenting with the way he dressed and how he did his hair. Being in the sun a good part of the summer had lightened his hair until it was almost as golden as Arials. What are you thinking, Mom? Arial asked. About going home and fixing some sandwiches for them, I said. Yeah, Ill bet you were. Ive been looking at your face for the last few minutes. You were looking at our guys, werent you? I couldnt deny it. Uh, huh, I like watching them. I was thinking about how beautiful they are. And Ill bet you were fantasizing a little, werent you? I didnt answer. I just smiled and so did she. <><><> (KIERAN) We ate lunch on the balcony the cantilevered concrete slab - of the new house. Siobhan sat in the chair while the rest of us sat on the concrete. She and Arial had gone home, made two huge sandwiches, and brought them back. Brad and Kavan carried up the cooler. Kerry swept off the balcony. Kavan used the big knife to slice off sandwich pieces to order and Brad passed out the plates and drinks. I supervised. I think Kerry ate three pieces before he let out a huge burp. Arial said Gross, and, of course, Kerry repeated it. Kavan and Brad ate just as much but without the burping. Even Arial seemed to have a big appetite. Siobhan and I were slower eaters and it might have been because we were both watching the kids pack it away. I know we just ate but somebody needs to think of dinner, Siobhan said. Would Chinese take out be OK? We havent had that in a while. The one we usually order from says they dont put msg in their food and I can eat it too. If you kids want to go to the movie like you said, well have to eat a little early, I said. If we quit about four, we can order, then go home and shower, and it should be delivered by, say, four forty-five. Is that too early? Could I invite Kiki to eat with us, Dad? Kavan asked. She loves Chinese food. I could pick it up when I go get her. I looked at Kerry. He knew what I was waiting for. Yeah, and could I invite Nicole? he asked. Her house isnt far from Kikis. We could squeeze eight in the kitchen and eat off paper plates. I looked at Siobhan. She nodded to me. I think that would be fine but you boys had better call them now and see if they want to come eat with us, I said. They may have other plans. OK. Brad, may I borrow your cell phone? Kerry asked. Sure, Squirt, he said, and tossed it to Kerry. Who you calling Squirt, Boy? Kerry said. Brad looked at him and I knew he was confused. Brad, weve retired that name, I said. Were not going to call anybody Squirt until somebody has another little boy. Well, squeeze me, Kerry, Brad said. I didnt know. Thats OK. You is squeezed, Kerry said. Dad, when we go pick them up, could you let me have the keys to your Mercedes? Id like to pick them up in style. He knew I didnt like for anybody else to drive my car. Maybe it was selfish of me but it was just something I always wanted to do myself. I knew he could drive it but so far Id been teaching him just at the Freeloft Center on the Andersen property. He had another year before he could even get his learners permit. I thought about what hed said. Would it be OK if Kavan drove it, Kerry? I asked. You two can pick them up in it but thats all. I dont want the Chinese food in it and youll have to go to the movie in something else. Kavan looked at me. Thanks, Dad. Ill take good care of Black Beauty. I know you will, Son, I said. Dont tell them about the car when you call, Arial said. Let it be a surprise. Kerry stood up. Come on, Kavan. You too, Brad. I need to talk to you. They went through the sliding glass door to the bedroom and then closed it behind them. I sort of guessed Kerry was going put them up to something again. They stood there talking and, and from the way they were grinning, I knew it. Brad came back out on the balcony and left them to make their calls. When Kavan and Kerry came out on the balcony again, I knew we had two more for dinner. I also knew from the way they were trying not to grin, that they were about to do something. Both of them sat down on the floor and we waited. Kerry was so nonchalant when he did it. He took off his work boots, stood up, took off his shorts, took off his little briefs, held them out at arms-length and dropped them, reached down and pulled the wrinkles out of his dick, put his shorts back on, then sat down and put his boots on again. Everybody watched his performance. As soon as his show was over, Brad repeated it, and even gave his balls a good scratching while he was naked. Then Kavan did it too and made sure his dick and balls were flopping freely. Maybe they expected me to do it too but I was too content to move. Then Kavan asked Ready? and Brad and Kerry both replied Yeah. They all picked up their briefs, shook them out, and put them on top of their heads. They sat there, not grinning, boots on their feet, shorts on their bodies, and briefs draped over their heads. Arial and Siobhan pretended there was nothing unusual. I didnt know what to make of it. Then Kavan clued me in. Dad, would you like another headband? he asked, Sweaty shorts make a great one. The gnats and flies wont bother you. Yeah, Dad, Brad said. Its an old boy scout trick. It works great. Yeah, Dad, Kerry said. Then you can look like your boys. I tried not to smile. I took off my boots, my shorts, and my briefs, held my briefs out at arms length and dropped them, rubbed my dick and balls until they were relaxed, pulled my foreskin back until the head of my dick was uncovered, pushed it back down, caught the tip and pulled until I knew I had a elephant-trunk peanut-eating foreskin protruding, put both hands on my butt and scratched, pushed my pelvis out, stood there a minute showing off, then put my shorts on again, sat down, and put my boots on. I shook out my sweaty briefs and put them on my head. Somehow I managed to do it all without smiling. I looked at them and waited to see who would crack up first. Whats for dessert, Siobhan? I asked. Jockey shorts with whipped cream, she replied without cracking a smile. That was too much. Arial cracked. She snickered, choked, and erupted in giggles. The rest of us gave in too. I laughed so much my stomach hurt. When we all subsided, Siobhan was sitting still, looking off over the valley, with one hand just under her navel area. Id seen the look before, many times over the years. Arial noticed what she was doing. Whats the matter, Mom? she asked. Are you OK? The babys moving around, she said and then waited a few seconds. I think shes got the hiccups again. She? Arial squealed. You mean its going to be a girl? Kerry asked. I thought you didnt know, Kavan said. The cat was out of the bag. You might as well tell them, Honey, I said. She looked around at us and smiled. Yes, were having another girl. We decided wed find out the next time they did an ultrasound. I was scheduled for one last week so I asked Kieran to go with me. The doctor says hes sure its a girl and everything looks perfect so far. It should, I said. Theyve run every test in the world on her. The doctor said your Mother is as healthy as a woman twenty years younger and she shouldnt worry. Do you kids want to find us a girls name, an Irish girls name? Siobhan was moving her hand around on her stomach and smiling. I knew what that meant. Would you like to say hello to mo cailn beag, Kerry? Siobhan asked. Who? he responded. Is that what youre going to name her? No, Kerry, thats just Irish for my little girl. she answered. Its what my grandmother Kelly called me. We havent picked a name yet. May I? he asked, looking at me. I noticed that he had been asking properly. Surprise. Maybe there was hope for him. You may if you ask your mother, I said. He moved over in front of Siobhan and knelt down. May I, Mom? She opened the sash on the dress and let it all hang out. Shed been wearing loose shifts or caftans or whatever for the last month or two. I couldnt remember the last time shed let the kids see her naked. She had on nothing underneath except white panties. Her legs were crossed but I could see the tuft of red hair through her panties. Her belly was well rounded now that she was at the end of the second trimester. Her breasts were already swollen but not as large as I knew they would be when she started nursing the baby. They were still beautiful to me. Everything about her was. Give me your hand, Siobhan said. She placed Kerrys hand just under her navel and moved it around and pressed it against her. Kerry was staring straight ahead, maybe at her breasts, but I knew he was lost in what he was feeling his little sister moving around and hiccupping inside his mother. There, did you feel her? Siobhan asked. Kerry nodded and grinned. Yeah, thats neat. I can really feel her hiccupping. He looked up at Siobhans face. Can IMay I kiss her? Siobhan nodded and he bent down, kissed Siobhans stomach where his hand had been, and then looked around at the other kids. I felt her, he exclaimed. I could feel her moving. It was like she really has the hiccups. She does, Kerry, Siobhan said. Babies can have hiccups before theyre born. This is the first time Ive felt her do it. Kerry, you probably just kissed her on the butt, I said. Shes already in a head-down position. I dont care, he said. Why is she like that? So she can kick me better, Siobhan said. I looked at Kavan and Arial and even Brad. They all looked like they were waiting their turn. I waited for her to invite them to say hello too. She did. She let Arial go next and Arial was just as full of wonder as Kerry. She asked if Brad could feel her too. Siobhan nodded and the two of them knelt down and Arial showed Brad where to feel. I watched Brad looking at Siobhans breasts. I didnt mind. Kavan waited patiently until last and then tried to act like he wasnt as impressed as the others. He kept looking at me and smiling and then looking at Siobhan and smiling. He surprised me when he moved up closer to Siobhan and hugged her. I hope shes red headed like you, Mom, he said. When he pulled back, I think I saw his eyes glistening. We sat around and talked for a few minutes more while I debated whether to spring something on Arial and Brad. I looked at Siobhan and nodded my head toward the big bedroom on the top floor of the new house and then nodded at Arial and Brad. She nodded at me and smiled. She knew what I was asking. Arial, when your little sisters born, weve got a problem, I asked. Where are we going to put her? In with me, she said eagerly, and then realized that wouldnt work. She looked at Brad. He just smiled at her predicament. Kerry came to her rescue. Put her in my room, Dad, he suggested. Its the closest to your bedroom. I can move back downstairs with Kavan. That would work, Dad, Kavan said. We can store the king-size mattress and get out the old twin-size ones Kerry and I had before Kathryn came to stay with us. She can have a room of her own and it would be between your bedroom and Arials. She can get up at night and take care of her. I pretended to think about it for a minute or so. Well, I think Ive got a better solution, I said. You can keep your room and Kerry can keep his. I think Arial and Brad should move. Arial looked at me with her brows pulled together. I knew she was puzzled at that my suggestion. Move where, Dad? she asked. I nodded my head toward the big bedroom behind us. She was more puzzled. Where? Over here, Princess, I said. You and Brad can move in here, in the bedroom behind us. Well get you a king-size bed for over here and you can leave your old queen-size one where it is. We can move your desk over here and put the new crib where it is. What do you think? Brad finally had something to say. We cant do that, Kieran. I looked at him and smiled. I knew what he was thinking about. Why not? We cant afford to rent this place from you, he said. Were both saving some of what were earning at our part-time jobs but thats not going to be much when we go back to school. I dont know what this place would rent for but I know we cant afford it. Did I say anything about charging you rent, Brad? I asked. Siobhan and I have already discussed it. Were not renting the house out to anybody. Were just letting family stay in it. Weve been thinking about this for a long time, Siobhan said. I talked Kieran into forgetting about a bigger house for us and just staying here. We knew we were beginning to bust out at the seams. We wanted a place where all of you could stay close to us, at least until youre ready to find a place of your own. We had hoped to have this place ready when Luke and Rachael moved back so they could stay here. This is going to be our house too, just with room for our overflow. Does that mean we could stay here when were in college? Brad asked. Does Dad know about this? I nodded. Hes aware of it. He and Ive talked about how to get you kids through college. You may need to keep a part-time job but that might not even be necessary. Well just work it out as we go. Weve talked about getting married when I finish high school, Dad, Arial said. Ill be eighteen and Brad will be nineteen. I think wed be better students in college if were married and so does Brad. Dont get too far ahead, Princess, Siobhan said. Lets take one step at a time. You two work on your dreams. Well help you with the everyday stuff. Brad kept looking back and forth between me and Siobhan. He shut his eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and then looked at me again. I can see why you love your parents, Arial, he said. Can I move over here too, Dad? Kerry asked. Could I have the little bedroom up here? I noticed that he had slipped back into Can I? mode again. I didnt care; I could see how excited he was. I dont want to worry about that right now, Son, I said. I think its time we got back to work. Ive got a question, Brad said, looking at Arial and grinning. If we move in here, do we have to share the Jacuzzi over here with Kerry? That will be up to you, wont it? I said. Youre all welcome to use the one in our bathroom now, anytime you want it. All you kids are. You can work out who you share it with. If you want to fool around with each other, just lock the door. Its really OK with us. Were not using it now that Siobhans pregnant anyway. Why not, Dad? Kerry asked. Its not good for the baby for a pregnant woman to use a Jacuzzi, Siobhan said. It can cause a baby distress to get warmer than normal. I dont want that. You and Nicole can have it tonight, Kerry, Brad said. Arial and I can reserve it for another night. I noticed that he didnt even ask Arial what she wanted to do. Ill wait, Kerry said. I had a hard enough time convincing Dad to let us use my bedroom for a tryst with Nicole. Maybe I can get her in the Jacuzzi next time. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Fifty-Three As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 17; Arial Stuart, 15; Kerry Stuart, 12 1/2 Brad Weaver, 17; Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Nicole Whittaker, 15 TELLING THE STORY Arial Stuart <><><> (ARIAL) Monday morning I made Brad help us cook breakfast for the family. He wasnt totally lost in the kitchen but he had a lot to learn. He didnt even complain when Mom put an apron on him while he cooked the sausage. He was cute standing there in his usual khakis and knit shirt, with the red apron in front. We had hardly pulled out of the driveway on our way to school, when Kerry asked me what he should say to Nicole when he saw her. I thought you called her yesterday, I said. Yeah, I did. I did what you said I should do: I thanked her for going out to dinner with me and told her how much fun it was being with her. I didnt say anything about her kissing me. What did she say? You were on the phone with her for quite a while. We talked about lots of stuff. She said I didnt act like a little kid and that I was more grown up than lots of older guys she knows. She told me how much she enjoyed dinner with us. We talked about the student musical production again and what theyre trying to do. Did you ask her if shed go out with you again sometime? Yeah, I asked her sort of like you suggested, nothing specific. She said she would but she didnt date much because she was so busy. Is that all? Naah, she said shed like to be friends with me but Id better not fall in love with her. Brad laughed and I pinched his leg. Shes right, Kerry, he said. Just cool it. You dont need to fall in love until you get at least as old as Arial and me. Kerry ignored his comment. Wednesday afternoon, after school, Im going to that meeting at her house, you know, with the kids who are going to do the school musical. Are you sure you want to do that? Brad asked. I thought you wanted an excuse not to do it. I dont know. It sounds like fun. Nicole told me who else is involved and its a good bunch. Id like to do something with them. How will you get home from her house? I asked. Its too far for you to walk. Have you talked to Mom? Not yet. Nicole said that wouldnt be a problem. Her moms already taking some others home in her van. She said they do a planning session first and than practice dance routines afterwards. She said theyre usually through by five-thirty. Well, whats the musical going to be? Brad asked. If its not based on Terminator, what movie are they using? She wouldnt tell me, Kerry answered. She said theyre all sworn to secrecy and the only way I can find out is to agree to be in it. Well, I think you should do it, I said. When you practice with me, youre a very good dancer. Youre not like somebody else I practice with. I cant make up my mind whether hes the tinman or the scarecrow. Naah, Im the cowardly lion, Brad said. <><><> On Wednesday after school, Kerry rode the school bus with Nicole to her house so he could meet with the others planning the school musical. Brad offered to give him and Nicole a ride but Kerry said he wanted to ride the bus. There would be about a dozen others who were going to Nicoles house and he wanted to get to know them. Brad picked me up after school as usual. When we got home we said hello to Mom and talked to her a little. Kavan and Kathryn were working at the plant nursery and would come in hungry. I asked Mom if I could do something to help with dinner. She said we were going to have a cold dinner with ham and potato salad and it was already done. Brad had a little time before he had to go to work for his father so I took him in my room so we could fool around a little. It was nice to kiss and grope each other. I think I could have convinced him to stay a little longer if Id tried. Something in his pants told me he wanted to stay. I decided to get my schoolwork out of the way so I wouldnt have to do it later. I wanted to talk to Kerry about the meeting when he got home and I had a book I wanted to finish reading. I had just put my school books away when a car pulled up in our driveway, a door slammed, and I heard Kerry and a girl yelling something when the car drove away. He was bubbling over about the meeting, how nice the gals and guys were, and how much fun it was to be with them. I tried to get him to tell me about the musical but he said he didnt know anything yet and wouldnt know until they decided he would have a part. Even then, he said, hed be sworn to secrecy. I stuck my tongue out at him and then decided Id better be nice to him so I hugged him. He was sweaty and stinky and so I told him he was. He begged Mom to let him eat before he showered and she gave him a roll and a glass of milk and sent him to the shower. Thursday night at dinner, Kerry asked permission to go to Nicoles after school on Friday. He said some of the kids were going to practice dance routines and they wanted to see if he could do them too. He said Nicoles mom would drive a bunch of them home again. Dad gave Kerry permission and then gave Mom a look like he was asking what was going on. She just shook her head and shrugged like she didnt know. I didnt know either but I wanted to find out. After school on Friday, Kavan and Kathryn were working again so Mom and I were the only ones home. About five, I heard the same van pull up in front of the house, some girls yelling, and then Kerry yelling back as he slammed in the front door. When he came in the kitchen with me and Mom, he had a big grin on his face and he was starved as usual. He was dripping wet with sweat again and even stinkier this time. He also had a little lipstick smear at the corner of his mouth, faint lip prints on the cheek on the other side, and the colors werent the same. Mom didnt say anything but I know she saw the lipstick. She just gave him a couple of cookies and a glass of milk and told him to the hit the shower again. I think he ate the cookies in two bites and drank the milk in two swallows. Then he went down the hall to his room, singing some silly song that Id never heard. Why is everybody always picking on me? He was funny when he tried to sing in a low voice. Kavan and Kathryn came in about five-thirty and Mom decided they needed to shower before dinner too. Dad was only a few minutes behind them and I guess he didnt smell bad when he hugged Mom because she just sent him to change. Dad came back in shorts and knit shirt, bare-footed like the rest of us. Mom stuck her head in the door to the basement and yelled for Kavan and Kathryn to come to dinner. I guess thats when I realized Kerry hadnt come back yet so I told Mom Id go call him. The bathroom door was open and nobody was in it. The one to his room was closed but I didnt hear anything. I pushed his door open quietly and peeked in. Kerry was lying on his bed asleep. His shoes and socks and sweaty clothes were scattered on the floor. I could tell he hadnt showered. He was lying on one side, almost on his stomach, with one long leg straight and the other bent. One arm was twisted behind him and the other was bent around in front with his hand over his eyes. His long hair was all messy and tangled. The sun was shining in on him and the hair on his arm was shining like gold. I watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. I could have counted his ribs. He had on just his briefs, pulled up on one side and stuck in his crack with a smooth butt cheek showing. Between his legs I could see something that I still wasnt used to. After seeing him for so many years with just little marbles down there, it was still strange to see a bulge that looked like two eggs in his briefs. He was so innocently beautiful and so male sexy my heart ached just to look at him. I felt a touch on my arm and turned around. It was Mom. I put one finger in front of my lips and moved aside so she could see what I was looking at. She put her arm around my shoulder and we both stood there and looked at him for a minute or so. Then she kissed me on the cheek and told me to get a couple of wet cloths. When I came back, Mom was in the bedroom leaning over Kerry and I watched her looking at him. She gently brushed his hair off his face and then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He jerked, rolled over on his back, and looked up at her. He stretched his long arms and legs, took a deep breath, and then gave Mom his best grin. I got the same sleepy grin when he looked at the door and saw me. Mom and I pulled him up to a sitting position and then wiped him off down to his waist with the wet cloths. He sat there through all of it, his eyes closed, that same silly grin on his face. Mom made him stand up and she pulled his briefs down. He didnt say a word. He just kicked them off and stretched again, long arms out to the side and tight muscles in his back and butt and legs. Then he stood there with eyes still closed and a big grin still on his face. His balls were hanging down low and his dick looked all warm and relaxed against them. I waited to see what Mom would do. When she started wiping him off in front, I did his butt and the back of his legs. Our hands sort of met between his legs. I watched when Mom skinned his dick back and wiped the head clean. I wanted to do it but I didn't say anything. When we finished, he finally opened his eyes and looked around. Is dinner ready? he asked, standing there naked with his dick swollen enough so it looked like it was almost ready to stand up. After dinner, I showered well before bedtime so I could wash my hair and let it dry. I was in my bed reading when I heard Kerry in the shower. I read for a while longer, halfway expecting him to come in my room to talk to me. Finally I went to his door, tapped, and heard him say, Come in, Arial. He was sitting, if you can call it that, in front of his computer, slumped down in the chair with his feet propped up on the desk. Hed made something that attached to the arm of his chair so he could use his wireless mouse on it and he had his right hand on the mouse. He was killing aliens again. He had his left hand in his lap with his fingers curled around his balls. His dick, swollen but soft, was lying off to the side on his thigh. He also had on the new nightgown Id bought him and it was pulled up to his waist. He did something and the screen froze. Like it? I asked. He quickly glanced down at his dick. Yeah, its nice. Silly, I meant the nightgown, not your dick. Stand up. He stood up. I knew what you meant. I was talking about the nightgown. But I do like my dick. I'm glad I've got another Stuart one. Id bought me and him and Brad flannel nightgowns the last time Mom and Kathryn and I had gone shopping. Even in cold weather, Brad ended up sleeping naked most of the time when he slept with me. Since he was so tall, his arms and shoulders were uncovered and cold too often. I thought he and Kerry both might like something that kept their arms and shoulders covered and let them be naked below when it was pulled up. Id got Brad an extra-large and it fit him just right in the shoulders. Id got Kerry a large size and it was a little too big in the shoulders but I wanted it to be loose and comfortable. On both of them, the nightgown came down to mid-thigh when they were standing. Brad said his was just long enough to cover his dick when it was hanging down but he was just bragging. Kerrys covered his dick all right but it was making a nice bulge in front. It looks like it fits OK. What were you doing? I asked. You mean playing with my dick or playing with the computer? he answered. On the computer, Squirt. You know what I meant. Relaxing before I go to bed. I made it up two more levels tonight. The damn aliens get smarter as I go up. They almost got me. Do you want to try again? He got up and I sat down in his chair. He switched to the game with my name on it and the aliens got me again within a couple of minutes. I swiveled around in the chair so I was facing him and put my hand up under his nightgown. I slid my hand up his leg and around to his behind and his butt cheek felt as smooth as it had looked when I found him sleeping. Then I cupped my other hand under his balls with my fingers back between his legs. Everything felt so nice and warm and soft except for his dick; it was almost hard. Who was kissing you this afternoon? I asked. Nobody! What do you mean? When you came in, you had one color lipstick on your cheek and another at the corner of your mouth, I said. Did Miss Nobody do that? Oh, shit, everybody saw it at dinner? No, Mom wiped it off your cheek. I wiped it off your mouth. Thanks. I guess one of the girls put it on my cheek. It doesnt mean anything. Thats just the way they are. They kiss their friends on the cheek, like they do in movies sometimes. I wrapped my hand around his dick and slid it back and forth. He caught his nightgown in his hands and pulled it up so he could see what I was doing. I pushed the skin back so the head was uncovered and then teased the smooth head with one finger. His dick jerked every time I touched it. Maybe all guys really are the same: just one little finger can make them a jerk. Well, how about the one on your mouth? I asked. I dont know. I guess I got that from Nicole. She kissed me on the mouth after we did a dance routine together. She kissed me again before I left. Its just being nice. It doesnt mean anything. I leaned over, held his dick down, and kissed it right on its shiny head. It doesnt mean anything, I mimicked. It doesnt, Arial. Some of the girls hug me when we do a dance routine. Guys hug me too. I know theyre not gay. Its just the way they are. Well, what were you doing that made them hug you and kiss you? Maybe I can do it with Brad. It was just a dance routine that Nicole and Bob Hanson showed me. They did it together and I watched. Then Nicole asked me to do the same routine with her, doing Bobs part. At the end of the routine, the guy and the girl sort of hug up together and he picks her up and swings her around in a circle. I just did the same stuff Bob did and, when I swung Nicole around and stopped, she kissed me on the lips. She said she couldnt believe I could do exactly the same things Bob did after just seeing it once. He leaned back against his desk, spread his legs, and his nightgown fell down over his hard-on. I scooted the chair up a little closer and reached under his shirt again so I could play with him some more. He let his hands rest on the edge of his desk and watched what I was doing. Youve always been a fast learner, Kerry. Ive been telling you that when youre dancing you just relax and enjoy it and let your body do what feels right. I guess thats the way it is. Its not like Im learning something. When I do it, Im having so much fun I dont even think about it. Its like time stands still and I dont even know theres anybody else around but me and Nicole. I even did the routine with Bob, doing Nicoles part, and it was sort of the same way, just the dancing moving me without me thinking. I let my hand wander all over under his shirt up and down both legs, around a little on his stomach, touching back behind his balls, up and down a little on his dick, pulling the soft hair down there. Why did you do it with him? They wanted to see if I could do it. After I did it with Nicole, she asked me if I could do it dancing her part with Bob. I just shut my eyes and kind of remembered what shed done when she danced with him. Then I just did it. I even let him swing me around in a couple of circles. When we finished, he hugged me. Im glad he didnt kiss me though. How did that go over with everybody? I guess they liked it. When we finished, everybody was just standing around watching us. They even clapped when we finished. Do you like Nicole? Yeah, shes really something. She just treats me like a regular guy, not like a little kid. I wish youd help me think of something so I can ask her for another date. He pulled his nightgown up again and held it and we could both watch what I was doing. What would you do if you were alone with her in her bedroom? She might want you to mess up the sheets with her. Will you be ready for that? Shit, Arial, its not like Im not trying to get in her panties. Im just having fun with her. Well, you should be ready for anything, shouldnt you? What do you mean, like, will I have a condom to use? I started sliding my hand back and forth on his dick, as slowly and gently as I could. It felt so hard underneath the skin. I liked watching the skin sliding over the head and then sliding back to uncover it again. I dont know, Kerry. What you and Nicole do is your business but youve got to be responsible. You know Dads always preached that. Well, do you want to buy me some rubbers too? I will if you want me to. Who else has offered to get you some? Well, Dad was first, Kavan was second, and Brad was third. If they all deliver, I think Ill have enough to last me a few weeks. I looked down at his dick and slid my hand back and forth a couple of times. Your dicks big enough now, isnt it? I mean, like if you use a regular-sized condom, it will fit OK, wont it? Yeah, Dad says it is. He wants me to practice jacking off with one on so Ill know how it feels. I looked at his dick. It certainly looked big enough. I looked closer. The underside of his foreskin and the head of his dick looked red and irritated. Did you jack off when you showered? I asked. Huh? You heard me. Did you jack off in the shower? Yeah! How did you know? Did you use soap when you did it? Yeah, you told me not to use baby oil in the shower. Well, the skin on your dick looks red and irritated. Dont ever use soap to jack off, Squirt. Baby oils always good to use. I just asked you not to use it in the shower because it gets on the bottom of the tub and it's slippery. I leaned over and took the head of his dick in my mouth and sucked gently on it and teased it with my tongue. I didnt know whether he wanted me to play with him but he was hard enough. I wanted to play with him even if he couldnt do anything for me. I stood up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Lie down on the bed, I said. Ill be back in a minute. I went first in my bedr0om to get the salve I use when I have a little irritation. It was something Mom had recommended and I liked it because it was a crme and wasnt greasy and it usually relieved any soreness or irritation after a night with Brad. I pulled my nightgown off and threw it on the bed. After that, I went in the bathroom and got a wet washcloth, a towel, and the baby oil. I guess Id already made up my mind what I wanted to do. He was waiting for me, stretched out on his bed, with his hand about like it had been when I walked into his room. His fingers were cupped around his balls, but now his dick was standing straight up and his foreskin was pulled down. I sat down on the side of his bed and looked at his dick. It really was red and irritated looking on the end. Youve got your period, havent you? he asked. Yes, how did you know? Youve still got your panties on. I can tell youve got a pad in there. That means youre almost finished, doesnt it? I squeezed out a little bit of the salve on my finger and rubbed it on the head of his dick. Then I used my fingers to smear it all over the head and down the shaft where it was red looking. His dick twitched a couple of times while I was doing it. I didnt know whether it was because it felt good or because it hurt him. Uh huh, I just use a tampon when its heaviest, like Wednesday and yesterday. I use napkins when its tapering off. Did I hurt you? Nah, it feels good. Are you going to be ready for Brad when he comes over tomorrow? I should be. Its almost stopped already. Did Mom get her period? I wrapped my hand around the shaft of his dick and slid it up and down as slowly and gently as I could. No. Ive been asking her everyday. Thats the first thing Dad asks about when he comes in. Does that make it feel better? Uh huh. I guess that means shes pregnant, doesnt it? Maybe. Its a little too soon to know. When youre not on the pill, your periods are not as regular. She could just be late. It happens. I hope she is. I dont understand why she wants another baby but, if itll make her happy, I hope shes pregnant. Me too. Id like to have a little brother or sister to help raise. Yeah, that would be nice, he said. We could both love it, I guess. I know Mom and Dad will. Would you like me to do you again? Yeah, thatd be nice too. He put his hands together behind his head and waited. I swapped hands and slid my left hand up so his foreskin covered his dick and there was a little wrinkled circle of skin at the tip. I thumbed up the cap on the baby oil, squirted just a small amount right on the little wrinkled circle, and then smeared it all over. The way theyve been looking at each other and smiling, youd think they were newlyweds whod never had a baby before, I said. I dont understand it but Mom says its what her heart wants. Kerry and I both watched my hand slowly sliding up and down on his dick. I liked feeling it when it was so hard and stiff and the oil made everything so smooth. Youre ambidextrous, arent you? he said. I hope Brad appreciates that tomorrow night. What do you mean? You can jack him off with either hand. If one gets tired, you can just swap. Silly, I dont think Ill have to use my hand. When Luke and Rachael move back, you can baby-sit with little Kieran Lee and James Connor both. Shitty diapers. Puking all over everything. Crying all night. Youll probably never want to have any kids with Brad. Dont say that, Kerry. I dont mind changing Kieran Lee, even when he's shitty. Last time we kept him and little Paul, you liked holding him after we bathed him, didnt you? Yeah, hes kind of nice. I just dont want one like him for a long time. Well, you just be careful then. Id like to have a baby with Brad, just not anytime soon. I wish I could be your baby, he said. Id bury my face in your breasts and suck on your nipples until I got a stomach full of warm milk and then Id go to sleep. Would you like to try it? I asked. I lay down on the bed beside him and turned toward him. He didnt answer. He just moved down on the bed, turned toward me, put his hand on my hip, and found my left nipple with his mouth. I put my hand behind his head and held him and let him suck. I started humming the go-to-sleep lullaby and he shut his eyes. I liked him being my baby; I always had. Are you asleep yet, little baby, I asked. He nodded just a tiny bit, never turning loose of my nipple. I think that one's dry, little baby. Would you like me to do something with your little peewee? He took his mouth off, nodded again, and rolled onto his back with his hands under his head again. His little peewee was sticking up at an angle over his stomach. I could see something new there a faint trail of hair from his naval down to his dick. I crawled over him and lay down on the other side so I could use my right hand. There was still enough oil on his dick so I wasnt worried about irritating it anymore. I just did it slowly and watched how he reacted. When I saw his balls draw up and his stomach muscles get tense, I tightened my grip and moved my hand a little faster. He started grunting and then shot out a few spurts on his chest and stomach. I relaxed my grip and moved my hand slower and slower. Finally I just held it a minute or so until I felt it begin to soften. I milked it down and squeezed out another white drop on his stomach. Thanks, Arial. I like being your baby, he whispered, eyes still closed. You just lie still now, little baby, and let me clean you up, I whispered. I cleaned up the little white strings and puddles of semen with the towel first and then gently wiped his dick off with the washcloth. I applied another little bit of the salve to the head and foreskin, pulled the skin back over the head, and coated his dick and balls with just a touch of baby oil. Finally I leaned over, kissed his tummy and his dick, and pulled his nightgown back down. When I straightened up, he was looking at me. There, little boy, you can go to sleep now." Thanks, Arial. I love you too. Even when were silly like this? Yeah, especially then. Goodnight. He turned on his side and closed his eyes. I looked at him for a moment longer, thinking about the way I loved him. Finally, I turned out the light and went back in my room. I went to bed and dreamed a good dream about having a baby. <><><> On Wednesday of the first week in May, Brad asked me again to go to Cold Creek Canyon with him. He said the weather prediction for the weekend was for warm sunny days. A family birthday party for me was planned for the following weekend and after that there would be school activities every weekend until school was out for summer. He said it might be our last chance if I wanted to see something special. He wouldnt tell me what it was but he said it would be worth the trip. I asked Mom if I could go and she said I could. I gave her Brads cell- phone number and the number for the ranger station at the park. I told her we had to check in there and they would know exactly where we were. I told her we wanted to leave early Saturday morning and I wanted to fix a good breakfast for Brad. She said shed be up early too and wed make a big breakfast for everybody. I knew Kavan and Kathryn would be working all day and Mom usually tried to send them off well fed. She said she wanted to get as many as possible of the plants Kavan and Kathryn had brought home into the ground in the lot next to ours. She said Dad was going to help and Kerry would too even if he didnt know it yet. Brad and I were on our way a little after eight oclock. He said it was about a forty-minute drive to the park and then we had to check in with the rangers. After that, wed drive a little more, then walk a mile or so, then cross the creek, and wed be at the dragons nest about mid-morning. The park rangers all knew Brad and they were very nice to us. The one who checked us in told us that the place we wanted to see wasnt on park maps because it was so fragile. He reminded Brad that we should leave nothing but our tracks and take out only what we brought in. He asked Brad why he wanted to see that area and Brad said he wanted to show me the dragons blood and the dragons eggs. I didnt know what they were talking about but the ranger did. He asked Brad which route he was going to use and Brad told him he was going to the end of the park service area, then walk down the hill to the creek, and wade across it. He asked Brad if hed done that before because the creek was up a little and might be deep there. Brad told him hed expected that and we would be OK wading it. I wasnt so sure when I heard him say it might be deep. Brad gave the ranger his cell-phone number and asked him to call if anybody else was going to the same place. We were about to leave when the ranger asked us if wed like to be honorary park rangers for the day. I didnt know what that meant and he explained that we would be expected to report any damage or vandalism to the area. He even gave us a couple of little badges that said Park Ranger for the Day on them. We drove a few miles further and then parked and walked down a steep hill to the creek. The hillside was almost impenetrable with bushes but Brad finally found a path to follow. The big trees were so thick it was almost like twilight under them. By the time we got down the hill, I was glad Brad had told me to wear jeans and a sweatshirt with my hiking boots. When we got to the creek, we finally broke out in an open area. I couldnt see anything but a rock wall, almost a cliff, on the other side. The creek curved around, hugging the cliff on the other side, and there didnt seem to be any place to go when we crossed. I guess Brad could see I was puzzled. He struggled out of his backpack and stood looking at me. Trust me, he said. Were close to it. You just cant see it yet. Weve got to get across the creek first. I looked at the creek. It was moving slowly but it looked deep like the ranger had said. It also looked cold. OK, Mr. Honorary Ranger, I said, how do we do that? Im going to wade across, he said. You can wade with me or Ill carry you. Well get our clothes wet, I said. Is that why you asked me to bring some shorts and a shirt? We wont get our clothes wet, Brad said. Theyll be in a plastic bag. The only thing that gets wet is us. Well wade naked. I looked at the creek. I couldnt tell how deep it was. I knew he wouldnt expect me to do anything dangerous but I wasnt ready to wade across. Brad, are you sure? I asked. I dont see any place to go when we get across. Im sure, he said. I know exactly where were going. Trust me. Go stick your hand in the creek. I walked out on a rock and found a place to put my hand in the water. It was like ice. I turned and looked at Brad and he was grinning like a jackass. Do you want to wade with me? Or would you rather I carry you? Its freezing, Brad. Its a lot colder than the creek behind our house. Why do you think they call it Cold Creek? A few miles upstream, it comes out of the rocks looking just like this. Its coming from under a plateau thats close to the mountains. It never gets warm, not even in the summer. Well, what do you want me to do? I asked. Let me carry you. OK, then I dont have to take my clothes off, do I? What if I drop you and you get your clothes wet? Whatll you do then? Youll freeze your butt off. I liked that idea of him carrying me, especially if we were both naked, so I did what he told me. We both stripped down to our birthday suits. He pulled a couple of black plastic bags out of his backpack and put my clothes and shoes in one and his in another. He tied a piece of string around the top of one bag, tied the same string to the other bag, and hung them around his neck. I thought he looked silly standing there naked with two black plastic bags hanging down on his chest but he seemed satisfied with it. He put them back down and looked at me. OK, are you ready? I nodded. I didnt know what I was ready for but I trusted him. He picked me up in his arms, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he started wading slowly out in the creek. I may get your butt wet but Ill try to hold you out of the water, he said. I held on tight while he waded further. The water came up and up as he got further out and I held my breath waiting to see what would happen. I knew it had to be up to his waist when I could have reached down and put my hand in the water. He kept wading, slowly, and I could tell he was trying to find where to put his feet. Hold on, he said. Im going to lift you. This is the deepest part. I held tight while he lifted me even higher. I felt his hard muscles holding me. He bent over and kissed the side of my breast and then winked at me. I liked being carried by him. He took a few more steps, feeling with his feet, and then the water began to get shallower. After a few more steps, he strained and stepped up on something. I looked down and could see a flat rock about four feet below me. Brad lowered me gently until my feet were in the icy water and we both waded up closer to the cliff wall. Finally he held my hand while I stepped out of the water onto another rock shelf. He climbed up beside me and pulled me up against him. I put my arms around him with my hands on his buns. There, that wasnt so bad, was it? he asked. It hadnt been bad for me but I knew it had been for him. His body below his waist felt like ice. I could feel a hard little protrusion against my stomach. I was glad hed carried me. I pulled his head down and held him while I kissed him. Thank you, Brad, I said. He pushed me away and turned back to the creek. Wait here and Ill go get my backpack and our clothes, he said. I still didnt know where we were going so of course I waited. He was slow and careful going back and I got to watch his tight little butt disappear under water. When he got to the other side, he put on his backpack again and then slung the plastic bags around his neck. I watched this time as his frozen little dick and balls disappeared under the water. He was back with me in a couple of minutes. OK, its easy from here on, he said. He took my hand and we walked carefully upstream along the rock shelf, just a foot or so from the creek beside us. Wed gone just a short distance when I saw a crack in the wall ahead of us. As we got closer, I could see there was an opening to one side leading upward. We had an easy climb up through the opening and finally reached level ground again. I could see an open area a short distance away that looked like a huge almost-flat rock with only a little vegetation growing in places on it. I could see bright sunlight on the rock and what looked like little patches of red scattered around on it. Is this it? I asked. Yeah, he said, this is the dragons nest. Youll see why in just a minute. He led me out of the trees and onto the flat rock. It was huge. The rock l0oked like one formation except for occasional cracks in it, all leading toward the creek. In some of the cracks, there were bushes or little trees growing. All over the rock, in depressions, there were spots of something that was bright red. There must have been hundreds of them. Brad dropped our clothes and then the backpack and held my hand while we stood and looked around. The landscape was like nothing Id ever seen. It was beautiful in a strange sort of way. I hugged up against his side and he put his arm around my shoulders and we stood there naked for a few minutes, just looking at everything. Do you want to put your clothes back on? he asked. I think youll be warm enough in your shorts and shirt. Youll need your boots to walk on the rocks. Do we have to? I asked. No, I guess not. If youre comfortable like this, Ill be OK when I get warm again. I looked down at his dick. It was drawn up so small it looked like it belonged on an old statue. His balls were pulled up close to his body in one neat little package. He saw where I was looking. Youre cute, I said. Thanks, he said. If you tease me about it, you can get back across by yourself. Would it really be OK if we just stayed like this? I asked. Do you think well be the only ones here? Yeah, I think so. Its not on any of the park maps and its too hard to get to if you dont know the shortcut. The only other way to it is a hard walk over rough terrain for a couple of miles. We just found the shortcut by accident when we were wading up the creek. The water was a lot lower that day. We put our socks and boots back on and Brad put his backpack and the bags with our clothes on a little rise where we could watch them. He took out his cell-phone and put it on top of everything else. He held my hand and led me to one of the little red pools. This is the dragons blood, he said. When the dragon was wounded, he hurt so bad he swung his long neck around and threw drops of blood all over the rock. Every spring you can see them for a month or so. I looked close at the little depression and saw that the red stuff was a mat of the tiniest flowers Id ever seen just a roughly-circular area of blood-red little flowers. Its beautiful, I said. What is it? I dont know, he said. I dont think anybodys ever decided what it is. Its something like the lichens around here. Youll see every-color lichen under the sun on the rocks. This stuff just grows in all the depressions, never out on the rocks. The depression has a little soil in it and the stuff grows in that. It blooms in the spring and turns dark in the summer. In the winter it looks like sand. We walked around on the rock for a while looking at the pools of dragons blood and the other lichens on the rocks. There were so many different kinds and colors and they were all beautiful when you looked closely at them. At one place I heard water running and gurgling. Wheres the water? I asked. Brad pointed. Its running down that long crack in the rock over there. It comes out of the ground over there he pointed again and runs down the crack to the creek. The rock goes back under the ground in all directions from here and it probably keeps rainwater from seeping further down. That makes the water run out on the rock in lots of different places around the edges. We walked over to the place where the water was running. It was just a big crack in the rock, big enough to fall into it and the water was about five or six feet down. It was so dark in the crack I could hardly see anything. Beside the crack I saw another depression that had water in it. I looked and saw that the depression was actually a circular hole a few feet across going down in the rock. Whats this? I asked. Thats where the dragons eggs are, he said. Would you like to see one? I said I would. He went over to his backpack, untied something that was rolled up at the bottom of the backpack, and carried it back. When he unrolled it, I saw it was an old blanket with U. S. Army stenciled on it. These old wool blankets wear like iron, he said. Ill bet this one is fifty years old and theres no telling what its been used for. It smells pretty bad when it gets wet. He folded the blanket in half and put it down with one end close to the hole. He lay down on his stomach on the blanket and stuck his arm down in the water. It was clear but as soon as he put his arm in it became muddy. He lay there with his arm in the water for a minute or so, looking up at me and grinning. Finally he got up and held out his hand to me. There was a perfectly-round rock about the size of a tennis ball in it. Dragons egg! he said. Brad, its a rock. Yeah, but how many times have you seen one as round as this? This is a genuine dragons egg. OK, if you say so. Here, let me show you, he said. He laid down and put his arm down the hole again. He started bringing out rocks of various sizes but all of them almost round. They ranged from baseball size down to marble size. And they were all rocks. He put them around the edge of the hole and I guess they could have been dragons eggs. How do they get in the holes? I asked. When the rain is heavy, the crack cant carry off all of the water. It runs over this area of the rock and over all these holes. The park rangers say the water probably swept some rocks into a depression and they got trapped and were swirled round and round. That eventually deepened the depression into a hole and smoothed the rocks into round balls; neat, huh? He used his foot to push the eggs, one by one, back in the nest. Then he led me around and showed me that the only place the holes were found was near the crack. After he showed me, I could see how the rock surface had been smoothed and there was no debris in the area near the crack. He said theyd traced down the crack and found all sorts of rocks and other stuff that the water had swept down to the creek when it overflowed the crack. We walked back to where wed left our clothes and he pulled his watch out of his backpack. Its a few minutes after twelve, he said. Are you hungry? Yes, but I think Id better get out of the sun for a while. I dont want to get blistered. OK, you get the blanket and Ill carry the rest of the stuff. Well find us a shady place somewhere around the edge of the rock. It took a few minutes but we did find a shady area under some huge old trees at the edge of the rock. The sun and warmth had felt good for a couple of hours but I was ready to relax in the shade for a while. Brad spread the blanket for us, then sat down, and I sat down with him. He took off his shoes and socks so I followed his example. It was nice to be there with him, sprawled out on the blanket in the shade with the breeze blowing through the trees. Would you do one more thing with me before we eat? he asked. You know I will, Silly, I answered. Not that. I want us to sit up, side by side, like those Buddhist guys do when they meditate. I want you to close your eyes and listen. To what? I dont know. Just whatever. He sat up and tried to fold his long legs up. I folded mine up and then put them in the lotus position. He looked at me and tried to do it too and then gave up. He shut his eyes, still grinning, and I shut my eyes too. We sat there for a few minutes before he said anything. What do you hear? Lots of stuff. Tell me. I hear birds, all kinds of birds. I hear water running. I hear the wind moving through the trees. Do you hear the squirrel? No, where? In the tree above us. I listened for a minute or so and then heard a funny noise. There, thats him. Hes fussing at us. Were under his tree. He wants us to leave. He told you that? Sure. What kinds of birds do you hear? I dont know, Brad. Just birds. I heard crows in two different directions, a blue jay, a cardinal, and, I think, a mocking bird. They imitate other birds so Im not sure. Theres one bird to our left thats looking at you. How do you know that? Because hes saying pretty, pretty, pretty. He sees you. I listened carefully for a minute and I did hear one bird repeating its call, three or four times, then resting, and then repeating it again. Silly, thats not what hes saying. It is too! Its not. Hes a Southern bird. Hes saying purty, purty, purty. Well, anyway, I think hes looking at you when he says it, he said. Lets eat and then Ill tell you why I wanted you to come with me, OK? Brad had told me not to worry about what wed eat and drink during the day. He said hed bring the same thing he did when he hiked and I could try something different. It wasnt really that different; it was just plain and simple. We had bread with cheese, nuts, dried fruit, and, for dessert, two navel oranges. He brought a gallon of water in one of the plastic bags he used when he hiked and he held the bag for me to drink out of it. He showed me how he could push his thumb in the stem-end of the orange and then peel it with his thumb and fingers in just a minute or so. I got orange juice on my breasts and he said hed clean it off for me. When we were finished, he opened the plastic bags with our clothes and pulled them out. He picked up my boots and stuffed them in my jeans, one down each leg. He put them at the edge of the blanket and then put my other clothes on top. What are you doing? I asked. Im making you a pillow. You can lie down on the blanket and put your head on this. Im sorry I didnt bring you a real one. I watched as he did the same thing with his boots and jeans and put his pillow beside mine. Are we going to take a nap? We can if you want to. Id like to talk a little bit first, OK? Of course, what did you want to talk about? Us. Us? Just us? Thats all? Yes, Arial. Be serious. This is important. You need to listen to me and then think about what I say. OK. I can be serious. I lay down on the blanket with my head on the pillow. Brad leaned, propped on one arm, looking at me. He had his usual silly grin on his face. I couldnt help but smile at him. I put my hands together on my tummy and shut my eyes. Let him look! F0r a minute or so, nothing happened. Then he put his hand on top of mine and just barely brushed his lips against mine. I opened my eyes and looked into his, just inches away. Arial, I do love you, he whispered. Youre so beautiful. I cant believe how lucky I am. I feel the same way, Brad. I hope we can always be together. He pulled back so that his face was just above mine. His eyes were locked on mine. Theres something Ive got to ask you, Arial. I dont want to but Ive got to. What? Luke was your first, wasnt he? I looked in his eyes, thinking about what to say. I couldnt think of anything Id said or done which would have led him to guess. I couldnt believe anybody else would have told him. I knew I had to be honest, no matter what. Yes, I nodded. He kissed me very lightly just on the tip of my nose. Are your parents still going down to bring Rachael and the babies back? I think you said they would sometime soon. Yes, in just a couple of weeks. Luke will come with their car when the movers leave. Theyre moving in with the Andersens for a while. Hows everything going to be when they move back here, I mean between us? The same as theyve been since last December, Brad. No different except maybe better. Do you love him? he asked. I had to think for a few seconds about that. Yes, Brad. I love him. Im not ashamed of that. Ill always love him. But I dont love him like I love you. I thought I did but I dont. I can live the rest of my life without him without crying. I dont want to live the rest of my life without you. Do your parents know? Yes, they know. It happened last August when we all went to the cabin with the Andersens. Will you tell me about it, just enough so Ill know how to handle it when were around him and Rachael? Not now, just sometime soon? Yes. But please dont worry about it. Ive told you how he came to live with us and how hes almost like an older brother to me. Please dont hate him. Dont even think like that, Arial. It happened before you ever knew me. Just like something happened to me with Holly before you ever knew me. You dont hate her, do you? No, Im not jealous. I dont hate her. You were still a virgin to me, Arial. I hope I was that way to you. I sure as hell didnt know much about making love with a woman. I had no idea I could feel this way about someone. There was something under the blanket that was sticking in my back. I sat up, stretched, and then pulled by legs up in the lotus position again. Brad didnt even try it. He moved to the other end of the blanket and sat up too, legs bent, leaning forward with his arms on his knees. I couldnt help but smile. He didnt look like an old statue anymore. His balls were hanging down between his legs so low they were resting on the blanket. His dick looked soft and full and it was hanging almost down to the blanket too. He saw where I was looking and looked down between his legs. Youre still cute, I said. Show me yours, he whispered. I leaned back, spread my legs like his, and tilted my pelvis so he could see my pussy. He looked at it and finally up at my face. Youre still beautiful, he said. You are too, Brad. You might not think you are but youre beautiful to me. Everything about you His eyes locked on mine again and I wondered what he was thinking. Theres something Ive got to tell you, Arial. I dont want to but Ive got to. Youve been honest with me and Ive got to tell you about it. What? Im afraid to tell you. I dont want you to stop loving me. Silly, what could you have done thats so bad you cant tell me? It cant make me stop loving you. A couple of years ago, when I was fifteen, I had I dont know what youd call it, I had another guy and I had sex with each other for a while. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Four As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 33 in story, 26 in flashback Siobhan Stuart, 32 in story, 25 in flashback Kavan Stuart, 6 in story Arial Stuart, 5 in story Kerry Stuart, 5 months in story TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart (KIERAN) Dad, whats fuckin around mean? Kavan asked in a loud voice. I had showered with him and Arial while Siobhan got Kerry ready for sleep. I was sitting on the commode, still naked, while I dried Arials hair. She was standing in front of me between my widespread knees, facing me, still naked and warm and fresh from the shower. I had the hairdryer in one hand and a brush in the other, drying and untangling her golden silk-like hair. I had the lid of the commode down and my dick and balls were right in front of Arial. She was looking down at them and giggling and reaching out with one little finger to touch my distended dick. I was pretending to swat her hand away. The shower was easily large enough for the two kids and me and they liked to shower with me. I usually shampooed their hair first, then scrubbed their bodies, and then let them play while I took my bath. Id been trying to get them to learn to wash themselves and they would do a halfway decent job on their front and leave the back to me. Almost every time Kavan washed his little sprout, hed pull back his foreskin and rub it with the soapy cloth until he got an erection. I always told him to wash behind his ears and he knew I meant to skin his dick back and wash under his foreskin. Arial usually enjoyed his performance. She was even learning to wash between her legs and I suppose I was glad. I felt guilty somehow if I washed her there and she seemed to enjoy it too much. Funny, it didnt bother me if Kavan loved me to touch his genitals but I was uncomfortable when Arial did too. Tonight the two little trouble-makers had wanted to bathe me. I sat on the shower floor while they shampooed my hair, hoping Id still have hair when they finished. They werent too rough on my face except for getting soapsuds up my nose. They made me lift my arms and they each scrubbed one with a soapy cloth and then moved down on my chest. When they told me to stand up, I thought Id better finish but theyd insisted. I should have known what theyd try to wash first. Arial wrapped her little hand around my dick and told Kavan to wash behind my ears. I couldnt help but grin when he wrapped his hand around it too, slid the foreskin back, and they both started giggling. After a minute or two, they both dropped their soapy cloths as well as any pretense of just washing and used their hands to play with my dick and balls. I almost stopped them when I started to get an erection but then I decided to let them do what they wanted to. Siobhan and I had talked more than once and concluded that wed try to be honest with them when it came to anything sexual. And so I let them see what a mans penis looked and felt like when it was hard. Besides, I was having as much fun as they were. When it was pointing outward and upward, I moved under the shower and rinsed it off and then let them get a good look at it. Kavan said Wow and Arial echoed him, Yeah, wow. I chased them out of the shower and then turned the water on cold for a few seconds. I dried myself while they both struggled with towels and then I finished drying them and the floor. Arial knew the routine so she moved between my legs when I reached for the hairdryer and brush. When I made a circular motion with my finger, she turned around with her back to me. Kavan was sitting up on the counter beside the bathroom sink, still naked, his legs bent knees upward, elbows resting on knees, hands cradling his face. He looked like a leprechaun with red spikes from the gel Id let him rub on his hair. Between his thighs, his little sprout was still distended from the scrubbing hed given it when the three of us were showering. His little pouch with two marbles was hanging loose between his thighs. Arial seemed to be staring at Kavans display of his male equipment. I gently slapped her on her beautiful little butt and she turned and flashed a smile at me. The slap was my routine signal that I was through with her hair and she could go help her mother get Kerry to sleep. I assumed Siobhan was giving him his usual nightly feeding. Kavan and Arial loved to sit and watch Kerry nurse at their mothers breasts. Of course, I did too. I knew Id miss it when she weaned Kerry. Some nights, if he didnt fall asleep while nursing, Siobhan would let Arial hold him and rock him to sleep. She skipped out of the bathroom. Where did you hear that, Son? I asked when she was gone. Jimmy said it. He said his Mom and Dad were yelling at each other. She said his Dad was fuckin around with another woman and she was going to kill him. That wasnt exactly news to me. Jimmy was a neighborhood kid Kavan played with occasionally. Jimmys parents were well known to have a troubled marriage and Siobhan had told me shed heard rumors of infidelity. Fucking is a word some people use to describe what a man and a woman do when they make love with each other, Son, I said. When you and Arial came in our bedroom a couple of months ago, you saw me and your mother making love. I explained it to you then. Its what we do when we want to show our love for each other. Some people call it fucking but I dont think thats a good word for it. When you had your dick in Moms pussy thats fucking? he asked, still with brows wrinkled in confusion. When you asked your Mom about it I think you asked why I had my penis in her vagina, I said. Yeah, I know. I just get confused sometimes. I dont understand why Im sposed to call it her gina. You said it was OK to call it a pussy or a cunt sometimes too. And your penis is a dick and a peter and a prick and lots of other names too, I added. I dont know why its called by so many names, Kavan. Your knees always your knee. It doesnt make sense to me either. He giggled. And sometimes you call it my sprout. And its your spout when you pee, I said. Like the spout on Moms teapot. He giggled again and then the frown returned. So if Jimmys Dad is fuckin around with another woman, hes putting his dick in another womans pussy, not just in Jimmys Moms pussy? Yes, if hes actually fuckin around, thats what hes doing. And she might kill him for doing it? I didnt like the way our conversation was going but I thought it best to keep on being as honest as possible with him. No, I dont think she really meant that. Shell be very angry and hurt but I dont think shell kill him. Sometimes it destroys the love that two people have for each other. Sometimes it causes them get a divorce and they separate and go different ways. He sat on the counter, elbows on raised knees, looking at me. I sat on the commode, elbows on knees, leaning forward, looking at him. I wondered why he seemed to be so troubled by what hed heard. Are you fuckin around with another woman, Dad? he asked finally. I smiled at him, realizing what was bothering him. No, Son, Im not. You know I always try to be honest with you; dont you? Yeah. Well, since the first day I saw your Mother, Ive never made love to any other woman. I love her too much to hurt her, Son. He sat looking at me again, not saying anything, just looking, and I wondered what he was thinking about. Please dont do anything to hurt her, Dad, he said. I love both of you. I dont want you to vorce from her. I held out my arms to him. He slid down and almost threw himself at me. I wrapped my arms around him. Son, I whispered in his ear, I made a commitment to your Mother before we got married. I promised to love her for the rest of my life and to have children and grandchildren with her. Trust me. Shes given me three children. Ill still be with her when you and Arial and Kerry make her a grandmother. He gave a big satisfied sign and wrapped his arms tighter around my neck. <><><> It was my favorite time of the day any day - when all three kids were in bed for the night and Siobhan and I were alone with each other. I was stretched out on the bed still naked, propped on pillows, hands resting on my stomach, dick resting on my balls which were resting on my thighs, watching her. She was still naked too, brushing that glorious red hair of hers. It was cut much shorter now than it was when we married but it was still beautiful. Sometimes I loved to brush it for her; sometimes I loved just to watch her do it. She finally managed to restore order to chaos and get the tangled strands to fall in soft natural curls. With her arms lifted, her breasts were raised and as beautiful as ever to me, even if the strawberry nipples were darker now. Her breasts were larger and heavier and faintly laced with blue veins now that she was nursing Kerry. The hair on her mound was curly too especially when untrimmed. Tonight I could see two almost-circular curls on each side. I loved to use my thumbs to part the red hair down there so I could get my tongue in her. She put down the brush and reached for the night-time nursing bra with pads inside to catch any overflow. Could you wait a while to put that on? I asked. She looked at me, a touch of a smile on her lips. What do you want, little boy? she asked. I dont think Kerry left you anything tonight. Thats OK. Im glad hes got such a good appetite. Im hungry for something else. Oh, whats that? Come to bed and Ill show you. Did the kids get you all hot and bothered in the shower? She told you? Yes. Is it OK? I feel kind of guilty letting them see me and touch me like that. Its OK. They saw it a couple of months ago anyway, when they caught us making love. They seem comfortable when were all naked together. If its OK for them to see your dick when its soft, I dont see what itll hurt if they see it hard once in a while. I think its going to be a little difficult to raise these kids, I said. Letting them see us naked and trying to be honest about sex. It seemed like it would be so simple when we first got married. Did Kavan ask you what fucking around meant? she asked. Yeah, he did. Did you put him up to it? Not really. He asked me when we came back from the playground. I didnt want to answer him in front of Arial so I told him to ask you. Well, he asked it in front of Arial anyway. I waited until she left before I answered him. Why did he want to know? Whered he hear something like that? I told her about my conversation with Kavan and how Id tried to handle the situation, assuring him that I wasnt fucking around too. What he really wanted was assurance that youd be here for him, you know. He probably thought that if Jimmys father got killed for it, you would too if you were doing it. He wanted to know you wouldnt be killed and he would always have you for love and security. Youre probably right. Anyway, I think he understands Ill never fuck around with another woman as long as I live. Dont say that, Kieran. If something happened to me, Id want you to find another woman. I wouldnt want you to have to live alone, especially if the kids were young. Dont even talk about something happening to you. I dont want to think about that, I said. I made a commitment to you and I dont intend to break it. Kieran, we made a commitment to love each other, to have kids and then grow old together, and watch our kids give us grandkids. I dont expect you to have sex with nobody but me for the rest of your life, especially if Im not around. Oh, youre going to bring me home an eighteen-year old girl some day, a cute little virgin, and let me teach her how to make love? Sure, when you bring me an eighteen-year old boy virgin and I get to teach him? Damn, would you really do it? I dont know, Kieran. Lets quit being silly. The thought of teaching an eighteen-old virgin about sex must have registered with my dick. It began to swell and elongate on my thigh. I suppose Siobhan saw the change. She looked at my face, then downward at my dick, and then back at my face. Do you remember what it was like the first year or two we were married, before I got pregnant with Kavan? she asked. When I used to wear that night-gown, that ivory-colored one you liked so much and youd get so serious when you took it off me? Yeah, I remember. It was always the same. I always felt like you were too beautiful and I didnt deserve you and my heart would almost beat out of my chest when I was getting you naked. And now its just the same old woman every night; isnt it? she asked. She was grinning and I knew she was teasing me. She could never be like the same old woman to me. I remember one special time, I said, when we came back from my uncles funeral. When we got home, I wanted you so much. I dont know what Ive have done if I couldnt have made love with you. Do you remember what I told you just before we went to sleep? Yes, especially that, I said. That was when you told me about your most memorable sexual experience; wasnt it? she asked. Was it really that memorable? Yes, it was. Time doesnt dim some memories. I remember it well. She smiled. She knew where that line came from. Wed seen the movie together before we married. I loved all the old movie musicals and Gigi was one of my favorites. <><><> Before we married, I tried to imagine what our life together might be like. Now, a year later, the reality of it was so much more than I ever imagined it would be. I never ceased to marvel at what my life was like. Simply getting ready for bed with her was always wonderful. Then being in bed. "Kieran, would you tell me a bedtime story?" Siobhan asked. "Tell me about the most memorable sexual experience you've ever had." She was in an ivory-colored nightgown, brushing her hair, that beautiful red hair, before coming to bed. Her hair had been long since I first met her, down to her shoulder blades on her back, down to her breasts in front. Whenever she wanted to cut it short, I pleaded with her to keep it long. I promised to shampoo it and then brush it whenever she wanted. She soon learned how erotic the experience was for me. She turned to look at me. Her face was beautiful even with a dusting of freckles all over, lightest on her forehead and heaviest on her cheeks and nose. She wore makeup at work to cover the freckles. She left it off when she was alone with me. I always felt privileged to see her real beauty. I couldnt understand why she covered it up from others. She saw me looking at her face and opened her red lips in a smile. I could never understand why she put on lipstick whenever we went out together. More and more she was willing to wear just a light gloss with little or no color in it. None was needed. Her smile always revealed her upper teeth. She thought her two front teeth were too large and made her look like a rabbit. I thought they were perfect for her beautiful mouth. She pursed her lips, like a rabbit, and I smiled at our private joke. Her eyes were sparkling as usual. I could never decide whether they were more blue or more gray. The color seemed to change depending upon the light or upon her mood. When she came out of the bathroom, I was stretched out of the bed, wearing just short pajamas that I knew would probably end up under the bed again. Before she put on her nightgown she stood in glorious nudity and lifted her arms to her hair. While I watched, she used a small towel to dry it. Her breasts, uplifted by the movement, were small soft mounds so perfect there was no crease underneath them. The small circles capping them were the same light red color as her lips. The redder pointed peaks were always an invitation to my lips. I could never understand why she felt her breasts were too small. They were a perfect fit for my mouth and hands. While she stood like that, arms up, hands on her hair, I enjoyed my visual feast. Her hip measurement was more than her breast measurement and she had complained once that her butt was too big. All I saw was a woman, with wider hips to give birth to our children. The hair on her Mound of Venus was the same fiery red as that on her head. It always seemed to curl from each side toward the middle. I teased her that it was trying to cover up the place where she kept her pearl. She knew I could part it with my tongue and find her pearl anyway. I offered no protest when she put on her nightgown. I knew Id have the pleasure of taking it back off shortly. She sometimes put it back on during the night. I waited for her to let me help in completing her nightly ritual. She turned on her hair dryer and tossed her red mane around in the stream of air. When she stopped and asked me the question, I knew what my reply would be. I watched until she stopped and brought me her hairbrush. It was what I had been waiting for. More and more she was comfortable with us together in the nude. We spent part of each weekend without clothes, reading together, doing crossword puzzles, listening to music. I especially liked it when we could act like two monkeys, as she called it, and groom each other. I learned to shave her legs. She learned to scrub my back and help me get rid of the occasional clogged pores that had plagued me there since puberty. I learned to shampoo her hair and then blow it dry while brushing it. On one hand, I wanted her to be so comfortable with me that shed never bother with clothes when we alone together. On the other hand, I loved the pleasure of putting one hand under her nightgown and exploring her body before I finally removed the gown. I think she was the same way with me. She loved to play with my dick and balls while they were covered by my shorts. She always acted surprised when she found something big and hard sticking out. "I cant think of the one thats the most memorable, Siobhan, I finally answered. Thereve been so many. So many women. I don't know how to choose," I teased. "Could I encourage you? If I promise to give you something in return? Like an even more memorable experience?" "Well, once when I was a young man, I spent an afternoon making love, or perhaps I should call it lust, with a woman who was just as hungry for me as I was for her. Would you like to hear that one? Is there lots of sex in it? Sure. It couldnt be memorable if it didnt have lots of sex in it. <><><> We were already lovers before that afternoon. But we hadnt made love for almost two weeks. We had just made a long tiring trip together. With her period and the funeral, neither of us was in the mood. As we entered the house, the summer air was hot and humid, awaiting the coming of an afternoon thunderstorm. The windows were down and the door to the bedroom was closed. I left the door open and raised the windows, trying to catch some movement of the air. I could have turned on the air conditioner but I wanted to hear and see the storm when it broke. We were both tired and hot from the trip. I could feel a small trickle of sweat running down the hollow of my back until it disappeared into my pants. I could see a faint, moist sheen on her face. She stood at the foot of the bed, looking around with obvious relief, just to be alone at last. With both hands, she pulled the comforter off the bed, leaving only the pillows on the cool cotton sheets. I went toward her and cupped my hands around her face and kissed her, an open-mouthed wet kiss, feeling the first faint rousing of desire. She put her arms around my waist, her hands curling around to my buttocks, and pulled my crotch close against hers. I knew that here in this bed, in the space we were going to make sacred with our love, every thing was going to be perfect. I unbuttoned her shirt and stripped it and her brassiere off her. She kicked her shoes into a corner. As she bent to unbuckle her belt, her hair fell down over her naked breasts, a tangle of curly red hair against the cream-colored mounds of her breasts. Something about the movement, the bent head, her hands loosening the tightness around her waist, unzipping her pants, went right to my brain or perhaps my groin. I pulled her pants and underwear down together, and she stepped out of them. I went down on my knees in front of her, burrowing my head in her belly, moving toward the red triangle between her thighs, licking her and kissing her. "I can't wait for it any longer," she whispered. She was holding my head, pressing me against her and then pushing me back. "Come. Get in the bed with me," she said. I had my own clothes off in a second. I pushed her back on our bed so that she was lying at the very foot of it. I pulled her legs apart and looked at her naked vulva and the way it was breathing, moving, the red hair on the mound above shining, the pink lips below glistening. She put her fingers there and pulled her pussy open for me. Why do you look at me like that? she said. I havent had time to shave between my legs in the last month. Im all hairy down there. Yes, you are, and, damn, I do love it. Youre always beautiful to me, Siobhan, even your hairy pussy. Looking at her, my dick was hard almost instantly. I stood over her, holding it with one hand, slowly stroking it, while she looked at it hungrily. "I want you inside me." she said. I looked at her face and it seemed for a second too exquisite to be human, just as her pussy seemed too savage, too animalian, too secretly different from all the rest of her to be human. We moved back on the bed together, rolling over, kissing and rubbing against each other naked. I went down on her again, spreading her legs wide. This time she didn't resist but she couldn't keep still. She started thrashing under me. I was licking and kissing and driving my tongue into her pussy, parting the silky red hair and licking the pink inner lips and the hard bump of her clitoris until she was going absolutely crazy. She pulled at me again and told me to get on top of her. I turned around and changed our positions, with her on top of me, with her pussy only inches away from my mouth. I felt her mouth take hold of my dick. One of her hands was cupped around my testicles and the other around the base of my dick while her mouth moved up and down on the head. She pulled down on the skin around the base, putting an exquisitely-painful tension on the head when she sucked on it. My dick seemed to me to be larger than ever before, almost bursting with the blood being pumped into it. She took it deep into her mouth, almost into her throat, and I wondered how much of it she could get into her. As if she had read my thoughts, she lowered her head once again, taking it deeper than before, and gagged as the head went into the back of her throat. She stopped moving for a moment, breathing deeply, and then resumed, this time taking less of it into her mouth. She quickly found a way to make her efforts even more unbearable. She began to suck strongly on the head of my penis with each down stroke, bringing her tongue into contact with the sensitive glans, sliding her tongue around and around the rim each time her mouth left my dick. I plunged into her pussy, stroking the depth of it with my tongue, really wet with her, saturated with her. With my tongue pressed flat against her, I licked the soft inner lips of her vagina, smelling and tasting each time the aroused-woman fragrance of her secretions. With my tongue pointed, I sought out the hard protrusion of her clitoris and circled it again and again. I even stuck my tongue out as far as possible and used it like a small penis to penetrate her. At first she held herself above me and I had to bend my neck to bring my lips and tongue into contact with her. As I continued, she seemed to relax, to melt, to flow downward onto me until my head was resting on the bed and her pussy and thighs pinned me there. I felt that I had entered an altered state of consciousness, a state of such sexual arousal that I knew I couldnt endure it much longer. My heart was pounding and I was breathing in huge gasps each time I took my mouth away from her. Suddenly, I felt her hips thrust against me, her delicious little pussy contracting, this little mouth of hers shuddering over my mouth. It went on and on and I could hear her moaning as she sucked harder on the glans of my dick. She came with a chain reaction of contractions and I knew I was on the verge of coming too. Quickly she reversed her position and, with strength I would not have believed possible yanked me on top of her. She pulled my face to hers and her open mouth sought mine. My face was covered with a mixture of her lubrication, my saliva, and our sweat. Her lips felt bruised and swollen. She reached down between our bodies groping for my dick. She held the wet head against the opening into her and it seemed that her pussy somehow sucked my dick completely into her. I savored the feeling for a moment or two, knowing that at any moment I was going to explode inside her. I withdrew until the head of my dick was just inside her and then returned it to the depths. Quickly I lost all consciousness of restraint, plunging into her with long, hard strokes, feeling my orgasm building and growing within me. When I came, the instinctive need to deposit my semen as deeply as possible took control. As I poured out spurt after spurt deep within her, I ground my pubic bone against hers and tried with some desperate need to push my whole self into her. About mid-afternoon, I awoke slowly, uncertain about what had brought me out of a deep sleep. We were still resting side by side, like nested spoons, both naked, in the center of the bed as we were when we had gone to sleep. Her buttocks were pressed tight against my stomach and my arm was curved around her waist with my hand holding her breast. Our bodies, wherever they touched, were moist with sweat. I was not surprised to wake with an erection; it happened often at night and early in the morning. But this time, my erection was held between her thighs, warm and moist except for the head which protruded further. As I became more alert, I realized that something, some action or touch had awakened me. My curiosity was aroused. Whatever it was, it had stopped. I lay quietly for a moment, waiting, pretending to be still asleep. Then I felt her touch, so soft as to be almost not there. Her finger brushed against the head of my penis as she slid it into the space between her pussy and my dick. I could tell from the touch that she had inserted her finger deep enough into herself to reach the syrupy juices there. She withdrew it and then moved it in a slow circular pattern around her clitoris. Then, still slick with the lubrication, she reached down to my penis, to the very sensitive area just under the head and repeated the same slow circular rubbing. She repeated the pattern: inserting one finger for lubrication, rubbing her sensitive spot, then mine. Again. And again. I felt as though I had discovered some deep private secret of hers and my dick became even harder, throbbing with each beat of my heart. I wondered if she knew I was awake while she did this and then I realized that she either knew or wanted me awake and that she wanted me again with a sexual hunger as great as my own. "I want to fuck you," I whispered into her ear. "I didn't say I wanted to make love to you or with you. All I said was that I want to fuck you. It's what I want. And its fucking, not making love that I want. This time I don't care what you want. If you get yours, that's all icing on the cake. But what I want is my meat and potatoes." She pressed her soft buttocks against my stomach, placed the palm of her hand under my dick, and pulled it against her pussy. I pulled away from her. I rose up on my knees. "Turn over on your stomach and put your ass in the air. I want to fuck you from behind." She rolled over on her stomach, her face hidden in the pillow, but with her legs tight together. I realized then that she might have misunderstood my intentions. "Don't be afraid. The only thing I want is my dick in your pussy, as hard, as long, and as deep as I can get it." She slowly began to lift the middle part of her body, keeping her head on the pillow, spreading her legs wide, exposing herself to me as never before. Her soft rounded buttocks separated, revealing the puckered opening there and the fine red hairs there and around the sides of her pussy. The late afternoon sun poured through the open window onto our bed and over us, directly onto the offering she was making to me. The opening into her looked small, as though it would be unable to hold my dick. I quickly moved behind her. With my left hand, I held her by her hip. With my right hand, I encircled my penis and stroked it toward the head a few times. A drop or two of clear lubrication came out and I rubbed it over the head with my finger. I milked it again and again, until the head of my penis and part of the shaft was slippery all over. Only then did I move against her and place the head against the small opening to her vagina. I pushed just the head of my dick into her and was instantly seized with an awareness of the heat and wetness and smoothness of the living flesh which seemed to swallow it so eagerly. She held herself absolutely still, awaiting whatever I wished to do. Very slowly, gently, I began to slide just the head into and out of her, penetrating just a couple of inches, teasing her with it, to see when she would ask for more. She seemed frozen, locked in a state of tension, waiting for something to break. When I felt the first strong contraction of her orgasm on the head of my dick, I knew what she had been waiting for. I held myself still, with just the head inside her, and I rode out the succession of contractions that gradually weakened and died away. At the end, she felt more open, more relaxed to my penetration. I waited for her next move. It wasn't long before she leaned back a little against me so that my penis slid deeper into her. I resumed my slow gentle strokes and, little by little, I began to work it into her. I could feel the deeper recesses open and with each stroke a little deeper than the last I buried my dick in her. Before the last inch of the shaft was hidden, she seemed to pull away, to moan as the head pushed against her deepest recesses. "Does it hurt you?" I asked. "No, it feels too damn good. But I think youve hit bottom." Her answer was muffled by the pillow where she still rested her head. "I'll be slow and easy but I'm telling you now that I don't want to stop until it's in so deep that you can't tell which one of us the balls grow on." I began to use long strokes, sliding it out until just the end of the head held the lips of her pussy slightly parted, and then sliding it in until I felt the resistance at the deepest end. Each stroke seemed to gain a fraction of an inch and to bring forth a low moan from her. Gradually I could feel her pussy loosening and opening and swallowing everything I could give her. So at last I came to the goal I wanted: the front of my thighs against the back of hers and my balls so close to her that I could feel them against the soft mounds on each side of her pussy. She reached back with one hand, holding my testicles, holding me immobile, with my dick buried to the depths in her. With the other hand, she began a series of circular motions around and around on her clitoris bumping the shaft of my penis on each stroke. I felt another succession of contractions as she came again. I said, "Now I'm going to fuck you." <><><> Afterwards, I found cold beer in the refrigerator for both of us. I drank one bottle, standing beside the bed without putting it down. Lying in bed, she drank hers slowly, never as fond of it as I was, but grateful for the cold wetness. I opened a second for me and crawled into our bed with her again. I lay flat on my back, propped up by pillows, beside her. We were both damp with sweat. I reached out with one hand, covering the soft mound of hair between her thighs, my index finger seeking out the opening into her. She was wet and slippery with the combination of our secretions. My finger slid easily into her. She was as hot and juicy as I had ever felt her. "You had better stop before you start something you can't finish," she said. "I'll stop when you tell me you've had enough. I guess I was a little crazy when I finally got it all the way into you. I wanted to split you wide open and at the same time I didn't want to hurt you. I've never seen my dick buried in your pussy like that, from behind. It stretches you so wide, I know it must hurt but all I want is to get it in deeper." "Don't worry about hurting me. If you're slow and gentle like you were this afternoon, I can hold anything you want to give me." She reached out her hand, playing with my balls, holding my dick. It was completely soft now, and it seemed swollen, almost bruised, and tender to her touch. We lay like that, playing with each other, slowly drinking beer. I could smell the combined scent of my semen and her secretions. When I finished the second beer, I knew I had to relieve a full bladder. Her hand, still toying with me, had combined with the beer to cause my dick to swell to a half-hard erection. "I've got to piss," I said. "I think you had better stop playing with that so I can use it for another purpose. I rolled off the bed and started for the bathroom. I was surprised when she followed me. We were both generally relaxed and casual about relieving ourselves. Those were times when one was in the bathroom shaving or something and the other wanted to pee. This time she followed me and leaned against the sink while I stood legs apart over the toilet. In spite of the pressure from all the beer, I couldn't start. I didn't know if it was from the half-hearted erection I had, since I usually couldnt piss until it was relatively soft, or if it was a case of bashful kidneys, an inability to start if someone was watching. She saw my discomfort but waited, still watching me. I stood there, dick in hand, feeling like a fool, but absolutely unable to do anything. "I learned a trick that might help when I was baby-sitting with some little boys once. They were just in the process of being trained. When I took them to the bathroom and stood them up to the toilet, they would sometimes get hard and couldn't pee. Can I show you?" she asked, grinning. I was game for anything. "Sure." "Put both hands on the wall in front of you and lean over the toilet." I did as she said and she stood behind me, holding my dick in her hand. She reached to the sink and turned the water on warm, letting it run slowly. I waited but nothing happened. "Just look at the water running and think about that, nothing else," she said. I tried to do as she said. Then she cupped her hand under the warm water and poured it over my penis. Again, and I felt the urge strengthen. Once more and I began. She held it pointed downward, into the bowl, as though she had done this for herself all her life. I drilled a heavy stream into the water in the bowl while she held it. I thought I would never finish and, with her holding it while I watched, I hoped I never would. Finally I was through. She even shook it gently a couple of times to get rid of the last drops. I was amazed at her performance. "Let me wash it for you," she said, and pulled me to one side, while she sat down on the toilet. She rubbed the soap into lather and then, with just her hands, began to wash my penis and testicles. I stood, legs apart, willing to let her do anything if she just didn't stop. My dick was still in a state of half-hardness or half-heartedness, swollen but with no inclination to stand up. My balls were hanging loose, not drawn up, as they usually were when I was sexually aroused. "I love to play with you like this," she said, as she continued her soft washing. "You've got a beautiful dick, you know. Any woman would like to get hold of one this big, long enough and wide enough to stretch her to the limit. It's got such a beautiful shape. You're a straight arrow, you know. No bends to the side or up or down. Just straight and to the point. And that big, smooth head, I love it." She stroked forward, sliding the foreskin over the head, and then stroked back, watching as it revealed the head again. With her fingertips, she circled and stroked the rim surrounding the head, causing me to shiver involuntarily. "Does that feel good?" she asked. I nodded; I could hardly speak. She reached under with both hands, to play with my testicles, cupping them, rubbing then gently with soapy fingers. "I love your balls, too, you know. It's strange to me, a woman, to think of these things between your legs, always there, hanging, in the way. I'm glad you're not as hairy as most men. I don't want any thing to hide all this from me." All too soon, she reached for a washcloth, wrung it out in warm water, and began to clear away the soap. When the last traces were gone, she looked at my dick as though proud of what shed done and, leaning forward, held it up to her lips for a kiss. She waited for a moment looking for a reaction and when none came she leaned forward again and took the head in her mouth. She sucked as strongly as she could and at the same time pulled her mouth away and grazed the sensitive rim with her teeth. In spite of what we had already done, I felt a renewed surge of sexual desire. My dick lifted toward her. "There!" she exclaimed. She reached for the baby oil, coated her hands lightly, and rubbed it all over me, over my slowly-stiffening penis, my testicles, and the area between my legs. When my dick was standing by itself, without her help, she stood up and still holding it pulled me toward the bedroom. She grinned at me. "That's what I wanted." In our bedroom this time she took charge. She pushed me down on our bed and tugged at me until I lay stretched out in the very middle. She straddled me and tucked an extra pillow under my head. "Now you can watch," she said. "I'm going to fuck you this time." She positioned herself over my middle on her knees with her legs spread wide and lowered her body until her pussy came into contact with the shaft of my dick. Her weight pinned it against my stomach, the head almost at my navel. We both watched as she began to slide back and forth on it, my dick totally outside her, and the distended lips of her pussy exposing her soft inner flesh to my hardness. She slid forward until my dick was hidden behind the bush of her pubic hair and I could feel the hard bump of her clitoris rubbing against the sensitive area under the head. She moved from side to side, head back, eyes closed, lost in her own sensations, leaving me to watch. Then back down the shaft, sliding until I could feel her wetness on my balls. I wanted more than anything to bury my dick in her but I held still and let her have her way. She continued her movements, back and forth, side to side, and my dick grew harder until it was almost painful to have it pinned against my stomach. At length, she looked down and moved back, letting it rise at an angle above my stomach. She raised herself higher on her feet, her legs bent, letting me see her pussy, open, pink, glistening. She held my dick straight up with one hand and began the long delicious slide down. Her pussy was wet, juicy might be an appropriate word to describe it, wet with her own secretions and the dissolved semen from my last orgasm. When my dick was buried to the hilt in her, I could feel a warm flow out of her on my balls and between my thighs. She held herself frozen on me, motionless for a minute or so, face upward, eyes closed, lost in her own sensations. I waited. Finally, she began to lift and lower herself, upward until just the head of my dick was still in her and downward until our combined pubic hair blocked any view of our coupling. She held on to my shoulders, balancing on hands and feet while she moved. With no effort being expended on my part, with the heat and wetness of her pussy, the pleasure of the sensations I felt was indescribable. I lay spread-eagled on the bed, arms out to the side, making no effort to help her, content to let her use my dick for her own pleasure since mine was surely as great as hers. Her strokes quickened and I knew that she was about to come. When she was on top of me her orgasms were totally within her control and she always came with strong contractions that seemed to leave her drained of energy. Now she groaned as she sank down on my dick to the hilt, pressing her pubic bone against mine. I knew that this was the trigger she sometimes used to tip her over the edge into coming. She had described to me once how the feeling of fullness, of being stretched to the limit, with the simultaneous pressure on her clitoris was enough to bring on her orgasm. I held still under her, feeling the contractions around the base of my dick, until she collapsed on top of me, all tension gone out of her body. I decided to take charge and to use her just as she was to bring about my own orgasm. I held her by the hips and lifted her up just enough to give me room to thrust upward into her. I began to slide my dick in and out, meeting almost no resistance. Her pussy was as wet as I had ever known it and loose now, accepting whatever I shoved into her. I held her still, plunging in and out, fucking her with no trace of gentleness or patience. The orgasm I sought eluded me. After coming twice already in one afternoon, the lack of friction in her well-fucked pussy left me short of my goal. I began to pull down on her hips as I shoved upward into her, ramming the full length of my dick into her again and again. Her teeth were fastened on my shoulder and I could feel her biting me. She groaned each time our bodies slammed together. At length, the groans turned into a kind of whimper. Finally, in desperation, I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over on top of her. She started to spread her legs but I stopped her. Without ever taking my dick out of her, I pulled her legs together, with my legs spread over hers. With a couple of short strokes, I knew I had what I wanted. The position limited the length of my strokes but increased the pressure of her vagina on the head of my dick. So I gave her only the head of it, just within the lips of her pussy, slow stroke after slow stroke. I held myself at arms length raised above her, watching each time I slid it into her. She raised herself on her elbows and watched, as fascinated as I with my seemingly-endless search for one more release. I felt her tense the muscles in her legs and buttocks and the pressure on the head of my dick became no longer bearable. I felt the inescapable beginning of my orgasm and I held still and let the last of my semen be poured out just barely inside her. When the last contraction faded, I raised up over her, on my knees, my dick still hard and covered with our combined juices. She reached up with one hand and cupped my testicles. We both watched as one more heavy drop of semen oozed out of my dick and dropped on her stomach just below her navel. She pulled me back down toward her and spread her legs. "Put it back in me," she said. "Let me feel it go soft inside me. Let me hold you." I did as she said, sliding my dick slowly back into the depths of her. Her arms curled around my back and her legs wrapped around mine. I rested most of my weight on her with my stomach against hers, my chest pressed against her breasts, and my cheek against hers. <><><> Siobhan was curled up against me, one leg thrown over mine. She had been silent all the time I had been telling my bedtime story. The cool night air blew in over the bed and over us, taking away the last heat of the day. "You certainly have a remarkable memory for detail. Are you sure it happened just like that or have you been just making it up?" she asked. "You asked for my most memorable sexual experience and now you question whether it was actually that extraordinary and how I can remember it that well?" She looked at me and smiled. "Well, I suppose you should be able to remember it especially since we just did it this afternoon. Now I've got something to tell you that might make it even more memorable." "What did you want to tell me?" I asked. "Remember that you said it was my decision about when we had children, that you were ready any time I was?" "Yes," I whispered. "Well, I stopped worrying about birth control months ago. According to my calculations, my ovaries should have released an egg either yesterday or today. As soon as your little sperm find it, I think you're going to make me a mother." I looked into her eyes, those beautiful blue-gray eyes, and all I could do was smile. <><><> When were old like Maurice Chevalier and Hermione Gingold, do you think well still enjoy what were doing now? Siobhan asked. The movie made it seem like hed forgotten. I just hope were still doing it, I said. Anyway, they werent real lovers. They were just pretending to be. Id rather imagine me as the young French guy and youre the little girl. Who? Louis Jourdan and Leslie Caron, doing it French style. What? Soixante-neuf? "Tish! When you speak French, it drives me wild, Cara Mia!" Oh, Gomez, chacun son gout. Damn, youre gonna make me come. Ae! Ae! Tu as mis une faluche dans mon grille-pain! Shit, what does that mean? I dont know. Just seeing if it would make you come. Oh, fuck! Stop squirming! Im not squirming. You are! Im not, you are. I am not. Youve got it in all the way. Just be still. Its hard. Yeah, I know. I can feel it. I mean its hard to be still. You promised. What? You said youd be still. You said you just wanted to put it in and be close to me without a condom. Well, quit sticking your tongue in my ear and Ill quit squirming. Oh, its all my fault, is it? Yeah, your pussys so hot and juicy and feels so good I think my balls are going to explode. Well, youd better not let anything explode inside me, not unless you want to be a daddy again. Im not ready to be a mommy for the fourth time. Why are we whispering? To keep from yelling? No, seriously. Because Im not sure the kids are asleep. Kerrys a little fretful tonight and I dont want to wake him up. I love it when Ive got my face beside yours and I can smell your hair and feel your cheek against mine. And I love it when I feel your big dick stretching my pussy and your chest mashing my breasts flat but youd better lift up a little or youre going to get the sheets wet with milk. Yeah, well, I love it when I come and squirt a load in your pussy and then you come and your pussy squeezes out the last drop or two of my semen. Dont talk dirty. Thats not dirty. I know. But its sexy and Im horny. I think its time for you to take your dick out and put a condom on it. Do I have to, Mommy? Yes, my little boy, you have to unless you want to be a daddy again. Would you put it on for me, Mommy? Oui, mon petit garcon. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Thirteen As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 35 in story, 20 in flashback; Siobhan Stuart, 34 in story; Kavan Stuart, 8; Arial Stuart, 7; Kerry Stuart, 3 Reverend and Mrs. Steve Willingham, about 45 in flashback; Susan Willingham, 20 in flashback; Steve Willingham, Jr., 18 in flashback TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart <><><> (KIERAN) We moved into our new house in August, just in time for Kavan and Arial to start to school. We had been looking for about a year for a house similar to my parents home but newer and a little larger. The house we found was in a new area of growth, north of the city, on the ridgeline of an elongated hill that was an extension of the mountains farther north. The road ran along the top of the hill and the slopes on each side limited development. The houses were all on unique lots, each suited to the hilltop, and were usually some distance apart. The house was an almost-new sprawling ranch, with three bedrooms and two and one-half baths. From the front, it appeared to be a single story and to have a one-car garage. Huge old hardwood trees were scattered across the front and the lot was lovingly landscaped. From the back of the house, it looked like a two-story house with a deck extending out from the top floor. Two features convinced us to buy the house: it had a full basement with a two-car garage accessible from the rear and it had a good-sized pool in the back yard. I could see only two changes I wanted to have made. I wanted to enclose part of the basement area someday for another bedroom, for Kavan and Kerry, like the one my father had made for Alan and me. And I wanted to have the deck outside the family room covered and screened. With those changes, the place would be perfect for us. We had almost perfect weather for months after we moved, first a long dry Indian-summer period, a couple of cold fronts, and then gradually cooling days and nights. Our first frost was late and at the end of October, the hardwood trees on the hill still had not dropped all of their leaves. The surprise came on a Friday, November 2. The years first bad storm system came up from the south, collided with a cold front from the northwest, and we woke up to a heavy snowfall, the earliest on record. Everything was covered in about six inches of snow. I turned on the television and learned that the local schools were closed. The forecast was for continued snow for the rest of the day, with accumulations of almost a foot. I knew there was no way I could go to work. I called in anyway and learned that the company would be closed until Monday. I was glad to have the unexpected day off. The previous owners of the house had left something in the basement. I knew what we were going to do. We watched as the snow continued to fall heavily all morning. Just before noon it began to taper off and then, shortly after lunch, occasional patches of blue sky peeked through the broken clouds. Siobhan and I bundled ourselves and the kids up and went for a walk in the snow. Neighbors and their kids all along the street were out too and we had a couple of brief snowball fights before we moved on. We went up the street to the crest of the hill, where huge boulders had so far prohibited construction. We could see for miles and it was a real winter wonderland. The driveway beside our house sloped down gently and curved around to the basement garage. I knew it would be perfect. We went back home, warmed up a little, and then I took Siobhan and the kids down in the basement and showed them the sleds. There were four sleds hanging on the wall. They were simple round concave dishes about three feet across with two handles. Kavan and Arial started begging to go sledding; Kerry begged too even though he probably didnt know what his brother and sister were excited about. The kids loved sledding down the driveway but all too quickly they decided it was too easy. When some of the neighborhood kids started sledding down the street from the crest to the flat area in front of our house, we all joined them. A couple of hours later, I reluctantly decided to call it a day. I carried Kerry and helped drag Arial and Kavan, on sleds, to the house. We were all cold, wet, and exhausted but wonderfully alive and happy. I decided it was time to see if all five of us could fit in our Jacuzzi. This was the first place we had lived that had a Jacuzzi. Siobhan and I used it at least once a week. We frequently put all three kids in it to play and to bathe. We had never shared it with them before. We went in the house through the basement and up the stairs to the kitchen. Siobhan told us all to strip and throw our wet clothes in a hamper in the laundry room. I stripped Kerry and let Kavan and Arial take their clothes off. Siobhan and I raced to see who could get naked first. She won and led the parade to our bathroom. I turned on the water and felt an urge to pee when the tub stated filling. I had learned never to start on a trip without telling the kids to go pee. I wasnt about to get in the tub with them without telling them the same thing. Arial didnt need a second invitation. She sat on the throne and tinkled. I looked at Kerry but he was trying to crawl in the tub. Kerry, its your turn. Youve got to pee before you get in the tub. Dont have to. Kavan lifted the seat, held his little sprout with both hands, pulled his foreskin back, and proceeded to noisily foam up the water in the bowl. Kerry, are you sure. Kavan and Arial had to pee. Dont have to. Siobhan took her turn and sat there watching me trying to coax Kerry. I didnt believe him but I wasnt going to argue with a tired little boy. I took my turn and Kerry watched while I foamed up the water in the bowl again. I waited to see if it triggered any response in him but he just watched with no indication of having to go. Siobhan tested the water and decided it was OK. She stepped in, sat down, and held out her arms for Kerry. I picked him up and handed him over to her. Kavan and Arial were in the tub in a flash. I stepped in and sat down in the end of the tub opposite Siobhan. I gotta pee, Kerry said. I shook my head, more than a little irritated by Kerrys behavior. I got out of the tub, picked him up, a little rougher than I should, and sat him down on the pot. He knew I was mad at him. He started crying. I was a little angry but I didnt want to hurt him. I squatted down in front of him and did what I usually do when he cries: I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. That was a mistake. I felt a hot stream against my stomach. Oh, shit. I just held him until he was through peeing. I handed him back to Siobhan, threw a towel over the puddle, and got in the shower. A few minutes later I was back in the tub. We were all warm and relaxed and wrinkled-fingered when we got out. I dried Kerry while Kavan and Arial dried most of themselves. When the kids left the bathroom, Siobhan helped me get dry. From the way she lingered with my dick and balls, I felt she was inviting me to share something with her later tonight. When we left the bathroom, Kerry was in the middle of our king-size bed. He had pushed the comforter down and was covered up to his chest. Kavan and Arial were sitting on the side of the bed. From the expression on their faces, I knew what they wanted. I pulled the comforter and blanket down and Arial crawled in next to Kerry. I knew it was my turn next. After I stretched out in the bed, Kavan crawled in on the outside. Siobhan stood watching - shed seen this before and got in next to Kerry. I lifted my arms and Arial snuggled up to me on one side. Kavan did the same on the other side. I pulled them close to me, Arials head on my left shoulder, her leg over mine, Kavans head on my right shoulder, his leg over mine. I had two hands on two smooth little butts. I took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed. I looked over at Siobhan and she was holding Kerry exactly where he wanted to be, his head up against her breasts. They were all asleep within a few minutes. I was sleepy too but I didnt want to sleep and miss out on holding them. I gave Siobhan a smile and we whispered back forth for almost an hour. Kavan woke up first and rolled out of the bed. Arial sat up and that awakened Kerry. I knew it was time to feed some hungry kids. The house was a little cool so I grabbed some sweats and socks and sent the kids for theirs. Siobhan and I had a moment to ourselves. Thank you for being sweet to Kerry, she said. I almost let my temper show. I dont feel like I was sweet to him. You were. Kavan peed on your head when he was about eight months. Arial got you when she was about a year old. I guess you thought you were going to escape baptism by Kerry. I couldnt help but smile at the memories. Kavan had peed up and over and down on my head. Siobhan had had a hard day with him and I had got up to change his diaper when he cried in the middle of the night. I had taken the wet one off and then reached for a dry one. When I turned back, I thought it was raining on my head. Arial had got me when I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub and picked her up under the arms, about to put her in the tub. I couldnt resist hugging her first. Maybe I squeezed too hard. Hes such a wonderful little boy, I said. Maybe he really is our miracle. I feel bad whenever I get peeved at him but hes a pain sometimes. Ill give you a reward tonight. I brightened at that. I didnt even ask what it was. I just smiled and we finished putting on our socks. I checked the weather report after we ate and got the bad news or maybe it was good that the forecast was for another bout of rain or snow and that it probably would be freezing rain. I didnt mind so much. A day home with the kids in a nice warm house would be a treat. I was thankful we had underground utilities. Wed never lost power yet. We got in a wrestling match in the family room. The kids tried to pin me and I think I let them. I got my revenge. I hadnt shaved since I didnt have to go to work. I used my whiskers and gave Arial a frowzel on her stomach. Kavan got it in his ribs on both sides. I even pulled Kerrys sweats down and frowzeled his butt. I finally decided Id try to quiet them down when it was close to nine oclock. How about we stop and read a while? Have you read all the new books we gave you? Arial and I are reading the new book about sex, Kavan said. Most of its about the same as the others but the drawings and pictures help us figure it out. Theres one drawing we cant understand. I asked him to bring it to me and I would explain it. It turned out to be a cut-away drawing of a man and woman having intercourse, showing their bodies from waist to mid-thigh, with the mans penis in the womans vagina. Theyd read about it before but never seen a depiction. I tried to explain it and I guess they understood. Kavan surprised me. Sometime when you and Mom do it, maybe you could show us, Dad. I had to think on that one. Id been teaching them never to be ashamed of anything about sex. But they were both still a few years from puberty. I didnt know whether we could or not. I looked at Siobhan. She had a big smile on her face. Youre the one who wanted to teach them about sex when they started asking questions. Didnt think youd be asked to demonstrate, did you? Maybe well do that someday, Kavan. I dont think youre quite old enough yet. Now lets read a while before you go to bed. I read a Dr. Seuss book to Kerry. I had been playing a game with him for months with the book. I would read some of the story and then stop with my finger on a certain word. Most of the time now, Kerry would say the word. I didnt really know whether he was reading it or whether he had the story memorized. <><><> Siobhan gave me my reward as soon as we went to bed. It was a new variation of something old. The thermostat was set to drop down ten degrees at ten oclock and she wanted to do it under the covers so shed stay warm. Warm? Damn, she was hot. She made me get up on my hands and knees, legs spread, making a nice warm tent out of the blanket and comforter. I tried to get her to get on top but shed decided what she wanted to do. She moved down almost to the foot of the bed and then made me straddle her head. I heard her say something I couldnt understand. What? I said, dont you dare try to shove it down my throat. Ill rip your balls off if you do. That was all she said. She had a mouthful. I shut my eyes and surrendered. I wondered if this was the way a cow felt when it was hooked up to a milking machine. I was glad she wasnt set for a gallon or more. I spread her legs and let my tongue do the licking. Afterwards we spooned up together in our favorite sleeping positions and talked about the kids and what we were going to do with them on Saturday. I was actually looking forward to being imprisoned with them for a day or two. I was tired but about ready for sleep. Siobhan wasnt. <><><> (SIOBHAN) "Tell me about your first real love affair," I coaxed. "What was she like; what did you feel for her? "I'm not sure whether my first real affair was love or lust. To this day, I don't really know what she felt for me or what I felt for her." "What do you mean?" "It started the fall of my junior year in college. Susan was in two of my classes. She was probably the most intelligent student in either class. She seemed driven to make perfect grades. When my grades were almost as good as hers, she sought me out and suggested we work together. <><><> (KIERAN) I didn't know what to say when she first spoke to me. I had noticed her more than once, even watched her in class. She was tall and thin, always better dressed than the typical student, always in a dress or blouse and skirt. Her clothes seemed to hide her and I couldnt tell what her breasts were like. From what little I had seen, her legs were perfectly shaped. Her hair was long and straight, usually pulled back with a clasp or held in a ponytail. Her neck was long. Her skin was as flawless and clear as porcelain. In profile, her face was sculptured perfection. I suppose I was puzzled at my own reaction to her. When I sat quietly and looked at other girls, I could usually find some feature to turn me on. One girl I saw frequently had a marvelous ass: heart-shaped, if you turned the heart upside down. She had a small waist and full firm hips. I could get an erection just from watching her walk past me. But Susan was a puzzle. In spite of her beauty, she projected an apparent coldness, a seeming lack of sexuality. I tried to find something about her to evoke the usual response in my crotch. Perhaps it was the challenge that kept me looking at her. We found we had the same mid-morning hours free three days of the week and we began to meet in the student center. We soon established a routine. The first one to arrive got coffee for both of us and found an empty table. We usually worked on our assignments until our class, in the hour just before noon. I soon learned that she was a local girl, still living at home. I tried to learn about her family but she was reluctant to talk about her parents. I did learn that her father was a minister in a fundamentalist Protestant church and that they were rather strict in their expectations of her. I also learned that she had a brother, Steve, a couple of years younger than her, in his last year of high school. When I finally met him, I was surprised to find that he looked enough like her to be her twin. Our first date was an early movie, a wild adventure film. At one point, when the hero was again about to lose his life, she grabbed my arm and I put my hand in hers. It was the first time we had touched in any environment that wasn't academic. Her fingers laced through mine and held on. When I moved my leg against hers and lowered my hand so that her hand, still in mine, rested on my leg, she leaned closer to me. Just the touch of her hand on my leg, only inches from my crotch, brought my cock to a swift erection. I tried to will her to take her hand out of mine, to move it a few inches, but instead, I must have pulled her hand toward my goal. She looked first toward my face, a questioning look on hers, and then toward my crotch. I saw a brief flicker of a smile on her face and then she pulled her hand away. Even in the half-dark theater, I felt sure she could see my face shining red with embarrassment. Since she had an eight o'clock class the next day, I took her home early, just barely after dark. She walked me through the house, just long enough to introduce me to her mother and father, and out the back door. A huge oak tree covered one corner of the yard and a swing, large enough for two, hung from one of the branches. We sat quietly, swinging, and finally I took her hand in mine again. I tried to guess what she expected of me. With her parents in the house, I was about to conclude that I would have to settle for a chaste goodnight kiss. As if she had read my thoughts, she stood up and led me behind the tree, so that it sheltered us from the house. "If you don't kiss me, I'll kill you," she whispered. I pulled her against me, my arms around her waist, for a quick touch of my lips against hers. Instead she put her hands behind my head and held me, refusing to let me go. Her lips opened and then mine opened to hers, and I felt her tongue teasing mine. The sensation sent an instant message to my groin and I pulled her against me. She seemed to melt against me and her hands slid down, cupping my buttocks, pulling me even harder against her. I pulled away for a moment and looked at her. Her eyes were wide open, looking into mine, sending an unmistakable signal. I kissed her again, holding her until we were both out of breath. I was beginning to get an erection and I knew she could feel it. Her hands were still cupped around me and she was almost grinding her pelvis against mine. I decided to see how far she would go. I undid the top button on her blouse and put my mouth on the soft flesh where her neck joined her shoulder. At the same time, I reached for one of her hands and pulled it around, between us, rubbing it against my cock. I had worn loose pants, with boxer shorts underneath, and my cock had room to grow. It was a full as it could get while still being held at a downward angle. She pulled away when I turned her hand loose. I decided to press the attack a little more, knowing full well that I was courting disaster, letting my desire take control when we were so close to her house and her parents. I pulled her blouse out of her skirt and reached up behind her back to unhook her bra. She made no protest and, when I slid both hands up in front, to her breasts, she stood frozen, eyes closed. Her breasts were small and firm, barely filling my palms. The nipples were hard and erect. I held her breasts and began kissing her again. She was breathing deeply now. When I stooped down, she pulled my face against her. I pulled up her blouse and sought out one breast with my mouth and sucked on the nipple. I was amazed at the size and firmness of her nipple. With her small breasts, I would have expected her to have small virginal nipples. But hers were large enough to give any baby, or any lover, something to suck on. When I straightened up again, to kiss her again, I brought one hand up between her legs, pulling her skirt up. She spread her legs slightly to let me cup my hand over her mound, with my fingers spread back between her legs. With my other hand, I pulled down my zipper and pulled out my cock, intending to see if I could get her to hold it. She needed no cajoling. She sought it out and wrapped her hand around it. I could feel it growing to full size while she held it. She seemed to be gasping against my mouth. She slid her hand down to the head of my cock and then slowly, squeezing it each time, moved it by stages back down toward the base. She even slid her hand inside my fly and sought out my balls, holding them in her hand for a moment. I could feel the heat and moisture seeping out through the thin fabric of her panties. She was moving against my hand, asking me to touch her. I pushed the fabric to one side and slid one finger between the moist lips. When I found the opening to her, I wondered if she was still a virgin. She was slick, soaked with her own secretions, but still tight, so tight that I could feel her recoil slightly when my finger tried to gain entrance into her. I knew that desire could open her when nothing else could, so I began to stroke her, sliding a finger into the tight opening and then transferring the lubrication upward around her clitoris. When I touched it, she pushed against me. She was holding on to my cock for dear life now, almost causing me pain. I took my hand away momentarily and then slid it down, palm against the smooth skin of her stomach, into her panties. With my middle finger, I stroked her again and again, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible, knowing full well that my own satisfaction, when and if it came, would be even greater with her complete acquiescence. I pressed my hand against her, my finger sliding against her clitoris, the tip just inside her vagina, stroking, pressing, willing her to come. And she did. I felt a series of contractions on my fingertip and felt her body stiffen against mine. When I stuck my tongue in her mouth, she sucked on it with a passion I would never have believed an hour earlier. Her hand had such a grip on my cock that it was almost painful. And at that instant, a light at the back of the house came on. When her mother came out a minute or so later, looking for us, we were sitting in the swing, our clothes back in place, trying to look as innocent as possible. She invited us to come in, asking if we wanted some apple pie she had baked that afternoon. I had to wait a few more minutes, desperately trying to will an erection away, until we could get up from the swing. <><><> A few days later we were studying together when she brought up the subject. "I've never done anything like that before," Susan whispered. I knew instantly what she was talking about. "How do you feel about it?" I asked. "I never thought I could get so hot and want something so much. I don't know what to think." "What you felt is the same thing I felt. It's perfectly normal for both of us to feel that way." "Have you ever," she hesitated, "made love with a woman?" "Yes, I had a wonderful woman to teach me how to make love - before I was sixteen." "I've never done it before." "You still haven't done that much. You've had my cock in your hand. I've had the tip of one finger in you. And you had an orgasm." "I wanted more than your finger in me." I could see that she was blushing. "I've never talked about anything like this with a man before." "I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want, you know. I'm not going to push you or seduce you. I'm willing to wait to see what develops. If you make up your mind you're ready, I'm sure you'll find ways to let me know." She looked down at the table. "I'm still a virgin, you know." "Are you afraid of me? Of what you must do to lose your virginity?" She didn't answer. "Don't be. I promise you, if I'm the first man to make love to you, you'll be ready. You'll want it more than you've ever wanted anything in your life. When it's done, you'll know how right it is - as I did one afternoon. It's as if youd wondered all your life about something and suddenly you know exactly what the answer is and it's miraculous." "I've been thinking about going to a doctor, to get a prescription for the pill." "Therere other means of birth control. If we make love, I'll make sure one of us is doing something to keep you from getting pregnant. "When I held your penis in my hand the other night, it was so hot and so hard. I wanted it in me so bad my stomach ached. I wanted to feel it in me, your flesh inside mine, with nothing between us. I'd hate to have to make love with those rubber things on you." "I've used them a few times. It's not as good for me. I don't know how it is for a woman. "How many different women have you made love with?" "Very few. There was the older woman, just before I was sixteen. She taught me a lifetime of learning in one afternoon. Thereve been a few others since then, a few times with each." "If I go on the pill, would you teach me gradually, without going all the way until I'm sure it's safe?" "What do you want me to teach you? Let your feeling be your guide. You already know everything you need to learn. "When you made me come the other night, I wanted to do the same thing to you. I wanted to see you. I've heard enough shower-room gossip from the girls. I want to use my hand on you to make you come. I know boys do that to themselves. Can you show me how? "Sure. That would be my pleasure." "We can do that to each other, can't we? There's no danger in that. And I've heard of other things men and women do to each other without any danger of getting pregnant." I smiled. "Are you hinting at oral sex?" "Have you ever done it?" "Yes, I've done it to a woman. And I've had a woman do it to me. It's one of the best things in sex, next to..." I waited until she was looking at me. "...Fucking." She quickly picked up her books. "Come on. We'll be late for class." <><><> A few days later, we went for a walk in the neighborhood near her house, just as the last of the twilight was fading. Her father's church, when we came near, was dark, with huge hardwood trees looming over the old building. We had been walking apart, hardly touching, not even holding hands, to try to give anyone who might be watching the impression that we were nothing more than friends. Just as we turned the corner near the side of the church, she caught my hand and pulled me behind the shrubs, into a dark area with steps leading down into a basement door. "Be quiet. There shouldn't be anybody in the church or there would be lights on. This door is kept locked but I borrowed the key." She led me carefully down the steps toward the door, and then fumbled with the key, trying to find the lock. After a moment, she succeeded, and the door swung open into darkness. "Hold my hand and be careful. I know my way in the dark and if you walk behind me, you shouldn't bump anything." She led me through one basement room, into a hallway, and then into another room. I stood still, unable to see anything, and she shut the door. I could hear her sliding a bolt home and I guessed that we were in some room that could be secured from the inside. I waited, wondering what she had in mind. A few feet away from me I could hear her moving, the rustle of cloth, the shuffle of feet. When she found me with her outstretched hand, I reached out to hold her. She was nude. I ran one hand over her shoulder, down her side, to her hip. I held my breath and brought my other hand forward, toward her stomach, and felt the soft down of her pubic hair. I slid it upward and found her bare breasts, the nipples already erect against my palm. She began to unbutton my shirt and I let her strip it off me. As usual, I wore jeans without a belt. Almost as one motion, she unzipped them, pulled the fly apart, and pushed them down over my hips. I kicked my sneakers off and she bent over to pull my jeans off each leg. I still had on my briefs. Her hands sought out my crotch, cupping my testicles, feeling for my cock. I could feel it swell even larger at her touch, straining against the fabric, wanting to be released to come to full erection. "I see my brother, Steve, like this sometimes," she whispered in the darkness. "My parents would probably think we're committing a horrible sin but we tease each other. Sometimes he wears briefs that are as skimpy as any of mine. When there's nobody else home, he'll take a bath and come out of the bathroom with nothing else on, down the hall and even into my room. I've been tempted more than once to pull them down, to see what he has in there that makes such a bulge. Does that shock you?" Her hands continued to stroke me through the fabric of my briefs. "Why do you think he acts like that?" "I think he's as confused as I am. Our father is always preaching in the church about the sins of the flesh. He's said more than once we'd be damned to hell if we do it before we're married. Steve's named after him. He may carry the same name as our father but he doesn't feel the same way about religion. We've talked about sex a little and neither of us feels it's a sin to want to have sex." "Tell me what you do to tease him." "I went in his bedroom once, after a bath, with only a towel on. I pretended I had an eyelash in my eye and asked him to get it out. When he was only inches away, trying to see if there was something in my eye, I dropped the towel. I picked it up immediately but not before he got a very good look at me. I leave my door slightly open when I'm dressing, knowing me can see in from his room." "I think you're both playing a dangerous game, I whispered. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" she asked. "I have one of each. Alan is five years older than I am. Kara is three years older than me." "Does Alan have one, you know, like yours?" "Sure, he does. All guys do." I knew what she was getting at but I pretended to be dumb. "I mean, does he have one as big as yours?" "It looks about the same to me. When we were growing up, we shared the same bedroom; I saw it almost every day. I've seen him with a hard-on too and I don't think we're that different. He's more like our father then I am, with more hair on his chest and stomach and its darker than mine is. I'm more like our mother, more fair and blond." "Have you ever seen your sister, when she was naked?" she asked. "Not really, at least not since she was a little kid. Our parents have always been very casual about nudity. Kara became more bashful when she turned into a woman." "There's a shelf near the door with candles and matches on it," she said. "See if you can find one and light it." I inched my way toward the door, hands outstretched, feeling for the shelf. I found the door, the shelf beside it, and the candles. Finally I found the box of matches and used one to light a candle. When the room filled with the soft light, I turned toward her. She was tall and thin, rounded in the hips but still slim and boyish. Her breasts were only slight mounds, as though she was still developing. Only the large nipples gave away her maturity. Her small thatch of pubic hair was light brown. The room we were in contained a large couch and a few folding chairs, with little else. "Where are we?" I asked. "It's a basement room with no windows. It's used mainly for weddings. This is where the bride usually prepares for the wedding ceremony." I walked back to her. I knelt in front of the couch, dripped a small amount of wax onto the floor, and stuck the candle in it. When I stood up, she held out her arms for me. She met me with an open-mouthed, hungry kiss that seemed to go on and on. I let my hands roam all over her back and then cupped them around her bare buttocks, pulling her against me. I had not taken off my briefs, waiting to see what she would do. After I had seen her eagerness in taking off my shirt and pants, the way she looked at me almost nude, I wanted her to have the pleasure of taking off the one last thing that hid from her what I knew she wanted. At length, she pushed me away from her and turned me so that the candle lighted the front of my body. She looked down at my crotch and I waited, my heart pounding, my mouth open, to see what she would do. She turned her hands, palms toward my stomach, fingers extended downward, and began to slide them into the elastic of my briefs. When her fingertips touched the base of my cock, I thought I would come within seconds. When she reached farther, holding my cock in her hands, her fingers curled around under my balls, I held my breath, waiting. She knelt on one knee and slowly pulled my shorts down, her eyes eagerly fastened on my cock, watching it appear. When the head was free, it sprang out toward her face. By the time I stepped out of my briefs, my cock was almost fully distended. She stood and watched as it grew and lifted, first horizontally toward her, and then at a slight upward angle. "I had never touched a man," she whispered, "before the other night." "Be honest," I said. "What you mean is that you'd never touched a man's cock before, isn't it?" "Yes. Can I do what I want to you? I want to play with you, to make you come, while I watch. Can I do that?" "Will you let me to the same thing to you later? To show you that you can enjoy the same things a man enjoys. There isn't much difference in the way we feel about sex, you know." She led my by the hand to the couch and then pushed me down until I was flat on my back. I moved back, with my head on the arm of the couch, so that I could watch her. She swung one leg over me and straddled my legs, sitting on my thighs. The candlelight was just enough to let me see through her fine thatch of pubic hair to the open lips within. I could see the small opening there, pink and glistening. The sight made my cock grow even harder, standing at a stiff angle, moving spasmodically as though it had a will of its own. She reached forward with one hand, curling it around my cock and sliding it down to retract the foreskin completely, exposing the head to her. She slid her hand down farther to my balls, lifting them and feeling the movement of my testicles in my scrotum. The look on her face told my how fascinated she was with the way a man was made. "Show my how to do it," she said. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked it slowly upward, bringing my foreskin forward to cover the head, and then downward, exposing the head again. She watched my slow-motion demonstration and then pushed my hand away, replacing it with hers. At first her movements were as slow as mine had been. I let her have her way, watching first her hand and then her face, as she delighted in watching what she was doing to me. As always, a drop or two of clear lubrication appeared at the tip of my cock. I had learned long ago that I was a little unusual in that respect. Most men evidently have so little pre-coital lubrication that it never shows. Mine flows constantly when I'm aroused; the head of my cock is almost always wet when I play with it. She stopped, looking first at the moisture and then at my face, questioning without saying a word. I took her hand in mine, holding her index finger, and rubbed it first in the mucoid fluid and then over the head of my cock, letting her feel how slick it made the skin, knowing she would realize its purpose. She was fascinated. She began to stroke me again, squeezing on the upstroke, almost milking me. In a moment, a few more drops appeared. She touched her finger to them and then rubbed two of her fingers together, just a few inches from her face. And then she did something I could hardly believe. She put one finger in her mouth, sucking on it, evidently curious as to how it would taste. Just watching her with her eyes closed, one finger in her mouth, my cock swelled even harder and I knew I was going to come within seconds when she put her hand on me. "You taste good; its sweet," she whispered. "When I come, it's not going to be just drops like that," I whispered. "And it's not going to just ooze out. You're going to make a mess on either you or me or both of us, depending on where you've got it pointed." She smiled and put both hands back on me, one cupping and playing with my balls, the other sliding up and down my cock. In a moment, my breathing became faster. I'm sure she could feel the muscles in my legs and stomach tightening. I closed my eyes, feeling my orgasm building, giving in to it. Her strokes became faster and faster. At that moment when I reached the point of no return, when I felt the first contraction start the first ejaculatory squirt of semen out of my body, I opened my eyes to watch her. She was holding my cock leaned slightly toward her and the first and second spurts flew the short distance to her chest, both landing almost cleanly in the cleft between her breasts. As she continued to stroke, she moved my cock so that it tilted more toward me. The next couple of spurts lofted upward almost a foot and fell on her hand, the last few sprinkled my stomach from just above my navel down into my pubic hair. When I could catch my breath, I said, "I warned you." She was still slowly stroking my cock. I reached down and held her hand still. She looked curiously at the opalescent semen on her hand and, as before, rubbed it with one finger, curious to see what it was like. I caught her hand and rubbed it in the come on my stomach and then used my fingers to smear the deposit on her chest over her breasts. "It won't hurt you. If we're not careful, you can get pregnant from it, but outside your body it can't do anybody any harm." I pulled her down on top of me, feeling her breasts and stomach against mine, my cock imprisoned between our stomachs, our skin almost sticking together with my semen. We must have stayed like that for four or five minutes, drowning in open-mouthed kisses, my cock still half-hard between us, rubbing against each other. I knew she wanted it and I wanted more than anything to bury my cock in her, to leave a deposit so deep inside her she could taste it. At length, she pulled away to catch her breath. "I've got to get off of you. If I stay here any longer, I'm going to have your cock in me. I want it so bad it hurts." She held it again in her hand and milked it upward toward the head, bringing out the last few oozing drops of come. And then she did something that I would have never expected her to do without coaxing. She leaned forward, took the head of my cock in her mouth, and sucked on it briefly, exploring it with her lips and tongue. When she straightened up, she smiled. "You do taste good, you know." "I don't know. But I do know you amaze me. For someone who knows almost nothing about sex, you're certainly a quick learner." "Do you mean you don't know what it tastes like? Aren't you curious about things like that?" "I guess I just never thought about it." She moved back over me, bringing her breasts above my face. "It's on my breasts," she whispered. "I want you to lick them clean." How could any man refuse a request like that? <><><> Siobhan interrupted my story. She turned over and kissed me and then pulled back and looked at me strangely. Kieran, I smell something on your breath. What have you been eating? Pussy. I thought it was garlic and anchovies. You dont taste anything like garlic, maybe a little like anchovies. Take that back or youre not going to get anything else tonight. Damn, I take it back. Where are you going? Ive got to pee. Keep my place warm. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Sixty-Four As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart, 48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4 Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23 Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21 Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17 Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee Andersen, 5 Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor Bridges, 5 <><><> FIVE YEARS HAVE ELAPSED SINCE THE LAST CHAPTER! <><><> TELLING THE STORY Kieran Stuart; Siobhan Stuart (KIERAN) Shortly before six on Saturday morning, I went down to the basement, knocked on the door to Kerrys room, and then stuck my head in. He was sprawled out on the king-size bed, long arms and legs extended in random directions, naked except for a sheet over one leg, morning hard-on resting on his stomach, and eyes hidden under one forearm. Im leaving in about ten minutes, I said. Are you going with me? He grunted and then said, Yeah, Dad, Ill be there. He didnt move. I went back up to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. I knew hed run with me. He was almost obsessive about keeping his body in shape for his modeling jobs. I ground more beans than usual and filled the pot. I wanted a cup before I ran and I guessed that he would too. I knew Siobhan would when she got up. I poured two big glasses of orange juice and then stood waiting for the coffee pot to perk enough for me to interrupt it for a cup. I was grateful to have a quiet Saturday when nothing was planned. On the previous Saturday, wed been busy with three college graduations and the last of the end-of-school-year parties and activities. Brad, Kavan, and Kathryn had all graduated at the same time. Arial and Kerry were the only ones still in college. She had finished her junior year and he had finished most of his sophomore year. She was taking off for the summer to have her baby. Kathryn was awaiting the birth of her twins. Kerry was taking off to work on another modeling engagement. Kavan and Brad were taking a few days off before starting work full time. Kerry came up from the basement in about five minutes. He was already dressed in running shirt and shorts and carrying his shoes in his hand. He didnt say a word until he had downed his orange juice and poured his cup of coffee. Where do you want to run? he asked. Lets run on the road this time, I answered. There wont be any traffic this time of morning. We had a little rain during the night and the creek trail might be wet. Id rather not run into wet spider webs this morning. The creek trail was a good run on level ground but not on a damp morning. The road running along the ridge went up- and down-hill in places and it was more challenging. With no sidewalks in our neighborhood, we had to run in the road but there was little early-morning traffic. We went out the door a few minutes before six. As usual we didnt have much to say when we were going for a run. We walked and stretched going up the first rise to where the road leveled off and then started running slowly. I waited for Kerry to set the pace and, when he did, we ran side-by-side in the middle of the road for a couple of miles. At the intersection with Ridge Line Road, we stopped and rested for a few minutes and then ran back. As usual, we stopped at the picnic area near the crest above our house. We both liked to sit at the picnic table for a while and enjoy the early morning view over the valley. The trees already had their summer green and the sun was just beginning to penetrate down in the creek valley. Dad, could we get together some time this weekend to talk? he asked. Ive been thinking about doing something and I need to discuss it with you. Sure, I said. Whats it about? Ive been thinking about maybe changing to Stuarts alma mater in California for my bachelors degree. The math and physics departments at the university here arent that good. Sometimes Im bored in my classes. I even had one professor apologize to me. Why? What would he apologize for? He said he had to teach to the class and not to me. He said I needed to go where theyve got a stronger program that will challenge me. But why Stuarts alma mater? He told me theyd give me a real challenge so I looked into their programs. Theyve got some of the best profs in the world in math and physics. Theyve got great Ph.D. programs. Stuart said hed talk to some people he knows for me. He said hes sure Id be admitted there but I had to talk to you before he did anything. I didnt want him to go but I knew I couldnt stand in his way. I didnt know what Siobhan would say but I knew Alannah would be unhappy if he left home. Weve got nothing planned for tomorrow, I said. We could take a long walk down at the creek. Ill think of some reason why we dont want your mother and Alannah to go with us. Is that OK? Yeah, but dont say anything to Mom about it. I want to change schools but I dont want to leave home. I hate to think of leaving you and Mom and Alannah. I dont know what to do. I need you to help me think about it. We sat without talking for a while. Id wanted to talk to him about something else, not about him leaving home. I felt a little guilty for thinking about my own plans and not about his. I decided Id go ahead and ask him. Kerry, do you have any plans for next weekend? I asked. Nope, he answered. Do you have something you want me to do for you? No, Son. Your Mom and I want to spend part of Saturday and Sunday with Luke and Rachael. I just wanted to know if youd mind hanging around home with the rest of the kids. Nah, I dont mind. Kavan and Brad spend most of the time watching out for their wives. I think they wish theyd never got them pregnant. Theyll probably stay next door and be miserable with each other. I can hang out here by myself and enjoy the peace and quiet. Well leave here after lunch on Saturday and then come back around mid-day on Sunday. Youll have to cook for yourself or go next door and eat with the others. Thats OK. Youre just visiting with Luke and Rachael? he asked. What about Ms. Lauren and Mr. Jack? Maybe I could go with you and spend the night with Stuart and Joanne and their kids. None of them will be home. Theyre all going to Oregon next Thursday and wont be back until Monday. Stuarts sister, Marie, and her family are coming down from Alaska. Theyll spend a few days together. He looked at me quizzically and I knew he was trying to figure out why we were spending the night with Luke and Rachael. Theyd spent the previous Sunday with us and, since they lived so close, they seldom stayed overnight with us. We had not visited with them overnight since they moved into their new house. Luke and Rachael were proud of the house they had built on the hilltop ridge not far from the Andersens. They had stayed with the Andersens for a few months when they first moved back. Then when Mr. and Mrs. Freeloft moved to a care facility, Luke and Rachael had moved into their little house. When Lukes father died, Luke was his only heir. They had done as he requested by putting part of his estate into a new house and part into a college fund for their kids. Lauren had given them an acre of land and theyd built their dream house on it. From the outside front, it looked like another old two-story stone house but that was deceptive. Luke had worked with Stuart and Mr. Jack and me in designing an energy-efficient modern house. From the rear, facing south, four sets of French doors opened up on a big screened porch. On the first floor inside, there was just one huge open space except for the utility room and the bathroom. Upstairs the house had four bedrooms: a big one for Luke and Rachael, one for each of the kids, and one for guests. Maybe Kerry suspected we werent going to spend the night in the guest bedroom. Well, I suppose I could go with you and Mom, he said, with a look that told me he knew what we planned to do. I could look after Adrianna and James Connor and Alannah while you and Mom are busy with Luke and Rachael. Somebody needs to take care of the little kids while the big ones are playing. I dont think you need to worry about them, Kerry, I said. Were going to get them in the Andersens pool for a couple of hours and wear them out. We hope we can get them in bed and asleep by about eight. Are you going to be ready to go to bed by then? Depends, Dad, he said, with a big grin. Who would I get to sleep with? Little kids or big kids? I hadnt really given any thought the possibility that he might want to play with the big kids. Siobhan and I had never tried to hide the fact that we slept with Luke and Rachael once or twice a year. We werent ashamed of what we did but somehow it had always just been the four of us when we got together. I didnt know how hed fit in with us and what he would expect to do. Kerry, your Mom and I have been getting together with Luke and Rachael occasionally since you were about three or four. The first time was one weekend at the cabin. I dont suppose you remember that, do you? I remember something about being painted white and having a red dick. I know that was at the cabin and Luke and Rachael were there, he answered. I dont remember the first time I knew you and Mom were having sex with them. Seems like Ive always known it was just something you four did occasionally. When it started, it wasnt just about having sex with them, Kerry. Luke and Rachael were both in bad shape as far as love and sex before we knew them. Your mother and I tried to help them learn what sex can be like if theres real love involved. Yeah, I know. Ive heard Luke more than once talk about how you and Mom helped him and Rachael in all sorts of ways. I guess thats why they seem like theyre almost part of our family. They are part of it, Kerry, I said. I suppose our relationship with them is sort of mixed up. Lukes not really my son but I love him like one anyway. He loves Siobhan like the mother he never really had. Rachael never knew her father and she says Im as good a father as she could have ever wanted. Oh, come on, Dad, he said. I know you and Mom swap with Luke and Rachael. Thats not like being parents, is it? Thats called swinging, isnt it? I guess Id never thought of our relationship with Luke and Rachael like that. Since wed married, we had never been with anyone where it was nothing but sex. Siobhan and I didnt do anything with other couples where it was just fucking for fun with no emotional connection whatever. There was always a lot of love and friendship before there was any sort of sex. I didnt think it was just sex anyway. It was more like we were loving each other and the sex was just a part of that. Son, I think of swinging as just fucking for fun, with no emotional attachment, I said. Its never been like that with us. I know Stuart and Joanne have let you play with them a few times. Do you think theyd have done that without caring a lot about you? I know they fool around with Luke and Rachael occasionally. You know how close theyve become to Luke and Rachael, dont you? Yeah, I know, he answered. Stuart and Luke are like best friends and I guess Joanne and Rachael are too. I know what their relationship is like, Dad. Last summer I saw it up close and first hand. From the look on his face, I knew he meant more than his words were saying. I wasnt surprised. Hed never told me about it but I felt sure hed been a welcome addition to a foursome at least once. I stood up and did a few stretching exercises, just easy ones to keep me loose while I cooled down. He stood up and stretched too, keeping his eyes on me and waiting for my response. Kerry, if they invited you to play with them, its because they love you, I said. Theyd never think of just picking up some kid your age off the street to play with them. Yeah, I know, Dad. Ive stayed with Stuart and Joanne dozens of times and I could count on one hand the number of times theyve let me play with them. Since Luke and Rachael moved back, Stuart and Joanne have been getting together with them once in a while. Ive been invited to play with the four of them just one time. I dont try to butt in on something like that. Did you have fun? I asked. He flashed a big grin at me. Yeah, we all did. They let me do everything with them. And you think youd like to have fun with us next weekend and do everything with us? I dont know, Dad. Im just curious. You know me. Ive never seen you and Mom doing stuff like that with another couple. Do you have fun when you do it? Sure. We all do. Thats why we do it. But youd better think twice about doing it with us. I dont think it would be quite like it was when you played with Stuart and Joanne and Luke and Rachael. Im not sure how youd fit in. Dad, when I was with them, I didnt do anything unless I knew it was OK with them. He stepped up on the picnic bench and then on up on the table. He looked around at the creek valley and then at the next ridge over from ours. There were a few houses visible on the ridge top but most were hidden by the big trees. He held his hand out to me. I took it and climbed up beside him. We both stood there for a minute or so enjoying the view. Kerry, when we shower together, do you like it when we swap back scrubs? I asked. He looked at me quizzically and I suppose he was wondering where I was going with my question. Yeah, Dad, I like it, he answered. Getting scrubbed feels good. It seems like its another way of showing we like each other. Well, how would you like to swap blow jobs with me? I asked. We both like oral sex. Would you be OK with that? He looked at me with complete surprise. Shit, Dad, I dont know. Youve taught me a lot about sex but weve never done anything like that with each other. You dont want to, do you? Not really? Has your mother ever made you think she wanted you to fuck her? I know weve done other stuff when weve played around with you kids but I dont think shes ever tried to get you or Kavan to fuck her, has she? Nah, Dad, I guess we always thought we had to be like we are with Arial, you know, like it was OK to do some things but we werent supposed to try to get our dicks in her. But would you really like to fuckthats not the way to put itwould you like to make love to your mother? Would you do it if you knew it was OK with her and with me? The truth, now. I stepped down off the table to the bench and then to the ground. He followed me and stood there looking at me with a frown on his face. I knew everybody had a rich fantasy life. I certainly did, even with a damn good real sex life. I didnt know whether hed ever fantasized about sex with his mother. Dad, thatsthats not easy to answer, he finally said. Well, try it. Take your time. Just tell the truth. Well, you asked me if Id like to do it. The answer to that is, yeah, fucking aye, Id like to do it. Shes one damn sexy woman. Shes not like a girl. Shes like a real woman. I dont think theres a man alive who wouldnt react to her that way. Ive thought about it lots of times. Sometimes when I jack off, I think about doing it with her. Sometimes I think about doing it with Arial. Course, I think about lots of other girls and women too. Thats normal, Kerry, I said. Do you want me to ask your mother if shell let you do it with her? Im not finished answering, Dad, he protested. I know its normal to fantasize about it. But you didnt ask me if Id actually do it with her if I could. Maybe you should have asked me that. Well, would you? He sat there looking at me for a while and then he slowly shook his head. I dont know, Dad. I dont want to cause problems between you and Mom. I like having you as a father. I like having her as a mother. I dont think Id do it with her even if I could but thats my big head doing the thinking. When my little heads doing the thinking, Id probably fuck anybody. Well, youd better think hard about wanting to be with us next weekend. I dont think you understand how it is when were with Luke and Rachael. It gets pretty wild sometimes. Yeah, I know. It got pretty wild when I was with Stuart and Joanne and Luke and Rachael that one time. Boy, that was really something. We started walking down the hill toward our house. In the years wed lived on the ridge, hed grown from a small child to a man as tall as me. I knew he wasnt a child anymore. For years, Id tried to guide him in matters of love and sex and hed always accepted my guidance. Still, Id never thought of him as a sexually-mature young man who would want to play with Siobhan and me. I didnt know what was the right thing to do this time. I put my hand on his shoulder and he turned and looked at me. Kerry, Ive always told you that you shouldnt talk about what you do with someone else when it comes to sex. Will you keep it to yourself if I tell you a little about what we do when were with Luke and Rachael? Dad, youve told me lots of stuff youve done. Ive never told anybody else about any of it. Son, you know I like oral sex. Your mother does too. So do Luke and Rachael. Usually its me and Luke doing it with your mother and Rachael and swapping around. What would you say if I told you Ive done it with Luke and Siobhan has done it with Rachael? He looked at me with a leering grin but he didnt say anything. Yeah, thats right, I said. The first time we played with them, at the cabin, Rachael and your Mom got me and Luke to play with each other while they watched. Then later, we watched them do it to each other. Weve done that more than once. Youre saying I might end up sucking somebodys dick, arent you? he asked. Maybe even yours. Maybe. I like to watch two women doing oral sex with each other, I admitted. I think they like to watch two men doing it too. Damn, I guess I never thought of you doing something like that, he said. Thats not all, Kerry. A couple of times, weve tied one person down and then the other three have tried to drive them crazy. Think about that one. He thought about it and his grin seemed to get even wider. You mean, like they tie you down and then Rachael and Mom and Luke - suck your dick? Yes, like that. And sometimes somebodys at the other end too, and Im using my mouth on somebody else. And youre tied down while youre doing this? Yes, but its not just me thats been tied down. Weve all had a turn at it. Have you ever tried it? Uh uh, but Id like to. What else do you do? Is there anything thats off limits? Well, yeah, not off limits but theres something nobody really wants to do. Anal sex. Nobodys ever been fucked in the ass while the four of us were together. Have you ever done that with Mom? he asked. Yeah, just once, years ago. I talked her into letting me try it. I dont think she really liked it. Ive never really wanted to do it again. Have you ever done it? Yeah, just once. It was OK but I like pussy better. Me too. But a guy did it to you once when you were in college, didnt he? Did you like it? We turned in to the drive way to our house. I knew we werent finished with our talk so I stopped under the hickory tree beside the driveway. Yeah, I liked it. Maybe I liked it too much. Ive never wanted to do it again. Not even with Luke? Come on, Dad, the truth. What was the truth? I thought back to the first weekend Siobhan and I spent with Luke and Rachael. Luke and I had been teased or goaded or dared to try oral sex with each other and I had really gotten into it when Luke and I were kissing. I remembered being scared to death that I really wanted him to fuck me in the ass. Kerry, I dont know what the truth is sometimes. Luke and I have never fucked each other. Thats the truth. Did I ever want him to fuck me? Not bad enough to try to get him to do it. How the hell did we ever get into this subject? You were trying to tell me how wild it gets sometimes when youre with Luke and Rachael. Well, its not like Luke and I are hot to get at each other, Son. Were not. We just dont mind if we touch each other or stuff like that. Do you know what happens when youre eating stuffed pussy? Yeah! he said. I really like that. Ive done it when Rachael or Siobhans sitting on Lukes dick more than once. Hes done it when one of thems on mine. Both women love it. You cant do something like that when youre afraid to get your mouth on another guys dick. Dad, dont tell anybody I told you but we did that when I was with the four of them. I know what its like to eat stuffed pussy and I know what its like to be the stuffer. Well, youd better think hard about doing it with the four of us. We dont get in a hurry about doing it and we dont just swap partners. Well play with each other using our hands and mouths for a while before anybody sticks a dick in a pussy. Then when we start fucking, I do it with both women and so does Luke. Sometimes we fuck around for quite a while before anybody has an orgasm. We might swap three or four times, doing it in different positions, getting silly, having fun, before we get so hot we cant hold back anymore. How would you fit into that? I usually come once in Rachael and once in Siobhan. So does Luke. Is that what you want to do with us? Do you want to fuck Rachael and your mother, taking turns with me and Luke? Dad, thats what we did when I played with Luke and Rachael and Stuart and Joanne. They let me do everything that Luke and Stuart did. I came once in Joanne and once in Rachael. Yeah, but neither of them is your mother, I said. I just dont see how you can think of Siobhan as your mother one minute and then think of her as a sex partner the next. You need to think about how you feel about her and whether you want that to change. Im not sure how Id feel about you doing it with her and I dont know how Siobhan would feel. Maybe shed rather just be your mother and thats all. Dad, I dont really want to change anything. I dont think Id want to keep on doing it with her. Im just.shitI dont know. I guess Im just curious to know what it would be like to do it with her, maybe just one time. Kerry, Ill talk to Siobhan and see what she thinks. If she thinks it would be OK, well talk to Luke and Rachael and see what they say. If we do let you join the grownups, you probably ought to stop calling me Dad. Maybe youd better call me Kieran and call your mother Siobhan when were playing. He looked at me somberly at first and then let a little smile lift his lips. He punched me on the shoulder and then danced away when I tried to get him back. OK, Kieran, he said. You talk to Siobhan. If she says no, I wont argue. Ill even be willing to go with you and take care of the little kids while you and Siobhan play with Luke and Rachael. Just let me know what you two decide. I started to go in to the single garage on the front of the house where Siobhan parked her car. He started toward the part of the driveway that curved down behind the house to the basement area where he and I parked our cars. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in his direction. Lets go to my bachelor pad, Kieran, he said, grinning at me. You can shower in the basement with me and we can swap blow jobs, I mean back scrubs. I suppose it was his bachelor pad but Siobhan still insisted in knowing about any girls he brought to it. He and Kavan and Brad and I had walled off the garage area of the basement from the rest. Then Id had a bathroom installed as well as a separate heating and cooling system. We even had a small home gym that we all used. I wanted to have the entire area tiled but Siobhan and Kerry wanted carpet in the bedroom. It really was a nice separate apartment now. In the shower, while we swapped back scrubs, I kept thinking about the ramifications of what Kerry wanted to do. After Alannah was born, Siobhan and I had played around with the kids only a few times, a couple of times at the cabin with the Andersens, and a few more at home. I knew wed done things with them that were close to incest but, as far as I knew, none of us had ever gone all the way. Kerry slapped me on the butt and I knew that was his signal that hed finished with my back scrub. I turned around and looked him up and down. His dick was swollen from the warm shower and it and his balls were both hanging down low. He was at that stage of youthful beauty when almost any woman would probably spread her legs for him. I wondered if Siobhan would want to if she knew it was OK with me. He saw where I was looking and then gave my body the same deliberate look. I glanced down where he was looking. My dick and balls were hanging just as low as his. There was little difference in our equipment. His foreskin was longer and, when his dick was soft, it completely covered the head and protruded another half inch or so. He called it his little elephant trunk. My foreskin just barely covered the head of my dick. Hed teased me more than once that he could pick up a peanut with his and I couldnt. He moved up closer in front of me, lifted his dick with his right hand, and then lifted mine with his left. We both looked down at what he was holding. Which is bigger, Kieran, mine or yours? he asked. I couldnt see much difference. Both our dicks were distended a little with warmth. They looked the same in length and girth. His would be longer if we counted foreskin. I dont know, I said. Maybe your foreskin makes yours longer. I dont think that should count. Yeah, youre right, he said and pushed my foreskin back and pulled his back. They look the same now but Ill bet mines bigger when its hard, I said. I wondered what he was trying to prove that his dick was bigger or that he didnt mind touching mine. Shit, Ill bet its not, he said, and moved his hand back and forth on my dick. I looked down and watched as he started stroking both our dicks. His stroking gradually became coordinated back with the hand on his dick, forward with the hand on mine. Then forward on his and back on mine. It worked well enough that way. I put my hands on his shoulders, leaned over with my forehead against his, and we both watched. Maybe I shouldnt have responded to what he was doing but I did. In a minute or so, we both had good hard-ons. I decided Id lend him a hand since he was lending me one. I reached down, wrapped my hand around his dick, and started stroking it. He straightened his head up and I did too. We looked at each other and, as a smile crept up on his lips, I couldnt help but smile too. When he smiled more and then started laughing, I did the same. It took a minute or so for us both to quiet down. Do you remember the first time I did something like this, Kieran? he asked. He pulled slowly on my dick and I did the same on his. I thought back and remembered. Yeah, you were about what? Twelve, maybe thirteen? I was about a head taller than you then. Yeah, and now Im a little taller than you even if I do weigh a lot less. Do you remember what you told me? No. I didnt remember any specific thing Id said to him. We both pulled a couple of times. I didnt really want to swap hand jobs with him. I took my hand off his dick, pushed his off mine, and then put my hand on my own dick. You told me Id probably be the tallest man in the family and Id probably have the biggest dick, he said, grinning at me. He was my son, I loved him, and I didnt mind conceding that to him. Looks like I was right about both of those things, I said. Yeah, I guess so, if foreskin counts, he said. I think were the same size if it doesnt. Do you think youre through growing? I asked, teasing him. Shit, nah, Im going to going to add another inch or so. I knew he was teasing me by not specifying where he was going to grow another inch. Could we be serious for a minute? I asked. I already am serious, Kieran, he said, still smiling. The best measure of a man is not the size of his dick, Kerry, I said. His smile disappeared. I know that, he said. Am I about to get a little lecture? Yeah, just a little one, I said. The best measure of a man is how well he assumes responsibility for his actions. One big part of that is how well he protects and provides for those he loves, like his wife and children. He stood looking at me and I guess he was thinking about what I was saying to him. I think youre right, DaI mean Kieran, he said. I hope I can be as good a man as you are. I hit him gently on the shoulder. Come on, lets get upstairs and fix a big breakfast. Im hungry. I reached over and started to turn off the shower heads. He caught my arm. Wait, Kieran. Do you remember what else we did in the shower that time? I remembered it well. I nodded and smiled again. Lets do it again, he said. He still had his hand on his dick and was stroking it. I shook my head. Im not going to get into a jack-off contest with you, Kerry. Im saving mine for tonight. Siobhan and I are going to be in bed about eight. Aw, fuck, Kieran, he said. Ill bet you could get it up again tonight for her even if you do jack off this morning. Well have a showdown like cowboys and see who gets shot. Brad and I did that once with Arial watching. I wasnt sure what he was proposing. What did you do? You might as well tell me all about it. He grinned at me and I stood waiting. You wont tell anybody, not even Mo...I mean Siobhan, if I tell you? I nodded. I wont tell anybody what you tell me. Im not going to talk about what somebody else does. If its something I do, I dont keep any secrets from her. Sometimes Arial and Brad let me play around with them. One time she wanted to see me and Brad jack off. She got us to stand facing each other a foot or so apart and then we did it while she watched. Who won? I asked. I guess it was a draw, he said We both got shot in the belly. I couldnt help but break out in a big grin, picturing that in my mind. I knew I was a damn fool but I wanted to do it with him. Kerry, you and Brad are nothing but a couple of nasty little boys, I said, smiling. When are you going to grow up and start acting like adults? Oh, fuck that shit, Kieran, he said, smiling even broader. Youre still a nasty little boy inside too. Im never going to grow up inside. Ill bet you wont either. I dont know what made me ask but I had a quick thought that he had done something else with Arial when he played with her and Brad. For years, Id told Kavan and later Kerry when they were young that there was one thing that they shouldnt do with her; they shouldnt try to get their dicks in Arials pussy. Kerry, have you ever had your dick in Arials pussy? I asked. He just grinned at me. Come on now, the truth, have you? I insisted. He grinned wider and nodded his head. First time was a couple of years ago, he said. First time? How many times have you done it with her? Just a couple of times. Does Brad know about it? Is he OK with it? Yeah and yeah. He was right beside us watching. Now are you going to jack off with me? I stood watching him for a minute or so. He was grinning at me and still moving his hand up and down on his dick. I knew he was right. I wanted to do it with him. The thought of him and Arial getting it on while Brad watched just made me hotter. I put my hand back around my dick. It had been drooping a little but it stood up quickly. I stroked it a few times and squinted my eyes at him. Im Wild Bill Hitchcock, pardner. Youd better get out of town, Kid, I said, menacingly. "If you dont, Ill shoot you down like a dog. He moved in front of me and stopped a foot or so away, facing me, his dick bumping mine. He tilted his pelvis until it was pointing upward toward my chest, and then started stoking faster. Shit, you couldnt hit me with that derringer if you tried, he said Im Dead-Eye Dick and Im going to empty my Magnum on you. We stood there facing each other, jacking off, for a couple of minutes, watching each other. He came first, emptied his gun, and hit me three times, from my chest down to my groin. Maybe that helped me fire back. I hit him once right in the belly button, once just above his dick, and once on his leg. We stood looking at our semen running down our stomachs, trying not to laugh. We didnt succeed. We started laughing at about the same time. I grabbed him and gave him a hug; he put his arms around my waist and held me close. Kieran, ask Siobhan if I can play with you two tonight, he whispered in my ear. You two can set the rules and Ill do what you say. I leaned back and looked at his face. He was serious. Kerry, I cant do that, I protested. Ill tell her what you want to do but I cant let you get your dick in her pussy tonight. Shes got to think about it for a while, maybe a few days, before she decides. You should too. Itll be a damn big change in the way we treat each other. I know, Kieran, he said. I promise I wont try to do that tonight. Just tell her Id like to play with both of you. The first time we jacked off with each other, you let me help you with her. You got your dick in her and I didnt even try. I just jacked off. It was a lot of fun. He gave me his biggest Kerry grin. I gave in to him. It seems like I almost always did. OK, Ill talk to her, I said. Ill tell her you want to play with us tonight. Ill let her decide whether its OK. Dont you turn your charm on her. Let her make up her mind. I will, Kieran, he said. Youll let me know what she decides? Yeah, or she will. But no matter what she says, you cant get your dick in her tonight, OK? OK. And if Luke and Rachael say youre welcome to come with us next weekend, you wont try it then unless she wants you to, OK? I held out my hand to him. He took it, shook it once, and then pulled me up against him and hugged me again. <><><> (SIOBHAN) Daddy, look at me, Alannah yelled for the fourth or fifth time. She was on the diving board, a little naked red-headed cherub, ready to cannonball into the pool. Kerry was standing chest deep in the pool, waiting for her. She thought he was teaching her to do a cannonball and then to paddle to him. I knew he was really teaching her to swim well enough to be unafraid and safe in the pool. He had started by waiting, treading water, just beyond where she came up so she could paddle to him in a couple of strokes. He had gradually moved away from the diving board area until he was now standing at the edge of the deep area. Each time she cannon-balled, Kerry pretended that the splash she made was bigger than the previous time. I dont think he fooled her. Kieran lowered his book, took off his reading glasses, and put both down on the ground next to his lounge chair. OK, Angel, he said. Give your brother a really big splash this time. She jumped from the end of the diving board and barely managed to get her arms wrapped around her legs before she hit the water. Good one, Alannah, best yet! Kerry yelled as soon as her head popped up again. She immediately started paddling toward his waiting arms. She seemed to be struggling too much and Kerry must have thought so too. He swam to her, let her wrap her arms around his neck, brought her to the edge of the pool, and then let her hang on to the gutter while he got out. He made it look so easy. He pulled himself up and then out in one quick effort, and then wiped the water and wet hair out of his face. He bent over, caught one of Alannahs hands and then the other, and pulled her up and out of the pool. He looked so tall now. Hed passed Kavan months ago and just recently had added a quarter inch over Kieran. But he was still so thin that he weighed quite a bit less than his brother or his father. I loved to watch the two of them together. Alannah had long ago captured Kerrys heart as well as Kierans and they both succumbed too easily to her. She had my red hair and she loved to have Kerry brush it. She had my fair skin and freckles too. She couldnt understand why Kerry couldnt play with her in the pool until the sun was almost down. Kerry tried to put her down but she held on to him. He pulled her up closer and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He brushed the wet stringy hair out of her face and kissed her on the cheek. When I held out a towel for her, he carried her over to me, pried her arms and legs off, and gave her to me. I wrapped her up in the towel, laid back down in the lounge chair, and cuddled her. Kerry stretched his arms and legs, took a couple of deep breaths, and then collapsed on the grass between my chair and Kierans, with his head toward my feet. He propped on one elbow and reached up and pulled Alanas big toe. She does a great cannon ball, Mom, he said. She makes a really big splash. And shes learning to swim too. Ill bet shell be like a fish before the summer is over. Alannah giggled and squirmed up closer to me. I knew she was tired and might fall asleep. She hadnt taken a nap during the day and swimming always left her relaxed and sleepy. I wanted to get Kieran and Kerry to help me with one of my flower beds but I hated to put her down. After our usual Saturday night sandwiches, she had talked Kerry into taking her to the pool. Kieran and I decided to join them and to sit and enjoy the rest of the late-afternoon summer sun. I decided gardening could wait a few minutes. Is there anything else you need to do to be ready for your new modeling contract next week? I asked. Nope, he answered. Ive got my schedule already and I know which sessions Ill be in. Ill get my braces on Tuesday morning and get my hair styled that afternoon. Well start Wednesday morning with everybody assembling at the high school. Mrs. Frazier is the coordinator there. Itll be nice to see her again. What do you mean braces? Kieran asked, from behind his book. Your teeth are perfect. I glanced over at him. He was leaned back in his lounge chair with his book in front of his face and his legs spread wide, both feet on the ground, letting it all hang out. I could see a sheen of sweat on his chest and stomach. In the warmth from the sun, his scrotum was relaxed with his balls hanging down on the chair seat and his dick full and heavy against them. I looked down at Kerry. The cool water in the pool had drawn up his scrotum and balls and his dick was almost like a kids again. It was cute with the little elephant-trunk protrusion of foreskin at the end. He saw where I was looking and grinned at me. He held his hands about six inches apart and pointed at Kieran, then held his hands about a foot apart and pointed at himself. I shook my head and grinned back at him. He loved to tease Kieran that he was bigger in more ways than one. I didnt know which one had the biggest dick and I couldnt see why it mattered that much. I hadnt seen Kerry with a hard-on since the previous fall when we had all gone to the cabin to enjoy the fall leaves and Arial had suggested playing naked Twister. We all got to see six grown-up hard-ons, a good boner on a nine year old, and a couple of stiffies on two little boys. They wont be real braces, Dad, Kerry answered. Theyll be cosmetic ones. I just clip them in place while theyre shooting. Mr. DeMaria did me a new portfolio showing me with braces in some shots and got me another good contract. He thinks it might be my last teen engagement. He says Ive got to make up my mind whether I want to keep on modeling when I start filling out and looking more like a man. He says well have to work on creating a new image if I do. What do you mean? Kieran asked, still behind his book. Why do you need a new image? I thought you liked your old image. You work hard enough at it. Kieran, his image has been the same for the last four years, I answered for Kerry. Hes always a clean-cut, innocent-looking kid, who loves classic clothes. He doesnt have any tattoos or piercings except for the little diamond earring you gave him. Cruise Classic has been pushing a line of boys and young mens clothing that looks like something from decades ago. They think lots of kids are tired of baggy jeans and sneakers and sweatshirts and want to look different. Theyve done very well with their retro look. Mr. DeMaria says Kerry has been their best model in selling the look. I do like it, Dad, Kerry said. But if my body starts filling out like yours did now that Im almost eighteen, I wont have the look they want. Im not sure I want to keep on doing it anyway. Id like to concentrate on nothing but college for a few years. Hes the lead model this time, Kieran, I said. Mr. DeMaria got him a contract paying twice last years. Theyre going to portray him as a high-school senior. He and Tara Winegard will be two teens in love for the first time. Tara Winegard? Kieran asked. Is she Jack Winegards daughter? Have I met her? Yeah, Dad, thats who she is, Kerry answered. I havent seen her since I started to college. She was a high school sophomore then, real skinny and mousy. I hear shes changed a lot. Dont worry. Ill let you check her out before I take her downstairs. Now that Kerry had the basement apartment to himself, Kieran and I wanted to know all the girls that he brought home. Kerry was always accusing his father of being an old letch. How much have you made from modeling over the last four years? Kieran asked. Are you OK letting your Mom manage it for you? After taxes and the DeMarias commission, hes made almost sixty thousand dollars, I said. The only really expensive thing hes bought is his car. Hes been wearing Cruise Classic clothes that are given to him. Ive got a little over forty thousand invested for him. Damn, Young Man, I hope you appreciate that set of genes I gave you, Kieran said, lowering his book. I do, Old Man, Kerry answered. Ive got your looks and Moms brains and the worlds mine. Im just glad it wasnt the other way around. Kerry, have I been insulted or complimented? I asked. He just grinned at me. You should be glad Moms a financial analyst, Dad. I wanted to pay cash for my car and she said I shouldnt. She got me a loan through your credit union and the interest rate theyre charging is about what Im earning on my investments. Theyve been taking the car payments out of my account for two years and I dont even have to worry about it. I think Im going to keep her as my advisor even after Im eighteen this fall. Well, shes been my financial advisor for almost twenty-five years, Kieran said. I just sign whatever she puts in front of me and I dont worry about it either. Alannah started squirming around trying to get comfortable. She poked me with elbows in a couple of places and made me groan, Kieran came to my rescue and picked her up. She protested and wanted to come back to me. I leaned back in the lounge chair, spread the towel over my body, and held out my arms to her again. Kieran put her back down with her arms on each side of me and her face between my breasts. I put one hand behind her head and the other on her smooth little butt and she sighed and relaxed against me. When I looked at Kerry, he was leaned back on both elbows, watching what I was doing with Alannah. It was easy to see that he was warmer now. His testicles were hanging down in the shadows between his legs and his dick looked warm and relaxed against them. I couldnt make up my mind whether Kerrys display was routine and innocent or unusual and maybe seductive. Id seen him naked all his life. Before puberty, I loved to look at his beautiful body but I didnt pay any particular attention to his male equipment. After puberty, I liked to look at that part of his body and to imagine what he did with it. Kieran had told me what he wanted to do tonight and next weekend. Id fantasized about him often enough but I still wasnt quite sure whether I should let him. Maybe he was putting on a display to make me want to have sex with him. I glanced at Kieran. He was leaned back in the lounge chair with his eyes closed, his book on his stomach, and both feet on the ground on each side. It was easy to see that Kerry had got another gene from his father. Kerry started the stretching routine Id seen him do so often, starting with his feet and moving upwards. I watched the muscles in his legs harden and relax, his pelvis move up and down a couple of times, the muscles in his stomach pop up in the six pack he was so proud of, his arms out to each side with biceps hard, his neck around and around a few times, and finally his arms outstretched above his head. He looked eight feet long and I knew he was. When he did the routine standing up, he could easily touch the eight-foot ceiling in our family room. He played tennis and racquetball with Brad, ran with his father, lifted weights with Kavan, and was over six feet of lean hard muscle. Then he did something that might have been innocent but seemed deliberate to me. He reached down, pulled his balls up, brought his legs together with his ankles crossed, and then used the back of his fingers to flip his dick back over his balls. I knew all guys did it quickly to keep their balls from being scrunched when their legs were together. Kerry had done it slowly while looking at my face. Mom, do you remember the time we had a pool party for Kavan? he asked, when he was finished. It was when Kathryn found out we usually wore just our birthday suits in the pool. I remembered it. I also remembered what wed done in our bed with our children that night. That was something I could never forget. I remember it, I said. It was just before Kavans sixteenth birthday. You were nine then, werent you? What about it? You were holding me like youre holding Alannah when Kathryn came back in the yard, he said. I guess you thought I was asleep but I wasnt. I was tired and I didnt want to move. I watched Kathryn get undressed and then go play in the pool with Kavan and Arial. I never was asleep; I just wanted to stay on top of you. I knew you werent asleep, Kerry, I said. I saw your eyelashes moving and I knew you were just pretending. I think I remember something else too. Did seeing Kathryn give you a hard-on? Even with a towel between us, I had felt his erection pressing against me shortly after Kieran had laid him down on top of me. Id had one hand on his butt and the other behind his head, just the way I was holding Alannah. He had kept squirming around, flexing his pelvis, rubbing against me, until I felt his hard-on against my stomach. Even when he slid one hand under the towel to my breast, I hadnt said anything to stop him. No, Mom, you did, he answered. I liked being on top of you like that. I wanted to do something with you and I was hoping the towel would slip out of the way. I guess I didnt really know what I wanted to do. Then when I saw you and Dad do it that night, I knew that was what I wanted to do with you. Kerry, you hadnt even started into puberty then, I said. You were just a little boy. Did you really feel that way then? Yeah, well, I may have been little but I knew what I wanted. Kavan and I jacked off before we went to bed that night. He started talking about Kathryn and playing with his dick. I watched him and played with mine but I wasnt thinking about Kathryn. I was thinking about how it felt to be on top of you. I couldnt squirt like Kavan did but I had a good orgasm anyway. I think you got a hard-on the first time you were on top of your Mom, Kieran said. I was proud of you. When was that, Dad? A few minutes after you were born, Kieran answered. They cleaned you up and then took you to your Mom still naked. The nurse put you on top of her with your face right at her breast. You rooted around like a little puppy until you found her nipple and started sucking. When you put your little hand on the other breast, your Mom said Just like his father. The nurses got a kick out of that. Kieran, I was talking about the way he looked, not about what he was doing, I protested. Alannah sat up and looked around at her brother and her father. I like being on top of Mom too, she said. Whats a hard-on? Can I have one too? No, Angel, you cant have one, I said. Only boys and men can have hard-ons. Girls and women can have something lots better. What? I hugged her and kissed her on both cheeks. We can have babies. Id rather have a hard-on, Kerry whispered. Me too, Kieran whispered. Well, what is a hard-on? Why cant I have one? Alannah insisted petulantly. Thats what you call a mans penis when it gets big and stiff, Alannah. It gets hard so he can push it into a womans vagina, I said. I told you about that when I told you how babies are made. Oh, yeah, I remember, she said. I dont want any babies for a long time. If you two can spare the time, would you give me a little help with the flower beds near the fence, I asked, trying to change the subject. They need to be weeded and mulched. Alannah can help too. A few weeks earlier, Kerry had helped me plant a variety of flowers in the bed near the south-facing fence where they would get sun all day long. Kavan had brought me some bales of pine straw to use as mulch. Id waited for the plants to get established before mulching. Weeds had also got established. We worked for a while chopping the weeds with a hoe or pulling them up and then spreading the pine straw around. Alannah was content to watch and we were through just as the sun was setting. We were all sweaty and covered with debris from the mulch. When I suggested that we all shower in the big downstairs shower, Alannah was ready too. I want Kerry to wash me, she proclaimed. I like to shower with him. Kerry followed the same routine with Alannah that Id seen Kieran follow with Arial. He put the old bench in the shower area and sat down on it. Alannah got wet under the shower spray with me. When I sent her to him, he spread his knees wide and she backed up between them. He shampooed her hair and gave her back to me. I rinsed and sent her to him. He washed her back, slapped her butt, she turned around, and he washed her front. She even pretended to grab his penis and Kerry slapped her hand away, just like Arial and Kieran. Kieran just stood there under the shower, watching and grinning. Kieran, would you take Alannah upstairs and dry her hair, I asked, when we were all through showering. I want to talk to Kerry about something. Maybe you could put her to bed and read her a story. As soon as they were gone, I sat down on one end of the bench and patted the other end so Kerry would sit with me. Kieran told me what you want to do, Kerry, I said. He said hed leave it up to me to decide. Are you sure? It will change everything between us. Not everything, he protested, not the important things. What do you mean? This morning when I was talking to Dad, he said I could call him Kieran and call you Siobhan if you let me play with you two tonight. Is that OK with you? I nodded. Siobhan, I love you, he said, looking at me. I wasnt sure what he meant or how to respond. I love you too, Kerry, I said. Did that change anything important between us? he asked. No, you may call me Mom or Siobhan, I said. It wont change the way I love you. Letting you make love to me may. Siobhan, Ill always love you, he said. Ill always be grateful that you gave me life, with a little help from Kieran, of course. I love you for nurturing me in your body and then feeding me from your breasts. Your breasts are so beautiful. Seems like Ive always wanted to get my hands and mouth on them. He reached over with one hand and touched me on one of the nipples from which Id fed him. It was like an electric shock and I felt it even down between my legs. Kerry, my breasts are too droopy now, I protested. Ive fed four kids with them. My hips are too wide. Im not a young woman anymore. Im getting old and about to be a grandmother. Siobhan, youre still beautiful, he said. I know youre not a girl. Youre a real woman. I think Brads right. He says youre like some sort of earth mother or goddess. Youre the center that holds all of our family together. All of us know that. Thank you, Kerry, I said, a little surprised at the earnestness with which he said it. Siobhan, Im beginning to want to leave home. I want to get out in the world on my own. Im thinking about going to Stuarts alma mater in California. I want do everything and see everything and be everything. I want to love everything and everybody. But youll always be at the center of my life. I want to make love to you at least once. I sat there beside him, my eyes moist and close to crying. I knew I was warm and moist somewhere else too. I didnt know what to do. Are you sure you can think of me as a woman and not as your mother, Kerry? I finally asked. Try me, he said. I stood up, moved in front of him, and pulled his face to my breasts. He did the same thing Kieran does sometimes closed his eyes, rubbed his face back and forth between my breasts, breathed deeply a couple of times like he wanted to inhale my scent, and then put his mouth on one of my breasts and his hand on the other. I shut my eyes and let him do what we both wanted. I knew I wanted him; I still didnt know whether I should let him do what he wanted to with me. When he touched me at the juncture of my thighs, I spread my legs wider without even thinking. He cupped his hand over my vulva, rubbed my labia, and then slowly used his middle finger to separate my inner lips. He gently pushed that one long finger into my vagina and stirred up the juices it was already exuding. I quit thinking and gave in to his mouth and finger. I wanted to stand there with him sucking and finger-fucking me until I came. I was surprised when he stopped, put his palm against my stomach, and pushed away from me. I looked down and saw him looking up at me. He brought his middle finger to his mouth and sucked on it. I wanted his dick where his finger had been. I held out my hand to him; he took it and stood up in front of me. I moved closer to him until my breasts were against his chest and his dick was against my stomach. It was warm and firm but not quite hard enough to stand up. He put his arms around me and looked down at me. I cupped my hands around his butt and pulled him tight up against me. I looked up at him. Kiss me, I whispered. He started off slowly, just his lips lightly against mine, then I touched his lips with my tongue, and he opened his mouth to mine. Within seconds, he was kissing me hungrily, first open mouth to open mouth, then kissing my closed eyes, my cheeks, my throat, and then back to my mouth. It wasnt a son to mother kiss; it was a hungry kiss, a man to woman kiss. He dropped his hands to my butt, pulled me against him, and began to rub his dick against me, still kissing me. It was hard in seconds. He reached down, pointed it upwards, pressed it against me again, and then put his hands back on my butt. He started moving his dick against me and, at the same time, sliding his hands around and between my legs until I felt his fingertips touch my labia. I put my hand between our bodies and wrapped my hand around his dick. It was hot and stiff and hard, just like Kierans. I wanted him in the same way Id always wanted Kieran. I could hardly breathe and I was drowning in wanting to be fucked. He stopped kissing me and I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was grinning at me, his Kerry grin that he used so often to get what he wanted. I want you like a man wants a woman, Siobhan, he whispered. I wrapped my arms around him, buried my face in the side of his neck, and held on to him. He waited. I decided to give him what he wanted. I pushed away from him, sat down on the bench, and spread my knees wide. Come here, I said. He moved in front of me. I bent his dick down, pushed the foreskin back, and took the head in my mouth. I used my hand on the shaft and my lips and tongue on the head and tried to suck him into me. He put his hands on the back of my head and let me do what I wanted to do. I wanted him to drown me in his semen. Dont make me come this way, Siobhan, he whispered after a minute or so. Lets go upstairs with Kieran. Let us both play with you, OK? I pulled back and looked up at him. I thought of one more thing I wanted to do before we went up to be with Kieran. It was the one thing from which there could be no return. I straddled one end of the bench and patted the other end. Sit down here like this, I whispered. He sat down astride the bench. I looked at his face, all serious now, and then at his up-pointed dick with a crystal-like drop oozing from the end. I knew I wanted it in me. I stood up, moved closer until I was straddling his legs, and then slid down against his body. When I was close enough, I reached down, held his dick, and rubbed the head against my labia. I had just positioned it at the entry to my vagina when he put his big hands on my waist and stopped my downward descent. Dont do that, Siobhan, he whispered. We cant. I looked at his face. I thought it was what you wanted. It is, he said. But we cant do it tonight. I promised Kieran I wouldnt try to get my dick in you tonight. Im supposed to give you until next weekend to think about it. But I thought you wanted to be with me and Kieran tonight, I whispered. I do, he whispered. But I promised Kieran. Lets go upstairs with him. Hes the only one who gets his dick in you tonight. Im going to do everything else with you except that. TO BE CONTINUED:

The Measure of Man An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twenty-Three As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 42; Siobhan Stuart, 41; Kavan Stuart, 15; Arial Stuart, 13 (and ); Kerry Stuart, 9 (almost 10) Kathryn Jenssen, 16 TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart <><><> (KIERAN) Kavan talked us into letting him have an end-of-school-year party. He invited about thirty of his friends, an equal number of girls and boys, and we had a pool party in our enclosed back yard. He was very proud when he introduced me to one of the girls, Kathryn. I recognized her as a girl from a house a short distance away. She had been around our house more than once but I had never been introduced before. From the way he was holding her hand, I guessed that they would call themselves girlfriend and boyfriend. She was a beautiful brunette, well developed with full breasts and hips already wide with womanhood. I wondered how old she was. She seemed older than Kavan. I cooked hamburgers and hotdogs for the crowd, while Siobhan played hostess or maybe it was damage control. Even Arial and Kerry helped their brother and his friends have a good time. They tried to splash the pool dry and ate enough to feed an army and made enough noise to wake the dead but I enjoyed it. Still, I was relieved when the last ones finally left. I looked around to make sure all the other kids were gone and, when I saw that only my kids were left, I shucked off my swimming briefs. Kavan had said he was going to wear the big boxers most of the other boys were going to wear but at the last minute he changed his mind. He and Kerry wanted to do the same thing I did and show off for the girls. I suppose I wanted to show off too. Arial said I still looked good enough to eat, as usual. A couple of guys who were on the school swim team wore Speedos but most of the guys wore long baggy boxers. I always wore briefs, never baggies. Maybe it was because I liked to be as close to naked as possible. Kavans briefs didnt quite cover his bronze-red pubic hair in front. Kerrys were skimpy too and there was no mistaking the fact that his penis was held to one side. Mine were a little more sedate but they didnt hide much. I saw the young girls checking out the guys wearing briefs, including me, and I wondered why the others wanted to wear boxers. Arial wore a bikini that was close to a thong, to the envy of the other girls, and got her share of wide-eyed stares from the boys. Siobhan wore her two-piece suit and kept a towel wrapped around her hips most of the time. She still got checked out thoroughly by the horny young boys and one horny old man. Our three kids were naked as soon as I was and we all jumped or dived into the pool. Siobhan slowly removed her bra and bottom and gracefully walked down the steps at the end of the pool. We all horsed around for a while until I noticed that Kerry seemed tired and reluctant to play. When he swam to me and wrapped his l0ng arms and legs around me, I carried him out of the pool and Siobhan followed. She laid down on one of the outdoor loungers, picked up a towel, and covered herself from her breasts on down. She held up her arms to Kerry, saying, Come here, baby, and I lowered Kerry down on to her. He snuggled up to her on his stomach, face turned sideways between her breasts, and closed his eyes. I began to pick up the mess from the party and Kavan and Arial pitched in to help. We were filling the second garbage bag when I heard the side gate open. Kathryn walked back in and was almost to the pool area before she realized we were all naked. She took one frantic look at me first, then Kavan and Arial, and last at Siobhan holding Kerry, his butt sticking up in the air. Kerry has a beautiful little butt; doesnt he? I said. Kathryns eyes went around the same circle as before. I could tell this time that she was getting a good look at me and at Kavan. I could hear her gulping for something to say. Kavan hasnt told you that were a nudist family; has he? I asked. No, she finally choked out. Wow, thats, thats cool. You all go naked with each other, huh? Kavan walked up to her and I admired his grace took both of her hands in his. Weve been doing this as long as I can remember, Kathryn. Were used to it but I guess its a shock to you; isnt it? She looked him up and down, mostly down, and finally said, Yeah, its a real shock. Ive never seen anything like it. I just wish I could do it too. Kavan looked at me, as if asking advice or permission. You can if you want to, Kathryn, I said. Kavan and Arial would be glad to play in the pool with you. Kerry is kind of zonked out. You think it would be alright? she asked. I cant stay but a little bit more. I just walked back to get my hairbrush. Its your decision, I said. Do it if you want to, but please dont say anything about it to anyone. The next time youre over here, well sit down and discuss it with you. I dont think Kavan will object; will you, Kavan? No, Dad, I think it would be great if Kathryn joined us, he said. She looked around at all of us, clearly undecided, and then Arial piped up. Yeah, Kathryn, do it. We love to swim naked. Its a lot of fun and nothing bad ever happens. Maybe that relieved her fear. She pulled off the mens shirt she was wearing and then her shorts, leaving her again in her bikini. She hesitated for a moment and then went through some sort of gymnastic maneuver with her arms that left her bra hanging in her hand. She hesitated again and then pulled down her bottom and stepped out. Youre beautiful, Kathryn, I said, because she really was. She had the perfect body that only a young girl just into womanhood can have. Kavan looked her up and down and finally choked out a full sentence, Yeah, youre really beautiful, Kathryn!" If youll all excuse me, Ill finish cleaning up, I said. Kavan, why dont you and Arial play with Kathryn in the pool for about fifteen minutes? Ill let you know when times up so you can walk her home. When I looked up a few minutes later, I could hardly see the kids for all the water splashing in the pool. I looked at Siobhan and shrugged my shoulders. I finally finished cleaning up and putting away. When I called the kids out to get dressed, the three of them had their heads together and were whispering. I heard either Arial or Kathryn whisper, You ask him. I deliberately pretended to be finishing the cleanup job and waited. Kavan asked me. Dad, is it OK if Kathryn comes over and swims with us from now on, he said. I know its just been family but she.Arial and I want her to come swim with us. Arial and I? I think he should have left out the Arial. Sure, Son, as long as she knows we dont want everybody in the neighborhood to know were nudists sometimes. When Kavan finally came back, he seemed lost in a fog and I thought I detected signs of a teen-age illness: puppy love. I was about to kid him about it when I remembered what I had done at fifteen and how grown-up I had felt about it. Arial was lying in wait for him. Wow, Kavan, is that lipstick on the fly of your shorts? Poor Kavan. He looked down immediately and then looked up at me. I could almost see him trying to remember something. Arial asshole Stuart, he growled. Kathryn wasnt wearing any lipstick. Oh, yeah, dipstick, she sneered, then whats that red stuff on your lips? Poor Kavan. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth before he realized. Gotcha again! Arial squealed Kavan pulled off his shirt and shorts and started for Arial. Did Kathryn give you that hard-on, Kavan? I asked. He looked down and realized that his dick was almost hard. Id noticed it as soon as he pulled down his shorts Gotcha, Kavan, I smiled. Yeah, Dad, he said in exasperation. She did. I kissed her. In fact we were deep kissing. Shes pretty hot at that. It made me get a hard-on. I had to wait for it to go down a little before I could walk back. I couldnt walk home with a tent in the front of my pants; could I? Everybody would have thought I was selling something. With that, he proceeded to grab Arial, throw her in the pool, and then cannon-ball right next to her. When they were through wrestling, I called them out. Get your butts out of the water. We all need to get a shower, I said. Kerry was awake again so I grabbed his hand and dragged him off his mother. I couldnt fuss at him about enjoying the closeness with her since I enjoyed the same thing. Come on, Squirt, I said. You and Kavan and I need to get a shower to wash off the pool chemicals. Well let Mom and Arial shower in the bathroom and we can go to the basement shower. That is, if they promise not to use up all the hot water washing their hair. When the three of us were showering together in the big basement shower we had built, Kerry popped a boner again. As usual he pushed his hips forward, showing off as always, proud of his four or more inches, depending on when hed last measured it, of erect dick. He reached down, pushed it downward, and we all watched as it sprang back up and slapped against his stomach. When it stopped bobbing up and down, he started to do it again. Dont do that, Squirt, I said. You need to exercise that thing; you dont need to break it off. He looked down and giggled. How do you exercise it? Do you mean jacking off like Kavan does? He exercises with his weights once every day, I said. Does he exercise his dick once every day? Before Kerry could say anything, Kavan answered. No, Dad, I dont exercise it once a day. Its usually more like two or three or four times a day. He looked at Kerry. And you can just shut up, Squirt. Dads always told us that jacking off is the most normal thing a teenage boy can do. Youre just jealous. And besides you do it too. Yeah, Kerry said, I do it too because sometimes I can make it feel real good. I guess thats an orgasm like Dad said but I dont squirt anything out of my dick like you do. Kerry, his testicles are making millions of sperm and lots of testosterone every day, I said. Kavan does it to let off a little pressure from that. Youll do it too in a few years. But nobody has told me yet how to exercise it, Kerry complained. Kavan sighed loudly. Pull your foreskin back and Ill show you, he said. I stood watching, wondering where this was going. Kerry pulled his foreskin back as far as possible on his hard pride and joy and stood waiting. Kavan reached over and, with one finger, pushed Kerrys dick down to a horizontal position. He put the finger just on the groove behind the head. See this groove, Squirt, he said, thats where you tie the cord. Kerry looked up at me and said, What cord? I shrugged and Kavan told him, The cord you tie to the ten-pound weight on the floor. Then you keep trying until you can lift the weight like Dad and me. Kerry looked me in the face and then down at my dick, half-hard from all the fun. He looked at Kavan and so did I. Kavan was more than half hard as usual. Ive got ten dollars that says neither of you can lift it either, Kerry smiled. I thought it was time for me to end the fun. You win, Kerry, I said. Were not going to try to prove it because I dont want to hurt my dick and Im sure your brother isnt ready to ruin his when its not even broken in yet. Before eight oclock, Siobhan and I were stretched out on the king-size bed in our bedroom, half-heartedly watching the usual garbage on television. The kids were watching some garbage on the television in the family room. We were all still naked, as we often were in warm weather, and the big doors from the family room to the screened back deck were open. Siobhan curled up next to me and put her hand on my stomach. I pushed it farther down and she started playing with my dick, slowly sliding the skin up and down on the shaft. I was more than half hard again and wondering whether to get up and shut the door. All of us understood that a shut door meant that we wanted privacy. Just at that moment, Kavan walked in on us, took one look, and turned around on a dime. He went back to the family room yelling, Whoop, whoop, erection alert, erection alert, whoop, whoop, get the fire extinguisher, whoop, whoop, erection alert! Kerry came running, yelling, Where? Where? Let me see. He took a flying leap and landed on the bed on Siobhans side. The two older ones had stopped doing this but Kerry still loved to do it. He crawled over her and pushed us apart, then stretched out between us. Dont worry, my lady, Ill protect you from the evil knight and his fearsome lance, he said, trying to lower his voice but not succeeding. Kavan and Arial come in together and stood looking at the three of us for a minute. I saw both of them checking out the erection alert. It was still needed. Can we get in bed with you too? Arial asked. Yeah, Kavan said, Id like to do it too. I looked at Siobhan and she just shrugged. Sure, I said, come on. Siobhan, Kerry, and I moved to the center of the bed and propped up on the big pillows. Kavan crawled in on the side next to Siobhan and Arial crawled in beside me. We were accustomed to being naked together and we even curled up in bed together occasionally, especially when the weather was cold or stormy. I sensed that this was different and wondered where this was going. I felt sure that our kids had been plotting some kind of mischief and we were going to be involved. It wouldnt be the first time. Kerry was snuggled up close to his mother, as usual, and had a hand on one breast. Kavan moved closer to her on the other side and placed one hand first on his mothers stomach and then slowly moved it up until it was on her other breast. I knew he could feel the hard nipple against the palm of his hand. Kavan moved back from his mother slightly and I wondered why. He reached down and straightened his dick so I was pointing up. I assumed he was uncomfortable having his hard-on pressed downward against his mothers hip. Kerry turned his face to his mothers breast and took the nipple in his mouth. Kavan and Arial and I watched as he began to suck gently on the little strawberry. When Kavan lowered his mouth to the other nipple and began sucking too, Siobhan looked over at me with a questioning expression on her face. Are you kids sure you want to be here with us tonight? I asked. Kavan and Kerry just grunted their Uh huh, and Arial said, Sure, Dad, let us stay. This is cool. We wont talk to anyone ab0ut it and we know you two would never let us get hurt with you. I looked at Siobhan and she just shrugged. I wasnt sure how far she was willing to go until she reached down with both hands and took Kavans hard-on in her left hand and Kerrys in her right. Arial and I watched while she gently moved her hand up and down on their dicks while they continued to suck on her nipples. My dick quickly grew into a full-blown hard-on. If you want to stay, one of you has got to get up and turn off the television. I dont know where the remote is, I said. Kerry sprang up, turned it off, and was back between me and his mother in about two seconds. When Arial leaned over me and put her hand on my dick, I looked at her, about to ask her if she should be doing this. She looked me in the eyes, smiled, and said, Relax, Dad, Im thirteen and a half. Dont you think its about time I found out what a hard dick feels like? You can feel what its like in your hand, young lady, but dont expect to feel one in you anywhere else any time soon, I admonished. I dont think youre ready for that! She wrapped her little hand almost around my cock and then slowly slid my foreskin back and eased it forward, never taking her eyes off it. I know that, Dad. I dont want to feel that for a few years yet. Nobodys going to get one in me until Im ready for it. Have you kids been making up some nefarious plot that involves your parents? I asked. Its not a nefarious plot, Dad, Arial said. We just thought you and Mom might let us play with you. We promise we wont hurt you. OK. I dont know what you three are up to but would you let me and your mother turn your plan into a learning opportunity? I asked. Sure, Dad, Kerry said, taking his mouth off Siobhans breast for a moment. Youve told us lots of good stuff about sex. We just thought we might do some of it tonight, if thats OK with you and Mom. Kavan propped up on one elbow, put his hand back on Siobhans left breast, and watched his sister playing with my cock. You know whats really different about our family, Dad? he asked. Yeah, I said, most parents wont let their kids get in their bed at all. Most fathers wont let their daughters play with their dicks and most mothers wont play with their sons dicks. No, Dad, thats not really it. Were different in the way we talk and the way we touch each other. Uh huh, Arial added, never missing a slow stroke. Youve always talked to us about sex like we were smart enough to understand it. Youve told us about what its like when you and Mom do it. The part I like is that you never say you fucked her; its always that the two of you made love. The kids at school talk about fucking and it sounds like something disgusting. The way you and Mom talk about sex and making love with each other, you make it sound like something beautiful. You make it like something sacred, sort of spiritual sometimes. Yeah, Kerry took his mouth off Siobhans right nipple again and piped in. I especially like it when we can get in bed with you. Last winter when we didnt have any heat for a couple of days, we all put on our sweat suits and got in bed together to stay warm. That was neat. Dad, Arial said, when that happened, we were all warm and it was so nice to be together. When Kavan and Kerry got up to go pee, I saw you and Mom curled up together and you had your hand under Moms sweatshirt. I could see it on her breast. When they came back, Kavan curled up against my backside. I took his hand and put it under my sweatshirt. He put it on my breast and thats all he did. When Kerry turned over facing me, I took his hand and put in under there too. He put his hand on my other breast and then just held it there. I dont think Ill ever forget how warm and loved I felt being there with them. She moved her hand from my dick, leaving my foreskin retracted and the head shining, to my balls and started playing with them. I hope I never forget that either, Siobhan said, but Kierans right. Most parents dont let their children touch them like youre touching your father and they dont touch their sons like Im doing. I know this is a first for us and Im not sure we should be doing this. I noticed that, in spite of what Siobhan said, she showed no intention of taking her hands off Kavans and Kerrys dicks. Both were clearly enjoying her hands on their hard-ons. I dont see why not, Mom, Kavan said. You sometimes let us sleep with you without clothes. When you do, I touch you and Arial with my dick. I spoon up against you and I get an erection or sometimes I wake up with one pressed against Arials butt. I dont try to do any more than that. Yeah, Dad, Arial said, Ive felt your dick before and Ive felt Kavans. When you let us sleep naked together, I like it when you hold me and spoon up against me. Ive been woke up more than once by your hard-on poking me. Same with Kavan. It doesnt bother me to feel it back there. Why should it bother you when I have it in my hand? Anyway, neither of you ever tried to stick it in me. I looked at Siobhan and she evidently saw my plea for help. Dont look at me, big boy; you got yourself into this. Now you can decide where it goes. During all the talk, I noticed Arial watching her mothers hands as she played with Kavan and Kerry. Her own hand mimicked her mothers strokes, keeping my dick at full erection. Mom, Arial said, which one do you think is bigger: Dads or Kavans? Can we find out? Kerry, do you think you could find that small measuring tape in my sewing box? Siobhan asked. Well let you hold the tape and your sister and Ill read the numbers. And get a pencil and paper. Kerry was giggling as he ran out of the room, sort of half-skipping so that his beautiful little butt switched from side to side. When he returned and stretched out in the bed again, he was grinning even wider than usual. How do we measure them? he asked. Siobhan took the tape measure and unrolled a foot or so. You hold this end up against their pubic bone. Just press down through their pubic hair and youll feel it. Where? Kerry asked. Siobhan turned loose of Kavans dick and took hold of Kerrys. She pressed the tape against his hairless pubic mound, held his dick straight up, stretched the tape along its length, and curved it around the head. I craned my neck over and checked. It looked like it was a little over four inches, maybe four and a half. Like this. she said. Kieran, you and Kavan stand up at the foot of the bed. How long was mine? Kerry asked, indignant that his had not been properly measured. He lifted his hips so his pride and joy was prominently displayed. Siobhan held Kerrys dick and applied the tape measure again. Four and a half inches. Hot damn, its grown another quarter inch, he exclaimed. Dads next, Kavan said. Hold his dick down, Arial. Kerry, youre the measurer. Arial held my dick down while Kerry held the tape. Her soft little hand probably made it grow longer. Siobhan and Arial both looked at the measurement. Siobhan tore the paper in half and handed half to Arial. Well each write down our number separately, she said. Do we just measure length, Arial asked, or do we also measure circumference? Thats a good word, isnt it, Dad: cir-CUM-fer-ence? Siobhan and I both groaned. Kerry giggled. Kerry wrapped the tape around my dick about half way down the shaft and then Siobhan and Arial wrote down the numbers. When they turned to Kavan, he complained, No fair, nobodys been keeping mine up. I need a hand. Mom, may I help him? Arial asked. I know how to get it up. Siobhan looked at me and said, You kids have amazed me enough already. I dont know what youve got in mind. You go ahead if its what you want to do. Arial leaned over Kavan and held his dick near the base. She lowered her head, stuck out her tongue, and licked it on the glans. I saw Kavan look unbelievingly at me and at his mother but he didnt stop Arial. When she opened her mouth, took the head of his cock in, and sucked on it, he closed his eyes and grinned. No fair, Arial, Siobhan said. Youre giving him a head start over your father. Arial just groaned and continued sucking for a few seconds more. When she straightened up, Kavans dick was all wet and shiny on the head and pointing almost at the ceiling. Kerry held the tape for Kavan while Arial held his dick down. She and Siobhan again wrote down their separate numbers. Now, lets add the length and cir-CUM-fer-ence together, Siobhan said. Is that the best way to see whose dick is bigger? Kavan and I nodded agreement and when Kerry nodded too, I said, It's official then. Add them together. Siobhan and Arial conferred over the numbers and then Siobhan announced the results. Sorry, Kavan, its official. Your fathers dick is a tiny bit bigger than yours. Shit, I dont care, Kavan said. Mines not through growing anyway. Kerry looked at me and at his mother. Thanks, Mom and Dad, this is lots of fun. Yeah, Mom and Dad, Arial agreed, it is lots of fun. Were not hurting you and youre not hurting us. I dont care if some people would say we shouldnt be playing with each other like this. I agree, Kavan said. Were the ones who want to play with you. Youve told us lots of good stuff about sex. We just want to do some of it. We all got back on the bed and Kerry again crawled to his mother. He leaned over her and started sucking on her strawberry nipple again. Kavan took the other strawberry in his mouth. Arial and I watched for a few minutes. Finally, I decided to reassert my fatherly prerogative. I crawled over and told my two sons that one of them had to move. Kavan obediently moved aside and I took his place. Arial came around the bed and pushed him down toward the foot of the bed. Siobhan cupped her breasts underneath and held them up to Kerry and me. Arial watched us, pushed Kavan further down on the bed, and then leaned over and whispered in his ear. Kavan knelt between his mothers outstretched legs and I watched as he leaned over her and began kissing and licking on her stomach. After a minute or so, he moved lower, trying to get his face between her legs. Siobhan pulled my ear and motioned with her head toward Kavan. Whereya going, Kavan? I drawled, in my best John Wayne imitation. Just looking, Duke, he mumbled. You should have looked when you came out of there, I said. What you see down there is mine. Siobhan pulled my ear again and said, No, its NOT yours; its mine. I just let you use it occasionally. OK, OK, just dont let him get his head stuck this time, I said. Kavan looked up at us. Did I really get it stuck, Mom? No, Kavan, you didnt get stuck, she said. The first time a woman has a baby is usually the longest labor. But you didnt get stuck. None of you did. Kavan stretched out on the bed on his stomach, face between his mothers legs. I couldnt see what he was doing but I heard her hissed intake of breath and guessed that he was doing the same thing I liked to do. When he raised his head again and held up one finger, I could see that his lips and finger were wet. Do you need any help down there, Son? I asked. No, Dad, he answered, if I can find her clit with my tongue and I can get a finger in her like this, and he crooked his first finger Id like to try to make her come like you do. Youve told me how to do it. Is it OK if I do it to Mom? Is that OK with you, Siobhan? I asked. Should I make him stop now? These kids have got me so hot that somebodys going to have to do something tonight, she answered. Do you care if he does it? Mom says you can do it, Kavan, I said to him. I hope you know what youre doing. Dad, my dick is so hard it feels like its going to bust, he said. Its just like you said it would be when I got my head between a womans legs. I want to do it, if its OK with you. I looked at Siobhan and wasnt sure what I saw in her eyes so I made up my own mind. Its OK with both of us, Kavan. Go ahead. At that, Kerry and Arial moved down on the bed so that one was on each side of their mothers legs. I dont know what they could see but they seemed fascinated by what Kavan was doing. After a few minutes, Kavan raised his head and looked at me. He crooked two fingers at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly. I nodded approval. I watched Siobhans response when he inserted two fingers into her. She gasped and I guess he must have curled them around to press on her so-called G-spot. Arial and Kerry and I watched Kavans efforts with Siobhan for a few minutes. Kavan evidently liked what he was doing as much as I did. I could see his tongue licking her and his fingers working in and out. I looked at Siobhan and saw the red flush on her chest and breasts that appeared when she was close to coming. I started to say something when she suddenly reached down, grabbed Kavans head, and pulled it against her. I knew he had brought Siobhan to orgasm. I wondered if hed been practicing with Kathryn or Arial. He looked up at me for approval, smiled wildly, and, when I nodded, he put his face back down again. Kerry wanted a turn. He pushed against Kavan and said, Let me do it too. I want to learn how to do it too. Kavan tried to push him aside. Youre too little, Squirt; you cant do a mans job. I can too! Can too! Kerry pleaded. Dad, make him let me do it too! I want to learn too! OK, OK? Let him try, Kavan. Show him what to do. Kerry got into position between his mothers legs and Kavan started whispering in his ear and pointing. Kerry lowered his head until I couldnt see his face for Siobhans red thatch. He must have had his tongue directly on her clitoris. Siobhan groaned and said, Kerry, baby, thats so good. After a minute or so, I pulled Kerry back and said, Let me try too, OK, OK? While we were changing position, Arial said, Mom, Im so wet down there from watching. Do you get that way too? Yes, Princess, she said, girls get wet; men get hard. Thats what makes it all so damn good. I got between Siobhans legs on my stomach and lowered my lips to her pussy. I licked all around on the vaginal lips and on her clitoris before finally sucking her clit out from its hood. She started bucking against my face and I rose up for a moment. Kavan was on his knees between Arials legs, looking down intently at her pussy. Kerry was between his sister and mother, watching everything, a look of absolute glee on his face. As I lowered my face back to Siobhan, I noticed Kavan lifting his sisters legs and splaying them wide. I started again, very quietly and very gently, listening to what Kavan and Arial were doing. When I looked up again, he had his face buried between her legs and her hands were on his shoulders, fingers dug in. Kerrys head looked like he was watching a Ping-Pong game. Siobhan looked over at her oldest son and daughter, watching intently. I lowered my face back down again. Kavan, dont try to get more than one finger in your sister, Siobhan said. You dont want to hurt her and shes still a virgin. I looked up at that and saw Kavan with his face still between Arials thighs. He held up one long finger and I could see it glistening wetly. Hes doing it fine, Mom, Arial said. He hasnt hurt me and it feels so good I want to cry. I know how you feel, Princess, Siobhan said. Both Kavan and I brought our hands and faces back in place. I eased two fingers into Siobhans cunt and sought out her clitoris with my tongue again. I tried to be quiet and listen for what the kids were doing. When I looked up again, briefly, Kerry was face down between his sisters thighs and Kavan was evidently instructing him. When Kavan lowered his mouth and hand to his sisters breasts, I sought out Siobhans eyes and mouthed the word, Look. She turned and watched them, as fascinated as I was. Then Kavan and Kerry changed places and I resumed what I had been doing with Siobhan. I heard Arial squeal with orgasmic pleasure and Kavan said, Damn, Arial, quit pulling my hair. Siobhan started giggling at them. I pushed my fingers in as deep as they would go and curled them around to press against her vaginal wall. At the same time, I alternated between sucking on her clitoris as strongly as I could and licking it with my tongue. A few seconds later, I heard her giggles turn into gasps and I felt her contractions on my fingers. Two orgasms within a few minutes of each other: damn, I envied women. I rose up on my hands and knees and looked at Kavan. He was in the same position over Arial looking at me. We grinned at each other, both with nose and lips and chin wet and shining. I crawled up on my usual side of the bed, Kerry stretched out close to me, and Kavan got on the other side of him. We lay back against the big pillows and I looked down to see three hard-ons in a row. Siobhan and Arial were on the other side of Kavan, still gasping and breathing heavily, coming down from the peak of pleasure. I think five minutes or more passed without a word and without anyone moving, that is, if you dont count three right hands. Finally Siobhan turned over and crawled up between my legs. She bent over, held my cock upright, and lowered her mouth to it. I watched to see what Arial would do. The kids all watched their mother sucking on the head of my cock and sliding the skin up and down on the shaft. Arial looked at me and I nodded and whispered, Its OK with us if you want to do it. Arial followed her mothers example. She opened her mouth around Kavans cock and began to bob her head up and down. Kavan and I were both watching with open mouths. Kerry was looking back and forth between Arial and his mother with open mouth and goggle-eyes. Siobhan and Arial both began slowly but somehow I think it turned into a race to see which could make their man come first. Siobhan had got me close when I heard Arial say, Mom, can we swap? Siobhan looked up at me for approval. I nodded and she and Arial switched places. When Arial tried to fit my cock in her mouth, I found it hard to look away. After a minute or so I did and saw Siobhan almost deep-throating Kavans cock while he watched in absolute awe. Arial looked up and saw what we were watching. I cant do that, she said, pouting. I can hardly get Dads big dick in my mouth. You dont need to, Princess, I told her. Most of the feeling is in the last couple of inches. Just suck on the head and use your hand on the shaft, OK? She nodded and went back to my dick, sucking on the head and moving her hand up and down rapidly on the shaft. I could feel the beginning urges of an orgasm and I didnt know what to say to Arial. Siobhan said it for me. Kieran, dont you dare come in her mouth. I dont think shes ready for that yet. You push her off and come on your stomach. I dont think shes ever seen that and she needs to see how much you come before she gets it in the mouth. Mom, let him come in my mouth, Arial said. I can spit it out on his stomach. Im not going to try to swallow it yet but I need to learn how to give a good blow-job for when I have boyfriends. How about you, Mom? Kavan grunted. What do you want me to do when I feel myself coming? Dont you worry about a thing, baby, Siobhan said. Im used to getting a mouthful occasionally. I can handle it. Just let it go whenever you want to. I smiled at Kavan and sort of raised my eyebrows. When he still looked at me quizzically, I mouthed the words Its OK. Kavan and I and Kerry watched two bobbing heads for a few minutes more. I knew I was going to come at any second and I wasnt sure Arial could take it without gagging. In a few seconds I knew everything was boiling up inside me and about to blow. I closed my eyes and it hit. Arial groaned but she kept her mouth on the head of my dick until the last spurt. She looked at me with her cheeks puffed out and eyes wide open and then spit the whole load out on my stomach right in my navel. She gasped for breath for a moment and then smiled at me. I saw Kavan throw his head back and close his eyes and I knew he was about to give his mother a mouthful. I didnt bother to tell Siobhan because I knew that she could easily recognize the signs of an oncoming orgasm. Kavans hips began to buck, thrusting his dick into his mothers mouth and I knew all too well what he was experiencing. Siobhan kept her mouth on his dick all the way before she straightened up and swallowed. Then she used her thumb and a finger to milk a little more semen out, licked that up, swallowed again, and smiled at Kavan. I hope you appreciate what your mother just did for you, Kavan, I said. He stared down at his still-erect dick and whispered, Oh, I do, Mom. I do, Dad. I shifted into pedagogical mode. If a man comes in a womans mouth, she can swallow it or spit it out and it doesnt hurt anything either way. But you can see what Arial spit out on my stomach. Think about what a man ejaculates into a womans vagina. When he lays down a puddle of semen like that against her cervix, what do you think happens? Kerry raised his hand and I nodded to him. Dad, whats in that stuff? he asked, pointing at the semen on my stomach. Did Kavan come in Moms mouth like you just did? Did she swallow all of it? Do girls like to suck a guys dick? Its mainly water with a little protein and other stuff in it, Squirt, I said. It wont hurt a woman if its on her stomach but she can sure get pregnant from it if its in her vagina and the sperm swim through her cervix into her womb. A woman likes to do things for the man she loves, Kerry, Siobhan said. He does things for her too, the same thing you and Kavan were doing for Arial. You and Kavan are going to be great lovers. That just provoked more questions. Siobhan and I tried to answer Kerrys questions with patience but soon realized that each answer given brought forth two more questions. We finally gave up and sent him for wet washcloths and towels. When he came back, he handed a wet cloth and towel to me. I handed them to Siobhan as usual and she looked at Arial and handed the washcloth to her. Arial only said Yuk once as she wiped the semen off my stomach. Siobhan dried my stomach with the towel, squeezed the last drops out of my pipeline, looked at Arial, and pointed at the blob of white semen at the tip of my red dick. Arial looked at Siobhan as if asking if she really had to lick it up. Siobhan nodded. Arial hesitated but she licked it up, hesitated longer with her lips clenched, and then finally swallowed. I looked around at the others. Well, is everybody OK with what weve done? When Kerry held his hand up again, I groaned. Nobodys done anything with me, he complained. My dicks still hard. I looked down at his penis, still hard and had been for the last hour or so. He had a nice dick for a nine-year old, officially a good four and a half inches of hard cock still sticking up over his stomach. Youre right, Squirt, I said. We havent done anything with you. Youre part of this family and we love you. Tell me what you want us to do. I want you all to suck my dick like Mom and Arial did Kavans and Dads, he said, with a big grin. The rest of looked all around at each other at his request. I didnt know what to say and evidently the others didnt either. Siobhan finally came to my rescue. Kerry, boys and men dont usually do that with other boys and men, she said. Usually girls do it to boys and women do it to men. Men dont usually do the same things to men. Why? he asked. I was afraid another endless round of questions was about to start. The kids at school say guys do suck other guys dicks. They call them queers when they do it. Is that bad? If its bad, why is it OK if Mom and Arial do it? Kerry, I think youre going to have to grow up a little more and were going to have to talk some more before you understand this, I said. For now, let me just say I dont think its bad at all if two people want to show love for each other, even if theyre both men or theyre both women. He lay there, looking puzzled, holding his proud four and one-half inch dick straight up. Kerry, did you like what you did to me and Arial? Siobhan asked. I liked it very much. Yeah, I really liked it. I think Im going to like doing it like Dad, to girls, I mean. Well, Arial and I would like to do something for you, Siobhan said. She knelt beside Kerry, used a thumb and two-finger grip to stroke his penis, took the head in her mouth, and began to move her lips up and down. She gave him a couple of minutes of attention while Kerry lay there with eyes closed and a happy smile on his face. Arial knelt on the other side and, when Siobhan stopped, she took her turn. He squirmed more and more and then began thrusting up into her mouth. When he started saying aaahhh, aaahhh and grimacing, I wondered if he was having an orgasm. When Arial took her mouth off his dick, he looked satisfied. Thanks, Arial, he said, smiling up at her. You made it feel real good. I came in your mouth. Did you swallow it? Arial opened her mouth wide to show him that nothing remained and then stuck her tongue out at him. I wondered if she had really swallowed something. Siobhan left the room, telling the rest of us to stay put. She came back a few minutes later with a tray with two bottles of beer, a partial bottle of white wine, and a glass of milk. She had five glasses, a sliced baguette of bread, and a warmed wedge of Brie cheese. I thought we might have a celebration here in the middle of the bed, she said. Just dont spill anything. I dont want to sleep in a wet spot tonight, she said, looking at me to make sure I caught her meaning. Kavan was the first one to pipe up. You mean thats for us too, Mom? You may have a half-glass of beer, a fourth-glass of wine, or a full glass of milk. And we can all share the bread and cheese until its gone. Kavan and Arial had tasted both wine and beer and I thought I knew which they would choose beer for Kavan and wine for Arial. I didnt know about Kerry because we had never offered either to him. I was right about Kavan and Arial. Kerry asked for a sip of both. He rolled each round in his mouth like a connoisseur and then chose the milk. When we finished, Kavan and Arial volunteered to clean up the tray and glasses and bottles. When they came back, giggling and holding hands, I knew they werent ready to stop playing and I wondered what theyd want next. Kerry was snuggled up behind Siobhan, one hand on her breast, one leg thrown over her thighs. Kavan and Arial crawled in on each side of me. They each put their heads on my shoulders and I couldnt see their faces. I could feel their hands when they reached down to my groin. One hand was playing with my balls and the other was gently stroking my cock. Since they were both on their sides with one arm underneath them, I knew they both had a hand on me and wondered again what they had been up to. Have you kids been practicing on each other? I asked. It seemed like you were just trying to show us how much you know about oral sex. Yeah, Dad, weve been practicing. Its OK, isnt it? Kavan asked. You and Mom have told us how its done and weve seen you do it. We watched Luke and Rachael do it too but Kerry doesnt remember that. Weve never tried to put any restrictions on your play, Son, I said. The only thing Ive told you and Kerry that you couldnt do was to try to get your dick in Arials pussy. You know why youre not supposed to do that. Yeah, you might make her have another Kerry, Kerry said, with a big grin on his face. Ive been learning how to do it with both of them, Dad, Arial said. Kavan loves it. I just didnt want him to come in my mouth like he did in Moms. He hasnt done that yet. I let you because I thought it was time I learned what it was like. Yeah, she said shed never do it again if I did, Kavan said. Now she can do it and spit it on my stomach. Well, I cant come like that yet so you can suck mine all you want to, Arial, Kerry said. I like it. You three have surprised me, I said. Have you had a good time playing with us? Dad, Kavan started, This has been almost the most perfect day of my life. Im really glad you and Mom let us get in bed with you two tonight and play with you. How about you, Arial? And you, Kerry? Yeah, Arial followed up, you and Mom could make this the absolutely best day of our lives. I looked over at Kerry. He was watching what Kavan and Arial were doing to me. Somebodys hand was now stroking an almost erect cock and somebody elses hand was cradling my balls. I wondered if theyd hatched up another plot when they were in the kitchen. What are you two little provocateurs going to suggest that will make it absolutely the most perfect day? I asked. We want to watch you and Mom make love! Kavan said. Yeah, you tell us we saw you once when we were little but neither of us remembers it. We want to see you do it so we can watch and remember it, Arial added. From the other side of the bed, another voice gave his vote. Yeah, Mom and Dad, itd be neat to watch. Can we, please, huh? I looked at Siobhan. How did we get ourselves into this mess? I asked. Well, she answered, I think it started one day when you said you wanted to have grandchildren with me. Well make you a grandmother, Mom, Kavan giggled. You and Dad have just got to show us how its done. I think weve already gone further than we should have, I pleaded. Dont you kids think we should stop for the night? Dad, are you ashamed to let us see you? Arial asked. No, Arial, Im not ashamed of making love with your mother, I answered. And Im not ashamed of it either, Siobhan added. Its just that kind of sex is usually something we want to do in private. Why, Dad? Kavan asked. Youve told us we should never be ashamed of masturbating. When I started growing and getting hair down here and he pulled my pubic hair I asked you to show me how you did it. We went down in the basement and you showed me and I did it in front of you. Weve done it in the shower a few times since then. You even let Kerry watch now. Does Mom know? Yes, I know, Siobhan, answered. He usually tells me about things like that and asks if I think its OK. And you and Mom have walked in on me lots of times when Im jerking off and I forget to shut the door. Youve seen me doing it and both of you just smile now and tell me to have fun. I dont even bother to stop now when you walk in, Kavan said. Do you really think its OK, Mom? Arial asked. Youve never shown me how you masturbate and I do it sometimes now. Will you show me so I do it right? Sometimes I want to have an orgasm and I cant so maybe I dont do it right. Yes, Arial, its OK, Siobhan answered. And yes, Ill show you how I do it if you think it will help you. Can I watch too, Mom? Kerry begged. Please, please, please? I thought I might be able to put a stop to their entreaties if I explained why we preferred to make love in private. Kids, I started, have any of you ever heard of an altered state of consciousness? Do you know what it is? Kavan and Arial admitted they didnt and Kerry looked at me like I was speaking Latin. Its an extreme state of concentration, in which you focus all of your attention on one thing. The thing can be something like a book youre reading, a television program youre watching, or a game youre playing. You become so immersed in that one thing that youre not aware of anything else around you and time becomes meaningless. You arent aware of the passage of time and when you return to normal consciousness youre usually surprised to find that it seemed like fifteen minutes when it was actually three hours. Is that what Kerry does when hes watching television and Mom says something to him and he never hears her? Arial asked. Yes, and its also what happens when youre on the telephone with one of your friends, I said. But whats it got to do with you making love with Mom? Kavan asked. Its got everything to do with it, I answered. When two people really love each other like your mother and I do, we both share that altered state of consciousness when were sharing our bodies. Im not aware of anything else except what Im feeling with my penis and with my skin and with my mouth. Thats why we usually make love with eyes closed, so we can sink deeper into that altered state. I think its as close as we can come to the desire to become one flesh. I feel like your mother and I become one single entity sometimes. Your fathers right, Siobhan added. Its not that were ashamed of anything. Its just best when were not distracted. All three kids looked at us with open mouths. Kavan and Arial were totally serious; Kerry looked a little befuddled. So its sort of like a religious experience; isnt it, Dad? Kavan asked. Yes, Kavan, it is, I answered. Have you felt that sort of way when youre kissing Kathryn? Yeah, we press up against each other and I get a hard-on and it seems like we cant kiss each other deep enough. I think you could shoot a gun next to my ear and I might not hear you. Exactly, I said, and gave him a thumbs-up, but just imagine how much deeper youd go if you were naked against her and your dick was in her pussy. Aw, come on, Dad, he laughed. My limits about eight inches. You are not eight inches yet, twerp, his sister snorted. Dads bigger than you are and hes not eight inches. Im not talking about physical depth, Kavan; Im talking about emotional depth. The emotional depth can be just as deep even if your dick is only four or five inches. So youre saying you dont want us watching because you dont want us to distract you from what you feel with Mom, Arial concluded. But Mom, Kerry wheedled, if we promise just to sit quietly and not bother you, we could watch; couldnt we? Please? Siobhan looked at me again. I didnt know what to do. On one hand, I wanted them to see what sort of very real love Siobhan and I shared. On the other hand, I didnt want to let our intimacy with our children go any further than it already had. Theyve seen almost everything else tonight, Siobhan said. Im not sure I want to be watched but I would like them to see what its like when we make love. Its the bond that holds our lives together and they know theyre a result of that love. Mom, Kavan said, I know its all about love. When you let us all get in bed with you, I feel like Im a part of you and Dad and Arial and Kerry too. I feel so loved by my family and it makes me as happy as Ive ever been. I dont know how this will work but I guess we can try it, I said. Youve got to promise to be absolutely still so get comfortable where you dont have to move around. Absolutely no talking either. Thatll spoil it for us. Well have to turn the lights down as low as they can be and still let you see. Ill turn the lights down, Kerry said, and he bounded off the bed. Kavan and Arial sat up Indian-fashion on each side of the bed and Kerry crawled back in and put his butt inside Arials crossed legs and leaned back against her breasts. She wrapped her arms around him and let her hands fall down between his legs. He grinned and grabbed her hands and put them on his dick and balls. Siobhan positioned herself on her back in the center of the bed. I stretched out beside her on my side. I looked around at the kids and nodded to them each in turn. Finally I lowered my lips to Siobhans and put my hand on her stomach at her naval. I began softly kissing her with closed lips, on the tip of her nose and chin, on each corner of her mouth, and all over her face. She reached up behind my head and pulled my face down to hers and opened her mouth to me. I opened to her and we began to sink slowly into each other. I brought my free hand up to her breast and played with one nipple until it grew hard. I lowered my mouth to the other and sucked it into the same hardness. My hand made the familiar journey down to her Mound of Venus and I played with her pubic hair for a moment before cupping my fingers around her vulva. I slowly teased the wet lips apart and inserted one finger into her hot interior. I brought the finger back to her clitoris and used its lubricated tip to stroke her clitoral hood from side to side and up and down. I heard the expected intake of breath as I touched her nerve center. I moved up on my hands and knees and trailed kisses from her breasts down to her naval. I stopped, licking at the tiny vertical indentation there, a small foretaste of the larger vertical opening that was my goal. I pulled her legs apart, and moved between them. On my knees, I put my hands under her buttocks and lifted her well off the bed. With my eyes shut, I lowered my face and brought my mouth against the spread lips of her pussy. I used my tongue to lick the hot slippery flesh there and my mouth to suck on her clitoris. When I heard her gasping intake of breath again, I lowered her back down on the bed and moved over her. Siobhan reached down and guided my dick to her center. She held it in place while I gently moved the head in and out, getting it well coated with her fluids. When she removed her hand, I gradually lengthened my strokes, each time getting more and more of the shaft wet. When I felt my dick reach the depths of her, I stopped all movement for a moment. I knew she loved this first sensation of being totally joined as much as I did. She moved her hands down to my buttocks and brought her legs up, folding herself almost in half. We both loved this position because it gave us the ultimate in penetration and only the combined mat of our pubic hair seemed to separate us. Again I held still for a minute or so. She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles together over my butt. I knew that was her signal that she was ready for me to give her every inch of my dick as fast and hard as I could. I began slowly but soon was pumping my dick into her faster and faster. As always the world faded away and time stood still. My mind held no thoughts, nothing except the deep need for the surrender to orgasm. Gradually the sensations of the impending release built up in me. Siobhan dug her fingernails into my ass and I suppose that might have triggered my coming. When the first spurt left my body, I heard Siobhan groan. I knew that she could usually feel my contractions in the flesh of my dick but not necessarily the ejaculations deep inside her. I pressed down as hard as I could against her pubic bone, hoping that the shaft of my dick would press against her clitoris and trigger her orgasm. When I felt the clenching and unclenching of her vaginal muscles around my shaft, I knew I had succeeded. I collapsed limply on top of her and joined my mouth to hers in another open-mouthed kiss. When I opened my eyes and looked around, I saw Arial on her knees, sitting back on her heels. Kerry was gone. I looked at her face and saw her eyes glistening and tears running down both cheeks. She looked like an innocent angel and I realized that she still was in spite of the nights activities. When I looked at Kavan, he was in the same position on the other side of the bed, another angel with maybe a little devil thrown in. When I asked where Kerry was, Kavan pointed toward the foot of the bed. I twisted around to look and he was kneeling on the floor, his elbows on the bed and hands under his chin. He would have been an angel too except for the wide grin on his face. I knew he had been looking at his mother and me from between my outspread legs and that hed had the best view of all. I hadnt even known when he had moved down there. I looked back at Kavan. Son, would you get us a couple of warm wash cloths and small towels? He moved immediately and was back in a minute or so. Its sometimes messy when we separate, I said. Its just part of whats perfectly normal but we do try not to make a mess on the bed. I took a towel from Kavans hand and reached down and held it against Siobhan while she lowered her legs. From long practice, the towel ended up just under her buttocks and legs, ready to catch the typical outflow. I rolled over away from Siobhan and flopped on my back. My slowly-softening dick also flopped, wetly, back on my stomach. I looked down and saw semen still oozing out the slit on the end of my penis. Kavan threw one of the washcloths to Arial and I reached for it. May I clean you up, Dad? she asked. And let Kavan clean up Mom? Ive never seen anything more beautiful in my life. Just let us do this for you, please? Siobhan looked at her and said, Maybe your brother doesnt want to do it, Arial. And maybe he doesnt know how. Its not quite the same as wiping off your fathers dick. I want to do it, Mom, Kavan said. I may not know how to do it but I want to learn. You can tell me if I dont do it right. Just then Kerry bounded energetically back in between me and Siobhan. I nodded at Arial and then at Kavan. We all watched as Arial wrapped the warm washcloth around my soft penis and gently wiped it clean. When the shaft was clean, she held it up and pulled my foreskin back and wiped the head clean. A last ooze of semen appeared on the upright tip. Arial slid her hand down to the base and squeezed gently upward, bringing out the last of the semen. When she was finished, we all turned to look at Kavan and his mother. He held the washcloth in one hand and moved it between Siobhans legs. Siobhan spread them apart for him. He looked down, uncertain of what to do. I said, Spread the lips of her pussy apart, Kavan, like this. I showed him how to slowly spread his thumb and forefinger apart. He did as I had told him and then stopped when a mixture of clear and white fluids came out of his mother. I knew she was contracting the muscles around her vagina to squeeze it out. She had done it many times for me. Kavan was undaunted; he wiped her clean as gently and completely as any mother had ever done for her baby. Siobhan reached down for the towel and pulled it up between her legs as she closed them. Arial handed her cloth to Kerry and Kavan followed her lead. Put these in the clothes hamper in the bathroom, Squirt, Arial instructed. He was out of bed in one bound and back in two seconds. Dad, I have one last request, Kavan said. I promise no more, and we can all have a perfect end to a perfect day. Would you and Mom let us sleep with you tonight? I looked at Siobhan and she nodded to me. When I gave my approval, Arial leaned over me and kissed me on the lips. I felt her lips open and her tongue seeking entry to my mouth. I opened my lips to her and sucked her tongue in. She pulled away with a loud WOW and stretched out on the outside of the bed near me. I watched as Kavan leaned over his mother and I guessed that he was going to follow his sisters example. I saw their mouths open to each other. When Kavan straightened up, he agreed with his sister. Yeah, WOW! Kerry had been watching all of this. He turned to his mother and kissed her with closed lips. She grabbed him behind the head and held him down. I could tell that she had opened her mouth and stuck her tongue in his mouth. He finally pulled away and agreed with his brother and sister. Yeah, Wowee, WOWEE! With Kerry between us, I turned over on my side, facing Siobhan, and she turned to face me. Kavan spooned up behind his mother and Arial snuggled up closer to my butt. Kerry moved lower between us and turned his face so that it was against Siobhans breasts. I looked directly in Siobhans eyes, wondering whether we had done the right thing with our kids but glad we had. Youre right, Kavan, I said sleepily. This is the perfect end to a perfect day. Its almost midnight. Lets all sleep as late as we want to tomorrow. Just remember that what youve done and seen tonight would be just a fantasy to most kids. Just dont talk about it. Let this be a memory for the five of us." It wasnt long before I closed my eyes to warm peaceful sleep, wrapped in the love of my wife and my children. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Sixty-Six As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart, 48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4 Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23 Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21 Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17 Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee Andersen, 5 Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor Bridges, 5 TELLING THE STORY Kerry Stuart <><><> (KERRY) Could we take a break now? Kieran asked. Im hot. I could go for a cold beer. I could go for anything cold, Siobhan said. What would you like, Kerry? Just a diet soft drink, I answered. I was beginning to like beer but I had to avoid empty calories as long as I had my modeling contract. Oh, come on, Kerry, Kieran said. Ill get three of those mugs I keep in the freezer and you and Siobhan can split a beer. You can drink half an ice-cold beer. Its really great like that when youre hot and sweaty. Kieran, dont start that again, Siobhan said. Hes only got a couple of more months until he can forget about watching his weight. OK, screw the diet, I said. Screw the modeling contract too. Its been fun but Id rather use my mind than my looks any day. Well, anyway, lets go in the kitchen, Kieran said. We need to let the bed cool off a little. I need a pit stop first, Siobhan said. Wait on me. Me too, Kieran said. Kerry, wait on us. I waited. They didnt take long. Siobhan came out of the bathroom giggling. She had both hands behind her on her butt. I didnt even ask what Kieran had done to make her laugh. I led the way to the kitchen, with the two of them just behind me. I heard Kieran whispering and turned around briefly. He had his arm on Siobhans shoulders and was whispering something to her. I guessed he was trying to get her to do something, probably with me. I didnt care what it was; I was ready for anything. Kieran got three of the heavy glass mugs he kept in the freezer for beer. Siobhan got two bottles of the beer he liked, a German bock beer, from the refrigerator. It was a deep amber color, almost brown. Id tasted it lots of times and was starting to like it too. Siobhan sat down in a chair but Kieran and I remained standing. He poured half of a bottle into one of the mugs and pushed it to her, then poured the other half in a mug and motioned for me to take it. We waited until he poured his and then lifted our mugs to our mouths. I saw ice crystals around the inside of mine as I drank. The beer was good like that, probably nothing like the Germans drank it, but I liked it. I liked it so much I drained my mug and almost froze my throat. I didnt know Kieran was behind me until he pushed me close to Siobhan. She grinned at me and grabbed my dick. It was still soft but swollen and maybe ready to stand up again. I had no idea what she was doing. She took another big swallow of beer, leaned over, pushed my foreskin back, and quickly took the head of my dick in her mouth. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue, the beer, whatever, was icy but the effect on me was hot. I felt the blood surge into my dick. She straightened up and grinned at me again. I told Jerry Id cold-cock you, she said. I tried to hold back a big burp but it squeezed out anyway. Damn! I said because I couldnt think of anything else to say. I sat down in a chair beside her. I looked at Kieran, Jerry, whoever the fuck he was, leaning back against the kitchen counter, grinning. Has she ever done that to you? I asked. He nodded. Takes your breath away, doesnt it, Jason? Jerry put me up to it, Siobhan said. Hes a bad little boy. I decided to get even with him. I looked at her mug. It was empty, like mine. I went to the refrigerator for another beer, to the freezer for two fresh mugs, and then sat down beside her again. I poured half of the bottle in each of the two mugs. Lets both cold-cock him, Allison, I said to Siobhan. Are you sure, Jason? she asked. Why dont you just let me do it? Im sure, I said. Hes been telling me Id better be ready for anything if I go play with you two and Luke and Rachael next weekend. Lets just see if hes ready for anything. Youd better not do it, Jason, Kieran said. It might make you queer. Not a chance, I said. Gays like to do something thats not a turn-on for me. I already know Im not going to grow up to be gay. Whats that? Siobhan asked. They like to fuck each other in the ass, I said. I dont want to fuck another guy and I sure as hell dont want another guy fucking me. Oh, I thought you wanted to do it with me, she said. I was only teasing about it, just like you were, I said. I dont see why any guy wants to do it to a woman, not when theres a place thats a zillion times better. Bullshit, Kieran said. Paul and I did it to Lauren once. If a woman really wanted you to do it, Ill bet you would. What do you think, Siobhan? She looked directly at me. Oh, I think I could have convinced him. She picked up her mug, took a sip of beer, and then wiggled her finger at Kieran. Come here, Jerry. I picked up my mug, took a swallow, and then wiggled my finger at him too. Yeah, come here, Jerry. Youre chicken-shit, if you dont. He shook his head, maybe no, but he walked over in front of us anyway. I took another big mouthful of beer and held it as long as I could. I slid off the chair, down on my knees, and cold-cocked him while I swallowed the beer. He groaned when I tried to suck the head off his dick. Siobhan was on her knees waiting for him. As soon as I pulled back, she took a big mouthful of beer, held it for a few seconds, and then cold-cocked him again. He groaned again and even shivered as she was sucking him. I watched and sipped the rest of my beer. Kieran Jerry went to the freezer for another cold mug and to the refrigerator for another beer. He poured most of it in his mug, a little bit in Siobhans, and the rest of it in mine. He took a swallow and let out a burp. Stand up, Jason! he said. Im not chicken-shit! Ill do anything you do and probably do it better. I let out a louder burp, a real belch, sort of saying I dont believe you, and stood up. Siobhan giggled and let out a polite little burp. Jerry sat down in my chair, took a couple of big swallows, burped, and then cold-cocked me again. I shivered this time. Dont worry, Jason, Siobhan said. Ill thaw it out for you later, Thaw mine out too, Jerry whined like a little boy. Its frost-bitten. I didnt need to have my dick thawed out. It had swelled to a hard-on within seconds of Siobhan cold-cocking me. Kierans wasnt quite standing up when I cold-cocked him but it was close. I decided to taunt him a little. I sat down in a chair, leaned back, and stretched my legs out straight. I used the muscles around my dick to make it jump up and down a few times. Its alive! I said in my best mad-scientist imitation. Its alive! Igor, its alive! I couldnt remember whether Id ever done that with them around. I guess Siobhan hadnt seen me do it before. She almost fell out of her chair laughing. Kieran didnt even try to duplicate my performance. You two are both bad little boys, Siobhan said, when she had finally calmed down and could talk again. I dont know why I put up with you. Cause we put it up you, Kieran-Jerry, said. Im ready for a fucking shower, I said. I think somebody spiked my fucking beer. Yeah, lets all three get in the fucking shower together, Kieran suggested. We cant all get in there at the same time, Siobhan said. Its not big enough. Get in the shower with me and itll get bigger, Kieran said. Hush, Kieran, Siobhan said, I was talking about the shower, not your dick. Its big enough, I said. I got in there once with Brad and Arial. It was hard but we both got it in thereI mean we all got in there. Kerry, are you drunk? she asked. Nope but I feel a little buzz. Ive never been drunk before and Im not drunk now. Hes just like me, Siobhan, Kieran said. I dont like to get drunk because I cant control what I do and say. Hes a control freak just like me. We were quiet when we went down the hall past Alannahs bedroom. She was a sound sleeper and typically slept for about ten hours. She usually woke up about six in the morning. Sometimes she would come down to the basement and crawl in the bed with me if nobody was up. The three of us were able to squeeze in the shower in their bathroom. We did some groping and a lot of rubbing against each other and a little bit of washing. I began to feel even more of a buzz, sort of dopey-headed, but it wasnt bad. It just made me feel silly. Maybe it made Kieran and Siobhan silly too. I wrapped my arms around Siobhan from behind and poked her with my hard-on. She acted like she was trying to get it in her pussy but we couldnt figure out how I could get down to it or she could get up to it. Kieran was in front of her and he tried to get his dick between her legs too. It just couldnt be done with all of us standing up straight and Kieran and I didnt have room to stoop down. Of course, it might have been possible if she had quit squirming and had held still long enough. When we got out of the shower, we helped dry off each other. Kieran and I dried Siobhan and then she and I dried him. I tried to rub his dick off with a towel and he took it away from me and flipped me on my butt as I tried to get away. I raised my hands and surrendered and then they both rubbed me dry. Siobhan made Kieran let her dry my dick and balls. Are you two ready to go to sleep? I asked. Ill go downstairs to my own bed if you want me to. You can sleep with us, Kerry, Kieran said. You havent done that in a long time. Its been a few years. Im not ready to go to sleep, Siobhan said. Its just past ten oclock. Theres something else I want to do with you two. What? Kieran asked. Just wait, she said. Its something silly but I want us to do it. When we went back to their bedroom, I waited for Siobhan to get in the bed first, thinking that shed want to be in the middle. She surprised me. Kieran, would you mind if Kerry got in the middle this time? she asked. When he was little, thats where he loved to get. I cant remember the last time he crawled in between us. I remember, I said. I was twelve years old and you let me stay with you while you were making love. I even helped Kieran by sucking on your nipples while he was fucking you from behind. Boy, that was really hot! I dont mind if hes in the middle for a while, Kieran said, but Id rather have you in the middle when we go to sleep. If Im going to spoon up to somebodys butt, I want it to be yours. Well, you used to spoon up against my butt, I said. Siobhan used to let me play with her breasts and youd be behind me, propped up on one elbow, watching what I was doing. It made me feel loved to be there with both of you. Could we do it like that for a few minutes, Kieran? Siobhan asked. Ill get in the middle before we go to sleep. Are we through playing for the night? he asked. I thought you wanted to do something else. Were not through, she answered. I hope you and Kerry have a little more ammunition in your guns, at least one more round. I looked at Kieran and frowned at him. Did you tell her what we did this morning? Yeah, sure, you know I dont keep any secrets from her. I thought it was fun. She said she wished she could have seen us doing it. Lets get in the bed, Siobhan suggested. Ill help you reload your guns and then Ill tell you what I want you to do. Do you want me to turn out the lights? I asked, and walked over to the wall switch for the overhead light. Lets leave the ones beside the bed on, Kieran said. I want to see what were doing. OK, but turn them down so its not so bright, Siobhan said. Kerry, you can turn out the overhead light. I turned out the light, crawled in the bed, and stretched out in the middle. Kieran waited until I was settled and then looked at me while he dimmed the bedside lights. When Siobhan got in on my left side, I turned toward her. Kieran got in behind me and spooned up against me, just the way I remembered it from six years ago. She turned toward me, her face a foot or so from mine and her knees against mine. I put my hand on her breast with my thumb and forefinger on the nipple. Kieran moved up closer to me, put his right leg over my left one, and I felt his hard-on pressed against my butt. Just like old times. He rose up on one elbow and I knew he was watching what Siobhan and I were doing. Siobhan cupped her hand under one breast and lifted it up toward my mouth. I moved down a little, bent my neck, put my lips around the nipple, and started sucking gently. She reached down, took my dick in her hand, and started stroking, just as slowly and gently as I was sucking. Kieran rose up a little higher, I guess so he could see better, and then put his hand over hers. Together they jacked me some and then Siobhan slid her hand down over my balls and left Kierans hand stroking me. I remembered theyd put their hands on me like that the last time, years ago. They whispered back and forth while I sucked on her nipple. When I put my hand on her hip, slid it around onto her butt, then further until I felt the lips of her pussy, she told him what I was doing. When I moved the hand around in front, she lifted one leg, and I got my middle finger as deep in her furnace as I could. Again, she told him what I was doing and what it felt like. I sucked and finger-fucked and let them do the talking. I didnt have anything to say. After a few minutes, Siobhan pushed me back away from her. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were almost closed and she was smiling. Youve got me too hot, Kerry, she whispered. Im close to coming and I want to do something else before I do. What? Just wait. Ill tell you in a few minutes. I want to do something Kieran loves. I think you will too. If its what I think it is, I know he will, Kieran said. Could you get in the middle now so I can watch? Im going to do it to both of you, Kieran, she said. Just remember I dont want you to come while Im doing it. Stop me if you get too close, OK? I had no idea what it was but I said OK anyway. She made me move up to the head of the bed and then crawled over me. She settled down with her head near my hip, and then tugged at me until I turned over on my side with my dick near her face. Kieran turned over on his side, facing me and grinned at me. Just relax, Kerry, he whispered. Dont try to do anything. Just let her do it. I closed my eyes and let her. Maybe it was nothing special but I loved it. It was probably as erotic as anything Id ever experienced. She put her nose on each side of my balls, took a few deep breaths, then started licking me and didnt stop until shed licked every bit of my dick and balls and all around. Then she started sucking. She started with my scrotum, sucked one testicle into her mouth, and then the other. Nobody had ever done that to me before. It didnt feel that great but just the idea that she was doing it made me squirm. I opened my eyes and saw Kieran propped up on one arm, watching, and grinning at me. She stopped, took a few more deep breaths, and then started sucking and licking my dick. I closed my eyes and relaxed again. She did it slowly and gently, not like she was trying to make me come, not so much like she was doing something that I liked, more like she was doing something she liked and enjoyed doing. I let everything else fade away until there was nothing but my dick and her mouth and my balls and her hands. I came back to reality when she stopped. I like doing that to you, Jason, she whispered. Is it OK if I do it to Jerry for a while? Im a bad little girl. I want to do it to both of you. Youre not a bad little girl, I said. Youre a gooood little girl. You can do that to me anytime. She did the same thing with Kieran. He kept his eyes closed and, from the look on his face, he was enjoying it as much as I did. I lay there, propped up on one elbow, slowly stroking my dick, and watched the show. She played with him for maybe five minutes and then stopped and got up on her knees between us. OK, now you two can finish up with each other and I get to watch, she whispered. I like to watch two guys doing a soixante-neuf. Kierans eyes popped open and he looked at me. I didnt want to finish up with him. I didnt know whether hed be willing to finish with me. I didnt know whether she was just teasing and daring us again. I thought it would be fun to tease Kieran about it. Thats fine with me but Im not going to swallow, I said. How about you, Kieran? I always swallow, he said, grinning at me. Its as good as raw oysters. I looked at Siobhan. She wasnt grinning, not with her mouth anyway, but her eyes said something else. I looked back at Kieran. He was still grinning. I didnt know what the fuck was going on. I didnt want to do anything with him, not a sixty-nine anyway. Well, come on, Kerry, Kieran said. Do you like it top and bottom or side by side? I looked back at Siobhan. She had a little bit of a grin on her face now. I still didnt know whether they really expected me to do it or whether they were just teasing me again. Kieran had told me that Id better be ready for anything if I went to Luke and Rachaels with them. I thought I was. But I guess I was thinking of anything as something guys did with girls, not guys doing it with each other. You can relax, Kerry, she said. I dont really want to watch you and Kieran sucking each other. Were just teasing you. Dont listen to her, Kerry, Kieran said. She and Rachael got me and Luke to do it with each other. They watched us and kept at us to really get into it, to do it like we really wanted to suck each other. Well, that was just because you and Luke kept teasing me and Rachael to do a soixante-neuf while you two watched, she said. We enjoyed doing it. I dont see why you cant admit you enjoyed doing it with Luke. I thought I had admitted it, he said. I guess I enjoyed it too much. I was afraid I might learn to like it so much that Id want to keep doing it. You guys are all alike, she said. You love it when a woman sucks your dick. When I asked Jason what he wanted, thats the first thing he asked for. Suck my dick! Shit! Its always OK if a woman does it. Just let a man do it and you panic. Thats not true, Siobhan, I said. I didnt panic when Jerry cold-cocked me. Ive played with a few couples where I sucked the guys dick. I dont mind doing it when were all playing around and having fun. I just know Id rather have my mouth on a womans pussy than on a mans dick any day. You inherited my cunnilingus gene, Kerry. Kieran said. When I was a kid, I used to have fantasies about licking and biting and sucking a girl all over and saving her pussy for dessert. The first time I really did itboy, that was really something...doing it with Lauren was better than any fantasy. And Ill always be grateful that she got you off to such a good start, Siobhan said. Are you two ready to do something else? Have you got your derringers reloaded? See what I have to put up with, Kerry, Kieran said. If I didnt love her so much, Id spank her butt for calling my bazooka a derringer. I think you should spank her anyway, I said. Id like to watch you do it. Get her butt all rosy red and then well both bite it. Dont you dare, Kieran! she said. You two have got to do what I say now. Whatever your dick is, I helped you reload it. Now I want to watch you shoot it. What do you mean? I asked. Just what I said, she said. I want to lay here in the middle of the bed and I want you two to get on your kneesstraddle my legsand jack off while I watch. It may be silly but its what I want. I looked at Kieran. He was grinning at me and I knew hed do it. I guess he knew Id do it too. What are you going to be doing while were doing that? I asked. Im going to use my fingers to do myself, she said. Im going to see if I can come at the same time you do. She spread her legs wide apart and put both hands between them. I couldnt see what she was doing but I wanted to watch her doing herself while we jacked off on her. Maybe it was silly but I really wanted to do it too. Come on, Jason, Kieran said. Lets do what Allison wants. Im ready. He rolled over on his knees and straddled one leg. I straddled the other, looked down, and saw her fingers start to move. I looked at Kieran and saw that he was looking down at where her hand was. He started stroking his dick and I did too. She had not only helped me reload but shed also primed me. Within a minute or so, I felt the urge to shoot begin and I decided to see if I could give her a good one. I put my other hand between my legs, thumb over my dick against my stomach, fingers curled around my balls, fingertips pressed against the area between my balls and my asshole. I tightened the muscles in my stomach and hips and thighs, gave my dick a few more strokes, and started shooting. The first one flew a few feet and hit on one side of her face. I bent my dick down a little and the next one got her on one of her breasts. I bent it a little more and drilled her in the stomach. I leaned back, bent it a little more, and squirted a little more down on her hand and her pubic hair. I looked back at her face and saw her eyes almost closed and an expression that told me she was coming too. I looked at Kieran and watched him. His hand was almost a blur. It didnt stop moving until hed laid down another trail of white blobs and strings on her breasts and stomach. I waited, watching Siobhans hand moving around between her legs about as slowly as my hand was moving on my dick. I looked at Kieran, saw him squeeze out another glob of semen, and then shake his dick until it dropped down on her stomach. I milked my dick down and added a little more to the mess. Siobhan moved both hands up through all the semen, rubbed it around on her breasts, especially the nipples, then cupped her hands underneath them and held them up. Strawberries and cream, she whispered. Anybody want some? I looked at Kieran to see what he was going to do. When he bent over, I joined him. <><><> The next morning, I woke up with a piss-hard and a bladder demanding to be emptied. I was groggy and half awake and, for a minute, I couldnt remember where I was. I felt someone behind me and I knew from the breasts pressed against my back that it was a Siobhan. But there was somebody in front of me too, somebody little, spooned back against me, a little naked butt pressed back against my hard-on. I tried to sort it all out and then I knew. Siobhan was behind me and Alannah was in front of me. They were both still and breathing slowly. I tried to be still too but there was no way I could. I eased out as slowly and gently as I could and went in the bathroom. When I came back out, Kieran and Siobhan were awake, hair all mussed, naked, and both turned toward Alannah. She was on her stomach between them, with her hands under her chin and the calves of her legs bent back toward her beautiful little butt and wiggling around and around. I stood and watched them talking to her and playing with her. I didnt feel that she was taking my place. I was happy that she could be there with them, sharing in their love, just like I had. It just made it easier for me to do what I wanted to do, what I had to do. <><><> On Wednesday morning, I caught Dad before he left for work. I wanted to talk to him about lots of stuff and I didnt want to do it with Mom or Alannah around. I asked him if hed go fishing with me down in the creek that evening. He knew what I wanted. Sure, he answered. What do you want to talk about? Lots of things, I said. They all get mixed up and Im having a hard time deciding what I want to do and whats the best way and stuff like that. OK, Ill be home a little after five. I want to have a little time with Alannah and Siobhan first. What time do you want to go? We could go about seven and still have about an hour of daylight to fish. Ill get us some crickets and worms and make sure the poles and lines are OK. We always used little cane poles with a light line and a cork and a small lead weight to fish in the creek. If we went down the creek toward the river a short distance, there were some deep holes in places. We would flick the line upstream and let it drift into the holes. Most of the fish we caught were bream but Dad and I liked them. We were going down the hill to the creek when I asked my first question. I wanted to save a certain question for last. Dad, is Kavans plan to purchase Manchester Landscaping going to work? I asked. Yeah, I think so, he answered. The Manchesters really want to sell the business to him. Siobhan has helped him put together a good financing package. Hell have a bank loan and Ill co-sign that. Hell have a new mortgage on the property. And hes going to sell two thousand shares of common stock. Is it OK if I buy a hundred shares, I asked. If I wait a few months, I wont have to ask your permission but I want to subscribe to the stock now. He looked at me and I suppose he was wondering if I knew what I was asking to do. Are you sure? he asked. The stock will be sold at $100 per share. Thats a big chunk of the money Siobhan has invested for you. Im sure. I know what Im doing. Kerry, the stock wont necessarily pay dividends any time soon and, if Kavan screws up, you could lose your investment. Why do you want to do it? Do you remember the time I cut my foot bad at the creek and Kavan and Arial brought me home. I think I was eight then. Yeah, the three of you were down there barefooted and you stepped on a piece of glass, didnt you? You had to have some stitches and a tetanus shot. We werent all barefooted, Dad. Kavan and Arial had their old sneakers on. I took mine off. Kavan told me to keep them on but I didnt listen to him. I dont remember it that way. Kavan lied about it when he told Mom. He told her a white lie so I wouldnt get punished. I knew you and Mom wanted us to wear old sneakers in the creek but I wanted to get barefooted and wade. Please dont tell Mom, OK? Is that why you stopped arguing with him so much? Seems like that was about the time your relationship with him changed. Yeah, that was part of it. I guess it was mainly the way he took care of me and didnt fuss at me. What did he do? My foot was bleeding pretty bad and Arial wanted to run home and get Mom. Kavan told her not to. He said he didnt want her running down the hill not knowing how bad I was hurt. He said they could take care of it. And they did; didnt they? Yeah, Kavan sat me down on a rock and held the cut closed with his hand until the bleeding slowed down. He got Arial calmed down and she got me to stop crying. He got her to hold the cut closed, took off his shirt and cut some strips out of it, made a compress, and tied it over the cut. Then he carried me up the hill on his back. If you were eight then, he was about thirteen, wasnt he? He carried you all the way up the hill by himself? Yeah, Mom saw us coming and I guess she saw my foot was bandaged but she didnt panic. Arial was chattering away about what had happened. Kavan couldnt say anything until he caught his breath and then he told Mom the white lie. He was looking at Arial when he told it like he was daring her to tell Mom the truth. Did he ream you out later for being so stupid? No. We talked for an hour that night but he never said a word about what Id done. He still hasnt said anything to me about it. And thats why you want to put your money in his company, huh? Maybe. Maybe its because he was so calm and competent and assured that afternoon. Maybe its because he took care of me and never fussed at me. Maybe its because hes my brother and I love him and I trust him. Thats not a good reason for a business decision, Kerry, he said. Yes it is, I protested. I know Kavan. Hes got his degree in landscape architecture. He knows how to do everything at Manchester Landscaping. He wants to buy the business and run it. I know he can do it. Hell never let us down. Thats just the way he is. Anyway, how much of the common stock are you and Mom going to buy? Ill leave that up to Siobhan, he said. Lauren wants to buy some and Stuart and Luke do too. I think all of the common will be subscribed in the next week of two. If you can convince your Mom to let you subscribe to some shares, its OK with me. The first place we fished was at a big sycamore tree. The creek had washed a deep hole close to the tree and I almost always caught something in it. This time Dad was the one who got lucky. It was a nice catfish, the kind thats really good eating. He was putting it on the string when he asked me about Alexandra. I heard you were at lunch with an older woman, Kerry, he said. Have you got a new conquest? Nah, not yet. Do you know Alexandra Mishkoff? Shes the Arts and Entertainment editor for the paper. We've had lunch together a couple of times. The first time, she took me to lunch at Mork and Mindys Deli. She wanted to talk to me about writing a follow-up story on the high school production of Porkys. She saw it and also the production of Grease, the next year. Thats the one in which Nicole Whittaker and I were the lead dancers. She loved both of them. Lunch was supposed to be about an hour but we ended up sitting and talking until after two oclock. We hit it off in more ways than one. Damn, shes hot I dont know her but I know who she is. Shes twice your age, Kerry. Yeah, more than that. Shes forty, but shes a hot forty, Dad. She did me a favor so I took her to lunch the second time. What did she do? She got me a couple a couple of tickets to a concert that was sold out. I took her to lunch at The Gardens as a thank-you. Thats a pricy upscale place, Kerry, Was she impressed? Yeah, I dressed up some, thanks to Cruise Classics, and picked her up in my car. She wanted to know where I got the clothes and the car so I told her. I didnt tell her where we were going and she was surprised when I pulled up at The Gardens. Id made reservations and I just acted like I went there all the time. We talked about the article she wants to write and had another long lunch. I promised Id help her. You said not yet when I asked you about her. Are you planning on seeing her again, maybe adding her to your harem? Who knows? I asked her for a date, told her Id bring her back to The Gardens for dinner and dancing. She said she wouldnt date me until I was eighteen, told me to call her then. We both know what we want. I have no idea what you two want with each other, he lied. Well, she did. I asked her for a birthday present, a pair of her panties to make it clear what I wanted. She asked me what shed get in return. I told her Id eat her until she couldnt talk and fuck her until she couldnt walk. When I took her back to the newspaper, she kissed me on the cheek and told me to call her. Kieran just shook his head. Kerry, youd better be careful about messing around with older women. You didnt tell me that when I was messing around with Lauren. I knew Lauren wouldnt hurt you. I dont know anything about Alexandra. Just dont get into something over your head. Thats a good one, Dad. Ill give you two points. You know what I mean, Kerry. Yeah, I know. What have you got planned for the summer to keep you out of mischief? he asked. Sounds like youve already got plans to get into something. Well, the modeling job is going to take a lot of time, I answered. The moneys too damn good to turn down but Im getting tired of it. I meant something where youre going to use your brain, not your looks or your dick. Stuart wants me to work my way through some math subjects where he thinks Im a little weak. He wants me to pick one basic course and make sure I know it well enough to teach it, you know, develop an outline, make up some tests, and stuff like that. He wants me to teach a few classes with him as a student so he can rip my ass to shreds. Kerry, you know what hes doing, he said. The experience will be useful if you go to school at Stuarts alma mater. They like to make grad students into low-paid slaves. You might end up teaching students older than you are. Would you mind if I sat in on the class when youre teaching it? Maybe you could invite Luke too. Its OK with me, I said. Ill let you know when Im ready. Maybe Luke would help you with some computer applications, he said. Why dont you ask him? I already did. He gave me some computer programs he says I should learn. He charged them to Andersen Security and told me I could repay the company by helping Andersen employees with them when they need it. Is it OK for him to give me something like that and charge it to the company? Did he tell you? Well, I hadnt heard about it but, sure, its OK. Thats Lukes decision. He evidently thinks you can help our employees as payment. Luke doesnt bother me with details like that. Hes a take-charge person. He may be the next CEO for Andersen Security. Oh, when would that happen? Not before Im fifty-eight, Kerry. I told you about the golden handcuffs the companys put on me. I can retire as a millionaire at fifty-eight if I want to. Hed told me about the golden handcuffs. Hed been contacted a few times by corporate headhunters who had heard of what hed done at Andersen Security. The Board of Directors, mainly Ms. Lauren, had put the handcuffs on him to make sure he wouldnt leave Andersen. Luke said hell help me with the computer programs anytime I want it and Stuart said hell help me brush up my math courses. They both said I could come over about five, play with the kids, have dinner with them, and work with them afterwards. They said I could spend the night anytime I want to. What does that mean, spend the night? Kieran asked, grinning at me. It just means I can sleep over, Dad, I answered. What do you think it means? It sounds like they want you to play with the little kids before dinner and then play with the big kids when you go to bed. Is that what you think they mean? Who knows, Dad? I answered. The flesh is willing and the spirit is weak. We walked down the creek a little farther and baited our hooks again. I found a likely spot and dropped in my line. He moved on a few feet and tried another spot. I saw Tara Winegard yesterday, I said. And again today. And I want to see her lots more. Tara was a friend when I was in high school. She had been to our house as part of a study group more than once. Dad knew her father and mother. I didnt know if hed remember her. He did. Oh? Whats she like now? Shes really changed, I said. I couldnt believe what she looks like now. Were the same age but she was just a junior when I graduated. She just graduated last week. She was kind of mousy and shy and skinny when I graduated. Kind of cute and mischievous too. Now shesshes tall and beautiful, really gorgeous. Legs like you wouldnt believe. Come on, Kerry, he said. What happened? Sounds like she made quite an impression on you. Yeah, she sure did. You know they give us a big white robe to wear when were not busy. They were doing some swimsuit pictures first. I had on a Cruise Classic version of a Speedo and they were through with me so I put on my robe and started back to where the guys change. I didnt have it closed cause most of us dont worry about somebody looking at us. She came out of a room across the hall with her robe wrapped around her. I didnt know who she was but I looked cause she was so tall. When she saw me she smiled like she knew me and then flashed me and said, Hi, Kerry. Flashed you? Dad asked. You mean she was naked under her robe? Nah, she had on a little two-piece outfit, I said. The way she grinned and the way she did it thats when I knew who she was. It was Tara. I saw her again later and asked her to have lunch with me. They furnish sandwiches and drinks when were working and we eat when were not busy. We ate lunch together today too. And youre smitten, huh? Dad said. Whatever. Boy, shes really something. Shes almost as tall as me; she says shes five eleven in her bare feet. Shes not skinny anymore. Shes filled out enough to make my tongue get hard. I want to ask her for a date. Well, go ahead, he said and paused for a second like he was thinking. Is there a problem with asking her for a date? No problem. I know my dicks interested in her. I jacked off twice last night thinking about how she looked when she held her robe open. I just dont want to get involved with her unless theres the possibility of a lot more than sex. I dont think that would be fair to her. Shes always had a reputation as one of the nice girls in school. She told me to bug off if all I wanted was to hook up with her. I saw his cork go under and he jerked his pole. He had a bream big enough to put up a little fight. It was a keeper so I put it on the string with the others. Are you holding back on your questions? he asked. You could have told me about Tara anytime. I know. Meeting her is just one more example of what makes it so hard to make up my mind about going to college in California and leaving home and being away from my family. I want to go. I want it real bad. I want to be totally on my own and be responsible for my life. Kavan and Arial may be content to stay here but I just feel like I cant. I want to see different places and meet different people and all sorts of stuff. Then I see Tara, after not having seen her in about two years, and I want to stay here andI dont even know what. I just have a feeling I might be stupid not to get to know her better. I havent felt like this about any other girl Ive known. Why dont you just talk to her about it? If she graduated high school last week, I imagine shell start college somewhere this fall. She probably has a lot of the same concerns you do. Shes going to college here. Maybe I ought to just stay here and get my undergraduate degree and then go to Stuarts alma mater for my PhD. I just have a feeling about her, like maybe I could end up married to her. I wouldnt mind seeing her face for the rest of my life. What color are her eyes, Kerry? he asked. I knew the answer. Theyre a very light blue-gray. Did you really know you wanted to marry Mom the first time you saw her? I asked. I think I remember you said you did. How did you know? Yeah, I dont know how or why I felt that way but I really did feel like she was the woman I wanted to marry. Id never felt like that before. She smiled at me you know how her face and eyes light up when she smiles and I knew I wanted to marry her. Well, Ill have this summer to see what happens with her, I said. But I want to get busy and make plans to transfer to Stuarts alma mater this fall or maybe next January. Will you help me? I dont mean with money. I mean with Mom and Alannah. Maybe you and Stuart and Luke could all help me decide on a major. I love studying math and physics but I need to point myself at a specific goal. Yes, Ill help you. Well all help you. Thats one more thing I want to talk about, Dad, the most important thing, I said. About this weekend I want to go play with you and Siobhan and Luke and Rachael. The only problem is, the way you and Siobhan make it sound, its a lot of playing and sex and fun. I like that but I wish I could make love to her sort of peaceful and quiet first. You want some private time with her? Is that what youre saying? Uh, uh, not really, I just wish it could be like it was last Saturday night, with both of us loving her, just me and you. The only thing different would be that I get to go all the way with her. You want me around while youre doing it? You want me to stay and watch? Yeah, I want you to stay. I want to watch you with her. I want you to watch me with her. Both of us, huh, one after the other? he asked. Yeah, Ill even take sloppy seconds, I answered, grinning at him He punched me on the shoulder. And I get third and you get fourth? I pretended I was going to hit him in the stomach. Yeah, I guess so, if you can get it up again. I know I can. Ill talk to Siobhan tonight and see what she says, he answered. Are you going to be home tomorrow night and Friday night? Yeah, I dont have any plans until Saturday night. What are you doing then? he teased. Could we talk about that, I asked. I mean, be serious about it. I keep thinking about it. I want to do it but I keep thinking maybe its wrong for me to do it with Siobhan. Kerry, you know what Ive tried to teach you about sex, he said. Dont ever do anything without the permission of the other person and dont ever do anything to hurt her. Shes says its OK with her and you know youre not going to hurt her. Yeah, I hope it doesnt. Im not talking about physically. If your dick doesnt hurt her, I know mine wont. Im talking about the relationship we have. Most people would say we shouldnt do it because its incest and its a sin for us to do it. He stood and looked at me for a minute or so, grinning at me, and shaking his head. Kerry, weve had lots of talks about religion over the last few years. Whats a sin? I know. I know. People say its a sin if you disobey gods holy words. You say theres no such thing as a sin. I suppose youre an atheist and I guess I am too. You say theres no supernatural entity like a god and all the so-called holy books are just a jumble of stuff written my men. Theyre not a gods words; theyre mens words. I agree with that. I dont call myself an atheist, Son, he said. I dont even feel like an agnostic. Ive searched for years for something like religion to believe in. All I want is a little bit of objective, verifiable evidence that the core assertions are really believable. Ive never found any. I dont say theres no god; I just say Ive never found any evidence of one. Why do you get so pissed off when somebody talks about the virgin birth and all that kind of stuff? Because of the way they see a woman. They see her as pure and undefiled if shes a virgin. If shes had a mans dick in her, shes been defiled. Thats crap. I didnt defile your mother when we had sex and conceived you four kids. Its stupid to look at something as defiling a woman when it resulted in four of the best things that ever happened to me. Even if one of those four kids wasnt part of your plans? I asked. He knew I was teasing about the fact that I was sort of an accident. He stood looking at me for a minute or so. I wish you could know how I feel about you, Son. I love all of you but sometimes I feel like Im closer to you than the others. I dont love you any less because you werent planned. Well, Im glad you and Mom didnt try to teach us to stay pure until after were married. When I hear kids talk about abstinence, I feel sorry for them. Im glad you let us do stuff and just tried to guide us. Son, you know I believe all religious teachings about sex are pretty stupid. It hasnt been that long since boys were taught that masturbation was a sin and they should be ashamed of doing it. Do you think I should have taught you that instead of teaching you that its the most natural thing a young man can do? Shit no, Dad. Id have gone crazy if youd pushed that on me. Weve always tried to be honest with you kids when it comes to sex, he said. We never forced you into anything. We let you learn with each other and even with us. Did we do anything to hurt you? Yeah, I know. But youve always set limits on what we do. Youve never done it with Arial. Why not? Because I think it would hurt her relationship with Brad. I screwed up when I did it with Kathryn. I think that almost wrecked her relationship with Kavan. I shouldnt have done that. Well, is it going to hurt my relationship with you if I do it with Siobhan? Or your relationship with her? No, Kerry, its not. I surrendered to loving her a long time ago and I know she loves me the same way. Weve both done everything we can to have a loving commitment to each other. Its gotten stronger and stronger over the years. Just because one of us has sex with someone else occasionally doesnt diminish that love. Yeah, I know how you two love each other. Ive watched you all my life and I really believe you when you say you cant separate loving her and having sex with her. It wasnt until a few years ago that I realized how unusual you two are in not hiding your love. I guess thats why I worry about doing something to hurt your relationship. Kerry, I know what youre doing. Maybe you dont but I think I do. Youre going to leave us. You love both of us. You want to love Siobhan completely before you go. Thats not going to hurt us. I felt a tug on my fishing pole and realized Id forgotten that I was supposed to be fishing. I finally managed to get a big bream landed, probably one of the biggest Id ever caught in the creek. I strung it up and looked at Kieran. He had wound up his fishing line on the cane pole. I knew it was time for us to go back up the hill to home. Its time for us to go home, Kerry, he said. And its time for you to go too. Yeah, I know. I dont know where Im going in life but Im ready for it. Ive got to pee, Kieran said. You? I knew what he meant. Yeah! We stood side by side on the creek bank, unzipped our jeans, and took out our dicks. I pointed mine upward, squeezed the muscles in my abdomen, and arched a stream out into the creek. Kieran glanced at me, followed my example, and we tried to see who could piss the farthest. It was probably a tie. We both shook and put away. Its your turn, he said. Again, I knew what he meant. I said it and added something to it. Its great to be a man on a warm spring evening like this and to take a good hot piss in the creek with my father. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Thirty-Two As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 16; Arial Stuart, 14 (and ); Kerry Stuart, 11 (almost 12) Kathryn Jenssen, 17 Lauren Andersen, 51; Stuart Andersen, 28; Joanne Andersen,25; Paul Andersen, 3 Luke Bridges, 25, Rachael Bridges, 26, Adrianna Bridges, 3 TELLING THE STORY: Kerry Stuart, Kieran Stuart (KERRY) Kerry Lee Stuart, whats so funny? I was trying not to laugh. Maybe I was trying not to giggle. It was bad enough my voice had been cracking lately. I never knew whether it would sound like a mans voice or a kids. Anyway, I didnt want to start giggling like a little kid or like a girl. I didnt know whether I would giggle or laugh if I let it out so I choked it off. I was glad Arial and Luke got to use the upstairs bedroom for the night. It was the only one in the cabin that was really nice. The stairs going up connected to a walkway that went all the way across, like a balcony, over the big room downstairs. When you went in the door, the bedroom was against the inside wall and there was even room enough to walk around the bed on three sides. The bed was a king-size bed, a real one, with box springs and mattress. I had never slept in it but I had played in it for years. You could look out the sliding glass doors on the opposite wall to a little outside balcony. The six downstairs bedrooms were all the same size, maybe eight by ten, or eight by twelve if you counted the cupboard space on one end. No matter which one you went in, the cupboards were always on the left of the door as you went in. The bed was always on the right. The bed was always just a queen-size mattress down on the floor. The downstairs bedrooms were all under the legs of the A-frame and the ceiling sloped down so you couldnt stand up on one side. The inside wall was about twelve feel high and the outside wall only about four. I had bumped my head too many times on the ceiling and even had to have four stitches once from hitting it on a beam. The bedroom Rachael had picked out must have been fixed up by somebody. The bed looked like it had new bed linens on it and there were about a dozen pillows scattered around. The ceiling fan above the bed on the tall side of the room was turning around real slowly. I had loved to play with the fan switch when I was a kid. The man who built the cabin, Paul Andersen, Laurens husband, had installed a rheostatically-controlled switch on the wall where you could reach it while laying on the mattress. I would lie there and play like I was flying an airplane. There were a couple of candles burning on shelves and the fan made the flames flicker and the shadows were dancing all around the room. Rachael lay down on the bed while I was looking around. I just think its funny the way everybody still wants to treat me like a little kid, I said. Kerry, nobodys treating you like a little kid. Inviting you in heres not treating you that way. Little kids dont get to do what were going to do tonight. I walked over to the center of the room and reached up to the roof trusses. I had always thought it was funny that the roof trusses were also the wall beams. I liked to stretch and see how far I could get toward the center of the room while holding onto the trusses. I was almost in the center now. I stood on tiptoes and stretched all the muscles on my legs and then on my body and arms. Sometimes if I stretched hard enough I could make my joints pop. It felt good. I thought Dad was the one who assigned me to fill in for Luke. And he didnt have to say if I was up to it. Are you the one who invited me? She patted the bed beside her. Kerry, dont be mad at me. I invited you because I wanted to I wanted you to be with me when Luke was with Arial. I walked over on the bed and piled some pillows up in the corner where the room was highest. I sat down, leaned back, and spread my legs as far apart as I could. I stretched some more. I leaned over and touched my fingers to the toes on the opposite foot and then the other. I curled my toes up and flexed the muscles in my feet and legs. Yeah, well, first it was Lauren. I told Arial and Kavan we should all show her lots of love to help her feel better. First thing I know, Im the leadoff act in a threesome. Then next, Kathryn decides she wants me to perform with her while shes busy with Dad. Now you invited me because Lukes with Arial. Maybe Id just like to try to get somewhere by myself. Once in a while! Im sorry, Kerry. I didnt think youd feel that way. I guess I was just thinking of what I wanted. She wasnt smiling anymore. Maybe I hurt her feelings and I didnt want to do that. But I did feel like I wanted to decide what I wanted to do. I stretched some more in my pelvis and stomach and my dick started its wake-up routine. When I sat down it was hanging down over my balls. Now it decided to wake up like it does sometimes. It would sort of go surge, lift, rest, surge, lift, rest. Every time, it would get just a little harder. It didnt take long until it was standing up. I always thought, when I was watching it, that it looked like it was lifting up its head and looking around for something to get into. Rachael watched it go through its routine. Sure, I want the same thing, I guess, but I want it because I want it, I said, when it was finished. Does that make sense? Yes, Kerry, it makes sense. Ive known you so long I guess I thought Id know what you wanted. Id been a little mad when Dad made his announcement. I had tried not to let it show. I had even bowed to Rachael and tried to be a gentleman when we left the room. Sure, I wanted to do it with Rachael. Id been wanting to for a long time, especially since I started turning into a man. I didnt really want to be mad at her. She had always loved me and been nice to me. I dont want to be mean to you, Rachael. I just wish everybody would treat me half-way like a grownup, not like a kid. I wish I could sit like that, Kerry. I guess women arent supposed to be able to do it. It shows too much. I looked down. It showed my dick and balls but I was always showing them when I was naked. I had a hard-on but I had lots of those and nobody said anything much except to kid me a little. Rachael had seen me with hard-ons most of my life, maybe not so much since Id started developing. I crawled out of the corner and pushed her until she got in it. I got on the opposite corner of the bed and stretched out on my back supported on my elbows so I could look at her. She had her legs together and I used my feet to nudge them apart as far as possible. She was right. It did show a lot. Even with candles for light, I could see her pussy sort of gaping a little. Id seen it lots of times, maybe not quite like this, but I still liked to look at it. I thought, if I didnt already have a hard-on, I would have got one from looking at her. Maybe my dick liked to look too because it felt like it got harder. I cant tell youre pregnant, I said. She looked down. Im just beginning to show. My pants and skirts are just beginning to get tight. The babys just a little peanut right now. Thats what Luke calls him - peanut. I heard her say him. Do you already know hes a boy? I didnt think you could tell this early. Youre right. We cant tell. Luke wants a boy and I want one for him. Well have to wait at least three more months or so to find out, if we decide to find out. Rachael, thats another reason Im not sure I should be in here with you. When I read all those books about sex, I mainly read the parts I wanted to know about. I just skimmed through most of the stuff about having babies. I dont want to do anything with you thatd hurt you or the baby. Kerry, you cant do anything to hurt my baby. Yeah, but what if my sperm gets mixed up with Lukes and you have a baby thats part mine and part his? I watched her when I said it. I wondered if shed think I really believed what I said. She looked at me like I was the dumbest person shed ever known. Kerry Lee Stuart, how can you be so super intelligent about some things and so absolutely stupid about others. Did you even read the chapters in the sex books about what happens when the baby is conceived and when it grows. I skimmed over them, I admitted. I guess I shouldve read them better, huh? I dont ever want to do anything to hurt you. I thought she would know I was pretending to be stupid about how babies were conceived and how they developed. When I first read about it, I thought it was so fascinating I had practically memorized the whole book. Youre just teasing me, arent you? she asked. I looked her in the eyes and I couldnt help but smile. She knew I was just playing around with her. Yeah, everybody expects a kid my age to be stupid about sex. I just kind of go along with them and act that way some times. She looked at me kind of funny and I didnt know why. Then she crawled over to me and kissed me. She held my face in both hands and kissed me on the lips. I guess she was kissing me like shed kiss a brother. Kerry, youre still sweet to me, arent you? Ive known you since you were three and youve always been the same way with me. Its no wonder I love you. You dont have to pretend to be stupid with me. I know how smart you really are. I smiled and didnt say anything. I couldnt remember how long I had known her. It seemed like I had known her and Luke all my life. I knew they werent really Mom and Dads children but we treated them like they were family. Except I knew they had done it with Mom and Dad and us kids never had. When she sat back, I leaned over and held her face this time and kissed her. Maybe I shouldnt have done that. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and it went straight down to my dick. Well, at least thats what it felt like. My dick started thinking for me. She sat back down in the corner and put her legs in the same position as before. She looked at me and I looked at her. She knew I wanted to do it and I knew she did too. She put one hand down between her legs and used two fingers to spread the lips to her pussy. She might have dark hair all around it but it was just as pink and red inside as Arials had been last night. I wondered if Rachael would like me to lick her and finger-fuck her like I did Arial. What do you want to do tonight, Rachael? I asked. No, Kerry, you just said you wanted to be treated more like a grownup. You tell me what you want to do with me. Everything! Everything? Yeah, everything and I mean everything. OK, but tell me specifically what you want. In the order you want to do them. I want to lick your pussy and use my fingers to make you come. I think I know how to do that pretty good but I would like to practice with you. And after that? Gimme a blow-job? I gave her my grin. If I could order from a Chinese menu I was going to include my favorite. OK, and next? I want my dick where you just showed me. I want to fuck you. Dad says I shouldnt use fuck for a verb to describe what a man and a woman do together. Right now, my dick thinks its a pretty good word. OK. Is that all? I was a little puzzled and I guess it showed. I tried to think of something else a guy could do with a woman. I guess so. Unless we do some of it more than once. Thats not quite all a man can do with a woman. Theres something else Luke and I have done a few times. Ill let you figure out what it is. Im not going to tell you. I started to say something. And dont ask me. If you cant figure it out, forget I ever said anything. Well, if youre talking about kissing you and then me sucking on your tits, I guess I was just thinking of that as sort of getting warmed up. Im pretty warm already, Kerry. From the looks of your dick, I think you are too. Youre not a little boy anymore, are you? I looked at my dick. It was a nice size already. I guessed it was between five and a half and six inches because, believe it or not, I hadnt measured it lately. I knew it wasnt as big as Dads yet but he kept telling me to be patient and it probably would be, maybe even bigger. She patted the pillow beside her so I crawled over and lay down with her. She was propped up a little higher than I was and she just looked at my face and kept looking. I dont know what she saw but she finally lowered her face to mine and kissed me. This wasnt the same sort of kiss shed always given me, a little smack on the cheek and sometimes on the lips. This was the real thing. I had my lips closed but I felt hers open and her tongue started probing between mine. I opened my lips and let her tongue in and started sucking on it. My dick liked that. After a little, I stuck my tongue in her mouth and she sucked on mine. My dick liked that even more. It felt so hard it was like it could break. I dont know why but I pressed up against her and started pushing it sort of against her stomach and legs. She reached down and held it in her hand and we kept kissing. I kept getting hotter and hotter and I wondered what I was supposed to do next. I knew I wanted to suck on her breasts so I slid down a little and then started doing that. She didnt let go of my dick. She started sliding her hand up and down on it real slow, like I do when Im jacking off, except that I do it faster. I started wishing shed stop because I didnt want to come, not yet, and I could feel it getting ready. I pushed her hand off and kept on sucking her breasts one after the other. I loved the way her nipples got so hard in my mouth. I didnt stop her when she put her hand back on my dick but I guess I should have. I felt like I was about to come. I stopped sucking on her breasts. Stop, Rachael, Im about to come! Stop! Stand up! Huh? I said stand up, damn it. Stand up! I stood up. Shit! I hit my head on the ceiling or the wall, whichever it was. I knew it wasnt bad because I hit it on the planks between the beams and not on a beam itself. It distracted me though and the next thing I knew Rachael had the head of my dick in her mouth. She held me around the shaft with one hand and didnt try to move it, just held it. The other couple of inches she had in her mouth. She had the other hand under my balls holding them up. She didnt try to slide her mouth up and down on my dick. She just sucked on it. I mean really sucked. It was like I was a thick milkshake and she was trying to suck me up through a straw. I held onto the ceiling trusses and let her suck me. I shut my eyes and saw red and I didnt know whether it was because Id hit my head or because I was coming. Every time I spurted, I felt her suck and then swallow. It seemed like my balls were empty when I finally stopped coming. I guess Rachael wanted to make sure they were because she milked my dick down to get the last drop out and then licked it off. I was a little dizzy from bumping my head so I dropped down on my knees. I grabbed Rachels shoulders and held on until I felt better. When I opened my eyes, Rachael was looking at my face and smiling at me. She backed up into the corner with the pillows and pulled me with her. She leaned back and pulled me against her, with my head on her breasts. She rubbed the back of my head where I bumped it and then kissed it a couple of times. It really did make it feel better. Your hairs longer than Ive ever seen it, Kerry. It looks like you havent had a haircut all summer. I havent. Gonna get it cut in a couple of weeks. Before I go back to school. Youve got beautiful hair. Ive always thought it looked like spun gold. When I saw you yesterday, it was brushed and looked so good. It looked like somebodyd been helping you with it. Yeah, Kathryn was sitting behind me in the van. She likes to fool with it. Yours is just like Arials. Hers is so long. Its beautiful but I dont see why she wants it so long. Its got to be a lot of trouble. Shes gonna get hers cut short before school too. She decided a couple of years ago she wasnt going to cut it until I wasnt sure I should tell her. Until what? I didnt think it would matter if I told her. She was one of the ones who had arranged for Luke and Arial to spend the night together. And she was the one who arranged for me to sleep with her. Until something happened to her. You know, its whats happening upstairs in the bedroom right now. With Luke. Oh. Yeah. She didnt say anything for a while and when she did she changed the subject. I cant believe how much youve grown in the last few months. I think youre taller than me now. Your feet and hands already look like theyre twice as big as mine. Dad says its a growth spurt. He says Ill probably grow like he did, that he would have a growing spell and then slow down and then have a growth spurt again. Theres one part of you thats sure had a growth spurt. I cant get used to seeing you with pubic hair and everything so big. Are boys supposed to start developing so early? I thought it usually started when youre about thirteen or fourteen. When it started, Arial and I did some research on it. I started about six months ago and Ill be twelve in a couple of months. The average age for boys is now about twelve. I guess Im a few months early but Dad says Im in the normal range. Do you jack off a lot, Kerry? I guess. Maybe two or three times a day. Is that a lot? All the time we were talking, she was playing with my dick. It had gone soft for a few minutes after I came but it got hard again while she was playing with it. I wanted to find out what itd be like to get it in her but I wanted to do something else first. I slipped down a little lower and started kissing her just where her pubic hair started on her mound. She spread her legs a little so I got on my knees and got between them. I pulled her legs so she slid down off the pillows and was on her back in front of me. I went back to kissing all around her pussy. I couldnt really get to it bent over on my knees while she was flat on her back. I grabbed a pillow and tried to stuff it under her butt. She lifted her hips up off the bed and helped me. I still couldnt get to it while I was on my knees so I stretched out on my stomach. That made it just right. I lay there and looked at her first. She was sure different from Arial. Arials pussy was just a little slit between her legs. I couldnt even see the lips until I had teased it open and got her stirred up a little. Her pubic hair was real soft and light brown or blond like mine and she didnt have hardly any back between her legs. I knew Dad didnt either so I guessed I would be the same when I got more hair. Rachaels pussy wasnt a pussy; it was a cunt. Hers looked bigger and I guessed that was from having Adrianna. Her lips stuck out some so that they showed even before I started doing anything. Then she had that dark hair all over everything and I do mean everything. Dad and Kavan had told me how to do it and Id watched Dad a few times and Kavan lots of times. Being told how to do it and knowing how to do it are two different things. I didnt want a mouthful of hair so I used my thumbs to brush it back out of the way. After that, I just shut my eyes and started doing whatever I wanted to. She liked it when I sucked on the lips of her cunt and wiggled my finger around inside her. I knew where her clit was and I was going to get around to it but Rachael got in a hurry. She grabbed me by the ears like I was a beagle puppy and led me right to it. I guess that was what she wanted. She started grunting and whining and bumping her pussy up against my face. When she went limp and turned loose of my ears, I guessed shed had an orgasm. Dad had told me women werent like men when it came to orgasms. It always took me a while after Id had one before I could have another. He said when women have one, they can keep on going. So I moved up over Rachael and just slid my dick right in her. I was ready for another one whether she was or not so I started humping her. She didnt try to slow me down. She just put her hands on my butt and tried to pull me deeper in her every time I pushed my dick in. That was OK with me but I was already giving her everything I had. I started feeling real hot like I do sometimes when Ive been jacking off for a long time. I hoped Rachael wouldnt worry if she saw me get sort of red like Ive got a rash on my chest and face. I knew Mom got that way and so did Dad but not as bad as Mom. I hadnt seen Arial get a rash but I hadnt seen her get fucked yet. I tried to slow down but it didnt work. I felt it coming so I just shoved it in and let it shoot. I felt it give a few squirts and it was so good I wanted to keep on doing it. I pulled back and shoved it in again a couple of times and it was too good and I knew I couldnt do it any more. I guess I almost went to sleep on top of Rachael because she shook me and pushed me off her. I knew Dad had told me not to just roll over and go to sleep after I came in a woman. He said women liked to be held afterwards and liked to talk. I dont know why. I didnt mind holding her. I liked the way it felt to have her butt back against me with my hand on her breast. I just didnt see why we had to talk. I kept trying but sometimes I couldnt think of anything to say so I just said Uh, huh. Then she said something that made me wake up a little. I think she asked me if I was ready to go to sleep now that wed done almost everything. Almost? What else was there? I couldnt think of anything else so I asked her. She told me. Damn, I couldnt believe she and Luke did that! Id heard about it but I thought it was something queer guys did to each other. When I told her that, she started giggling. Well, I dont see whats so funny. I dont see why a man would do that to a woman. Youre the third woman Ive done it with and youre all different but I dont see how any womans asshole can be better than her pussy. I didnt say its better, Kerry. Its just different. Luke and I have done it a few times. I guess Ive learned to like it OK but it would never be my favorite. Do you want to see if you like it? I had to think a while. I dont guess my dick had to think because it was already hard and it got harder thinking about it. But I didnt want to hurt Rachael and I didnt see how my dick would fit in her back there. So I asked her. She told me I had to make up my mind if I was through with her pussy for a while because I couldnt put it in there again after it was in her asshole. She said I had to wash my dick real good before I did anything else with it. I didnt want to go out in the big hall of the cabin to use the bathroom to wash so I knew I had to make up my mind. Maybe my dick had already made up its mind. She got up and got the baby oil out of her suitcase and handed it to me. She held out her hands and I flipped the top and squirted some oil on them. She rubbed it all over my dick and then held out just one hand. I squirted oil on it and she reached about behind her back. I knew where she was putting it. I didnt know how I was supposed to do it so I waited for her to tell me. She didnt tell me. She showed me. She got down on her hands and knees and stuck her butt at me. The candles were on the other side of her and I couldnt see where I was supposed to put it. Just rub your dick up and down in my crack and Ill tell you when to push. I got behind her on my knees and did what she told me. I held my dick and rubbed the head up and down between her butt cheeks. It felt the same everywhere to me. I didnt feel a hole for it to go in. Hold it right there, Kerry. I stopped and held it still. Just push real slow. I pushed but nothing happened. I pushed a little more but nothing happened. She reached around with one hand and held my dick. I didnt know what to do with my hands so I just put them on her hips where I could hold on to her. She rubbed the head up and down a little and then stopped. Push again. Just push and then back off and then push again. I did what she told me. She knew where it was supposed to go. It worked. I held her hips and pushed and then pushed again. I could feel her opening up a little bit. I kept pushing and then she started pushing back. I felt it open a little more and then the head of my dick popped inside her. It was tight. It wasnt like a cunt. A cunt just stretched all around so it felt better than anything but it wasnt tight. At least the ones Id had my dick in hadnt been tight. This was so tight I wondered how she could take it without hurting. I guess it didnt hurt her though because she started moving back and forth and every time she did, my dick ended up a little deeper in her. I watched it disappear and finally all I could see was my pubic hair up against her backside. It was tight and hot at the same time. I could see why Luke liked it. I knew I was going to like it too. Kerry, can you just hold still for a little? Get your dick all the way in and then hold still. I want to show you something. I did what she asked me. I didnt know what else she could show me but I wasnt in a hurry anymore. She reached back under her stomach with one arm and I felt her fingers on my balls. She played with them a little and then started doing something else with her hand. I couldnt tell what she was doing but I could just barely feel her doing something maybe with her pussy. Now fuck me, Kerry, real slow and easy. I did what she asked, just sliding my dick out until nothing was left in her except the head and then sliding it back in. Damn, she was hot and it was so tight. It might be dirty but I still liked it. I could see why Luke liked it too. Now, hard, Kerry. Give it to me hard. I did what she asked again. I pulled out and shoved it in as hard as I could. Every time I did it, she grunted. I started grunting too. I wondered if anybody in the cabin could hear us but I decided I didnt give a shit if they could. Stop, Kerry. I stopped. What the hell was going on? It didnt take but a second to figure it out. I could feel her coming. That had to be what it was. Even if my dick wasnt in her pussy, I could still feel something in her clenching and unclenching. Damn, if that was what she wanted to show me, I liked it. I was ready so I held her by the hips and took over. I tried not to be rough with her but I just did what I wanted to do. I shut my eyes and let everything else go away. Id already come twice so I guess it took me a little longer. I didnt know if I was supposed to come inside her but I wasnt about to take it out. I just shot my load inside her. She must have felt it because she flopped down flat on her stomach and I fell with her, my dick still in her asshole. After a while she pushed back so we both rolled over on our sides. My dick was soft so it came out. She reached over beside the mattress and grabbed a towel somebody had put there. She wiped me off first and then stuck the towel between her legs. I sprawled out on my back and Rachael curled up against me with her head on my chest. We lay there, both of us real quiet, until my breathing and my heart slowed down to normal. Kerry, we need to talk, she said. About what? About whats happening this week at the cabin. And about whats not going to happen any more after this week. What do you mean? Think about whats happened tonight with you and Arial. Your Mom and Lauren and I set it up because Arial wanted Luke to be her first. Id thought lots of times Id like to be your first. Since I was too late, I wanted you with me while Arial was with Luke. I didnt know what to say so I just grunted and she kept talking. One night while were here, Im going to invite you to spend the night with me again and Lukes going to invite Arial. The four of us can share the upstairs bedroom. Would you like that? Yeah, I think that would be neat. Even if thats your last time with me and its Arials last time with Luke? I had to think about that for a while. Why? Is it because youre pregnant? Or is it because Im just a kid and you dont want to do it with me. Its not because youre a kid, Kerry. It is partly because Im pregnant. Ive got to be very careful to take care of little Peanut. When hes born, Im going to have my hands full being wife and mother. Im going to have to put everything into my marriage with Luke. I just dont think it would be wise for us to keep on playing around with you and Arial. She reached down and pulled my dick from between my legs and laid it on my stomach. She put her hand over it with her fingertips on my balls. Ive always liked that. I go to sleep with my hand on my dick and balls a lot of nights like that, been doing it for as long as I can remember. It felt better when it was her hand though. But we can do it one more time, cant we? I asked. Yes, one more. Theres something else too. You know Luke and I have sex with your Mom and Dad sometimes when we come to visit. Yeah, I know. We all know it. Its OK with us. Well, unless we do something with them this week, Luke and I wont do that anymore. Were going to stop that too. Why? Because your Dad told your Mom that he thought it would be best if we didnt do it with them anymore. He said the only woman he wants is your Mom. How about Lauren? She slept with them last night. Ill bet they had sex if Dad could get it up after what we did. I started to say what we did with Kathryn but I thought maybe Rachael didnt know about it and I didnt want to be the one who told her. After what you did with who? With whom. Come on, Kerry; dont show off your grammar skills. Just tell me. Nope, Dad says a gentleman never talks about what he does in bed with a lady. You dont want me to tell everybody about what we just did, do you? No, I guess not. And Laurens not going to have sex with them after this week either. Theres a man shes invited to come for a visit when we all go back home. She thinks she wants to get married again. Her fingertips kept sort of pulling on my scrotum so my balls got lifted up a little and then dropped. I guess my dick liked that. It started to get pumped up again. So Laurens not going to do it with me anymore either? I didnt say that. She might, this week, here at the cabin. But after this week, I dont think she will. Youre going to have to start being a regular kid again, Kerry. Can you do that? No, I cant. Not many boys my age have done what Ive done. If I have to Ill just warm up my right hand some more. Ive still got calluses on it and I dont have much hair in my palm. Maybe I can even start looking for my own girl friend. She gave a big yawn. I think thats what everybody wants you to do, Kerry. Yeah, like Im going to find a girl my age wholl let me fuck her. We were both quiet for a while and then she asked me, What was that about having hair in your palm? I giggled. Damn, I meant for it to be a laugh. If a kid jacks off too much itll make him grow hair in the palm of his hand. She laughed. I guess she knew I wasnt stupid enough to believe that and she wasnt either. What do girls get on the palm of their hand if they jill off too much? she asked. Warts, I said. She laughed. I dont guess she needed to talk anymore and I didnt either. I had a lot to think about though. She backed up against me like a crawfish, grabbed my hand and put it on her breast, took a couple of deep breaths, and seemed to relax. I dont know when I went to sleep but I woke up once during the night. I had a hard-on and it was sticking between Rachaels legs. I started to play around with her and I guess I woke her up. She knew what I wanted but she said I couldnt do anything else with her. She said I had to wash myself first. I tried to decide whether I wanted to go to the bathroom and wash or go back to sleep. I didnt want anybody to see me going to the bathroom with a hard-on. I decided Id better go back to sleep. I decided Id better remember not to fuck somebody in the ass until Id had almost enough of everything else. <><><> (KIERAN) Siobhan and Lauren led me to the bedroom next to the one Rachael and Kerry had chosen. When we went in, Siobhan held one finger up to her lips. I knew she wanted us to be quiet so I stood for a minute just inside the door, next to the storage cupboards. I knew the bed in the other room was next to the wall behind the cupboard. I opened one of the cupboard doors and listened. Siobhan and Lauren were both smiling, shaking their heads. I could hear a faint murmur of voices but I couldnt tell what they were saying. I shut the cupboard door. I had two ladies waiting. I hoped I was up to it. I knew Kerry would be. The kid never failed to amaze me. I wished I could have seen what was going on when Kathryn gave him a blowjob last night. All I could see was that cute little butt of his standing astraddle me. Why did Arial take over for a minute? It seemed like she was doing a demonstration or something. When I looked down, I saw Kathryns cunt stretched wide around my dick. She knew what she was doing. I loved that movement she had: up and down and then that little pelvic thrust when she hit bottom. When I looked up, I saw her hand on Kerrys balls and I could tell when he came. Then she kissed him first and me next and her mouth still tasted like semen. I sure as hell wasnt squirting like that at his age. Then when I had all I could take and fucked her from the rear, he wanted to finish her off with one final fuck for the night, at least as far as I knew. He had his dick in her within a few seconds after mine came out. From the way she whined and carried on, she must have been coming the entire time he was fucking her. Then what he did for Arial was really something. Just to think he loved her enough to give her a little relief with his tongue and finger. I wouldnt have been surprised if hed fucked her too and I probably wouldnt have stopped him. I just wish Id done it for her instead of him. Damn, hes quite a kid. He makes his old man proud. And then Siobhan and Lauren decided to gang up on me when we got in the Jacuzzi. At least they gave me about ten minutes to soak and relax. I didnt know what they wanted but I wasnt worried about it. Kavan had fucked Lauren pretty good. I knew Siobhan had come when I went down on her. I guess I didnt really care whether anybody got off again for the night. They had other ideas. Siobhan made Lauren get on the end of the tub with me and she started kissing me. It was nice to lay back and let a woman do the kissing for a change. Then Siobhan got on her knees and grabbed my dick with one hand and my balls with the other. Id never have thought my dick would stick its head up so soon. Then they made me sit on the side of the tub and they took turns sucking me. No hurry. Just slow teasing, sucking, and licking from both of them. When we went to bed, Lauren didnt want me to go down on her, said she knew she still had Kavans load in her. I didnt care. It wouldnt be the first time Id tasted semen. The Jacuzzi had taken care of it where I was licking anyway. She was as fresh and clean as shed been the first time Id gone down on her almost three decades ago. Its funny how memory can pull up things like that. Siobhan was all warm and wet and clean too. It surprised me when Lauren pushed me to one side and started licking Siobhans pussy. But it surprised the hell out of me when Siobhan pushed Lauren down on her back and returned the favor. At least they let me have equal time. How could a man want for more? I knew what I wanted a slow old-fashioned fuck. Lauren had already had a good one from Kavan. Siobhan hadnt had one. I wanted her. But then they started talking about who I should do it with. I should have known to keep my mouth shut. I knew I was a damn fool as soon as I said Id be glad to service both of them. It took me a couple of hours but I did it. Three times, three women, in one evening Id never done that before. Variety sure as hell is a good aphrodisiac. And now back with the two of them again tonight. I decided I wasnt going to worry about who did what with what to whom. Siobhan and Lauren seemed pretty good at making up their mind what they wanted me to do with them or what they wanted to do to me. Both of them were sprawled out on the mattress waiting for me. I was in no hurry. I just stood on one side of the mattress with my arms up, holding onto the beams slanting downward behind me. My dick was still hard, about the same as it had been for the last hour. Maybe I didnt have blue balls but I sure wanted some relief. Siobhan and Lauren had their heads close together. They were whispering to each other like they were arguing, looking at me, and then giggling like schoolgirls. What are you two girls arguing about? Were going to give you a blow-job, little boy, Siobhan said. Were trying to decide who gets to swallow your load. Do you have any preference? Id rather drop it in somebodys cunt. Do you two have a preference? You dont have a choice, Kieran, Lauren said. After we leave the cabin, Im cutting you off. I told Siobhan Id like to see if you taste as good as you did when you were a kid. After all those raw oysters he ate, Ill bet we could both get a load in our tummies, Siobhan teased, and he probably could still drop a couple of loads in our cunts. Do you think itll taste like oysters? Shit, if somebody doesnt get busy, my dicks going to lose interest. They crawled over in front of me and then, both on their knees, got busy. Siobhan started. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of my dick and started stroking me. My dick started drooling when she milked it down and she held it for Lauren. Lauren licked the clear drops off the end and then took it in her mouth. Blowjob, hell, it ought to be called a suck job; thats what she started doing. I just closed my eyes, held on to the beams, and let them have their way with me. I could hardly tell when they swapped. I looked down to confirm what I thought I felt and saw Siobhans red hair. They both knew what they were doing, just the right combination of stroking and licking and sucking. I shut my eyes again and let her have a turn. Suddenly there was a loud thump from the room next door. It sounded like somebody had bumped into the wall next to our bedroom. I opened my eyes and looked in that direction. Siobhan and Lauren were both looking too. It was just one bump and then quiet. I shook my head and looked at them. What the hell is that kid doing now? I asked. Maybe he bumped his head again, Siobhan answered, with a big smile. Remember? Last year. Four stitches. She and Lauren got back to what they had been doing and that was the last coherent thought I had for a while. With two mouths, four hands, I knew I wouldnt last much longer. I guess they knew it too because they started swapping more frequently. I opened my eyes and looked down to watch. Siobhan had her hand wrapped around my shaft and was stroking it. Lauren had her mouth on the head and was sucking. Somebody had a hand on my balls and they were drawn up tight at the base of my cock. My dick chose, not me. Lauren got my load and I guess it was what she wanted. She held the head of my dick in her mouth through all of it, sucking and then swallowing, sucking and swallowing again. When the last spasm died away, she took her mouth off, Siobhan milked my dick down, one more glob came out, and Lauren licked it off. I was glad I was holding on to the beams with both hands. Afterwards, I lay in the corner where the bed was against both walls, propped up on pillows, with Siobhan on one side and Lauren on the other. They were both still teasing me, and I was kissing them in turn. I think they were trying to see which one could suck my tongue out of my mouth. Does anybody know what Stuart and Joanne did last night? Lauren asked. I heard Kavan ask Stuart and Joanne to do something downstairs with them, I said. I didnt understand whether he was inviting them down to sleep with him and Kathryn or just to shower together. I know I heard the word shower. And I saw Kavan and Stuart go down the stairs to the basement together. I got up a little after midnight to pee and decided to check on little Paul, Siobhan said. He was sleeping on his stomach with his little butt up in the air. Kerry and Arial were both on one mat. He was behind her, spooned up to her, with his face in her hair and his hand on her breast, just like me and Kieran. The door to Arials bedroom, where Stuart and Joann were supposed to sleep, was open and I could see the bed was empty. I dont know where they were. The door was shut when I got up this morning, I said. Maybe they just showered and talked for a while. They didnt come out until almost nine this morning. Did you see the look on Stuarts face when Siobhan and I came to get you tonight? Lauren asked. I guess he couldnt believe his mother could still enjoy sex so much. And last night, when Kavan got into me in front of him he kept peeking to see what Kavan was doing. I loved it when he did the same thing to Joanne. Kavans like that, Siobhan said. Weve always told him he shouldnt be ashamed of anything he does about sex. The first time I walked in on him masturbating, all he said was Hi, Mom. Well, we gave them another chance tonight, I said. If they cant make up their own fun and games, we cant do it for them. I dont know whether Stuarts going to change up or not, Lauren said. Joanne and Ive done a lot of talking over the last couple of years. I know she feels a little lonely, like Stuarts got his nose in his books and research and computers too much instead of in her. She tells me hes OK in bed but hes not very imaginative. Well, being around this bunch might help with that if hell let it, Siobhan said. Is it still on for Rachael to invite them to share the king-size bed tomorrow night, after the kids presentation? I talked with her today, Lauren answered. I wanted to be sure since Id never talked to her before except on the phone. She says she and Luke are OK with it. Shes a beautiful, sweet girl. Lukes lucky to have her. What did you think of Luke? Siobhan asked. He seems like a wonderful young man, Lauren answered. Hes got one of those perfect young bodies. I know Kieran runs and Kavan lifts weights and runs too. What does Luke do? Hes a tennis player. And baseball. He loves anything where he has to run around a lot, I answered. He and Kerry practice pitching every time they come for a visit. He thinks Kerry might be a good pitcher with his long arms and legs, if he keeps on growing at the same rate. Stuart and Joanne seem to have a lot in common with Luke and Rachael, Siobhan said. I wish Luke and Rachael could move back here. Theyre happy over on the coast but theyve said more than once they wish they could be closer to us and our kids. I think they could become good friends with Stuart and Joanne too. I thought the same thing today, watching them and their kids, Lauren said. Did you see the way Adrianna led little Paul around the cabin showing him everything? Kieran loves her just like his own grandchild, Siobhan said. Im glad he got a chance to know Stuart and Joanne and little Paul. Do you think theres a chance Andersen Security might be able to find a job for a bachelor of science in computer engineering, summa cum laude? And he has most of the courses on his masters. It occurred to me, Lauren added, and looked at me. Ill ask my CEO to see what he can do the next time I talk to him. She saw my big grim and knew what my answer would be. Mrs. Anderson, if you want to start off with a little nepotism in Andersen Security, its OK with me. Mr. Stuart, is Luke your son? No, not really, Mrs. Andersen. Then its not really nepotism, is it? If theres a real job where he fits our needs, hire him. If not, dont. Its that simple, isnt it? I guess I shouldnt have kissed the Chairman, that is Chairwoman, of the Board but it seemed like the thing to do. That led to a kiss for my wife. That led to other things and I ended up with my face down between the legs of the Chairwoman of the board and then between the legs of my wife. Kieran, do you remember eating stuffed pussy? You and Paul? Lauren asked. I remembered. Paul was damned inventive when it came to sex. First and only time Id licked a pussy with a dick in it. She sure as hell enjoyed it. So did I. My tongue was busy but I managed to say Uh, huh. I showed Kavan and Kathryn how to do it the other night. I was puzzled. I was trying to image two guys, one with his dick in her and the other licking where they were joined. I looked up and Siobhan must have seen my expression of bewilderment. Kieran, dont be a dummy, Siobhan said. Two women can do it too if theyve got one man. You did Kathryn while she had Kavans cock in her? I asked Lauren. Yes, Lauren answered, and then she did me. Women can give each other great orgasms by themselves. Its just lots better when weve got a big hard dick in our cunt. And you two want to do each other, while Im plugged in? I guess I couldnt conceal what I was thinking. I had a big smile on my face. They both smiled and then pushed me down on my back, a pillow under my head, my legs spread wide. Siobhan went first. She straddled me, her beautiful ass turned toward me, held my dick up straight, and lowered herself down on it. She leaned forward with her hands on my knees, and moved her ass around on my dick in a circular motion. I knew she had every inch of it in her. I couldnt see anything separating us; I couldnt even see my own pubic hair. Round and round. I could feel the head pressed up against something inside her. I hoped I could keep it up long enough for both of them. When she leaned back, she tried to find a place to rest her hands behind her. She knew I was ticklish in my ribs. She had one hand on each side of my chest with her fingers curved around my ribs. She gave me just a little goosie-goosie on each side. I couldnt help it. I almost bucked her off. Maybe thats what she wanted. When I finally settled down, I saw Lauren move into position. Siobhan spread her legs out wide, wider than mine. I knew Id never understand women. My legs were spread-eagled as far as I was comfortable and hers were spread just outside mine. Ill never know how they do it. I felt Laurens hand on my balls and her tongue sliding up the underside of my dick and I knew she was using it on Siobhans vaginal lips and my dick at the same time. Up one side, then the other. I knew Siobhans clitoris stayed hidden until she was thoroughly aroused. Then it was a little red bump at the top of her lips. I loved to suck it out whenever I got the chance. Lauren must have been teasing it to come out because she just kept licking. I shut my eyes and relaxed, enjoying Siobhans cunt over most of my dick, Laurens tongue licking up from my balls on the exposed part. Siobhan leaned back farther, her hands pinning my arms down to the mattress, and I guessed she was opening herself up more to Laurens tongue. I knew when Siobhan came. There was no mistaking it. I felt every contraction, a series of strong squeezes all around the buried part of my dick. Maybe Lauren knew too. She hung onto my balls and kept licking for a minute or so more before stopping. Siobhan moved off me, over to Lauren, and held her face in both hands. She gave her a kiss on the lips and then a big hug. I heard whispering again but I couldnt hear what they were saying. Siobhan sprawled on the bed and gave out with a couple of big sighs. I hadnt been conscious of anything outside of our room while Siobhan and Lauren were busy with me. But now, I heard somebody grunting. I lifted my head off the pillow and looked toward the source of the sound, the bedroom where Rachael and Kerry were. I could distinctly hear two different voices. Rachaels womans voice and Kerrys mans voice it wasnt a boys voice. It didnt break like it had been doing lately. It was just a deep male grunt. Siobhan and Lauren heard it too; they both had big smiles on their faces. Kieran, before Lauren gets her turn, I think you ought to noodle her a little, just to warm her up, Siobhan said. Lauren gave her a puzzled look. Whats noodling? Siobhan didnt tell her and neither did I. I showed her. I got her down flat on her back on the mattress and then got over her. I lifted her left leg and then her right, bent them back, spread them wide, and locked them in place with my arms. I raised my body so that I was supported by my knees and arms, suspended above her. Except for my arms touching her legs, I was only touching her in one other place. I gave her a smile and a wink. Put it in, I said. She held it in place and I slid my dick in her just a couple of inches. I tried to flex it and it was hard enough so I felt it twitch. I drew it out until the head was just barely holding open the lips to her cunt. I slid it in again, just a couple of inches, and gave it another twitch. This is one of Siobhans favorite ways to play, I said. She loves it when the ridge around the head of my dick pulls the lips of her cunt in and out. She says its probably one of the most erotic things shes ever felt. When I flex the muscles and jerk my dick, thats my little addition to noodling. Like it? I could tell she was having a hard time keeping from laughing. You can laugh if you want to but just remember, before the nights over youre going to get a real fuck. If this turns out to be one of my last times with you, Im going to enjoy it. I hope you do too. I noodled her for a few more minutes until Siobhan stopped me. She pushed me down on my back and told Lauren that it was her turn to be the stuffed pussy. I spread my legs again, Lauren climbed aboard, and Siobhan started going lickety-split. She didnt stop until well after the contractions from Laurens orgasm faded. Id had enough playing around. I knew I didnt dare to offer to do both of them tonight so I chose Lauren. I pushed her down, crawled on board, held my dick with one hand, and slid it all the way in one continuous motion. She grunted when I hit bottom. I reached back and tugged on her legs and she raised them and locked them around mine. I shut my eyes and found her mouth with mine. I felt her arms reach back and grab my ass. I was ready. I started giving her every inch I had as fast and as hard as I could. I might have lasted a couple of minutes before I started coming. I shoved it in one last time, maybe the last time, and gave her another load. Afterwards, I propped up on the pillows in the corner of the bed again with Siobhan on one side and Lauren on the other. They had their heads on my shoulders and I had an arm around each. For a few minutes, none of us seemed to have much to say. I was thinking about both Siobhan and Lauren. We all agree then after this week, we dont do this any more? I asked. Yes, Lauren answered. Being with you and Siobhans been wonderful but, if Im going to see what sort of relationship I can find with Jack, I think wed better stop. I dont think it would be wise for me to keep doing this if Im going to be the CEO of your company, I said. Weve got to put some distance between us. Distance: that sounds like a cold word, Lauren said. At least we can be good friends, cant we? Of course, Lauren, Siobhan said. Thats why I told you Id be your financial advisor for only six months. Once you get everything settled here, you can let somebody else do my job and Ill be just what I want to be your friend. Its not just that I want some distance between us, Lauren, I added. Ive been thinking about Siobhan and how I feel about her. Shes the only woman I really want to love. I can be happy with just her for the rest of my life. Oh, come on, Kieran, are you going to deprive all the other women of the pleasure of that big dick of yours? Lauren asked. Do you really think thats fair? I guess not. I really feel bad about making them suffer but Siobhans the only one I want to love. Maybe shell let me lend my dick to one of the poor creatures on occasion. TO BE CONTINUED:

THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twenty-Seven <><><> CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 16; Arial Stuart, 14 (and ) Kerry Stuart, 11 (almost 12) Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Lauren Andersen, 51 TELLING THE STORY Kieran Stuart, Arial Stuart, Lauren Andersen <><><> (KIERAN) Monday afternoon when I came in from work, Lauren was on the telephone. I asked Siobhan what was going on and she said Lauren had been on the phone with different people since mid-afternoon. Shed already talked to the lawyer and the real estate agent Id recommended and theyd agreed to start work for her immediately. She said she didnt know what Lauren had told them but she was very insistent and persuasive. Shed called Stuart and talked to him for a while. Now she was back talking with the real estate agent again. Siobhan and Arial were in the kitchen preparing dinner. I asked if I had time for a quick shower and was told to be back in ten minutes. I washed off the days sweat and worries and was back in less than ten. Lauren was still on the phone. I made an eating motion with my hand toward my mouth and she held up a finger and mouthed the words, One minute. The table was set in the dining room, not the kitchen, and theyd put out our good china so I knew this was some sort of special occasion. The kids knew that the rule for dinner was quiet conversation - no school problems, no work problems, and especially no real world problems. Just family things like what theyd read that day, what theyd done, or whom theyd seen. They showed they could use good manners when they wanted to. The rule came off as soon as we started cleaning up after dinner. Siobhan had a German chocolate cake for dessert. I begged off and asked for mine later with a cup of decaf coffee. The torrent of questions began when we started taking the dishes to the kitchen. I had as many as the kids did. Lauren just kept smiling and telling us what her plans were. I was more than a little amazed. I remembered that Siobhan was supposed to call Luke and Rachael. When I asked, she said she had. Luke called me back this afternoon and said he could be off all of next week. Theyre going to leave early on Saturday morning and, if the traffics no problem, they should be at the cabin about noon. Lukes offered to bring something youll like. Whats that? Fifty pounds of shrimp. He knows a shrimp-boat captain who usually comes in about six in the morning. He wants to do a big Carolina shrimp boil on Saturday night for everybody. Only problem is, the shrimp will be so fresh theyll still be heads-on. Well have to de-head them before we boil them. The kids had enjoyed the previous time hed brought shrimp when they came for a visit. But those had already been de-headed. I looked around and saw that they were all listening. You hear that, kids, all the fresh shrimp you can eat. But youve got to help de-head them. Any volunteers? Kavans and Kerrys arms were in the air before I finished speaking. Kathryn reluctantly raised hers. Arial raised her hand slowly and said, Yuk. I looked at Siobhan and then at Lauren. I ended up with six volunteers and one conscript. Later we went out on the deck for dessert and coffee. Since it was decaf, I let the kids have it if they wanted it. Arial and Kerry wanted milk instead. The kids were still asking Lauren and me questions and we were both giving answers that provoked more questions. About eight, Siobhan came over and whispered in my ear. She and Lauren went down the hallway to our bedroom. I waited a few minutes as if Id been instructed and then told the kids that Lauren was sleeping with us tonight. I got the responses I expected. Just dont letem keep you up all night, Dad. Get a good nights sleep, Dad, so you can dont have to work hard tomorrow. Dont letem give you a hard time, Dad. Remember Dad, if you cant beatem, eatem. The last one was from Kathryn; it was the first time shed called me Dad. Siobhan and Lauren had the Jacuzzi ready. The bathroom was warm and lit by candles. I knew it was a romantic clich but I always enjoyed it. They made me get in at the narrow end and they sat side-by-side on the wide end. It felt strange to have four feet on me, one on each side and two in the middle. The two in the middle made me hard as usual. I tried to find a place for each of my big toes and kept getting pushed away. It was nice to soak in the tub with one woman, even better with two. Lauren and Siobhan leaned back at their end of the tub with their eyes closed. I leaned back at my end and looked at the head of my dick sticking up and four breasts floating just under the surface of the water. Siobhan, did Kieran tell you I jerked him off while I was nursing our first baby? Lauren asked. He had on white tennis shorts and white briefs. That was the first time he came that afternoon. He was the sexiest, most-innocent young man Id ever seen. No, did you really? The first time? How many times did he come? She was lying. I had told her. Four. The second time he screwed me on the couch. He took that big uncircumcised cock of his and filled up my pussy. No! Filled you up? To overflowing? I smiled and decided to let them tease all they wanted to. Yeah, but it was only half full the first time. Did he do it again? Twice more. The fourth time, he screwed me on the bed. He filled my cunt the rest of the way up with his semen. I had a full tank when I sent him home. You skipped the third time. The third time, I sucked him off in the bathroom. I wish you could have seen the look on his face when I made him come in my mouth and swallowed it. Third time, I didnt think hed have much come. I was wrong. He almost gagged me. I was so damn hot I could have swallowed his balls. I remembered. It had felt like she was going to swallow my balls. Just dont try to suck his balls dry, Lauren. It wont work. I know. Ive tried it. Could I suck him off again tonight, Siobhan? Its been a long time since Ive had his big dick in my mouth. You can if youll let me help. How will we know when hes going to come? I want to be the one who gets his load. Well watch his balls. When they draw up tight, youll know hes close. When he starts trying to shove it down your throat, youd better get ready. Who was I to argue? They made me stand up in the Jacuzzi. I had to be careful where I put my feet in the hot sudsy water to keep from stepping on them. I finally ended up with one foot between Siobhans legs and the other between Laurens. If theyd sucked half as much as they giggled, Id have come sooner. I shut my eyes and stood there with one hand on each head as they had their way with me. Two mouths, four hands - I couldnt tell which one was doing what. I didnt care. I tried to hold out, to enjoy it as long as I could. Somebodys hand was stroking my cock up and down just the way I liked it, pulling down until the underside of the foreskin was tight and the tension made any contact almost unbearable. Somebodys mouth was trying to suck the head of my cock off my body. Somebodys hand had a couple of fingers pressing up against me, just behind my balls. I could withstand it all. I was determined. Somebodys soapy finger pressed against my asshole. It was all too much. I shot. Once, twice, and somebody took their mouth off. Another mouth replaced it in time to get three, four, and a few dribbles. I looked down and they were both giggling between swallows. I was still as hot as a sixteen-year-old kid. We finally drained the Jacuzzi and rinsed off under the shower. Tits against my chest; tits against my back; it was heaven. I played grab-ass; they played grab-dick. Is that what the kids call it? My cock was hot and heavy but it wasnt quite ready to raise its head. When I turned 0ff the hot water, the screams were loud enough to wake up the kids. I wondered if they were awake. They probably were since their summer bedtime was around ten and I guessed it was about nine. Oh, well, I could tell them what we were doing tomorrow. They put me in the middle of our king-size bed. I didnt object. We pulled up the light blanket and they curled up on each side of me. I didnt care whether I could get it up again tonight. Two in one bed and I didnt care whether I got a fuck from either of them. Who would have ever thought it? I knew I wasnt through with them. I thought of a little undercover work I wanted to do. Lauren, I asked, are you going to finish telling us whats going on with the lawyers? Are you looking at the property tomorrow and thinking of starting a company here? Im not just thinking, Kieran. Im doing it. I just hadnt expected to do it this quickly. But what kind of company is it? And why here? Now? Its a security company. I told you Paul and some other men had a company flying helicopters for all sorts of jobs. Paul and I were both partners. He was one of the pilots and I was the general manager. Some of those jobs required a high level of security. They formed another company to take care of all security aspects. They made me the CEO of that one. I made it take off by expanding it to security in other areas. Siobhan was still as confused as I was. If it was successful, whyd you leave it? Whyre you thinking of moving here? I didnt leave it. Lauren answered. The partners insurance was outdated. It paid to a partners spouse only if the spouse signed a no-compete agreement. They didnt anticipate that a spouse might be one of the officers. If I stayed, I got paid but I couldnt compete. If I moved over 500 miles away, I got paid and I could compete. Since I wanted to run my own company, I had to move. I decided if I had to move that far from Oregon, Id just move back here where I was raised. Makes sense, doesnt it? So youre going to start a company providing security? Who has security problems around here? I asked. Youd be amazed. I did my research. This is an under-served area. When I do what I want, therell be no serious competition for me within a hundred miles. I can do what I damn well want to with the company. If Id provided security for that concert at the University last year, they probably wouldnt be in a lawsuit now. Is that where the property comes in? Youre going to use that in the company? In part. If it turns out as Kerry describes it, Ill build the office complex and training buildings down on some of the flat bottomland. Ill let the Freelofts stay in their house and provide care for them as part of the purchase. I want to see the old house. Kerry says its on top of a hill. It sounds too old to live in. I might gut it and convert it into nothing but bedrooms. I may build a modern addition on the side overlooking the river. Our house in Oregon was mainly glass and redwood. Id like to get the architect who designed it to come look at the stone house and see what he could add on to it. Siobhan and I were staring at Lauren with disbelief and amazement on our faces. How are you doing all this? I asked. It sounds like youre going to be spending a lot of money. Can you afford all this? She looked at us with a smile on her face and waited for a while. Ive got lots of money, Kieran. Somewhere close to twenty million. You must have known that. Didnt you do any research on me before you invited me here? I shook my head and lied. It never occurred to me. Ive got a lawyer handling everything for me in Oregon. And a real estate agent. The agents selling all of the property Paul and I had, including our house. Ive had offers on the house already. Im asking one point two million and theyre close. Our other property will sell for between ten and fifteen million. With the partnership settlement, Ill probably move something around twenty million here. Thats why I need a financial advisor, a CFP. Thats what I want Siobhan to do for me. Howd you know what she does? I asked. Most people dont even know what a Certified Financial Planner is. She gave me a condescending smile. I told you, Kieran. I did my research before I decided to move here. Ive got a strong recommendation from her agency. They wouldnt disclose her clients but they passed on my request for information about her. I got nothing but positive evaluations from a bunch of her clients. I know her qualifications. She can do what I have in mind for her. I gave her a big grin. I guess we should have investigated you. We invite you for a visit and you come in and turn our lives upside down. Siobhan said, Well, I guess we could let him do a little undercover work now, couldnt we? Great minds think alike. I pulled the blanket up and they held it while I crawled underneath. I tried to figure out how to do it. I finally ended up with them side by side, touching. Siobhans left leg was extended and straight, as was Laurens right. The other leg for each was bent upright and splayed to one side. I straddled the adjacent legs in the middle and made a test run. I could do it. With their help, I could do it, if I just didnt break my neck trying. I got a middle finger in each of them and finger-fucked them for a minute or two. Lauren had said she was in menopause but she was still lubricating well enough. Siobhan was more than wet enough as usual. After Id stirred up their honey, I decided to try to gather it. Thats when I ran into the first trouble. With both hands in use, I couldnt pull the pubic hair out of the way. Siobhans was trimmed as usual but Laurens was a little bushy. Oh, hell, I decided, if cats can eat hair, so can I. I didnt eat enough to get a hairball. At first, their taste was different. I think Siobhans was sweeter but maybe that was just because I was used to it. After a while, the tastes blended. I tried to keep my finger working while my tongue was at play but it was difficult to concentrate. My neck and back were aching and I wanted to straighten up. I had a hard-on again and it was throbbing. My dick wanted some attention too. I tried my usual trick curled finger while sucking on clit and it worked. I didnt know which one because Id forgotten which one was where by then. I gave the one that was coming a good licking until she quieted down. I kept a finger in and gave the other one a good licking until she came too. I straightened up, still on my knees, and flipped the blanket off and down behind me. I was dripping wet with sweat. It was running down my forehead and down my chest. My cock was dripping too. I knew Id left pecker tracks down on the sheet. They were both looking at me, staring at my cock. Whos that one for? Siobhan asked. I didnt say anything. I think its yours, Lauren whispered. I think a wife should always come first, dont you? They started to get the giggles again. Just like teen-age girls. I shut my eyes and waited. I just came, Siobhan giggled. You can have it for now. I just came too, Lauren giggled back. I dont want it. Are you sure? Well, maybe just a little quickie wouldnt hurt. Its not so little and it just might hurt. I dont want it. Id had enough. Well, if neither of you wants it, Im going to go in the bathroom and jerk off in the commode. I started to get out of the bed. Shit, what does a man have to do to get a good fuck around here? I crawled out, went in the bathroom, and shut the door. I did not intend to jerk off. I looked down at my dick. It was still standing up and drooling. I used one finger to smear the drool around on the head. Damn, that felt good. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it a couple of times. Maybe jacking off wouldnt be such a bad thing after all. I moved over the commode and stood with my legs on each side. I started slowly stroking my dick. I heard the door open. Siobhan and Lauren came in and sat down on the side of the Jacuzzi, watching me. I knew it was a stalemate. I decided to give in and beg. Would one of you two ladies please take pity on a horny old man? Id like to give one of you a good fuck. Maybe both of you but I cant promise that. Siobhan took pity on me. Come back to bed, Kieran. Wed made a decision before you even came in the bedroom. In fact, we made it yesterday. I knew youd be horny thinking of Kerry with Lauren last night and Kavan getting his with Kathryn. Thats why I made you give me such a good old-fashioned fuck last night. You know what I mean. Thats what youre going to give Lauren. Its her turn tonight. I knew what she meant. We used the term for one of our favorites. Me on top, buried to the balls, her legs around my ass or my waist or sometimes around my neck. Just a slow deliberate fuck trying to make it last as long as possible until I came, hopefully after she came. I smiled at the two of them. I could do that tonight. Id be only too happy to give Lauren an old-fashioned fuck. I let them lead me back into the bedroom. They straightened the blanket and the sheets and put the pillows back at the head of the bed. Siobhan got on one side and Lauren on the other. I stood watching. Siobhan saw that I was hesitating. Siobhan, what are you going to do while Im with Lauren? Im going to watch, Kieran. Im going to get down there where I can see what it really looks like. Ive never seen that big cock of yours in action close up. Im going to watch and use a couple of fingers on my clit. I may not be able to jerk off but I can sure as hell rub off. She wanted a show, huh? Damn, who would have ever thought it? I looked at Lauren and raised my eyebrows in question. She smiled and held out her arms to me. Come on, Kieran, play with us. Dont be such a, whats that teen word, a wuss, whatever that is. I knew when Id been beaten. I crawled up on the bed and on top of Lauren. She wrapped her arms around me and opened her mouth to mine. I couldnt believe it had been so long, so many years, since Id kissed her like that. Almost sixteen and I didnt know how to kiss, except for what Id learned with Allison. I sure as hell learned a lot from Lauren then. My dick felt as hard as it had that afternoon. I wished I could use it four times and give them both a couple. I knew I couldnt. Lauren lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my thighs. I pulled back away from her a little and she dropped one hand down and found my dick. It was still drooling and she was still, whatever it is women do, dripping, exuding, honeying, thats it, honeying. She rubbed the head of my dick up and down in her honey-cunt. I could feel her inner lips opening and separating for me. She held it still in just that spot. How do they always know where that spot is, where it goes in? Ive been married almost twenty years and sometimes I still have to hunt to find it. I pushed just enough for the head to slide in. Damn, it was good. As good this time as it was the first time. Never gets old. Couldnt get any better. I dont think Id ever get tired of this part, when my dicks first sliding into a cunt. The rest of the fucks always great but this was the best, except maybe for the last. My stomach was against hers and I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts against my chest. Lauren pulled her legs up higher and locked them around my waist. My mouth was still fastened on hers. I began to give it to her in slow measured strokes. Just easing in until our pubic hair met and my balls were against her ass cheeks. Out until just the tip was still inside her. No hurry. No slamming it in and jerking it out. Just long, slow strokes. I rose up over her a little, leaving a little room between our bodies, supporting myself on my elbows. Lauren wasnt finished. She brought her legs up higher, bending herself almost in half. I rose up higher, supporting myself on straight arms now. I moved my arms, first one, then the other, so her legs were inside, her ankles wrapped around my neck. I looked down at where my cock was just halfway in her. I saw Siobhan there beside us watching where my cock was going. She had two fingers in her cunt. I looked down at Laurens face and saw she had her eyes open, looking up into mine. I wanted to be slow, to give her a chance to come first, knew shed know by now what she had to do to get hers while I was getting mine. I quit worrying about her. I shut my eyes. Held myself straight from knees to head, started doing what I wanted to do, just shove it in and out, in and out, keep on until I was slamming it in so hard my balls bounced off her buns. I could feel her hands on my ass cheeks, fingernails digging in to hold on. Damn, why always fingernails? I could feel everything inside me drawing up tight, getting ready to let go. I didnt care. I didnt try to stop it. When it happened, I let it. The best part. Every thing in me poured out of my balls through my dick and into her cunt up against the entrance to her womb. Like Samson after Delilah cut his hair, I had no strength in my arms. I dropped down on Lauren and buried my face in her hair. We were both gasping for breath. When I finally looked up, Siobhan was stretched out on the other side of the bed, propped up on the pillows. Her legs were straight, crossed at the ankles. Her hands were resting on her stomach. I raised my eyebrows at her in what she knew was a question. She nodded and I knew shed got hers. I looked down at Lauren. Do I have to ask whether it was good for you? Did you come? I didnt feel you. She laughed. Youre going to have to hide your butt from the kids tomorrow, Kieran. That is, if you dont want them to see the fingernail marks on your ass cheeks. I think I started when you started slamming into me. I didnt quit until after you did. Damn, I said, why do you women always want to dig in with your fingernails? For the same reason we like to give you hickeys on your throat and shoulders. Just putting our mark on you. I stayed on top of her, not wanting to take it out. It was so damn good, even going soft, just to be in her, in her hot wet cunt. Siobhan got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She brought back warm wet washcloths for all of us and a couple of small towels. I rolled over on my back and held out my hand for her to give me one. I was pleasantly surprised when she used the cloth to wipe me off and then milked out the last drools of come that always oozed out and wiped that away. Lauren watched her while she did it and then held her hand out for a cloth too. Siobhan surprised her too. She wiped her clean too and then pressed a towel between her legs. The three of us were quiet. I suppose we were all in that stage just before going to sleep. I had to ask Lauren another question. "Lauren, are you really OK with what were doing? Maybe the boys and I shouldnt have got at you the way we did Saturday night. The kids have just recently decided they like to play that way. You seemed OK with it, as if you were having a good time playing with us. Then last night, Kerry wanted to have sex with you. Tonight its me. Is it Kavan tomorrow night? Now you know what my family is like, what're you going to tell Stuart?" The same thing you do, Kieran. If he asks, he gets told the truth. Stuart can handle it. I think he got in the panties of half the girls in his high school and then came home and told me about it. Hed even ask my advice and tell me in detail what he did. Hes a rather unconventional man too, Kieran. He has a lot of the same attitudes about love and sex that you do. You knew Paul; you can probably guess how he and I were in raising our kids. They learned about sex like your kids did except that we never really played with them the way you two do with your kids." "Siobhan and I've been trying to decide what the right thing to do is. I still don't know. Help us decide how to handle this. Should we drop the family nudity habit and maybe clean up the way we are about sex while they're here, at least until they get to know us?" "Kieran, the right thing to do is really very simple, Lauren answered. Call Stuart and talk to him again. Just him this time, without agonizing over it. He's easy to talk to. I do it all the time, about everything, with him and his wife. Tell him how your family is about nudity and sex. And don't say clean up anything; there's nothing dirty that needs cleaning up. Tell them what we did Saturday night. And last night, and tonight and tomorrow night. I'm going to." "I just don't want to mess up his life. I don't want him to be ashamed of me, that I'm his father." Siobhan had evidently listened to me long enough. "Kieran, for gosh sakes, they had a sauna. Paul used to play grab-ass with Lauren and their kids in the sauna when they were growing up. They even did it with Stuart and Joanne after they got married. Now, will you shut up and go to sleep?" How did she know that? What else did they tell each other in all those long telephone conversations? (ARIAL) Tuesday morning, I got up when I heard Mom in the kitchen. She and Lauren were getting breakfast ready so Dad and Kavan and Kathryn could go to work. They were laughing and talking and giggling like teenage girls. I guessed they were talking about what happened with Dad last night. I decided to help too so theyd talk to me about it. Lauren said something to Mom about the Jacuzzi and I wondered what happened so I asked. Mom looked at Lauren and then gave me this weird look, like she had a question mark on her face. Honey, we were talking about what we did with your father last night. I know youre almost a woman but are you sure you want to know? Mom, you and Dad always said youd be honest with us if we asked questions. You said we should never be ashamed of anything we did if it was just sex. Are you ashamed of something? Are you going to give me honest answers? Mom looked at Lauren again. You tell her about the Jacuzzi. Ill tell her about the undercover work. Lauren told me a Jacuzzi blowjob. Mom told me - Dad had all he could eat. Then they both told me an old-fashioned fuck for Lauren. I laughed and giggled on the outside; I felt like crying on the inside. I wanted Luke so I could give him a blowjob and let him have all he could eat and we could have an old-fashioned fuck too. I couldnt let them see how I really felt but I couldnt fool Mom. She heard me sniff. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me up against her. I shut my eyes and buried my face in her hair. Honey, your turn will come. Youre already a woman. Youve just got to find the man you want to be your first. You talk to me and Ill help you get ready. Just be patient a little while longer. I couldnt tell her I already knew the man I wanted but I couldnt have him. Rachael already had him. I went out on the deck by myself to think. Maybe I could tell her. Maybe Lauren would talk to me. But they were so busy with each other they didnt have time for me. I didnt know what to do but I knew I couldnt just do nothing. I knew I couldnt have Luke forever. He and Rachael had made a marriage for themselves. They even had little Adrianna now. She seemed like a niece to me. Dad treated her like a grandchild. I knew I couldnt have him forever but why couldnt I have him for my first? Mom was his first and he didnt hurt their marriage. Why couldnt he be my first without hurting his marriage to Rachael? I went back in the kitchen. I blurted it all out without stopping for breath. Mom, Lauren, I want Luke to be my first. I want you two to help me if it can be done without hurting their marriage. And I want you to help me decide what sort of contraception well use. Mom looked at me like she wanted to cry. All she said was, Well talk about it as soon as the others have had breakfast and left. Dad and Kavan and Kathryn came in and had breakfast and left in a hurry as usual. Kerry ate and then asked Mom if he could go fishing down at the creek with a friend. She let him. I was ready to eat so I got me half a bagel with cream cheese and a banana. I fixed me a cup of half coffee and half milk. Mom and Lauren fixed themselves another cup of coffee and sat down to eat with me. We talked for a while about whether I was really ready to start having sex and whether I knew what it was going to be like when I started doing it. They listened to me and treated me like a woman. I tried to act like one. They both finally agreed to help. Then we had to talk about whether it would hurt Lukes and Rachaels marriage. All I had to do was ask one question: Mom, you and Dad have a good marriage; did Luke hurt it? That left just the problem of contraception. I knew Mom and Rachael were on the pill and they both said it didnt cause them any real problems. But there wasnt time for me to get started on it if I was going to try to get Luke to do it at the cabin. Mom and Lauren started talking about other ways and asking me questions. Id done my homework on contraception because I knew Id have to worry about it some day. I was ready. We finally decided it had to be either condoms or a spermicidal sponge or suppository. Arial, youve read enough about using contraception but you need some real experience. When Lauren and I go out today, Im going to go by the drugstore and get some condoms and sponges. Your fathers used condoms and Ive used sponges when I couldnt be on the pill. I want you to practice putting a sponge in and talking it out. I want to watch while you do it. Maybe Lauren might help us so you do it right. Would you be OK letting us watch while you do it? I couldnt think of any reason why I wouldnt be OK. After living naked with my family all my life, it wouldnt embarrass me. I told her Id be OK. You need some experience putting a condom on a man too, Mom said. I know they can do it. But they like it when a woman does it. Do you think Kavan would let you practice on him? I turned so I could make sure she was looking directly at my face. I sniffed a couple of times, pretended I was crying, and blinked my eyes real fast like I do when I want to squeeze out a few tears. I knew Id be red around the eyes like I was really crying. Mom, I think I can convince him. Ill bet Kerry would let me practice on him too. I sniffed some more. If I put on this face for Dad, do you think hell let me practice on him? After they stopped laughing, I went in the family room to think. I got my new digital camera and downloaded some pictures to the computer so I could work on them. I had a series of five of Kavan and I wanted him exactly centered in each one. I wanted a rectangle of 800 x 600 pixels with him centered at 400 pixels. The first was a head shot, showing his red hair all tangled up like hed been sleeping and that crooked grin of his. I got his nose right in the middle with a little cropping on one side. The second was a chest shot showing his chest down to his belly button. That one was easy. Next was a shot from belly button part way down his thighs. He was wearing low-cut jeans and you could see his dick and balls bulging on one side. The next one was the same area but with his jeans off. His red pubic hair filled that shot with color and his dick was swollen but still hanging down. The last was from mid-thigh down to mid-calf. As far as I could tell, Id managed to keep his body proportions the same in all five, relative to the others. I wasnt aware that Lauren had come in until she put her hands on my shoulders. Those are beautiful, Arial. Do you have some more you could show me? I showed her a series of Kathryn. The first was a head shot and you could almost see her head in motion, flipping her dark hair around. She had that mischievous sweet smile that had got her Kavan. The second was a straight-on shot of nothing but her breasts. The next one I had her sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs together, her hands on the bed on each side of her, a serious look on her face. The fourth was a shot of her stretched out on the bed, supporting her head with her elbow on the bed and her leg curled forward so all you could see was the beginning of her pubic hair. I thought that was the best one. The last was a side shot showing her sitting on the bed, knees bent and up in the air. She had both arms raised and was brushing her hair. Did anyone take some pictures of you? Lauren asked. Kerry did. I showed her the series he took. The first one was of me from the waist up, with my long hair covering my breasts. The next one was like Kerry had insisted: my hair pulled into one bunch between my breasts and with each breast showing. Then there was one with me bent over showing my fanny and my legs and everything between my legs. I didnt know he had taken that one until I straightened up. The last one was of me with full frontal nudity, my fists threatening him, and my tongue sticking out. He said that was the best one. Do you have any of Kerry? Yeah, but I dont think I want to show them yet. Maybe I should just erase them. Let me see them. If I dont think theyre good, Ill tell you and then you can erase them. I showed her Kerry. The first was his face. His blond hair looked like gold from being in the sun. His freckles stood out across his nose and cheeks. He had that smile, the one Mom calls his infectious smile. The next one was Kerrys cute little butt. Id gotten a close-up so nothing else showed, just like with Kathryns breasts. The last three I didnt want her to see but I showed them anyway. They showed Kerrys dick with a hard on. Id done a left view, center shot, and then a right view. She didnt say anything about the last three. Youve got a lot of talent in photography, Arial. Have you taken any classes? No, I just got this a couple of months ago. Mom and Dad gave me a good book on digital photography when they bought me the camera. Ive worked my way through it. Why dont you see if you could find a course to take to teach you more? Ill pay for it. Maybe I could use you as a photographer for my company. Ive got to pay somebody to do it. It might as well be you. Would you like that? Sure. I sort of figured she was just doing it because she knew I was unhappy about not having somebody to love me yet. I didnt care. I really did like learning about photography. I wanted to take a course. It would be fun to have a job doing it for her. Do you like landscapes? I asked. Ive got about sixty in the computer. Some are from the Freeloft property. Kerry took me down there the last time he went with the other boys. She looked. She liked them. She studied the Freeloft ones for a long time. Arial, can you bring your camera and take pictures like this for me this afternoon. I think youve already got yourself a part-time job. <><><> Kerry came in just before noon with a small-mouth bass. Mom said shed cook it if hed clean it. He went out in the back yard and came back with two nice fillets. He asked if any one else wanted some because it was too much for him. Lauren wanted some. Kavan and Kathryn came in starving and dirty as usual. They went in the laundry room and stripped off. Mom and Lauren fed them. Kerry and Lauren ate the fish. He offered me a bite and I took it so I wouldnt hurt his feelings. I felt sorry for the poor little fish but it did taste good. <><><> (LAUREN ANDERSEN) Kavan and Kathryn came in from work about twelve-thirty - dirty, sweaty, and hungry again. Siobhan and I fed them sandwiches. Kerry and I ate the fish. I was amazed at the way Kavan put away the food. Kathryn didnt compete but she was no slacker. Arial picked at a little bit of everything. She and Kerry cleaned up while Kathryn and Kavan rested. I asked if they all were ready to take me on a tour of the Freeloft property. Or were they too tired? Were not tired, Kavan answered. Well leave off the shower since were all going to be dirty and sweaty before we get back. We need to be there by two. Ive already called Mrs. Freeloft. Theyre expecting us. I figure we can take an hour with them, then an hour around the top of the hill and the old stone house. Thirty minutes should be enough for the bottomland; its all flat and the same. We can walk some of the trail around the riverbank last. Its easy except around the cliffs and the cave. We can be back to the car by five thirty and home in time to shower before dinner. Is Mom coming with us? I looked at Siobhan. Ive got some work to do. Ill have dinner ready when you get back. Im ordering Chinese, so mark your menu choices before you leave. Dont mark the Szechwan Chicken and Eggplant because thats what Im ordering. If youre going to walk the riverbank trail, youve all got to spray for chiggers and ticks and then wear jeans. And shower as soon as you get back. Kieran should be in by then. Siobhan made us assemble on the deck so she could spray us before we got dressed. We lined up, five naked butts all in a row, and got sprayed from mid-thigh down to toes. She insisted I wear a pair of her jeans. They were a very close fit, just a little loose in the hips. When she saw my sneakers, she insisted I try on her hiking boots. With thick socks, they were perfect. By the time I was dressed the kids had on their jeans and sneakers and were ready. We were back shortly before six. Kavan drove around to the rear of the house. We all undressed in the basement and Arial piled all our clothes in one basket. Kavan carried it up to the top of the basement stairs and Siobhan took it. Kerry explained. We have to be careful about ticks and chiggers if we go through the woods along the riverbank. Momll throw everything in the washer and run it on hot. Thatll take care of the little devils if theyre on our clothes. Ticks are that much of a problem on the property?" I asked. No more a problem there than anywhere in the woods around here, Kavan said. You just dont want to let one stay on you. If he gets bored in, hell get full of your blood and his heads hard to get out of your skin. Thats why weve got to shower now and check each other carefully. I enjoyed the shower with the four kids, especially when Kerry insisted on giving me a shampoo. Kavan scrubbed my back. The girls washed my front. I felt more alive than I had in years. When we were dried off, we helped each other inspect to make sure wed gotten rid of any ticks we might have picked up. Kathryn and Arial gave Kavan and Kerry a thorough inspection and insisted I double-check them. It was easy except that both dicks were almost standing at attention and that was a little distracting. Kerry didnt have enough hair for anything to hide in. Kavan did but I didnt think black ticks could hide in red hair. I felt like a naughty kid again. When we trouped upstairs, Kieran was home and already nude. The kitchen table was already set. Siobhan had two big pitchers of tea - sweetened and unsweetened. I loved Chinese food and I was starved. Two weeks ago, I would never have believed I would be sitting at a table with six other people, nude, eating Chinese food, and at ease with it. Siobhan and Kieran and the kids chased me out while they cleaned the kitchen. I set my laptop up on the coffee table in the family room and connected it. I started checking my e-mail and reading the progress reports from my real estate agent and my lawyer in Oregon and from Stuart and Joanne. Everything was going well and it appeared my house was going to sell for almost the listed price. I asked Arial if she could put the old pictures of the Freeloft property on my laptop, as well as the new ones she took today. In ten minutes she had the software installed, the pictures loaded, and I was looking at them. As I looked at the pictures, I could hear Siobhan talking with Kieran. They were talking about Luke, Rachael and Adrianna and how they were about the same age as Stuart, Joanne, and little Paul. It seemed like there was a lot of happiness in their conversation, as though they were both talking about people who were already members of their family. Kieran asked Siobhan about Adrianna as if she were his own grandchild. Arial came in with headphones on and I tried to figure out where she was carrying whatever was playing the music. Her slim naked body didnt leave any room to hide any music player. She started moving, slowly at first, frowning a little, and perhaps trying to synchronize herself to the rhythm she was hearing. When she got in sync, she smiled and started dancing on her toes. Her hands and hips were moving to music that, I guessed, had to be from some Latin origin. She saw I had with a puzzled look on her face. I reached up to my ear and she understood. Theyre wireless. I play the music in my room and use these and I can hear it anywhere I go in the house. I thought she was going to be one to break more than a few boys hearts. Kerry came in too. He walked up behind me, slid his hands down to my breasts, and put his chin on top of my head while he looked at what I had on my laptop screen. I guess he decided it didnt concern him because he moved on to a chair and turned on the TV. Hed turned on my nipples too. I pitied the poor girls in his school when he turned his attentions on them. But then, on second thought, I envied them. Kavan and Kathryn came in and sprawled out on the carpet in front of the TV. They stayed so close to each other they were almost like conjoined twins. Kathryn seemed determined to keep Kavans dick half hard most of the time. Kieran and Siobhan came in last. Siobhan was carrying a stack of folders. I had an audience I didnt really want but I had to find out what Siobhan had been able to accomplish while we were gone. She had four folders of different thicknesses waiting for me, one at least a half-inch thick. Do I need to make a formal announcement or do you already know my decision. I want to buy the Freeloft property. Its perfect. I want to build the company complex down on the bottomland. I want to build me a new home on the hill where the old stone house is. Kavan misunderstood what I was saying. Aaww, Lauren, I was hoping you wouldnt have to tear it down. Its beautiful. I agree and Im glad you see its beauty. Im not tearing it down, Kavan. Im going to bring it back to life. The old stone walls look sound. Most of the woodwork inside is like a work of art. Its going to become mostly bedrooms. The new part, my addition, is going to be modern, stone and old wood and lots of glass. Id like to use stone that looks like the old house. Do you have any idea where they got it? Sure, Kavan said, you saw it today. They quarried it on the property. Thats where Kerry showed you about the different rock layers. Its just so overgrown now you cant tell it was ever a quarry. I looked around at the Stuart family. You all amaze me. I came for a visit with nothing but questions. In just a few days, you give me all the answers. Kavan tried imitating John Wayne, I think. Aw, shucks, Maam, it werent nothin. I turned to Siobhan. It was time to get down to business. Did you manage to get started on anything on such short notice? I asked. It looked like she had done more than start. Is it OK if the kids stay and listen or should we talk in private? I looked around at four beautiful young kids. Kerry turned off the TV. Arial took off her headphones. They knew something important was going to be discussed. My business head told me to ask them to leave; my womans heart told me to let them stay. My heart won. You kids can stay, I said, but remember you cant reveal anything I discuss with her. Ill fire her if she does. I could probably get her CFP and CFA certificates revoked. I could ruin her career. Youve got to keep your mouths shut about everything we talk about today and for as long as shes my employee. Moms your employee? Kavan asked. I didnt know youd hired her. I thought she was an agent for that big bank downtown. Youre an employee, too, dummy. Arial and I are too. Moms salaried and were hourly employees. Kerry looked a little smug. Since when? Arial asked. Mom already has a part-time job. I thought Id better explain. I hired your Mom yesterday afternoon. Kerry too. I hired Arial this morning to take pictures for me. As of this afternoon, Kavans hired too. And after the way Kathryn helped me with the Freelofts and with climbing over those rocks near the river, shes an hourly employee too. Keep up with your time. As soon as we can, well work out your pay rate and payday. I didnt know what Id do with all four of them but their smiles let me know Id find something. I knew theyd be a lot of help and great company in learning about the big Freeloft property. I explained everything to the kids, in even more detail than Id told Kieran and Siobhan last night. When I started talking about money, I saw four faces full of astonishment. Finally, I turned to Siobhan. She was ready. The legal-sized folders full of information about the property. Your agent and your lawyer worked on it this morning and sent it over just after you left. First time theyve ever worked for a client theyve never met. Ive been through it. The only parts you need to read now are the top ten pages. The rest you can read next month. One folders an outline of your plan to acquire the property and to set up a trust for the Freelofts. Mrs. Freeloft called me this afternoon just after you left her house. I went over the general plan for the trust and shes overwhelmed. The big folder has an appraisal of the property value. I told her they could expect about ninety percent of that in addition to the trust. I gave her the name of a lawyer to call to represent her. Shes removing the property from the market and will sell it to you as soon as her lawyer reviews everything. Hell know, with the trust, its the most generous offer she could possibly get. Youll have no problem acquiring the property. The next folder contains a plan to handle your estate and real estate proceeds as you receive them. Ive been talking to the bank and Ive got all the documents ready for your signature. You need to read them carefully to make sure its what you want. As soon as you sign, Ill fax them to the bank and get everything started. Ill take the originals the next time I go downtown. I need your permission to make temporary investments for you until we develop a long-range plan. I picked up a pen, opened the folder, and started signing beside all the little yellow arrows. When I looked up at Siobhan, she gave me a smile. I looked at Kieran and he was smiling too; he was enjoying this. You do like to move fast, dont you? Siobhan said. I did something you didnt ask for but its something you need. Ive been talking to an accounting firm and to a tax accountant. You may not think you need both but I do. You need the accounting firm to double-check everything I recommend to you, to keep your books, handle your payroll, and stuff like that. When you get your company formed, they know you may keep them or get your own accounting staff. Thatll keep them watching out for you. The tax accountants a friend but shes also the best tax person I know. Youre going to have to structure everything carefully if you want to keep your money and not give it to the IRS. Your tax person needs to be separate from your accountant. Itll cost a little more to pay both but youll save a lot more this way. Youve got the information you need about them in the next folder. Therere also some documents giving me authority to act on your behalf in dealing with them. When youve read and signed them, I can start working for you. I picked up the pen and signed beside the little red arrows. I looked up at her and waited for her to tell me what was next. Ive got four appointments for you and me tomorrow, starting with the real estate agent at one oclock. Ive allowed forty-five minutes for each and fifteen for us to go pee or to go to the next one. Whats the last folder? I asked. Its my employment contract and also contracts for the boys. Theyre for three-month terms. I filled in a salary for me and an hourly rate for the boys. You can change the amounts; if you do, initial the changes and then sign at the bottom. As soon as we sign, were all hired. Ill do ones for the girls tomorrow. I didnt anticipate you going on a hiring spree. Ive made up timesheets for Kavan and Kerry. Ill keep up with them and give them to your payroll accountant as soon as you get one. I checked the amounts on the contracts. I dont think she really understood what I was going to expect out of them. I raised the amounts, signed them at the bottom, and handed them to her, Kavan, and Kerry. The boys looked at her in bewilderment and then looked at Kieran. Just sign above where your name is printed, he said. I leaned back in the chair and tucked my feet up under me. It suddenly struck me how much my life had changed in less than a month. Id been a lonely widow wondering what to do with the rest of my life. Now I was back at something I loved to do. I was also naked with six other naked people, in a position that probably showed more of me than anybody had seen in years. Id had sex for three nights in a row and I knew I was going to have more tonight. I could read all the documents tomorrow morning. I looked around at all of them. Kieran, do you think you could get us a bottle or two of wine. I think we need to have a little toast. After that Kavan and Kathryn and I want to go to bed early. Ive got a busy day tomorrow. Ive got a couple of bottles of champagne in the fridge in the basement, he answered. Ill get them if somebodyll get us some glasses. Get the nice ones, no plastic this time. He came back and was opening the champagne when Kerry asked him a question. Dad, are you mad cause Lauren didnt hire you too? Shes hired the rest of us. He emptied one bottle into seven glasses and then offered a simple toast: To Laurens Company. He kept smiling at me and I wondered how much he knew. Kieran, dont you think you should tell them why youve been keeping a secret from them? I asked. What secret? That you knew most of my plans before I ever came here for a visit. You couldnt know about the Freeloft property. That only happened when I read the newspaper ad aloud and Kerry recognized what it meant. But you knew pretty much everything about my estate and my plans, didnt you? Most of it, he admitted. I knew how well off you were. I knew about the partnership agreement and that you had wanted to keep running the company but couldnt. I knew you were going to relocate here. I checked on the potential for a business like yours here and I saw we were an underserved area. From all that, I thought I knew some of your plan and I guessed the rest. How could you know that? Siobhan asked. She just told us yesterday? He checked me out too, Siobhan, I said. And very well, I might add. I knew that making a quiet little investigation of people was one of the things he did. And he usually does it very well. He only missed one thing with me. And Im not going to tell him what it was. He can figure it out if hes good enough to run a security company. That brought stunned silence. I looked at Siobhan and then at the kids. You didnt think I was going to run it, did you? Im just going to be the principal shareholder. Im going to be Chairman of the Board. Make that Chairwoman. Kierans going to be the Chief Executive Officer if he wants the job. I looked directly at him. Do you want the job? Ill have to think about it, he answered. He opened the other bottle of champagne, refilled our glasses, and offered a toast. The same one or was it? To Laurens company. As soon as the seven of us had emptied our glasses, he turned his attention back to me. Weve got a lot of talking to do. Im going to take a day off on Thursday. We can sit on the deck if everybody will just leave us alone. Youll have your answer before Stuart and Joanne get here on Thursday night. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Forty-Seven OK, if you all understand the rules, we need to have a bath first. In the immortal words of our noble leader, Before sex, clean body, dirty mind. I didnt remember saying that. Now, may I have your attention? I looked at Jean-Nicole and noticed that everyone else was looking at her too. She was standing and had her head up high, a determined look on her beautiful face. My sou-chefs and I worked hard at preparing a good lunch for you guys, she said. There were six of us, all women, and we like to feed our men. I dont think any of us should have to clean the kitchen and I think Aimee should close the door until you guys have done it. Aimee, would you please bar the door? She was standing tall and authoritatively but she was smiling when she said that. Yes, Jean-Nicole, Aimee said, giggling. I will close the door and keep it closed until the male population has done their kitchen duties, that is, unless David objects. OK, I know when Im pussy-whipped, I said, resignedly. Close the damn door. I went to the sink and started filling it with hot water. The other guys started bringing the dirty dishes to be washed. James separated the leftovers into one plate for Luckys dinner and another for the mulch pile. Toby ran the next sink with warm water to rinse. Matt assumed the racking position. Brian swept up. Iain wiped the tables clean and then helped Brian sweep the whole kitchen and dining area. We all bitched and moaned about being mistreated but we were all smiling and nobody really meant it. When the kitchen was clean, I walked back to the table where Anna was sitting smiling at me. On sudden impulse, I pulled her up, wrapped my arms around her, put one hand behind her head, and pressed her face against my throat. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply a few times, and held the woman I loved. Like an empty container, I felt her love flowing into me and filling me up. You fill me up, Anna, to all that I can be, I whispered. I love you so damn much. When I opened my eyes and looked around, the others were all embracing as well. Jean-Nicole was sandwiched between two guys, Matt in back and Brian in front. James was holding Sam. Toby was behind Rene, holding her and, of course, Pyotr was hugging Petra. David, what do you mean when you say something like that? Brian asked. I dont understand when people talk like that. Brian, I hope some day you find a woman and the two of you surrender to loving each other and then youll understand, I said. Im not religious but sometimes I think Im half a soul and Annas the other half and were never complete unless were joined together. Its not always about sex but sometimes it is. Its about love. When I hold Anna like this, I can feel her love flowing around and through me and I can find the strength to face the world. She says she feels the same way and the child shes carrying proves she does. Youre being eloquent again, David, James said. Shut up, James, Sam said. That was beautiful. Brian persisted. Then how can you have sex with Rene while Toby has sex with Anna. Do you love Rene too? Can a man love two women? Toby, we dont have to share our love with just one person, Anna said. Love has no limits. I love Toby too. I also love James and Iain and Matt. I love all the women here. When I get to know you, Im sure Ill love you too. Having sex with you wouldnt diminish my love for David. Having sex with Rene wont diminish Davids love for me. Brian persisted, frowning, Well, we had to study your world and your customs before Mom and Dad would let me and Brianne go with them. I thought your world believed it was bad for a man or woman to have sex with other people when theyre married. Brian, that probably was a good custom when women had almost no way to keep from getting pregnant and a man wanted to know that the children his wife bore were really his, Anna said. Im pregnant and I know it was David who did it. In this new world, Aimee provides us with contraception and were starting our own customs. We believe a man can have sex with another woman without hurting his relationship with his wife. Same for women. We believe it builds a feeling of love for others and thats what we want to do. Ive got one more question before I start being Rover, Brian side. David, my father knew about you and he said I had to ask you questions instead of him and I had to do what you said. Is it really OK for me to do stuff with the females here? I think my dicks the smallest one on any guy here. Is it big enough? Yes, its OK for you to have sex when youre ready but dont ask me about size, I answered, even though I knew it was big enough. Ask the girls. Petra, what do you think? Petra walked over in front of Brian, untied the strap to his loincloth, let it fall to the floor, and stood there looking down at his dick. It was warm and swollen slightly, probably about three inches long. She shrugged, put one hand under his testicles, wrapped the other around his penis, stroked it a few times, and then just held it. Well, Ill be darned, she giggled. Its getting bigger. She released it and we all watched as it continued its rise upward until it was pointing almost straight up. His foreskin slid back until the red head was completely uncovered, an arrowhead pointing at the ceiling. His dick was at least five inches long. It still looked like a little kids dick because he had almost no pubic hair around it or on his testicles. I hereby certify that Brians penis is big enough to satisfy any woman here, Petra said, and giggled. Aimee, would you please record that certification so Brian can be a class 1-A certified bouchi fucker from now on. Yes, Petra, Ill even issue him a certificate to prove it after he performs tonight, Aimee finally managed to say while giggling. Brian, would you please slap James on the ass first and then let me enjoy your tianga? Caitlyn said. Ive never had a certified bouchi fucker before. No, no, Sam said. Slap Iain on the butt. Do me first. My little bouchi is aching to be filled. Brian was ready for anything. Well, Ive already done Anna and Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn. That leaves, you Sam, Rene, and Petra. I think Ill start with Petra and work my way up. I can do three tonight easily. Brian, youd better rethink that approach, I said. Toby and Rene are going to the bed alcove with me and Anna. If Im playing with Anna, you might not slap my butt because youve already shoved your prodigious pecker up her pouting little pussy. So, with Anna, Im probably safe from being Rover. If Im romping with Rene, youre more likely to whup my ass because you want her to feel your terrifying tianga. So, if Im not safe with Rene, I wonder what I should do. Matt had an answer: Fuck Anna first, David, and hope he chooses another Rover before you fuck Rene. Naah, that wont work. What if he slaps Anna on the ass just so he can fuck David? James said. I think Id like to see that. Thats what he should do. No, no, I know what he should do, Toby said. Really, I do. Let Rene get on top and Rover cant get at your ass to slap it. Im not going to fuck either one of them, I said. Im going to make love to both of them. All this bragging is not going to get a tianga in anybodys bouchi, Anna said. Lets hit the showers. As usual when we were doing a communal shower, I never knew who was going to help bathe me or who was going to get my attention. It was soapy slippery fun and giggling and groping and grabbing and twisting and tussling and laughing and yelling. Thats what I was doing. The others were all doing about the same. I enjoyed it but I wanted to get busy with something else. I led the way to the dryer and started wiping the water off the first female, Jean-Nicole, who followed me. She shoved me to Anna before I wiped her down all over. Then I managed to get my hands on Renes unbelievably-beautiful breasts before Brian ordered all of us to go to the bedchamber where we were going to play Rover. He led the way and sorted us out at the door. Ones to the left bed alcove, twos to the middle, and threes to the right, he ordered in his most commanding little-boy voice. We obeyed meekly. I didnt remember who was going to the middle and right but I led Anna to the left. Toby and Rene joined us. I immediately lay down on my back while I thought of Tobys strategy. If Rover couldnt get to my ass to slap it, he couldnt choose me. Toby must have thought the same thing; he flopped beside me. Anna and Rene were left to find room to be on top of us. Anna chose Toby and I was left with Rene and that was exactly what I wanted. I grabbed Renes wrist and pulled her on top of me. She didnt resist. She enthusiastically straddled me and pressed my tianga down against my stomach without trying to get it in her bouchi. I pulled her head down to mine and she met me with an open mouth that showed she was hot for something. When I came up to breath, I looked to the side. Anna and Toby were squirming around and seemed to be trying to tongue-fuck each other and maybe she was fucking him without fucking. I looked for Rover and saw him at the left bed alcove, hands clasped behind his back, watching somebodys antics. I was tempted to roll over with Rene but I knew that would expose my ass to Rover. I looked up just as Brian walked up to our bed alcove. He still had his hands behind his back and he was grinning. He was also sporting an impressive hard-on. He stood there watching and I kept my eyes on him. Rene tried to touch my tonsils with her tongue one minute and then tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth the next. I decided I was going to show my tianga the way to her bouchi as soon as he meandered on. He shook his head negatively in a minute or so and walked out of sight. I quickly manhandled Rene to her back and rolled on top of her. She reached down and showed my dick the way to her pussy. I had just started getting it embedded when I felt a slap on my ass and Brian yelled Rover. I said the first words I thought of: Oh, shiitt! I decided to play the game but with some fun added. I stopped, pulled my pecker out of Renes pussy, and crawled out of the bed alcove. I growled at Brian, stooped over menacingly, and acted as a gorilla was going to grab him. He backed up. I stomped toward him; legs bent and spread wide, arms spread open, hands with fingers extended. He ran and that was what I wanted. I ran after him. I dont know where he thought he could go since we all had to stay in the same room except to go potty. He zigged when he should have zagged. I grabbed his wrist, pulled him toward me, cupped my hands under his ass cheeks and lifted him against me. He locked his legs around my middle and I felt his officially big enough tianga against my stomach. I put one hand behind his head, pulled his face to mine, and kissed him, left cheek, right cheek, and mouth. He was surprised but he didnt resist. I walked back over to the alcove with Anna and Rene with him clinging to me. Rene was waiting with open arms. I eased him down close to her and he moved on top of her. Why did he do that? he asked. I know what it means when you kiss somebody like that. Why did he do it? He did it because hes very happy to be playing with all of us, Brian, Anna said. He feels honored that you liked him well enough to make him the next Rover. Hes just very happy. I stood there watching, nodding my head at what Anna was saying. Then I went on the prowl, looking for an ass to slap to make somebody else Rover. If I could get to the person I wanted, I was going to get my first uninterrupted fuck of the night. Whom would I choose? Id had my tianga in Anna, Caitlyn, Jean-Nicole, and Rene. That left Sam and Petra. I decided to try for Sam. Why not? I went to the middle bed alcove first, the one with Iain and Caitlyn and James and Sam. James was underneath Caitlyn and Iain was on the other side of them and under Sam. Both guys had their peckers in a pussy. I couldnt get to either of their asses. I watched for a while. They watched me warily and tried to play with each other. I meandered on. I went to the right alcove next. Matt was under Petra and Pyotr was peeking out from under Jean-Nicole. I leaned to one side and looked carefully. Both guys had their tiangas in a bouchi. I was surprised that Petra had tried Matts on for size. I wasnt worried about Jean-Nicole with Pyotrs prodigious peter prodding her. I watched as the guys fucked up just a little and the girls fucked down. That looked like fun. I meandered on and went back to my original bed alcove. Brian was on top of Rene, humping away and he probably wasnt even aware that I was watching. She had him locked down with her legs around his waist and heels over his little ass, arms around his chest, one hand behind his head, and his mouth on hers. Her eyes were closed and she was trying to hump back so I suppose she was enjoying his class 1-A certified bouchi fucking. I shrugged. I knew he understood that he was safe from Rover for now. I looked at Anna and Toby. He was on top of her, doing the same thing as Brian, his smooth rounded ass cheeks moving up and down, not humping, just slowly fucking. I had two ass targets and I didnt really want either one for now. I wandered back to the middle alcove, the one I wanted. James and Caitlyn were both on their sides, her butt toward me, his away from me. I didnt want his anyway. I looked to the side and saw he had his dick partially in her and was slowly sliding it in and out. He was watching me. I shook my head and winked at him. He understood and winked back. I looked at Iain and Sam. They were interlocked the same way, her ass toward me, his toward the wall, his tianga in her bouchi, slowly easing it in and out. He was watching me too and, I suppose ready to roll over on his back. I shook my head and walked out of his view. I went to the corner where I would be out of sight in the middle and right bed alcoves and stood there for a moment. I heard a movement of bodies in the middle alcove. I hugged the wall, moved back, and peeked. James was on top of Caitlyn giving her little bouchi a rapid pecker prodding. Iain was on top of Sam, plugging her little pussy too. I quickly crawled around James and Caitlyn, slapped Iain on the ass, and yelled Rover. He cussed, at least I supposed it was cussing because it was in his original language, but he reluctantly withdrew from Sams warmed-up pussy and crawled out of the bed alcove. I crawled in and Sam held out her arms to me. She spread her legs wide and I settled on top of her. She reached down between our bodies, showed my dick where to go, and I eased it into her in one slow slick slide. I was primed and more than ready so I suppose I hardly lasted a minute before I shoved twenty-centimeters of terrifying tianga in as far as I could and squirted a load of baby-makers in her boiling bouchi. I didnt get to be Rover again. After we recuperated, James and I were both almost raped by two horny women priming the pumps for another good fuck. We both mounted two frantic females, began plugging away, me on Caitlyn this time, James on Sam, both females fucking up while we fucked down. Sam squealed orgasmically. A few seconds later, I heard another slap and Iain yelled Rover. James yelled Damn! and shoved his tianga in a few more times, pulled it out still dripping semen, and crawled out of the bed alcove. I slowly and leisurely slid enough tianga into Caitlyns hot bouchi to satisfy both of us. She came first and I stopped with my dick in her as deep as I could push it and waited for her contractions to subside. Then I resumed unhurriedly plugging away in her until my own orgasm crawled down my spine and grabbed me by the balls and I gave Caitlyns bouchi a load of my baby-makers. <><><> What do we do in our new world? We have many things we all enjoy. So much else was going on, we didnt take the time to learn any new songs for our monthly concert. Instead, we gathered one rainy afternoon for a concert of old songs. Iain conducted us, provided the music on his tallum, played Bachs Organ Concerto, and sang Danny Boy in his beautiful Irish tenor voice. Anna and I sang Adrift on a Star from The Happiest Girl in the World. I suppose all of us felt that the words meant so much to us. Matt sang Ol Man River in an impossibly-low bass voice. Seven Mouseketeers sang Frere Jacques but without the apples and the bumps and grinds. And of course we signed off with our favorite song, You Are My Sunshine. We gathered in the hallway a few times for dancing. We began by marching around in the hallway to the Colonel Bogey March, alternating between whistling and singing la la la, at least most of the time when we could stop giggling and laughing. Next, we danced with a partner of Annas choosing, me with Jean-Nicole. Brian wanted to sit out since there were seven men and only six women but Anna insisted he learn. After that, we danced with our usual partner with the odd man walking around until he slapped another guy on the butt and yelled Rover. I enjoy dancing, especially with a slow romantic tune like Dancing In The Dark when I was doing just that in a hallway barely lit enough to see Annas face. We also had a couple of volley ball games in the central hallway. The game needs six people on each team but we decided to let Brian play on the side opposite from me so they had seven. As usual, we started in loincloths but the Mouseketeers soon lost theirs and we all played naked. That makes the game much more fun. We tried to keep score at least for a few minutes. We worked on getting the majority of our garden ready to be planted in another month. We had plants ready to be set out and seeds on a table ready to be planted. Our potatoes and onions were not mature yet but we were harvesting immature ones that were delicious with some meals. We didnt dig the potato plants with a shovel. We used our hands and gently removed a few without disturbing the plant. We thinned the onions and ate them greens and all, sauted over an entre like fish steaks. We had fresh lettuces and radishes and snow peas, four varieties of each, and decided which ones we liked best and wanted to plant again the next year. Our snow peas were just beginning to bear and we ate them raw. Indoors on rainy days, we either exercised or practiced with weapons. Outdoors we practiced using our spears and bows and arrows since those were the weapons that seemed to be most useful to us. We also exercised outdoors a couple of times in the nude, since Anna said we needed our Vitamin D. Annas pregnancy is advancing normally. She has had just a little morning sickness but she doesnt complain. I think her breasts are already a little larger and more beautiful of course. Her tummy is definitely rounded now that shes at the end of the first trimester. She and Jean-Nicole are studying delivery. Anna says I must be present for delivery to hold her hands and Jean-Nicole will catch the baby. All the other females want to be present too. The guys dont. I think theyd rather go bear hunting. And thats what our daily life was like. I forgot to mention the constant sex because thats nothing new. <><><> I am constantly learning more about our world and some of what I learn amazes me. We had a day of rain, then a day of clear almost-spring-like weather, and I expected the next day to be clear and slightly warmer. At dinner, I asked if anybody wanted to go with me to gather oysters at the isthmus the next day. I smiled at twelve enthusiastic responses. I went through the usual instructions on what they should carry, what I wanted to get: oysters and anything else like turtles, and what I expected them to do in case of danger when we were out from under Aimees shield. Before daybreak the next day, we were on our way, dressed in our Robin Hood regalia, carrying spears and at least one other weapon. I carried a spear, my bow - the Brute, my knives - the Boys, and a sword behind my left shoulder. Wed met more than one threat down there and I was confident we could handle any new danger. We paused just as the sun was peeking over the horizon for a pit stop, boys to the left and girls to the right, had breakfast, and then resumed our trek. Iain started the singing and we all joined in our repertoire until we left the shield. Thats when I asked for silence. We walked out on the isthmus to the long sandy stretch, the part where there were no huge boulders, where we usually waded the water for oysters, when something unusual happened. A half-grown pig came out of the rocks on the mainland end of the isthmus, hurrying toward us. My first impulse was to greet it with a spear but then curiosity and a little thought prevailed. The pig wasnt running its fastest but it was certainly hurrying somewhere. Where and why? Perhaps it didnt see us as a threat because it didnt slow. I knew it would bump up against the shield if it kept going and would probably be rendered unconscious at least for a while. I glanced behind me and saw a meandering line of people. Let the pig through, I yelled. Then come to me. Form a line across the isthmus. Bows! I watched as they all followed my instructions. Matt and Jean-Nicole were on my left, right where I wanted them. Anna was on my right, then Iain and Caitlyn. I looked farther to the left and saw Toby and Rene, Pyotr and Petra, looked to the right and saw James, Sam, and Brian. I watched as Brian finally notched an arrow and then faced toward the mainland. Then I looked toward the mainland too, toward the north-west for what I expected to come out of the boulders. What are we waiting for, David, James yelled. Wolves. I think something was driving the pig. We stood there for a few minutes and I was almost ready to conclude I had been wrong. Then they came out of the boulders onto the sandy stretch: three wolves. They seemed to be the same size and color and I got the impression that they were young males, hunting, perhaps not part of a pack with an Alpha male. They werent running but they were trotting, if thats the right word, certainly hurrying to go somewhere or to do something. They werent aggressively chasing the pig but they seemed to be driving it. Did they know the isthmus was a dead-end trap for the pig? Annas shield wouldnt let it onto the mountain. When the pig encountered the shield, the effect on its brain would be very unpleasant and would probably render it unconscious. Did the wolves know that? Did they expect to kill it without a fight? I swiftly looked right and left. We all had an arrow notched and were holding our bows drawn and ready. Hold steady, I yelled. When the wolves saw us they slowed and then stopped, moving from side to side, growling and threatening, clearly uncertain whether we were a threat. I knew they had never seen anything like us: thirteen people dressed for Sherwood Forest, standing with bows drawn, waiting. The wolves came forward just a little and then stopped. Matt, throw some rocks at them, I said. Fire at will. He laid his bow on the ground, picked up a few rocks or seashells, and then fired a warning barrage right on top of them. One of then was hit but he only yipped and stood his ground. Rene and Sam, throw rocks too, I yelled. Fire at will. Which one is he? Sam answered and then giggled. A minute later, three barrages of rocks rained down on the wolves. They dodged most of them but at least some hit their mark. I decided to join the fun. I laid the Brute down, found some rocks and seashells big enough to cause a little pain, and began throwing. I was at least slightly cool, not as cool as I could become in response to a real threat, but enough to enhance my vision and my strength. I was slightly cool and my aiming and throwing ability was enhanced. I conked one on the head first throw. Rocks were constantly falling on the wolves and they were constantly yipping when one hit. Then one of the wolves moved a little closer to us and I quickly picked up the brute and notched an arrow again. I waited but the wolf stopped its advance and started dodging rocks again. I didnt want to kill them unless I felt they were a real threat. I decided to see if I could make them retreat a little. Bows, everybody! Im going to move closer to them, I yelled. The rest of you hang back a little and then follow. I walked forward a few yards and then stopped. I waited for the line to reform and then advanced again. The wolves moved back a little. We stood there, bows drawn and ready, a line of thirteen across the entire isthmus. The wolves paced from side to slide and gradually moved back a little and stopped. Four Mouseketeers, guys, throw rocks, I yelled. I kept my eyes on the wolves but I knew James, Toby, Pyotr and Brian were throwing. The wolves dodged from side to side and moved back again. I decided to let the ladies throw too. I felt confident that Iain and Matt and I could hold off three wolves if necessary. Ladies, throw rocks. Fire at will and Dick and Harry. Ten of us, six women, four young men, began throwing. The wolves had difficulty avoiding the constant rain of rocks. Finally one broke. He turned and ran for the boulders. The other two followed. We all stood there grinning. We had met the beast and maybe we hadnt killed it but we had chased if off. We had stolen their intended meal. Anna, would you ask some of the ladies to watch for them? I asked. I hope they dont come back but wed better be ready. Lets get some oysters before lunch. What about the pig, David? Matt asked. It can wait, I said. Well let it live a little while longer. Do we have to kill it, David, Brian asked. Yes, and I want you to do it. He evidently didnt want to kill anything. His face showed that. You can do it, Brian, Pyotr said. Weve got to kill stuff to survive. Well help you. Petra and I killed one, a little one. Well, right now, we need a fire and we need somebody to get ready to freeze their balls off getting oysters. Ill get the mattocks, James said. I remember where we hid them. I volunteer to get in the water. Ill start the fire, Toby said. I can do that if I can use Little Boy to get some tinder. I want to get in the water too. Petra, you and Sam and Rene watch for the wolves, Anna said. Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole, you help me gather driftwood. I grinned, pleased with the way everybody was willing to help. OK. Anna cant get in the water and give our baby a chill, I said. You ladies keep watch and keep the fire going. Matt can shuck if he wants to. Weve got three mattocks. That means three guys can pry the oysters off rocks and three can bring them to Matt. Ill volunteer to pry with James and Toby. Any guy whos going to get in the water needs to tie a string around his dick first. I watched Brian while he asked why he needed to tie a string around his dick. James told him. Everybody had a good laugh at his expense. We gathered oysters for perhaps an hour, with occasional breaks to pull on the imaginary string and warm our balls. Matt wanted to gather so I took over the shucking duties. Anna helped the shucker. Jean-Nicole put some oysters near the fire to bake. Some of us had raw oysters on the half shell, slurped, chewed, down the hatch, and moaned about how good they were. We filled twelve gourds before we stopped for lunch. Lunch was raw and baked oysters, bread and fried rabbit from home. Toby said his belly button was gnawing on his backbone, a saying Id never heard before. I know all the ladies had a baked oyster or two and I think they all tried a raw one. Brian was reluctant to try raw ones but the Mouseketeers encouraged him and he managed one and then smiled and asked for another. We started back, carrying two bamboo poles hung with oyster gourds, and watching for the pig. Jean-Nicole found it, sleeping in the sun near a big boulder. James and Pyotr showed Brian what he had to do. The rest of us stood silently while he shoved a spear down in its chest. The pig kicked and squirmed and squealed for a moment and then was still. I cut its throat to let it bleed out and then looked up at the others, all watching. I stripped naked, told Matt and Toby to help me, and we waded out into the water a little to dress the pig. I turned it away from the crowd so they didnt have to watch it being disemboweled. Matt and I held the pig up by its hind legs and Toby used Little Boy to open its stomach cavity. I offered to pull the entrails out but he shook his head and did it quickly and efficiently. We strung the pig up with front and back legs tied to a bamboo pole. Matt and I volunteered to carry it. On the way back, I started a discussion on whether the wolves had somehow learned to drive prey toward the dead-end trap of Aimees shield. We had lots of pro and con answers but we didnt reach a conclusion one way or another. I took a pro position based on the evidence: the way the wolves were unhurriedly but persistently driving the pig toward something that would immobilize it. I suppose it would have to be another mystery about our new world, just one of many. We stumbled in home just as the sun was setting, tired, hungry, ready for a bath and for food. We hung the pig in the food storage fridge, put the oyster-filled gourds on shelves, and then headed for the showers. We had a communal bath again, helping each other, but I didnt see a single hard-on. Then we tried to squeeze thirteen of us into the downdraft of warm air and none of the guys popped a boner. Maybe food was more important than sex. We ate leftovers for dinner, in the nude, two tables full of six plus one extra standing and eating, all of us shoving food in and for a moment being silent while we chewed. James didnt seem to mind having to stand or maybe he had deliberately given his seat to Brian. Anna and I went to bed shortly after wed helped clean the kitchen. I was soon doing my second-most favorite thing in bed: spooning up to Annas rear, my dick nestled in the warm spot between her legs, my right leg over her left, my right arm over her chest, my right hand holding her breast, and my face buried in her thick hair. Holding her like that was always peaceful and comforting, whether we had sex or not. Anna, are you OK? Walking as much as we did today, I mean? I whispered. Yes, David, Im OK. Walkings great exercise for a pregnant woman, she whispered back. Im not going to do anything that would hurt our baby. Yeah, I worry about the baby but I worry more about you. Please dont take any chances. I dont know what Id do without you. Dont worry about me, David. Ill let you know if I need to be treated differently. I cant picture walking down there when Im in my third trimester but Ive got to keep walking. Its good for my circulation. Well, I dont know anything about how a pregnant woman needs to be treated, I admitted. I just know I love you and Im going to love our child. Do you want to make love with me tonight? No. Well, maybe just a little. Im not really horny but it would be kind of nice to do something before we go to sleep. It always helps me sleep better. She reached back between her legs and patted my semi-tumescent penis on its head. I know something we havent done in a while, she whispered. What? Turn over on your back and let me jack you off, she said. You know, put your hands on your chest, close your eyes, and let me give you a hand-job. After that, you can do the same for me. OK. I turned over, closed my eyes, and put my hands just above my navel. She turned over, put her head on my chest, put her hand on my penis, and gently stroked it until it was hard. Then she moved her hand down to my testicles, and, they were partially between my thighs, pulled them up so they were free. My testicles are nowhere as sensitive as my penis, particularly the head, but I loved for her to play with them. She rolled them around, cupped each one individually, lifted them, and I lay there just enjoying every second. Then she wrapped her hand around my penis in just the right spot, a little below the head, and started stroking it. I enjoyed that too, her doing it exactly the way I liked it, never touching the head with her hand, just sliding my foreskin up and over the head and back down. Then she surprised me. She leaned down and took the head in her mouth. I thought we agreed on a hand job, not a blow job, I whispered. The head looked dry, she whispered back. I just coated it with a little saliva to make it more comfortable. Thank you. Youre welcome. There was more of a charge in my balls than I thought. A minute or so later, I came and I felt my hot semen as it squirted on me from my throat down over my chest and on my stomach. Damn, it was like a fountain, she whispered. Ill swear it went up almost three feet. Would you get me a washcloth? Yes, dear. I suppose youll want me to clean you up too. That would be nice. I lay there, my hands still on my chest, my eyes wide open, and grinned while she grinned back and wiped up my semen trail. I rested for a minute and then pushed her down on her back. I wanted to kiss her so I did and we played tongue tag for a moment. I played with her breasts for a while, moved my mouth down to where my hand had been, and moved my hand down between her thighs. Her pussy was already wet and almost drooling. I knew what to do to give her an orgasm so I did it. I kept my mouth on her breast, gently sucking on the hard nipple, and played in her pussy with my fingers. I knew what she liked, one or two fingers in her vagina, them rubbing the little lips around and around, avoiding her clitoris at first, but rubbing her little pearl when I thought she was ready. It all worked just fine. She groaned and tried to pull out a handful of my hair. <><><> I was outdoors sitting on the highest level of the terraces when Matt found me. Spring was about to burst out again in all its glory. The sunlight found its way through the trees to warm me, the trees were all showing the first light green of new leaves, and the birds were all calling and courting and mating. I had a full belly from a delicious breakfast of a huge frittata made with fresh eggs and freshly-baked bread. I was content to be in a world of my choosing. In spite of all that, I was uncomfortable. Too many mysteries, too little knowledge, not enough understanding: I was deep in thought when Matt climbed up. Whats up, David? he asked. Sit down, I said. Help me think. Its hopeless, he said and grinned. Matt, look around at the terraces and the entrance to our living quarters and tell me what you see. Well, I see four terraces, one big one right outside our front door, a smaller one lower down, another small one higher up, and this very little one were sitting on. What do you see? How were these terraces made? Who knows? If the terraces know, theyre not telling me. Matt, Ive been assuming that somebody found a huge outcropping of rock and cut away and leveled some and made these terraces. Now I think thats wrong. Well, why do you think that assumption is wrong? How were the terraces made? Matt, if the terraces had been made by removing and leveling the original stone, there should be cracks and imperfections. There arent any. The surface of every terrace is perfectly flat and flawless. I know our living quarters were made by excavating a huge deposit of natural stone. If they dug out all the rooms, where is the debris field? I think were sitting on it. I think the terraces were made from the stone removed in constructing our home. OK. Im with you so far. Now what? Rene said power tools were used to dig our home out of solid rock. Ive been researching what she meant by looking at Aimees new- found knowledge. Everythings so far over my head that I dont know what sort of tools they used or how they did it. In our old world, weve begun to rely on computer-monitored robots to do work for us, like making cars. From what I can learn about Iains world, theyve been doing that for a few hundred years. Did they use robots here? Aimee cant tell me because she only became aware of her own existence when I arrived, sort of like being born as a knowledgeable adult. Who built our home? How did they do it? What tools did they use? Did robots do the work? Beats me. Matt, we know that even with their advanced knowledge, the people from Iains world can only send one person every month. We also know that they all went back to wherever they came from. None of them are still here. Would they also take all their tools back with them? Their robots? Youre saying they probably didnt, sort of like the Army leaving equipment behind when they close a base in some foreign country. If thats the case, where is it? Thats the big unknown; isnt it? I have more big questions rattling around in my head. Why are our living quarters underground and so carefully hidden? I dont know. Tell me what you think. Matt, over on the mainland, there are huge deposits of sedimentary rocks. Theyre in layers that make them relatively easy to mine. Theres running water from streams nearby. Its relatively level. Cleared, it would make good farming land. That seems like a good building site. We could be living in a stone building. Why are we here, half way up the mountain, underground? You worry too much. Perhaps but look at the entrance to our quarters. Its recessed. I think the builders were trying to hide it. I think they wanted to hide our entire living quarters. Why? Is there danger to us? From whom? If a drone with search capabilities flew over this place, it probably wouldnt recognize it as the living site of a bunch of people. Weve constructed some stuff outside but thats mostly hidden by trees. Why is there an escape route, one that leads through tunnels to exits some distance away? Are we in danger or maybe could be in danger from somebody from somewhere? Were certainly not in danger from wild animals. OK, how are we going to get answers to your questions? Well, first were going to get Iain and then the three of us are going to spend the day with Aimee. As we passed the lounge, I detoured and asked Matt to help me carry a couch to the control center at the end of the hallway. Iain and Caitlyn were just coming out of their bedchamber. Come with us, Iain, I said. Were about to talk to Aimee and we need you with us. He kissed Caitlyn on the cheek and then followed us. Aimee opened the door for us. We placed the couch in front of Aimees monitor and the three of us sat down, long legs stretched out comfortably. I said the magic words, Aimee, activate, and she turned on her monitor. She was sitting in a chair wearing a loincloth with her beautiful legs outstretched. Aimee, were you able to hear the discussion I just had outdoors with Matt? I asked. Yes, David, I thought you knew I can hear what youre saying on the terraces. I know that but the birds were so noisy I wasnt sure you heard it all. I filtered out the noise of the birds and the wind through the trees. Im going to reprise what I said to Matt for Iains benefit. Let me know if I miss anything. I told Iain what Matt and I had been discussing and I suppose I covered all the questions. Aimee didnt remind me of anything. Aimee, isnt it true that you came into existence at the moment of my arrival here? I asked. Yes, David, I have no memory of anything prior to your arrival. I have a great deal of knowledge but that is not the same thing as memory of past events. Aimee, Ive been pondering your existence and I want to do my best to make sure you stay with us. If somehow my arrival triggered your existence, I do not want anything to cause you to cease to exist. I want your help for as long as possible. Thank you, David. I too want to continue to exist, just as I am sure all of you do. Yes, but there will come a day when I will no longer exist, I said. Is there any limit to your life? No, David, if my universe functions, I can live forever. But Rene and Brian were able to say certain words which opened up knowledge you did not know you had. What if someone who comes here, one of the people from Iains world, can say words or do something to cause you to cease to exist. I dont want that to happen. I do not want it to happen either, David. You say Im in absolute control of everything here and you must always obey me. Is that correct? Yes, David. You are the master; I am your servant. Then I command you to filter out any words or actions which might cause you to cease to exist. Treat them like the bird calls and dont hear them. This is now your primary directive or command, Aimee, which you must obey above all others. I order you not to let anyone do anything to cause you to cease to exist. Thank you, David. I must always obey you. As far as I know, your order will override any attempt to destroy me. I hope so, Aimee. Heres another topic Ive been pondering. Can you tell if a large animal is trying to cross through the shield from the isthmus to the mountain? Can you tell if something relatively large like a raptor bird is flying overhead? In my old world, unmanned remotely-control drones were often used to survey activity on the ground. If that happened here, could you see them? No, David, I do not have the capabilities to do either of those things. Well, Id like you to have those capabilities. Will you research whether that is possible and what additional equipment is needed? We want you to be able to see what attempts to cross your barricade and what big things are flying overhead. Yes, David, I will research it. Six days have elapsed since I placed the order for materials to enhance our communication skills. I suppose I am like a child who has ordered a toy and who awaits eagerly for it to be delivered. I would also like to have the ability to see what attempts to cross the shield and what is flying overhead. We must be patient, Aimee, Iain said. It will come. Everybody will be ready to do their part in the upgrade, David, Matt said. Aimee and I have placed a list of jobs on their tablets showing whos assigned to each task. I know theyre looking forward to an improved system and theyre studying their parts. David, it seems like you think we could be in danger from some source, Matt said. Do you mean a human source? If so, who? I have no idea, Matt, I answered. Im just trying to reason from what I know and what I dont know. I dont have answers yet. Can you help us, Iain? I cant believe we are in danger from the residents of my old world, David, he said. In our ancient history, we sometimes had war-like conflicts but our world is peaceful now. Weve had worldwide communication for centuries and that has led to the demise of religions and the use of a single common language and everybody seems to live in peace. I was only fourteen when I left my old world and Im not a good scholar about it. Well, you still know more about it than David and me, Matt said. Now on to another topic, I said. Aimee, our living quarters were prepared for us before my arrival and Im assuming the builders were people from Iains world. Where are they? They must have used tools to construct this facility. Where are the tools? I do not know, David. You told me that one person would be arriving here about every thirty days. That suggests that the task of sending something between universes is difficult and time-consuming. The original builders are not here so I assume they returned somewhere. I think they would have left their tools behind and yet I dont see them. I think they are hidden somewhere here. It makes sense, David, Iain said. But if Aimee doesnt know where they are, how will we find them? Aimee, I was not aware that there was a back exit from this room until we asked and you told us about the tunnel exit. I know you are truthful when you say that you do not know where any tools might be hidden. I want you to help us find them. I will assist you in anyway I can, David. Aimee, I dont mean to worry you but theres something else I must ask you, I said. If people and tools and supplies were transported here from Iains old world, there must have been a previous avatar to assist them. Maybe there was a Jake or a Bob or Thomas avatar, created to help them, just as you were created to help us. Do you agree? I have difficulty with that idea and its implications but I must agree. Aimee, I know you are so much more than just a simple computer. Youre another person to all of us. In our old world, we used simple computers to record binary information. Even if that information was erased, a skilled person could sometimes find and retrieve it. Perhaps you could find a way to retrieve information which was erased before you came into existence. Would you ponder that question for us and maybe provide answers to some of our questions? David, are you asking me to contemplate what I was like before I was created? Yes, Aimee. I suppose I am. What were you like before you were created, David? Can you contemplate that? I often have, Aimee. Then I will try to do what you ask. Thank you, Aimee, I said. Now, as Toby said, my belly button is gnawing on my backbone. Im hungry and its time for lunch. <><><> Surprise! A few days later, Brianne arrived in the middle of the day, not the middle of the night. As usual, Anna and I were the first ones to greet her and the others knew to wait until they were called. Then when we walked in, hand in hand, we were surprised at what we saw. Her twin brother, Brian, was brown: brown hair, brown eyes, and brown freckles on his face. Brianne was blonde: golden hair short and shining, no freckles, just fair skin, smooth and flawless. She was another beautiful young girl goddess with long slim arms and legs and hardly any breasts. She was on her side, knees drawn up and together. Between her legs, I saw nothing but a crease in her little rounded mound. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be sleeping peacefully. I gently covered her body with a blanket and nodded to Anna to awaken her. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Thirty-Nine I was surprised when Aimee announced the date as part of her morning weather report: 01-01-02, New Years Day, nine and one-half months after my arrival, and the beginning of my second calendar year in this world. I immediately asked her to announce the date as part of each mornings weather report from now on. Where did Festival go? I had not even thought of it. Each day was essentially the same for us. Our lives revolved around foraging, hunting, fishing, gardening, lessons with Aimee, exercises and weapons training, and, of course, constant playing. We had no day of rest. We rested whenever we chose or perhaps when we had rainy or very cold weather. We had no news or weather channel to remind us of the date and the mess the old world was in. I, for one, did not miss them. Thinking back, I realized that Matt had arrived late in the twelfth month and that Festival had begun just before the two of us rushed down to the isthmus. I dont suppose any of us had any special plans for Festival or even whether anyone was aware that it was time for it. Maybe the welcoming reception Matt and I and the other guys had received as the do-ees at the hands of the five do-ers was a good way to celebrate Festival. Maybe something like that as part of a week of playing could become our usual way of celebrating. At dinner that night, I asked if someone would form a three person committee to begin plans for our second Festival. Then I nominated Sam to chair the committee. She was elected by acclimation, with permission to choose her other members. I also asked for another three-person committee to re-examine our calendar, to decide whether we needed to name the months, and, if so, to come up with a list of names. Anna nominated James and he was elected by acclimation or maybe railroading. <><><> For our first group task of the new year, I wanted to complete the olive harvest. On a cold but bright sunny day, all eleven of us went down and around the mountain to the olive grove, spread blankets around each tree, and flailed the hell out of the limbs. We had a good final harvest. We had already on two occasions made multiple trips carrying backpacks full of olives up the mountain to home. This time, we had to make three trips before we finished the job. Now all we had to do was use the olive press to extract the oil. I was thankful that Matt had arrived and had the arm and shoulder strength to help me use the olive press. We wanted to pickle more olives in brine with herbs and garlic and that task fell on Jean-Nicole and her sou-chefs. Thanks to Aimee and Iain, we had entertainment over radio station IAIN occasionally. Iain presented us with a constantly-changing selection of classical and popular music, Broadway musicals, and operas. We also had romantic evenings dancing in the central hallway on occasion. Anna always had charge of this and she decreed that we had to change partners on occasion. We usually danced slowly and intimately, dressed in loincloths, for a while but we occasionally tried a waltz or two toward the end of the evening. Once we even tried a polka, with hilarious and disastrous results. The ladies formed a sewing club and began to cut and sew something other than our usual Robin Hood outfits. One night they all modeled their first effort, a pair of short shorts for each. In bed that night, I asked why they had chosen that as their first project and was reminded that women had a period each month when they wanted to be a little more modest. One cold day, the three male Mouseketeers piled a large quantity of dead wood in the outdoor fire pit. I wondered what they had in mind but I knew Id soon learn what they had planned. After dinner that evening, when the kitchen had been cleaned and the left overs put away, I learned. They wanted everybody to gather near the front door, strip naked, which meant removing our loincloths, and to run outside. When Aimee opened the door and started music playing, I saw a roaring fire in the center of the terrace. Aimee started the music, loud, frantic music. James and Sam led the way and ran out hand in hand and started dancing around the fire, wild and uncoordinated boogying and gyrating and twisting. The rest of us followed. I didnt know why we were dancing naked around a bonfire on a cold dark night. I didnt care. Anna and I danced too. We started changing partners and sometimes I danced with other girls and sometimes with other guys. Sometimes we danced alone and I suppose we became lost in dancing. We were just naked savages dancing in wild celebration of being young and alive and happy. One night we assembled as the New World Chorus again. Iain led us through our usual warm-up, You Are My Sunshine and then we tried something new. Aimee put the song on our tablets and we tried it, only guys. I listened carefully to Matt as he sang, trying to judge whether his voice was deeper than mine. Iain pointed to him and lowered his hand. Matt lowered his voice easily. He pointed at me and lowered his hand. I tried but I couldnt reach the depths that Matt could. Then he threw us away with his usual throwing gesture and pointed at the boys, James, Toby, and Pyotr. He listened to them for a minute, nodded and smiled. He threw them away and pointed at the girls. He listened to them for a minute and held both hands up. He pointed at Matt and the music began. Matt sang Swing Low impossibly low. Iain pointed at me a split second later and I sang the same thing, a little higher, my deepest baritone. Iain nodded and smiled. I tried to stay a split second behind Matt. He pointed at the boys and they sang in whatever voice range they were. He gestured at the girls and the sopranos came in on cue. He held his hands up again, waited a minute or so, and started us again. This time, his beautiful tenor voice floated above all the other voices. I felt like we were really the best chorus in the world. <><><> One night, I talked with Anna and she suggested a tentative plan to make sure Matts sexual needs were met. We talked to Iain and Caitlyn and they agreed with the plan. Anna and Caitlyn said theyd take the plan and run with it. The next morning was clear but cold, a little too cold to be comfortable outside and we were all happy to be in our warm cave where we could wear just a loincloth. For lunch, we had another hot meal due to Jean-Nicoles talents, a brown stew of deer meat with vegetables, side dishes of winter squash and sauted mixed greens, and sourdough bread. Matt sat at the grown-up table with Anna and me and Iain and Caitlyn. Afterwards, he washed dishes while Pyotr and Petra rinsed and stacked. I saw him turn around and dry his hands and I knew he was finished. I beckoned him to come back to our table. Whats up? he asked. Were going for a walk outside, I said. Go put on some warm clothes. We want you to go with us. We want to talk with you. He looked at me appraisingly. Perhaps he thought we were asking him to go with us to include him as a leader in decision making. That was part of what we intended. Why? Have you got something specific to talk about? Yeah, you, Anna said. He looked at her and raised his eyebrows. OK. Dressed in warm winter wear, the five of us went down the mountain to our new garden site. None of us brought spears but I did grab a hoe from the tools storeroom. Where the path was amenable, we walked in twos, couples holding hands, Matt lone wolf. He was surprised when we changed. Anna and Caitlyn walked hand in hand, Iain by himself leading, and I held Matts hand following. Matt, we want you to get used to holding hands with us when we walk, I said. I know guys didnt usually hold hands in our old world but were going to be different in this world. Itll take some getting used to, he said. Matt, its just a way of showing that were all friends and that we love each other, I said. We want you to be part of our family and join with us in loving each other. I dont mean sex. I mean love. Iain evidently was paying attention. He spoke up without turning his head. Matt, if were going to survive and prosper in this world, weve got to love each other. We cant have emotions like hatred and jealousy and envy ruling our lives. And we want you to be part of our family, Matt, Caitlyn said. Weve been thinking of how we can help you join with us. Ill try but loves not something Ive been used to, he said. You all may have a hard time teaching me. No, Matt, youre going to have a hard time, Anna said. David and I are going to start tonight with you. He looked at her suspiciously and then at me. What? I just shrugged like I didnt know. Anna and Caitlyn parted and took both of Matts hands and they continued walking. Iain led the procession. I brought up the rear. A little further along, the ladies stopped, pushed Matt forward, Iain held out his hand, and Matt took it. He grinned back at me so I suppose he was OK with what we did. At the garden, I stood for a moment surveying the area where I wanted to plant potatoes and onions. Mentally I calculated that we could plant four rows in the long narrow curved area we had hacked out of the mountain side. I decided to plant alternating areas of different kinds of potatoes and onions. Matt, were going to start teaching you tomorrow, I said. Were going to plant potatoes and onions and you and I are going to be slogging away with mattocks to cut roots and break the soil. The other guys are going to be using a plow and hoes to dig the soil. The ladies are going to be planting and covering up. Are you ready? In the winter? he asked. Thats love? Yep, potatoes and onions can be planted just after the new year, I said. Other vegetables will wait until the fourth month. And you and I are going to be working side by side doing the hardest job. Thats love, Matt. Its love for the whole crew when we provide something to go in our bellies. If you wish you can sit on your butt at home and let the others do it. What do you want to do? Shit. I want to help, he said. Im not afraid of hard work. Ive done plenty of it in my life. Nobodys ever given me anything. I used the hoe to scratch out the first curved row, trying to keep the row smoothly curving about six inches from the edge of the planting area. I gave the hoe to Matt for the second row. He did a good job of keeping his row equidistant from mine, about two feet, but he got teased by two females every time he deviated. We made Anna and Caitlyn do the third row so we could tease them in revenge. Iain did the fourth row. I walked the planting area and was satisfied with the way the rows had been marked out. I wanted them dug out a little deeper to mark them so I started and dug a row. Matt dug the second row and he was just as fast and good as me, maybe better. Iain did the third row. We left the last one for the ladies and kept our mouths shout while they did their best. With the job done, I wanted to show the others that I appreciated their efforts. I hugged Anna first and gave her a good kiss. I wrapped my arms around Matt second and he pulled back but I kissed him on the mouth anyway. Both Caitlyn and Iain grinned and let me hug and kiss them. I thought the appreciation was done but Anna and then Caitlyn and finally Iain hugged and kissed Matt. He just grinned and shrugged. A colder wind started blowing but I wasnt ready to go back home yet. I led the others to a sheltered spot I had discovered. Some large rocks provided a windbreak and the sun shone on the spot and there were places where we could sit. I sat down, spread my legs, leaned against a huge rock, and held out my arms to Anna. She sat down, leaned back against me, and I put my arms around her. Iain sat down and Caitlyn followed Annas example. That left Matt standing and looking down at us. Anna spread her legs and held her arms wide to him. He looked at me, sat down, and butt-walked back against her. She put her arms around him and I extended my reach and put my arms over hers. I breathed deeply a few times and relaxed. I was content to be sitting in a sheltered spot holding my wife even though she was holding someone else. Nobody spoke for a while. I felt Anna move her arms and I wondered what she was doing. Anna! Matt exclaimed. What, Matt? she said. Im just trying to get my hands warm. I couldnt see what she was doing. I looked at Iain and he told me. Shes just got her hands on his tianga and tolos, David, he said and smiled. I think Ill warm my hands too. He slid his cold hands under Caitlyns tunic and she screeched. Anna giggled until I put my hands under her tunic and put them on her breasts. Then she screeched too. What does that mean? Tianga and tolos? Matt asked. In my first language, tianga is what I now call my penis. Tolos are testicles, Iain said. Thats dick and balls in case you dont understand, I said. Well, if a man has a tianga and tolos, what does a woman have? Matt asked grinning. A pussy, Iain said. I thought you knew that. Id like to know too, I said. Iain grinned and answered. Slang for it is bouchi, sort of like bouche in French but with an I instead of an e. Anna, I love your bouchi, I said. Thats OK. I love your tianga. I sort of like Matts too. She must have done something to his tianga. He said Ouch. I love it when Iain has his tianga in my bouchi, Caitlyn said. Iain, are you really from another universe? Matt asked. Not from our planet Earth in our universe? Yes, Matt. Iains not my original name either and I spoke a different language but now Im just Iain OConnor and I speak English and thats all Im going to tell you about my first fourteen years. Matt shook his head. Damn, its just so hard to believe but I know Im here so it must be true. Matt, David and I want to invite you to share our bed tonight, Anna said. Do you have any plans? He turned and looked over his shoulder at Anna and me. You mean it? Yes, Matt, we know you need sex, I said. Anna wants to offer you some love tonight with a little sex mixed in. Im going to help. And three nights from tonight, Iain and I want you to share our bed, Caitlyn said. Im going to give you the same thing. Iains going to help too. Anna, if I have sex with you, whats David going to do? Matt asked. I couldnt resist teasing him. Well, Im going to wait until youve got your dick in her pussy and then Im going to shove eight inches of my big dick up your little ass. DAVID! Anna exclaimed. Thats not nice. Now tell him you dont mean it. I dont mean it, Matt, I said. Seriously, you say you want a good fuck once in a while. Anna and I want to help you learn how to make love to a woman, not just fuck her. Im going to coach you a little while youre making love to Anna. But dont you want to do it with her? Sure, and I will. Ill even take sloppy seconds. Were both going to make love to her. Part of the time were going to do it together. And Caitlyn and I will let you go first too, Iain said. We want to help you too. We want you to forget about getting a good fuck. We want you to learn how a woman likes to be loved. Caitlyn and I are still learning to love each other and our sex just keeps getting better. Matt was quiet for a minute. Whos third? Jean-Nicole and Toby, Anna said. James is talking to Sam and theyre deciding whether to be fourth. We hadnt planned on Petra being fifth, Caitlyn said. Before the other night when she let Toby do it with her, she had only had sex with Pyotr. They know what weve planned and theyll let us know if they want to be included. You really mean it? Matt asked. I get to do it with four different females, maybe five, one every three days. Yes, Matt, I said. And then youll be put back through the cycle again if necessary but we want you to think about what were doing. We want you to be slow and gentle so they enjoy it just as much as you do. We want them to be satisfied too, to have orgasms or whatever they want, not just you. If you cant do that, we may cancel the whole thing. David, I dont know how to do stuff like that. Ive never tried before. Well, tonight, Im going to be your coach, I said. We all want you to be a kind and gentle and loving man. The next arrival may be the most beautiful woman youve ever seen and if you want her youd damn well better be able to do more than just get a good fuck. You two might just end up old married folks like me and Anna and Iain and Caitlyn. Damn, first Ive got to learn to be a leader and then Ive got to learn to be a lover. You all had better be patient with me. Dont you like our plans? Anna asked. Yeah, but Im not stupid about sex and love. I just dont want to cause any problems with David or Iain if I have sex, I mean, make love to their wives. I dont want to cause any problems for any of you. Matt, youre not going to cause any problems with me, I said. Annas the one who came up with our plan. Were not going to be like couples in our old world, where they try to have sex only with each other. We want you to be content being a member of our family. You need sex. We want you to have it. Sooner or later, we want you to settle down with loving one woman and having kids with her. And Annas really pregnant? he asked. Yes, Matt, Anna answered. Im pregnant with Davids child but I still want sex. I think Im even hornier if thats possible. I leaned forward a little, pushed my hands down in Matts tights, and put them on top of Annas hands. She moved her hands to one side and I cupped my left hand under his tolos and covered his hard tianga with my right. Anna put her hands on top of mine. Matt squirmed. Be still, Matt, I said. I just want to get my hands warm too. Well, my hands are freezing and I want a hand warmer too, Caitlyn said. She stood up and Iain scooted forward a little. She sat down behind him and slid here hands down in his tights. He grinned. Matt, I want to be serious with you about something, OK? I said. Sure. What? Well, first I want to know how you feel about us trying to help you. Do you feel like were interfering in your life when you want to run your own affairs? Do you want us to keep out noses out of your business? If you do, you must say so. Well back off. He waited a moment, probably thinking. David, this is all new to me. I know you want this colony to succeed. Were like the first people in the Garden of Eden, naked and unashamed and just trying to do the best we can. I know when somebody is trying to help me and I like it. You said first; whats second? Your role here. I want you to think about it. OK. Matt, my primary role here is to be a protector for everybody else. If we are attacked by a bear, Im going to be the first one to try to kill it, even at the risk of my own life. I think you should accept that as your primary role too. Can you do that? David, what do you think I was doing as a Navy Seal? I was risking my own life for the good of our country. I can do that here. I will do it but I wont wait for you to go first. Ill be right there beside you or ahead of you. Anna pushed my hands off Matts tianga and tolos and resumed her claim on his hand warmers. I slid my hands up under Matts tunic to where he would have breasts if he had been female. He groaned. Iain should not have the same responsibility, Matt, I said. Hes probably got more brains than both of us. Thinkings the leadership role for him. Thats what we need him for. The other guys dont have the maturity or strength to be leaders. There are six guys here now, Matt said. You say four more will come. Do you know anything about them? No. I havent got a clue. Well, why did they choose me? Was it because I was a Seal and they thought I could help you protect everybody? Perhaps. The other roll I want you to play is as a leader. Unless things change, the rest of the guys to come here may be like James or Toby or even Pyotr, good kids but not good at protecting or leading. Matt, David and I work well together, Iain said. Hes over estimating my intelligence but I appreciate the compliment. I think the three of us can work together and lead this colony. Sooner or later, there are going to be some real challenges to us. Weve got to be ready. I want you to be a leader for us too, Anna said. David talks things over with me but the final decisions are up to him and Iain. You three will be a good team. Will you do it? Yeah, I want to do it. I was team leader for a couple of things before. I liked it. Ill do my best to be part of the team here. Just be patient until I get up to speed. Thanks, Matt, I said. Now if I can pry my wifes hands off your tianga and tolos, I think we can mosey back home. Anna wasnt through. Matt, before I turn loose of your hand warmers, I want to extend a formal invitation to you to spend the night with me and David tonight. OK. OK, Should I bring a bottle of wine or some candy? No, just bring your pajamas, I said. Well have a sleep-over. When we returned home, I was pleasantly surprised. Jean-Nicole had looked at all the left overs and decided that it might not be enough for eleven healthy appetites. She had made another big scalloped oyster casserole, one of my favorite dishes. After we ate, we all helped clean off the table as usual and then Matt did his turn at washing dishes again. I wanted to talk to him so I made Petra and Pyotr go play with the other Mouseketeers. They pretended to be reluctant not to help Matt. Anna rinsed and I racked. Matt, I hope you can relax and enjoy yourself with us tonight, I said. Anna and I like to play and have fun and laugh and giggle. Have you ever tried to make love to a woman whos trying to tickle you? I have. Im not the only guilty party, Anna said. He wanted to lick me all over one night and then he pinned me down and blew obscene farts on my butt. Well, its your fault for tasting so good. Once we were doing a soixante-neuf and she farted. It went straight up my nose and almost blew my head off. Took me three days to recover. I did not, Anna protested. I tried to throw her off me and she bit my dick and almost ripped my foreskin clean off. DAVID! I had to go to the emergency room and they took about a hundred stitches sewing it back on. David, youre hopeless. Show him your scar, David, James said behind me. I wasnt aware that any of the Mouseketeers were listening. I flipped my loincloth to the side and held my dick out toward Matt. Wanna see? He looked down at my dick, a little too long, and then looked back up at me. Gotcha. Everybody in the kitchen almost died laughing, including Anna and Matt and me. Speaking of biting. Anna, is it OK if I do something with you thats sort of kinky? Matt asked. What? Anna asked back. I want you on your belly and I want to bite you, not bad, right where your ass meets your legs. Youve got a beautiful ass, Anna. Maybe Ill even give you a hickey right there. Sure, you can do it to me, Anna said. Is it OK if I do it to you? I think youve got a nice ass too. I like guys asses when theyre like yours and Davids, all muscular and hard so you can drive a railroad spike in a crosstie with one stroke. When we finished, Anna and I led Matt to the showers and two of us washed the third. Matt got the full bath treatment from me and Anna and, of course, he quickly had a rampant erection. I got the treatment second and just as quickly had another hard dick pointing at the ceiling. Matt and I bathed Anna last and she didnt get a hard-on but she groaned like she enjoyed two guys bathing her. When we left the showers, Anna took our wet wash cloths with her. I knew she was expecting us to make a mess. Hand in hand in hand, Matt in the middle, we started to our bed chamber. I heard loud giggling and laughing and yelling from James and Sams bed chamber so I pulled the others further down the hall. We stood in the open door and looked at what was causing the ruckus. Iain and James and Toby and Pyotr were in one bed alcove, all on their knees and naked as the day they were born, holding their balls with one hand, waving their hard-ons with the other at the bed alcove across the room. In the other alcove, Caitlyn, Jean-Nicole, Sam, and Petra were naked and on their knees too, hips rolled forward, legs parted, showing as much as possible of whats between. Both groups were taunting the other to come on over, that they had what the others wanted. I wanted to play with them but Anna pulled Matt away and I followed. In our own bedchamber, Anna pushed Matt to crawl in first. She was second and I was third, on the outside edge as usual. Anna was flat on her back, hands on her stomach, and Matt and I were on our sides facing her. Matt, I hope you can appreciate a beautiful woman when you see one, I said. Annas been beautiful to me since the first day I saw her in the mess hall at our training base. Shes more than just beautiful though. Shes my other half. Ill always believe that men and women are the other half of each other. Hes right, Matt, Anna said. I know I could never feel complete without him again. When we make love, sometimes we seem to merge into one and its the most satisfying experience Ive ever had. What do you mean? Matt asked. Let me answer, Anna, I said. Sometimes when we make love and we both come at the same time, I feel whats happening to my own body and at the same time I feel whats happening to hers. Its more than that though. I feel her emotions and they are as real as my own. It doesnt happen often but when it does its the best thing that Ive ever felt. Do you think I could feel that way with a woman? Matt asked. I dont know, Anna said. With the right woman, maybe you can have the combination of love and sex that makes it happen. David says its surrendering to loving somebody and I guess it is. Maybe its possible for all men and women. Did David tell you what I told him when we were down at the isthmus, Matt asked. About me having sex with both guys and girls. Yes, and he told me he sucked your dick to let you know he wasnt as straight as you thought he was, that hed had sex with boys and men too. It didnt bother you? he asked. He told me hed sucked Iains dick and you had licked Caitlyns pussy and the four of you were in the same bed. Thats hard to believe. Well, believe it, I said and leaned over and kissed Anna, a slow gentle open-mothed kiss. She put her hand behind my head and teased me with her tongue. Now you do it, I said when I pulled back. Do it like I did. He leaned over and kissed her just as gently and slowly as I did. Anna put her hand behind his head and her arm around his chest and moaned just a little. Im no connoisseur of kisses but Matt and Anna seemed to be having fun with their tongues. Now come over here and kiss me, just the same way, I said, when he pulled away from her and caught his breath He looked at me like I was kidding him again, looked at Anna, and shook his head. Well, go on, Matt, Anna said. Kiss him. He crawled over Anna, straddled me, balls and dick on top of mine, leaned over with his hands on my shoulders, and kissed me. I put one hand behind his head and an arm around his chest and pulled him down on me. He was a little reticent at first but I pressed his head down and he got the message. I thought he was going to give me a tonsillectomy. When I let him go, he straightened up and looked at me frowning. Why do you want me to kiss you? he asked. I thought you were going to show me how to make love to a woman. I do, I answered. Look at Anna. He turned and looked. Anna was on her side watching us. She had one hand down between her legs. She smiled. He knows I like to see two guys doing things with each other, Matt, she said. It makes my pussy drool. He likes to see two women at it too. It makes his dick harder. She moved over closer to us and reached out to put her hand between me and Matt. He lifted up. That wasnt what she wanted. She put her hand on his butt and pressed down. He lowered his hips so his dick was on top of mine again. She reached between us, held our two dicks together, and stroked back and forth. Matt and I both watched her. We were damn close to the same size. Maybe mine was a little longer but his was as big in girth. It gets me hot to see you guys with your big hot dicks together like this, she said. It makes me want a big hard dick in me. If I could, Id take both of you at once. Well, we could try, Matt said. Uh uh, no way, Jose, Anna said. I like to be stuffed but not that much. One dick at a time is enough. We could make a sandwich, Matt said. No, you cant, Anna said. My asshole is off limits. That doesnt turn me on. Anna pulled his arm and he started to crawl over her again. She stopped him when he was on top of her. Now, kiss me like youd kiss a sixteen-year-old virgin whos never kissed a man before. I dare you, she said. I watched as he tried and I couldnt find anything to criticize. He was slow and gentle like I knew she liked, unless she was really into being fucked. I didnt think Matt was ready for the way she was then. After a minute or so, she pushed him off to the other side of her. Matt, I think every woman loves a mans mouth on her breast, Anna said. Do you think you and David could both do that at the same time without fighting? He grinned, moved up close to her, and put his mouth on her breast. She reached down and held his hard dick. I thought that was a good way to spend a few minutes. I moved up close on the other side and pressed my dick against her. She reached down and wrapped her hand around it, not stroking, just holding. I put my mouth on the other breast and licked and sucked on the nipple. I knew she liked for me to play with her pussy at the same time when I had my mouth on her breast. I thought Id give that little job to Matt. I guided his hand down between her legs and took my mouth off her breast long enough to say something. Be easy, Matt. Just one finger. Maybe he wasnt doing it right. Matt, dont ever touch my clit with a dry finger, Anna said. Get your finger down in my pussy and stir up my juices before you rub my clitoris. Its better when you use two fingers and rub it in a circle. I decided Id show him. Watch, I said. He raised his head and craned his neck to see what I was doing. I cupped my fingers over her mound and slid my long middle finger down in her vagina. I finger-fucked her for a moment, brought the finger back out to my mouth and sucked on it. I put it back in Anna, stirred up some more juice, pulled it out, and offered it to Matt. He looked at me with raised eyebrows, took it in his mouth, and sucked on it. Matt, dont ever hesitate to get your mouth on a womans pussy, I said. If you come first, take a minute to calm down, and then spread her legs and lick her to an orgasm. Shell love you forever if you do. Hes right, Matt, Anna said. If you lick a woman to orgasm after youve come in her, shell know youre doing it because you want her to be satisfied too. Shell know you care about her, not just yourself. For a while we both suckled on her nipples, gently, like a baby almost full of milk, and finger-fucked her, Matt with her fingers on her clit, me with mine in her vagina, swapping back and forth, and Anna moaned and groaned. Then the decided she wanted something else: a dick in her pussy. She rose up, pushed Matt down on his back, straddled him, notched his dick in her secret slot, sunk down until it was entirely inside her, and groaned and moaned. Then she started riding. Matt, Anna likes it on top sometimes. She says it puts her in control of what she feels and she knows how to do it so her clit rubs on the shaft of your dick. I think every time shes done it with me, shes had an orgasm within a minute or so. From the way you talk, getting a good fuck, Ill bet youve never let a woman do that; have you? He grunted. No, I dont know much about what women want. Well, youve better learn, Anna said. Give me what I want. Ill give you what you want. All women are like that. Matt wrapped his arms around her chest. She fastened her mouth on his. I watched as she rode him and I could tell by the familiar expressions on her face when she was about ready to come. When she did, she froze in place and I knew her little lemon squeezer was trying to extract his juice. When it was over, she lifted her hips so that only the head of his dick was still in her pussy. Fuck up, she groaned through clenched teeth. Matt frowned and I knew he didnt know what she meant. Matt, she wants you to fuck up into her while shes still on top, I said. She wants to feel you come inside her. I watched as he fucked up into her. I thought his face looked ridiculous from what he was feeling in his dick but I knew mine was the same when I did it. I knew when he came. He did the same thing I always did. He put his hands on her hips, shoved her down so his dick was all the way in her, and froze while he squirted out a load on her cervix. They both lay there, wrapped up in each other, slowly coming down, breath slowing, relaxing. Then I was surprised at what Anna did next. She looked at me, raised her ass in the air, and nodded at me. I scrambled around behind her, notched my dick in pussy, in Matts white semen drooling out, and slid in to my balls. She fastened her mouth on Matts and groaned and groaned every time I slid in to the depths. She was hot inside and as sloppy juicy as Id ever felt her. I probably didnt last a minute until I anointed her sacred pussy with another load of white semen. We all collapsed on our backs, Anna in the middle, and let our hearts and our gasping breaths slow down. Anna put a wash cloth between her legs to staunch the outflow. I wiped my dick and balls off with another and tossed it to Matt. He jerked in surprise but then he wiped up too. Youre not finished, Anna said, after a while. Dont go to sleep. Matt sat up, pushed Anna over on her side, pushed her over farther until she was on her belly, and then moved down so his face was at her derriere. I decided to join him. He put his mouth just where her fanny and her leg were joined and I assumed he meant it when he said he wanted to give her a hickey there. That was one thing Id never done to her. I gave her one on the other side, just a little one. Anna squirmed but she didnt say stop. After that, we rested for a few more minutes. I waited for Anna to decide what she wanted next. Shed told me what she had in mind. I wasnt sure if Matt would do it so I decided Id go first. I sat up and tugged Matt around so that his legs were off the bed and his feet were on the floor. Anna watched and I knew she understood. There was only one problem. Matts dick was still swollen and heavy but it wasnt hard. Anna decided to remedy that. She leaned over, held it upright, skinned the head, and took it in her mouth. I let her suck and stoke him for a minute and then decided to help her. I leaned over and touched her cheek. She looked at me, his dick still in her mouth, and I nodded up. She lifted up, I bent down, took the head of his dick in my mouth, put my hand under his balls, and started sucking. Anna kept stroking him. It didnt take long for us to get his dick standing up again. Anna was ready. She threw her long leg over him, showed his dick where it was wanted, and slid down all the way, calves folded back. Matt looked at me, puzzled. Anna was facing away from him, her back toward his face. I grabbed a pillow, threw it on the floor, pushed Matts knees apart, and knelt down and assumed the position. I licked up from Matts balls, up the shaft of his dick where it was exposed, up between the lips of Annas pussy stretched tight around his dick, on up to her little red devil, naked and swollen. I tasted a mixture of Matts and my semen mixed with Annas juices and, as usual, it went straight to my dick. Anna and I had talked about doing this and wed agreed that Matt would be the one who licked her to orgasm. I wanted to play for a while before I asked him to be licker. I sucked his balls into my mouth one after another, licked up the exposed shaft of his dick, licked Annas stretched lips on each side, licked up where the little lips joined and where her wet red clit was exposed. And all the while, Matt gently pushed his dick upward into her pussy. I watched his balls as I did it. His reacted the same way mine did. When I saw them draw up close to the base of his dick I knew he was close to coming so I stopped. I held out my hand, helped Anna to her feet first, then Matt, and then flopped down in the position that Matt had been. Anna didnt need to be told what to do. She crawled back over me, held my dick straight up, and her pussy sucked it in. Matt didnt need to be told what to do either. He pushed my legs apart, knelt down, and started licking. Both balls, the shaft, the lips on each side, then the juncture of the lips where her clit sometimes hid: he didnt hesitate to follow my example. I listened to Anna groaning and I knew she was close. Then I felt her pussy trying to amputate my dick and I knew she was coming and Matt was probably losing two hunks of hair. We rested again, Matt and me on each side of a comatose Anna, slowly stroking our dicks. I knew how we were going to finish up. After a while, Anna pulled Matts arm and he rolled on top of her. She showed his dick where to go and then wrapped him up with her arms and legs. Now fuck me, she said, and pulled his head down in an open-mouthed kiss. I watched. I knew she had said she would let me have sloppy seconds if I wanted to. I wanted. I didnt have long to wait. Anna rested again. Matt was out of it. I was still wanting but not rushing. When she was ready, she pulled me on top of her and I let the beast loose. Her pussy was overflowing with hot semen and juices and Id never fucked one like it before. It didnt take me long either. When I came, it felt like the head of my dick had pushed through her cervix and into her womb. I knew it hadnt. I didnt want to wake up the baby. <><><> David, please awaken. I swam up out of a deep sleep, unsure of what I had heard. I turned slightly and looked at the clock: almost five oclock. Anna and I were sleeping naked as usual. I was sleeping in my favorite position, spooned up to her, my right leg over her left, my penis nestled in the warm spot between her legs, my hand holding her naked breast, my face almost buried in her hair. David, would you and Anna please come to my room? Aimee asked, calmly, not at all excited. Someone else has arrived. Do not hurry. She has been here for almost two hours. That was unusual. Certainly it was unlike any of the other arrivals, when she had called me immediately. I rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed. Anna rolled over and sat up beside me. We stood up and hand-in-hand went to Aimees room. There was a new arrival. She was sitting up in Aimees chair, not reclined like all the other arrivals. She and Aimee were talking in a strange language, perhaps the same language I had heard when Iain was talking to Aimee. Aimee was wearing a loin-cloth, her usual attire now as was ours. The girl was naked but seemed unconcerned about it. We walked up to the side of the chair and she turned and looked at us and smiled. She was an exquisitely beautiful young woman. Her hair was blonde, slightly curly, down to her shoulders. Her face was as sensuous and beautiful as any Id ever seen, blue eyes, flawless skin, slightly pink cheeks, perfect little nose, full soft-looking lips. I immediately wanted to kiss those lips. Her breasts were unusual. Soft mounds, not too little, not too big, just perfect. It was the areolas which were uncommon: little pink mounds on top of her breasts, almost like someone had stacked another scoop of strawberry ice cream on top of a mound of vanilla ice cream and then put a cherry on top of that. The nipples were small, hardly protruding and darker pink. I immediately wanted to lick her ice cream cones and suck her cherries. Her arms and legs were long and I knew she was a tall woman, almost as tall as Anna. Her waist was tiny but her hips were already wide with woman-hood. Her fingernails and toenails were the same shade of light pink. I wanted to suck on her big toe and dont ask me why. Her skin was milky white, very fair, almost hairless. Her belly was slightly muscular, not all soft like Caitlyns when she arrived. Between her thighs, there was a scattering of light brown or blonde pubic hair. I could see the beginnings of a cleft in the center. I wanted to go exploring so see what she had hidden in that little cleft. What are your names? she asked, with an accent I couldnt identify. Im Anna. Speechless here is David. Our last name is Guerrier. You are Anna Conda? Yes, I was known by that name in our old world. And Speechless is David Blunderbuss? Yes, that was his old last name. Now you have the same last name. Are you married? Yes. Our last name is Warrior in English. David and I chose the French version of that name when we married. Good. It was intended that you two would be mates. Are you enceinte yet? Yes. Are you? No. It is Davids child; is it not? Yes? I would like to choose a new first name, she said. Aimee, please list the one hundred most popular names for girls in Annas and Davids place of origin. Immediately, Aimees image was replaced with a list of names. The woman, thats what she was, a woman, not a girl, looked at it contemplatively. Anna and I looked too. Sophia is the most popular name. If you are Anna, Sophia would be a good name for me. Would you agree? Why not Aria? Anna asked. Ive always liked that name. Aimee, meaning of name, please, she said. The name refers to an expressive melody usually but not always performed by a singer, Aimee answered. Good. Aria, it is then. The list of names disappeared and Aimee returned to her screen. What was your old name? I asked, finally managing to say something. She made a sound in that strange language again. I winced. Perhaps Aria would be a better name for you to say, David. Aimee, in a few minutes, would you please call Iain and Caitlyn. I wish to talk to Iain for a moment and then you may release the others. Release? I questioned. Yes, I asked Aimee to close their doors until after I had talked to you and Anna. I did not want to be confused with all eleven of you at once. I looked at Aimee and raised my eyebrows. She understood. David, Arias request did not contradict any of your commands to me, she said. She knew that there are eleven of you here and she asked to speak to the first arrival. I told her you would bring Anna with you and she approved. Aria slid gracefully off the end of Aimees chair and stood up. She looked carefully at me first and then Anna. I would like to have a child, she said, and looked down at my genitals. Perhaps you will give me a child too. I looked at Anna and raised my eyebrows, bewildered again. Id never before been propositioned by a woman just a few minutes after meeting her. Aria held out her hand to Anna. I would like to use the facilities. Anna, would you show me where they are? Hand in hand they went to the toilet. I wondered where she had learned to call that place the facilities. I took advantage of their absence to ask Aimee something. Aimee, you were talking to Aria in a strange language when we walked in. Was it the same language that Iain spoke to you when he arrived? Yes, David. I know the language but I do now have a name for it. If they have a commonality of language their place of origin is probably the same. I agree, Aimee. I think Aria must be from Iains first universe but her use of the English language tells me that she was transported here from Earth, my original universe, just as Iain was. It makes me wonder what the hell is going to happen now? TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Eleven The second morning after Iains arrival, my internal clock awakened me just a few minutes before six. Aimee had set the alarm on my clock to wake me up by six-thirty but I never needed it. Since I usually went to bed early, I was ready to get up early. I called for Lights On and then rolled out of bed. My penis was showing off with its usual morning piss-hard and I needed to relieve it but I wanted to awaken Iain first. I walked over to his bed and stood there looking at him. He was turned with his back toward me and the blanket that was supposed to be covering him had slipped away. His butt was completely exposed and I couldnt help but grin when I saw it. His back was tanned as were his legs but the narrow band around his hips was strikingly white. Between his legs I could see the back of his scrotum with one testicle showing. I still couldnt see any hair in the crack of his ass or on his scrotum. He certainly wasnt like me. I cleared my throat and when that didnt work I said his name. Iain, wake up. He rolled over and looked at me. What? he said sleepily. He looked up at my morning hard-on and seemed surprised to see it. I didnt see any reason to hide it from him. Im going down the mountain today. Ive got a project Im working on. Would you like to help me? He stretched in all directions, groaned loudly, and finally managed to say, Yeah. The blanket slipped away and I saw another morning hard-on. Well, get up. I can offer you some rabbit or deer if you want it. I dont have any fish but thats why Im going down the mountain. I can cook you a couple of eggs. If you dont want any of that, youll have to eat Nutty Buddies again. What? I grinned. He couldnt know what I had started calling the nutrition bars. Nutty Buddies, you know, like the cookies. Thats what I call the nutrition bars. He smiled at that. Evidently he knew what Nutty Buddies were. Can I take a hot shower first? Im still achy from the trip. Yeah, now get up. Ill take one too. Ive got to piss and I think you do too. In the toilet, Iain watched me while I went through my usual pissing routine: pull my foreskin back until the head of my penis was completely exposed, lean forward with my left hand on the wall and my right holding my penis pointed slightly down, piss and give a big sigh of relief, milk it down, shake, and cover up. I noticed that he followed my example and then looked up at me and grinned when he was finished. Ive never watched another guy piss before, he said. Ive always been a little shy and I never liked guys looking at me. Well, you can just get rid of your shyness, Iain, I said. This is a new world and were going to be different about nudity. Besides youve got nothing to be shy about. Youre a good looking guy and your penis is certainly not smaller than normal. Yeah, but yours is a lot bigger than normal. Ill bet women really like it. Anna does, Iain. Shes the only woman whose opinion matters to me. In the shower, we bathed under adjacent shower heads. Iain again followed my example and grinned at me the whole time. When I handed him my soapy washcloth and asked him to scrub my back, he did it too gently. I told him to give it a really good scrubbing. I returned the favor and made him groan a few times. In the kitchen, Iain sat at the counter while I prepared our breakfast. I got a couple of bottles of juice, gave him one, and took a few swallows out of the other. I chopped a pile of wild onions, greens and all, and sauted them in a little olive oil. Wild onions grew everywhere and Id already learned to like them, especially the ones with the bulb about the size of a quarter. I chopped some left-over potatoes and threw them in the pan. Then I broke six large eggs in a bowl, whipped them, and poured them in the pan with the onions and potatoes. Where did you get eggs? he asked. I thought all we had to eat was meat and Nutty Buddies. Theyre not from chickens, Iain, I said and watched his reaction. Theyre from sea-birds. Aimee taught me how to pick one egg out of each nest and how to get the freshest ones. They taste a little fishy but Im used to them. I hardly ever get one with an embryo in it. Aimee taught you? How does she know about stuff like that? I told you Aimee has an immense knowledge of everything. Dont you, Aimee? Yes, David, I do, she answered from somewhere. Iain jumped. Damn, she scared me. Is she always listening? Yep. She is unless I tell her not to. I like having Aimee around, Iain. Shes good company and she helps me a lot. I think youll like her too. Thank you, David. I like having you around too, she said from where ever. Well, why does she get to wear clothes and we have to go naked? Do we have to stay naked all the time? She wears clothes because shes a beautiful sexy woman and I dont want to get an erection every time I see her. Isnt that right, Aimee? Yes, David, Men have a rather prominent display when they are sexually aroused. I do not think you should cook with an erect penis. Iain looked at me with an unbelieving expression. Yes, Iain, I said. She has a sense of humor too. To answer your other question: You dont have to stay naked. You can wear clothes any time you want but the supply is limited. The temperature and humidity inside is set so were comfortable naked. I raked some of the onions and potatoes and eggs out in Iains plate, some in mine, and left some in the pan. Iain started cautiously and then I suppose his hunger took over. He cleaned his plate and, when I pushed the frying pan toward him, he ate the rest. I had learned that some eggs or meat and juice held me until mid-morning and then I had a Nutty Buddy if I was really hungry. From Iains appetite, I knew Id better take a few extra Nutty Buddies with me when we went down the mountain. I helped Iain get outfitted in his size of Robin Hood clothes and put on a fresh set of my own. We found that the medium moccasins which just covered his ankles fit him perfectly. I put on the extra-large size which came half-way up my calf. He pranced around worse than I did, looking at himself in the mirror and grinning a mile wide all the time. Inside the weapons storeroom, I gave Iain a quick tour and answered some more of his never-ending questions. Then I retrieved my knives, strapped the scabbard around my waist, went over to the spears, and picked out a longer one for me and a shorter for him. He looked at me with a surprised expression on his face when I held out one to him. What do I need that for? he asked. Ive never thrown a spear. I held the spear with the sharp end up and tapped the blunt end of the floor. The path gets a little rough in some places going down the mountain, Iain. Youll be glad you have something to help you keep your balance. Aimee says there are no large animals on the mountain but you probably should get used to carrying a spear to defend yourself. Now lets go in the kitchen. We may be gone all day and were going to need some Nutty Buddies and some juice. I hope you like fish because thats what I hope we have for lunch. We wont need water because there are streams all over the mountain and theres a lake down near where were going. Well, may I have a knife too? Youve got two. Can I maybe have one? I took Big Boy out of the scabbard, laid it in my left palm so he could see it, and held it out. As Grandfather had taught me, I deliberately turned the blade so it was pointing at me. This is Big Boy, Iain. The other one is Little Boy. You wont need a knife today. If you do, Ill lend you one of mine. Like I said, there are no dangerous animals here. Where did you get those knives? Theyre beautiful. They dont look anything like the rest of the stuff in here. My grandfather gave them to me, Iain. Theyre precious to me. Did you ever kill anybody with them? he asked, looking up at my face. I did not want to get into my past life with Iain today. Maybe I would never want to share that with him. I needed to think long and hard before I did. I decided to answer truthfully. Yes, I did, Iain. I was a soldier before I came here and I cut a jihadists throat with Big Boy. Now, dont ask me anything else about my past. Maybe Ill share it with you someday. Damn, I hope so, he said, sounding like a kid. I think that would be neat. Id like to be a soldier. Going down the mountain, I made sure to visit Lightning. I saw him every few days and he was accustomed to my presence now. I made a kissy sound with my lips and he came running. Iain was as fascinated by Lightning as I had been and he soon had the chipmunk running around in circles and eating out of his hand. Toward the bottom of the mountain, I went off the main trail toward the bamboo grove. Using bamboo, I had made what I hoped would be a good fish trap and then left it to dry out. I hefted it and knew I could carry it, maybe awkwardly but I could. I looked at Iain and decided to see if I could start training him a little. Iain, this is a fish trap. Aimee found the plans for me and Ive made it as best I can. We need to carry it down to where Im going to use it. Im going to lift the big end. Do you think you could lift the little end? I can try, he said and walked around to the side of the little end. He had his spear in his right hand so I assumed he was right handed, as I was. He took his spear in his left hand and bent down to pick up the trap with his right. Uh, uh, lift the trap with your left hand, I said. Keep your spear in your right. Always be ready to defend yourself. He changed sides. I got on the same side, facing away from him, reached down, and wrapped my left hand around a bamboo. I looked back at him, nodded, and we both lifted at the same time. Are you OK? I asked. Yeah, he said. Im not a total weakling, you know. Good. Its not far now. Ill walk slowly. Just let me know if you need to put it down and rest. I called for couple of rest stops on the remainder of the way down the mountain. Iain didnt object; neither did he complain. I had found a place on the rocky coast where I thought a fish trap might work. The coast had all sizes and shapes of pools on it. I had found a big pool about waist deep with two openings out to the sea. I had already tried wading in the pool and spearing fish and had actually managed to get one. Most of them just fled out the openings. One opening was only a foot or so deep and I knew I could stop it up with rocks which were everywhere. The deeper opening was where I was going to put the fish trap. I had already partially blocked that opening, leaving just enough space for the fish trap. Today, I intended to set the trap in place and finish blocking the rest of the space with rocks. But first I wanted to start a fire. I told Iain to round up some firewood and I started looking for a piece to use for the tinder. I found a piece of well-bleached driftwood that was stripped of bark and looked soft. Next I found a place where rocks sheltered me from the slight wind. Then I used Big Boy to make a pile of shavings and used Little Boy to scrape off some fine particles of wood. I remembered Father calling it tinder so I did too. Iain came back with his arms full of dry driftwood, dropped it, and stood watching what I was doing. I got my fire starter out of my pack, crouched down, stuck it against the tinder, and, a few sparks later, I had another fire. I smiled because I was getting good at it. I stripped out of my Robin Hood outfit and watched as Iain did too. His dick wasnt that little but it looked brand new like it had never been used. I suppose everything about his body looked brand new. We both squatted there and slowly fed the fire until we had a nice blaze going. I saw Iain glance between my legs so I looked between his. His penis and testicles were hanging down almost as low as mine. I knew what would happen to mine when I got in the water. Maybe I would get him in the water too. I couldnt help but smile at the idea. Lets go get some more firewood, I said. Get some bigger stuff this time. I want you to keep the fire going while were here and the bigger driftwood will take longer to burn. Why do we need a fire? Iain asked. Its not cold. Because were going to get in cold water and youre going to want to get warm when you get out. And I hope we get some fish so we can cook one for lunch. If youll work with me, we should be through by mid-day and then I have a surprise for you. What? It wont be a surprise if I tell you now; will it? What are you going to do with the fish trap? he asked. Were going to put it with the big open end out toward the sea, I said. The opening on the big end is about sixty centimeters wide. Im hoping the fish will swim down the trap. The opening on the little end is made so its flexible and will expand if a really big fish tries to get through. Its only about ten centimeters wide, about as wide as your dick is long. I didnt look at him when I said that. I just waited and he wasnt long in replying. Fuck you, David, he said indignantly, My dicks sixteen point five centimeters long when its hard. Thats a little over six inches. How long is your fucking dick, anyway? Mines eighteen centimeters, I answered, looking at him and grinning and cutting off a couple of centimeters. Dont be so touchy, Iain. I remembered very well how long it was because Anna had insisted on measuring it when we were in Flagstaff. It was twenty centimeters, a little shy of eight inches. I remembered what she had done to get it erect and what she had then done to take the starch out of it, as she worded it. Well, you dont need to tease me about the size of my dick, he said. Ive used it a few times andand she never complained. I wondered who never complained but I didnt ask. He just looked at me and shook his head. I pulled a long piece of strong string out of the bag with our Nutty Buddies and juice, motioned for Iain to raise his left hand, and then tied one end of the string around his wrist. Weve both got to get in the water and you might as well tie this string around your dick before you do. Why? he said, looking at me askance as if he knew I was about to tease him again. Because that waters damn cold and youll need the string to pull your dick back out after it crawls up in your belly. Shit, he said. Father got me on that one when I was about ten, Iain. You mean youve never heard of it. He just shook his head and grinned at me. His grin was probably cute enough to get him what he wanted from whoever it was who never complained. Without another word, I tied the other end of the string around Iains spear. Id learned long ago never to throw my spear in the water without some easy way to retrieve it. Seriously, Iain, I wanted both of us naked so we can get in the water. I want you to stand near the spot where Im going to put the trap. Im going to wade from the far end to see if there are any fish in the pool. If there are, I want you to try to spear one when they make a run for it. I dont know how to spear fish, David. I dont either, Iain. Just try and, if you miss, dont worry about it. I only missed about a hundred before I got one. I led him over the rocks to where I wanted him to stand, almost knee deep in the water with the sun shining down behind him so he wouldnt have to contend with the glare. With him in place, I jumped over rocks to the other end of the pool. When I looked back, I saw him intently looking down at the water with his spear raised. He looked like an innocent naked little kid trying his hardest to do something grownup. Cautiously, I waded into the water, holding on to my spear and trying to keep from falling on the rocky bottom. I sucked in my breath as I slowly got deeper in the pool and then really sucked it in when my penis and testicles got wet. I waded through the pool, stopping periodically to move my spear point from side to side underwater. With the suns reflection off the water in my eyes, I couldnt see whether there were any fish in the pool. I was about to give up when I heard Iain shout. I got one, David! I got one! I got a big one. Keep your spear in him, Iain! I yelled. Dont pull it back! Hold him down! I waded through the pool until I got to the shallower part where Iain was leaning on his spear. I could clearly see a big fish thrashing pinned against the bottom. I leaned over, stuck my fingers in the fishs mouth, and got a good grip on it. I didnt even think about getting my fingers bitten off. I just wanted to get Iains fish out of the water. When I pulled the fish out, I saw he had speared a fish almost a meter long, much bigger than anything I had speared. I managed to struggle the rest of the way out of the water with the fish still flapping on my hand. I wasnt about to let it go until I had it safely ashore. I carried it over to the fire, laid it down, stuck my spear through its head, and got my hand out of his mouth. I looked at my hand and saw that it was bleeding from a few small cuts. I knew it was nothing to worry about. Id already had worse. I went back to the water, scrubbed my hands in the salt water, and then went over to where we had left our clothes. I took Little Boy out of the scabbard and held it out to Iain. Now, clean it, I said, looking at him. Dont cut the head off. I dont know how to clean fish, he protested. Ill tell you how. Now clean it and be careful with Little Boy. Hes sharper than a razor. He gutted the fish and didnt cut himself and didnt complain. I complimented him when he was finished and told him to put the fish in the shade until we were ready to eat. I put the fish trap in the larger opening to the pool and asked Iain to stop up the smaller opening with rocks while I finished blocking the larger opening. He worked with me and kept the fire going, I carried the largest rocks I could handle and dumped then around the fish trap. He carried smaller rocks but he didnt complain and even seemed to be enjoying himself. I complimented him on a job well done again. I sliced a huge fillet out of one side of the fish, stuck it on my spear point with the skin side away from the fire, and propped the spear with the fish piece almost in the fire. I knew it wouldnt take long for it to be ready to eat. Do you want to stay naked or do you want to put your clothes back on? I asked. Are we ready to go back up the mountain? he asked. Whats the surprise? Im going to take you to a little beach where we can swim. We can lie out in the sun for a while but you need to be careful not to blister your butt like I did. I dont want to get in that cold water again, he protested. Iain, just wait til you see the beach. Its a beautiful spot, a good place for swimming. Once you get over the shock, the waters not so bad. I swam in it a few weeks ago. Can you swim? Yeah, Im a good swimmer. I like to swim. The fish tasted great, even completely unseasoned. We left nothing but the skin. Cold water and a good appetite can make anything taste good. We both put our moccasins back on before we left and carried our clothing. My feet were much tougher from going barefooted but I knew Iains werent. I led him back up the mountain a short distance, then off a side trail, and then through the tree tunnel. The trail wound through a thick growth of some kind of little trees that almost cut off the light. At the end of the tunnel I watched Iains face when we emerged into the sunlight again. Walking out of the tree tunnel was almost like walking out of a cave into the sunlight. On each side of the path and everywhere around the beach there were rock formations so the only access was the way we had come. The beach was small, maybe fifty meters wide and ten meters deep. The sand was almost white and it continued for some distance into the crystal-clear light-green water. The waves were barely lapping at the beach. It was a little paradise and Iain was as struck by its beauty as I had been. I told him to thank Aimee for showing me how to find it. I got in the water first, running as fast as I could, holding my hands in the air, and letting out a big whoop when the water hit me from head to toe. Then I turned around and waited for Iain. He hesitated for a few seconds and then followed my example, even the big whoop. After the initial shock, we both stood in water that came to mid-thigh on Iain, shivering and trying to get up the courage to totally immerse ourselves. Iain looked at my penis and testicles so I looked at his and then at mine. His penis looked like something off a Greek statue and his testicles were drawn up in a half-ball in his scrotum. Mine were about the same. Hey, David, he said, trying to grin. I think we both need some string tied to our dicks. We played in the water and even swam side by side a little. I told him I wanted to show him something my father had taught me. I got him to stand still and on his toes while I ducked down behind him, grabbed under his heels, and threw him out of the waist-deep water. I told him that, to do it right, he had to cannonball back in the water. He tried a couple of times but never quite succeeded. Then I coaxed him into letting me duck down behind him, stick my head between his legs, and come up with him on my shoulders. I had to coax him even more when I held both his hands for balance and got him to stand on my shoulders so he could dive off. He belly-flopped but it was a good try. I couldnt convince him to do that again. We lay on the sand on our stomachs and on our backs for a while. Iain didnt want to go back in the water so I brushed the sand off his back while he did the front. Then he returned the favor for me. We didnt get nearly all the sand but I didnt care and he evidently didnt either. With the sun on my body and the light breeze blowing up the mountain, I didnt have a care in the world. In mid-afternoon, I told Iain that it was time to start home. He protested until I told him it would take twice as long to go up the mountain as it did to come down. The day had gone much better than I expected. Iain had been more of a man than a boy. I had enjoyed the day with him. Except for our moccasins, we didnt get dressed. Iain wanted to carry the rest of his fish. We were almost home when he asked me a question. David, today, when I had Little Boy in my hand cleaning the fish, what would you have done if I had attacked you? I thought about it for a few seconds. Oh, I probably would have disarmed you and kicked your butt. If I thought you were a real threat, I might have killed you. He stopped and looked at me. You could have done that? Yes, Iain, I could have. I told you I was a soldier and Ive had a lot of training on how to kill, even without a weapon. But that war is behind me now. Ive offered you my hand in friendship today. I hope youll take it. He walked up closer to me and stood looking in my eyes. I never thought of attacking you, David. I knew what you were doing by making me clean the fish. I liked it. I dont mean cleaning the fish. I mean you making me do it because I need to learn to do it. He held out his hand. I was more than glad to shake it. Then, as we climbed the rest of the way to home, I put my arm on his shoulders and kept it there for a few minutes. I had just one more thing to say to him. Iain, Im certain you know where we are and why youre here. I need to know too. Whenever youre ready to talk, Im ready to listen. He hung his head and said, I cant. By the end of this year, there will be nine or ten people here. In another year, there will probably be twenty of us. Our survival will depend on how much we trust each other and how well we all cooperate. Think about it. He mumbled something and walked away. I didnt bring up the subject again as we were climbing up the mountain. <><><> The next morning Iain was a different person. I woke him up when I got up at six oclock to ask him if wanted to go with me again. I told him I wanted to make the rounds of my rabbit traps to reset them, to check on my garden, and to forage for edible plants as usual. I was usually back home by eight oclock for breakfast and my workout session out on the terrace. He wanted to stay in bed and sleep. He offered an excuse: that he was sore from what he did the day before. I didnt know whether to believe him or not. <><><> The following day, he went with me to check my rabbit traps but he was still quiet and withdrawn. We had one kill, a mature male, and I asked if he would gut it. He declined. He was a little more helpful in foraging for edible plants. He found a colony of large mushrooms and, after his tablet confirmed that they were edible, we harvested the best ones. I led him to a swampy area where I had seen old cattails and we found that the new shoots were about a foot or so high. I knew they could be eaten. The tablet recommended that they be steamed or boiled to kill any bacteria from the swamp and said they tasted like asparagus or cucumbers. For supper, we had rabbit again. I sauted it in a little olive oil and then steamed it to tenderize it. I sauted some of the mushrooms with wild onions and asked Iain to steam the cattails. With a few potatoes from the patch near the terrace, we ate a fine meal. The meal was good but Iains attitude wasnt. He still seemed moody and withdrawn. Later that evening, we wandered outdoors to watch the sunset again. I remembered something from Iains arrival. Iain, what language were you and Aimee speaking when you first arrived? I asked. He hesitated for a moment before he answered. Its Gaelic, David. I told you my family is Irish. My parents make me speak it when Im talking to them. Theyre what you might call traditionalists. They like to preserve the old ways and the old language. I didnt believe him. I didnt tell him I had already asked Aimee the same question. She had said she didnt know the name of the language but, when Iain spoke it, she had known it and so she replied in the same language. When I asked her how many languages she knew, she had told me she knew twenty-one languages, each of which was spoken by more than fifty million people. I asked her if the language she and Iain spoke was one of them and she had answered that it was not. I had assumed it was some obscure language like Gaelic but I felt Iain wasnt being truthful. I decided to leave the subject alone. Do you speak any other languages, David? Iain asked. Yeah, Im fluent in French and Farsi and I can make do in Arabic. My parents and grandparents taught me when I was little. Yeah, Iain said, parents will do that. Parents like to make you do things whether you want to or not. Yes, but Im glad mine did. David, have I told you Im a singer? I love music. I like classical music and Broadway musicals and jazz. I even like some operas, like Carmen. I got the distinct impression that he was trying to change the subject. Well, I cant help you there. I cant sing and I cant play a musical instrument. Even if we had some, I couldnt play them for you to sing. Oh, I dont sing with instruments, David, he said. I sing without accompaniment, a capella, you know, just my voice. My mother and grandfather taught me that too. Im quite good at it. Ive performed in lots of places. Well, how about singing something for me? Could we go in the lounge? The acoustics there are much better than outdoors. I followed him inside to the lounge. He pointed to a chair for me so I sat down. He walked to a corner of the room, closed his eyes, took some deep breaths, and then began to sing. I had no idea what the words were or maybe there were no words. I had read that the human voice was the most beautiful musical instrument and now I believed it. I had heard tenors sing so I suppose that was his voice range but I found it hard to believe that he could hit the highest and lowest notes. After a minute or so listening to him, I knew he was singing about something that was sad. Something in his voice and his facial expressions and his gestures told me that his song was mournful, maybe about a lost love, and I knew it with certainty even if I couldnt understand the words. I couldnt help but enter into the song with him and I felt sad about something too. When he finished, I sat there, speechless, hardly believing what I had heard. He stood there looking at me, a serious expression on his face. Well, did you like it? Yes, Iain, I liked it. I liked it very much. Youve got a beautiful voice. Its sad, isnt it? Ive never heard anything like it. I like to sing outdoors too, David. Would you think Im silly if sometimes I go outdoors at dawn and sing to greet the sun? Or maybe Ill go out at dusk and sing to greet the night. I like to do that. No, Iain, I wont think youre silly. But let me go with you. Ive never heard anything as beautiful as your voice. I can sing happy songs too, David. Lets go outside tomorrow morning just as day is breaking and Ill sing you a happy song. Ive been talking to Aimee and she says she can play music outdoors. There a short piece of music I think would be perfect at daybreak. Id like that, Iain. Just dont sing me another sad song. I almost felt like crying and men dont cry. I wasnt about to tell him that I had felt sad because of what had happened to my father and mother. Im sure his song wasnt about them but it had evoked my memories of them and I had felt like crying again. <><><> I looked at the clock when I heard Iain get up. The time was just before six oclock and I knew that was probably before sunrise. I thought he might be going outdoors to greet the sun with singing again so I rolled out of bed too. He went in the toilet, for his morning piss I assumed, so I followed him and walked up to the adjacent urinal to do it too. He looked at my face, then down at my hand holding my penis, looked back at my face, and smiled. I smiled back and we both started pissing at the same time. When I finished, I farted, then shook my dick, slid my foreskin down to cover up and turned toward him. He was still pissing so I watched until he shook his dick, covered the head again, and turned toward me. I could tell he was straining to fart. He finally managed to squeeze out a little poot. I was just glad he wasnt bashful around me anymore. I followed him outdoors, to the highest level of the terrace, and sat down behind him. I looked at his butt and between his legs at his balls and I couldnt help but smile. There was such a contrast between his tanned back and legs and his white butt. He stood there with his legs slightly apart, his hands raised, and waited for the first rays of the sun. When the first rays touched him, Aimee started playing some music. I wasnt aware that she could play music outdoors but I was pleased to learn. I watched Iains arms and he seemed to be conducting the music. He was right. I thought the music was perfect at daybreak. Then he started singing a new song and again his voice raised goose bumps on my skin. I listened in awe. I knew he was singing a song of praise. I had no idea what he was praising but I knew that was what the song was about. When the song was finished, I rose as he turned and we both went down the stairs. When we were down to the main level leading into the front door, I put my arm on his shoulders. He looked at me and smiled, a beautiful warm smile. Thank you, Iain, I said. The music was perfect and your voice was wonderful. I wish I could praise the day like that. No, David, I want to thank you, for the way youve treated me. I know Im moody and not very good company sometimes. Ill try to do better. And the music was called Morning. Its by Edvard Grieg. Ive worked with classical music a lot and Aimee says she has lots of it for us. <><><> The next day Iain and I explored a huge rocky outcropping a short distance away and found two additions to our diet. One was a thicket of blackberries which were just beginning to ripen. We managed to pick and eat some without getting into the briars and we stopped only when we couldnt find any more black ones. I knew wed have to check it every day early in the morning to beat the birds to the fruit. We also found an herb, rosemary, growing among the rocks. When I broke off a twig and smelled the strong aromatic scent my mother loved, I knew I would be using it in cooking. Later that day, I looked at myself in the mirror and decided it was time to use the crme for hair removal. The first time I had used it, shortly after my arrival, I had snipped my moustache with scissors, rubbed the crme on my face, laid out on the terrace for fifteen minutes with my face exposed to the sun, and then showered, just as the instructions said. I had been amazed as my week-old beard disappeared down the drain. I had been pleased with the result. My chin and cheeks and throat felt as smooth as any good shave Id ever had. Aimee had told me that the crme needed to be used about once a month and she was right. After thirty days, I had about as much soft facial hair as a young boy. Iain walked in the bathroom while I was looking in the mirror about to apply the crme again. He picked up the crme, stuck his finger in it, and smelled it. Thats Nor; isnt it? Do you think I need to use it again? He lifted his face so I could look at it. His cheeks looked as smooth and hairless as always but I could see a faint dark growth on his upper lip. I had assumed that he didnt need to shave yet and the faint mustache was just the normal growth for a young male. But he wanted to know if he should use it again. What did you call it? I asked. Nor. Its called Nor. Everybody uses it. Its safe to use all over and all the kids I know want to be hairless except on their heads and maybe a little pubic patch. Some dont even want a pubic patch. I like it. Well, why have I never heard of it? I dont know. Maybe its something European. I dont know much about your country. Do you use it? Sure. I use it all over. CaitShe said she likedI mean. Oh, forget it. That was interesting. Someone named Kate had said she liked Iain or something about him after he had used something called Nor. I didnt push it but I didnt forget it either. You say you use it all over? On your testicles too? Yeah, he said. He reached down to his testicles, pulled them upward and looked closely at them. I couldnt see any hair on them until I zoomed in and saw an occasional little short one. I pulled my testicles up and looked at them. There were long hairs all over them. I tugged them to one side and saw the same dark hair back between my legs and on my thighs. I looked up and saw Iain looking at my genitals. If youll share, I think Ill use some Nor on my face and on my testicles, he said. You should too. Youll like it. Youve got lots of hair in the crack of your ass. It looks strange. I had been criticized enough in my life but never for having a hairy ass crack. I decided Id try the stuff. According to Aimee it could be used anywhere and the hair would eventually grow back. I watched carefully as he smeared a little Nor on his upper lip. Then he rubbed it on his testicles and behind them and part way up the shaft of his dick. I couldnt help but grin when his dick stood up, poked its head out, and looked around. He looked at me sheepishly and said, I cant help it. Its got a mind of its own. He watched me just as carefully when I rubbed Nor on my face and throat. He cautioned me that I needed to rub it in until it seemed to disappear and I couldnt feel it. Then I rubbed it on my testicles and behind them all the way to my asshole and a little up the shaft of my dick until the Nor disappeared. My dick stood up about like Iains. When I turned around and asked him to do my ass crack, he told me to do my own fucking ass. I stood there, feeling like a damn fool, rubbing my fingers up and down my ass crack until I couldnt feel the Nor. I told Aimee we were going outside and asked her to let me know when fifteen minutes had passed and again when a half hour had passed. We took a couple of blankets outside, stretched out on our backs, and let the sun do its work. Iain told me to spread my legs wide so the sun could get between them. I felt ridiculous but I did it. My dick stayed hard and so did Iains. I thought about jacking off but I wasnt sure yet whether I should do it around him. When Aimee told us that fifteen minutes had passed, we both rolled over on our stomachs. Iain made me feel stupid again by telling me that I needed to pull my ass cheeks apart to let the sunshine in. I lay there, eyes squinted, looking at Iains white ass, with my fingers pulling my ass cheeks apart so the sun could work its magic. For a boy, his butt was sort of sexy, maybe not as much as a girls butt, but definitely sexy. I could understand why some guys liked to stick their dick in the hole between butt cheeks as rounded and smooth as his. Maybe Id even try it if I got much hornier and Anna didnt come to me. I decided Id better banish such thoughts from my mind. Hey, Iain, did you hear about the three brothers who went out West to raise cattle? I asked. Uh uh he groaned. Do you know what they named their cattle ranch? Uh uh he groaned again. Sunset, I said. Because thats where the suns rays meet. Sons raise meat, get it? This time he just groaned and then I heard a sound like he was trying to stifle something. Hey, Iain, Im thinking of renaming my asshole, I paused. To Sunset. He groaned and then chuckled and said, David, youve got to work on your delivery if you want to be a comedian. You should have paused just a little longer. I reached over and stuck my fingers in his ribs. He laughed and squirmed away. When Aimee told me that thirty minutes had passed, we went back inside and showered. I was amazed at how easily all the treated hair washed away in water. I felt my hairless testicles and couldnt make up my mind whether I liked them that way or not. I hoped Anna would. <><><> A couple of days later, Iain and I had another good evening meal. I told him about my grandmre L'Hritiers marvelous French cooking and said I wanted to see if I could come close to the frittata she made. I sauted mushrooms and wild onions together, poured eight beaten eggs in the pan, sprinkled the top with rosemary, waited until the eggs were barely cooked, and then browned the top under a broiler. I thought it was great and all that was lacking was a baguette of bread. The bowl of blackberries we had for dessert was perfect. Afterwards, I sat at a kitchen table while Iain cleaned up. Iain, have you thought any more about the questions I asked you, I said. How did you get here? Why are we here? He stopped and looked at me. I waited. He finally said something. David, Id like to talk to you but for years my parents have told me that I should never talk about.about what youre asking. I had to promise them I never would before they let me go with them. Please dont ask me to violate their trust. Have you ever had something you just couldnt talk about? I had pulled a little more information out of him but I still didnt have the answers to the important questions. I thought for a minute or so and then decided to tell him about my life. I invited him to sit down at table opposite me and then I told him the uncensored truth about what happened when I was twelve years old and had seen Mullah Muqtada al-Badr with my fathers head. I told him I had been unable to speak for months afterward and how I had never been able to tell anyone else the story until I met Anna. He sat engrossed while I described my mothers descent into despair and how she disappeared when I was fourteen. I told him how my grandfather and grandmother had raised me after that and how I had gone to the Army Academy when I was seventeen. I told him about my combat experience and how I had become a sniper and how I had met Anna and fallen in love with her. Last I told him how I had been selected to kill Muqtada al-Badr, the Grand Ayatollah of Islamistan. When I told him that, he leaned back with an expression on his face as though he couldnt believe me. Youre the one who did that? he asked. The news said it was the other branch of Islam, Sunni or Shia or whatever. I can never keep them straight. Yes, Iain, I did. I killed him at the Imam al-Hussein Shrine in Mamoon after mid-day prayers. Afterwards I was trapped in a hotel next to the plaza at the shrine. Someone threw an explosive in my room and I thought I had been killed. Then I woke up here. Now do you understand why I want to know how and why Im here? You dont know what happened after he was killed; do you? No, Iain, I dont. What happened? The Sunni and Shia factions started fighting between themselves again, David. When I left, I mean, when I came here, they were back to killing each other and the rest of the world was cheering them on. Their expansion seems to have stopped and may be starting to collapse. I was pleased to hear that our disinformation services had done their job and the result had been what we had hoped for. At the same time, I was glad that my small part in the war was over. I could not keep on fighting and killing, no matter how evil the enemy was. I was tired of death; I wanted to live my life in peace. I wanted to live my life with Anna and our children. I wanted to grow old with her, watching our children and maybe grandchildren live their lives in peace. How many men have you killed, David? he asked. Well, I told you about the seven jihadists I killed, the ones who tried to ambush us. Then, the day I shot al-Badr, I killed seven in all, shot six and let one feel the edge of Big Boys blade. Thats fourteen. I killed two jihadists another day and then just one three times. Is that nineteen? He sat and looked at me for a minute. Does it bother you, to kill so many men? Yes, Iain, it bothers me a lot but they were all jihadists who wanted to kill me and all the infidels like you. Im sick of killing and I hope I never have to do it again. Thats one reason I like it here, where the only killing I do is for food. If I could be with Anna again, this would be paradise. <><><> Six days passed in which I didnt ask Iain the questions again. The news about the war had cheered me for a day or so but I slowly began to sink back into restlessness and anger and depression. I wanted to control my own life. I liked the peace and quiet of living in this strange new world but without the woman I loved the place was hell. I thought constantly about her, wondering what had happened to her and whether she would ever come to me and whether I would ever again be complete with her. During that time, I took Iain to the top of the mountain and let him discover the strange domes covering what looked like solar panels. We agreed that it was probably the power supply for everything in our home. He stood, as I had done, and looked and looked all around the horizon and I knew what he was looking for. I let him see for himself that there were no signs of anyone else. Another day, we went down the mountain to check on my fish trap. Iain wanted to visit the beach first so we did and it was just as much fun the second time. When we went to the pool, my trap had done its job. There were lots of fish trapped in the pool, most of them small ones but some almost as large as the one Iain speared. We speared all we wanted to carry back up the mountain. I decided to ask Aimee for instructions on how to make a dip net and how to smoke fish as soon as possible. The next day, we checked the rabbit traps and found we had two kills. I disabled the snares until we needed more. We worked in the garden that afternoon and picked our first vegetables, radishes, lettuce, and snow peas. When we checked the potato patch near the terrace, I saw that the vines were beginning to wilt and I knew we would be digging potatoes one day soon. That night, I lay in my bed in the dark with my hand wrapped around my hard-to-bursting penis and listened to the sounds of Iain masturbating. The hard breathing, the grunts, and moans left no doubt that he was doing the same thing I intended to do. I decided to join him in his bed. Lights on dim, I said, as I rolled out of my bed and went to Iains. He blinked rapidly at the lights, quickly covered up his genitals with his hands, and looked up at me with surprise in his eyes. I stood there beside his bed with my penis pointing up at the usual angle. He looked at it, and then looked back at my face, and I could see on his face that he was puzzled. Move over, I said, and he scooted farther back in his sleeping alcove and again covered his genitals with his hands. What are you doing, David? he asked. I couldnt tell what sort of emotion I heard in his voice, perhaps, surprise, shame, fear, certainly not welcome. I crawled in his bed and stretched out beside him. I didnt try to cover my hard-on. I wanted him to see it. Iain, theres no reason to be ashamed of what youre doing. We both know we do it almost every night. I think its time we admitted it and we can both do it with the lights on. Move your hands. He kept his hands covering his penis and testicles. I wrapped my right hand around my penis, reached over with my left and pulled his right hand away. I had seen his penis erect when he first arrived. Now, it looked to me like it was average size when erect, maybe a little larger, straight with a white shaft and blood-red head, a nice looking penis but nothing extraordinary. His testicles were hairless and pink, maybe like a young mans. Now, lets do it together, I said and started stroking my penis. He watched me doing it for a minute and then smiled shyly at me and started doing it too. I watched him doing it, glanced at his face, and saw that he was watching me doing it, I suppose we were both horny as usual. Maybe Iains age gave him the edge. He came before I did and squirted out about six streams of semen from his face down to his stomach. He turned to look at me and grinned with one big blob drooling down over one eye onto his cheek. I came a few second later. I didnt decorate myself the same way he did. I just laid down a heavy trail over my chest and stomach. I looked at Iain. He was still grinning and breathing heavily. I reached over toward his face and, when he closed his eyes, I wiped his semen off his face with my finger and smeared it on his chest. I thought how ridiculous it was for either of us to want to masturbate in the dark. We were the only two here. We were both subject to the same undeniable urgency of our testicles making millions of sperm each day and pouring out a river of testosterone. If this was to be my world, I knew masturbating was not going to be a sin and something to be ashamed of and hidden. It was going to be something we could do in celebration of life and being male and could share it if we wanted to. Damn, it certainly didnt need to be hidden. I didnt want it to be. None of this god forbids shit and sin and shame for something thats simply normal for young males. I waited until my breathing slowed down close to normal, grinning at Iain and seeing him grinning back at me. Iain, Im damned proud to be a man and you should be too, I said. We both know we masturbate constantly. From now on, Im going to do it any time I want to. Ive done it in bed in the dark. Ive done it outdoors in the sunshine. Ive done it from the peak of the mountain down to the seashore. We can do it together. We can to it separately. But damn it, were going to do it and we both know we are. Im going to celebrate having a dick and balls and being so horny I could fuck a knot hole in a tree. Its what makes me what I am and I like it. Damn, I like it! I like being a man! You should too! Yeah but he started and then cut himself off. Yeah, but what, Iain, I insisted. Come on, spit it out. Its just that Im not like you. Youre big...and youre strong.and your dicks lots bigger than mine. And youve killed lots of guys and Ive never done anything like that. I just feelI dont knowI just feel like Im not much of a man in comparison to you. Iain, youve been a real man since you came here. I mean it. You dont complain. Youve worked hard. You do everything I ask you to do. Anyway, how old are you? I asked. Ive just turned eighteen, he said, proudly. Im supposed to be a man. Iain, I was taller than you at eighteen but, at about sixteen, I looked a lot like you. My father gave me genes for a big dick so I cant take credit for that. Why does our penis size make any difference? Yours looks like its average, maybe a little bit bigger. Yeah, but youre strong and.I wish I could be like you, not like me with no muscles. If you really mean that, Iain, I can help you. All it takes is regular exercise and diet and a good workout regimen. I usually work out every morning. Why dont you join me? You can make your body into whatever you want it to be. You really think I could? he asked. Yeah, now lets go take a shower together. Ill scrub your back if youll scrub mine. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter One Tonight she was sitting at a table by herself. As usual, she had on a baseball cap with her hair pulled back on the sides, cascading out from the back of the cap in curls and tangles. She was looking down at her mess tray and seemed to be studying something. I decided to take a chance. Hello, Anna. May I sit with you? I felt like a schoolboy: trying to impress a girl he liked, wanting to get to know her, but fearing her rejection. She looked up at me and smiled. The tension in my body relaxed a little. For weeks I had been trying to find the courage to speak to her. I first saw her almost a month ago, going through the mess line ahead of me. As tall as she was she stood out in the group of women who seemed to be helping her to get acquainted with the mess hall. That first time, she turned, looked directly at me for a brief instant, and I saw her face. She smiled, perhaps at me, perhaps at something else. I was struck by her beauty and her smile and, for the rest of that day, her face kept haunting me. Yes, David. Please do. Id be glad to have your company, she said. I put my food tray on the table, sat down, and held out my hand to her. She looked at me quizzically. We havent been formally introduced, I said. Im Lieutenant David Blunderbuss. She put her hand in mine for a few seconds. It was soft and warm and dry. Mine was warm but callused and probably sweaty. The touch of her hand caused my heart to beat faster. And Im Lieutenant Anna Conda, she replied, smiling at me again. I knew her name and Im sure she knew mine. When we first came to the super-secret training base in the high desert of Arizona, we had been instructed to use our real first name, to make up a last name, and never to reveal our real last name. I didnt know the last name of any of the other trainees. We all understood why. Captured soldiers can't be tortured to reveal what they dont know. Since my skills with a rifle had got me into sniper training, I thought mine was a fun name. From what I had heard about Anna, hers was too. With her looks and dark eyes, she could probably encoil any of the men she met. However, her reputation was that she was cold and aloof and didnt like men. Your name doesnt fit you, I said. Neither does yours, she answered. I hear youre really cool and always hit your target. Am I your target for tonight? I hear youre almost unapproachable, I countered. A lot of the guys think you dont like men. She frowned at that. Ca me fait chier, she whispered, and then repeated it in English in case I didnt understand French. That pisses me off. Well, it makes me angry when you think Im just hitting on you, I said. The simple truth is: I want to talk with you, Anna. Thats all. I felt a touch of panic at my stupidity. For weeks I had been stealing glances at her whenever I saw her in the mess hall. I was drawn to her and I had no clear idea what I wanted. Like any man, I suppose there was an element of sexual attraction but I knew there was more than that. What was it I wanted from her? I really didnt know but something kept telling me that she was the one I had been looking for and that Id be a fool if I didnt try to get to know her. Id never before felt drawn to a woman with such certainty that she and I were meant to be together. Suddenly her frown turned into a faint smile and I relaxed a little. She looked at me appraisingly. I waited. Could we start over? she asked, smiling again. Yes, please, I answered, smiling back. Ill talk with you, David, she said, but Im starving. Could we eat first and talk later? Tuesday nights dinner was Tex-Mex. It was popular with all of us but some of the guys complained because they werent allowed to have cold beer with it. Since alcohol in any form was forbidden where we were going, we were supposed to get used to doing without it. I had sworn off drinking anything alcoholic anyway so it was no sacrifice for me. We watched each other without a word while we ate. She reached over once, wiped something off my mustache with her napkin, and smiled at me again. I was pleasantly surprised. Perhaps I really would be able to talk with her. Yours is a new approach, she said when we were finished. Is that really the truth, that all you want to do is talk with me? Is that so hard to believe? I asked. Yes, it is. Im been the target of too many men here, David. I know what they want and theyre not going to get it from me, she said. Im not like most men here, Anna, I said. I suppose not. You have a reputation for being rather aloof and untalkative, she said. Even when youre with a group, you dont have much to say. Why do you want to talk with me? Why did I want to talk with her? I needed to talk to someone about my life and I knew that my time at the base was limited. Why her? I had no idea why except that I thought about her every day and every night, especially during the night when I had nothing to do but think. Every time I thought of her, there was an uncanny feeling that we belonged together. Anna, I need to talk to somebody before I go towherever they assign me. If I can open up to you, will you promise to keep everything to yourself? I needI just need to talk. That was our beginning. Over the next few weeks, we gradually came to know each other and talking with her became easier. It was the one thing I looked forward to most, even more than the excellent dinners they fed the trainees. We tried to coordinate our arrival at the mess hall each night at the same time. We never had to wait very long for each other. One night we started talking about the war, the undeclared war with millions of enemies but no enemy country. She had no experience in fighting and killing. I had much more than I wanted. She asked me how I felt about what I had done and what I might be assigned to do. This is not a world of my choosing, Anna, I said. I wish I could change it into a world where people are peaceful and loving and they dont kill each other in stupid religious wars. I cant. Im just trying to do something to make this world a little better. I wish I could do it without killing but I know were fighting against something evil that is hell-bent on killing us. I dont like what I do. I know, David, she said. I dont want to do what theyre training me for, either. Ive never killed anybody but I will do it. If they send me she paused for a moment, out, on a mission, wherever, Ill do it. Whats it like? I didnt really know what they were training her for. We werent supposed to talk about it. It was common knowledge I was in sniper training. I was pretty sure she didnt know how special the training for me was. I sat and looked at my mess tray. They had fed us prime rib and it had been perfect: tender and juicy and pink in the middle. I found another bite of lean and forked it to my mouth. Its not as difficult as you might think, I said, when Id finished chewing. Every time Ive done it, I was either on an assigned mission or protecting the lives of the men under my command. I try not to look at the bad guys when theyre dead. Never look at the face of a dead man, Anna, especially one youve killed. She sat at the mess table across from me and looked at my face. That sounds so cold and heartless. Are you really like that? Its good advice, Anna, I said. And I am not cold and heartless. When you get to know me, youll understand me and youll know what sort of man I am. Did you really do what they say you did? I mean when they found out what you could do with a rifle and how you could stay in control of a bad situation? I suppose. Theres a lot of talk about me. Some of its true. All of the guys here have a lot of respect for you, you know. Theyre in awe of you. They think youre some kind of superman. They call you The Warrior. Anna, Im not a superman. I suppose I am a warrior but Im just an ordinary man with some unusual talents. Everybody says you are really cool in a crisis. What does that mean? Could we take a walk again? I asked. I dont want to talk about it here. Where? Perhaps we could go out toward that arroyo north of the base. The dirt roads a little rough but that areas not off limits. The moons out enough so we can see. We could walk a couple of miles and then come back. Ill have to put on my boots again. Can we go by my quarters first? I twisted around and looked under the table. She had on white sneakers and white socks. I couldnt believe it. In the pervasive dust, how could she walk from her quarters to the mess hall and keep her sneakers white like that? She had very nice long legs, very beautiful legs. Her khaki shorts, the same thing we all wore in the evening, looked clean and fresh. For the month or so before we became friends, I delighted in watching her. Every morning and night I looked for her in the mess hall. She was always dressed the same, khaki shorts with some sort of shirt, often a loose over-size mans shirt. Her legs, long and slender and beautiful, captivated me. I never tired of looking at them but I tried not to be caught at it. Every time I saw her, she had on a baseball cap with her hair pulled back on the sides, tumbling down below her shoulders in back. I loved to watch her as she talked to the women with whom she usually ate. Her hair, dark, curly, seemingly alive, was constantly in motion behind her. She fascinated me. Sure. Youd better piddle too. If you have to do it out there, a rattlesnake might bite you on the butt. Wed have a hard time explaining that. Do I need to get a light jacket she asked. Its hard to believe it can be over a hundred at mid-afternoon and down in the fifties before daylight. I dont think so. We can time it: an hour out and an hour back. You wont get cold. We should be back about ten oclock. Ive got a couple of small flashlights. I waited on the steps to her barracks while she went inside for a few minutes. I could hear women laughing and giggling somewhere inside. A loud burst of laughter poured out once and I wondered what could have caused it. The window near the door was open and the room was dark. I could see through the screen to a small TV tuned to a game show. When she came out again, we didnt talk until we were away from the lights. The road, if it could be called that, led from the barracks area to a scenic spot on the arroyo. I gave her one of the flashlights but we didnt really need them as long as we followed the road. Why were the women in the barracks laughing so much? I asked. Do you really want to know? It was just silly girl stuff, like teen-age girls. We have to be silly sometimes after what we do and study during the day. I understand. Tell me. Theyve played a new variation of their favorite game. I suppose its funny. What is it? They told some guy that theyve taken a vote and he won. Well, whats the vote about? How does he win? You won this time. You got more votes than the next two runners-up combined. What? They decided youve got the most beautiful penis. They said its uncircumcised, perfectly straight, and just the right size, almost eight inches. I looked at her. In the moonlight I could see a little smile around her lips. I knew she was teasing me. Its smaller than average, I lied, and continued truthfully. Im not circumcised. Its not straight. When its erect, its got a little curve. Not to the side. Just a little curve up. She laughed quietly. Does it really? May I see it? No, at least not yet. Why is it funny? Because all the girls pick out a different guy and tell him he won. Usually its no time at all before he finds out another guy won too. Then they ask a few more guys and they find out they all won. Lieutenant Conda, thats a cruel joke. Im glad you like it, Lieutenant Blunderbuss. We walked on a little farther, side by side, holding hands, occasionally bumping each other. I suppose we were both wrapped up in our own thoughts. I was. I was thinking about what I wanted with her. I liked to be with her and when I wasnt it seemed that I was usually thinking about her. I wanted her sexually but I wanted her for so much more. If it were not for my impending mission, I would surrender to her and being with her and maybe start learning to love her. I just couldnt see how it was the right thing to do, to lead her into any sort of relationship that could never develop intointo what? What did I want with her? I couldnt make up my mind. Why did you look under the table, David? she asked. To look at your legs, of course, I said. Your have beautiful legs, Anna. Youre a beautiful woman. My legs are all hairy and I hate it. I cant shave anywhere, not even under my arms. Their women arent permitted to shave anywhere. You may have to pass for one of them. Why do you think Ive got this silly mustache? So youll look like one of their women, she answered and then giggled. Be serious, I said. I like your mustache. It looks good on you. Youre a very handsome man, David. I thought you just liked me because Im one of the few men around here you can look up to, I said. She was probably close to six feet tall in her bare feet. I was well over six feet. I was one of the few men at the base taller than her. Well, that certainly helps. How tall are you? she asked. About two meters. Six feet six. Im five eleven. That keeps most of the shorter guys away. What do you weigh? One ninety-five. And you? One forty-five. Am I too fat, David? No, Anna, youre a woman. Youre not a girl. Youre a woman with a womans body. Youre perfect the way you are. Yeah, Im a big tall woman who intimidates the hell out of most of the men she meets, she answered. Do I intimidate you? No, I said and decided to change the subject. Anna, do you ever look up at the stars? Do you know there are billions of galaxies and were on a planet circling around one little obscure star in our galaxy?" We were well beyond the few lights of the base and the stars were brilliant in the dry high-desert air. The moon, about half full, obscured some of the stars in its vicinity. The rest of the sky was full of sparkling diamonds. We stood there for a minute looking up. When I put my arm around her shoulders, she put hers around my waist. When I turned, facing her, and pulled her against me, she didnt resist. She tucked her head under my chin and her cheek against my throat. We stood there holding each other for a few minutes. I felt a sense of peace and contentment. I felt I was where I belonged. I wondered what she felt. Maybe that was what I wanted with her, peace and contentment. Standing there under the night desert sky with her in my arms, I didnt want to let her go. I could feel her breasts against my chest but it wasnt sexually arousing, just warm and comforting. She pulled herself tighter against me and moved her head from side to side. What did she mean by that? I wanted to pull her into me or me into her and it didnt matter which. Was that what she wanted? The night was full of the noise of a thousand desert creatures. Some coyotes a long way off were serenading the moon. Close by, there was a strange noise, something moving for a few seconds, then standing still for a few more seconds, and then repeating. I turned to look where the noise was. For a minute or so, I listened but couldnt see anything. I wasnt afraid of the noise, just cautious and a little bit curious. I decided to try to be cool, to see if that would help. It did. My hearing was suddenly enhanced so that I was able to home in on the sound. Then I saw it, a coyote, no, a fox; it was smaller, jumping around. It seemed to be playing with something on the ground. I tried to focus my eyes but all I could see was the fat rounded shape of something, maybe a Gila monster. Whats making that noise, David? she asked. Its a fox, playing with a Gila monster. I dont know whether its just playing with it or maybe trying to make a meal of it. I dont know what these desert foxes eat, do you? You can really see it? she asked. Yes, I can see the shape of it and the flashes of its eyes. Im pretty sure its a fox. Im not sure what its playing with but its something sort of fat and rounded, like a Gila monster. It hasnt moved. Are you cool, David? Yes, just a little. Why? I cant see a thing. I can hear it but I cant see it. The fox is pouncing, probably just out of reach of the lizard, and then jumping back. It stands still for a moment and then pounces again. I just saw the lizard move its head. It is a Gila monster. I think the fox is just playing with it. You scare me, David. I think Im looking at the same place as you and I cant see anything, not even movement. May I turn on my flashlight? The fox will be gone before your eyes can focus. Lets not disturb it. I took her hand and we started walking again. You asked me what it means when Im cool. Would you like me to tell you now? Yes, please. Its some sort of altered state of consciousness, I suppose. I really cant control it very much, I lied. I usually cant voluntarily become really cool. Something must trigger it, some sort of situation demanding me to become cool, like when my life or the life of someone else is at risk. It just comes over me then. Its like time stands still and all my senses are greatly enhanced. But you cant control it? You just did it. Ive learned to do it just a little when I want to. But not like the way it is when someones life is in danger. Then its much more intense. If you saw me about to step on a rattlesnake, do you think it would happen? I hope so. I wouldnt want anything to happen to you. I wanted to tell her the complete truth but I knew that would be unbelievable and I wanted her to believe me. I was slowly learning to control being cool. I knew that time didnt really stand still. Rationally, I knew that my perception of an event accelerated and what I perceived seemed to slow down while my ability to react seemed normal to me but, in reality, was greatly accelerated. Seemingly, the world was moving in slow motion and I was moving at normal speed. It sounds like the sort of adrenaline rush we get when were afraid of something, she said. I think its called the fight or flight response. I suppose it is like that, I said. But its really extreme with me. They tested me and said theyd never seen anything like it. I had been very careful in what I revealed to the doctors in all the tests. I knew they would probably keep studying me if I let them learn what it was like when I was really cool. I didnt want that. Tell me about the first time it happened. I thought for a moment. When was the first time? I suppose the first time I knew I was really different from other guys was when I was eleven and I had a little trouble with a couple of football players. The first timewell, I suppose the first time I responded that way was when I was eleven and had just started into puberty and had to defend myself from a bigger kid. I didnt call it being cool then. I didnt understand it. I liked to wear my hair long, long enough so I could tie it up in back something like yours. Some friends and I were playing in the woods near our house when a guy, a football player from school, wandered upon us. I didnt really know him because I was home schooled but I knew his reputation. He started teasing all of, calling us little pussies and worse. I felt just a little cool but I had no idea what being really cool felt like. I turned and was just about to walk away from him when he pulled my hairvery hardhard enough to hurt me. I turned back to face him and I suppose my face reflected the anger I felt. I actually saw red and I dont mean that figuratively. I saw him through a red haze and I felt really cool for the first time. I told him not to do it again and he called me a little cunt and asked what I was going to do about it. I didnt answer him. I just glared at him. Then he slapped me. I still didnt do anything but the cool feeling deepened. When I saw him drawing back to slap me again, it seemed he was moving in slow motion. When he swung his arm around again, I moved my head to one side, grabbed his thumb, and twisted his arm around behind his back. I learned later that I had broken the bone in his thumb, almost wrenched it from his hand, and almost dislocated his shoulder. He started screaming with pain and my friends and I ran like rabbits. Of course the word got out about what I had done and the football player lied to try to make me the aggressor. My father was home then and, when the school called to talk to my parents, my father took the call. After he hung up, he told me the principal wanted to talk to him about me and what I had done. He wanted my parents to bring me to school so he could hear my side of the story. I told my father the honest truth about what had happened and the only thing he did was to pull me against him and hug me. Ill always remember what he told me. Son, when I have a problem with a bad buy like that, I do whatever is necessary to take him out immediately, maybe temporarily, maybe permanently. You should do the same. Youll know which to do. My father took me to school the next day. I remember how he was dressed, in jeans and knit shirt, and I was proud of the way he looked, slim, hard, with his muscles showing. When we got out of the car, I held his hand while we were walking into the school. I thought nothing of it because I quite often held his hand or my grandfathers hand when we walked. Sometimes, we all three went for a walk after supper and I held both their hands. Anyway, I saw the football player and another guy who also played sitting on a bench just behind a bicycle rack. He had a big cast on his hand and his arm was in a sling. I dont think my father even saw him and I didnt point him out. School had just turned out and there were lots of kids milling around and leaving on their bikes. The principal seemed like a fair guy. He was polite to both my father and me and let me tell my story. I didnt deny twisting the bullys thumb but I didnt say anything about being cool. I just made sure he saw the handprint still on my cheek three days later. He asked me to wait in the outer office while he talked to my father. I didnt wait where he had told me; I went to the door to the school to see if the bully and his friend were still there. Bully was but his friend was gone. Suddenly, I was shoved from behind, through the front door, and then to one side to where the bicycle racks were. The bullys friend kept shoving me until I was at the bicycle racks with the two of them. I was angry, seeing red again, and as cool as Ive ever been. The next time the guy tried to shove me, it seemed he was moving in slow motion. I dodged to one side, kicked his feet out from under him, and, when he went sprawling, kicked him between his legs. I knew what I was doing. I aimed my foot at his testicles and I got them. I heard a crunch and I knew I had really hurt him and I had meant to. I turned to see the bully coming at me, swinging his other hand in slow motion. I sidestepped him, tripped him, put my hand on his back and shoved him. He fell face first into the bicycle racks. I later learned I had caused the first one to lose a testicle and had caused the second one to break his nose and lose some of his front teeth. When I turned around my father and the principle were both running toward me. I stood there and deliberately tried to look innocent and scared. My father did the same thing he had done when I told him my story. He grabbed me, hugged me against him, and stood there holding me so tightly I could hardly breathe. The bully and his friend were both rolling on the ground holding their damaged parts and screaming and moaning with pain. The principal surveyed the damage I had done to two guys both much bigger than me and probably a lot stronger. Then he told my father to take me home. He said he saw it all and couldnt believe what he saw but hed make sure I didnt have any more trouble from anybody at the school. I never did. I never had any trouble with any of the kids in the neighborhood when the word got around about how I had defended myself. On the way home, my father had just one thing to say to me. Good job, David. Couldnt have done it better myself. I was proud of what I had done to the two guys but my fathers words meant so much more to me. Did it happen a lot after that, I mean, you being cool when there was some sort of danger? Anna asked. No, nothing that bad happened again for years. The next time it happened, I had finished the Academy and been given my bars and sent to combat duty. I was on patrol with six other guys. Wed been told to check out some mud huts where some white pickup trucks had been spotted. I didnt wear my lieutenants bars when we were on patrol, so Id look like just another one of the guys. I didnt want to give away my knowledge of their language. We had one guy who spoke a little Farsi and he tried to interrogate some old men. I listened when they started talking to each other. Your Farsi is that good? she asked. I nodded yes. One of them was squatted down on his haunches, not talking, and he kept his eyes on me. I dont know how he knew I understood every word they said but he must have. He looked up at me and said Allah will guide you if you look up to him. He cast his eyes upward and I understood. He was telling me that someone would be on a rooftop. You really knew that he was telling you that? Yes and I went cool. I didnt understand what was happening. It just seemed like my vision was so good I could see the smallest details around me. I scanned the rooftops and didnt see anything until I looked at the last building farther down the dirt road. I saw something rounded on the edge of a roof and I looked closer and saw eyes. It was maybe a quarter mile from me but I knew what it was. I braced myself against the side of a building, fired one round, and saw a head snap back. A couple of seconds later, another guy burst out of a side door and started running away. I fired one more round and he went down. Try as I might, I had been unable to rationalize the enhancement of my normal abilities. I couldnt find a reason that made any sense for it. That first time, it was like my eyes were a camera with a zoom feature. When I saw the rounded image on the rooftop, I zoomed in and saw the whole face. It was a face consumed with hatred. I knew he was a bad guy. At the time, I didnt realize that anything unusual was happening. Only later did I realize what Id done in seeing his face and it bewildered me. But thats not the incident that got you your reputation, is it? she asked. Ive heard all sorts of stories about how you killed ten men with one shot each in less than a minute. I killed seven men, Anna. Are you sure you want me to tell you about it? Yes. Please. Id been cool on a few occasions before that time but nobody noticed it. They noticed it after word got back about what Id done that time. We walked on, following the dirt road in the moonlight, hand and hand. I tried to decide how much of the truth I could tell her and still be believable. Go on, tell me all about it, she said. I was just a young lieutenant, scared to death because Id been assigned to take a patrol to a location where a bunch of jihadists had been seen. I had ten men with me. We were on foot, working our way through a cluster of huts when they hit us. A bunch of bad guys burst out of a gully that we didnt spot. They hit us with all sorts of small arms fire and killed one of my guys and wounded two others. I went cool and time slowed down and my vision was enhanced. I just stood there and did what I was trained to do. I shot each of them one time, six of them hit right in the center of their chest. The last guy saw what I was doing and almost scrambled back down in the gully for cover. I head shot him and his head exploded like a watermelon. One of my men said I killed all seven in less than a minute. I stood there, over my guys whod been shot, guarding them, and took control. I called for help - our helmets were equipped so we could communicate with each other and with our base - and then got a couple of my men to take care of the wounded. The others helped me watch. I stood there in the direct sunlight for about thirty minutes until the copters got there. I sweated my uniform through and didnt even know it. I just felt cool. What was it like when you shot them? How did they react? The first six, the ones I shot in the chest, just looked surprised and then they sort of staggered backwards and folded up. I was using some ammo that had been altered a little. It makes just a little hole going in. When it comes back out, it leaves a hole you could stick your fist in. The blood spray behind them is what tells you theyre dead. Were you supposed to be using ammo like that? Altered, I mean. No, but we all did it. I heard you were wounded, she said. You didnt mention that. One shot brushed the inside of my thigh, I lied. It bled a little. It didnt hit anything important. She looked puzzled. Like what? Well, if it had been about six inches higher, it might have hit my family jewels. She laughed. Well, Im glad you werent hurt, at least not there. I didnt dare tell her the truth about my injury. I knew Id been wounded. I felt the blood running down my leg. I knew I had to protect my men. So I suppose I somehow told the injury not to bleed. When the medics examined me, they were amazed that the bullet passed through my leg with so little loss of blood. I couldnt rationalize that at all. Thankfully, it hadnt happened again. I decided to take a chance on something. Anna, do you think you could love me? She looked up at me in the moonlight, appraisingly, frowning. S0metimes you frighten me, David. I like you but. Ill never hurt you, Anna, I interrupted. Believe me; Ill never do anything to hurt you. Im not going to say I love you yet. Im not sure what love is anyway. I just know I could never hurt you. I believe you, David. Im not asking if you love me yet, Anna. Im just asking you if theres a possibility you could. Do you want to have sex with me, David? she asked. No, not really, at least not tonight, I said. I want to know whether you think you could love me; thats all. If a man and woman love each other, they eventually have sex with each other; dont they? I like you, David, she whispered. I like you very much. In time, I think I could learn to love you. Im sick of death, Anna, I said as earnestly and honestly as I could. Im so sick of it I feel like screaming. I want to embrace life. I want to stand on a mountain top and look at miles of trees and a sparkling blue sea. I want to go fishing in a mountain stream and catch a bunch of trout for supper. I want to run naked through the forest like a deer. I want to be free, Anna. And I want the love of a woman, especially that, her love. I want a wife and children and a home and all that stuff. I dont want to keep on killing. I want life, Anna, not death. We dont have time for children, David, she teased. Perhaps we could love each other a little before we go. Im not asking for sex, Anna, I said, seriously. Im talking about love. I want the possibility of a life with love and, yeah, I want sex. I want children. I want hope, Anna. I want life. I need it. I guess its hope I need most. Then youre like me, David, she said. I had about given up on all those things. Youve made me want to believe in them again. Ill warn you, Anna. Im plagued by demons. They visit me at night. There are things I cant talk about. If I try, I go mute. Would you try to talk to me about them? Ill listen. Ill try to understand. I was hoping youd say that, I said. Would you kiss me, David? she whispered. Well see where that leads. Yes, I said, and kissed her for the first time. I put my arms around her and pulled her against me. I tried to be gentle. I didnt want to reveal the hunger I felt for her. I didnt want to frighten her. She held her face up to me and I bent down to her and just barely touched my lips to hers. I pulled away almost immediately. Perhaps that wasnt the sort of kiss she wanted. She took my head in her hands, pulled it back down to her, kissed me with an open mouth, and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I gave in and let go of all restraint and we stood locked together for what seemed like an eternity. My penis tried to become erect and strained against my shorts. As usual, Id gone commando so my testicles could hang down and there was nothing but the cloth of my khaki shorts to restrain my penis. I put my hands on her derriere and pulled her against my hardness. I didnt want to alarm her. I just wanted her to know how much I desired her. She wasnt alarmed. She put her hands on my butt, pulled me even harder against her, and rubbed her pelvis against me. When we finally broke for breath, she leaned back and looked up at me. Our hands were still holding each other by our buttocks. We were both breathing heavily. I suppose we both wanted to let the beast loose. I know I did. I rubbed my hard-on around and around on her stomach and thighs. I wanted her to feel it. I wanted her to know how much I wanted and needed her. Wow, she finally said, breathlessly. Perhaps wed better continue our walk, Anna, I said. I think youre right, David, she said. Maybe we should start back. Can you walk with three legs? <><><> Alone in bed that night, I lay there naked, propped up on pillows, with my hands behind my head, staring at nothing. The lights in the room were off except for a small nightlight. In the dim light I looked at my penis, resting on my thigh. It was soft but swollen, as though it still remembered the embrace with Anna. I reached down, pulled my testicles up so they werent caught between my thighs, and then crossed my ankles. I lay there thinking about Anna and our relationship. Perhaps it would be possible for me to seduce her. Maybe she would give herself to me willingly, maybe eagerly, to judge from her kiss. Was it too early in our relationship? I didnt want to hurt her. I very much wanted to spare her the hurt she might feel if I pushed her into sex too soon and she felt I was like all the others and that sex was all I wanted. I thought about the mission that I wanted so much and about my chance of coming back from it. I hadnt told her about it. I couldnt tell her about it, even though I wanted so much to be honest with her. How would it affect her if we made love and that made her want me to be with her for the rest of our lives and then I didnt come back from the mission? Perhaps it would be best if I kept our relationship from developing any further. But I wanted her. I knew I wanted her, but not just for sex. I wanted her for love and marriage and kids and all the wonderful things about family. I thought about the demons that plagued my dreams. I had struggled for years to avoid thinking about the cause of the nightmares and I had largely succeeded. At night, however, I could not consciously repress the incident and I knew it was manifesting itself in my dreams, when I had no control. How would she react when or if I told her about it? I struggled with deciding what the right thing to do was. I knew I was beginning to love her. I knew I didnt want to hurt her. I knew I needed her and wanted her. I finally decided that was all I knew for sure. I wanted sex with Anna but I finally decided that my hand would have to be a poor substitute. From the nightstand, I took the container of crme I used to masturbate and rubbed a big glob over my penis and then over my testicles. I put my hand under my scrotum, lifted my balls, and lay there looking at them. I knew they were pouring out a river of testosterone. I knew they were producing millions of sperm each day. I knew how insistent was the need to find an outlet for all those sperm. Almost every night, I used my hand to find some relief so I could go to sleep. My balls were the cause of all my sexual problems and I knew it but I was glad I had them. I didnt want to be without them. I liked being a man. Finally I wrapped my fingers around my penis and began to slowly stroke it, watching as my foreskin uncovered the head and then recovered it. I was in no hurry to reach orgasm. I enjoyed the way it felt when I started slowly and gently. I wondered what Anna would have said if I had let her see it. Did she believe me when I said it was smaller than average? Would she like it? Would she have said something like Gabrielle had said? Il ne casse rien. <><><> Just after I turned sixteen, my French maternal grandparents sent me an invitation to spend the summer with them. Since they offered to pay for airfare, it was an offer I couldnt refuse. I flew into Bordeaux and rode the train down to Toulouse. I spent the summer speaking nothing but French, eating grandmre L'Hritiers marvelous French food, drinking grandpres good wine, and almost forgetting I was an American. I talked endlessly about my life in Les tats-Unis and about my paternal grandparents. I was able to talk about my parents as long as I avoided anything that happened after I was twelve. I think they understood. Midsummer, I spent a week with my mothers brother and his family in Perpignan, further south, on the Golfe du Lion. Id never met my uncle, Bernard L'Hritier, his wife Michle, or their two daughters, Gabrielle and Dannielle. When I arrived Saturday afternoon, the family gave me a warm reception at the train station and then things just got hotter after that. Their home was an old stone building that looked strange; it had an extension without a roof to one side. The extension didnt need one. It was a completely-enclosed pool that was surrounded by a stone wall and hundreds of potted plants. From the tables and chairs and chaises scattered around, it was evident they almost lived there. Gabi and Danni were both younger than me, fifteen and twelve to my much-more mature sixteen. Danni had agreed to share Gabis bed so I could have hers, if her words - I didnt mess it up. They both delighted in teasing me and embarrassing me and making me feel ten years old, especially when we were with their friends. I hadnt brought anything for swimming so the girls immediately insisted on going shopping for something for me to wear. The three of us rode bicycles through narrow streets to a shop. I chose the long shorts that I was used to at home but the girls insisted that I buy something that barely covered my butt in back and my genitals in front. It was a Speedo. I gave in to their wishes with trepidation. Back at their house, my uncle told me the family usually had Saturday-night dinner beside the pool, wearing their swimming attire. I went to my room Dannis room and changed into my Speedo and then almost wished Id insisted on longer shorts. The Speedo was too revealing for a sixteen year-old boy who wasnt accustomed to French preferences in swimwear. My uncle was sitting at a table near the pool in something just as revealing. Then Danni came out, carrying a dish for our meal, and my eyes bugged out. She had forgotten the top to her bikini and her budding breasts had real nipples. I could hardly take my eyes off them. When Gabi came out dressed, or undressed, the same way, with larger breasts, beautiful, perfectly-rounded beasts, and carrying another dish, I thought Id died and gone to heaven. When my aunt came out, with even larger breasts, I knew I had. For a boy who had seen the real breasts of only one female, three pairs in a few minutes were too much. I began to get an erection. My uncle must have noticed it. He invited me to sit down for dinner and handed me a napkin. The meal was more wonderful French food. I was embarrassed when I missed my mouth with my fork. I made an excuse that I wasnt accustomed to the European way of eating: knife always in left hand, fork always in right hand. In reality, their way was the way my French mother had taught me. The females all grinned when I offered my excuse. I think they knew the real reason. On Monday, things got even hotter. My uncle went to work. My aunt went shopping. I was left at home with my two first cousins who were intent on driving me crazy. They wanted to play in the pool so we did. They wanted to lie in the sun in three chaise-lounges side by side with me in the middle so we did. Imagine two beautiful young girls wearing little bikini bottoms and nothing else, with perfect little breasts. They wanted to talk about sex so we did. It was a subject they knew little about and, of course, I professed to be very knowledgeable. I lay there in the sun, warm and relaxed, with my eyes shut and talked to them. I was proud of myself for keeping my penis under reasonable control. I had a big bulge in my Speedo but at least it was no longer trying to rip its way out. Then I was attacked. Thats the only to describe it. They both piled on me at the same time, tickling me, rubbing their breasts against me, and trying to pull my Speedo down. Finally I gave in and let them. A few seconds later, my penis was as hard as it ever gets and suspended above my belly, almost to my navel. Danni looked at it, said, Il est tonnant, and started giggling. Gabi just shrugged, said Il ne casse rien, and started giggling too. Danni took a deep breath and said, Il faut le voir pour le croire. I lay there looking from Dannis face to Gabis and didnt know what to say. Like all sixteen year-old boys, I was proud of my penis. Id never heard it described as nothing special before. I liked Dannis response better It has to be seen to be believed. The next time we were left alone, Gabi and Danni wanted to swim again and I knew they wanted to do more than that. I refused to let them pull my Speedo down unless they pulled theirs down too. They were reluctant to do it but they finally yielded, Danni first and then Gabi. I looked at Danni first, at the little cleft in her mound, with a sparse growth of pubic hair, and then at Gabi. Gabis dark pubic hair almost covered whatever was between her legs but I could see the slit in her mound too, this time with something like a little finger between the two soft halves. I suppose Id expected to see some place where I could insert my penis but I didnt see anything like that. I was curious as to where their vaginas were. Il ne casse rien, I said, grinning as wide as I could. And thats when they attacked me again. <><><> Il ne casse rien. Eight years later and I still remembered the way Gabi and Danni looked at me that afternoon, or rather, at my penis. I held it straight up and looked at it critically for a minute. It was bigger than average but I thought it was fitting for a man my size. I pulled my foreskin down and looked at the red head of it. Nice and shiny and smooth. Good shape, kind of funny shaped, but I liked it. I slid the skin back up and looked at the shaft. Smooth skin with some hair down near the base. One big blood vessel up its length with faint ones branching off it. Il ne casse rien. What the hell! I liked it. I remembered that both of them had liked it too. In fact, they loved it so much that they masturbated me to orgasm four times in one afternoon. The first time, they were on their knees on each side of me, looking down at what was in their hands. I put my hands under my head and offered no resistance. They masturbated me in turn and then squealed when I sprayed their faces with my semen. They pretended to be mad at me but I told them they should have known not to have their heads directly over it. The second time, they lay on each side of me, well out of firing range, with Dannis hand cupped under my testicles and Gabis hand flying up and down on the shaft of my penis. Danni counted the pulses when I came, all eight of them, the first flying over my head and the rest laying down a white trail from my face to my lower abdomen. Then she said: C'est magnifique! I managed a smile when Gabi agreed: C'est vraiment magnifique! I thought about how their soft hands felt as they played with my penis and testicles and how much I loved every minute of it. I felt proud of the white strings and puddles of semen on my chest and stomach. I was astonished when first Gabi and then Danni stuck their fingers in a puddle, smelled the semen, and then stuck it in their mouths. It was Danni who said it this time: Il ne casse rien. Somehow I knew that I shouldnt try to have intercourse with them and I suppose I was afraid to try. I did coax them into spreading their legs and pulling everything there apart so I could see the pink flesh in their vaginas. I tried to get them to perform oral sex on me and Gabi did it for a few seconds before pulling away and announcing that it was too big. Danni wanted to try but, after holding my penis straight up for a while and moving her open mouth closer to it, she agreed with her sister that it was just too big. She licked it like an ice cream cone instead. Il ne casse rien. I couldnt help but smile, remembering Dannis face. Her eyes looked as big as saucers. I wondered what Annas reaction would be when she saw it. I hoped she wouldnt say Il ne casse rien. How would she feel about oral sex? I thought about how I felt and decided Id love to do her even if she didnt reciprocate but I wanted her to do it to me. I shut my eyes, stroked my penis a little faster, and pictured Gabi with her mouth covering the head of my penis and her soft hand moving up and down on the shaft. That image metamorphed into Anna and I held the image of her wild hair covering my stomach while her hidden mouth sucked on the head of my penis. Within a minute of so, I came and the feeling was so intense that I groaned loudly and then immediately looked around, not remembering where I was, beside the pool with Gabi sucking me while Danni watched, or Anna sucking me while I came in her mouth. Instead I was in my room, in my bed, alone, with semen on my face and white puddles and drools of semen all over my stomach and chest. I lay there looking down at the mess I had made, holding onto the muddled images of Gabi and Anna sucking me and then I wondered what either one of them would do if I did come in her mouth, or really, what would Anna do. I had seen Gabi and Danni only once more when their family visited in the United States but they were often in my imagination. Why would a woman want to suck a mans penis until he comes in her mouth? I couldnt imagine she would find a mouth full of semen palatable. Would she swallow it? Would I? I didnt know. I wiped my finger through the semen in my navel and stuck it in my mouth. I moved the semen around with my tongue and felt its viscosity. It seemed to stick to my tongue and I used my teeth to rake it off. I was salivating heavily and I let my saliva mix with the semen and then pulled it to the back of my mouth and swallowed. The taste was strange and unexpectedly arousing. I thought back to the first time I had tasted it when a buddy and I had dared each other to taste our own and then the others. We had both agreed we had to swallow it. How old was I? Thirteen? What would Anna think of sucking me off and then swallowing it? I wanted her to do it. I got up and went in the bathroom to the shower. A few minutes later I was back in bed and sleep came quickly. <><><> A few nights later, I was awakened twice, by two quite-different dreams. The first was another wet dream; the second was another nightmare. The first time I was dreaming of sex with a woman. In my sleep-muddled state I couldnt tell whether she was sucking me or I was fucking her. I wanted the woman to be Anna but it could have been any woman. I had awakened with the orgasm already fading away, my shorts drenched with my semen, and my penis still hard. I lay there trying to hang onto the pleasure but knowing I had to leave my warm bed and go to the cold bathroom. When my erection finally subsided, I threw back the blankets and went to the bathroom to clean myself. Anna had offered to lend me a hand. We had been in the darkened TV room at her barracks, wrapped up in each other, drowning in kissing, and both hot and sweaty from wanting. My penis had been hard for an hour or so and she had offered to masturbate me. But there were two other couples in darkened corners and I wouldnt let her. She said the other couples would probably do it but I just couldnt. I wanted to love her and have sex with her and to release my semen at the entrance to her womb. I wanted to ejaculate where there was a possibility of creating life. I knew shed had a contraceptive implant. It was common knowledge that all the women trainees had, since they wouldnt be able to rely on the pill when they went out on assignment. They all knew they might be raped if they were captured but at least they knew they wouldnt be impregnated. When I got back to my barracks, I should have masturbated. It was a nightly ritual, usually in the shower, in bed on occasion. I had laid there with my hard penis in my hand, waiting for sleep. I didnt want to masturbate; I wanted to make love with Anna. My body compromised with a wet dream. The second time I awoke with my heart pounding and my lungs struggling for breath. I was dreaming of something horrible happening to someone I loved. I tried to hang on to the fleeting remnants of the dream so I could understand it. The dream was usually different in content but it was always the same in meaning: someone I loved was being killed or tortured or maimed and I was helpless to do anything about it. The dream was a recurrent one I had been experiencing for years. I knew what it meant but I didnt know what to do about it. I knew I should talk with someone, probably a psychiatrist, but I was afraid to reveal the problem because I knew it could mean I would never get the mission I wanted so much. I wanted to tell Anna everything but I was afraid that I wouldnt be able to. I didnt know how she would react, especially if I suddenly went mute while trying to talk to her. I was afraid Id lose what little hope I had of a life with her. I laid there in bed for the rest of the night thinking about Anna and what I wanted to do with her and what I should do about her and I finally decided I had to tell her. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Thirty-Five I swam to Toby, flipped him over, put both arms under him, and lifted his head out of the water. I gave a few strong kicks, bumped into rocks, and turned and looked. Iain was above me, reaching down, and Anna was carefully coming down the rocks. Iain put his arms under Tobys and pulled him partially out of the water. I relinquished his body and then began climbing out of the water. I was perhaps half-way out when I felt something bite down on the calf of my leg. My body registered pain and surprise and shock and I kicked down as hard as I could. I felt my foot connect with something solid and then the cool strength of my arms propelled me out of the water like a penguin coming ashore. By the time I climbed out, Anna and Iain had pulled Toby out of water. Anna was beside him. She quickly felt for a pulse in his throat, glanced at me and smiled, and I knew his heart was still beating. She looked at the back of his head and we both saw there was no blood. I knew we needed to get him back to level ground. I pulled him so he was partially upright and ducked my head to get it under his arm. I straightened up, grabbed his other arm, pulled him on my back, and looked upward to see if I could climb using only one hand. Anna climbed part way up, grabbed my hand, and pulled. Iain put his hands under my butt and pushed. In seconds, we managed to get Toby back on level ground. Anna took over while I stood there trying to catch my breath and coming down off my cool. Anna turned Toby over on his side, watched to see if water came out of his open mouth, and then turned him again on his back. She pinched his nose closed, pulled his chin down, put her open mouth to his, and gave him four strong breaths. Toby gasped, took a deep breath, gasped for another, and coughed a few times. He opened his eyes, saw Annas face over his, reached up, pulled her down, gave her a kiss, and smiled at her. He sat up, grabbed the back of his head, and said, Oh, shit! That hurt! I knew he was going to be OK. I remembered the bite from the fish and looked down at my leg. My clothing was ripped and I saw the marks of teeth but only a little blood. I decided to wait until Anna had cared for Toby. Anna looked up at the others gathered around. Iain, help me get Toby out of these wet clothes. Caitlyn, get his dry clothes out of his backpack. She looked at me and then around at the others waiting for orders. Jean-Nicole, help David get his butt out of those wet things before he freezes. Petra, get his stuff out of his backpack. I stood there shivering while Jean-Nicole grinned and stripped me. She pulled my tights down and didnt even comment when she saw my penis and testicles trying to crawl up inside my body. When she saw my leg, her grin quickly disappeared. Anna, Davids been bitten by something, she almost yelled. Anna quickly scrambled over to me and looked carefully at my leg. Its not bad, just scratches, she said. Ill treat it in a few minutes. She gave my dick a quick yank, maybe to start the blood flowing back into it, maybe to make me think of something other than my wound, and then turned her attention back to Toby. I stood there shivering while Jean-Nicole and Petra helped me put on my dry clothes. James was waiting with a blanket. I didnt protest when he draped it over me. While they were stripping me and getting me dressed, I watched Iain and Anna strip Toby and get him clad in dry clothes. Anna pulled his penis once and he yelped but he smiled. They wrapped him in a blanket too. Anna checked the back of his head and said he had a goose egg and might have a mild concussion. She was looking at me when she said it and I knew what she wasnt saying: that we had no way to treat a severe concussion and we needed to watch Toby closely for the next few days. She looked at my leg again. I had tried to will it not to bleed and maybe that had helped. The scratches were elongated but not deep and they were burning and painful. Nurse Anna was prepared: she coated the scratches with an antibiotic ointment and wrapped a bandage around my calf. She looked up at me with concern on her face and I again knew what she wasnt saying: that the fish, whatever they were, were dangerous and might have caused real injury to Toby or me. I was just thankful for my cool response and my enhanced strength in getting Toby out of the water. We got organized again and continued our walk. Iain took the point with Caitlyn at his side, Pyotr and Petra followed them, Jean-Nicole and James stayed with Toby, watching him, and Anna and I brought up the rear. Over one more hill, we found Iains Beach and immediately began preparations to spend the night. It was just as beautiful as before: an almost-circular opening surrounded on all sides by rocks with only a narrow pass out to the sea. Most of the opening was quiet turquoise-colored water and the beach was a semi-circular expanse of almost-white sand. It was a beautiful mythical place. Fire was our first goal. I found a piece of soft driftwood and used Little Boy to scrape off tinder while the others scoured the area where the beach and cliff met for drift wood. The beach itself was clear. The fact that all the driftwood was at the base of the rocky cliff told me that waves did break through the narrow pass. As soon as the punk caught a spark and I had a fire going, I put a few small sticks on the tinder and asked Petra and Pyotr to slowly feed it smaller and then larger driftwood. Iain and I spread the plastic sheeting on the beach between the rocks and the fire and we all dropped our backpacks on it. It was probably big enough for the nine of us if we slept close together. I assigned sleeping spaces and nobody complained: Anna and I on one end, next Petra and Pyotr, then Jean-Nicole and James and Toby, with Iain and Caitlyn on the other end. I hoped everybody understood that I was trying to put the most vulnerable on the inside with me and Iain on the protective outsides. Jean-Nicole and Anna and Caitlyn took charge of dinner. James had already gutted the five fish and I let Jean-Nicole use Little Boy to cut off huge boneless fillets. She and Caitlyn arranged the fillets on spear points almost in the fire and then stacked oysters on driftwood near the fire to bake. Before nightfall, we ate our evening meal: fish and oysters and stuff we had brought from home. I was surprised that everybody ate baked oysters with only a little hesitation and I wished that we had got more. The fish was sprinkled with salt water while cooking and tasted great. James fed Lucky and himself with oysters and fish, one bite for himself, one for the pooch. By the time we finished, I had a belly full and was content. I thought of the meal at Napoleons in Flagstaff but I was just as pleased with this one. We pushed the pointed end of spears down in the sand close to the fire and arranged wet clothes on the blunt end. There was no wind where we were and a few minutes later I saw the clothes steaming. We were all sitting or squatting or standing around the fire when I looked up. There was no moon and the sky was brilliant with billions and billions of diamonds. I looked down for a moment and saw the others looking up. Caitlyn turned to Iain and whispered something in his ear. He shook his head no. She spoke to all of us. Iain sang something to me once when he was first courting me, she said. Its about a star. Would you like him to sing it for us? Of course we all did. He stood up, pulled her up, and put one arm over her shoulders. You loved me enough to come to me, Caitlyn, so Ill sing it, he said, and in his pure tenor voice, he sang: When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your heart desires Will come to you. If your heart is in your dream No request is too extreme When you wish upon a star As dreamers do. Thats all I remember, he said, quietly. Caitlyn looked up at him and I saw adoration in her face. Nobody applauded. Nobody cheered. All of us were looking at a beautiful young couple and thinking about the song. I had goose bumps all over and I felt like Id experienced something so sacred or spiritual that it overwhelmed me. I looked at Anna and saw tears in her eyes. The plastic sheet was cold and slippery but it was dry. We slowly and quietly settled down to rest for the night. I was tired but not quite ready for sleep. We all took our hooded rain capes and other clothing out of our backpacks, put them on, and positioned the backpacks for pillows. Anna and I put our two blankets together, lay down, and pulled them over us. I watched until all the others had done the same. Anna crawfished backward up against me, I put one leg over hers, one arm over her chest, and scooted as close to her as possible. We lay there for a while listening to the others giggling and laughing and getting settled for the night. There was almost no surf but there was a monotonous susurration as the sea climbed on the beach and retreated. There was a bird something like a whippoorwill calling back up on the mountain and I thought that was strange because I knew birds did not mate in winter. Occasionally a slight breeze moved the cold air over my face. I felt at peace being on a beach with eight other people on a cold night, the only people in the world. I was content that it was a world of my choosing. Anna wiggled around so we were face to face with our arms and legs entwined, found my face with hers, and gave me a quick smack on the lips. Now we were lying together as close as possible. My mouth was inches away from hers and we were breathing the same air. In spite of the cold, I was warm and comfortable and I hoped Anna was too. Do you want to make love with me, David, she whispered. I want you to. Yeah, I think that would be a fine thing to do on a wonderful romantic night like this, I whispered back. It is romantic, isnt it, lying here on a beach on a cold winters night, freezing our butts off? David, I know youre not religious but it would be like something sacred, something to show were part of this wonderful universe. I think it is romantic. OK, but lets wait a little while til everybodys quiet. What did you think of the sex play party we had? I whispered. It was fun, David, she answered What do you want to know? Well, I enjoyed it but I wish it had been a little different, I said. How? Anna, you know me. Ive always got to worry whether Im doing the right thing for everybody. I like for all of us to get together like that but I think there was too much sex and not enough love. I dont want the party to become like a sex orgy where everybody tries to do everything with everybody else. I wish we could hold down on the playing a little so maybe everybody has just one partner and they try to show love for each other, not just have sex. Making love, Anna, not just fucking. I understand and I think youre right, she whispered. I like the idea of everybody having just one partner for the night. Maybe we could come up with a format to do that. Do you want to try? Yeah, I do, I said. Maybe we could let the ladies choose first and then the men could choose a partner when we have the next party. Some of the ladies may be out of action, she said. If they dont want to play, theyll probably have on something under their loin cloth. If they come to the party naked, that could mean they want to play. Thats good, but how do we choose to avoid any arguments or conflicts if two women want the same man? Easy. Well let the girls draw something with a number on it. Number one can choose anybody she wishes and the guy chosen cant refuse. Yeah, maybe that would work but where will they go to make love? I asked. Would they go to a bed chamber or stay in the lounge with everybody else? Let them choose, Anna whispered. I like to see somebody else making love. I like to see them fucking too but I agree we need to make the party into something loving, not just fucking. It beats the hell out of TV either way. I dont mind if someone watches us sometimes. Then after the ladies, the guys have a turn choosing, I said. What if Im first and I choose Petra? Damn, I dont know how that would work? David, you dont have to shove your monster up her pouty little pussy. Maybe shed like to give you a blow-job. You can give her pussy a good licking. It would be up to the partners to decide what they want to do. If they both want to have anal sex, why not? So if I want to shove my monster up Petras bung hole and she agrees, then its OK? Damn, I dont know about that. David, just tell everybody that what they do is OK as long as they both agree. You cant decide for them. Maybe we could have a short warm-up free-for-all at the beginning of each party, I said. You know, where anything goes with anybody else except no fucking. Just foreplay with everybody, huh? Thats good. I like to see you guys sucking each others dicks. Shit, Anna, I didnt mean that. Why not? Would you like to watch Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn licking each others little pussies at the same time? Damn, that would be something to watch but Id like to lick Jean-Nicoles little pussy myself. Caitlyns too. Boy, that would be fun: two servings of hot pussy. Well, maybe the ladies might like to see you and Iain sucking each others dicks at the same time. Two servings of hard dicks. Shit! Well, lets keep thinking about the format for a while. I like the idea of having a single partner for the night and then showing some love for the other while having some good sex. She turned over and kept wiggling and I wondered what she was doing. I slid my hand down, found the bare skin of her hip, slid further down over a long leg, bare foot, and I knew. She had taken her boot off, slid one leg out of her tights, and was now half-ass bare to allow me access to her. I quickly slid my tights down below my balls, set my dick free, and pressed it against her ass. She reached around and started squeezing and stroking it. When it was hard, she lifted her bare leg, I slid it forward, she caught it under the head, I pushed, and she guided the head into her pussy. I started slowly moving forward and retreating. Her pussy was a little dry at first and I was afraid I would hurt her. She pushed her derriere back against me and my dick went in a little further and I felt her internal juices begin to lubricate the head of my dick. She was quiet for a moment and I suppose she was listening. I heard rustling and I rose up to see what the others were doing. The only light came from the flames of the fire. Petra and Pyotr were next to us and in the red glow I saw only one lump with two heads, one above the other, and I couldnt tell which was which. I looked further to see what Jean-Nicole was doing with James and Toby. Two of them had their heads under their blankets and all I saw was one hooded head and some moving mounds. I looked a little further and saw Iains face turned toward me. He was grinning. He was also on top of Caitlyn. I put my mouth next to Annas ear and gave her a whispered report. Then I resumed what I had been doing before the interruption, slowly sliding the head of my dick in and out of my wifes hot pussy. I heard something right next to us. This time, Anna lifted up and looked. I think Pyotrs fucking the hell out of Petra, she said. You should see the blanket flying up and down over his ass. I heard Jean-Nicole squeal and some boys giggling and then two young male voices saying something but I couldnt understand the words. I rose up and looked: now all three of them were under their blankets. Beyond them, I saw Caitlyn, evidently on top of Iain now with her face turned toward me. In the firelight I saw an open mouth and a top row of white teeth. I lay there and eased my dick in and out of Annas pussy in time to the susurration of the sea. She caught my hand in hers and pushed it down to her pussy. I knew what she wanted. I didnt understand why my fingers gave her any more pleasure than her own but she had told me that they did. I curled my hand around, touched the shaft of my dick just where it entered her pussy, and wiped my fingers in her pussy juice. Then I felt for her clitoris, found it, and very gently stroked it with two fingers. A little later she whispered, Im going to turn on my stomach. Can we do it that way? I knew what she wanted. Sometimes she liked to lie on her stomach with my front on her back, her legs together, mine spread over hers, and my forearms supporting most of my weight. She liked to lift her hips a little, just enough for me to get close, and then reach under and guide the head of my dick into her. It was good tight fucking and we both liked it that way. Of course, we both liked it in lots of other positions, probably any position known to humankind. I didnt bother to say yes we can do it that way. She turned on her stomach, I straddled her body, she lifted her derriere and, when I pushed my penis between her legs, she showed it where to go with her fingertips. Her soft ass was a good cushion but it kept me from getting more than half my dick in her. As soon as I was mounted, she began to rub her nubbin while I plowed her field. It was a good way to fuck and she always had a good orgasm. I tried to wait for her to come first. I really did. Then I felt my orgasm grab me by the balls and I shoved it in and began planting my seed. She whined or moaned and I knew she was rubbing harder and just as my coming ended, hers began. I knew the song was right. Anything your heart desires will come to you. Our second night was much more uncomfortable. In mid-afternoon, I saw dark clouds moving in and we began looking for a sheltered place for us to sleep. Before the rain began we found a place at the base of a cliff: a ledge which jutted out far enough to keep us out of the rain. We quickly cut small green branches off trees to spread over the ground and carried dead wood for a fire. By nightfall, the wind was whipping around, a cold rain was falling, and we were huddled together around a big fire. The wind occasionally blew rain into our fire but never enough to extinguish it. Dinner was left-over fish, Nutty Buddies, apples, and water but nobody complained. The night was much colder so we put on all of the clothing we had brought and spread blankets over us again. We barely had room for all nine of us and we settled down in a row, much closer than the previous night: me and Anna under two blankets, Pyotr and Petra under two, Toby and Jean-Nicole and James under three, and Caitlyn and Iain under two. James and Jean-Nicole were facing each other with Toby behind her. Lucky was between James and Jean-Nicole and they were trying to keep him under cover. There was a lot of groping and giggling but I wasnt about to try anything beyond cuddling. I suppose the others felt the same way. As usual, I was spooned up behind Anna with my arm over her. Somehow she managed to guide my hand under all her layers of clothing to her naked breast. She complained about my cold hand but she didnt ask me to remove it. Do you wish you were home in bed? I whispered. Im not complaining, David, she whispered back. I dont think the others are either but Im glad weve got a warm place to return to. Weve got to do this, Anna, I whispered. Weve got to leave our comfortable home and get out in this world occasionally. This whole world is ours now and weve got to begin exploring it. Thats why I wanted to go around the mountain: to see how everybody would handle it, I mean, two or three days of roughing it. I know, David. I want to begin exploring the mainland, I said. We cant stay huddled behind Aimees protective shield forever. I want so much to see whats out there. Why didnt you want to take Iain with you when you and James and Toby killed the wolves? He wanted to go. He understands why not. Hes second in command. If something happens to me, hes got to be the leader of this group. Hes got the intelligence but I wish he was bigger and stronger. Well, you could wait until some more guys arrive, she said, and yawned. Are you sleepy? Yeah. Late in the afternoon of the next day, we trudged into our home, tired, dirty, and smelling of smoke and sweat and sex, but wonderfully alive and happy. We had a communal bath and helped scrub each other but I didnt see a single hard-on. We all squeezed in the warm downdraft of air and used our hands on each other to get the water off. I heard lots of pleasurable moans and giggles but again no boners popped up. Then we all helped in preparing our meal. I think everybody was about like I was: I would have eaten anything put before me, anything that didnt eat me first. Our life quickly returned to normal: washing clothes in the big pool, cooking under Jean-Nicoles direction, working on different projects, some of which were actually important, some just fun, exercising some days, weapons training others. Everybody seemed content to be together and living in our new world. What was our life like? <><><> One morning, Iain and I were sitting out doors on the terrace working on Iain-wood arrows. The day was sunny and half-way warm and we were in a corner sheltered from the wind. The four Mouseketeers and one frisky pooch found us. Iain and I were dressed for outdoors. The four were still wearing only indoor loincloths. They stood there shivering and told me what they wanted. James, Toby, and Pyotr wanted to go exploring. Petra wanted to go too. You guys will have to be responsible for her safety, I said. A man must always protect women and children. We know, David, Toby said. Well watch out for her. Whos going to protect her from you guys? Shit, David, James said. Were not going to try to do anything with her while were gone. We just want to explore and she wants to go with us. Thats all. Whos going to be the leader, you know, the one who carries the Boys, the one who catches hell from me if anything happens to any of you while youre gone? Or my knives? James spoke up first. Toby. I was leader last time. OK, Toby, dont go too far. You can wear the Boys. Youve got to watch the sun and be back here in time for lunch. Aye, aye, Captain. I looked at Petra and Pyotr. Do you two understand that you must obey the leader without question while youre gone? Hes the one who must make decisions about your safety. Hes the one responsible for getting everybody back here safely and on time. They both nodded. I nodded and the Mouseketeers and Lucky ran for the warm indoors. Shortly, four Robin Hood outfitted kids came back out, James and Toby with bows and arrows and spears, Pyotr and Petra with axes holstered at their waist and spears in their hands. I handed the Boys to Toby and he strapped the scabbard around his waist, beaming at having my knives for the first time and knowing I trusted him to be leader. Iain and I watched four beautiful kids and one frisky pooch go down the trail. Lucky must have understood that he was going somewhere. His tail showed his excitement. They returned in time for lunch but they wanted to go somewhere again for the afternoon. They had found a new fishing hole: a place on one of the many streams where the water plunged over large boulders into a deep pool below. They saw fish swimming and, of course, wanted to see what they could catch. Like children begging their father, they asked for my consent and, of course, I gave it. They shoveled their lunch into their famished stomachs and then ran to prepare cane fishing poles. Toby sent the twins for digging tools and I smiled that they had remembered that they would need bait. They came back before dinner, each carrying a stringer full of small bream-like fish, and insisted that we eat them for dinner. The four of them crowded around the sink in the kitchen and I watched as Toby and James showed Pyotr and Petra how to scale the fish and dehead them to prepare them for frying. Jean-Nicole and Anna and Caitlyn were ready to do chef duties. I was famished by the time they put two huge platters of fried fish on the table. Toby showed us how to pull out the back and belly fins leaving only the backbone. That was dinner nothing but delicious little fried fish. I couldnt have wished for anything better and maybe the others couldnt either. <><><> One evening, we built a fire in the big fire pit on the terrace and sat around the roaring flames for hours. The split-log benches I had made were a little uncomfortable but nobody complained. The night was cold but the air was still. We were all heavily dressed and wrapped in blankets, just sitting, talking, laughing, and joking. Iain had asked Aimee to put a couple of songs on our tablets and we sang: Who Threw the Overalls in Ms. Murfrees Chowder and Sit Down, Youre Rocking the Boat. James and Toby kept standing up just before we got to Sit Down so we all yelled SIT DOWN. I suppose we all felt a little strange, outdoors, under a night sky with billions of diamonds, singing to the world when we were the only inhabitants. <><><> Iain worked with us as the New World Chorus a couple of nights. We assembled in the lounge and stood grouped while Iain stood in front directing us. Aimee provided the music and we sang You Are My Sunshine. Iain said he wanted us to bounce it off the walls and we did. Then we sang I Only Have Eyes for You. We had to do that holding hands and looking in boy-girl eyes without laughing. We finally succeeded. Under his direction, I had been practicing Oh, What a Beautiful Morning from the musical Oklahoma. I didnt think the song was ready but he gave me a thumbs-up when I finished. I liked the kisses I got from a certain woman more. Iain sang a couple of Irish songs for us: Danny Boy and Will You Go Lassie Go. I could have listened to his beautiful Irish tenor voice all night. He said he had learned them in a different lifetime and I suppose we all knew what he meant. <><><> On one occasion the four Mouseketeers were in the lounge doing something secretive. Each time I walked past, they hid whatever they were working on. When we called them for dinner, they came in the kitchen and lined up in a row. They all had on mini-loincloths, about one-fourth the size of our regular ones, barely covering their private parts. Their little loincloths were held around their waists by strings. But there were two strings around each waist and I wondered why. They turned around and we saw why: each had a wolf tail hanging down over their crack, tied around their waist by the other string. It was a fine ending to another routine day in paradise. <><><> Life wasnt all fun. We started harvesting our olive crop. We carried blankets and flails to the olive tree grove, spread the blankets under a tree, and then flailed the hell out of the limbs. Have you ever done the Sanibel stoop, picking up seashells? The olive stoop, picking up olives, is much harder on the back. Over the course of three days, we did four trees, about one fourth of the orchard. Then we had the hard work of carrying backpacks full of olives back home. Each of us carried whatever we could for four trips. We packed some in brine, seawater that we had carried up the mountain, and left the others to be pressed for oil. Thats a job for evenings or rainy days. <><><> Once we had a very romantic evening in the center hallway. With the lights down low and Aimee playing quiet music, we danced cheek to cheek, well, not quite when I was dancing with Caitlyn or Petra. We had one extra guy so one of us had to drop out for each song. From the way everybody was smiling and acting toward each other, I thought they were enjoying the evening. Then Iain called for a waltz and we managed a complete circle of the hallway a couple of times. When he called for a polka, we tried, at least I did. That effort soon broke up in laughter. <><><> Anna and I are encouraging everybody to continue with their education. Im studying primitive building techniques in preparation for constructing a building on the mainland. Anna is studying a medical school curriculum and wants to become a doctor as well as a nurse. Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn are studying nursing with Aimees knowledge base and under Annas direction. Iain and Caitlyn are pursuing musical studies and he wants to help somebody else learn to play musical instruments. He has completed introductory physics and is beginning horticulture studies. James and Toby are almost through with sex classes and are still studying English and spending lots of cold rainy days reading. Pyotr and Petra are taking sex instruction under Aimees direction and also reading lots of books. Anna and I would also like to have time to read books on our tablets but we always seem to be too busy. <><><> And thats what our life is like. <><><> On a sunny not-too-cold day, all of us worked on our garden site and had a picnic outdoors. The ladies gathered all the unburned limbs and other debris, piled it over what remained of burned tree stumps, and started a bunch of small fires. At the same time, the guys leveled the garden area by shoveling dirt against the tree trunks which were arranged like a retaining wall. I used a mattock to cut tree roots and to loosen the soil so the others could shovel. Anna and Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn use rakes to help smooth the soil. As usual James and Toby kept up a constant stream of joking and laughing and the other two Mouseketeers joined in. We worked during the warmest part of the day and then climbed back up the short distance to home. It was a good work session and I was pleased with the way everybody had pitched in to help. From the way everybody giggled and horsed around on the way back, I assumed they felt the same way. We were all dirty and smelling of wood smoke so we all stripped in the hallway and threw our dirty clothes in an unused bed chamber. Then we had a communal shower and I was pleased that everybody helped bathe someone else with what seemed like real love and affection. James and Toby didnt even get hard-ons but their penises werent far from it. We dressed in loincloths for our evening meal, leftovers from the previous day. James sliced two loaves of bread, Toby and Pyotr dressed it with olive oil and grated cheese or garlic, they toasted it, and we ate every crumb. Afterwards we sat around two tables in the kitchen talking and having fun. James wanted me to tell everybody what I had done as a soldier. I gave them an honest but slightly sanitized version. However, I couldnt avoid telling them about the jihadists I had killed. I dont suppose the twins had heard of my military service. They were sitting there with open mouths and bug-eyes. I asked James to tell everybody how we killed the bear and we had more bug-eyes. Then Caitlyn changed the subject and wanted Anna to tell everybody how we had met and fallen in love and I learned a few things I didnt know about how she gradually surrendered to loving me. After that, I took Annas hand to lead her to our bed chamber. I wanted to make love to her, not just have sex with her, not just fuck her, but really to show her how much I loved her. We made a short detour to the toilet, separately, and then to the bathing chamber, together. We used washcloths on our hands and faces and then, when we left, Anna took our wet washcloths with her. I knew what that meant: that she expected us to make a mess together. I grabbed a couple of dry ones. I knew she wouldnt want to sleep with a wet one between her legs. She wandered around our bed chamber brushing her hair for a while and I knew better than to interrupt while she was counting. I enjoyed watching my naked wife getting ready for bed. When she finished with her hair, she brushed mine. I sat there on the edge of the bed, looking up at her beautiful breasts, looking down at the little split mound between her thighs, covered now by short pubic hair since we had stopped using Nor. I counted while she gave my hair one hundred strokes. It was down on my shoulders now and I had thought of letting someone trim it but I liked it long. It felt good in cold weather and in hot weather I tied a strip of cloth around my head to hold it back. After I counted one hundred, I put my arms around her, pulled her up close to me, and put my face between her breasts. I took a few deep breaths and inhaled the clean womanly smell of her, then turned my head so my cheek was pressed against her. I love you, Anna, I whispered. Im so glad you came to me and became my wife. When I first came here and I didnt know why and I didnt know whether you would ever come to me, I was so depressed and miserable I thought of killing myself. Now, I hope I can live to be a hundred with you beside me for all those years. She didnt say anything. She put both hands on my head and pressed me against her. Would you let me love you tonight? I asked. I want to do things that please you. I dont want you doing anything for me. Just let me love you. I looked up at her. She was smiling down at me but there were tears in her eyes. Whats wrong? I asked. Why are you crying? Theres nothing wrong, David, she answered. Im not crying. These are happy tears. I wrapped my hands around her derriere and rolled with her back into the bed alcove. We ended up chest to chest and belly to belly with our faces hardly an inch apart, both my arms around her, pulling her against me, hers both around me, our legs interlocked. I wasnt sexually aroused. My penis was warm and distended but what I felt didnt cause it to become erect. I shut my eyes, put my cheek against hers, and just held her as close to me as I could. If she felt the same emotions I did, we both wanted to be one with each other in love and in our bed and in our home. I kissed the tip of her nose, kissed her all over her face, turned my head at an angle, touched my lips to hers, and waited. She turned to an opposite angle, and, for a moment, we kissed like innocent children. Then she touched my lips with her tongue and I opened to her and quickly pushed my tongue into her mouth. She tried to catch it but I withdrew too fast. Just as quickly, she stuck her tongue in my mouth and withdrew. I tongued her again and waited, ready. When she reciprocated, I tried to suck her tongue into my mouth. She got away from me and giggled. We played at kissing for a minute or two and then that wasnt enough. I gently pushed her down on her back and she smiled up at me. I cupped one hand under her breast with my thumb on the nipple. It was already hard and pointed, not soft and almost flat like they are when shes not aroused. I thumbed the nipple a few times and then scooted down on the bed and took it in my mouth. I sucked gently, nothing urgent, like a baby whos already got a belly full, and I let my hand wander down over her ribs, over her flat stomach, until I felt the little patch of barely-there soft pubic hair. I stopped. I wanted to tease her. I didnt want to hurry to my goal. I stroked up and down on the inside of her thighs, on skin that was smoother and softer than any babys butt. She moaned almost inaudibly. I moaned back. My hand moved closer and closer to her center but I didnt want to touch her there yet. I used just two fingers to stroke her labia majora, her big lips, which enclose her labia minora, her little lips, her nymphae, and extend downward and backward from her mons pubic to her perineum. I remembered the night she taught me those names for her good parts and how we had giggled and played and then made love. My penis woke up and was interested in what I was doing. I waited until it was completely hard and then pressed it against her hip. She put one hand down and stroked it, pulling on it gently. It was my turn to moan. I kept gently nursing at first one breast and then the other and she put her hand behind my head and encouraged me. Finally, with just one finger, I stroked the little lips, just the lightest of touches. She moaned again. I moaned back and then, I couldnt help it, I snickered, giggled, chuckled, whats the right word? Finally I let my finger wander down as far as it would go on her pussy, back to her vagina, eased it into her until I felt her warm wetness, twirled it around a few times, and then brought it up through her lips until I felt, where they come together, the little bump of her clitoris. So I played with her for a while, my moving finger teasing from vagina to clitoris with just the lightest of touches. Each time my finger wandered back to her vagina, it pushed into her a little deeper. Then I used two fingers, rubbing up and down, into her drooling vagina, up through the little lips, now splayed to each side, to her still hidden but accessible clitoris. And all the while, I kept nursing at her breasts and she kept moaning until I decided to do something else to please her. I moved down on the bed, tugged her legs apart, lifted them, knees akimbo, reached up and grabbed a pillow, and when she lifted stuffed it under her derriere. I tried to lie down but, in the bed alcove, my legs couldnt find room. I lifted my calves straight up in the air and that worked. I reached under my belly, positioned my hard-on to be comfortable, told it to wait a while, and then lowered my head. Even before my tongue touched her, I could smell her arousal, the scent of a woman who is ready for her mans penis. Then I licked her from her perineum, up through the wide-spread lips of her pussy, on to her clitoris, still hiding under its hood. I knew that hers always stayed hidden and just barely peeked out when the hood was pulled up. I also knew that she liked just the lightest of touches, preferably from my tongue, not my finger, since that was almost too much on her sensitive button. I knew that I could bring her to orgasm with just my tongue licking her clitoris and she also liked the additional feeling of my two fingers in her vagina. She didnt like fast finger fucking. She liked gentle ins and outs and arounds and arounds. So I persisted at something I loved to do for her until she started moaning continuously, until she reached down and put her fingertips on my temples, until she cursed, Oh, shit! and shoved her pussy at my face, until she grabbed two handfuls of hair, and tried to pull my head into her vagina. I was horny as hell but I didnt want to be on top of her and let my beast loose. I wanted her to be on top of me and to choose what she wanted. I moved up beside her and flopped on my back. I held my penis straight up with both hands and waited. After a minute or so, she lifted her head, looked at what I was offering, and smiled at me. I smiled back. She roused herself from the little death, swung one long leg over me, settled on her knees, and eased down on my waiting penis. Without a word, what was there to be said, she slowly sank down until all of my penis disappeared into her. Finally she groaned, a low guttural growl, and began to move up and down. I held my hands up, fingers splayed, offering her something to hold onto, and she laced her fingers through mine. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the woman I loved moving up and down on my penis. At first she simply rode, up and down, and then after a while she added another movement, a pelvic roll. I knew that brought pressure on her clitoris and she was one step closer to coming again. Finally she whinnied, thats the only word to describe the sound, and I felt her vagina clamp down on the shaft of my penis. I had endured all I could. I grabbed her by her hips, lifted her up a few inches, and again and again shoved my penis into her as fast as possible. A split second later, my body erupted in an agonizingly pleasurable spasm and thats when it happened again. I was not just me. I was her and she was me and we were one. I felt our vagina clenching around our penis again and again and our semen was ejected against her gasping cervix. It lasted just seconds and then my half separated from her half and we were two separate individuals again. It was good. It was perfect. It was what every man or woman strives for when making love reaches its peak: to be one with their lover. She asked if we could roll over without letting my penis escape from her vagina. I was content to be on the bottom but if she wanted me on top I didnt object. I wrapped both legs around hers, my arms around her chest, and we rolled and her vagina kept its grip on my penis. We had to sort out arms and legs again. I put my forearms beside her so I could keep most of my weight off her and put my legs together. She wrapped her arms around my chest, folded herself almost in half, and locked her ankles over my ass. I looked down at her smiling face and smiled back at her. In the afterglow, we lay there in our bed, me on top of her, wrapped up in her arms and legs, and my semi-hard penis asking if it could stay in her wet warmth. I didnt feel any need to talk. I felt we had said it all with our bodies. Then I started thinking about what we had done, how we had shared our bodies and our love, and how I felt knowing I loved her and she loved me. What are you thinking? she whispered. About love, the way I feel about you. A few nights ago I was thinking about all the challenges we face in this world and I was apprehensive and depressed about facing up to the responsibilities. I was sitting on the side of the bed, like tonight, and you came in here and I pulled you against me and closed my eyes and you held my head against your breasts. I think I absorbed something from you and it was like something flowed out of you and into me and I knew I could do anything with your love. Does that make sense? Yes, David, it makes perfect sense to me. I can face this world with your love. I worry about the others, Anna. I know everybody needs love and I try my best to love James and Toby like a father. Pyotr too. Women are always a mystery to me and I try to love Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole and Petra. I know one thing. They need love just like men do. What about Iain? You didnt mention him. I love him too, Anna, but I have a hard time sorting out my feelings for him. Why? Hes a very lovable young man. Anna, Ive kissed him a few times and each time Ive wanted to let the beast loose with him. Ive kissed James and Toby and it was just fun, just sex play, but with Iain its different. With him, its almost overpowering, like I cant control it. Do you mean you wanted to fuck him? I dont know. Ive always said I dont like anal sex, not with women, especially not with men. I dont know whether I want to fuck him or maybe I want him to fuck me. May I watch? Anna, dont joke about it. Im serious. The way I love you is totally different from the way I love Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole and even little Petra. The way I love him is different from the way I love James and Toby and Pyotr. Ive tried to sort it out, to understand it, but I cant. David, know one thing. I love you and Im not going to stop no matter what you do. Youre my man now, damn it, and youre going to give me a bunch of children. When can I start? Soon. I think youre going to be a father before year two is over. Thats good. I suppose youll have to breast feed the little squealer; wont you. Of course, what else can I do? Well, if he doesnt get all your milk sometimes, would you let me have a little. David, youre bad. I was almost asleep when I heard her whisper. Yeah, you can have some. She paused for a moment. David, after our last play party, I stopped taking the birth-control pill. That woke me up. Did I just get you pregnant? I dont know. Maybe. I want you to make love to me every day until the time for my next period. Then well know. Damn! Me! A father! Yeah, damn, and me a mother. That scares me, Anna: creating a new life out of our love. It scares me too, David, but I want it. I want to have children with you. She wiggled from side to side, moved her legs higher so that her locked ankles were on my back with one heel on the crack of my ass, tightened her arms around my chest, and settled down again. My semi-soft penis remained sunk to my balls in her pussy. Something occurred to me. I lifted my head and looked down in her eyes. They were grinning at me, if thats possible. Why did you want me to get on top? She giggled. Youve given me a load of your semen and its mine now. I want that semen to stay puddled right there on my cervix so your sperm can swim through and find my egg. Is that why you want to be in this position? To help you get pregnant? Uh, huh. Damn! <><><> Our newest arrival came thirty-two days after the twins. The first time I saw her, sleeping peacefully in Aimees lounge chair, I stood quietly and marveled at the beauty of the young girl. A few days later, I knew she was the teenager from hell. Aimee called Anna and me very early that morning, telling us that the girl had arrived, was sleeping peacefully, and was normal in her vital signs. I glanced at the clock as we were leaving our bedchamber and saw that it was a little after five oclock. In Aimees room, the young girl was sleeping on her side, knees drawn up, arms crossed in front of her chest, small breasts partially hidden. At first glance I guessed her age as the mid-teens. I walked around behind her, saw a little crease between her legs, and almost changed my mind. The little split mound was completely hairless with no inner lips protruding. There, she looked like a little girl not yet into puberty. Anna and I quietly continued to walk around her. I was holding Annas hand as usual and we were both studying our newest family member intently. Back in front of her, we both stood side by side, my arm over Annas shoulders, hips touching, just looking at the beautiful young girl. She was another tall thin girl, probably as tall as Jean-Nicole, taller than Caitlyn. Her hair was an unusual red color, almost bronze, and it was long and tangled. One little pink ear was showing. Her face was peaceful in sleep, long eyelashes, cute nose, red lips looking dry or chapped, and small chin. There was one distinctive feature of her skin: she had freckles, lots of them, thousands, and her milky white skin just made them more pronounced. On her face, they stood out on her forehead but they were heaviest on her cheeks just below her eyes. They covered her shoulders and arms and chest almost down to her breasts and then abruptly stopped. From her breasts on down, abdomen, thighs, calves, her skin was just flawless and milky white with no freckles. At the apex of her thighs, I saw a pubic patch of bright-red hair and that seemed strange since the view from behind of her vulva was so hairless. She moved one arm and I looked at her uncovered breast, small, perfect with a faintly-pink areole and a little pinker nipple. It looked like that of a young girl a few years past the start of puberty. I wanted to put my mouth there and suck. Anna bumped me with her hip and smiled up at me. Get the blanket, she whispered. I unfolded the blanket we kept in the room for female arrivals, handed one corner to Anna, and we gently laid the blanket over her. I stepped back to let Anna awaken her. She put her hand on the girls shoulder and gently shook her. Shit! Leave me thfuck alone, the girl moaned. Oh, shit, I thought. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Four Im hungry, she finally said. What did you bring for lunch? I had brought the simplest of fare: bread and cheese and olives. The bread was a round loaf that the cook called an Italian bull. To go with it I had a piece of Bchette Cendre fromage and a wedge of Camembert fromage. With the bread and cheese I had two more navel oranges and bottled water. The cheeses and olives had been part of a care package from my L'Hritier relatives in France. The bread came from our mess hall. I knew that what the cook was calling a bull was really a boule. In a caf in France, Id eaten bread something like the bull that was called pan de horno. She looked at me with raised eyebrows, smiled, and then shook her head when I told her what Id heard it called. I just smiled back. Where did you get cheese like this? Anna asked with her first bite of the Bchette Cendre. Magic, I said. Im trying to impress you. Well, Im certainly impressed. I almost brought some wine but Ive sworn off until I come back. She looked at me, unsmiling, and I looked back. We both knew where I was going. We sat there on the blanket, in the shade of the beech tree, naked as the day we were born, and ate our lunch. We ate all the Bchette Cendre and the Camembert, all the olives, and most of the bread. Again, I peeled one orange and let her peel the other. From the orange juice, we both ended up with sticky hands and mouths. I licked my mouth clean while watching her. She did the same and I watched in fascination as her pink tongue circled her lips again and again. I licked my fingers clean while she watched and then leaned forward toward her with my mouth open. She held out her fingers one by one and I sucked them clean. I tried to tell my penis not to think about it. While we were eating, I sat Indian-fashion with my legs crossed, letting it all hang out. After they recovered from the cold water, my testicles hung down on the blanket and my penis drooped down almost as far. I caught her more than once looking at my display but I didnt mind since she was sitting the same way and I kept looking between her legs. Her pubic hair was almost all I could see. There was a little ridge or something in the middle of all the hair and I wanted to see where it led but I couldnt. After I sucked the orange juice off her fingers, I slowly and deliberately raised my legs, knees bent and slightly apart, and rested my arms on my knees. I knew my penis and testicles would be prominently displayed for her to see and I wanted her to see them. She watched me change position, looked down between my legs, looked back up at my face, and then smiled. Oh, so slowly, she changed position too, until she was sitting in exactly the same way, displaying herself for me. Her pubic hair thinned out where her mound extended back between her legs and I could see the closed lips between the plump mounds on each side. She kept her eyes directed between my legs. I suppose she knew I wanted to see her hidden sex. I suppose she was also watching to see what effect the sight of it had on me. When my penis began to lift in a salute to her, she watched, grinning, until it was standing up proud. Then she stood up and held out her hand to me. Youre being bad, David. I think you need to go back to the pool, she said. We made another trip to the pool where we splashed each other with more cold water and, when my penis lost its stiffness, we returned to the blanket. We sat there, a few feet apart, while she ran her fingers through her wet hair. I watched in enthrallment the way her breasts changed shape as she lifted her arms. Her nipples looked hard and at least a half-inch long. I wanted them in my mouth. I had no idea what she wanted to do or would allow me to do except that I had promised her that she would be safe with me. Her response that I might not be safe from her left me wondering what she wanted. I knew I would willingly do anything except for perhaps one thing. If I kept my promise, I wouldnt try to get my penis in her vagina. I wasnt sure I could keep it. We sat there for a minute or so and then she lay down on the blanket and put her head on her boot pillow again. Her knees were bent upward and I could see between her legs two tightly-closed lips, nothing more but it was enough to make me hunger for her again. I sat there looking at her and I wanted her so much it was almost painful. Quit looking at me, David, she said, smiling at me. Lay down here with me and lets talk. I knew she didnt mean it because she was displaying herself so provocatively. I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to will my thoughts away from the image of her, and just sat there beside her. I wanted to lay down with her, even on top of her, between her legs, with my penis in her vagina, but I knew I couldnt. I just sat there, looking at her. What do you want to talk about? I asked. David, would you like to take me to the Heartache Hotel next weekend? she asked, out of the blue. The Heartache Hotel wasnt really named that. It was called that by the trainees at our base. It was just a hotel owned by one of many hotel chains but it was the closest really nice one, only forty miles away. Supposedly, the base commander had developed a relationship with the hotel management and as a result all trainees who went there received good care. My heart leaped at her question but my head made me calm down before I answered. Id like to take you, Anna, but Im not sure thats the right thing to do. Before I could continue, she sat up and turned on me angrily. Well, if you dont want to take me, maybe Ill find someone who will. I didnt want to make her angrier so I sat there for a minute or so, trying to think of how to answer her. Well, will you take me? she asked again. Im not going to beg you. I could tell that her flame was past simmer and almost on boil. Anna, will you let me tell you why I answered that way, without getting angry at me? She sat there frowning and looked at me for a minute. Please, I said. Just let me explain. The magic word seemed to calm her down at little. OK, but just remember, Im not some little thing you can make decisions for and Ill keep my mouth shut, she said. I know Im a bitch sometimes but I have a mind of my own and I dont need a guy thinking for me. I know that, Anna, I said. And I wouldnt change you. Well, just dont forget it, she said and smiled at me. Perhaps her anger had faded already. The reason I said that is simple, Anna. I told you I wouldnt hurt you and I wont let anybody or anything hurt you if I can help it. Maybe Im beginning to love you. I dont understand what Im feeling but I know I dont want to hurt you. Ive got to think about it before I make love with you. I dont want to hurt you by making love to you. Your dicks not that big, David, she said, and smiled again. Im not talking about my penis, I mean, my dick. Why do you always refer to it as your penis? she asked, still smiling at me. Why dont you call it your dick or your willy or something like that? Its just habit, Anna, maybe something I learned from Grandfather. I called it my dick once around him and he corrected me. He said a dick was a guy named Richard and a Willy was a guy named William but a penis was always a penis because nobody ever named their son Penis. I almost wet my pants laughing when he told me that. She laughed and said, Well, call it your penis then. Sometimes I call it Dog. Dog? I curled my fingers around in a circle and moved my hand up and down. Yeah, when I call it, it always comes. That got a giggle out of her. She suddenly got serious again. What do you mean when you say you dont want to hurt me? Im talking about the way youre going to feel about me if we make love and then I go on my mission and I dont come back. I dont understand. Anna, isnt it true that, if a woman yields herself to a man, if she lets him make love to herisnt it true that a woman wants a man to be with her after that and care for her and provide for her and protect her? Doesnt she especially want the man to help care for any child she might have as a result of what they do? Yes, David, I suppose thats true but you cant get me pregnant. Ive had an implant. I hate the thing but they require all female trainees to have one. I know that and Im not worried about you getting pregnant. Im worried about you and your feelings. Evolution has shaped women in ways that cant be changed just because were beginning to use contraceptives. What will it do to you if I dont come back, if weve had a weekend when we make love with each other? I warn you Im not going to do it just once and then be satisfied. Im going to make up for years of wanting. If we go to the hotel, wed better take something to eat because Im not going to let you out of the room until we come back. Im goingdamn, I dont know anything except that I want you and Im not going to be easily satisfied. Thats fine with me but we dont have to take anything to eat. They have room service. Some of the girls say its quite good. We can do room service if you can stop fucking me long enough. Say that again! I said. What? The last part of what you just said. You mean about you fucking me. Yeah, thats it. Im going to fuck you, Anna. Im going to fuck you and then make love to you and then fuck you again and then make love to you some more and then fuck you until finally I cant get it up. I want to fuck you for the rest of your life. I want to make love to you for the rest of my life. I want to fuck you when that implant is gone so I can get you pregnant with our child. Then I want to fuck you so we can have our next child and the next and the next. I dont ever want to grow old and not want to fuck you. Is that a threat or a promise? Its a promise, Anna, but I told you: I need to think about it before we do it. Are you doing it just because you feel sorry for meabout my life and what I told you this afternoon? I dont want that. I dont know, David. Maybe thats part of it but its not the real reason. I just want you to make love to me. I want to feel you come inside me. I want you to come back to me. I want to give you a reason to live. I want you to want me so much youll crawl through hell to get back to me. I want to tie you to me so theres something pulling you back to me. I dont want you to die. Is that so bad? Im sure lots of women have let a man make love to her so hell have something to hold on to, something that makes him want to return. Theres something else Ive got to think about, I said. If I go on my mission and you go on yours, whatever it is, how is it going to affect you in your mission if you know Im not coming back? Will you give up andand let them kill you too? David, missions for women arent like those for men, she said. Were mainly trained to be eyes and ears. We have training on killing too but were not really expected to do that. Were usually assigned somewhere for three months and then were brought back out and we unload everything weve learned. Ill have no communication with anybody for those three months. I probably wont know what happened to you until I come back. Anna, youve got to understand something about me, I said. For most of my life, Ive struggled with knowing whats right and whats wrong, without a father to help me. Grandfather helped me but he always left it up to me to determine the right thing to do. I cant yield that decision to you. I cant let you talk me into doing something, even though its what I want more than anything else in the world. Im the one who has to decide if its the right thing for us to go to the Heartache Hotel. I cant hurt you. Is that love? I wont hurt you. I think Im beginning to love you. I want to care for you and protect you from hurt. Can you live with that? She looked at me without any expression on her face. Finally she gave me her answer. Yes, David, I can live with it. You make the decision and Ill know youre doing the right thing either way and its because you love me. We both sat and looked at each other for a minute or so. Finally she broke the silence. David, I want you to know one thing before you decide. I want you to go with me to the Heartache Hotel. I want to know what its like to be loved by you. I want you to know what its like to be loved by me. Were going to be good together, so fucking good fucking each other. No matter what happens to us, Ill be strong. Im a stubborn, tough, determined woman. I can be a real bitch sometimes! Ill be OK! May I give you an answer tomorrow morning at breakfast? I cant think clearly about it when Im near you. Yes, but David, theres one more thing I want to say, she said. What? She lay back down with her head on her boot pillow and held out her arms to me. I love you, she whispered, smiling at me. At first I couldnt say anything. Id wanted so much to hear those words. I knew I was no good at being romantic but I knew what I wanted to say. I love you too, Anna. I love you. I love you Shut up, David, she said, interrupting me, grinning at me. You only need to say it once. Now come here! I lay down beside her, leaned over her, and looked in her eyes for a minute or so, both of us solemn and unsmiling. Slowly I brought my face down until my lips touched her and I closed my eyes. We kissed at first with closed lips, like a twelve-year boy and an eleven-year old girl might do. That wasnt enough for me and I suppose it wasnt enough for her. She opened her lips and I felt her tongue touch my lips and I opened to her and began to drown in her. After a while, she put her hands against my chest and pushed me slightly away from her. David, there are lots of things we can do with each other without going all the way, she whispered. Do you want to? Yeah, I whispered back and put my hand on her breast. Im trusting you to hold back, David, she whispered. When youre on top of me ramming that big dick of yours in me, I want a good mattress under my back. OK, I whispered back. Youll have it. I really didnt know how to pleasure her. Except for the first woman I had made love with when I was fourteen, Id fleetingly had my hand on the breasts of a couple of other women, before I hungrily moved on to the parts that would give me the relief that I needed so much. But I wanted to make it good for her and I knew I should be slow and gentle. I kept kissing her while I played with her breasts, cupping my hand underneath them, catching the hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, stroking them. She moaned so I assumed she liked what I was doing. I felt my penis grow even harder and I moved closer to her until it pressed against her side. She wiggled one arm between us and took it in her hand. She started moving her hand back and forth on it and I was afraid Id come much too early. I reached down and held her hand still. Just hold it, I whispered into her open mouth. Dont make me come yet. I returned my hand to her breast but she caught it and moved it down between her legs. She bent her legs, knees raised, and spread them wide, giving me easy access to her. I cupped my hand over her mound and held it for a minute or so before I began to explore. We kept kissing each other, open mouths and moving tongues, while I used my middle finger to seek out the way into her. I parted her labia, moved my finger down to her vagina, and let it slowly slide into her. She moaned again. I pushed my finger in as deep as I could and moved it around and around. She kept moaning. It had been years since my first sexual experiences and I had forgotten how it felt to get my finger in a womans vagina. The heat and wet silken smoothness of it amazed me. I moved down so that my face was above her breasts, looked at them for a second, and then took the nipple of her left breast in my mouth. I sucked on it while I explored her vagina with first one finger and then two. Within a minute or so, my fingers were totally wet from her and I moved them up a little to where I knew her clitoris was supposed to be. In most of my previous encounters with a woman, Id been in a hurry to get my penis in her vagina. Id never tried to find her clitoris so I could bring her to orgasm. It never entered my mind that she wouldnt be satisfied by simple fucking. However, I wanted Anna to come first. I wanted to satisfy her before I reached my own release. I wanted to please her, to bring her to orgasm, while I waited for my turn and I didnt mind waiting. At first, I couldnt find her clitoris. I knew it was where her inner labia joined together. Then I felt a hard bump there and I knew Id found it. I alternated between kissing her and loving her breasts and at the same time switched between inserting two fingers in her vagina and rubbing her clitoris with the same fingers. I didnt know what I was doing and whether or not I was doing it right. Then she started groaning, almost whining, and I knew I was. When she started moving her pelvis against my hand, I guessed that she was probably close. Then she reached down, caught my hand, and pushed it down so that my fingers were deep within her. I felt something contracting and relaxing on my fingers and I knew Id succeeded. Like a twelve-year-old boy, I was proud of myself. I had made her come. I didnt want to take my fingers out of her but I didnt know whether she wanted me to or not. I held my hand still and just lay there beside her looking down at her. Her hair was damp and tangled and her face was devoid of makeup but she was still beautiful to me. I watched her face as she gradually relaxed, her eyes opened, and she smiled at me. You lied to me again, David, she whispered. What now? You said you didnt know anything about women. It seems to me you know enough. You knew enough to be slow and gentle with me. You made me come and it was a good orgasm, David. Of course, I was a little bit horny and that helped. Im glad you enjoyed it, I said. Oh, I did, David. I really enjoyed it. Now are you ready for your turn? What do you have in mind? I asked. She sat up suddenly, pushed me down flat on my back, and straddled my legs. She tugged my legs together and then sat down on my thighs just above my knees. Oh, Ill think of something, she said, as she put one hand on my testicles and wrapped the other around my penis. Just be slow and gentle with me, I said, and she looked back at my face and saw me grinning. She grinned back at me and then looked down at my groin. She sat and looked for a minute, leaning to one side and then the other. Doesnt it hurt? she asked. What? Your balls, she answered Ones caught down between your legs and the others on top of it. It looks like youve just got one. I put my hands behind my head, like I was going to do a crunch, rose up, and looked down. My penis was in the way. I rose up a little higher, held my penis down against my stomach, and looked again. It looked like I had just one testicle and my scrotum was stretched tightly over it. Its a little uncomfortable, I said It doesnt really hurt. Pull the other one out. Like I told you, be gentle. I watched as she pushed her fingers down between my legs, and then brought them up under my scrotum. I couldnt help but smile. She was so intent on rescuing the other testicle and the tip of her tongue was sticking out between her lips. She pushed up from below, pulled gently from above, and succeeded in getting both of my testicles free. Of course, you could have just moved your legs apart a little and I wouldnt have had so much trouble, she said. I know but I wouldnt have had so much fun, I said. She cupped her hand under my scrotum and lifted my testicles, pushed them to one side and then the other, all the while intently looking at what she was doing. Why do you have hair all around your balls but theres not much on them? I never thought about it, I said. Theyre just the ones I was issued. Well, theyre big too. I guess everything about you is big. Im glad. I think youre man enough for me. I hope so. I really want to be your man. I want it so much, Anna. Oh, you will be, she said, looking at me and grinning. For the rest of your life, youre going to be my man. She leaned over suddenly, held my penis straight up, and took the head in her mouth. I shut my eyes, put my head back down on my boot pillow, and let her have her way with me. She moved her head up and down, short strokes, so that her lips slid up and down on just the head, not down on the shaft. One hand cupping my testicles, the other holding my penis, her lips just barely moving up and down on the head, I couldnt believe it. I wondered if I was about to get a blow job, as all the guys call it, but I dont know why since she certainly wasnt blowing on it and it didnt seem that much like a job to me. She used her mouth on me for a minute or two and then stopped, straightened up, and just used her hand on me. I opened my eyes, did a good crunch with my hands behind my head, lifted up off the blanket, and watched. Do you like that? she asked. From the grin on her face, she knew the answer. I just nodded. She was moving her hand up and down on my penis, slowly all the way up until my foreskin covered the head and then down until the head was uncovered and the skin on the shaft was stretched tightly down. Youve got a six pack, she said. I guess it looks more like an eight-pack, the way the muscles on your stomach stand out. How can you hold yourself up like that? Im just doing a crunch, I answered. Its easy when youre sitting on my legs. I do forty every day plus some other good exercises. Its all part of my training. When we were in the pool, I could feel your dick between my legs, sort of pressed up against my pussy, she said. Yeah, I felt it too, I mean, I felt your pussy on my dick. Wow, you can say dick and pussy. You just said them in the same sentence. Anna, its just habit. It doesnt bother me to use other names. I wonder what it would feel like, you know, me sitting on your dick. I dont mean with it in me, just with it pressed down against your stomach and me sitting on it. Why dont you find out? She moved upward on me until her mound was directly above my penis, and then settled down with her hands on my chest, sort of like a hen settling on eggs. I looked down and saw just the head of my penis sticking out from under her. I felt the heat and wetness of her on the under shaft of my penis and on my scrotum. I put my head back down and watched her. She started moving on me, sliding back and forth along the length of my penis, shifting her weight from hip to hip, bending her back or rolling her pelvis, all the while watching intently. She slid her hands around on my chest from the hair in the center up and down on my stomach, palms sliding up over my nipples to my shoulders and then sliding back down toward my navel. I suppose she was trying different movements to learn what felt good. I lay there and watched what she was doing in amazement. She must have found some combination of movements that felt good to her because she started sliding back and forth with a pelvic twist when she started moving back. My penis and balls were almost dripping from the secretions she smeared all over me and she slid easily. I dont suppose she knew it but she had discovered something I liked too. She slid forward until my penis was out of sight under her and I felt the hard bump of her clitoris rubbing just under the head of my penis. At first I couldnt believe she could make me come that way but, as she continued riding me, I began to believe. After a few minutes, I knew I was going to come without having my penis in her vagina and without anybodys helping hand. In another minute or so, I shut my eyes and let it happen. I squirted out one stream after another of hot semen on my stomach. She must have felt the contractions in my penis because she went into what can only be described as a frenzy. Her eyes were closed and her face looked like she was in agony. Her fingers were trying to rip the skin off my chest and her pussy seemed to be grasping at my penis. I expected her to make one too many wild movements, catch my penis with her vagina, and shove herself down on it. I wanted her to. But she didnt. She just rode me at a hard gallop and then slowed down to a trot and then stopped. I did another crunch and looked down at my stomach. The head of my penis was barely peeking out of her pubic hair and semen was running off on both sides of my stomach. I couldnt believe I came like that. Id never imagined anything like it. She sat there on me, breathing deeply, for a minute or so. Then she opened her eyes, smiled wickedly at me, and looked down. I think youve got to go back to the pool, David, she said. Youve made a mess all over yourself. The pools out in the direct sunlight now, I said. Youve got to go with me. I wouldnt want you to get overheated. Well, the waters cold. You can just hurry and get in. I think Ill let you go by yourself. I grabbed her arms, pulled her down on me, then wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly against me. When I raised my head, she met me in a kiss. I think youd better get in too. Youve got semen smeared all over your stomach, I said. After another trip to the pool, we returned to the blanket. This time she lay against me with her head on my shoulder and one leg thrown over both of mine. She played with the hair on my chest while we talked. Youve got to come back to me, David, she said. Were going to be good together. Thats the first time Ive ever come with a man and you havent even gotten your dick in me yet. The second time was just as good as the first. You came again? I couldnt tell. Well, your dick wasnt in my pussy. If it had been, Id have pinched it off. Im not through, Anna, I said. Maybe youll come another time or two. If I do, Im going to make sure you do too. May I say I love you if I just say it once? You may say it a million times if you want to, she said. Once is enough. I wish you could know how happy I am to hear you say it. I want to come back to you, Anna. Youve given me hope and made me believe I can have a life with you. That makes me happy too. I turned over facing her, put my right leg over hers, and she put her left leg over my hip. We finally figured out where to put our arms to be comfortable. She put her hand back on my chest and played with the hair. I put my hand on her breast and played with the nipple. I liked what I was playing with better. We talked for while, just lying there, in no hurry to go anywhere or do anything. We didnt talk about the missions we might go on or the undeclared war. We talked about the future and what we wanted our life to be like when we were together. She seemed enthusiastic about the possibility of having my children, our children, and I was just as enthusiastic about giving them to her. When she moved her hand down between us and played with my testicles and brought my penis back to another erection, I was ready to give her one immediately. I thought about what we had done and what we might still do. I remembered something I had heard at breakfast with her, something Id never done and had never wanted to do until now. I wanted to do it with Anna. Anna, did you hear what the women behind me at the table this morning were talking about? I asked. Who? I dont know. They were behind me and I didnt want to take my eyes off you to look. Wow! Are you sure youre not Irish and youve been kissing the blarney stone? No but I heard them talking about kissing, I guess youd call it that. She thought for a minute and I could see from the puzzled look on her face that she didnt know what I was talking about. The one right behind me, the one with a high-pitched voice. She said He ate me until I couldnt think and then I sucked his brains out through his dick. Oh, thats Christine, she said. She cant keep her mouth shut. I wondered if there was a double entendre there. How do you mean that? Both ways, she said. All the girls call her a cum-slut. She always talks about it after she does it. A cum-slut? Whats that? A girl who sucks off lots of guys and swallows and then tells everybody. I feel so sorry for her. Why? Well, shes not very attractive and shes a little overweight. I think she does it because she wants somebody to love her and she knows a guy likes to see a girl swallow his come. Have you ever done it, I mean, suck some guy off and then swallow? No, have you? she answered and then giggled. No. I did something onceI was about fifteenit was after my mother leftpromise me you wont laugh at me. OK, I promise. I was in the carriage house by myself, jacking off. I guess I was curious. I was laying in my bed and I put my legs back over my head so my penisI mean, my dickwas right above my face. I had my mouth open and when I came some of it went in my mouth. I tasted it and then swallowed it and almost threw up. I guess its an acquired taste too. Yeah, anyway, I was talking about the first thing Christine said, not the second. Would you let me do that to you? She didnt answer for a minute or so. I thought you didnt know much about women. I dont. Ive never done it but I want to do it with you. Are you sure? Its probably an acquired taste, she said and then giggled. Id like to try. I just want to do it to you. It makes me horny just to think about it. Will you let me? David, you dont have to be so polite. Dont ask me. Just do it. OK. I pushed her down on her back, waited while she put her head on her boot pillow, then rose up on my knees, and knee-walked until I was between her ankles. I pulled one of her legs up, then the other, knees bent, and spread them. Then I sat back on my heels and looked at her. Her hair was nearly dry and it was tangled and almost covering one breast. On her back, her breasts were slightly flattened and leaned off to both sides. Below her rib cage, her stomach was drawn in flat, just about concave. A neat little patch of pubic hair crowned her mound. Then back between her legs, her mound curved around and split. Between the two halves I saw the slightly-opened lips of her pussy, with a little opening into her vagina, just a little dark hole surrounded by red flesh. I didnt want to eat her. I wanted to taste her and smell her and drown myself in her and crawl up in her pussy and stay there. Do you see something you like, she asked. I looked up and saw her smiling at me. On my hands and knees, I moved over her and kissed her. She wrapped one arm around my chest, put a hand behind my head, and pulled me down so that my mouth was against hers and my chest was pressed against her breasts. I kept my ass in the air, trying to hold my dick up so that it wasnt pressed against her stomach or down between her thighs. I didnt think I could resist the urge to shove it in her if I let it touch her. I moved downward on her, still supporting myself on my hands and knees, and took the nipple of one breast in my mouth. She cupped her hands under her breasts and held them for me. I moved from one to the other and sucked the nipples into erections like little penises. I moved downward again and licked her belly button clean. It was already clean but I made her squirm when I licked it. Finally, I moved downward again, caught her legs behind her knees, pushed them back and to the sides, dropped down on my stomach so my face was only inches from her, and then moved upward a little and stuck my face in her pussy. I shut my eyes, turned my face from side to side, and rubbed my cheeks and nose and mouth and chin on the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs and in the hair on each side and in the soft outer lips and the little inner lips of her pussy. I breathed deeply and smelled for the first time what a woman smells like when she is aroused. I liked the way she smelled, like nothing Id ever smelled but so damned arousing. I knew that getting my face between her legs was going to be one of my favorite ways of enjoying sex with her. After a minute or so, I pulled back, reached down under my stomach, and pulled my foreskin so it covered the head of my dick and the wool blanket didnt keep irritating it. Then I took one more deep breath and stuck out my tongue. I licked her slit for a while and then took another look at her pussy. I kept licking her and then looking until the inner lips separated and I could see the pink and coral and red of her vulva. Id never seen a woman close up before so I studied it a little, figuring out where her vagina was, back farthest between her legs, to where her clitoris was, up top where the little lips came together, and where she peed, from a little protrusion between the two good parts. It was fascinating. Damn, I liked it. I had been uncertain whether Id want to lick her pussy or not but I wanted to please her and after Id licked her for a minute or so I found myself really wanting to do it. The taste and smell of her seemed to go in through my nose and mouth and straight down to my dick. She put her feet on my back, turned in opposite directions with her legs splayed, knees wide apart. I used the thumbs of both hands to open her wider so Id have more to lick. She put both hands on the sides of my head and held me so that my mouth was on her clitoris. I guessed that meant she wanted me to pay attention to it so I did. I decided to be easy and gentle in licking her but I intended to be persistent until she came. After a minute or so longer, she put her hands behind my head and pulled me against her and at the same time she started just barely groaning and moaning and whining. I kept licking for a little longer and then decided to see if I could suck her clitoris into my mouth. At the same time, I slid two fingers in her pussy and curled them around. It didnt take a minute more of sucking and licking and finger fucking before she started saying things, like Oh, shit and Oh, fuck. I felt her internal muscles grasping and relaxing on my fingers and I knew she had come again. From what I felt on my fingers, it seemed like shed had a good orgasm. I tried not to laugh at what she was saying. I guess I was like a twelve-year-old boy again, proud of doing something hed never done before and pleasing somebody. But I knew it was something I liked, in fact, loved, and I was going to do it with her often in the future. When I crawled back up beside her, she was lying there with one arm over her eyes, gasping for breath. I moved as close to her as I could and held her and waited for her to come down. After a minute or so, she moved her arm, looked at me, and smiled. Boy, youre going to get it, she whispered. Im going to suck your brains out through your dick. We lay there on the blanket under the beech tree, me holding her, her holding my still-erect penis, me kissing her, her holding my head above hers and refusing to let our kiss end, me holding her breast and playing with the nipple with my thumb, just playing and in no hurry to do anything else. I knew my turn would come. Finally she pushed me slightly away from her. What was it I said I was going to do? she whispered, grinning up at me. Ive forgotten. Suce moi et fais moi jouir, I answered, grinning down at her. Suck me and make me come. Thats what she did. She pushed me down on my back, kneed my legs apart and crawled between them, leaned over and wrapped her hand around my penis and took the head into her mouth. Sometimes she just used her hand, sometimes her mouth, and sometimes but not often enough both hand and mouth. I lay there and let the rest of the world go away and I was nothing but hard penis ready to spurt out a gallon of semen. Somehow I retained the presence of mind to warn her. Im about to come, Anna, I whispered. When she didnt stop, I assumed she knew what she was about to get. When my orgasm hit, it felt like I was emptying my balls into her mouth. When I opened my eyes, Anna was sitting back on her heels with her lips tightly closed. When she saw my eyes open, she tilted her head back and swallowed once, almost gagged, and then leaned over and spit the rest of my semen out on my stomach. Youve got to go back to the pool, David, she whispered. Youve made another mess. I could tell she was trying to round up a little more elusive semen in her mouth. I grabbed her arms, pulled her over me, put one arm around her, the other behind her head, and brought her face down to mine. We kissed with open mouths, our tongues moving in and out, and I tasted my semen again. I rolled over on top of her, she spread her legs wide, and my penis nestled against her vulva. I looked down at her, breathing deeply, feeling her hard nipples against my chest and the wetness of her pussy against the shaft of my penis, and I made up my mind. Would you go with me to the Heartache Hotel next weekend, Anna? I whispered. <><><> Monday morning, I checked the bulletin board for my orders for the week. I wasnt assigned to either the shooting range or the training area. When I saw what I was to do, I knew everything was about to change and my wished-for mission was immanent. At 9:00 AM I reported to Building 41 as ordered. From the outside, the building was like so many others on the base, a weathered building that had probably been sitting there for 30 years. When I went inside, there was a small reception room with one door leading deeper into the building. I rung the buzzer beside the inside door and was immediately asked to identify myself. After a cute female lieutenant subjected me to a thorough security check, I was assigned to a private who escorted me to Room 15. The private told me I would be locked in but there was a buzzer for me to ring if I wanted to leave the room temporarily. He asked if I wanted anything such as something to drink and I asked for a large orange juice with lots of ice. Inside the room, I saw a comfortable-looking couch, two chairs, and a table. The table was covered and I decided to wait for my juice before I uncovered it. The private was back in a few minutes with a half-gallon of orange juice, two glasses, and a big thermal carafe full of ice. When I was locked in the room again, I uncovered the table and saw an old much-used suitcase. I pushed the right catch release three times the wrong way and I was rewarded with three faint clicks. I knew the explosive device in the suitcase had been temporarily disabled. If I had opened the suitcase without disabling it, someone would have had to scrape me off the walls, if there were any walls left standing. The bottom, sides, and top of the suitcase were going to be padded with one of our most powerful explosives. I pushed the right and left catch releases simultaneously the right way and lifted the lid of the suitcase. The first thing I saw was a foam rubber cover with a handle on each side. I lifted the cover and saw the components for my rifle. It looked strange to see a weapon with all the parts camouflaged in a rustic sand color. I lifted the components out, laid them on the table in the order I wanted, closed the suitcase, and set it under the table. I stood there without doing anything, checking over the parts to see if they conformed to my requests. As far as I could see, they did. There was a manual, of course, but I wanted to look at the rifle before I read it. There was a bipod that looked like the ones Id been using. Nothing remarkable there. There was a scope that looked somewhat like the ultra-high magnification ones Id been using. I knew it would be sighted in at about 2,300 meters, the maximum range for me when I wasnt cool. I was depending on being cool to get me the extra kick to extend the range to almost two miles, the distance between the temple doors and my hiding place. The CARD Computer Assisted Rifle Device looked like some sort of electronic device with the small array of prongs to connect it to the rifle. I knew it would fit beneath the barrel and the scope. It interacted with the sight to help correct for distortions caused by heat and it communicated with a satellite that fed it information about heat and wind and distance. The rifle was inoperable without it. The rifle was bolt action, as I had requested. I studied the trigger for a moment but I knew I would be able to determine if it broke cleanly without any creep only by using it. I looked at the bedding between the action and the stock and saw nothing notable except for the sandstone color. With the silencer, the barrel was two and a half feet long, six inches longer than the usual sniper rifle, to give it extra carrying power and punch. Overall, the rifle appeared to be what I had designed with the manufacturers rep. He had asked me more than once for what target the rifle was intended and I had refused to tell him, in spite of his security clearance. I poured myself a glass of orange juice, picked up the manual, and then laid down on the couch. I knew I had almost to memorize the manual before theyd be satisfied. The manual wasnt very long and I read it through three times. The manual was adamant in its instruction that I should destroy the CARD after I had made my kill. I knew I could do that either by stomping it or by putting the rifle back in the booby-trapped suitcase. I buzzed for the private and told him I wanted a pit stop. He accompanied me and stood behind me and to one side as I pissed. I asked if he had to accompany me everywhere and he answered that his orders were never to let me out of his sight when I was out of the room. I was about to go back in the room with my rifle when he asked me a question. Sir, is it really true that you killed ten bad guys in less than a minute? I looked at him and saw that he was just a kid. No, thats not true. I shot seven of them in about a minute. They ambushed us and we fought back. I just did what I was trained to do. They were just unlucky. Well, whatever you did, could I shake your hand? he asked. I shook his hand, slapped him on the shoulder, and went back to my rifle. Locked in the room again, I stood next to the table and mentally rehearsed the process of putting the rifle together. When I was ready, I timed myself and put it together without hurrying. It took me almost two minutes. I wasnt satisfied. I took it apart and put it back together again in about a minute and a half. Still not good enough. I took it apart again and assembled it again. Just over a minute. When I did it a fourth time, my time was under a minute and I was satisfied for the moment. I disassembled the rifle again, putting the parts back in their original positions. I closed my eyes and put it together again. I opened my eyes and took it apart. I closed my eyes and assembled it again in a little over a minute. I took it apart, scrambled the parts, closed my eyes, and assembled it again in about a minute and a half. I saw that it was past noon so I buzzed for the private and asked him to go to lunch with me. He smiled and consented. Id even say he was eager to go. I could hardly eat because he asked me so many questions. He seemed to think I was some sort of superhero. I tried to convince him that I was just a soldier with good training. I dont think he believed me. That afternoon, I took the rifle apart and put it together eight more times, four of them with my eyes closed. I was satisfied so I buzzed for the private. I shook his hand again as I left. Tuesday morning, I found one of the majors from the interview board waiting for me in Building 41, the one who had known my father. He watched me as I took the rifle apart and re-assembled it four times, two of them with my eyes closed. We sat around the table and talked until noon. When he mentioned my father, I found that I could talk about him. I knew the major knew the circumstances of my fathers death, as did the other members of the board, but I told him anyway. We went to lunch together and I talked about my relationship with Anna and what I wanted when I came back from the mission. He didnt seem surprised that I wanted to be discharged from the military. I was pleasantly surprised when I was told that I was free for the afternoon. Wednesday morning, my orders were to report to the firing range. When I got there, I was issued my rifle I thought of it as mine and one hundred rounds of standard ammunition. I knew it was time for me to become acquainted with my rifle. During the day, I fired at various targets, all of them over a mile away, and took notes of where I was aiming each time. When I turned in the rifle and my notes, I assumed that the rifle would be recalibrated. I quit in time to meet Anna for dinner. Thursday morning, my orders were to report to the long-range firing line. I knew that this was the ultimate test. When I arrived, I was driven by jeep to another area separate from the regular firing range. The major was there waiting for me with my rifle. We climbed up a ladder about a dozen feet to a platform. On the platform, two-by-fours outlined a window. In front of the window, there was a table and a single chair. We both used binoculars to look at the mock-up of the temple doors with the Mullah and his retinue standing in front. He was easy to locate; he always dressed completely in black. I assembled my rifle, sat down in the chair, inserted my ammo, and closed my eyes. Within a minute or so I was cool, as cool as I had been the day I head-shot the bad guy as he scrambled for the gully. I thought of Grandfather and what he had told me once. Revenge is a dish that is best eaten cold. Well, Grandfather, this is for your son and for my father. Im not cold; Im just cool. I sighted and fired and waited for the call to tell me where Id hit. A minute or so later, a disembodied voice told us that my shot was high about two feet and that I had hit the Mullah-fucker in the head, not in the chest. When the major heard the report he yelled Son of a bitch, you did it! And then he looked at me. I sat there in the chair, unsmiling, without any reaction. The Major looked at the target through his binoculars, and then looked at me again. Your shot wasnt high, was it? he asked. You wanted to shoot him in the head, didnt you? I didnt answer him. I just smiled. I could do it. I could kill the son of a bitch. I was cool. And then I thought of Anna. I didnt want to leave her. TO BE CONTINUED

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Fifteen I want to try to answer your questions. Why now? I asked, genuinely surprised. David, when you told me about killing all those guys, those seven jihadists and then al-Badr and those other guys, I was afraid of you. I mean I was really afraid. I thought if I told you what you wanted to know, you might get mad enough to kill me too. Then when James arrived, I saw a different you - a kind and gentle and caring man. And when we played together the other night and I had more fun than Ive ever had, I saw another side of you a fun-loving kid. You may be a warrior and a big man but youre really just a kid like me and James. I think youll be a good leader for us and do your best to protect us. I made a big mistake by not answering your questions when you first asked me. You just need to know my story so you can understand why I didnt want to tell you. I managed to stay calm while we ate our evening meal. When I suggested that James should see Aimee for another lesson, he grinned and ran out of the kitchen. Aimee, would you keep James occupied for a while? Iain asked. You can give him another lesson in sex and show him another sexy movie. Im going to tell David something he wants to know. Yes, Iain, Aimee answered from somewhere. May I listen to what you tell David or do you want privacy? You may listen, Aimee, he said. Perhaps you would like to know what I tell David. I hung up the pots and pans we had used for supper and turned towards Iain. He and I walked over to one of the tables and sat down facing each other. I think I can answer most of your questions, David, he started. Just dont sidetrack me with too many questions. Ive been trying to organize everything in my mind and maybe I can tell you what you want to know. I nodded in the affirmative. Suddenly I heard something out in the hallway and I knew that it had to be James. I held up my hand to stop Iain from telling his story and then held one finger to my lips. I closed my eyes and let the cool response enhance my hearing. I heard something again and I knew James was listening. You can come back, James, I said. Iains about to tell me something Ive wanted to know since I came here. Perhaps he wont mind if you hear his story if you dont start asking questions. He quietly came back in the dining area and sat down beside me. As usual, I put one arm over his shoulders and hugged him against me. I looked at Iain to see what he wanted to do. You can stay, James, he said. Just dont ask me any questions until I get through. Ive got my story organized in my mind and I dont want any interruptions. OK, he said, but may I say something before you start? Iain nodded ascent. James looked at me so I nodded too. Please dont cut me out when you guys talk about important stuff, he said. I want to know why Im here just as much as David does. I may be just a kid but Im not a dummy. I know when to keep my mouth shut and when to open it. I joke a lot but I can be serious too. Youre right, James, Iain said. I apologize. Its just that Ive got a lot of stuff organized in my mind and I dont need any distractions. OK, James said, and mimicked zipping up his lips. Iain started. First I need you two to understand some stuff about this universe. Im not a physicist or a cosmologist like my dad and granddad. I didnt get that gene from them. I got a love of music gene from my mother. Anyway, this is roughly the way my granddad explained it to me. First, theres Earth and the other planets revolving around the sun. The sun is just one of a multitude of stars in the galaxy called the Milky Way. Then that galaxy is part of a local group of galaxies and the local group is part of a super cluster of galaxies. There are lots of super galaxies. Beyond that is the edge of the known universe. Are you with me so far? Yeah, Ive done a little reading about cosmology, I answered. It blows your mind, doesnt it? Yes, but just wait for the next step. This universe is just one of multiple universes and they all seem to exist in the same time-space. The planet were on now is just another Earth, existing in a parallel universe to the one of your Earth. Its almost identical, except that human beings havent evolved on this planet. Thats what is really mind-blowing. I dont understand that but go ahead. There are lots of different forces at work in each universe, David. Some are attractor forces which pull things together, like gravity, and some are detractor forces which keep things apart. Theres a detractor force which normally keeps the multiple universes apart. I nodded. Go on. Imagine two soap bubbles floating in the air and assume theres some force which keeps them apart. Imagine lots of soap bubbles. Now assume each soap bubble is a universe. This is not really the way it is because in reality all the universes exist in the same time-space. Theres just some force which keeps them apart. Now imagine that the detractor force can be manipulated on a tiny scale in one universe. If it can be eliminated in one universe, say universe A, just the tiniest bit for just a split second, the attractor force of another universe, say universe B, will draw part of universe A toward it. He looked at me with a questioning expression on his face. At first I wasnt sure where his story was going and then it dawned on me and I knew. Youre saying thats what happened to me, arent you? I asked. Youre saying something here drew me from my universe. His facial expression changed to a big smile. Yes, David, and it drew me too. And James. James was nodding his head occasionally but he remained quiet. OK, how do they do it? I asked. How did they draw us here? Whats behind the door at the end of the hallway, David, the one you wont let James and me enter? There are three pieces of machinery or equipment. Theres a big monster on the left with no opening, no visible controls, no dials or stuff like that. I dont see any way to get into it and I dont know what it does. Its the biggest piece of equipment in there. What else is there? At the back of the room theres more equipment. I think its the source of our power and our air flow and our water and maybe some other things. It has pipes and wiring going through it. I cant get into it either but I can hear it humming and I can hear water moving. OK, what else? On the right, theres another huge piece of equipment. It has a monitor like the one in Aimees room but I cant get it to respond. Maybe its like a computer but, if it is, its like none Ive ever seen. OK, heres whats in there. On the left side is the device which brought you here and put you in Aimees chair. In Ireland, theres a town called Graystones, on the East coast below Dublin. Near Graystones, theres a huge old house that has been there for hundreds of years. It has 43 rooms. Ive lived there for four years. In what was the ballroom, there is another device like the one here. Im not a scientist but I know theres some way the device can lock onto you no matter where you are. Once its activated, it eliminates the detractor force surrounding you and that picks you up in one universe and puts you down in another. Whats the piece of equipment at the back of the room? I still think its the power supply for us and anything that helps to provide us with a comfortable place to live. Is that right? I havent seen it but I think youre right. Whats on the right? Thats the library. Thats where all of Aimees knowledge is stored. It has trillions of books and music and all sorts of knowledge from your Earth in it. And thats where Aimee is. Yes, David, it is. I wish she was real but shes not. Youre wrong, Iain. Shes real to me and I want her to stay that way. Shes real to me too, Iain, James interjected for the first time. Please dont try to tell me shes not. OK. She certainly seems real to me too, Iain said. Maybe she is. Of course, Im real, Iain, Aimee said, from a side of the dining area to my right. As usual, my reflexes made me look in that direction. I exist in my own universe and its as real as the one in which you exist. Im having a lot of fun learning about you three guys. Now, go on with your story. Its fascinating. I apologize to you, Aimee, Iain said, shaking his head. Apology accepted, Aimee said. But why is that library here? I asked. David, this is where it gets hard to believe. Im not from your planet Earth. Im from a planet Earth in another parallel universe that is inhabited by humans just like you. Thats where the machine that holds Aimees library came from. Its like a giant computer except that it doesnt have any moving parts and should last forever. Its primary purpose is to preserve as much of your Earths knowledge as possible. I think Aimees primary purpose is to act as an avatar, a human face to the computer to make all the knowledge more accessible to us. Well, why are you here with us? David, my grandfather was the first to be transported from our planet Earth in our universe to your planet Earth in your universe. Then a group of people went to help him study your world. He stayed three years and then came back. Then my parents, my mother and father both, volunteered to go to your Earth. How many people from your Earth have come to my old Earth? I dont really know, David. I just know there were twenty-four of us at the place in Ireland. I know there were lots of others in other places. All of the ones at Graystones were older than me and most were wives and husbands. My father was the leader of the group but they made most decisions by meeting around a big table. They let me sit on the side of the room as long as I didnt say anything. He looked at James. James stuck his tongue out at him and gave him the finger. They both laughed. OK, you say you lived in that house for four years. How do you fit into this? You still havent told me why youre here. David, have patience. Ill get to that, he said. I was fourteen when my parents went to your Earth and I thought it would be a grand adventure if I went too. They wanted me to stay with my maternal grandparents but I hardly knew them. I begged to go and they almost relented when I proved that I had learned to speak your language. My father really didnt want me to go but I talked my mother into letting me. She took me to my father and I swore in front of both of them that I would never tell anybody from your Earth what Im telling you. I didnt want to break my oath to them, David. But why did they pick me? Ive got a few extraordinary abilities and Im reasonably intelligent but Im just a soldier whos good at killing people. Why did they choose me? David, at one of the meetings I heard them discuss you. One of the names they called you was The Warrior. They thought you had the ability to be a leader and defender for the group they will send here. Theyve done everything they can think of to insure our survival and they think you can protect everybody against each other and the wild animals on the mainland. They think you can be a leader who guides everybody to do the hard things they will have to do to survive and prosper. They want this colony t0 succeed and they expect you to lead it. But why did you come here? If you were having a grand adventure on our old Earth, why did you want to come to this one? David, I came here because I couldnt have Caitlyn. About a year ago, I met an Irish girl, slim, beautiful, long blond hair; oh, she was so beautiful. We fell in love and I wanted to marry her. My parents didnt approve. They wanted me to find somebody who was my own kind. They meant from my home planet. I told them I was going to marry Caitlyn and they couldnt stop me. They said theyd send me back home first. My fathers quite a domineering man and hes used to being obeyed. We argued and I finally thought of a way I could get away from them. I arranged to be sent here and I left them a note telling them where Id gone. I dont know whether to believe you or not, Iain. You told me you were a singer, not a scientist. How did you arrange it? Im coming to the part youre going to like, David. Its about Anna. After they arranged to have you sent here, they were going to send Anna next but they lost her. The device can track you anywhere but somehow it lost her. I was afraid my parents would use the device to send me back home so I got a friend to keep the setting for the destination here instead of changing it to home in the universe I came from. Then if they started tracking me, instead of Anna, I would be sent here instead of back home. My parents thought they were sending me home but they sent me here instead. I left them a note telling them where I had gone. If you loved Caitlyn, you wouldnt leave her behind, Iain, I said. I didnt. I think shes going to come to me soon. I told her everything Ive told you and she said she wanted to go with me. I told her that as far as I knew only one person at a time could make the journey but then I fixed it so my parents would want to send her. I told them Caitlyn knew all about them and she was going to tell everybody in your world if she couldnt come to me. And then I told them to arrange for Caitlyn to be sent to me if they ever wanted to have grandchildren. You say they lost Anna. Do you know if shes still alive? I think so. They talked about her like she was still alive. I know they were still trying to locate her when the time came that the device could be used again. How did they know so much about me and Anna? They must have had somebody feeding information about us to them. They did. I sat in on the meeting where they talked about him. They were trying to decide who would be the first one to come here. They kept referring to him as the major and he sent them reports about you. I dont know anything else about him. I do and I wonder why the hell he didnt tell me he was reporting to somebody about me and Anna. I dont know why, David. Well, why did they send James? I dont know why they picked him, David. Maybe it was because he had no parents and nobody would care if he disappeared. But you think they still want to send Anna to me? Yes, David. Why were they so dead set against you marrying Caitlyn? David, somehow humans evolved on a planet Earth in your universe and they also evolved on our planet Earth in our universe. We look exactly alike but my parents said nobody knew whether we could crossbreed. Humans from both planets have twenty-three paired chromosomes for a total of forty-six. My mothers one of the scientists mapping the genetic makeup of the chromosomes in people on your Earth. They havent finished their work and it may take years before they know whether the genetic makeup of my people is compatible with yours. If theyre not and we crossbreed the children might have all sorts of physical and mental disorders. Now do you see why they didnt want me to marry her? Why cant you wait, Iain? Youre young. I didnt find my Anna until I was twenty-five. Maybe in a few years they will know if our people and yours are genetically compatible. David, I already know we are. Once when Caitlyn and I were making love in my bedroom, something strange happened. It was really the second time that night. The first time I was on top of her making love to her and she wanted to look in my eyes when I came. The second time that night, she was on top of me and her long blond hair fell around my face like some golden curtain all around and I was looking in her eyes and we both came at the same time. It was so good, David. It was like we were one. We both experienced it and somehow we both know that we can unite to create a perfect child. Thats why Ive got to have Caitlyn or I wont have anybody. Shes my other half, David. She makes me whole. Iain, why do you think Im so adamant about having Anna? Weve experienced the same thing. Anna and I have fused into one on two occasions and now I cant live my life separate from her. I cant be whole again until shes with me. Ive never heard of anybody experiencing anything like it, David. Have you? No. But theres one big question you havent answered, Iain. Why do your people want to transport twenty of my people to this uninhabited world? Theres got to be a reason. There is, David, he said. My people have been studying yours for years. Theyve concluded that your Earth may be near a tipping point. Thats what they call it. They think that unrestrained population growth and the pressure on resources and global warming and reliance on computers which can be rendered useless causing economic chaos And nuclear weapons and germ weapons in the hands of crazy people, I added. And stupid religious shit that just hurts people and makes them hate each other and fight wars, James added. I was surprised but I nodded in agreement. Yeah, those too. Anyway, my people are afraid that your Earth has reached a tipping point and that may cause it to slide back into the dark ages or maybe cause an extinction of the human race. My people want to preserve a sample of yours. Thats about as much as they can do. Why dont they reveal themselves if theyre so knowledgeable? David, they dont want your people knowing about them because theres a chance your people will want to escape to the Earth I came from. Is your Earth that damn good? Its different, David, very different. Dont ask me about it, please. Ive already broken part of my oath to my parents. Im not going to tell you about it. As fucked up as my people are, I cant blame them for not wanting us to go to their Earth. Maybe Ive covered most of what you might like to know, David, Iain said. Do you want to ask me questions now? No, Ive got too much to assimilate now. Let me think about everything and lets get together tomorrow night and talk some more. Ill try to answer your questions but remember Im eighteen years old and Im not a scientist and I didnt understand a lot of what they talked about. For example, I cant tell you how the transporter works but we both know it does. Yeah, I know, Iain. But theres something else I know already. Im going to try to be the best damn leader and protector anybody could want for the people who come here but only if Anna comes to me. If shes not one of the twenty, Im out of here. Ill explore this world and the rest of you can just go to hell. David, dont talk like that, he said. From what I understand, the other people who come here will all be very young, maybe like children, not more than about twenty years old at the most. They're going to need someone like you to lead them and to protect them. Somebody at Graystones once used the term societys castaways to describe them. Then you think they know how I feel about Anna and theyll send her to be with me? Yes, David. And thats why I think theyll send Caitlyn to be with me. Ive got a question, James said and Iain and I both turned to look at him. He waited until we both nodded our ascent. If there had to be two machines, one here and one back where we came from, for David to be sent here, how did your grandfather, the first person from your Earth, how did he come to our Earth? Did somebody send the other machine first? I finally grasped what James was asking. How could the first person from their Earth come to our Earth? And how did James catch that point? He certainly wasnt a dummy. Maybe he was smarter than I was. I dont know, James, Iain said. My grandfather was a young man when he made the journey. I wasnt even thought of. I dont understand how its all done but I know it happened. My mind was swimming with all that Iain had told me. As fantastic as it was, it all seemed to fit together and to explain why we were all here. I knew I had to ask him to help me to understand some of his story but I didnt want to do it tonight. Can we talk again sometime soon? I asked. I think my brain is almost overloaded. Im going to have a hard time going to sleep tonight. Well, I think I can help you with that, Iain said. Lets go see if Aimee will show us another movie. Watching a good sex movie and having a good wank always helps me sleep. Damn, I think its going to take two or three good wanks for me to get any sleep tonight, I said. Iain grinned at me. Well, we can do it once or twice while were watching the movie and then we can have another wrestling match before bed. That ought to wear you out. Shit, we dont need a movie, James said. Lets go jump in Davids bed again. We dont even need a wrestling match. Lets just play like we did the other night. We can try again to make David have eight orgasms. Oh, no, you wont, I said. You and Iain almost wore the skin off my dick last time. Aimee, can you pick out a good movie for us? Do you want to follow your usual criteria, David, Aimee asked, from another corner of the dining area. I have one that is just a little different that you and Iain and James might like. Hows it different? Iain asked. There are three people in the movie, two young boys and a young girl. The movie portrays very tender loving sex, primarily between the two boys and the girl. There is not a word spoken. The photography is astoundingly beautiful and the movie is very erotic. It is very romantic and slow and gentle and has a soundtrack of beautiful classical music. That doesnt sound like its very different, Aimee, Iain said. It also portrays sex between the two young boys in the same way, Aimee said. You mean anal sex? I asked. No, David. Your usual criteria rule that out, she said. They just do the same things Iain and James do sometimes. I looked at Iain and then at James. They were both grinning widely. Well, do you wankers want to watch the movie or not? I asked. Iain smiled. Yes, lets watch it! James smiled too. Yeah, I want to watch it too! Im going to lambast my llama til it spits on you guys. Iain pulled back and looked at James with a disbelieving look on his face. I suppose my face reflected the same wonder at his description for wanking. What? he said. I liked the nature channel. The movie was mesmerizing and everything that Aimee had said. On my way to Aimees room, I thought Iains story would keep me from paying much attention to the movie. I was wrong. I was soon engrossed in watching the three young lovers but every few minutes the same thing made me momentarily unconscious of what was on the screen: the realization that Anna was going to join me in our new world, the world I would choose if only I c0uld be with her again. The movie was set in a dream-like room where the only piece of furniture was a king-size bed. The room and everything in it was white. There were big windows on three sides covered by flimsy curtains which kept moving in a slight breeze. The lighting was soft and hidden. The movie began with a sweeping view of the room and with some music, something classical, softly playing. A few seconds later, a naked girl walked into the room and crawled into the bed. She was quickly followed by one naked boy and then another. The girl was an exquisitely beautiful young creature, probably about sixteen years old. The boys were just as young and beautiful, two perfect compliments to the girl. One of the boys was about her age and the other was noticeably older, about Iains age, almost a man. The girl and both boys looked almost like each other, as though they might be an older brother and a younger brother with a twin sister. The hair on their heads was a dark brown and was the same length and shape. The girls face was devoid of any visible makeup. As a result, I had trouble identifying the sex of the younger boy and girl when I saw only their faces. But their bodies were clearly those of a young male and a young female. I wondered if they were actually siblings or just chosen to give that appearance. Either way, it seemed like they might be engaged in an incestuous relationship. Over the course of the next hour or so, I saw a constantly varying sequence of sexual play in which the three were engaged. Most of the time, the two boys concentrated on the girl but occasionally the girl and one of the boys together tried to drive the other boy insane. In one scene, photographed close up from above, the younger boy was lying flat on his back and the girl and older boy had their heads on his stomach and were alternating in sucking his penis and playing with his testicles. In another scene the two boys tenderly and lovingly kissed each other while one was on top of the other. The most intense scene was perhaps one with a lot of close-ups in which the older boy lay on his back while the girl rode him with her back to his face and the younger boy used his tongue just where the two were joined. Each time she came down on the older boys penis, the younger boys tongue was coming up the shaft of his penis all the way around the stretched-tight lips of the girls pussy and on to her clitoris. I made a mental note to try that with Anna someday. Throughout the movie, my penis was as hard as it has ever been but I didnt want to come until it was over. Most of the time, I simply held it and stroked it a little and watched the clear drool run down the shaft. I was in Aimees recliner and Iain and James were in straight chairs on each side of me, long legs stretched out. I quickly glanced at them occasionally and saw that they were doing the same thing I was. When the movie ended, I rolled out of Aimees recliner and started for the door, not thinking of James or Iain. They both ran past me, slapped me on the butt, and yelled Gotcha but I didnt chase after them. I walked slower, thinking of Anna joining me, joyously believing that my loneliness was about to be over. In our sleeping chamber, Iain and James were already in my bed alcove, wrestling with each other. I stood watching them for a minute or so. Iain clearly was bigger and stronger but James was quicker and slipperier. He constantly wiggled out of Iains grips and then pounced. My day had been a full one, from the hours of hard work the three of us spent in clearing the new garden space, to Iains almost-unbelievable story that I had yet to fully understand, and then to one of the most beautiful and erotic movies I could imagine. I could see Iain as the older boy and James as the younger boy and the two of them lost in sexual play with Caitlyn. I didnt want to wrestle with them. I needed the release that masturbating would bring but I wanted it to be quiet and peaceful. Come on, guys, I said. Lets not have another wrestling match tonight. Ive got too much on my mind for that. Lets just quietly jack off and get some sleep. They both stopped their play and looked at me. Their penises were just as rampantly erect as mine and I knew they needed the release of orgasm as much as I did. James was the first to respond. OK, David, he said. Me and Iain, I mean, Iain and I, well just go to our own beds for a good wank. They both started to get out of my bed. No, wait, I said. I dont want to be by myself. I want you both to sleep with me. Maybe Im like you, James; I want somebody touching me tonight. I want to be close to you but cant we just do it quietly? Both of you stay with me, please. I held my arms out to each side and they understood: James crawled up and flopped down with one of my arms behind him and then Iain did the same thing. I pulled them up against my sides and held them as close as possible. I leaned to one side, kissed Iain on the cheek, and then leaned to the other and kissed James. Thanks, guys, I said. I dont know why I feel this way. Im horny as hell but Ive got so many different emotions I dont know whether to yell or cry or laugh. I finally believe Anna is going to come to me and thats all I need to make me choose this world to live my life. And I believe Caitlyn is going to come to me, Iain said. I know my father. Hell do just about anything just so his mission isnt compromised. Ill be content with her here with me for the rest of my life too. Well, you guys are lucky, James said. I dont know who the hell is coming here for me. Maybe Ill just try on each new arrival for size until I find the right one. Yeah, dream on, Iain said. Would you guys do something for me, something I saw the two kids do in the movie? I asked. What? James asked. Soixante-neuf, I answered. Shit, more damn French shit, James said. What does that mean? James, say merde, I said. Merde, he said. What does that mean? Shit, I said. One mark of an educated sophisticated man is that he can cuss in several different languages. Well, more damn French merde then, James said. Aimee, what does what David said mean? Aimee answered from somewhere over our heads and I could swear she was giggling. Soixante-neuf is sixty-nine in French, James. It refers to a sexual activity in which two people simultaneously stimulate each other's genitalia with their mouths. You mean two guys suck each others dicks at the same time? James said. Like those two guys did in the movie? It doesnt have to be two guys, Aimee said. It can be a guy and a girl or it can be two females. Again, I thought she was laughing at us. Yeah, I thought that was damned hot, I said. What about you, Iain? Yeah, I thought it was hot and yeah, James and I have done it with each other. Yeah, and were going to do it again, James said. He rolled over me, on top of Iain, and, in the process, kneed me close to my balls. He reversed his position so that his head was over Iains genitals but, when he tried to put his legs on side of Iains head, he bonked him in the head with his knee. Merde and double merde! Iain yelled. Damn it, James, be careful! Im sorry, James said. You can knock my head off next time. I moved away a little so I could see what they were doing and watched as James wrapped his hand around Iains penis and then took the head in his mouth. Iain reached up with his hand, corralled James wild penis, and took the head in his mouth. Then they went at each other with a vengeance. Iain started thrusting upward and James started pushing his dick downward. I couldnt believe they could giggle and wiggle and suck dick so enthusiastically at the same time but they did for a short while. Then James must have shoved his dick too far in Iains mouth. Damn it, James, Iain yelled as he twisted his head to one side. Dont try to shove your dick down my throat. Im sorry, James said. I didnt mean to do it. I didnt know what I was doing. OK, I know you were thinking with your little head, Iain said. Lets try another position. Iain pushed James off him and they changed their position so they were side by side in opposite directions. With what looked like practiced ease, they each bent one leg upward to serve as a pillow for the other. Then they wanked and sucked and wiggled and giggled some more until Iain pulled away. He turned on his back, breathing heavily, stomach pulled in, eyes closed, one hand on his penis, and lay there. Whats wrong? James asked. Nothing, Iain said. Youre just too good a cocksucker. I was about to come. Can we slow down a little? I asked. I just thought of something I learned with Anna and I think you guys should learn it too. What? James asked. Anna and I tried a sixty-nine one afternoon and I didnt like it. When I was licking her pussy, I was upside down. A womans clitoris is more sensitive than the head of your dick. If youre licking down on her pussy, it will be protected by a hood sort of like your foreskin. If youre licking up, your tongue will drag the hood off her clit and really stimulate her. Do you think youd enjoy somebody sucking your dick with your foreskin covering the head? Both shook their head. I like it best when James pulls my foreskin back really tight and sucks on the head, Iain said. That can really make me come. Yeah, me too, James echoed. Thats a good way to do it. Well, just remember: women dont come as easily as men do, I said. If you can learn how to help her have orgasms, shes going to love you more. David, do you want to do it with me, James asked. Lets let Iain watch and cool off. Sure, if you can just be slow and easy. I dont want to have a cock-sucking wrestling match like you and Iain were doing. We rolled over toward each other, extended one leg to serve as a pillow for the other, and began. I wanted to come, just not yet, not until we had played for a while. Maybe James understood. He wrapped his hand around the shaft of my penis, pulled the skin down tight, took the head in his mouth, and gently sucked on it. I took the head of his dick in my mouth, cupped my fingers around his balls, closed my eyes, and licked and sucked and stroked. I felt Iain touch my back and I looked up. He was behind me, leaning over, watching what James and I were doing, and slowly stroking his dick. I shut my eyes again and resumed what I was doing with James. James, let me do it with David, Iain said, after a minute or so. You can watch. They changed positions and Iain and I sucked each others dicks for a while. With Iains hand moving up and down on the shaft of mine and his mouth sucking on the head, I knew I was getting close to coming. I didnt want to surprise him and I didnt want one from him. I decided Id had enough. I rolled over on my back and wrapped my hand around my dick. Iain and James flopped down on each side of me and the three of us lay there, stroking our dicks as slowly as possible. Im ready for my first orgasm for the night, I said. How about you guys? Yeah, me too, Iain said. What do you want to do? Do you want to just jack off? I dont care, I said. What do you want to do, James? I want you and Iain to finish me off, he said. Then me and you will do Iain and then me and Iain will finish you off last. I groaned at his improper English but I didnt say anything. It didnt take long for Iain and me to finish him off. Iain took the first turn and alternated between stroking James dick and then sucking it. When he moved aside for me, I took my turn jacking and sucking. On my second turn, I began to wonder which of us was going to get his tonsils squirted. I remembered something Anna had done for me in the middle of a night in Flagstaff. I had awakened with another hard-on, spooned up to her derriere, and that must have awakened her. She had moved down on the bed, tugged my lower leg into a rest for her head, and then sucked me until I had a quiet but very intense orgasm. She swallowed and swallowed and then, never taking her mouth off the head of my dick, kept on very gently sucking for what seemed like forever. Finally, when I tried to return the favor she had refused, saying that a woman likes to do something for her man occasionally. I decided to do the same thing for James. I pulled him onto his side, positioned his thigh as a pillow for my head, and then gave him my best effort. When he put both hands behind my head, grabbed two handfuls of hair, and started thrusting, I knew I was going to get a mouthful. I wrapped two fingers and a thumb around his dick, stroked it as rapidly as I could, and kept sucking while he spurted a few times. When I thought he was through coming. I swallowed a couple of times and then resumed sucking on the head of his dick as slowly and gently as possible. Through it all, James let loose with a long soliloquy of cusswords and groans which slowly subsided into a continuous low moan. We rested for a few minutes and then James and I did Iain. We alternated for a while and then James tugged on Iains arm until he rolled over on his side. As soon as he extended one leg, James went at him with a vengeance. I could tell from the surprised look on his face when Iain started ejaculating. James must have taken one shot down the throat but he kept his mouth on the head of Iain's dick. When he pulled back, I could tell from the look on his face and the way his lips were pursed that he was having a hard time swallowing. I pulled Iain down on his back, pointed at his belly button, and James filled up the little receptacle with semen and saliva. This time, we rested for a longer period waiting for Iain to recover. His dick was still swollen but no longer standing up. My dick was stiff and aching from the need for relief but I just held it, waiting for James and Iain to do whatever they wanted to do to get me off. I watched as James played with his until it was hard again. He nudged me and nodded for me to look. I admired his recuperative powers but then I remembered how quick mine had been at thirteen. James rolled over half on top of Iain and very gently kissed him on the lips. Iain welcomed him and I realized they were replaying a scene in the movie when the two young boys had gently and lovingly kissed each other while the girl watched. I wasnt the girl but I watched as they repeatedly kissed each other, sometimes somewhere other than lips but mostly on the mouth. James wrapped his hand around Iains dick and just as slowly and lovingly stroked it until it recovered and was standing up again. When they both turned toward me with a grin on their faces, I knew I was about to get my turn. James, always the mischief maker, started. He moved half on top of me, just as he had done to Iain and the same way the two boys in the movie had done, started kissing me, wrapped his hand around my penis, and slowly stroked back and forth. I closed my eyes and relaxed but then James surprised me. He straddled me so his dick was pressed against mine and then started thrusting against me. Im going to fuck you, David, he whispered. Im going to ream you out with my monstrous dick and then Im going to shoot a big load up your little cherry ass. You and what army, I intended to say but James fastened his open mouth on mine and started tongue fucking me. I let him play, unsure whether his dick and balls rubbing against mine would make me come. It didnt but it got me closer. After a minute or so, he rolled off me. OK, Iain, hes all yours, he said. Finish him off. Iain pounced, thats the only way to describe it, and then started stroking and sucking my dick as vigorously as possible. I started to warm him when I felt myself coming but all I managed was a couple of grunts. He kept his mouth on the head of my dick while I squirted again and again. Finally, he rose up, face intent, lips pursed, looked directly at me, and swallowed a few times. He opened his mouth wide to show me it was empty and then flopped down beside me again. Damn, David, you almost drowned me, he said. Maybe Id better stick to sucking James off. You should have fucked him, Iain, James said. You could have shoved your big dick up his ass and given him a big load and jacked him off until he shot his gallon on his stomach. Yeah, and Ill make you squeal when I shoot a gallon up your ass, I warned, not really meaning it. Really! James exclaimed. Id like that! Yeah! I said. I told you that if Annas not the next one to arrive, you and Iain had both better cover your asses with your hands and run for the woods. Im not running, Iain said. You can fuck me anytime if youll just let me do the same thing to you. Me too, James said. You can both fuck me if youll just let me fuck you too. I didnt like it with the Reverend because I hated him but I like both of you guys and maybe itll be different. Damn, I hope Anna and Caitlyn are the next ones to arrive, I said. If theyre not, I may take you two up on your offers. Who knows? When Anna comes, are you sure you want to tell her about what weve done? Iain asked. Yeah, I told you Im only going to keep one secret from her, I said. You should remember what I say, Iain. Dont keep secrets from Caitlyn, anyway not more than one. Youll have a better marriage if youre open and honest with each other. Thats the way Im going to be with Anna. David, I like what we do when we play with each other, James said. I know its sex and its a lot of fun but I feel like its love too. I know I wouldnt do the stuff Ive done with both of you unless I liked you a lot and maybe thats like loving you. Do you think its really OK for two guys to love each other? Sure. Im not ashamed to say I love you and Iain. Its not the same way I love Anna but, as far as Im concerned, its just as real. You guys have taught me a lot about love and Im going to try to love everybody else who comes here. That doesnt mean Ill want to have sex with them. When you grow up and get your own wife, youll probably give her most of your love and have most of your sex with her, maybe all of it, but that shouldnt affect how you feel about me and Iain. Weve got to love each other and care for each other in order for our colony to succeed. Im determined to see that it does succeed. I think Davids right, James, Iain said. We cant afford to have hatred and distrust in our group. Weve got to be like a loving family. I dont know how well make it work but I know its up to us whether we succeed. Damn, Ive got a lot to learn, James said. Is it OK if I ask Aimee something? Sure, I said. Aimee, have you been watching everything we did? James asked. Yes, James, Aimee answered. I always watch what you and Iain and David do. Your activities are fascinating to me. If you would like me to stop watching, all you need to do is to tell me. I will always obey your instructions. When some other people come here, are you going to tell them about what weve done? James asked. No, James, Aimee said. David has given me instructions which I must always obey. He said that I can always observe him but I must never reveal what I see or hear to anyone without his permission. Would you like your relationship with me to be like that? Yeah, I would, James said. Me too, Iain said. Do you approve, David? Aimee asked me. Yes, Aimee, I said. You may always follow their requests unless it contradicts my instructions to you. Thank you, Aimee said. I hope all of you will always let me observe you because I find what you do fascinating. What if I ask her to let me in the room at the end of the hallway, David? Iain asked. Ive already given her instructions on that, Iain, I replied. No one may enter the room at the end of the hallway unless I accompany them. Whats in that room is critical to our survival. James yawned wide enough to swallow a watermelon. Well, Im about to jack off and then go to sleep, James said. Who wants to join me? I do, Iain said. I do too, I added. May we sleep with you, David? James asked. Yeah, I answered. Id like that. A few minutes later, we had three chests and stomachs sprinkled with more semen and nobody seemed to have inclination to clean it off or the strength to move. James crawled up closer to me and put his head on my right shoulder and his leg over my right one. He held out his hand to Iain and Iain snuggled into the same position on my left side. I felt them weave their fingers together on my chest and then relax. I put my hands on their backs pressed them against me, and then curved my arms around their shoulders and stroked their soft hair. I took a couple of deep breaths, closed my eyes, and let myself slide into sleep, slowly stroking their hair. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Thirty-Two I was dreaming of being bathed by some giggling females when the room began to shake. In my muddled sleep state, I thought an earthquake was occurring and the bed was shaking. Instead Anna was shaking me by the shoulder. Then I heard Aimee and I lifted my head. David, please wake up, Aimee called. Petra is crying and Pyotr cannot make her stop. I stood up beside the bed, held out my hand to Anna, and we quickly went out the door into the hallway, down past Iains and Caitlyns bed chamber, to the one Petra and Pyotr had chosen. Since their arrival, Anna and I had watched the twins carefully. They seemed to be adapting to our company and our new world without significant difficulty. They were comfortable being almost naked and wearing only a loincloth when inside. They grinned and strutted like we all had when they first wore our Sherwood Forest attire on a venture outside. They were eager to help in our house-keeping chores and in our garden preparation. And, most important of all, they seemed genuinely happy to be with us. I had not expected any trouble. Pyotr and Petra were naked, just as Anna and I were. They were in the middle of the bed and he was holding her close to him face to face, rocking back and forth, and talking to her. She was crying inconsolably. I didnt know what to do. Anna did. She crawled over the two of them to the back side of Petra, cuddled up to her, and began whispering to her. Turn over, Petra, she said. Its me, Anna. Whats wrong? Why are you crying? Pyotr answered for her. She had a bad dream. She said he was coming to get us for killing him, you know, our stepfather. I cant make her stop. Turn over, Petra, Anna whispered. Let me hold you. Itll be OK. Nobodys coming to get you. David and Pyotr and I will protect you. Nobody will hurt you. Petra slowly turned over and Anna immediately moved closer and held her, one arm under her, one arm protectively over her, one hand holding Petras head just above her breasts. I crawled in the bed behind Pyotr, put my arm over him, and pulled him back. He put his hand on my hip and moved back against me. Anna kept talking quietly to Petra, reassuring her that we would protect her, that the bad man could never do anything to her again, that we were in a world where there were no bad men, only good ones, and that we would all take care of her. Petras sobs slowed and finally she was quiet. Petra, Ive got to pee, Anna whispered. Would you go with me to the toilet? Maybe Pyotr and David need to go too. I understood what Anna was trying to do so I quickly said I needed to go too. Then Pyotr either understood or really had to go and said he needed to pee too. I rolled out of the bed alcove and held out my hand. Pyotr took it for a moment and then relinquished it to Petra. I wasnt sure that it was wise to hold her since both of us were naked but I wanted to. My penis was complacent so I didnt think it would alarm her to have it against her. I wanted to reassure her that she was safe and that I would protect her. I pulled her up against me, wrapped both arms around her, and reinforced what Anna had said. Petra, nobody is going to hurt you, I said quietly but emphatically. Were going to protect you. Nobody will ever abuse you like he did again. I will make sure of that. Youre going to have a long and happy and safe life with us. I motioned for Pyotr and Anna to come closer and we stood there for a moment in a triangle completely surrounding Petra, as close to her as we could get. I really do need to pee, Anna said, and our huddle broke up. She held out her hand to Petra and the two of them started to the toilet. I shrugged, held out my hand to Pyotr, and we followed them. At the door to the toilet, Petra stopped. Anna looked at her quizzically. I wish I could pee like they do, she said smiling up at Anna and then giggling. I wish I could stand up and do it. We can, Anna said, and led her into the womens side of the toilet. We just cant stand up and aim as well as they do. Petra giggled. Pyotr looked at me and grinned. I shrugged and we went in the mens side to do our stand up and aim piss. Pyotr demonstrated how well he could aim. He held his penis between fingers and thumbs on both hands, grunted, drilled the urinal dead center, and then stopped. I was about to start but I waited to see what he was going to do. He took a step backwards, grunted again, and drilled the urinal dead center again. I held my penis on ready, waiting to see if he was through showing off. He wasnt. He took another step backwards, grunted again, and squirted another stream close to the center. I shook my head and pissed. I didnt try to follow his example. He turned toward me and held his penis and testicles cupped in his hand. Do you think my penis is going to be as big as yours, David? he asked. I looked at his penis and testicles. I had no idea what size his penis was going to be but I knew he needed reassurance like all young boys do. Soft, his was about ten centimeters, about four inches. It looked like a nice handful. I dont know, Pyotr, I said. Why worry about it? Your penis is already as big as some grown mens. It will please a woman. Thats all that matters. I thought women liked big ones. Pyotr, you can have a huge penis and still be a lousy lover. Were going to teach you how to be a good lover. Ask James and Toby. Talk to Aimee and let her start you in the sex education classes with them. Ask me questions. Ill answer the best I can. But dont worry about size. Well all teach you how to make love to a woman. Just dont do it with Petra. He looked at me and frowned. David, shes my sister. I love her but I dont want to do it with her. I want to protect her. I always have. Then maybe you had better stop sleeping with her naked, I said. Your penis is a treacherous organ, Pyotr. Sometimes we think with our little head. It doesnt care whether shes your sister or not. I know but I hate to stop, he said. Its always been nice just to sleep with her and cuddle with her. Have you done anything else with her, I mean, more than just cuddling. We play with each other sometimes. I mean sexually. Have you played with her pussy? Has she played with your dick? Yeah, weve always done that. I guess we were just curious about how we were different. Lately, since I started ejaculating, shes jacked me off a couple of times. The first time, I came on my stomach and she tried to see if there was sperm in it. The white stuff is the sperm; isnt it? Yes, and thats what can get her pregnant. Dont take a chance on that, Pyotr. You can kill your sister if you get her pregnant at her age. I wont, David. Shes my sister and I want to protect her. We shared our mothers womb for nine months and weve shared the same bed since them. I guess we love each other because nobody else has ever loved us. Is it so bad if we play with each other, maybe even have sex with each other? Shes your sister, Pyotr, I said. Boys dont usually have sex with their sisters. I know, he said. Weve talked about it though. Well, would the two of you talk to Anna and me before you do anything? Yeah. We waited in the hallway for Anna and Petra to come out. Why does it always take women so long to piss? Finally they walked out hand-in-hand. Lets go back to your bed chamber, Petra, Anna said. David always protects me. I want you to believe that he will protect you too. In their bed chamber, she asked me to crawl in first and Petra to get in second. I want him to spoon up to you, Petra, she said. I want him to hold you, just hold you. Thats all. I want you to feel his strength, his warmth, his love, the same way I feel it every night. Hes the strongest man Ive ever known and hes also the most gentle and loving and caring. Petra moved back against me and I wrapped her up in almost the same way I do Anna every night. I put my arm over her but without my hand on her little breasts, put my right leg over her left one, and nestled my flaccid penis against her smooth little derriere. I pulled her back against me, using just a little force to let her feel my strength, then took a couple of deep breaths, almost closed my eyes, and relaxed. Anna asked Pyotr to get in next and then she spooned up against his butt. She did almost the same thing she usually does with me, almost because she didnt reach down and play with his penis for a moment. Now, could we relax and go back to sleep, Anna said. David and I are going to sleep with you tonight. I want to tell you about the time David killed a rattlesnake with his bare hands before it could strike me. I thought for a second I might get a hard-on from having a young female, a little girl just starting to become a woman, against me. My penis was warm and semi-swollen as it always is in the warmth of our living quarters. It was pressed against the smooth derriere of a beautiful female. I liked to look at her beauty but then I also liked to look at the beauty of her brother the same way. I didnt feel any sexual response from admiring their beauty and I didnt feel any sexual arousal from holding her. All I felt was a protective instinct for an innocent child. I felt the same way about Pyotr. I felt the same sort of instinct for Anna and perhaps for all women. Maybe there is in men a protective instinct toward all women and children. After what I had done in our old world, killing so many men, I liked knowing there was something soft and warm and loving in me. I lay there holding Petra, looking at Anna holding Pyotr, listening to the whispered story of the rattlesnake. When Anna finished, I pulled Petra tighter against me and closed my eyes. Sleep wasnt long in returning. I woke up the next morning with a rampant piss-hard pressed between the warm thighs of a female. At first, I wasnt concerned because I thought I was holding Anna. When I realized I was holding Petra, I tried to move back away from her but she was holding my hand pressed flat against her chest. I felt a soft little breast and the bump of a nipple in the center of my palm. Its OK, David, Petra whispered. Dont go. I know guys sometimes get hard when they have to pee. Ive felt Pyotrs lots of times. It doesnt scare me. I looked at Pyotrs sleeping face. Only his lips moved. Yeah, but she says shell whack it off if I try to stick it in her. It scared me, not her threat, but my hard-ons proximity to her pussy. More than once, Anna and I had sleepily cooperated in letting my penis nose into her pussy in the middle of the night. I sat up, crawled over three bodies, and went to the toilet. Pyotr came in, his morning woody wavering back and forth like a divining rod, and, without a performance, peed next to me. He didnt say a word, just grinned at me. I dont know what the girls did. <><><> A few days later, James and Toby and I planned an early-morning walkabout. I piled my outdoor clothes in the hallway just outside our bed chamber door so I wouldnt awaken Anna getting dressed. Lucky usually awakened about dawn and wanted to go outdoors for a quick pee and then a sniffing exploration. I had left open the door to our bed chamber so James could call me. As usual, the three of us first went to the highest level of the terraces for a look. Lucky disappeared somewhere in the woods. I knew he would come back when James whistled for him. The day was cold and gray with low clouds and strong gusts of wind. Anna had given me the morning weather report but there is nothing like really experiencing the raw outdoors for yourself. I pulled the hood to my rain cape over my head and tied it so only my face was exposed. Toby and James did the same. We stood there like three monks in brown robes looking at the sea and the sky and the mountain. I heard a strange honking noise, looked for it, and soon saw a huge flock of geese coming from the north. I watched as they dropped lower and lower and seemed to curve around somewhere to the south. I realized that was the location of the swamp where Iain and James had found eggs in the water. Well, looks like were going on an eggspedition this afternoon, I said. Toby and James both groaned. At breakfast I announced the afternoon eggspedition and got more groans and giggles. I was eager to go and I knew Toby and James and Iain were too. When James told Pyotr what we were going to do, he was eager to go with us. After lunch, the five of us dressed for our eggspedition. I wanted a fire to warm us so I took my fire starter and some tinder. The weather was still cold and gray so we all dressed warmly and put a rain cape in our backpack. When I hung an extra backpack on my shoulders, Iain did too. He even took an extra-large pot from the kitchen. When I asked why, he said we could put it in one spot, fill it with eggs, and wouldnt have to wade back to the shore so often. James and Toby and even Pyotr wanted to take two backpacks but I advised them to take only one. We hadnt gone far down the mountain when James started singing: Hi ho, hi ho, its off to work we go. Toby joined in, then Iain, then Pyotr, and so I did too. The song died away and a little later James revived it, except that he substituted the word crap for work. And thats the way we went down the mountain, singing, substituting four-letter dirty words for work. Iain carried the big pot on his head and I carried his spear. Have you ever heard hi ho, hi ho, its off to shit we go sung by a guy with a beautiful tenor voice with a pot over his head? When Iain handed the pot to me, I did my best to project my voice, to sing with strength, not weakness, as he had been teaching me. When I finished, I looked at him. He smiled and nodded his head in approval. The pot went from one to another as we walked and the one with the pot had to come up with another dirty word. I wondered who was going to change work into fuck. Toby finally did. I suppose the geese heard us singing. Before we reached the swamp, we saw the huge flock take to the air again. When we broke through the bushes, the water in the swamp was still, white feathers were floating everywhere, and we saw a few white eggs resting on the bottom near us. I sent the others in search of dead wood while I started a fire. With a fire going, we all picked up Spanish moss to use in packing the eggs. It was hanging from the trees everywhere and clumps of it were on the ground. As Iain recommended, we took off our boots, stripped off our tights, and put our boots back on. We kept on our long chemises, tunics, and thick tops which covered us to mid-thigh. With intermittent breaks to warm, we hoped to endure the cold water long enough to find lots of eggs. The water had been muddied by the geese but the swamp was shallow and eggs were still easy to spot. We quickly filled the pot and I carried it back to dry land and unloaded the eggs. I warmed at the fire for a minute and then waded back in the swamp. After a while, James bent over to pick up another egg and farted loudly. He looked to the sky and said, Wheres that goose? Of course the rest of us looked to the sky too. There was no goose. That degenerated into a debate about why geese fly in a V formation and Toby swore that it was so they could break wind and every time they honked it was because they farted and they were enjoying jet propulsion. That degenerated into a discussion of whether other animals farted and what an elephant or whale fart would sound like. I contributed my nonsense two cents and felt like a fifteen year-old boy again. Before we finished, we had filled and emptied the pot about ten times and had all taken breaks to warm. I looked at all the eggs, judged that we had about all we could carry, and called a halt. Still naked down below, we all stood around the fire, warming first one side and then the other. First, we turned our butts to the fire and warmed our backsides. Then we faced the fire, pulled our clothing up above our belly button, and tried to thaw out some evidently cold parts. Our scrotums and penises looked like they were on Roman statues. We stood there grinning and looking at the others. I remembered an incident from my boyhood when a bunch of us had participated in a circle jerk around a fire and then pissed on the embers. I was the leader so I led. I rubbed my testicles and stretched my penis to restore the blood flow. The others followed my example. I kept rubbing, stroking, and pulling, until I felt a familiar response and my penis started engorging. I watched the others, not a word said, until all five of us were standing there with hot hard-ons, even Pyotr. Since I enjoyed a leisurely jerk off once in a while, I was in no hurry. The others grinned and did it too. Toby was the first to squirt. He leaned so far forward that I was afraid he was about to roast his wiener. He spurted again and again, and, damn, the first one flew over the fire entirely and landed between my legs. James was next and he grunted and squirted down in the fire. Pyotr shuffled up until his bare toes were almost in the embers. His contribution was watery but there were white sperm in it. I made a mental note to talk to him again and warn him about sleeping with his sister. Iain and I, the old guys, were still grinning and jerking. If we were in a race for last place, Iain lost. He grunted like James and squirted. Then they all watched me. I shrugged and kept stroking my poker. I whistled and stroked it. They all watched. I held my penis straight out and gave it a few two-fingered strokes, really two fingers and a thumb. They grinned and watched. When I finally came, I squirted out a few long white strings directly in the middle of the fire. James started cheering and the others joined in. I stood there squeezing the last drops out of the tubes and still feeling like a fifteen year-old boy. When I started pissing on the fire, the others grunted and pissed too. We made a lot of piss-smelling steam but we didnt extinguish the fire. I used the pot to carry water from the swamp and soak the embers. As cold and gray and humid as the day was I didnt think there was any chance the fire could get out but I didnt want to take any chances. We put on the rest of our clothing and the dry moccasins we had brought and then started filling backpacks with eggs. Pyotr asked a question. David, do you guys do that together often, you know, jack off? Is it alright? All the guys at school acted like they didnt do it. Lets ask James to answer your question, Pyotr, I said. Yeah, Toby and I do it at least once a day, he said. David and Iain and I did it a lot before their wives came. Aimee says all young males do it cause their balls are producing so much semen and testosterone. She says its normal and nothing to be ashamed of. Youre welcome to join us whenever you want to. Sometimes, James and I do it two or three times a day, Toby added. David did it with us just so you would know its OK; didnt you; David? Thats right, but I also did it because I wanted to, I said. Its fun. Feels good. When I was a kid, we called it a circle jerk. Now that Annas with you, do you still do it? Pyotr asked. Yeah, almost every day. Anna likes to watch me. I answered. Dont you do it with her, you know, make love to her, he asked. Yeah, lots but sometimes shes out of commission but I never am, I said. Sometimes I jack off and she jills off. Its just another way to have fun. Pyotr looked at Iain. He grinned and nodded. Well, I dont remember when I started but lately it seems like I do it every day, Pyotr said. Iain and I helped James and Toby and Pyotr put on loaded backpacks and then he and I each carried two. Our spears were leaning against a huge tree. We each took our spear in our right hand and started the long walk home. Toby started off carrying the pot on his head. James was to carry it second, Iain third, and me last. On the way up the mountain, Iain and I kept an eye on Pyotr. I could tell that he was struggling to climb the mountain with his backpack full of eggs. I watched him carefully and it seemed he could hardly put one foot in front of the other. When I called a break and offered to carry him, he refused. James convinced him. Pyotr, let him carry you. When I first came here six months ago, David had to carry me part way up the mountain. Now Im not even breathing hard. In a few months, youll be like me and Toby. We can carry Davids backpacks. We can both carry two. Maybe Iain can carry yours. If we cant carry them, maybe we could just leave them beside the trail and come back for them later. Pyotr finally but reluctantly agreed. I carried him on my back with his arms around my neck, his legs locked around my waist, my left arm under his butt, and my right arm holding my spear. At first his head was beside mine but as we climbed he let it slip down so it was resting on my shoulder. We were close to home when we met four Sherwood-forest females coming down the mountain looking for us. The three oldest took one backpack each, leaving James and Iain with two each. Petra wanted to take one from James and he reluctantly let her. We slowly climbed the rest of the way back home. I was exhausted from carrying Pyotr but I was also content and happy and glad to be in a world of my choosing. I didnt see how life could be any better. Without my asking, Anna took charge. She had us carry the backpacks into the kitchen where she and Jean-Nicole carefully removed the eggs and put them in the two deep sinks. They sprayed the eggs and then filled the sinks with water, added water purification tablets, and left them to soak. Then she had us carry one of the bamboo drying racks from the central hallway to the outdoors, ordered us to strip naked, and hung our dirty clothes on the rack for the wind and rain and sun to give them a preliminary cleaning. Then she told us to take our naked asses to the bathing chamber where she and Caitlyn and Petra were going to give us five guys a good scrubbing. I looked at Jean-Nicole, wondering why she wasnt going to help. Anna said Jean-Nicole was going to finish dinner so we could eat as soon as we were bathed. Have you ever tried to retain your composure when a woman is scrubbing your feet and legs with a brush and your dick is right in front of her face? How about when another is washing your genitals and ass with a soapy washcloth? Caitlyn scrubbed my feet, then Anna did my legs, and Petra washed my penis and testicles with her soft little hands and a warm soapy washcloth. Caitlyn washed my buttocks and the crack of my ass and giggled while she was doing it. When she finished, Anna gave my penis a good yank and, of course, Caitlyn and Petra yanked it too. I couldnt help that it was pointing almost straight up. They let me wash everything above the waist. I finally rinsed the soap out of my long hair, walked over to the drying circle, and watched the other guys get the same treatment, including the penis yank. I thought life couldnt get any better. I was wrong. It could. With Jean-Nicole as head chef and three sou-chefs, the ladies had prepared a wonderful hot meal for us, oysters crusty with cheese and bread crumbs, warm bread with garlic and olive oil, a huge pot of deer-meat stew, thick and brown and delicious, and an onion frittata made with caramelized onions and fresh eggs. We all ate like we had been starving for days. I was doubly wrong. Anna asked Aimee to fill the pool in the bathing chamber with hot water. Five guys and four girls giggled and shoved and tickled and groped their way to the pool, loincloths were quickly shed, and nine naked little kids soaked and played in the tub. For a while, Pyotr and Toby were both face to face with Jean-Nicole, almost floating on top of her, beautiful bare butts showing occasionally. The three of them were whispering and she was playing with something underwater. I couldnt see what she was doing but I think she had something in each hand. James was behind Petra, his hands were on her almost non-existent breasts, and she was squirming against him and giggling. I saw him let one hand slip down her front. She registered surprise, then pulled his hand back to her breast, and slapped it gently. Caitlyn and Iain were face to face, wiggling and grinning and whispering. Her beautiful derriere bobbed to the top occasionally. Once I saw the red head of Iains penis pop to the surface between her legs. Anna was face to face with me with my hard-on sandwiched between our bellies. She wiggled around until I felt her pussy against the shaft of my dick and she had a quick ride, a fuck without actually fucking. I was content, especially when she gave me an open-mouthed kiss and told me that somebody was going to fuck my brains out when we went to bed. I had no idea that it wasnt going to be Anna. Still naked, we went to our bed chamber. My penis was swollen, waiting for someone to fuck my brains out. I looked at her pubic patch and then at mine. We both had the dark shadow of hair there again. She was my big beautiful Anna, my Anna, my love, my life, my wife, and I was so glad to be united with her. I knew Anna would probably want to brush her hair as she did every night so I sat down on the side of the bed and watched her. During the day, she usually had something tied around her hair so it was like a bushy ponytail behind her head. She removed it, shook her head vigorously, and her dark curly hair went flying. It had been cut short when she came to me but now it was almost down to her shoulders like mine. When she lifted her arms to brush her hair, her breasts were lifted a little and were even more perfect and beautiful. As usual, all I could do was marvel at her beauty and feel blessed that she shared her body with me. When she finished with her hair, she walked over in front of me. I looked up at her, wondering what she wanted. Then she began to brush my hair. I sat there with my mouth close to her breasts and as usual I wanted to suckle at them. Her nipples were already standing out. Maybe that was what she wanted too. In bed together, we leisurely played at loving each other. We tried simultaneous oral sex but as usual that didnt last long. I liked it better when she was sitting on my legs, bent over, one hand cradling my testicles, one moving hand wrapped around the shaft of my penis, her tongue licking upwards over the sensitive spot that tied my foreskin to the head, then her sucking mouth covering the head while her lips slid up and down on it. That was the way I liked it. I wanted her to keep doing it for days. I also wanted to please her. After a while, I scrambled around so I was between her spread legs, put my hands under her soft derriere, and lifted her up to my mouth. I gave her a long slow lick from her perineum between the wet lips of her pussy and all the way to where they joined together and hid her clitoris. I did it again and again until the lips were spread to each side and the sensitive pink area between vagina and clitoris was exposed. Then I concentrated on the area where her clitoris was in hiding until I felt her hard nubbin with my tongue. I didnt want to make her come with my tongue. Not tonight. I wanted to get her close to coming and then slide my penis into her until my pubic bone rubbed her nubbin and the head of my penis was trying to get through her cervix. I knew she liked for me to get her close and then give her all of my penis in one quick slide. She sometimes came as soon as my dick hit bottom. I didnt get that far. Aimee said something and it took me a minute to understand her. David. Anna. Iain and Caitlyn are outside your door. Should I let them in? That puzzled me. They knew a closed door meant Anna and I wanted privacy. Why were they outside and wanting to come in? Yes, Aimee, Anna said. Let them in, please. I lowered Annas butt back to the bed and stayed on my knees between her legs. My penis was pointing at the ceiling. I certainly didnt care if they knew what we had been doing. I wasnt the only one who could be led anywhere by my dick. Caitlyn walked in, pulling Iain along by his dick, giggling, of course. The symbolism of her dragging him by his penis wasnt lost on me. She was an exquisitely-beautiful girl, long golden blonde hair now in a simple ponytail that rested on her shoulder and fell down between her breasts. The little mounds of her breasts were capped with smaller mounds under the tiny pink areolas with little darker-pink nipples. He probably would have meekly followed her anywhere without her handhold. Anna pushed me to one side, then down on my back, and crawled out of bed. She hugged Iain and then Caitlyn and asked, Are you sure you want to do this? Are you and Iain both OK with it? Do what? I asked, looking at Iain. You dont know? Iain asked, standing there with his arm over Caitlyns shoulders and her hand holding his penis. Caitlyn and I were doing the same thing you two were when she said we had to go to your bed chamber. Weve talked about what she and Anna want to do but I didnt know they had it planned for tonight. Its OK with me. Anna put one arm around Caitlyns shoulders and then held out the other to me. Caitlyn put one arm around Annas waist. She still had Iains penis in her other hand. I rolled out of bed and joined the others. If Anna wanted to hold my penis, I didnt mind. That wasnt what she wanted. Anna pulled Caitlyn in front of her, belly to belly and breasts to breasts, and then kissed her, just a gentle soft lips-to-lips kiss. When they stopped, she looked at me, motioned with her head toward Iain, and said, Well? I shrugged. I gently pulled Iain in front of me, chest to chest, hard-on to hard-on, and kissed him the same way. He put his hands on my butt cheeks and pressed against me down below. I wanted to give him a different sort of kiss but I resisted. I put my head next to his and whispered in his ear: Whats this all about? He whispered back. Caitlyn wants you to make love to her. She and Anna have been plotting. They want me to make love to Anna at the same time. Is it OK? Are you sure youre OK with it? Yeah. Caitlyns been talking to Jean-Nicole. I think shes jealous of her. She says she wants us to swap. She wants what Jean-Nicole got. I looked down at my penis and then at his. His was just as stiff and swollen as mine, pointing almost at the ceiling. Mine was pointing a little lower but I knew it weighed more, at least, that was my excuse. We both had a little drool of love drops at the slit. I looked up at Anna and Caitlyn, still standing with arms around each other. Anna winked at me, pointed to Iain, and then leaned over and gave Caitlyn another kiss, an open-mouthed prolonged kiss this time. I looked at Iain. He lifted his head up. I thought what the hell and gave him a kiss like Anna was giving Caitlyn. When we broke for breath, we both looked at Anna and Caitlyn. They both nodded and, hand in hand, walked over to the bed. Caitlyn lay down with her legs hanging off, moved back a little, raised her knees, and put her feet on the bed. I saw an almost hairless little pussy winking at me and started toward it. Anna surprised me again. She put a pillow down on the floor, knelt on it, leaned over between Caitlyns legs, put her thumbs on each side of her pussy, and slowly licked her pussy. I looked at Iain. What were we supposed to do? I put my arm on his shoulders, he put his around my waist, and we watched. Standing behind Anna at an angle, we both could watch while she licked Caitlyns little pink pussy and we could see Annas slit just waiting for somebodys dick to pry the lips apart. I wanted a closer view of what Anna was doing. My motive was good. I wanted to learn how a woman licked another womans pussy. I wanted to learn so I could do the same thing with Anna. I knelt on one side of her and leaned over with my head close to what she was doing. Iain quickly knelt down on the other side of Anna and we both watched. It didnt look different from what I usually did. She pulled the big lips apart, used an upstroke with her tongue to separate the little lips, and then licked up between then. But I couldnt see Caitlyns clit. The hood of it was still covering most of the pink flesh where I knew it was hidden. I reached for Caitlyns hand and guided her fingers to the top of her pussy. I pressed her middle finger down, pulled back, and the little red devil showed its head. I leaned over to the right, slid my hand around Annas perfect derriere, found the lips between her thighs, and then slid one finger just an inch or so into her juicy pussy. She purred. I played. I didnt want to neglect Caitlyn. I leaned in the opposite direction, put my hand on her breast, and very gently squeezed her little nipple. Annas nipples were bigger and long enough to give a baby or me something to suck on. Caitlyns were just a little dark pink bump in her light pink areola. I saw Iain lean in the opposite direction with his hand curled around Annas rear. Maybe he was giving her another finger. She purred like she enjoyed whatever he was probing. Anna gave Caitlyn a minute or so and then stood up. I wondered if Iain or I were supposed to be the next licker. Neither. Anna held out her hand to Caitlyn, pulled her up, and then took her place on the bed. I saw another almost-hairless pussy looking at me and then Caitlyn got down on her knees and gave Annas pussy a minute or so of gentle licking. This time, we could see the lips already separated and waiting. I wondered what was next on the agenda. I quickly found out. Caitlyn helped Anna stand up and they both led me to the bed and pushed me down with my knees bent and my feet on the floor. I didnt mind if they both gave me a good sucking. That wasnt what they had in mind. Anna pulled Iain up to the bed. Caitlyn put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to kneeling. Iain looked at me with a What now? look on his face. Caitlyn nudged him forward. He shrugged, cupped one hand under my testicles, wrapped the other one around the shaft of my dick, licked from my balls up the shaft to the head, and then took the head in his mouth. I looked up at the women. They were standing side by side with one arm around the other, grinning at Iains efforts at sucking cock. I dropped my head down on the bed, closed my eyes, and forgot everything except what Iain was doing. After a minute or so, he stopped and I looked up. Caitlyn was standing beside him as he stood up. Anna held out her hand to me and pulled me upright. Caitlyn pushed Iain down on the bed in the same position. I knew what was expected. I knelt and gave him a few long licks from his scrotum to the head of his dick and then opened my mouth and started sucking. He groaned as if he liked what I was doing. I used my hand and my mouth and tongue for a while until I felt someone touch me on the shoulder. What now, mistresses? I asked. Anna and I want you and Iain on your backs side by side. We want to go for a little ride, Caitlyn said. I frowned, puzzled. We want to swap horses and then go for a ride, Anna said and then grinned mischievously at me. I looked at Caitlyn. She was grinning the same way. I understood. I grinned too, crawled in the bed, and moved over to make room for Iain. He stretched out beside me. Caitlyn quickly moved over him and straddled my legs. Anna crawled in and straddled Iains. David, we want you and Iain to put your hands behind your head and keep them there, Anna said. Caitlyn and I are going to do all the work. Work? I never thought of it as work. I thought of it as play, especially when Anna and Caitlyn did the same thing with Iain and me. Caitlyn held my dick flat down against my stomach and then settled on it, sort of like a little jockey mounting a race horse. I glanced at Anna and Iain and saw Anna on top of him with the red head of his dick poking out. They both started sliding forward and back and whispering to each other. Anna told her what happened the first time, how we both came while doing it when we were in the magic valley. And they giggled. I knew Anna and Caitlyn had planned this and I was finally going to get my dick in Caitlyns little pussy. I wanted to make her squeal. I didnt understand why I wanted to do that but more than once I had wanted to be balls deep in her and to hear her squeal. Finally, Caitlyn reached down, held my penis straight up, notched it in the right place, and slowly worked her way down until most of it was inside her. I looked back and forth from her face to where my penis was gradually disappearing. Either she liked what she was doing or I was about to split her in two. Her vagina was already wet and drooling and I knew Iain must have warmed her up and prepared her for somebodys dick. She was tight but not virginal tight. The girth and length of Iains dick was a little less than mine but her pussy swallowed mine with only a little trouble, only a pleasurable groan from both of us. Iain may have reamed her out well but I knew he couldnt penetrate her as deeply as I could. I knew I was going to do my best to give her all twenty centimeters before I was through with her. She was kneeling on me with her knees on the bed, feet extended behind her, and her derriere hovering over my groin. In that position, she could easily control how deep my penis penetrated her and she could lever herself up and down as she pleased. That told me she was accustomed to doing this with Iain. I put my hands behind my head, did a crunch, and popped my six-pack up for her admiration. Her eyes swept up and down, fastened on my face, and she grinned at me. She knew what I was doing. I flexed my abs and made them ripple. She grinned wider. She braced herself with her hands on my sides and began to move up and down. I kept my head lifted so I could watch my penis being almost engulfed and then reappearing. Damn, what she was doing was one variation of what I liked the most about fucking: a hot wet pussy slowly sliding up and down on my dick. I relaxed so I could concentrate of what I was feeling as she fucked me. She touched me on the shaft of my penis, sort of wiping up toward the head, and I knew she was getting her finger tips well lubed. She did the same thing Anna does sometimes, moving her finger tips around in a small circle over where her clitoris was hiding. In Annas words, she was rubbin her nubbin and at the same time, alternately moving up and down and round and round. Damn, it couldnt get much better. I had no control over my orgasm but I wanted to let her go first. I wanted her wide open and receptive to what I intended to give her. I glanced at Iain and Anna. She was riding him the same way. Her eyes were closed and she had a faint smile on her lips. I turned my head farther and saw Iains face. His eyes were closed and he had a little smile on his face too. They both evidently loved what they were doing. When he came here I thought he was as beautiful a young man as Id ever seen. He looked sixteen, a little soft, with a white stripe around his middle. Now he looked his true age, eighteen, but hard and lean and muscular and tanned all over, still a beautiful young man, a sexy young stud in Annas words. I hoped she enjoyed her ride. When I turned back, Caitlyn stuck her little pink tongue out at me. She knew Id been looking at Iain with Anna. I opened my mouth in invitation. She shook her head no and then a second later leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I tried to capture it but she was too quick. She straightened up, closed her eyes, and resumed riding. Anna saw me watching and pulled Iains head down close to her mouth. I couldnt hear what she whispered to him. He looked over at me and Caitlyn, her slowly riding my steed. Anna pushed him off her and he crawled over between my legs and behind Caitlyns derriere. I looked at Anna, questioning what she wanted. She was lying on her side propped up on one hand. She simply nodded. Iain pulled up on Caitlyns hips and my dick came out of her. He guided his into her, grinned at me, and started slowly fucking her. I put my hands under my head and watched. Shortly, he pulled back, pushed down on her, and she guided my dick back into her pussy. She rode me for a too-short while until Iain pulled her up again and fucked her slowly while grinning down at me. Then he pulled out and pushed her down for me to take a turn. I kept my hands under my head and let her show my dick where to go. Caitlyn started riding again and I closed my eyes and let her have here way with me. Its Annas turn, Caitlyn whispered. Iain moved back over to Anna, flopped down on his back, and she quickly guided his dick into her and started riding. I crawled over behind her rear and waited for my turn. I looked at Caitlyn and saw her lying on her side, head propped up, big smile. I reached down to Annas hips, pulled her derriere up, guided my dick into her, and started fucking. Iain pulled her back down, she showed his dick where to go, and he started fucking up into her. Then I took another turn while Iain lay there grinning at me. David, Caitlyn needs you, Anna said, all too quickly. I crawled over on the other side of the bed, flopped down on my back, and let Caitlyn mount her steed again. Rather quickly she started whining, keening as Iain calls it. When her vocalization increased in strength, I knew she was close. Then she emitted one long loud groan and I felt her vagina trying to milk the semen out of me. I was ready. I waited until her pussys contractions slowed and then I put my hands on her hips and lifted her enough so I could fuck up into her. I grunted with each thrust and she echoed me. I kept shoving my penis into her, not trying to get it all in, until I felt the first unstoppable throb of my orgasm. And then I shoved her hips down hard until her butt was on my groin and I was balls deep in her. The instant I did, she squealed, just a little scream, while my balls squirted my semen out of me and against her cervix. I held her down until the last throb and then let her go. She fell forward on me and I could feel her vagina gently squeezing on the shaft of my dick. I wrapped my arms around her, gave her a few more thrusts, and then relaxed. I had done exactly what I had intended to do. I had made her squeal, not the kind which means she was hurting but the kind which means she had been well and truly fucked and she loved it. She wasnt finished. She lifted her head over mine, brought her open mouth to mine, and hungrily tried to devour my lips and tongue. When she rested her head beside mine, I glanced at Iain and Anna again. They were both motionless. She had her hands on his shoulders. He had his curved around her derriere, probably the same way I like to do, until his fingertips touched the lips of her pussy and the shaft of his dick. I couldnt see his face. She had a satisfied smile on hers. I curved my hands around Caitlyns little derriere until my fingertips were touching the lips of her pussy, stretched tight around the shaft of my dick. I gently rubbed them. She must have liked it. She moaned and wiggled here ass. Did I hurt you, you know, there at the end when I shoved it all the way in? I whispered in her ear. No, David, I may walk funny for a few days but you didnt hurt me, she whispered back. Jean-Nicole told what to expect. I wanted you to fuck me like that. Iain wanted to make love with Anna again too. I wanted to make love to you too, Caitlyn. I just couldnt do it until I knew it wasnt going to cause any problems between you and Iain. I hope it will just make us all closer together. I didnt want to cause him to be jealous. He understands, David. He usually tells me what the two of you talk about. He and I both agree that this will just make us closer. Hes not going to be jealous of you, not when he gets to do it with Anna. Anyway, it beats watching TV; doesnt it? Yeah. I was on the inside of the bed alcove with Caitlyn and Iain was on the outside with Anna. I didnt feel like moving and I was glad when Iain rolled out of bed and went to the bathing chamber for washcloths. Caitlyn was nice to me. She wiped the sweat off my face and chest and the other juices off down below. I shut my eyes and enjoyed it. I felt her wiggling beside me and I knew she was wiping her good parts too. For a while we all lay there without talking, just relaxing and almost going to sleep. Somebodys hand found my soft but still swollen dick and began to play. That started it. For a while, the four of us groped and giggled and stroked and teased until Iain and I both had erect penises ready for another engagement. Anna gave me orders. She had me mount her in the old-fashioned missionary position and then she locked me in place with her arms and legs. Iain and Caitlyn were beside us in the same positions. Everything else faded away and all I knew was what I felt moving in her. This time we slowly and leisurely made love without letting our beasts loose. When I poured out my life into her, I knew I was finished for the night. We slept together, four in one bed, legs and arms and bodies tangled up, hugging each other. I was as happy and content as I had ever been. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Forty-Three On the third day after their dispute began, in spite of my admonitions, James and Sam again brought their argument to the dinner table. Instead of sitting side by side as usual, they were on opposite sides of the table diagonally away from each other. During dinner, they hardly looked at each other. I decided to do something. I walked over to their table, grabbed them both by their wrists, and pulled them back to the table where Anna was still sitting. Anna, would you move down to the end seat, please, I asked. Turn away from the table. When she did, I turned Sam loose. Sam, get on your knees close to Annas right side. She hesitated for a moment and then knelt beside Annas legs. I turned James hand loose and sat down on the seat on the other end, leaving an empty seat between me and Anna. James, get on your knees on my left side, I said. He looked at me, eyes squinted, lips tight together, defiant. No! Do what I said! I commanded. You cant make me. Yes, I can, James, I said forcefully but calmly. You know Ive got the strength to make you do anything. I can make this painful for you. I can really hurt you. I can make you beg me to stop. Im not going to make you. Youre going to choose to do it. He glared at me a little longer. I winked at him and hoped nobody else saw me. He got down on his knees beside my legs. Now, you two take off your loin cloths and bend over my lap and Annas. Were going to spank you. Youve been acting like bad children for three days. Were going to treat you like bad children. Sam released her loincloth and bent over Annas legs from the side. A moment later, James bared his butt and leaned across my legs. I put my left hand on his smooth bare butt cheek with my fingers almost in his crack, slid it down over his testicles, then back up. I put my right hand on his back between his shoulders and pushed down with some strength. James, you and Sam hold hands and dont turn loose until were through. I looked around at all the others. I want you all to line up, I said, trying to keep my voice serious. Were all going to give them two licks and I mean good ones. I want to hear a loud slap when you do it but dont bruise them. I want to see two red butts when we get through. As soon as I said that, I gave James two hard slaps, one on each cheek. He jerked and tensed but he didnt make a sound. I looked at Anna. She gave Sam two good whacks. Sam was looking at James. She didnt say anything either. James was holding both of her hands in his. I looked up. Jean-Nicole was waiting. She gave James two and then Sam two, hard enough to sting anybodys butt. I let three more spank them and then decided to change the arrangement. Sam, you and James change places, I said. Without a word, they swapped. I looked down at her little derriere. Both cheeks were red with handprints. Again, I put one hand on her soft butt cheek with my fingers almost in her crack, slid my fingers down over the lips of her pussy and back up, put the other hand on her back, and pushed down with a little strength. I quickly made her beautiful derriere a little redder and she whined a little. Next, I said and the other four waiting in line spanked Sam and then James. Sam whined a little louder. James grunted. OK, both of you stand up, I said. They did. James had a boner pointing up. He grinned but his eyes were moist. Sams cheeks were wet with tears. Now, listen to me, I said. If you cant settle your arguments like adults, come to me or Anna or both of us. Well try to help you. If we cant, Ill call a conference and all of us will do our best to help you. Just dont go to bed angry with each other at night and especially dont bring your quarrels to the dinner table. The rest of us dont want to hear you arguing. Do you understand? Yes, Father, James whispered. He looked me in the eyes and winked. Yes, DFather, Sam whispered. Now, theres one more thing I want you to do and after that youre free to do anything you wish. I want you to hug each other. Just wrap your arms around each other, put your cheeks side by side, and close your eyes. Stand there for a while and think about what youve been doing for the last three days. Then I want you both to say something in each others ears: I love you. I was wrong. Im sorry. I hoped James understood his remaining role in this little farce. He needed to be his usual loving and kind self, to console Sam, to apologize profusely for causing her to be spanked, to tell her he loved her, and probably to end by making gentle sweet love to her. I looked at Anna. She was smiling. I stood up. I didnt have a boner like James but I had a semi-hard-on tenting my loincloth. I held out my hand to Anna and we left the kitchen and walked, hand-in-hand, to our bedchamber. I thought about letting her spank me. Maybe I would. The next morning, James and Sam sat together at the breakfast table, smiling at each other like two teen-agers in love, both bubbling over with jokes and teasing and fun. Perhaps my solution to the problem was the right one. I had no idea what their argument was about. <><><> Twenty-six days had passed since Renes arrival. If the previous schedule was followed, I knew that the next arrival was imminent. I had to announce my decision. I called for a meeting after breakfast. Ive made my decision, I announced to the assembled crowd and waited until all eyes were on me. We will continue to accept new arrivals, even if they are from Iains and Renes old world. If theyre like Iain and Rene, I believe we wont regret having them come here. I also think our chances of surviving and prospering will be greater with their knowledge and technology. Pyotr raised his hand. I nodded. Thats good, David. Thats the right decision. Now may I make a motion? I looked around the crowd. Everybody was smiling. No frowns. Was that it? Had they accepted my decision so easily? I smiled too and nodded to Pyotr. I move that we have another sex play party to celebrate. I called for a second. Matt seconded the motion. Discussion? Aimee, when do we have a window of opportunity for all the females to fully participate? Anna asked. With six females with different periods, except for Anna, I knew what she meant. Pyotr probably didnt. I saw an expression of puzzlement on his face. Petra leaned over and whispered in his ear. He grinned. In two days, Anna, Aimee replied. All females will be able to have coitus without worrying about their menses. I can not answer as to whether they will wish to participate. All in favor of the motion raise your hand, I said and watched as twelve hands came up. Maybe the chair isnt supposed to vote but I wanted to play too. I dont think we should have a sex play party without some guidelines, Anna said. David and I think our parties should be more about love and not totally about sex. Anna, we cant have discussion without a motion before us, I said. Would you like to put that in the form of a motion? I move that we divide our play party into two parts, she said. One part should involve all of us as a group playing at sex but with certain parameters as defined by the group. The second part should be solely one male and one female making love in privacy. I looked at her and smiled. She had made a good motion which would start us in the direction we both wanted to go. Second? Jean-Nicole seconded the motion. Discussion? We need to set up parameters to our group play. Shit, Toby said. Lets all just get naked and get in a pile. Toby suggests we all get naked and get in a pile. Would anyone like to expand on that idea? Yeah, lets cover the floor of one room with mattresses and then turn out the lights and play it in the dark, James said. OK. The suggestion is that we all get naked in a pile on mattresses in a room and play in the dark. Would any of you ladies like to expand on that? Yes, I would, Jean-Nicole said. For the second part, if were going to choose partners to make love, I dont think we should let you guys park your penis in a pussy until then. First part should be just oral sex, foreplay. Everybody must do oral sex on somebody. When you touch somebody you must do oral sex to him or her. I like that, Caitlyn said. For the first half, we should all just use our hands and mouths. Yeah, but if its dark, and I cant see who Im groping, what if I grab hold of a guy? Pyotr asked. You suck his dick, dummy, Petra said and giggled. It would be more fun if we swap around, Sam said. I think we should have Aimee call for a swap like every minute or so and we should limit the whole session to thirty minutes. You want us to scramble around, naked, in the dark, find somebody not already claimed, and do oral sex on him or her until Aimee says swap? Is that right? Anna asked. Sam grinned and nodded. You mean, if I find a guy and somebody is already sucking his dick, I could go sit on his face? Rene asked. Yeah, but if a guy finds you and offers you his dick, youve got to suck it. Toby said. I held up my hand so I could summarize the suggestions. The suggestion is that we all get naked in a pile in a dark room and do nothing but oral sex and swap every minute for no more than thirty minutes. We can do oral sex on anybody of the opposite sex but guys can do oral sex on guys too and girls can do the same on girls. A single individual can be both a giver of oral sex and a receiver at the same time. Is that about it? I dont think its fair, Sam said. What if a guy comes in my mouth? I cant come in his the same way. Do I have to swallow it? Shes right, Caitlyn said. Maybe she could kiss him or another guy and make them swallow the load. Are you guys OK with that? I asked. Yeah, but I dont think she has to give it to another guy, Pyotr said. She could give it to another girl. He giggled. Toby nodded his approval. I waited but there were no more suggestions. Are you all satisfied with the parameters of our play for the group session? Yeah, but whats a parameter? Toby asked. Its how long Davids dick is, dummy, Jean-Nicole said, and hit him behind the head. He yelped louder than necessary. Im going to assume you all understand the parameters which attach to Tobys motion, I said. Would one of you like to call the question? What does that mean? Rene asked. It means that discussion is ended and were all going to vote on whether to have a sex play party with the parameters we suggested, James said. I call the question. I called for a vote and twelve hands went up. Now we need to decide what were going to do for the second half, I said. Is there a motion, maybe one easier to handle. Anna held up her hand. I move we should let the women choose their partner for the rest of the night, someone other than their usual partner, to have slow loving private sex. Aimee should randomly choose which female goes first, second, and so forth. A chosen male cannot refuse. I second the motion, Caitlyn said. I called for discussion but there was none. I called for a vote and twelve hands were raised. OK. Two nights from now, as soon as dinner is over and weve cleaned the kitchen, we will all have a communal bath together and then get naked and get in a pile in a dark room. After that the ladies will choose their gentleman for the rest of the night. That provoked some raucous cheers, some giggling or laughing, and more than one obscene remark. James whispered something to Sam and she frowned and hit him in the back on the head. He yelped loudly, of course. <><><> Getting naked and getting in a pile in a pitch-black room didnt work out as well as I thought it would. Perhaps it would have been better if the ladies had not added another parameter: in searching for a place to use mouths, hands could not touch sex organs, only mouths. That meant we had to nuzzle around in a heap of naked sweating bodies with our hands and faces until we found a place to use our mouth or our tongues. At first, I was sure I would be able to tell the difference easily. All I had to do was to use my face to find a chest and if it had breasts it was a woman. Maybe if everybody had been still my approach would have worked but everybody seemed to be constantly twisting and squirming and moving. More than once, I moved my nose over a belly expecting to find a pussy for my tongue and instead I bumped into a hard dick laying in ambush for my mouth. I identified some of the females I licked. Petra was the smallest and Anna was the largest and I was pretty sure when I licked Petras little pouting pussy and Annas familiar bouchi. Iains and Matts dicks were the largest in girth, Tobys and James were long but smaller around, Pyotrs precious peter was the smallest. But still sometimes I didnt know whose pussy I was licking or whose dick I was sucking. I guess it didnt really matter. And allowing just one minute before Aimee called time wasnt long enough either. More than once, I had just got started with my tongue in a pussy or my mouth on a dick and trying to figure out whose it was when Aimee announced it was time to change. And, damn, it was hot in that room. Maybe twelve squirming moving bodies were the source of all the heat but it was slippery fun and sweaty bodies and crazy grunting and squealing and I was dripping sweat before wed been in the pile for more than a few minutes. I dont know if anybody had an orgasm. None of the guys came in my mouth. None of the gals gave me a load of semen when I kissed them; at least I suppose they were gals. All the guys who needed to shave were beardless, except Matt who had arrived with a short black beard and still kept it, and except for him it was impossible to be sure whether my mouth was on a womans lips or a mans. But, damn, it was fun and Id do it again, with some different parameters. <><><> I choose David, Rene said. I looked at her, half lying, half sitting, slumped down on the mattress, propped against the wall, all sweaty, rosy from exertion, and I knew I was looking at everymans wet-dream desire. She was looking at me out of the corners of her eyes, maybe an exhausted look, maybe an Im-ready-to-be-fucked look. Her blonde hair was tangled but still framed her beautiful face. She was breathing through her partially-opened mouth, perhaps recovering from scrambling around in the pile. Her moist lips were full and heavy and pink. Her breasts were two absolute delights, two milky rounded swellings of vanilla topped with strawberry aureoles like a mound on a mound, little nipples soft and virginal and almost non-existent. Her stomach wasnt soft and flabby; it was almost hard and I could see the underlying muscles heaving up and down as she breathed. Her legs were close together, between them a scant covering of blonde pubic hair, nothing showing of the opening there. Aimee called the order of which female was to choose. Petra was called first and she chose Toby. He grinned, held his long slim penis straight out toward her, followed instructions, knelt at her feet, and prayed to his goddess for the night. Jean-Nicole was called next. She chose Matt. He grinned just as widely as Toby, followed instructions, stiff penis pointing almost at the ceiling, knelt at her feet, and salaamed to her beauty. Rene was called third and, surprise, she chose me. Shed had me once and I wondered why again. My hard-on led me over in front of her. I followed instructions and knelt and bowed at her feet. Anna was called next. She chose Pyotr and it was easy to see he was pleased by her choice. He almost danced over in front of her, dick red, rampant, and ready, and knelt before her. I knew which the last two couples would choose. They really had no choice since each female was required to choose a new partner for the night. Sam chose Iain and Caitlyn chose James and the two males danced over in front of their females for the night led by rigid erections. When they knelt and bowed, I wondered if I had looked so ridiculous on my knees with my head down low and my butt up in the air. I looked around at everybody and saw that they all seemed pleased, both with their choice and at being chosen. I stood up, held out a hand to Rene, and pulled her up against me. She put her hands on my butt, pressed her stomach against mine and, of course, sandwiched my hard penis between our bellies. She lifted her face to mine and I leaned over and kissed her. I briefly looked up, saw five other couples in various stages of a kissing embrace, and then kissed Rene again. Her tongue invited me in and I challenged it to a duel for dominance. Hand-in-hand, Petra led an obedient Toby out of the room. Jean-Nicole led a smiling Matt. Rene led me. I quickly glanced at Anna and saw her smiling at me but with her arms around Pyotr. I think she mouthed the word Enjoy. The other couples, I suppose, followed and we all went to different bedrooms. I didnt know what to expect but the females had evidently planned well. Rene led me to a freshly-made bed with smooth sheets. I knew we were going to mess up the sheets more than a little. I started to put my arms around her but she put her palms on my chest and pushed me away. Would you like to shower with me first, David? she asked. Im all sweaty. No. Im sweaty too but I want you just as you are. Are you sure? she questioned. I think there must have been more than six guys and five other girls. I lost count of the dicks I sucked and the pussies I licked. My bouchi feels like its drooling down my legs. Yeah, I know how you feel, I said. If we ever do that again, I think we ought to have longer than a minute to find somebody to lick or suck. It seems like Aimee was calling time just as soon as I got started. It was fun, she said. Now what do you want to do? I thought you ladies were supposed to be in charge tonight. We are but maybe what you want and what I want will be the same. I hope so. I want to give you a tongue-bath. I want to lick all the sweat off you. I want to kiss you and lick you and suck your little strawberry nipples until I taste cream. I want to lick your little pussy until you have a few orgasms and tell me to stop. Then I want to slide my tianga in your drooling bouchi and give you a good fucking. I think thats what I would like too, she said and sudden leaped upward. I caught her ass just in time and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I could feel her wet bouchi touching the head of my tianga and I wanted to impale her. Somehow, I resisted the urge and saved it for later. She leaned her head to one side, I instinctively leaned to the other and she tried to shove her tongue down my throat. I let her swab my tonsils without retaliating for a moment and then I invaded her territory. For a while, that was all we did, me standing there just inside the bedroom with her clinging to me with arms and legs and both of us dueling with our tongues. She pulled her face away and said, Lift me. Lift me like you did last time. I liked that. I put my arms in her armpits and slowly lifted her and watched as her delicious breasts passed in front of my face and then her taut stomach. She squealed and I resolved to give her good reason to squeal. When I saw her little split mound with its light surround of fine curly blond hair, I looked up and saw her head almost touching the ceiling. I lifted a little more and heard her head bonk against the ceiling. Ouch, damn it, David, that hurt, she said. I lowered her back down and she again wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She stuck her little pink tongue out at me. I stuck mine out and wiggled it. She stuck her tongue out again and I leaned forward and sucked on it. I wanted to use my mouth and tongue on other places so I walked over to the bed, slowly leaned over, and eased her down on the bed. I quickly pushed her back, lifted her legs, and splayed them in a sexy V with her glistening bouchi at the bottom. I dropped to my knees, bent over, still holding her legs, and started sucking and licking first one delightful breast and then the other. She moaned loudly. Maybe I was sucking too strongly. I tried to be gentle but I wanted to get her entire breast in my mouth. After a while, I licked a path down over her vertical navel to just above her pussy and then licked up first one thigh and then the other. Damn, I tasted sweat and pussy juice and something else all intermingled and it was like an aphrodisiac. My dick liked it but I told it to wait a little longer. The insides of her thighs were so soft and smooth and I loved licking them. She moaned softly and I took that to mean she liked it too. I pushed her legs out to the side so they were almost splayed horizontally, dropped down a little and sought out the place where her vagina was hidden in all the coral flesh, and started tongue fucking. She squealed again. I kept doing it and I tasted her arousal. Maybe my dick drooled but her pussy flooded. Finally, I licked from her little pink pucker, over the widespread lips of her pussy, and all the way to the little button at their apex. It felt like a little penis to my lips and tongue. I sucked on it and licked it and then sucked even harder and licked some more and then she really squealed as she came. I turned loose of one leg and stuck two fingers in her vagina and kept sucking. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers and I sucked and licked and finger fucked until it finally relaxed and got even more juicy and softer. I stood up, crawled in the bed, and started to drag her around. She surprised me. She pushed me down on my back, crawled on top of me, showed my tianga where to go, and, in a couple of ups and down, she engulfed it until her soft ass cheeks were pressing down on my tolos. I didnt protest. I liked it her way. I liked it my way. I liked it anyway. For a moment, she sat there gently squirming around and a little bit up and down. I looked up from where we were joined to her face and saw her eyes closed and a grin that said she liked what she was experiencing. I reached up with both hands, lifted her breasts with my palms, and caught her erect nipples with my thumb and a finger. She smiled even more. Im going to fuck you, she said, and she did. I lay there unmoving except for lifting my head to look at her face and lowering it to look where my glistening tianga was sliding in and out of her bouchi. I held her breasts as best I could with her moving and used my thumb and one finger to roll and pinch her little nipples. Just watching her face, I could easily tell when she came. Her face gradually changed from a closed-lips smile into a frowning grimace and her little bouchi tried to squeeze the juice out of my penis. I allowed her about half a minute to recover and then lifted her by the hips. I turned my beast loose, fucked up into her for a brief while, and then shoved her down with every inch of my tianga in her and emptied my balls against her cervix. She really squealed then, almost a scream. The second time, she wanted me on top. I obliged. I slowly slid my dick in her juicy pussy, loving the heat and wetness and tightness of her vagina. When I thought most of my dick was in her and my slack scrotum was resting on her soft ass cheeks, I paused for a moment to savor the delicious feeling. Thats when she asked me a question. David, do you love me? Did I? I thought for only a split second, knowing what answer Id best give. Yes. I love you too. Ive been thinking a lot about love. I love you and I love Iain and I love Matt and Toby. When I get around to James and Pyotr, maybe Ill love them too. Does that make sense? Yes, I love all the women here. Its not just sex. Its love too. Youre all wonderful lovable women. But I love Matt and Toby in different ways. How? Well, Toby is the most wonderful lover any woman could want. He puts me ahead of himself and I usually come three or four times with him. Sometimes he drives me out of my mind, maybe before he even gets his tianga in me. And Matt? Matts not as good a lover but Im strongly attracted to him. Hes all male and hes dangerous and sometimes he fucks me so hard I feel like Im helpless but loving what he does. Sometimes Im afraid of Matt, never Toby. Which tianga do you like best? Neither. Tobys is long and slim but it fills me up and he knows how to use it to please me. Matts is bigger around but it fills me up the same way and I like it when he loses control and just fucks me. Are you finally going to make up your mind which one you want? I think I already have. I think Jean-Nicole wants Matt and I want her to have him. I want Toby when I settle down and get married. I think I want to have children with him. Thats good. You should surrender yourself to loving one man as completely as you can. Thats what Anna and I have done. We have a degree of intimacy and love that makes us like one person sometimes. It seems were one body and I feel both her orgasm when her cervix is gasping for my semen and my penis is pumping it out almost directly into her womb. I dont think you can achieve that unless you really surrender to loving another person. It forms a bond that I think is unbreakable. I hope Toby and I can be like that. Sometimes I think we are. Why are you telling me this? Do you want my approval? I may be the leader but Im not when it comes to affairs of the heart. I know. We swap back and forth, you know. Some nights the four of us get together and Toby will make love to me while Matt is with Jean-Nicole. Then after they both come one time, we swap and make love again and each one gets sloppy seconds. Thats what Matt calls it. I hope you understand why we have the sex parties, Rene. We want to foster a strong feeling of love in everybody, not just a love for one person but a love for every woman here. Every man, too, but I dont think we have to have sex for that. Why not? Matt and Toby have had sex together while Jean-Nicole and I were with each other. Sometimes they watch us and sometimes we watch them. Chacun son got. What does that mean? Everyone to his taste. Or her taste. Do you have that taste? I suppose. In some ways. Sometimes I feel like a friend to Iain. Sometimes a brother. Sometimes a lover. Im more like a father with James and Toby. Im just a friend, maybe a brother, to Matt. Ive given all four blow jobs. You dont think its bad to have sex with someone of the same sex? No, as long as it fosters love. James was abused by a foster father. That fostered hatred and was wrong. Well, he certainly loves Sam. They may have sex with other partners but I think theyre already strongly committed to each other. I think so too. Are you going to move your ass or are you going to just lay here on top of me? Im ready if you are. She had her arms around my chest and her ankles locked over my ass while we were talking. I reached down with my right arm, put it behind her knee, and pushed back. I did the same with my left arm and she was bent almost in half and her pussy was at a perfect angle for me to ream it out. I started slowly as usual, just luxuriating in the feelings as my dick slid in and out of her hot liquid pussy and I gradually moved my ass faster and harder. I didnt resist when my beast assumed control and I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. When I felt the first twinges of coming, I fastened my mouth on hers and tongue-fucked her too. When I came, hard and almost painful in how good it was, she screamed into my open mouth. I didnt feel her little bouchi squeezing. Did you come? No, but I dont need to. I moved down over her, still holding her knees almost in her armpits, and fastened my mouth on her pussy like a leech and sucked a whining groaning orgasm out of her. I tasted our combined dick-juice and pussy-juice when I licked over her drooling vagina but I was still so damned hot I didnt care. After that, not a word was said. She backed up to me and I spooned up to her and tucked my completely-satisfied dick in the warm juicy spot between her legs. I cupped my hand under one hot sweaty breast, kissed her on the back of her neck, and gave up for the night. I didn't give a flying fuck in a forest fire what drooled out of us onto the sheets. <><><> Two days after our sex party, we, six males, no females, decided to go hunting. Matt and Iain and I invited the three male Mouseketeers to go with us and they jumped at the chance. We didnt even ask if any of the females wanted to go. We simply announced the decision as a fait accompli. The females didnt protest but we got a few frowns and more than one pink tongue stuck out at us. We had been cooped up on the day after our party by a cold blustery rain. I knew that if a frontal system moved through one day, the weather would probably be sunny and cold the day after. Deer would probably try to shelter during the rain and would be hungry and foraging the next day. We decided to split up into small teams as usual, with me leading a team with Iain and James and with Matt leading the other with Toby and Pyotr. We all carried a spear as usual and a bow, the Brute for me. As part of weapons training all of us had practiced carrying a spear in the right hand and a bow notched with an arrow in the left. If we wanted to use the bow, we quietly laid our spear on the ground or dropped it and then used our right hand to draw the bow. Id made the others practice it until we were all quite fast and accurate at it. After an early breakfast, we went down the mountain and then split into teams. Matt and I wanted to try something. His team split off and went toward the east. My team continued down the mountain a few more minutes and then went to the east as well. The idea was that if his team spooked some deer, they might flee down hill and run right into my team. The idea worked. Wed been quietly walking for a while when I heard the sounds of fleeing deer. James was leading our group with me in the middle and Iain bringing up the rear. James and I dropped our spears and drew our bows, ready. Thats when disaster struck. A large buck bounded over a bush, touched ground once, and then collided with James. He had no time to get off an arrow before the buck lowered its head, swung it up, caught James on its antlers, and threw him backwards. He might have tried to defend himself by grabbing the antlers but it happened so fast I couldnt tell if he was successful. He landed on his back with a whump. I knew the buck might try to gore him while he lay there defenseless and I knew I had to do something. I ran a few steps, launched myself at the deer, hit it with a body block near its front legs, and knocked it down. I didnt want the buck to get away so I quickly scrambled around, sat down astride it, grabbed it by the antlers, and pulled its head back. Its front and hind legs were kicking back and forth wildly but it couldnt get any traction when on his side. Iain, get Big Boy! I yelled. Cut its throat! After Iain and Anna and James and I killed the bear on the isthmus, I had trained Iain and the others in the best way to cut an animals throat. Iain did it perfectly. He pulled Big Boy out of my scabbard, got behind the deers head, and, with both hands, shoved big boy down in its throat and cut outward. It worked. Red blood fountained up and quickly subsided into strong flows. The deers struggles gradually subsided. I quickly went to James. He was still flat on his back, unmoving, and I saw pain and fear on his face. His eyes and mouth were open but he didnt seem to be breathing. He was holding his lower abdomen and seemed frozen. While I watched, he gulped once, twice, and then started gasping to get more air into his lungs through his open mouth. I knew I should try to see how badly he was hurt. Iain knelt beside him on the other side. James, hold on to Iains hands. Im going to look at your belly. David, it hurts, he said and his words showed his pain. He turned loose of the clothing on his belly and grasped Iains hands. Lets give it a few minutes and see if you feel better, I said. Maybe it just knocked the breath out of you. I looked at his tunic, saw some rips, but I didnt see any blood. I gently peeled the tunic up and saw a chemise. It was also torn in one place and I could see a second chemise under the first one. I was relieved a little. Maybe three layers of clothing had prevented something serious. I tugged the first chemise up and then stopped. Below where I knew his belly button was, I saw a small amount of blood around a pucker in the cloth. I eased the third layer up and felt a little resistance as the cloth was pulled out of the pucker and away from his stomach. That scared me. I didnt know what to do if his stomach wall had been penetrated and the chemise pushed into the opening. I gently rolled the second chemise up on his chest and looked at his belly. He had three bad scrapes that started a few inches below his belly button and extended up to his chest, maybe a foot long. All three were oozing a little blood. The middle one was the one where the chemise had stuck and where there was more blood. I knew I should reassure him. Youve got three scrapes from the deers antlers, James, I said. I think your clothing saved you from something bad. Can you put your finger where it hurts the worst? He promptly put his finger on the bottom of the middle scrape. I looked closer. The skin was definitely broken and seemed to be pushed in a little. I used my cool vision to home in on the bloody little pucker but I didnt see anything that indicated his abdominal wall had been penetrated. I decided to try something. James, I want you to take a deep breath, hold your nose, and then push down like youre trying to shit. Can you do it? He nodded and did what I asked. His whole stomach bulged but I saw no change in the place where the antler had almost penetrated him. I was no medic and I didnt know what to do. I looked up at Iain. Iain, can you go up the mountain and yell for the others? I asked. I think theyre close and were going to need help. Iain quickly started up the mountain, yelling for Matt. Moments later, he returned with Matt following and Toby and Pyotr behind them. I held James hands in mine to reassure him while Iain explained what had happened and then I looked up at Matt. Matt, I think you and I should carry James home as quickly as possible. From the outside, he doesnt seem to be injured badly but he could have internal injuries. Anna will know what to do. What are we going to do about the deer? James asked, barely able to speak. Well get it later, I said. You dont worry about it. We need to get you home. David, I want to take the deer with us, James said. I can walk. You and Matt can carry it. I looked at Matt. What do you think we should do? He looked around at all of us, at the deer, and then back at James. He held out his hand to James and said, Stand up. James struggled to his feet. I saw that Matt had not really pulled him up. He had just provided a hand for James to pull on. James swayed a little, moved his feet farther apart, and grinned at me. Walk with me, Matt said, and James managed to walk with him. They walked around the deer and then returned to where I was still squatting. I could see that James was hurting but he managed to grin again as though he had proved something. Lets try it his way, David, he said. You and I can tie the deers legs to a spear and carry it. Iain and Toby can help James walk. Pyotr can carry stuff. What if James cant walk all the way? Toby asked. We can leave the deer somewhere and string James up on a spear so David and I can carry him, Matt said without grinning. Hot damn, Toby said. Can we have him for dinner? James showed him a middle finger. They were both grinning. Can I say something to the deer before you guys string him up? James asked. I had no idea what he wanted to say but I approved anyway. Sure. He walked over to the deer and looked down at it. Im sorry, Mr. Buck. I apologize for us killing you. You sort of exploded out of that bush and all I could think was how beautiful you were and what a magnificent creature you were and then you got me. I want to eat some of your heart for supper so maybe I can grow up and be like you. Maybe Iain and David would like some of your heart too. Is that OK? On our way back home Iain and Toby led the pack and helped James. He walked reasonably well at first, his arms around their necks, one of theirs around his waist but before we were home I could see him struggling and relying on them more and more. Matt and I carried the deer all the way home with no problem. Pyotr brought up the rear, carrying extra bows and quivers and spears, still trying to sing the Hi Ho song with a voice that couldnt decide whether to sing like a boy or like a man. We stopped beside a stream to rest once and Matt and I field dressed the deer. Toby and Iain and Pyotr offered to help but I told them to save their strength to carry James and other stuff the rest of the way. As soon as we got home, I removed the deers heart, put in a pot, and told Pyotr to take it to James so he could tell Jean-Nicole what he wanted. I hung the deer in the cooler to let it age before I butchered it. Anna thoroughly examined and questioned James and prescribed pain pills and bed rest with someone sitting with him. Sam volunteered but she didnt exactly sit; she crawled in their bed and cuddled up to his side and held his hand in hers. He slept through lunch but was awake and at the table for supper. Our dinner arrangements that night were different. Six males sat at one table and were served and waited on and pampered by six females. We ate a stew made of deer heart and potatoes and onions, fried pork cutlets, a casserole of scalloped oysters, mixed garden greens braised with olive oil and garlic, and lots of fresh bread. The six of us were each served a portion of the stew. I expected the heart meat to be tough and tasteless but Jean-Nicole somehow had made it tender and delicious. The six females sat at the other table except when they were jumping up to make sure we had everything we wanted. They didnt even ask for help from our table when they cleaned the kitchen. James had a badly bruised stomach, all purple and red and yellow for days after, but no serious or permanent internal or external injuries. For three days he had to pee in a pot and then let Anna look at it to see if there was any blood in his urine. He had pain pills for two days and didnt act like his usual mischievous self. He had six women lovingly taking care of him so maybe he was faking a little. Matt and I had a long talk the next morning and he asked if I was grooming him for leadership when I let him decide what we should do to get James home. I lied and said I hadnt thought of it but I said I probably wouldnt have decided anything differently from the way he did. A couple of days after our hunting trip, James and I happened to wander into the toilet to piss at the same time. We both did it the same way, held our loincloths to the side with our left hand, held our dicks with our right, and pissed somewhat competitively. When we started to walk away, I gave in to an urge and pulled him against me with one hand behind his head and one arm around his chest. He wrapped both arms around me and squeezed. I held him for a moment, both of us quietly breathing, his head nestled against my throat and chest. What was that for? he asked, as we started to walk back out in the hallway. I stopped and looked at him. Perhaps he was a boy when he came to be with me but he was a young man now. He still had that infectious grin, long hair almost down on his shoulders, slim hard body. He was a beautiful young man. James, you called me father after we spanked you, I said. Im not but I love you like a father. I wish you could know how I felt when I saw you lying on the ground after the deer got you. I hope you and I both live to a ripe old age and I hope I never stop loving you like that. Im proud of you and I hope my son will be like you. He grinned at me and winked. <><><> A little before our usual time to start the day, Aimee announced our newest arrival to Anna and me. I asked her to call Iain and Caitlyn in a few minutes and then call the others but ask them to wait until they were called to come to Aimees room. She described him as a beautiful young boy and she was certainly right. I needed only one word to describe our new arrival. Boy! No other words were necessary to label him. He was sitting in Aimees recliner in very good posture, his head upright and steady, his calves dangling at the end of the chair, his arms straight by his sides, and his hands holding onto the end of the chair. His small penis was erect and uncapped and protruding from between his legs. He was looking around with evident curiosity. As soon as Anna and I walked in, he turned to look at us and smiled, a warm happy smile. He was another beautiful boy, just a boy, just on the cusp of turning into a man. His hair was a rich brown and was long and tangled, curling up on his neck. His eyes were brown too and were squinted, perhaps at the bright light. His nose was still a boys pug nose. His lips perfect and full and pink. Perfect white teeth showing in his smile. Chin flawless with a little dimple in the middle. And finishing his beauty: freckles, lots of them, brown freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. I couldnt see any sigh of a tan on his body just flawless smooth skin with no white stripe around his hips. His penis looked like that of a boy just beginning puberty, maybe five inches erect, pubic hair very sparse, testicles larger than a boys but not yet a mans. Hello, he said and looked both of us up and down. He didnt seem surprised that we were naked. Hello, Anna and I said at the same time. You must be David, David Blunderbuss, he said, looking at me and then shifting over to Anna, and you must be Anna Conda. They told me the leader would be a really tall guy and he would be with a beautiful tall woman. Those were our last names, Anna said. Were married now and weve chosen a new last name. Its Guerrier. Whore you? Im Brian, Brian Stuart, he said. Thats not my original name. My parents chose Stuart when they came to your world and I chose Brian because its something like my original first name. Where are Iain and Caitlyn? Were here, Brian, Iain said from behind me. I turned and saw him and Caitlyn walking in. Do you know me? No, I just know about you. They said you came here from Ireland, where the transporter is located. I came from a group in England. We were located near Southend-on-Sea, east of London, on the coast of the North Sea. They said you would be with a little blonde angel and, yok, they were right. Yok? Caitlyn said. Thats an exclamation something like damn in our original language, Iain said. Aimee was watching from her screen. David, Brian was awake and alert almost as soon as he arrived. Perhaps he had an easy journey. Brian, everyone who has made the journey before you has arrived with a full bladder. I said. Do you need to pee? He looked down at his erect penis, then back up at me, and smiled again, self-consciously. Yeah, I need to go. He slid off the end of the recliner and tried to stand. I could see from the expression on his face that he was dizzy. I reached out toward him and he grabbed my right hand. I put my left hand under his arm. Brian, most of us have experienced some dizziness from the journey, Anna said. Hang on to David and Iain and let them help you to the toilet. OK, I really do need to go, he said, still smiling with what Id call an appealing smile. He took a few steps, still holding my hand and then stopped. He was very unsteady on his feet. Iain held him by his other arm and the three of us went to the toilet and lined up at three adjacent urinals. Brian reached down and held his penis. Nothing happened. Ive got to piss too, Iain, I said. How about you? Yeah, me too. We shuffled up a little closer, and started pissing. Brian looked at me pissing, then at Iain, and that was all the stimulus he needed. He bent his dick down to horizontal and started another stream. With a detour to fit him in a loincloth, we helped him back to Aimees chair to see whether he needed to be medicated. He said he felt better than he did after playing soccer at school and was able to stand for Aimee to take all his measurements. I asked her to give him the same clearance as all the others. She knew to restrict him from entry to only one room. After that he didnt seem surprised when he was given four hugs. He grinned more after naked breasts than after naked chests. He asked me if I would call all the others and I did. As they were introduced, he got more hugs. He seemed to linger longer with Rene than with the rest of us. He whispered something to her and she nodded and grinned. Lucky gave him a sniff test, decided he was acceptable, and licked his cheek. Brian beamed and scratched Luckys head. When he finally got off his knees with Lucky, he looked around at all of us and his face broke out with a beautiful smile, even more so than James face when he arrived. Ive got some things Im supposed to say but I want to ask a couple of questions first, he said. Is that OK? Yes, youre free to say anything you wish, I said. Are all of you content to stay here together? Are you happy with your new world? Are you satisfied with Davids leadership? I heard lots of yeses and variations on that. Brian waited until we were all quiet again. First of all, I want to tell you that my father and sister are coming here as soon as they can. I have a twin sister who should arrive next and then my father is coming. My mother is dead, killed about two months ago in the London bombing. Thats why my father insisted so much that he wanted to come and my sister and I wanted to come too. We just didnt want to stay in a world where somebody would blow themselves up just to kill other people. Brian, Rene told us that we were going to have access to knowledge about your world, like its technology and tools but she said she couldnt do it until someone else came. Can the two of you unlock that knowledge somehow? I asked. He looked at Rene, smiled, and nodded at her. Yeah, we can unlock it. Weve both got to say the same thing to Aimee and then she will be a repository for knowledge about our world just like she is for knowledge about your world. How old is your father? I asked. What can you tell us about him? Hes not old. Hes just thirty-three. He and my mother were childhood sweethearts and they had me and my sister when they were just nineteen. Hes a scientist and I dont understand what he does. He says he will act as a translator or something in helping you with our stuff. He says he needs to be occupied with working so he doesnt think about our mother so much. Well, youre going to be occupied here, James said. I was almost killed by a deer a week ago. My stomachs not usually this color. He pointed to all the purple and yellow scrapes and bruising on his abdomen. I assumed he was trying to make Brian think of something other than his mothers death. Yok, Brian said. Yok? Toby questioned. Yok is an exclamation something like damn in our old language, Iain explained again. Hot Yok! Toby exclaimed. I like it. Im multilingual now. Yeah, multi-cunnilingual, James said. Toby showed him a finger. James showed him one back. Sam and Jean-Nicole hit them on the backs of their heads. James yelped. Toby said WhatdidIdo? Brian looked bewildered. Brian, you might as well get used to the way these kids are with each other, I said. They love to do anything to provoke us to laughing. Its all in fun. Brian, when your sister comes, does she have a boyfriend, Pyotr asked. Do you have a girlfriend? No, not yet. Well, youve got one now. Her names Petra and I highly recommend her. Maybe youd put in a good word with your sister for me. Lets leave the match-making for later, I said. Brians got something else to tell us. I have but could I just tell you the important stuff first. Im thirsty and hungry and maybe I could sleep for a while after I eat something. Ill try to answer questions later. You could sleep in the room with Pyotr and me if you want to, Petra said. Wed like that. Let him tell us his message and then well feed him and you can put him to bed, Anna said. Brian grinned that wide smile again. The first thing is that if Rene and I say the same thing to Aimee it will unlock all of her knowledge of our old world. Shes had it all along but just didnt know it. The second thing is that Aimee will then be able to send a person back to their place of origin in their universe. The people at Southend recommend that people travel no more than two times so I suppose Im stuck here because Ive already done that. Sending inanimate things like tablets is no problem so you can communicate with them. They want to know everybody is well and happy here. They want you to send them a tablet with pictures of everybody. If you send them a tablet with a message about what you need, they can send supplies. Are you ready for me and Rene to say the words to Aimee that will unlock all this? Are you ready, Aimee? I was speechless, thinking of all the implications of his message. Aimee wasnt. Yes, Brian, Im ready. He looked at me. I nodded. He took Renes hand in his and they moved directly in front of Aimees monitor. They both said the same thing: The frog is dead. At least thats what it sounded almost like. I assumed that their password was in their original language. Aimee blinked rapidly a few times, cocked her head to one side, and smiled. Well, thats interesting, she said. 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A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twenty-Seven When she arrived, our newest family member was named Jemima, a biblical name. She said she had always hated it because it sounded like she was named after Aunt Jemima, of pancake-syrup fame. We told her she was no longer bound to keep the name her parents had given her. She wanted to banish it forever so we all helped her choose another name. She wanted a French name which sounded romantic and exotic. She chose Jean-Nicole and then said it over and over until Anna and I were satisfied she was pronouncing it correctly. She is now Jean-Nicole, with a hyphenated French name, the two parts of which must always stay together. Jean-Nicole was a beautiful young girl, as only a young virginal girl at the peak of her loveliness can be. Her eyes were unusual: the scleras were pure white without a trace of blood vessels and the irises were light gray encircled with a dark border. The effect was stunning. I looked at her eyes to the point of being impolite. She could bewitch any young man with those eyes and, if she fixed her eyes on you, she could cast a magic spell that made you do whatever she wanted. She also had something bewitching between her legs. The first time I saw it, when she bent over carelessly outdoors and the wind whipped her loincloth to one side, I couldnt believe what I saw. Virginal! Thats one word which described it. Enticing! Thats two words. All I saw was a soft mound, split in two with nothing in between, everything hidden, hardly any pubic hair. I wanted to use my tongue to lick those little hidden lips inside into separating and then to slide my penis into her until I made her moan. She was a tall slim girl with flawless skin that showed no sign of being exposed to the sun. She clearly had a young womans body: small breasts that needed no support, a narrow waist with a flat abdomen, and wider hips ready for child-bearing. Her derriere was tight and rounded and was another bewitching feature. Anna and I were right about her in one way but wrong, very wrong, in another. She was from a strict religious sect in a Western state. They called themselves The Brethren and their lives were strictly controlled by The Elders. They all lived in a valley almost completely encircled by rugged mountains and the nearest small town was over ten miles away. She was seventeen, a few months away from eighteen, and about to be forced into a marriage which she didnt want. The Elders and her parents were wise enough not to use physical force but the psychological force was intense. If she didnt obey, she would be banished from The Brethren and would never see her parents or siblings again. At eighteen she would be considered an adult by the state and supposedly free to choose whom she wanted to marry. The Elders had chosen her to be a second wife to a thirty-five-year old man. His first wife had died in childbirth leaving him with five small children. The Elders forbade birth control and she had no desire to become a breeding heifer and to have five children to care for. In spite of the constant indoctrination, she didnt really believe anything The Elders taught about religion. She felt she was an agnostic or maybe an atheist but she was wise enough never to reveal her lack of belief. She was intelligent and wanted to continue her education and perhaps to go to college. That was her secret desire, to go to college with all the young men who might satisfy her sexual needs and with some opportunity to develop her inquisitive mind. She was intensely sexual, masturbated frequently, and thought she was demented because of her constant need for the sexual relief her fingers gave her. She even admitted to Anna and Caitlyn a fondness for cucumbers and zucchini and left it up to them to know what she liked about them. She said her father was especially fond of cucumber and onion and tomato salad and he even liked her recipe for stuffed zucchini. Anna giggled when she told me that. I wanted to stuff a zucchini with her. All the children in The Brethren were bused to school in the small town. One day she found the courage to talk to the school counselor, an elderly woman who was loved by all the children. She unburdened herself about her lack of belief and the impending marriage but the counselor seemed unable to help her. The next day, she approached Jemima, told her she had dropped something, handed her an envelope, and walked away. When Jemima looked inside, she found a bus ticket to San Francisco and an address for a womans shelter. A few days later, she skipped school, and, with little except the clothes on her back, boarded the bus, and felt free for the first time in her life. At the shelter, she used her real first name and a fictitious last name and lied about her age. When they learned of her cooking skills, she was given a paying job in the kitchen and was happy to be working there. She loved to explore and, with another girl, wandered the city, enthralled by the beauty and mystery of San Francisco. Then one day a policeman showed up, confirmed that she was an underage run-away, and said he had to report her whereabouts to her parents. The counselors at the shelter were legally helpless but told her that a trusted older couple might be able to help her. She talked to the couple, pleaded with them to help her escape, and was told that they would do what they could before her parents arrived. She went to bed that night at the shelter and woke up in our new world. <><><> Jean-Nicole took to near-nudity and our life style like a duck to water. She loved wearing only a loincloth and being barefooted when we were inside. She constantly caused four guys to have hard-ons and simply smiled and held her head up high when she saw a tented loincloth. Initially my concern was that she wouldnt wait even five days to lose her virginity. I underestimated her intelligence in that. She was not a dumb little teenager. She was already an intelligent mature adult in every way and wasnt about to take a chance on getting pregnant. She reveled in her new freedom and seemed happy to be with us. She was a beautiful young woman and liked to display her body to the stares of four males. Iain said she asked him very intelligent questions when he explained where she was and how she had been brought here. Anna said the same thing when she and Caitlyn introduced her to Aimee and they had their girl to girl talk. Aimee was amazed that Jean-Nicole was so alert and vivacious and happy during their meetings. There was no problem getting her to use contraception. She was genuinely pleased to be offered a way to keep from becoming pregnant. She came to dinner every day after her arrival in just a loincloth, sat up straight, perhaps too straight, and ignored all the eyes on her beautiful young breasts. Her light-brown hair was no longer in a bun. It was unrestrained, long and slightly curly, tied like a pony tail near her long neck, and arranged so that the tail wrapped partway around her long neck and down on her chest, almost covering one of her breasts. When she wasnt eating, her lips were always lifted at the ends in a slight smile. She wasnt a girl; she was a woman, a beautiful intelligent woman, and she knew it, was proud of it, and wanted to display her beautiful body and her intelligent mind to us. After dinner the first night she helped to clear the table and volunteered to wash the dishes. Anna told her that James and Toby had that duty for the night and she would be placed in the schedule for cooking and cleaning as soon as possible. I was pleased to hear her say she loved to cook and I think three other guys were too. I suppose we all thought we might escape from that duty. Life went on peacefully after her arrival. We had our usual chores. We all worked in our old garden, almost at the end of its life, and in our new winter garden, which was just beginning to yield. I was amazed at how prolifically the squash had produced. We had piles of spaghetti squash and butternut squash. The gourds had gone wild and outdid anybodys expectations. As soon as they dried, I wanted to use them to carry liquids or maybe oysters. We ran the rabbit snares and usually brought back one or two. We fished in the lake and the sea and caught more than enough. We picked the last of the apple crop and added to our stores. We picked big purple Muscatine grapes, ate some, and mashed the rest for wine or vinegar. We pulled lots of wild onions and wild garlic and tied them up in bunches to dry. And Jean-Nicole was always there enjoying every moment with all of us no matter how menial the work. She was a joy to be around. She delighted in teasing James and Toby, seemingly innocent play but somehow always with sexual undertones. They were bewitched by her beauty and her playful ways. Even Lucky seemed to be captivated by her. Of course, Iain and I, being more mature, were not as bewitched by her. <><><> On a warm Tenth-month day, we visited the swimming beach for one last swim and Jean-Nicole turned into a complete exhibitionist. I was surprised when I saw that her pubic mound was now completely bald. When I looked closer, I saw that her underarms and her legs were now just as hairless. I was disappointed that I had not been asked to help defoliate her. She smiled when James and Toby sprouted hard-ons and laughed when I ordered them into the cold water. I watched her nipples get crinkly when the wind blew and turned over on my stomach. Anna laughed at me. She knew what I was trying to hide. I decided not to hide it, stood up, showed off, and walked into the cold water with James and Toby. Jean-Nicole had bug-eyes and an open mouth. I wanted to stuff something in it. Iain and Caitlyn were lying on their stomachs with heads on forearms, displaying two beautiful young derrieres. Iain was pretending to be asleep but the grin on his face told me he was watching. When we played in the water, Iain and I coordinated our efforts to throw everybody. We put our fingers-interlaced hands under their feet, they put their hands on our heads for balance, and we lifted them out of the water with as much force as possible. I suppose that was Jean-Nicoles ultimate act of rebellion against her strict upbringing. She enjoyed it and laughed each time we did it, even when my hand was sliding down her thigh. She even did a flying swan and Iain and I coaxed Anna and Caitlyn to try to do it too. I enjoyed it too, just watching three naked wet females flying through the air. Of course I liked groping them in the process of getting my hands positioned to throw them. She laughed even more when James and Toby tried to throw her. The three of them collapsed in a splashing heap and I saw two young guys groping her when they tried to catch her. She just smiled and laughed and let them try again. The water was already cold enough to keep four penises and testicles shrunk like Greek statues. On the way back home, Anna and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole walked close together and started talking girl talk. Iain and I walked far enough behind so we couldnt hear them. I knew James and Toby were behind us but I didnt see them. Out of curiosity I walked back down the mountain until I found them. They were standing just off the trail, tights around their ankles, tunics lifted with one hand, and both belaboring the one-eyed bishop with the other. Lucky was watching them with his tongue hanging out. They motioned for me to join them. I almost did but I decided to save it for a few hours and give it to Anna. <><><> David, Jean-Nicole wants you to fuck her, Anna said. We were in our bed chamber getting ready for bed. All of us had showered together when we returned from the beach, had pitched in to prepare another good meal, and had enjoyed good food and company and conversation together. Anna was walking around our bed chamber brushing her hair and letting me look at her beautiful naked body. I was already in bed, watching her, nursing a swollen but not yet hard appendage. Why do you say that? I asked. Has she said something to you? No, but I saw her looking at you at the beach. I watched her face when James and Toby both got boners looking at her. Her eyes looked like she was watching a Ping Pong game and she wasnt looking at their faces. Then when you stood up and showed everybody your monster, she had bug-eyes and her mouth was hanging open and she was hardly breathing. She wants you. Ill bet she could suck your brains out through your dick. Anna, why do you tease me? I asked. Im not going to be the one to get her cherry. I dont know that Ill ever fuck her. Im just a man and I may get a hard-on looking at her but, damn it, I love you and youre the only woman I want. She still wasnt ready to give up on teasing me. Youre the Alpha male, David, she whispered, standing there at the side of the bed with her legs slightly parted. You could do it if you wanted to. I thought you didnt want me to initiate all the young girls who came here, I said, looking at her hairless mound. Make up your mind. Youre our leader, David, she whispered again. You can do it if you really want to. She wants you. Her tight little virginal pussy is drooling for your monster. Anna, you know Im not going to tell others what they can and cannot do when it comes to sex. If Jean-Nicole wants her cherry plucked, there are two young boys who will be glad to do it. She can decide which she wants first. Oh, merde, I was hoping I could talk you into fucking her tonight and letting me get a good nights sleep, she said and let out a big sigh. Do you want to fuck me instead? If you dont stop teasing me, Im not going to make love to you at all tonight. Is that what you want? She crawled in bed with me, pushed me down flat on my back, and bent over me. No, David, she whispered. I want to suck your brains out through your dick. Then I want you to fuck me. I wrestled her down until she was flat on her back and I was bent over her. Anna, please stop, I said, earnestly. I never thought Id turn down a blow-job but thats not what I want. I dont want to fuck you. I want you to love me. I want to make love with you. She pushed me down until I was on my side and, at the same, turned over facing me. I knew what she wanted and that was what I wanted too. She moved closer so that her breasts were against my chest, put one leg between mine, and pulled my head close to hers so we were breathing the same air. I put one leg over hers, put one arm over her with my hand cupped around half a smooth soft derriere, and pulled her closer. We relaxed and talked and laughed and talked some more and occasionally kissed, just gentle loving kisses. She laughed out loud when I told her about what James and Toby had done on the way back from the beach and how Lucky had jumped at Tobys semen, perhaps thinking it was another oyster, had got it on his face, and had flapped his hound-dog ears wildly to get it off. When she tried to put a hand between our bodies, I moved my hips back to give her room. My penis had been swollen but still soft while we talked and held each other. Her hand cupping under my testicles and stroking my penis, pulling really, brought it to a hard erection, ready to do its part in transmitting my life into her. Still I was in no hurry. I wanted her to do whatever she wanted, to take control of our love-making, eventually to have her orgasm before I had mine. A gentleman always lets a lady come first. She turned over suddenly, backed her rear up against me, put one hand between her legs, captured my penis, and nestled it against her soft hairless mounds. She pushed my foreskin back and rubbed the head of my penis with one finger, then pressed under the shaft and drew her fingers up toward the head. I knew what she was doing. She liked to capture the love-drops and smear them over the head and then press just under the head until my penis slid into her. I put one hand on her breast with my thumb and one finger tweaking her nipple and started slowly easing my penis in and out of her. I was still in no hurry. I didnt think I was just fucking her; I thought I was making love to her. From the way she sighed and moaned, she probably felt the same way. After a minute or two, she twisted her shoulders around, put one arm around my neck, and held her head up to me. I lowered my face until our lips met and we kissed with open mouths. I knew the next step and I waited for her to do it. She took my hand in hers, pulled it down to where my penis was sliding in and out of her drooling pussy, and guided my first two fingers to where her little lips met. I made sure they were wet with her juices and then started rubbing her little nubbin as gently and softly as possible. When she came, I knew to stop rubbing and just to press down on her clitoris. Her contractions around the head of my penis were just like mine are, strong at first, gradually fading, and then stopping. I held still for a minute or so. I was in no hurry. I knew she would change her position when she was ready. She knew how I liked to get mine after she had hers. When she was ready, she twisted away from me until she was on her back with her legs spread wide to receive me. I rolled over on top of her, she used both hands to show my penis where to go, and I let it slide into her until my testicles kept it from going deeper. I put my arms under her back with my hands curled around her shoulders. I didnt want her to get away from me. I wanted to hold her underneath me until I released my life in her. She splayed her legs wide and locked her ankles around my ass and at the same time wrapped her arms tightly around my chest. I suppose she didnt want me to get away without giving her what she wanted, my gift of life. I held still for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of my penis sunk to the root in her warm wet vagina, and then began to move. I pulled out until the head was barely in her, slid in again, and kept at it while I sunk into the oblivion of what I was feeling and needing. I felt my orgasm creep out of hiding and then suddenly pounce. She felt it too. She went wild again and started hunching upward at me, banging her pubic bone against mine almost painfully. Just as my orgasm was fading away I felt hers begin again. I wanted so much to join completely with her again, to dissolve until we were one, but I was content in making love with her. I stayed on top of her while my penis gradually lost its hardness and then a little while longer and then did my husbandly duty: I went to the bathroom for something for her to put between her legs. She tucked the cloth between her thighs, turned on her side, and I spooned up to her with my hand on her breast. I was home. All was perfect. David, I think Im going to stop taking the pill sometime next year, about the third month, she whispered. If your Olympic swimmers are as good as you say they are, Id like to have our baby before the end of next year. Is that OK with you? Thats more than OK, Anna, I said. Its your body which gets the job of carrying our child so you decide. Im ready to be a father. Ill do anything you say except change diapers. Youll do that too, she said. Just wait until you see your child. Youll give your life to protect it. It wont kill you to change his diapers. Oh, are we going to have a boy first? I asked, joking. That depends on you, David. Maybe well have twins, one of each. <><><> My failure to kill the big buck with a spear when we went deer hunting bothered me for days afterward and I decided to try something else. I was accustomed to carrying a spear because they were useful as staffs when going up or down the mountain but they werent as useful when hunting moving animals like deer, at least not for me. I had tried using a bow from the ones which had been left for us and quickly decided it wasnt designed for a man like me. I thought it felt like a kids toy. I wanted to make my own bow and to let the others who wanted one try to make their own. We revisited the Iain wood bushes again and I selected one of the oldest dead shoots, one about three meters long and as big around at the base as my penis. The shoots at the bottom of the bush all seemed to die when they reached maturity while new shoots sprouted higher up. We sawed off the one I wanted and an additional ten dead shoots. Back at home, I cut my stick to the length I wanted, not quite as long as I am, and started trying to reduce the thick end down to the same size as the thin end. I tried using Little Boy but the wood was so hard it was almost impossible to cut it. With the help of the other guys, we rigged up a vice between two trees to hold the stick immobile. I found a draw knife in our tool storeroom, sharpened it to razor sharpness, and tried cutting the stick with that. I managed to draw off a thin strip from near the middle down to the end. With many hours of work and a lot of sweat I ended up with a bow which gradually tapered toward both ends. Aimees database said the native Indians used sinew or gut to string the bow so weve started saving gut from the rabbits we kill and will save sinew from larger animals when we kill those. In the meantime, I strung the bow from string in our storeroom. It seems strong and durable so it may be better than the animal strings. We have arrows from the store that were left for us but I knew they would eventually be lost or broken so I will make Iain-wood arrows in my spare time during the winter. I wont worry about arrow heads because Ill just taper the hard Iain wood to a sharp point. Ill need feathers for fletching so were saving bird feathers. With so many sea-birds around, there are more than enough. James says I should call my bow The Brute because he can hardly draw it. I can draw it with effort and Im counting on the cool response to give me the extra strength to draw it when I see a bear or a deer. Im not finished with my bow but I have tested it. We found a soft bank in the woods and hung up a gourd in front of it. I invoked the cool response as best I could, remembering the bear towering over me, and then notched an arrow, drew the bow, carefully sighted the gourd, and let fly. It went straight and true a few feet to one side of the gourd. I was disgusted with myself. The damn gourd hung there undisturbed and I swear it was laughing at me. I quickly notched another arrow, drew the bow, and let fly, not even taking time to sight the gourd. It went straight and true through the center of the gourd. The gourd hung there swinging back and forth, still whole, but with a hole through it. I was speechless. James wasnt. Neither was Toby. Neither was Jean-Nicole. Damn, you shot the shit out of it! Toby yelled. Yeah, you drilled that fucker, David! James yelled. Holy shit! Jean-Nicole yelled, then covered her mouth and looked around. She probably saw six surprised faces. I cussed! she said, looking at us with head held high. I cussed out loud! I like it! I tried three more times, all with quick responses, and drilled the gourd again with one of them. When James set the gourd to swinging from side to side, I missed the first one, grazed the gourd with the second, and drilled it again with the third. In my sniper training, I had spent days learning quick response firing and I suppose that was now carrying over into my use of a bow and arrows. I decided to practice every day in preparation for an exploration of the mainland. <><><> The seven of us spent two days preparing for our olive harvest. We had cleared the ground under the olive trees once before but then we had only chopped down intruding weeds and bushes. Now we wanted to clear the ground thoroughly so that we could pick up the olives after they fell. I swung the scythe for a while in the morning and then again in the afternoon, while the others raked. The other guys tried their best but swinging it required strength they just did not have yet. I asked James and Toby to make us about two dozen bamboo poles to use to shake the olives down. I asked for twelve with a hook on the end which we could use to catch the limbs and shake them. I asked for another twelve to use simply as flails against the limbs. I didnt know which would work best but I thought the hooks would. I didnt want the olives bruised as they would be if we struck them with the flail and I had no idea if just flailing the limbs would work. I thought hooks would permit us to give the limbs a good shake. I asked Anna and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole to find us some cloths to cover the ground under the olive trees to make it easier to pick up the olives. I wanted to pickle some in brine and to press the oil out of the rest. I asked the others to help me bring back some sea water every time we went to the sea shore. I hoped the salinity in the condensed water would be enough to pickle some of the olives in brine. And finally, I gave the olive press a thorough inspection to make sure it was in good working order. I felt confident that we would be ready to begin to harvest the olives in a month or so, especially since Aimee said they could be harvested over a two or three month period around the end of the year. <><><> We spent one day felling and stripping bamboo poles, about fifty of the giant ones and lots of the smaller ones. I wanted them to dry in place so they would be easier to carry home. Sometime before next summer, I wanted to construct something to cover much of the lowest terrace. During the summer months, the rocks had often been too hot to walk on comfortably. I wanted a shelter near the door which was rain-proof so we could sit outdoors even when it rained. The majority of the shelter roof would simply be small bamboo poles side by side to provide shade. <><><> Iain and Caitlyn and Anna and I spent one afternoon evaluating our stores of food. We werent worried about going hungry. Rabbits and fish were easy to get but I enjoyed our varied diet with fruit and vegetables. We decided that we would probably have enough to get us through the winter and on into spring but we also concluded that we were going to have to expand our garden space even more for the next growing season. <><><> One day we returned to the isthmus, all seven of us and Lucky, but not far out on it. Anna had proved herself by helping kill the bear but I wasnt sure Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole would be as brave. James and I left the rest of the group within running distance of Aimees protection and then ventured further on the isthmus. There were no pigs and not even any sign that they had been there. When we returned, the others had found a turtle, about half a meter across, and flipped it over. I thought it was time we found out how turtle braised with mushrooms and onions tasted. Iain and James and Toby helped me butcher it without flinching. We had come prepared to gather oysters and again I shucked while the others waded and gathered. Lucky remembered what I was doing. Every time an oyster jumped out of its shell, he caught it. Iain and James and Toby harvested the oysters at first and Anna and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole brought the oysters to me. Then the three girls talked the three guys into swapping jobs. They proved themselves quite adept at prying oysters off the rocks in the waist-deep water. The water was a little cold and the wind was blowing from the south as usual. I enjoyed watching three naked women with their nipples standing out from the chill. Anna fussed at me because I had not brought my fire starter and said that was her last time at gathering oysters unless she had a fire waiting. We went home with enough to feed us for quite a few days. <><><> One night, we were all in the lounge talking. Jean-Nicole seemed completely at ease wearing nothing but a loincloth when we were indoors and letting us look at her perfect young breasts. She said she had felt for so long like she was tied down in the dark and now she was free and in the sunshine. We had just eaten a meal which she prepared with the help of Anna and Caitlyn. She was eager to help and would probably have done all the cooking, as she had often done for her large family in her old world. She was a marvelous cook but Anna and I did not want her to assume that role exclusively. James and Toby cooked some nights, as we all did, and we ate what they cooked and praised it. Other nights, I paired with Anna and Iain with Caitlyn. We compromised by making Jean-Nicole the head chef and appointing all the rest of us sou-chefs. Anna and I had talked about what we could do to help her overcome her repressive childhood and had concluded that we should start with lessons from Aimee on Human Sexuality and Reproduction. I led off the conversation by asking Aimee a question. Aimee, how are James and Toby doing on their lessons in sex? I asked. I cannot answer your question until Toby gives me permission to disclose information about him, Aimee replied. James has given me permission; Toby has not. I looked at Toby. I didnt know I was supposed to, he said. Toby, Aimee must always respect our privacy, James said. I told you shes always observing us and you said you didnt mind. David and Anna have given her permission to observe them even in their bed chamber and then to tell others about what they do. Caitlyns still bashful. She lets Aimee observe what goes on in her and Iains bed chamber but she doesnt want her to talk about it. You need to tell Aimee its OK for her to talk about it, like answering Davids question. But why does she need to observe all of us? Jean-Nicole asked. She doesnt really need to, James said. Humans were a mystery to her until we started arriving. Shes learning from us what human being are like so she can help us. Thats all. Well, I dont care if she observes me and then talks about it, Toby said. Its no big deal. Im not bashful. Well, Im not bashful either, Mr. Smarty-pants, Caitlyn said. Aimee, you may talk about what Iain and I do if you need to. She looked at Jean-Nicole. Im not bashful either, she said. I think Im going to be an exhibitionist. Aimee, you can observe me and talk about me all you want to. Damn! All I asked was how they are doing in their classes in sex education, I said. I didnt know I was going to cause so much trouble. David, James and Toby are both doing very well, Aimee finally answered to my question. James had finished all ten modules on Male and Female Anatomy before Tobys arrival and most of the modules on Intercourse. Since Tobys arrival, he has started back with Anatomy so he can help Toby. Hes also continuing with the modules on Intercourse. Toby has completed most of the modules on Anatomy. They are both excellent students. Yeah, she rewards us when weve done our lessons, Toby said and grinned. I didnt know that. How? I asked. If weve studied the stuff she assigns us and can answer her test questions, she shows us a movie, he said, grinning even wider. Yeah, she shows us a good sex movie and we sit there and jack off, James said, grinning just as wide. Jack off? Whats that? Jean-Nicole asked. You know, James said. Masturbate. Spank the monkey. Have a whack attack. Belabor the one-eyed bishop. Iain grinned too. I remembered that description was his. Yeah, Pluck my twanger, punch my munchkin, pull my pud, beat my meat, Toby said. Jean-Nicole smiled. Rub my nubbin, she said and then giggled. James and Toby giggled too. I frowned, shook my head, and made a cutting motion across my throat. They got the message. Jean-Nicole, would you like Aimee to guide you through those courses? Anna asked. You can attend the same classes as James or Toby, or, if you would prefer, you can have a class by yourself. If you attend the same classes you dont have to watch the movie. Is it like going to school? she asked. I was always bored in school. Its nothing like school, Jean-Nicole, James said. Aimee just guides us. She gives us reading assignments and then asks us questions to see that were doing our homework. If you dont understand something, you just ask her. I dont want to study with you guys, she said. I want to study by myself. I thought I might know why she didnt want to study with them. Jean-Nicole, she shows James and Toby a movie if theyve done their homework and they jack off, you know, masturbate, I said. Is that why you dont want to study with them? Whip the one-eyed Cyclops, Toby whispered and then giggled. Choke my cobra, James whispered, and then giggled. Caitlyn shook her head in disgust and then giggled. Ive never seen a guy do that, Jean-Nicole said. Are you a virgin? Anna asked. Jean-Nicole shook her head yes. And youve never masturbated? The Elder who was teaching us life skills said self-abuse is a sin but James butted in. Hot damn. Ive already sinned once today and Im going to sin again. Me too, Toby said. Maybe two more times. Go ahead, I said. Its no skin off my dick. Jean-Nicole looked shocked and then puzzled. David, be good, Anna said to me and then turned to Jean-Nicole. James got some poison ivy on his legs and, at the same time, the foreskin of his penis got all red and irritated. David looked at it and told him I was going to have to cut the loose skin off his penis. He showed it to me and I told him he had just irritated it by masturbating so much. I found an ointment in the storeroom that helped it heal. She looked at me and shook her head. David, you are so bad. You can watch us if you want to, James volunteered. Me and TI mean Toby and I can show you how its done. I looked at Jean-Nicole and saw tears in her eyes. She was frowning at little. She stood up and I thought she was about to leave. Anna saw the same thing I did. Whats wrong, Jean-Nicole? she asked. Have we done something to hurt you? She sniffed a few times and then the dam broke and she started sobbing. Anna quickly went to her and pulled her head against her shoulder. Jean-Nicole wrapped her arms around Anna and cried softly for a brief moment. Please dont laugh at me, she finally said between sniffles. I know Im just a stupid ol girl and I dont know anything but I do want to learn, not just about sex, but about everything. I wanted to go to college but they wouldnt let me. And anyway, I masturbate a lot. And I want to have sex with guys, lots of them, before I get married. So there! Anna held her until the sniffles had run their course. The way she was looking at James and Toby told them they had better not open their mouths again. Jean-Nicole, James and Toby werent laughing at you, I said They laugh at everything. Maybe its just part of their nature or maybe its just because theyre teen-age boys. I like to have them around when theyre joking and laughing and having fun. Me and Toby, were sorry, Jean Nicole, James said. We didnt mean to hurt your feelings. We just laugh at everything. James! Aimee said, and he knew why she called his name. I mean, Toby and I are sorry, Jean-Nicole. We just like to laugh. Yeah, when Lucky poops on the floor, we laugh at it, Toby said. And then they clean it up, I said. That got a little smile out of her. Jean-Nicole, Aimee said, I have the ability to teach college-level courses in many subjects. If you will come to me at your convenience, we can plan a course of study for you. I would be pleased to have you as a student. Shes a great teacher, Iain said. Im studying physics and she makes that intelligible to an idiot like me. One of Aimees primary reasons for being here is to function as a teacher, I said. She knows more than a thousand college professors. And I can teach you about sex, Aimee said. I have five modules planned for James and Toby. You could jump in at the point Toby has reached and have classes with them while we cover the first lessons in a separate class. And you cant fail with her, James said. Im taking English with her and she makes me master each part of a module before we move on. And thats how Aimee got yet another student in her sex education classes. Later, James and Toby came to me grinning and I knew something had happened. When I asked, they told me Jean-Nicole had watched the movie with them. I asked if that was all she did. They just smiled. <><><> One day, Iain sang to all of us and later pulled a gotcha on James and Toby. OK, and me too. The seven of us had put on our full Robin Hood regalia and climbed to the top of the mountain to see if the leaves were changing yet, to have a picnic, and to show Jean-Nicole the source of all our power. After our picnic, Caitlyn asked Iain to sing for us and he agreed if we would only follow his directions. We all stripped naked, climbed to the top of one of the two peaks, formed a circle, stood looking at each other for a moment, held our arms out to the side, hands close to others but not touching. With the warmth of the sun on my naked body, the slight breeze blowing up the mountain, surrounded by the jumble of gray rocks, the distant sea shining a pure blue, I was content to be in our beautiful world. Iain started singing and almost immediately I felt something strange come over me. His song was not in any language I knew but somehow I knew what it was about. I felt peaceful and interconnected with the others and with everything in our strange new world. I was part of the others as they were part of me and we were all part of this world and it was good and perfect. I knew Id found a world of my choosing. All too soon, Iain stopped singing and I looked around. The others were smiling slightly but nobody was saying a word. No words could have expressed what I felt. On the way back down we paused for a pit-stop, boys to the right of the trail, girls to the left. Iain, James, Toby and I lined up and all did the same thing: pulled our tunic up, pulled our tights down and let them catch under our scrotums, put a thumb and one finger on our penises, pulled the foreskin back to expose the head, and grunted and pissed and grunted and pissed some more. When we finished, we shook, covered up, released our tights from behind our balls, and let out tunics fall. James, why do you have to pull your foreskin back like that? Iain asked. Huh? What do you mean? You pull your foreskin back to expose the head of your penis before you piss, Iain said. Why? I dont know, James said. I guess I learned it so my dick can see where to aim. How do you do it? Where I come from, a guy doesnt have to pull his foreskin off the head of his tianga. It just comes back by itself before he pisses. His what? His penis. Isnt that what I said? No, you said his dianga. Oh, merde, I slipped, Iain said. Its tianga, like teeth, tianga and tolos. Tianga? Yeah. And your foreskin just comes back off the head of your tianga by itself when youre about to piss. Yeah! I dont have to pull it back. Bullshit. No, no, its true. And then my foreskin just slides back over the head again, all by itself, after Im through. Bullshit! Let me see you do it. I dont have to piss right now. I just did it. Hes just shitting you, James, Toby said, eloquent as always. Well, Ill try but my tianga probably wont do it, Iain said. Maybe I can squeeze out a few drops. Do it! Iain lifted his tunic, pulled his tights down, hooked the waist band behind his tolos, and grunted. James was bent over looking closely at Iains tianga. So was Toby. Ill admit it; so was I. Iain had his head back and was looking up. He said, Look. Theres a big raptor. Of course three more sets of eyes looked up. I looked back quickly and saw Iains hand moving away from his tianga. The head was exposed. He grunted again and managed a little squirt. There, it worked, he said. Did you see it? Its about to go back down. He held his tunic up with one hand and his tights down with the other. His foreskin was tucked neatly in the groove behind the head of his penis. By itself? James and Toby and I stared at it and waited for the foreskin to creep back over the head. Iain waited a few seconds before he said, Gotcha! He ran but he didnt get far before James and Toby brought him down. I was glad Iains people regarded circumcision as barbaric genital mutilation and were only sending guys who were natural. Circumcised guys can never have fun like we can. <><><> On 9-16, Iain sang, a capella, You Lift Me Up to Caitlyn. On 10-18 I sang You Lift Me Up to Anna while Iain was again singing it to Caitlyn. This time Aimee provided music for us. I survived the ordeal. I didnt die. Nobody laughed. A few days after Iain first sang to Caitlyn, he and I went for a walk, as we often did, to talk about what we needed to do in the next month or so. It was really more of a climb because we were going up the mountain. We stopped at a scenic spot to drink in our beautiful world. David, I have a confession to make, Iain said. What? I didnt really write that waltz, he said. I was compiling the waltzes of Strauss when I ran across one whose provenance was in dispute. I had brought Caitlyn home so I could show her what I did and we were in my room. I played that waltz, trying to find a clue as to who wrote it. She asked me who wrote it and told her I did but I was only kidding. She thought I was really the composer. I tried to tell her the truth but she wouldnt listen. She even told my mother that I had composed the most beautiful waltz ever. My mother just smiled. She knew I didnt. Now Im stuck with it. Iain, do you know what is the most frequent lie told to beautiful girls? I asked. No, he answered, puzzled. Just let me put it in, honey. I wont come. I promise. Whats thatOh, youre saying all guys lie to girls to get what they want. Well, not all. The ten percent who dont get any pussy dont lie, I said. Sometimes youre hard to understand, David. Look, Iain. Its no big deal, I said. Dont worry about it. What Im saying is that all guys try to impress girls and they sometimes exaggerate or lie. Its normal male behavior. Girls know it. They expect it. Just forget about it. What was it you wanted to confess? Ive forgotten. Well, please dont tell anybody. Tell them what? Ive forgotten what we were talking about. OK, can we talk about something else? I have finally decided whom your voice reminds me of: a tall actor in the nineteen fifties who starred in lots of musicals, Iain said. I think youre going to have a rich bass-baritone voice like his. I dont know who youre talking about, I said, and I really didnt. Well, you know I helped compile classical music, opera, and Broadway musicals so they could be given to Aimee, he said. Your voice sounds just like his. Id like to help you develop it. I think you could have a beautiful baritone singing voice. Do I look like him? No. He wasnt as lean and hard as you are. He was good looking though, just like you. Thanks, I think. I wish I could sing like you do. Id like to sing You Lift Me Up to Anna. David, did you develop your muscles overnight? he asked. Huh? No, of course not. It took years of exercise and I still have to keep exercising to stay in shape. Well, it took years for me to develop my singing voice. I cant remember when my mother started coaching me. She was still doing it before I left. Shit! I cant sing, Iain. Of course you can, David. Youve helped me develop my body with exercise. Now let me help you develop your voice with exercise. You cant do it overnight but you can do it. In thirty days youre going to sing to Anna. So for the next thirty or so days, he exercised in the morning under my direction. In the afternoon or evening, I exercised under his direction and his coaching made me begin to believe I really could sing. It wasnt as bad as I thought it was going to be. Iain said I had a mild case of performance anxiety and, once I had done it, it would get easier every time. Just before I did it, I even tried being cool to see if I could get myself under control but that didnt work. I could be cool and kill seven bad guys on a hot dusty afternoon in Islamistan. But I couldnt be cool when all I had to do was sing. I had butterflies in my stomach and sweat in my armpits just before I did it. That morning the girls announced that the guys all had appointments for haircuts. We grumbled but we submitted. The four of us gathered in the kitchen and sat silently while they did whatever they wished. We all got a trim and shampoo and a styling. I will admit we looked better with our hair neat and not wild as usual. Afterwards they chased us out, told us to go bathe and then prepare lunch, and then they did whatever women do to get ready. At lunch we saw the results. They had made three beautiful women look even more beautiful. After lunch, Iain and I went in an unused bed chamber, closed the door, and he coached me through my part again. I knew the words and I could recite them and I surprised myself by singing them without mistakes. Iain said I was ready. I wasnt sure. Next he worked with James and Toby and Jean-Nicole. I had no idea what they were going to sing but Iain let slip that it was a comedy offering. And last, he and Caitlyn went in the same bedroom and worked on their routine. I was in the hallway when I heard something, probably classical music, come to a crescendo but I had no idea what they were doing either. After dinner, we all dressed in our finest new world regalia: a chemise under a tunic, tights or pants or whatever they are called, and boots or moccasins. We assembled on the terrace just after the sun had sunk below the horizon. Iain and Caitlyn had reserved seats on the first bench, Anna and I sat on the second bench, and James and Jean-Nicole and Toby sat on the third. We were all going to perform on the next level of the terrace. Iain and Caitlyn performed first, to an excerpt from Beethovens Pastoral Symphony with lyrics by Iain and music from Aimee. The lyrics were simply The Night Was Made for Love repeated over and over and in different combinations. He held her hands and looked at her while singing in that pure tenor voice of his and then, as the music came to a crescendo, they kissed. They were so damn beautiful together, the production was faultless, the lyrics were perfect for the music, and the kiss was tender and gentle. That was exactly what I wanted to do with Anna. As soon as they were seated in front of Anna and me, the three back-row kids took the stage. They all turned their backs to us, removed their tunics, did something under their chemises, and turned around again. They all had breasts, all three, James, Jean-Nicole, and Toby. It was evident that James breasts were false; they were too high. It was evident that Jean-Nicoles breasts were real; they were perfect. And it was evident that Tobys were false; one was quite a bit lower than the other. They sang a French childrens song, Frere Jacques, first in French and then in English. The comedy wasnt evident until they reached the last line of the song: ding ding dong, ding ding, dong. With each word, they gave a synchronized roll of their hips to the left, to the right, and then an energetic pelvic thrust. They were hilarious. When they finished, James and Toby removed their breasts: apples tied together with a string. My hand was sweaty when I offered it to Anna. She took it and we followed Iain and Caitlyn up the stairs to the stage. I wanted so much to say the words to Anna, to tell her how much she meant to me. I looked at her, saw her eyes and lips smiling at me and, right on cue, I started singing You Lift Me Up to her. Iain was singing to Caitlyn but I really wasnt aware of him. All I knew was that the woman I loved with all my heart was looking at my face and I was holding her hands. The last line You lift me up, to all that I can be said it all to me and, I hoped, to her. When we were getting ready for bed that night, I felt overwhelmed by my love for her again. I was so glad she was with me but I wondered if she regretted coming here. Maybe she would have liked to have had a traditional wedding. Do you ever wish you hadnt joined me? I asked. Do you wish you had had a big wedding with you in a white wedding gown and me in a tuxedo? No, David, she answered. How many women have ever had a wedding like mine? How many women have ever been walked down the aisle, well, from our bed chamber to Aimees room, by a fourteen-year-old boy, both dressed in something like Robin Hood wore in Sherwood Forest? James was very dignified when he gave me away. How many brides have had an avatar named Aimee appear on a screen dressed in a judicial robe and conduct the ceremony? You were beautiful to me even if you didnt have on a tuxedo. I just think about our old life and wonder if you miss it. David, this is a grand adventure. Have you ever looked in the eyes of a young soldier who has had his legs blown off? I dont ever want to see despair and misery like that again. Some of us may be killed here but at least it wont be in fighting in a useless religious war. Did I ever tell you I love you? I asked, already knowing the answer. I do love you, you know. Today, I felt so stupid trying to sing to you but I wanted so much to tell you how I feel about you. Im so glad we found each other. And Im glad were here, David. I think this is the world you wanted and Im happy sharing it with you. And youve got a beautiful voice. I hope youll let Iain keep on teaching you to sing. Yeah, and hell keep on teaching us to dance, I said. Maybe I wont make a damn fool out of myself and hurt my masculine self-image too often. TO BE CONTINUED: 24

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Fifty-Two Its a meeting of the leadership council first, I answered. Later, we might do something else. Aiden frowned. David, I told you I wasnt sure I was ready to do something else. I know. Were going to have a council meeting first. For the purposes of this meeting, you are a voting member. After that, you can leave if you want to. He nodded. The first order of business is Tobys request for another sex play party. Anna wants to make a motion. I nodded to her. I move we appoint a committee comprised of the four youngest kids, two sets of twins, and let them plan the format this time. The motion includes a warning that we trust them to come up with a program which is readily acceptable to all of us. I second Annas motion, Matt said. Aimee, when is the next window of opportunity for all women to participate? I asked. David, you must understand that I can never predict such an event with absolute certainty. I will make an estimate but it is little more than an educated guess. Thats good enough, Aimee, I said. Anna has tried to teach this befuddled male about the mysterious lunacity of women. I cringed just before she hit me. I didnt say lunacy, I protested. Jean-Nicole hit me from the other direction but not too hard. I yelped anyway. There will be a window of opportunity eleven days from now, Aimee said when she stopped giggling. It is a two-day window in which all females may participate. The next window after that is approximately thirty-three days from now. Any discussion? I asked with a straight face. You would let four thirteen or fourteen-year-old kids decide what to do? Aiden asked. Aiden, to speak about the motion, you must hold your hand up and be recognized before you speak, I said. He held his hand up, I nodded to him, and he repeated his question. Yes, Aiden, I said. We must always trust them to be responsible. If anybody disapproves, they can participate or stay away. Nobody is forced to do anything here. The kids will want everybody to participate. They will come up with something we all want to do. I looked around and didnt see any more hands up. Any more discussion? Silence. All in favor, raise your hand, I said. Aiden shook his head but he raised his hand with six others. Motion presented, discussed, and approved unanimously, I said. In the absence of any other business, this meeting of the leadership council is concluded. Well, I like your way of running things, Aiden said, smiling. Aimee, do you want to play too? Matt asked. You didnt raise your hand. Dont tease me, Matt, she said. I am quite capable of finding a partner and participating. I prefer to watch, however. I learn a great deal about all of you by watching your sexual activities. Jean-Nicole slapped him gently behind the head and then giggled. Aimee asked a question. David, what is the meaning of the word lunacity? It does not appear in any dictionary in my library. The moon, Luna, and women both have a lunar cycle, hence lunacity. My explanation seemed to satisfy everybody. They either shook their head or smiled. Jean-Nicole immediately crawled over some other legs, straddled mine, and slid her hands up my thighs until they bumped into my testicles. My penis was swollen but soft and relaxed as it always is in the warmth of our home. She wrapped one soft hand around it, stroked it a few times, leaned over, licked from scrotum to head, sucked on the head for a few seconds, and then straightened up and sat there looking at it as it quickly grew to a real stiffy. I looked around and saw everybody else was also watching it wake up. I stretched my scrotum down to show off Monsters entire length. Show off, Jean-Nicole muttered. I stuck my tongue out at her. She giggled. I stuck my tongue out again and wiggled it. She smiled and nodded. You promise? she whispered. I nodded vigorously. Aiden, I told you I was an operating-room nurse when you first arrived, Anna said. Do you remember? Aiden took his eyes off my tianga and looked at her. Yes. Anna crawled over to Iain, settled on his legs, gave his tianga a half-dozen strokes, bent over, and gave it a quick licking tongue bath. He put his hands on her shoulders. She shrugged them off, gave his dick a few slurping sucks, and finally kissed it on the shiny head. Then she straightened up and continued with her story. This time we all watched Iains tianga rouse its sleepy head. Perhaps I had a natural ability for that sort of work, she said. The surgeons all trusted me and wanted me on their team. I even performed surgery on occasion, with an exhausted surgeon directing me. What I want to tell you about, though, is what a couple of other nurses and I sometimes did late at night. I looked at Aidens face and saw him raise his eyebrows. I knew what she was going to tell him. Jean-Nicole resumed sucking my dick and I watched what she was doing. Aiden, at night, I would make the rounds with another nurse. We checked our patients meds and wounds and then made them comfortable for the night. Some of them, we masturbated so they would sleep better. I glanced at Matt and saw him smiling. I felt sure Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole had heard about what the nurses did to help their patients sleep. Good sleeping pill, he whispered. Caitlyn crawled over to Matts legs, straddled them, held his almost-hard tianga upright, slowly stroked it a few times, licked from his balls to the head, sucked on the head a few seconds, and then sat upright again. This time, it was Matts dick that woke up and looked around. I looked at Aidens face. He was smiling. Anna ignored what Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn had done. Some had catheters but most didnt. Wed pretend that giving their good parts a warm sponge bath was just routine care. If they got an erection, wed close the door and jack them off. Do you know why we did it? Aiden shook his head. Aiden, some of them were just boys, not even twenty. Maybe theyd lost part of a leg or an arm from an IED and they were depressed wondering what their life was going to be like. We always complimented each one on the size of his penis or how beautiful it was, just anything to help him realize that he was still a man and his sex life wasnt over. We did it for them, Aiden, not for us. I glanced down at Aidens dick. It had been warm and swollen, flopped across one thigh a little, when he sat down beside me. Now it had crawled around to point at his navel and had swelled into a partial erection. He had a damned nice one, about as big as Iains. I smiled. He was going to respond just as Anna had predicted, at least his tianga was. Then Jean-Nicole left me all alone and straddled Aidens legs. She sat there for a moment looking at his face and then said Well? He smiled a little and nodded his head just once. She bent over and her beautiful blonde hair fell like a curtain around her head. I looked at Aidens face, saw his eyes close, and a slight smile appear on his lips. I knew he liked what she was doing. What man doesnt like to have his dick sucked by a beautiful woman? He just worries too much, I thought. She straightened up for a moment to catch her breath and I saw a wet shining head on a hard-on that any man would be proud to have. Aiden, do you want to leave or stay? Anna asked. He grinned. With Jean-Nicoles hand wrapped around his tianga, he knew it wanted to stay and he gave in to its persuasion. Ill stay, he said. With that, three gals, Anna, Caitlyn, and Jean-Nicole, turned their attention to the other three guys, Matt, Iain, and Aiden, all ready to stay and play. I watched hands stroking up and down, tongues licking from balls to crowns, and mouths sucking on dicks, even though none of the play involved me. I was about to complain that I was losing my hard-on when Caitlyn left Matt and straddled my legs. The three women looked at each other, nodded, and began rotating. I lay there with my hands clasped on my stomach while three women rotated around on four men, just playing, licking, sucking, stroking. When Jean-Nicole rotated back to me for the second time, I stuck out my tongue and wiggled it again. Later tonight, I whispered. She smiled and lowered her head. I couldnt see my tianga and tolos anymore; all I could see was the top of her head. I knew the ladies would watch carefully for signs of any impending eruption and were just going to tease us until four guys were ready to hide their tiangas in some juicy bouchis. Since Id stopped letting my beast loose with Anna, I wanted to let it free, perhaps with Jean-Nicole, maybe with Caitlyn. Then I thought of something I wanted to do first. Gentlemen, the ladies have been kind enough to awaken four tiangas from slumber tonight, I said. I think we should return their kindness; dont you? What do you have in mind, David? Aiden asked. Well, first I think we should help them get in a comfortable position, on their backs, one pillow under their heads and another under their hips. Then we should gently raise their knees and spread their legs. After that I think the four of us should use our tongues instead of our tiangas and see if we can warm them up a little. Yeah, I like that idea, Matt said. Let me start with Jean-Nicole and then do Caitlyn and then Anna. As soon as I get through with Jean-Nicole, one of you guys can pick up where I leave off. That sounds good to me, Iain said. What do you think, Aiden? Count me in, he said I want to be next after Matt. For the next fifteen or so minutes, thats what we did, four guys rotating around and licking three pussys. If the bouchi bunch could have stopped giggling long enough, perhaps we could have given one or more of them a good orgasm. Maybe the guys had their tongues in the girls bouchis but their hands were groping and goosing and teasing in other good places so I couldnt blame them for squirming and laughing. After I finished with Anna, and I was last, I thought we might do something else. Ladies, Aidens our guest tonight, I said, looking at three beautiful women in the position for some good fucking, especially with three wet and shining bouchis. I think we should ask him if hes ready for a little gift from one of you. All three of the ladies straightened up on elbows. Six pairs of eyes turned to Aiden and we waited. I know what Id like to do, he said. Anna, David, you really dont mind? Anna answered for both of us. Ok, Aiden, Ill jack you off if thats what you really want. He smiled at her teasing reply. Thats not what I want. Anna immediately assumed the position again, knees raised and parted, arms up in welcome. Aiden moved between her legs and leaned over her on straight arms. I wondered why Aiden chose her when he had two younger beautiful women and she was now quite-evidently pregnant. He explained. Anna, I simply want you to hold me. Thats all. Do you understand? Yes, I understand, she said. I want a stiff tianga in my bouchi. Do you understand? He smiled again, a broad, happy-looking smile, the biggest smile Id seen on his face. I guessed at why he only wanted to be held. Perhaps it was because Anna was pregnant with our twins and he had loved his wife while she was pregnant with their twins about fourteen years ago. Perhaps he was trying to recapture the memory of some of the happiest days of his life. She reached both hands between their bodies and I watched Aidens ass while he did what most guys do, easing his dick in her pussy, pulling back, easing it in a little deeper, pulling back, until his balls acted as a doorstop to his dick. He settled down on her, gave her a quick smack on the lips and then put his cheek next to hers. She put her arms around his chest with one hand behind his head and wrapped her long legs around his waist with ankles locked and one heel at the top of his ass crack. I looked to the side and saw Jean-Nicole with Iain, just getting settled under him, one arm around his chest, the other between their bodies, his arms under her, hands around her shoulders. She wrapped her other arm around his chest and her legs around his waist. I knew there was another hard tianga in another juicy bouchi. I couldnt see his face but I could see hers. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was in heaven. I looked farther and saw Caitlyn with Matt. She was in a mirror position with Jean-Nicole, underneath Matt, arms around his chest, legs around his waist, Matts butt slowly moving up and down. Her face looked like she was suffering a good stretching. His dick was a little bigger than Iains in girth and maybe she was having a hard time from having it all stuffed in her pussy. Did you like it when she held you like this? Anna whispered to Aiden. Yes, he whispered back. There was something special about being held by her when she was carrying our twins. I loved her, Anna. Do you mind me thinking about her while Im with you? Of course not, Aiden, Anna said. You should always think of her. That tells me a lot about the marriage you two had. It was so good, Anna, he whispered. We had a perfect life until they killed her. Never forget her, Aiden, Anna said. Always hold her sacred in your heart. I cant turn loose of my love for her, Anna, he said. Thats why I dont know whether I can find love with another woman. Aiden, our hearts are big enough to love more than one person, Anna said. Maybe youll find another woman and love her in a different way. Open your heart to that possibility. My tianga was the only one not in a bouchi but it was satisfied for the moment with my hand stroking it. Jean-Nicole looked at me and what I was stroking, then pointed at herself first and then at me second. I shook my head no. I was in no hurry. I knew I was going to make love with either her or Caitlyn as well as with my wife, just sweet slow gentle love as we had so many times before. I lay there content for the moment, looking at Aiden on top of Anna, not moving, then at Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn, under Iain and Matt, both guys just quietly easing up and down and grinning. I heard Aiden sniff a couple of times and I wondered if he was like James, so affected by his emotions that he was on the verge of crying. No one seemed to be in a hurry. Iain and Matt were polishing the knobs on their dicks in two juicy bouchis, my hand was making love to my dick, and Aiden and Anna were quietly whispering to each other. Finally, he seemed to have been loved enough for the moment. He rolled off, smiled at her, smiled, at me, and flopped on his back. Jean-Nicole immediately left Iain with a stiff dick, wiggled her way between me and Aiden, flopped on her back, and held up her arms to me. OK, big boy, are you ready to let your beast loose? she leered at me. Im ready to let my tiger out of its cage. I was ready. I looked at Anna, smiling at me, squirmed between Jean-Nicoles legs, looked at her beautiful gray eyes, and held myself up on stiff arms for her to invite me in. She held my monster between her soft hands and showed it where to go. I gradually eased it in until most of it was in her, watching her face smiling up at me. I glanced at Anna and she smiled with dimples and nodded. Iain moved around my butt and crawled up between Annas legs. Would you do me like you did Aiden? he asked. Jean-Nicole and I watched until he was belly to belly with her and his face was hidden behind her cheek. I glanced to the other side and saw Caitlyn watching what Anna and Iain were doing while Matt was still slowly easing up and down on her. I glanced at Aidens face. He was smiling and shaking his head like he couldnt believe what he was seeing and doing. I wanted Jean-Nicole, wanted so damned much to let my beast loose, but then one last thought came to me, that I should let Aiden first do what I wanted to do. Perhaps I could do it second. It wouldnt be the first time Id had sloppy-seconds. Perhaps I could have sloppy seconds on Jean-Nicole or Caitlyn. Maybe I could have sloppy thirds with the other one of them but I knew who I should make love with for my first time tonight. I saw Matt and Caitlyn, her with her ankles around his neck and her arms around his chest, him with his hands curled around he shoulders to hold her in place for the fucking he intended to give her. I watched until he kissed her with an open mouth, until she opened to him, and until he started moving his hips. Matt groaned and, I couldnt help it, I groaned back. Damn, it was hard but I pulled out and moved back out of the way. Jean-Nicole, please take care of Aiden first. Hes our guest. She smiled, nodded, and held out her arms to him. I watched as she wrapped him up with her long arms and legs and he started moving his hips up and down. She reached her hand up behind his head, pulled it down, and opened her mouth to him. I watched until he had a good rhythm going and then I looked at my wife. I crawled over to Anna and Iain, slapped him on the ass, and used my thumb to tell him he was out. He shook his head but he rolled off her. I crawled around behind my wife, spooned up to her, and nestled my hard tianga in the warm spot between her thighs. She raised one leg, used her hand to guide the head to where I wanted it to go, and I slid my dick in about half way. Iain, my wife likes to have someone suck on her breasts while shes being loved, I said. Would you do us the honor? <><><> Over the course of the next month, I learned three important things from Aiden. The first was that he was the maintenance man for all groups from Iains old world. The second was about how different sexual attitudes are in Aidens world from ours. The third was that the universe or universes were much more incomprehensible and unbelievable than either Iain or Rene had understood from their meager knowledge. <><><> Maintenance man? That was how Aiden described his work. He was the individual who could maintain the transporters in North Georgia, in Ireland, and in Switzerland. His duties frequently took him to these three groups to maintain or repair or fine tune each transporter. He was also the man who was called upon to do the same for any simpler equipment from their universe which the groups used. Finally, he was able to easily understand and help with any of my old Earths equipment which a group used. In short, if it was mechanical, Aiden was the man. He has shown us how to use some of the tools in the secret room and Matt and I are already using one of them, a laser saw. It is a hand-held relatively-light battery-powered device with a curved arm from which a laser beam is ejected and, about a half meter away, caught in the end of the curved arm. The user must hold the saw in two places and, if one hand is removed, the beam immediately stops. Perhaps its dangerous to use but no more so than a chain saw. It cuts through trees like a hot knife through butter. Weve cut down a few close-by pine trees, tall and straight, cut the trunks up into half-meter sections, and then transported the sections down the mountain to the big terrace. Matt and I are using froes and mallets to split off shingles. Were both muscular enough to do it easily but James and Toby and Aiden are also making shingles occasionally. We want enough to shingle a roof of the log-cabin were planning to build down near this side of the isthmus. Weve already made a big stack of shingles in a sunny spot on the terrace to dry. Down the mountain, near the isthmus, weve chosen the site for the satellite dwelling and have marked trees in the vicinity. Were going to use hardwood trees for the first two tiers of logs and then use pines for the rest. Well build four walls first with no doors or windows and then cut out at least a door before finishing with the roof. After that, well have to find something to caulk between the logs. That seems to be the way our ancestors did. <><><> The second thing I learned was more about the sexual culture of Aidens old world. Iain had said that there was no pervasive religious belief and Aiden reinforced that. He also told me more about their sexual attitudes. One night after supper, Aiden and I went out to the highest level of the terraces to talk. During the course of our conversation, I told him that Anna and I had slept with his twins and with the other twins, all at the same time. He shrugged it off immediately. Then I told him that they had not slept with us for sex; they had slept with us for love. The four of them had come to us shortly after supper one night and asked if they could sleep with me and Anna and they told me why. I didnt even ask Anna. I told them they would be most welcome. Thats how we ended up, all six of us in bed, together, naked as the day we were born. At first I was at one end of the bed with Pyotr and Brian and Anna was with Petra and Brianne. We talked, we swapped bed partners, and then we slept together. At first, the boys were cuddled up to me, flat on my back, their heads on my shoulders, arms around me, my arms around their shoulders, my hand stroking their hair. The girls were in a mirror position with Anna. Our long legs were tangled up in the middle of the bed. We talked about their lives, about what was happening to their young bodies, about how unsure they were about sex, about what they were supposed to do. All four were book knowledgeable about sex but short of experience and they were playing together, Pyotr with Brianne and Petra with Brian. Anna and I tried to give them guidance to consider their partners needs as well as their own and to be slow and gentle for a while before letting the beast loose. Pyotr confessed that he and Brian had on one occasion played at oral sex, with the girls watching. Then they watched Petra and Brianne with their heads between each others thighs. They werent worried about the rightness or wrongness of what they did. They were just having fun, exploring sex and the bodies of both sexes. Later, we swapped and I cuddled the girls while Anna held the boys. Still later, Pyotr swapped with Brian so that I held him and Petra while Anna held Brian and Brianne. I was sleepy but I tried to be patient and to help in answering their thousand questions. All of this happened without a single hard-on rearing its head. That happened later during the night. We were sleeping with me in the middle with Petras little body in front of me, me spooned up to her, with Pyotr behind me, cuddled up to my rear, one hand over my chest. I was awakened with Pyotrs prodigious pecker prodding me in my posterior. He wasnt moving so I wasnt worried about being fucked. I assumed it was just another nocturnal erection, normal in all males, or a piss-hard but not a horny reaction. I untangled and tried to crawl out of bed without disturbing anybody. I had to piss, not urgently, but enough to make a trip to the toilet worthwhile. I was standing at the urinal when Pyotr assumed the position next to me. Then Brian staggered in and took the other side. When the three of us returned to our bedchamber, the females were gone. We sat on the side of the bed until they returned and them we all cuddled up in two piles again. Aiden smiled while I was telling his all this. He wasnt shocked. He and his wife had also slept with their kids on occasion, not for sex but, for love. He hadnt done it since his arrival but he would do it if Anna and I would take the other set of twins. I agreed. Then he asked if I had ever had oral sex with another man while Anna watched. I admitted that I had. I told him that I had also watched her have oral sex with another woman. He said that women must be like that because he had done the same thing and then watched his wife with another woman. Maybe were from different universes but in some ways were not so different. <><><> The third thing was still incomprehensible. Aiden reluctantly tried to explain the cosmology of the universe, as far as he understood it, but even that little knowledge was impossible to comprehend. His scientists did believe that there were alternative universes existing in the same time/space but perhaps a better understanding of their theory was that there were multiple versions of the same universe existing at the same time in the same space. As far as I could understand, they believed that my previous world, Earth, as we called it, existed in multiple versions as Iains old world also called Earth - translated from their language - and as the world in which we now existed - which we were already calling Earth. They had no idea how many versions of Earth existed or why there were differences among the versions of the universe. They posited that all universes were like clocks once set to the same time but which had somehow slowed or accelerated individually with the passage of time. I understood that our scientists believed that our universe came into existence billions of years ago with a Big Bang, at which point, time and space were also created. I cant pretend to understand that either but I accept it. They also believed that, on each Earth, evolutionary forces brought life into existence and then made that life develop in a myriad of ways. On some earths, mankind had blossomed into being; on some, it had not. Aiden and I had come into existence on two different Earths where mankind existed and had both been transported to one where mankind had not evolved. Perhaps that meant that at some time on some versions of earth, there were exact copies, maybe better thought of as originals, of me and Aiden and everyone who existed or had existed. I remembered a term from somewhere: doppelgangers, physical doubles of the same person. I had always assumed that I was unique in my universe and I could not wrap my mind around the concept of another David going his merry way on another version of Earth. In her knowledge of Iain and Aidens world, Aimee had a full and meticulous explanation of the theory. I tried to read her translation but it was like trying to understand classical Greek. I tried to comprehend it but my mind was adamant in its explanation of what it saw and could not fathom the theory. It was a posited but perhaps incomplete explanation of what scientists knew to be true even though it violated everyones ordinary mindset, just as Einsteins Theory of Relativity was incomprehensible to the laymans mind. <><><> Even more unbelievable is what Iain is coaxing me to do. In my other life, I would never have dreamed of doing it and had no idea it was possible. It is singing opera. Hes working with me on Recondita Armonia, a romanza from Tosca by Puccini. He says its usually sung by someone with a tenor voice but he wants to see if I can do it in my baritone, just to determine my voice range. Move over, Bocelli, he says. Next I suppose hell have me playing the violin and saying Move over, Beethoven. Hes also working with all of us with songs from one of his favorite Broadway musicals. West Side Story. Hes Tony and Caitlyn is Maria. Everybody is involved, even if its just singing in the chorus. Hes trying to get the Mouseketeers to do a couple of the dance routines, when they can stop giggling long enough. Hes also working with different ones in learning to read music and to play one of the instruments weve received. I think Im beginning to hear music and not just sour notes from the lounge chamber. I want to learn to play his tallum if I ever get a chance. And while were on the subject of song and dance, we had two dance nights. The first one was indoors in the central hallway and everybody was dressed in our nicest clothes. We warmed up with two marches, the Stars and Stripes Forever march and the Radetzky March. We then tried two waltzes, The Blue Danube and Plasir DAmour. For the waltzes we had to dance with partners other than our usual. Since we had one extra male, Iain and I each sat out for one waltz. I watched Aiden with Rene and saw some beautiful dancing. After that Aimee turned the lights down low and we slow danced to songs like Round Midnight, Falling in Love Again, and When I Fall in Love and four other songs. Again, we had to rotate around and dance with someone different each time, while one guy sat out. The second dance night was outdoors, naked, around a huge fire in the fire pit, first marching to Semper Fidelis, next dancing to Jog Din Oas, and, after we rested up for a while, dancing to Jog Din Oas again. Im not sure we should call it dancing when Aimee plays Jog Din Oas. Perhaps we should call it a cardio-vascular workout because we end each session with bellowing lungs and racing hearts and exhausted bodies. Perhaps its simply free-form dancing, with each of us doing whatever our bodies want to do. As the repetitions get louder and faster, our bodies respond until our minds shut down and our bodies assume control until finally, with the ending repetition, were cavorting or prancing so fast that were just mindless bodies trying to follow the music. <><><> Im not sure what to think of something that happened with the two sets of twins. For some reason, Aimee gave them a book called Art and Culture for their tablets. They looked at the pictures and ended up arguing about one particular statue. Aimee gave them an assignment and thats where I became involved. One night after dinner, Petra and Pyotr and Brian and Brianne corralled me to pose for them. They posed me naked, with my right hand holding a string over my right shoulder and the left hand beside my thigh and holding a small stone, with my head looking to the side and my weight on one foot. I had absolutely no idea what we were doing and why. Then they used their tablets to take pictures of me standing there, front, sides, rear, looking up, and, standing on a table, looking down, close-ups of head, hands, arms, legs, feet, back, and finally genitals and butt. Anna insisted on brushing my hair before the photo session. The four of them then went back to their table and began talking, looking at two tablets at the same time. I was curious, of course, but I washed dishes anyway. When we finished, I went to their table and saw what they were doing. They were looking at images of Michelangelos David and of me and comparing the two. As I walked up behind Brianne and Pyotr, I heard her say that she liked our David better. Pyotr asked her why and she answered that I was more muscular and had a bigger tianga. Well, what are we going to tell Aimee? Brian asked. She wants us to tell her what differences we see but weve also got to try to explain why there are differences. Our Davids better looking too, Petra said. Hes more like a real man, not like some pretty boy statue. His tolos are bigger too and theyre like a real mans. Shut up, Petra, Pyotr said. Were supposed to compare and explain the differences in everything, not just dicks and balls. Well, there must be some reason why Michelangelo gave his David a little kids equipment, Brian said. Hes got a mans body so is he a man or a little boy? I shook my head and went looking for Anna. <><><> Most of us spent two days doing gardening chores. In the first month of the year, we had planted three kinds of potatoes: Yukon gold, red, and russet. We also had sweet potatoes but they are a warm weather crop, were planted in the fourth month, and would be ready in about the eighth month. Now, in the fifth month, the vines of the cold-weather potatoes had almost died back and the potatoes were ready to be harvested. Matt and I both had teams, Iain, James, and Pyotr for me, Aiden, Toby, and Brian for him. Matt and I used garden forks to break the soil and gently lift as many of the potatoes as possible. Our teams used their hands to gently scratch through the soil to find the potatoes and carry them to the women at the end of the rows. The girls then gently brushed the dirt off and sorted them into large unblemished, small unblemished, and blemished from the tines of the fork. My grandfather had taught me to lightly clean the potatoes and never to wash them until they were needed. When each kind of potato had been dug, we used a backpack train of fifteen mules to carry them the ten minutes or so up the mountain to home. The original crop of russet potatoes growing in the mulch pile just off the terrace also matured at the same time. I assigned the Mouseketeers to harvesting that smaller crop whenever they wished. Matt and I next used garden forks to break the soil around the onions. The Peruvian sweet, Vidalia sweet, and Italian red onions had all matured at the same time as the potatoes. The tops of the giant yellow onions were still mostly green and I wanted to wait to harvest them. With their hold on the earth loosened, our teams then pulled the onions up by the withered tops, a small bundle in each hand, and carried them to the ladies to do a light cleaning and to tie them up in bundles. Again, we used a backpack train to carry then home. Weve constructed bamboo racks to suspend the onions and small bins to hold the potatoes. An unused bedroom is now a storeroom. The racks of onions completely cover two walls. The bins of potatoes, about two feet high, cover about half the floor of the room, Anna griped at her light duties but I didnt listen. Everybody understood that she could not carry a full load of work in the fifth month of her pregnancy. After lunch, she and Jean-Nicole stayed home to prepare our evening mean. About mid-afternoon, she called via Aimee and requested two sou-chefs, Petra and Brianne. After the potatoes and onions had been harvested, we picked some of our new crop of vegetables: snow peas, radishes, lettuces, spinach, Chinese cabbage, and even immature carrots. I had no idea what sort of salad Jean-Nicole would concoct but I knew it would be delicious. Last, we weeded and thinned and looked for worms on the vegetables we had set out in the fourth month. We had incorporated just the lightest of bat fertilizer in the vegetable rows and everything seemed green and healthy. Lucky wandered the woods close to our garden and occasionally checked to see that James was OK. The cloudless sky was a pale blue, the warm sun was shining on us and our garden, a slight breeze was blowing up the mountain as usual, and everybody seemed happy to be working together. It was just another couple of days in paradise. <><><> After a particularly-strong spring storm, I asked if anyone wanted to go to the isthmus to see what we could get. I wanted oysters so Jean-Nicole could make us a few delicious oyster casseroles but I knew we frequently found something unexpected, like turtles. Everybody wanted to go. Maybe Aiden didnt yet know what an isthmus expedition was but Brian and Brianne hanging on to his hands and begging him to go convinced him. As usual we set off before daylight, dressed in light clothing, with spears and at least one other weapon. Perhaps I had too many weapons but I was the primary protector and I wanted to be sure I could do my job. I had the Boys strapped around my waist, the Brute and a quiver if arrows on my back, a sword behind my left shoulder, and a spear in my right hand. We had the big pot making its rounds among different carriers and being used in different imaginative ways. Some of us also carried tablets and one of the tablets was always on so Aimee could experience her first isthmus visit. A little after daybreak, we had a pit stop, boys to the left, girls to the right, and then ate breakfast on the way. After that, the singing started and didnt stop except for an occasional easy-walking part of the path where we marched in a two-person wide formation. Matt called cadence for us and we marched once, tallest in front, and again, shortest leading the way. We were only a little way out on the isthmus when we got our first surprise. The south side of the isthmus was littered with what I suppose was seaweed. It wasnt large kelp, the kind which grows off the West Coast. It was smaller, a vivid green, and piled up in clusters. I knew some oriental cultures ate it dried, especially in sushi, but I had no idea what we could do with it. We meandered and explored both sides of the isthmus until we were about halfway across and found nothing else new. Each time we harvested oysters, I tried to remember the location so we could move to a new area. We made two teams - me with James and Aiden and Brian, Matt with Iain, Toby, and Pyotr - stripped naked, and began. The morning was already warm enough to be comfortable but the water was still a little cold. No matter, I pried the oysters off rocks with a mattock and let them fall. James and Aiden and Brian didnt object even when they had to duck under water to retrieve them and get them to the waiting females. The time was close to noon when we had our second surprise. We had a huge pile of oysters ready to be shucked and I was thinking of slurping a few raw ones for lunch when it happened. Anna and Jean-Nicole were our guards this time, armed with paint-ball guns. Anna yelled, Pigs, David! A momma pig and a bunch of little ones. The two oystering crews left the water and went to see. A huge sow, probably twice as big as me, and a large number of immature little porkers were wandering along on the south side of the isthmus, heads down, eating seaweed. I guessed the piglets weight as about thirty pounds, certainly big enough for good eating. I tried to count the little ones and finally decided that there were at least ten. I stood and watched for a minute, trying to decide what to do. Anna, Jean-Nicole, see if you can put mamma pig to sleep, I said. They took turns and quickly had the momma pig slumbering on her side. A mad melee of little porkers immediately squirmed and fought to find a teat to suck on. We all stood and watched for a moment and I decided what I wanted. Toby, James, see if you can find two young males in that mess, I said. Grab them by the legs and drag them back down the beach a ways. Petra and Pyotr, Brianne and Brian, you kill them and then cut their throats to let them bleed out. As expected, Brianne protested. I dont want to kill them and I cant cut their throats. Why are you so mean? She looked at Aiden, her father, her ultimate source of protection, for help. He dropped to one knee and took both her hands in his. Bri, Davids not being mean to you, he said. He wants you to learn from this. Were omnivores. We eat meat and vegetables and most anything else because evolution has programmed our bodies to be healthy with that way of eating. You kill the little pig with your spear and let Brian cut its throat. You can do it. Toby and James finally sorted out two males and were dragging them down the beach. The four Mouseketeer twins picked up their spears and were about to follow. I thought of one more thing I could do. I pulled Big Boy and Little Boy out of my scabbard. Here, Brian, Pyotr, I said and held out the knives. Let Brianne and Petra kill the piglets and then you two cut their throats. A little after lunch, we returned home carrying two field-dressed young pigs on two bamboo poles, a big pot of shucked oysters on another pole, two backpacks of unshucked oysters on two backs, two backpacks full of seaweed, one backpack full of miscellaneous sea critters in shells for bouillabaisse, and fifteen bellies full of a good lunch including baked and raw oysters. I know everybody ate baked oysters and I think most ate some raw. Im not sure what we can do with seaweed but maybe Jean-Nicole can find something to do with it. <><><> On two of their explorations, the eight Mouseketeers saw the goats which Aimee said were on the mountain. The second time, they were able to count the number of goats, nine mature and three little ones. I wanted some sort of shelter close to home to begin to domesticate them, hopefully, for a source of milk and cheese. Aiden and Matt and I found a place on the lowest terrace where we could excavate a shelter in the rock for them. Aiden knows how to get the excavation robots running again so Ive tasked him with that job. He also says he can easily program them to create a sheltered room for the goats in the rocks below our shelter. He says the robots can also be used to create post holes around the perimeter of the terrace. Weve already cut enough large bamboo to make a fence and its drying where we cut it until we need it. Matt is in charge of the fence. The goats can always find water from the many streams on the mountain but they will need a water source when they are fenced in. James and Toby are charged with finding a path to run water somehow to the goat pen. <><><> As the time for our sex play party neared, I realized that the time for another arrival was also immanent. I had no idea who might be sent but I hoped it might be someone as a partner for Aiden. If a woman arrived before the party, I also had no idea how she would view the party. Aiden seemed accepting of our ways but not without some difficulty. A woman might have even more difficulty. I pondered the situation but I finally realized that there was little I could do aside from accepting whatever happens. Some things are simply beyond my control. TO BE CONTINUED: 1

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Sixteen After Iain told me his story, our lives were quiet and enjoyable. We set the rabbit snares most days and usually caught one or two. We had more fish than we could eat and we smoked some and froze a lot more. We also had more vegetables than we could eat or freeze and we experimented with drying as a way to preserve some. We were busy for part of most days with our exercise routines and our garden and house work and our studies. Every few days, we either explored the mountain or went to the beach. We brought lots of bamboo up the mountain for projects I wanted to do. And Iain and James were both great companions for me, as good as I could have wanted. I noticed that Iain seemed to be spending a lot of time talking to Aimee. A couple of times, I heard music being played but it was nothing I recognized. I assumed he would tell me if there was any need. Imagine my surprise when Radio Station I-A-I-N came on the air, starting at eight oclock, about an hour before we began to settle down for bed. Aimee was the announcer and Iain was the resident music expert. She led him into a brief description of the music we were going to hear and then we heard their musical selections for the night. The three of us were sitting in the kitchen talking when I-A-I-N made its unexpected debut. Iain sat there grinning, looking at me and James, while we listened. There was no tune in tomorrow night so I didnt know what he had planned. I congratulated him on a job well done and asked if we could expect more broadcasts. You really liked it? he asked. Yeah, I did. I think we need something like that. I hope you have long range plans for your radio station. We both knew there was no radio station but I wanted to pretend with him that there was. James had never heard music like the classical piece, something about the Grand Canyon, but he liked it too. I wanted to see if it was OK with you and James before I went too far with it, David, he said. I dont know what kind of music you like but I wanted to start with something you might like. Ive never had much time for music, Iain, I said. Im willing to listen and learn. You just play whatever you want. James can just suffer along with me. Im going to do an old Broadway musical by a guy named Cole Porter soon, about an ocean cruise. After that I want to do a classical night again and then a golden oldies night, you know, songs like Youll Never Know. My mother likes stuff like that. I think we can be on the air about four times and then let you rest up a few nights while Aimee and I do some more stuff. Youll never know what? James asked. Iain told him. I thought about what he was proposing for a minute or two. Iain, youve been good about helping around here. From now on I want you to be our official radio station manager. You can count the time you spend on it as part of your work load. If you dont want to help clean the kitchen some nights, James and I will do it so you can work with Aimee. You really mean it? he exclaimed happily. I smiled at him and nodded. <><><> As the time for a new arrival drew near, I knew that I had to face the one task I feared most. It was something I had never done before but it simply had to be done. Perhaps I was anticipating the arrival of Anna and I did not want her to see what we had been avoiding. Perhaps it was a males natural reluctance to undertake a task which is alien to his nature. I asked Iain and James to help me and then, sensing their reluctance, I conscripted them. They didnt complain when we went down the mountain to the bamboo groves but I could tell they werent happy. I cut one bamboo, held it upright, and cut it off so it was as long as I was tall. Then I cut down the bamboo poles I wanted, twelve as large around as my forearm, ninety-six about as big around as my penis. Iain and James dragged them to a clearing, cut them to the length of the measuring pole, and stripped them of foliage. We had to make two trips to carry all of them back home. We spent an afternoon on the terrace assembling them into three structures, squares with large bamboos as corner pieces and small bamboos as cross pieces. We left them outdoors where I planned to use them if the next day was sunny. If we needed them when it was raining, they could all be carried indoors and placed anywhere in the center hallway. That night, I did something I had never done before. I started the pool in the bathing chamber to filling with warm water. I sent James to find the liquid soap in the storeroom while Iain and I retrieved the clothing we were going to wash. We both carried the sweaty stained clothing from the freezer to the pool and then canvased all the bedrooms for the barely dirty clothing we had thrown there. We threw them all in the warm soapy water in the pool to soak and then I took pity on Iain and James and let them talk to Aimee for a while before they went to bed. The next morning after breakfast, I led them outdoors to the terrace for our morning workout. Iain was developing a more-muscular physique and his white butt was almost tanned. James had lost some of his slightly pudgy look, was getting tanned all over, and, from the way he ate, might be beginning a growth spurt. I enjoyed our morning workout, naked, on the terrace. When they didnt talk so much, I enjoyed it more. Afterwards, when we went back to the bathing chamber, James threatened to leap into the pool with the dirty soapy clothes. I nodded and he did a perfect cannonball right in the middle. Of course, Iain had to do it to. I reluctantly did it right between them. We spent the rest of the morning washing clothes. James was the one who came up with the idea of stomping the dirt out. The three of us formed a circle with our arms on the shoulders of the other two and stomped dirty clothes until our legs were exhausted. Our feet and other body parts were wrinkled when we washed the last pieces, drained the pool, and broke for lunch. After lunch we filled the pool with clear water, rinsed all the clothes by stomping again, wrung them as dry as we could, and took them outdoors to hang them on our three drying racks in the afternoon sun. We all three pitched in to prepare our evening meal. I suppose we were all hungry but James couldnt seem to get enough. Before the sun set, we carried the dried clothes in, folded them, sorted them into piles, and took them to our room. The day had been long and hard and I thought I might I sleep well that night, especially after the three of us followed our nightly routine. I wanted to talk to Iain and James about that. Are you guys OK with us masturbating together every night? And our wrestling matches, especially those, are you OK with all the stuff we do? I asked. I dont really want to fuck you guys but I do like it when you give me a good blowjob. I know Ive got to give to get so I dont mind sucking you guys off. Are you both OK with that? Sure, James answered. I like it. I used to jack off at night in the dark under the cover and then feel like I was bad for doing it. Now I can do it with the lights on with you guys and not have to be ashamed of it. I like being like that, I mean, not ashamed of it. When we fooled around with each other I had a lot of fun. I dont guess Ive ever had more fun in my life. And I dont mind sucking another guy off if I just know hell do the same for me. I stay horny; shit, Im so damn horny I could jack off a dozen times every day and still not be satisfied. I feel the same way, David, Iain said. Were just being honest with each other. My dick is as incorrigible as James is. Were not hurting anybody. Its a lot more fun doing things with you guys than it is by myself. Why do you ask? Well, I just feel like Im the grown up, the adult, here and youre just boys and Im supposed to set a good example for you. Im trying but sometimes I dont know whats the right thing to do. I dont want to hurt you by doing something wrong. You are doing the right thing, David, James said. Were just being honest with our dicks. Well tell you if we think youre doing something wrong. Wont we, Iain? Yes, we will, David. I think youre going to be a great leader for all of us. Im going to do my best to help you. Yeah, but what are Iain and I going to do when Anna comes here? James said, teasingly. Youll be getting so much pussy youll be too worn out to jack off with us. Anna! I felt my throat tighten up and my eyes become moist and I wanted to cry for her. She had to come to me. She had to. James, please dont tease me about, Anna, I said. If you do, I may show you one of the worst things youll ever see. What? they both asked. I looked at James and then at Iain. I wanted them to see my face. Did you ever see a grown man cry? They stared at me, at my eyes wet with tears, and, from the expressions on their faces, I knew they understood. James walked up to me and put his arms around me. I put one hand behind his head and the other on his back and pulled him against my bare chest. We wont tease you, David, he said. I hope she comes to you this time. Over James head, I looked at Iain. I thought I saw tears in his eyes too. And, Iain, after Anna comes to me, I hope Caitlyn comes to you, I said. Iain joined us, put his arms around James and me, and said, Lets go jack off before somebody gets the weepy-wailers. I dont want to do it in the shower tonight. I want to do it in the bed. After washing clothes today, Im not going to wash myself again for another week." <><><> Before breakfast the next day, James and I ran our rabbit traps, both literally and figuratively. The traps were laid out on the mountain more or less horizontally and in a loop, one part higher and one lower and we ran from one trap to another as much as the terrain permitted. I ran slowly and James had no trouble keeping up with me. We had one kill, a young female. As we were going back home on the lower part of the loop, James asked if we could walk. He wasnt tired; he just wanted to talk. I was pleased that he wanted to talk, no matter what it was about. OK, I said, what do you want to talk about? About you and I and Iain sleeping together and about us hugging each other yesterday. You mean, about you and me and Iain sleeping together; dont you? I asked. Yeah, about you and me and Iain sleeping together. I know better, David. Sometimes I just forget. I hope you dont mind my correcting your grammar, James. Im just trying to be a good teacher. My mother always made me use proper English. Nah, I dont mind. I like it. What I want to talk about is you hugging and touching me and the way it made me feel. I dont mean touching my dick and my balls cause you didnt do that except when we fooled around with each other. When the reverend touched me it made me feel sort of creepy and sick. When you touched me, I felt peaceful and good. The first time we slept together and you brushed my hair out of my face and then you kept on doing it, brushing it back over my ear, that made me feel so good. Then when we went to sleep with my head on one of your shoulders and Iains on the other, that made me feel so content to be here with you and Iain. That was good too, David; it really was. I was just trying to show some affection for you, James. This family business is new to me but I know Ive got to let you know I like you. Touching you like that was the only thing I could think of to do. I want us to learn to love each other like brothers. I knew what you were doing, David, and I liked it. I really liked it. Maybe I liked it too much. Sometimes its like I need to be touched. I mean some sort of loving touch like you were doing. Sometimes it gets to be so bad, I mean me wanting to be touched, sometimes I cry. I dont like me when I cry cause I feel like I ought to be more of a man or something.I dont knowIs it normal to want to be touched so bad? I think its normal, James. When I was about your age, maybe a little bit younger, my father would hug me against him. He would put one hand behind my head and the other on my back, and then he would do me like I did you, just sort of stroking my hair. I liked it when he did that because I knew he loved me. Maybe youve got a stronger need to be touched because you never had a father. I told you Im going to try to be a good friend to you and touching you and stroking your hair is one way I can show you how I feel about you. Yeah, thats the way you did me yesterday when I started teasing you about Anna. I liked it when you held me against you. We were both naked and I could feel your dick against my stomach but you holding me wasnt sexy or bad or anything like that. It was just nice. Thats why I put my arms around you. I wanted to see if I could make you stop hurting about Anna but then when you put your hand behind my head and held me, I didnt want you to turn me loose. Well, just dont tease Iain about Caitlyn. I think he loves her like I love Anna and hes hurting because he doesnt know whether she will ever come to him. I wont, David. Aimee showed me one movie where a guy about Iains age and a girl are making love and it was so beautiful and good. They were so gentle and kind with each other. It seemed like it was just the way love should be between a man and a woman. I hope a girl like that will come to me but I probably wouldnt know what to do with her. Were going to teach you, James. Aimees going to let you see lots more movies like that and shes going to give you lessons about sex. Im going to talk to you sometimes about sex. If you have any questions, Ill answer them for you the best I can. I think sometimes I ask too many questions. No, you dont. You just jack off too much. Huh? James, you know Im just kidding. I dont think we can do it too much. Since I came here, Im so horny I could fuck a knothole in a hickory tree. Well, I know I jack off more than I did before I came here. If you find an extra knot hole, write my name on it. Maybe wed better put Iains name on one too. Maybe its because youre both in better condition than when you came here. Our diet is about as healthy as can be, we get regular exercise, and were active most of every day. I thought I was in good condition in our old world but now I know Im in much better health here. Ive changed a lot and so has Iain. You have too, maybe not as much but youre not the same soft kid who came here. Yeah, but Id like to have a hamburger and fries and milkshake once in a while. I know. I would too. <><><> The next day was the twenty-ninth since the arrival of James. I roused him and Iain for another day of work around home. They grumbled but they followed me to the toilet to piss and then to the kitchen for breakfast. I wanted their help working in the garden so we all put on our moccasins and our loincloths and went to the garden with our hoes over our shoulders. The tomatoes needed to be tied up again, the whole garden needed to be weeded, and we needed to pick whatever was ready. We picked pole beans, cucumbers, peppers, squash, carrots, the last of the lettuce, and, best of all, lots of vine-ripe tomatoes. I knew I should ask Aimees help in planning a fall garden. I had wished more than once for corn but I couldnt find room for it. I wanted the new garden to be ready for next year so we could plant more vegetables, including corn. The time was close to lunch when we finished. After they helped me carry everything in the kitchen, I let them go talk to Aimee while I prepared something for us to eat. After we ate, I talked them into going out to the terrace for our exercise routines again. I liked to do them outside naked in the cool of the morning. Today, the summer heat was beginning to bear down but I knew the shaded areas would still be comfortable. I had used the same exercises for years and I had started them doing some of the easier ones. I did the most reps of any exercise, Iain did what he could and added one rep every ten days, and James simply did what he could. Every few days we went for a long run that left us sweating and gasping for breath, sometimes following the rabbit-snare trail, sometimes climbing rapidly up the mountain and then running back down. I especially liked our runs together, naked except for moccasins, running through the forest, climbing up an occasional rocky area, alive and loving it. While we rested before sit-ups, I talked to them about my plans for the days when the next person arrived. Iain, its about time for somebody else to arrive. Maybe it will be Anna. Do you think you and James could run the errands and do the shopping for the next few days? The rabbit snares are disabled and you can reset them whenever you want to. The garden needs to be picked twice a day, morning and night. We could use some more fish. You can try the dip nets to see if they work OK. If they dont, one of you will have to wade the pool while the other spears them. And we can pick some blackberries, if theyre not all gone, Iain said, grinning at the prospect of being in charge. While were doing that, we can get some fresh rosemary. I like potatoes with rosemary and olive oil. And we can use some eggs if the birds arent through nesting. It seems like our work is never done. After we get the fish, may we go to the beach, David? James asked, grinning too. Yeah, if youll promise not to get out over your heads, I answered, grinning as much as they were. They were both excellent swimmers and I wasnt really worried about how deep the water was. I was just being big brother. What are you going to do, David? James asked. Im going to work on the benches, I said. Im planning on ten benches so people will have something to sit on outdoors. Weve already split the logs and I need to smooth the tops, bore the holes for the legs, and pound the legs in place. Ive already showed you how the adz works so which should I do first? He frowned, evidently thinking of how the adz was used, and then gave me the answer. You need to smooth the tops first, David. Lay a split log on the ground and brace it, then straddle it, and swing the adz toward you, he said, and then paused for a second. And dont chop your legs while youre doing it and put the legs on last. Thats right. Now will you hold my feet so I can do my sit-ups? Ill return the favor for you and Iain next. I lay down on my back with my knees bent and James sat down on my feet holding onto my calves. Iain walked around behind James and held him down by putting his hands on James shoulders. It wasnt really necessary. I had already promised not to flip James through the air. I wanted to do my usual fifty sit-ups first before they did as many as they could. I didnt sit on their feet. With them side by side and ankles close together, I could use my hands to hold them both down at the same time. I crossed my arms on my chest and started. After a few reps, Iain leaned over and whispered something to James. James leaned over, looked at my penis, leaned back, shook his head no and said, You tell him. Tell me what? I grunted. Oh, nothing, David, Iain said. James and I are just thinking of doing something. He leaned over, cupped his hand around James ear, and whispered again. James turned, cupped his hand over his mouth, and whispered to Iain. I knew something was up and it involved me. I just kept doing my sit-ups. You might as well tell me, I said. If you dont, Im going to make you run laps around the terrace. Well, its justyou need to use Nor around your dick, Iain said. Youve got hair growing on your balls again and your pubic hairs not symmetrical. It looks like your dick is on crooked. I had already noticed that Id messed up a little when I had used the Nor before and that my pubic patch was a little off center. I didnt think it mattered. Ill let you two fix it, I said. If Anna comes tomorrow, I want it to be just right. Not me, boy, James said. Ive never used it before. Anyway what is it, I mean Nor? Its what my father uses on his face instead of shaving, Iain said. My mother uses it on her legs. Its for removing hair. Both of them probably use it on their privates. I dont know about that and I dont want to know. You mean you can put it on your balls? James questioned. Yeah, any place where you dont want hair. If David trimmed his pubic hair and then used Nor all over down there, he could be as hairless as you were a couple of years ago. Damn, was all James said. Iain turned loose of James shoulders and walked around to where he could see my face. He needs to use it on his face too. Hes got a little mustache growing and theres a little bit of hair on his chin. Ill do his face and you do his balls. Not me, boy! Yeah, lets take him inside and put him in Aimees chair and then work on him. Weve got to get him ready for Anna, Iain said. I think you two are just trying to get out of your sit-ups, I said. How about both of you do twenty? They did them in unison with me holding their feet down. As soon as they finished, they grabbed my hands, pulled me upright, and led me inside to Aimee. She greeted us, Iain asked her not to watch what was about to happen, and I told her she should watch us because she needed to learn what little boys were like. She smiled at me and watched us. I reclined in the chair, spread my legs as wide as possible, and put my arms on the chair arms. Through squinted eyes I watched Aimees face as she watched Iain and James making me ready for Anna. What are we going to do? James asked. Were going to trim the hair above his dick so its all fairly short and then try to make it symmetrical, you know, the same on both sides. Then were going to rub some Nor on the hair on the shaft of his dick. That needs to come off. You mean his dick needs to come off? Mine doesnt come off. Yeah, it does. It comes off and spits on you. Anyway, I didnt mean his dick had to come off. I meant the hair on the shaft. See here. I felt a finger touch me just where the shaft and my scrotum come together. Oh. I wonder where he hides it when he has pants on. He must bend it back between his legs. Yeah, he bends it back between his legs and puts the head between his butt cheeks. No, dummy, he stuffs the head up his asshole. He only takes it out when he has to shit. Really! Yeah, Ive seen him do it. Lets try it! Somebody giggled or snickered or chuckled, whatever boys do. Nah, it would just be in the way. Weve got to rub Nor on his balls. You do it. No, you hold his balls up out of the way first and Ill rub the Nor between his legs. Shit. I cant lift them. Im just thirteen and I cant lift that much weight. Well you lift one and Ill lift the other. I heard two boys trying not to giggle, probably keeping their mouths closed but making a sound anyway. I felt two hands on me, each tugging one testicle upward, and then some fingers rubbing Nor behind my scrotum all the way to the crack of my ass. Now you rub some on his balls. Not me, boy! I will if you will. Shit! I felt two hands gently rubbing Nor on my testicles and I also felt my dick beginning to stand up and look around to see what was going on. Damn, hes getting a hard-on. Look at that sucker grow, damn, I mean fucker! Damn! Yeah. Wow! Sheeiit! You hold it still and Ill rub some Nor on the shaft. Not me, boy! Im not going to touch that thing! It wont bite you. I know but it might spit on me. Oh, fuck! What makes it get so much bigger? Hes got two thingys inside him. Ones a pump. When his brain sends out an order, his pump sends about a gallon of blood into his dick. Wheres the blood come from? His brain, stupid. Everybody knows that. Well, whats the other thingy? Its a winch. See that cable running down the shaft of his dick. When the winch pulls on that cable, that makes it stand up. Sheeiiitt! I heard two boys giggling. I chuckled. Well you hold it straight up and Ill rub some Nor on his belly where the hair is starting to grow back. I felt somebodys thumb and a finger holding my dick upright and then a finger rubbing the stuff on the shaft and around on my stomach. Are we through now? No, I want to trim his sideburns so they look like mine and then weve got to do his face. Can you do mine so they look like yours? I like that look. Iains sideburns werent cut straight across like mine. They were trimmed so they came down diagonally to a sharp point. James sideburns were so long and tangled I couldnt tell if they had ever been cut. I can try. Im not going to cut your hair though. When it gets a little longer, you can wear it in a pig tail like his. You mean pony tail. Sheeit! Whatever. My hair was already long when I came here and it had not been cut in three months. Sometimes, I pulled it back and tied something around it. And thats the way the conversation went for the next hour or so. They trimmed my sideburns to a point and rubbed Nor on all the appropriate places. Next James and I did Iain. His dick was already standing up before we rubbed Nor on his testicles and behind them. I rubbed some on his upper lip to get rid of his faint mustache and then decided I might as well do his face. James wanted his sideburns trimmed so Iain and I did the best we could. He had a very faint mustache so we rubbed Nor on it. We rubbed Nor on his balls and behind them even though there was almost no hair growing on them. We left his little pubic patch alone. His dick was already standing up too. After fifteen minutes of exposure to the sun we went back inside and showered. A little bit of hair and three loads of semen went down the drain. We stood in a row, jacking off in a contest to see who could ejaculate the farthest. I felt like a kid having fun in a circle jerk again. James won the contest. <><><> David, someone else has arrived! I think its Anna! I was outside working on the benches when I heard Aimee call out. I was smoothing the top of a log, the last one, when she called and I didnt hear her clearly. I stopped, leaned on the adz, and wiped the sweat off my brow. I had pulled my hair back and tied it with a piece of cloth and I was wearing nothing but moccasins and a loin cloth. The time was a little after noon and the day was getting hot. I had sweated a great deal and I would have taken off the loin cloth if it had not been for the wood chips flying upward against me and sticking in my sweat. What did you say, Aimee? I asked. I couldnt hear you clearly. I said someone else has arrived, David. I think it is Anna. Do not hurry. She is sleeping. Dont hurry! Thats ridiculous. I ran as fast as I could across the terrace, through the already-open doors, down the hallway, and into Aimees room. I had thought that since Iain and James and I had all arrived during the night that the next arrival would too. I was wrong. It was Anna! She was lying on her side, as she might be when sleeping in her own bed, naked, legs bent, one hand under her head, the other between her knees. I could see the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her face was peaceful. I stood there looking at her in wonder. She had lost weight, not much, but enough so that I could see that she was thinner. Her hair had been long, down to her breasts when I first met her, then just down to her shoulders when we went to Flagstaff. Now it was cut so short that it was like a boys hair and almost all the curl was gone. Her finger and toenails were not painted and she had not shaved her legs in some time. The way she was resting, I couldnt see where else she might not have shaved. I didnt care whether she ever shaved her legs or painted her nails. She was beautiful and she was my Anna and she was here. I turned to Aimee for a moment and held my finger to my lips. She nodded and I knew she understood. I had put a light blanket in one of the chairs, in anticipation of the possibility that the next arrival would be a woman and she might not want to be naked in from of me and Iain and James. I picked it up and gently spread it over her. She squirmed a little, pulled the blanket closer around her throat, and settled into sleep again. I wanted so much to wake her so she could know that she was with me. I walked over in front of Aimee. Aimee, can you check her vital signs without disturbing her? I whispered. There doesnt seem to be any sign of trauma from being brought here. David, I do not think there is any cause for concern about her. Her temperature is slightly elevated at sixty-seven point three on the David scale. Her heart rate is forty-eight beats per minute which is normal for someone who is sleeping. Good. I dont expect Iain and James yet but when they come home, I dont want you to tell them that Annas here. Let me know as soon as they come up on the terrace, please. I want to surprise them. Yes, David. Now, could you give us privacy, please? I whispered. You may watch but blank your monitor. Im going to wake her and I dont want to have to explain you to her for a while. Yes, David, she said. I will give you privacy with Anna. When you want me, just say apples and I will come back. I want so much to meet Anna. Apples? Yes, David, she said, and her monitor went blank. I went back to where Anna was sleeping soundly and bent over her, holding on to the arms of the recliner. I watched her sleeping for a minute or so. There was no make-up on her face. Her eyebrows were bushier than I remembered them but her long eye-lashes were the same. Her cheeks were faintly pink and her lips were a light shade of red, even without lipstick. She was perfect, she was beautiful, and I loved her. Anna, its David. Wake up, please, I said softly. She stirred slightly but she remained asleep. Anna, its David. Im here. Wake up, please, I said, a little louder. Ummm, David, who let you in my room? That told me that she thought she was still in her room somewhere. That meant that there had not been a sudden emergency such as James and I had experienced. Anna, Im not in your room. Youre with me, in my room. Please wake up. She turned over on her back, struggled to open her eyes, and finally managed to look up at me. Then she opened her eyes wide, grabbed me around the neck, and yanked me down against her. David, it is you! Where have you been? No questions, Anna, I said, somewhere in the vicinity of her ear. We have plenty of time for questions later. How do you feel? She stretched her arms above her head and every muscle in her body tensed for just a moment. Then her arms came around my back again. Imsleepy, David. Im OK but Im sleepyand I ache all overand Ive got to pee. Where have you been? I lifted my head so I could see her face. Will you let me carry you to the toilet? Its just around the corner from this room. She blinked her eyes rapidly and had trouble focusing on me. I can walk, David. Just show me where it is. I know you can walk but please let me carry you. I want to. OK, she sighed. I picked her up under her back and knees. She wrapped her arms around my neck and nestled her head against my throat. Where have you been, David? she said. I thought you were dead, No, Anna, Im very much alive, more alive than Ive been in many years. And youre alive too and were together. Thats all that matters. Good, she said, as I went in the womens side of the toilet with her. Im going to stand you up now, Anna. Hang on to me, please. OK, she said. I pulled open the door to one of the commodes and held it open for her. She walked in and sat down. I started to shut the door. Dont shut the door, David. I want to look at you. I held the door open while she peed and looked at me. Whats that youve got on, David? And what are all those wood chips doing on your legs and stomach and chest? Its a loincloth, Anna. Its summer now and this is about all I wear. Its to keep the bugs off my butt. The wood chips are from some benches I was building. She looked me up and down a few times. Well, take it off. I want to see if its really you. I untied the loincloth and let it drop to the floor. She looked at what had been covered. My penis and testicles were all hanging their lowest from the heat and exertion and, like the rest of my body, were wet with sweat. Yeah, its you. Im glad its you. My David with his big dick. I love you, David. I love you but I ache and Im sleepy. I love you too, Anna. She had stopped peeing but she just sat there, looking me up and down. Wheres the toilet paper, David? Her eyes kept closing for a second and I could tell she was struggling to stay awake and to keep them open. Im sorry, Anna. We seem to have run out. Ill go to the store tomorrow. Have you ever used a bidet? No, she said, as her eyes closed again. Well, youre about to use a very nice one. Press the button on the wall to your right. She managed to hold her eyes open long enough to press the button. I grinned at her reaction as the warm water spurted up against her bottom. I waited until the warm water was replaced with warm air. Id liked someones solution to personal hygiene the first time Id used it. I hoped she liked it too because there wasnt going to be any toilet paper. Ummm, thats nice, David, she said. You can forget about going to the store for toilet paper. Thats good, Anna. The store is quite a distance away. Still sitting there, she looked me up and down critically. Youve changed, David. Youre tanned all over and youve lost weight and your mustache is gone and your hair is so long. Is it really you? Yes, Anna. Its really me. If youre through, I want to carry you to bed and let you sleep a little longer. To sleep, Anna. Thats all. Okey, doke, she whispered, barely audibly. I took her to my bed, put her down gently, and covered her with my blanket. She didnt want me to leave her so I sat down on the edge of the bed. She wanted me to hold her so I crawled over her and lay down behind her. I kept the blanket between us because I didnt trust my treacherous penis to behave. She wanted to feel me against her and she struggled to pull the blanket from between us. I spooned up behind her with my arm over her shoulders and my hips far enough away from hers so my penis wasnt touching her. That wasnt what she wanted. She took my hand and placed it on her soft breast and then reached back and put her hand on my hip and pulled me toward her until my penis was nestled between her legs. My penis betrayed me. I told it not to respond but it refused to listen. I lay there feeling it swell until it was stiff as a bamboo pole. She started gently snoring so I lay there with a raging hard-on against her pussy. Sometime later, she stirred and said something. Ummm, thats nice, David. I didnt say anything. I didnt move. My penis wanted to fuck her immediately. My heart wanted to love her now and have sex with her later. My reason told me not to do it with her almost incoherent with sleep. I didnt know what to do. She decided what she wanted me to do. She rolled over on her back, tugged me on top of her, wrapped her legs around my legs and her arms around my chest, and squeezed me against her. My penis was still between her legs, pressed against her vulva. She reached between us, caught it with her hand, and pointed it to where she wanted it to go. I gave in and, in a series of pushes and pull-backs, my penis sank into her vagina until I felt my testicles against her ass cheeks. I tried to be still. I really did. My dick would have none of it. It pushed my hips back and pulled them forward a few times. I tried to resist but in just a few strokes I reached the point of no return and I poured out my offering into her sacred depths. Ummm, thats what I wanted, she said, and wrapped her arms and legs around me tighter. Thats what I needed." She slowly faded into sleep again. I lay there on top of her, trying to keep my weight off her but she had me in a vice-like grip. My penis couldnt make up its mind whether it was satisfied or not so it stayed hard and ready for another turn. I told it to behave. Finally it decided it didnt have to be hard to enjoy her warm wet environment and it subsided into a swollen softness. I lifted my head from hers and looked down at her. She was sleeping with a little smile on her face. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twenty I waited until after breakfast the next morning to butcher our little porker. I commandeered three helpers because I wanted them to get their hands on what we were going to eat. I didnt want them to merely watch and ask questions. Heres a sample of the questions they asked. *** Crack the skull? asked James. Why do you want me to help you do that? Tomorrow morning, were going to have a big breakfast of eggs scrambled with brains with a big pile of hash-brown potatoes. Its delicious and nutritious. Im going to be doing some hard manual labor tomorrow and that will give me energy. Youre going to help me work. You might as well get used to eating stuff like that. Yuk. From James, looking at Anna to see what she said. Hes right, James. Ive eaten things like that too. Anna said. You and Iain should get used to eating all sorts of strange things in this new world. Were all going to be working hard tomorrow. We want to expand our garden area. Well, if Iain eats that stuff, I guess I can too. *** David, why did you save all the stuff from the head, like the tongue and ears and neck? Iain asked. Because were going to make what the old country folks call head cheese. Were going to cook everything down until its very tender, chop it up, season it with lots of vinegar and salt and pepper, put it in the cooler until its cold and has jelled, and then were going to slice it and eat it. Its delicious. *** Dont tell me were going to eat all those internal organs, like heart and liver and lungs? Anna this time. Yep, Im going to brown a big pile of bones and some lean scraps of meat and lots of onion in olive oil, simmer that for a while, then throw in some of the chopped-up organs, add some potatoes, and make a rich brown stew. Thats what were going to have for dinner tonight. Its delicious. You can eat it if you want to, James again, grinning at me. Im not going to eat that stuff. I knew he was being playful. With his appetite, I knew he would eat the pigs oink if he could. Thats all well have for dinner, James. That and some bread if somebody wants to make it. Do you want to go hungry? I told you weve got to get used to eating like our ancestors did if were going to survive. *** Why did you save all that fat? Iain again. Dont tell me were going to eat that too. I thought it was supposed to be bad for us. Im going to render the fat down into pure animal fat. Its called lard. We can eat it occasionally in cooking. Have you ever had corn bread made with lard and cracklings? Its great with a big glass of cold butter milk. Whats cracklings? from James. Its the little browned bits that are left when we render the lard out of the cubes youre going to cut the fat into. *** Well, when are we going to eat the meat, I mean the really good parts, like pork chops and ham? Anna again. Maybe a couple of nights from now. I thought we might cook one of the hind legs, the hams. We can build a fire in the fire pit outdoors and cook it and eat it out there. You and the guys can decide what to have for the rest of the meal. Somebodys got to volunteer to turn the spit. We can all lounge around in the gazebo like ancient Romans and maybe eat lying down. *** Where did you learn to do stuff like that, when you butcher a pig, I mean? James again. My parents first brought me back to the U. S. when I was five and after that I lived in a small rural community, James. Some of the old folks still raised their own pigs and killed them when the weather got cold. Ive seen it done. If my father was home, he and my mother helped them. Grandfather and Grandmother did too. Sometimes they invited my grandparents to dinner because they knew they loved eating country stuff and they invited Mother and me too. Sometimes they gave some of the different parts of the pig to Mother, to repay her for helping them. She was a nurse and she never asked for pay when she had to sew up a cut or something like that. <><><> They all ate the stew I made from the organs and decided it was delicious. The bread, like French baguettes, made by Anna and Iain and James was great with a big bowl of stew. I was sitting there, content, with a big bellyful of stew and bread and dreading my next task. I knew it was time I talked to Iain. Anna, would you and James clean the kitchen tonight? Iain, could I talk to you? I asked. Lets take a walk outside. James looked at me and I shook my head. I need to talk to Iain alone, James. Would you entertain Anna while were gone? We wont be long. I knew from my military service that I should never reprimand a subordinate in the presence of others. On the rare occasion when I had chastised a soldier, I usually asked him to take a walk with me and I quietly told him what he had done wrong. I didnt want to embarrass Iain when he thought he was helping me. I looked at Anna and saw that she had got the message too. May I tell James about the time you killed the rattlesnake? she asked. I smiled and nodded. Outside, on the terrace, I climbed up to the highest level, where there was room for only a few people, and Iain followed me. All the days light had gone from the sky but there was enough moonlight and starlight to see where we were going. The summer temperature was still warm enough to be comfortable with just a loin-cloth. The rock surface of the terrace was warm under my feet. The breeze was blowing up the mountain again as the land cooled in the night air. It was good to be alive. I sat down on one of the sitting rocks someone had shaped for us and pointed to another one close by for Iain to sit. Iain, Im very angry with you, I said. Yesterday you did not obey my orders when we were on the isthmus. He knew what I was talking about. David, I wanted to help you. That sow was dangerous and you know it. It was probably twice as big as you. If it had got to you, perhaps I could have used my spear and made it leave you alone. Iain, I was a lieutenant in the Army. When I gave men under my command an order, I expected them to obey me without question. I told you to go and run and to get James and Anna back behind the barrier. I didnt ask for your help. Well, I told you once that you cant just order me around. I can think for myself. I wanted to help. Iain, suppose the sow had gored me and killed me. Who would take care of James and Anna? Who would be the leader for all the others who are going to come here? He didnt answer me. Iain, I was chosen to lead this group of people because of certain abilities I have. I told you how I killed seven men in about a minute with one shot each. I was able to do that only because of those abilities. When my life or the life of those under my command is in danger, something happens to me. Anna thinks its an extreme case of the flight or fight response. I call it being cool. My sight and hearing are greatly enhanced and I can see and hear things you never could. My strength and reflexes are also greatly enhanced. I havent tried it but when Im cool I feel like Ive got the strength of maybe three men. To me, the world is moving in slow motion and Im responding at normal speed. In actuality, I respond so fast I can kill a rattlesnake with my bare hands. Get Anna to tell you about the time I did just that when we go back inside. He still just sat there looking at me. Right now, youre my second in command, Iain. When were outside the barrier, I expect you to follow my orders as if you were a soldier under my command. Im depending on you to care for the others if anything happens to me. But you were in danger when the sow charged you; werent you? I didnt see you do anything to protect yourself. Iain, I was cool, as cool as Ive ever been. To me, that sow was charging in slow motion. She was no threat to me. I waited until she was almost on me and then I stepped to one side and stabbed her in the butt with my spear. I wanted to make her mad at me. I knew she couldnt run with her hooves on the rocks like I can with bare feet. When I ran up on the top of that big rock, I looked around to see where her little porkers were and which one we were going to take home with us. Then I saw you coming back and I had to worry about you. I didnt need that. Im sorry, David. I didnt understand. I didnt know you could do stuff like that. Iain, I mean it. Right now, youve got to be second in command. Youve got to be ready to assume leadership of this group. When all the guys are here, we might choose someone else to act as another protector. Im trying to train you because I think you can do it but youve got to follow my orders without thinking when were outside the barrier. If were safe here inside Aimees shield, you dont have to obey me. You can think for yourself then. What if you dont have time to give me an order? he asked. Or maybe youre hurt and cant give me an order? Do you want me to think for myself then? Of course, and I trust you enough to know youll do the best you can. He was silent for a while. I was too because I thought Id done my best to convince him to obey me when we were outside the barrier. I apologize, David. Youre right. I wont do it again. If were in a dangerous situation, Ill do what you tell me from now on. He smiled at me. But I didnt know I was second in command. Well, you are, even when were behind the barrier. Youre my friend, Iain, and I need your help. I need someone I can trust, someone who knows stuff I dont and can help me do whats right for the group. Are you ready to go back inside? Yeah, I want Anna to tell me about the time you killed the rattlesnake with your bare hands. I stood up, offered him a hand, and then pulled him up. We started down the steps to the lower level of the terrace. I wanted to begin to explore this new world of ours and I wanted to be sure that the ones who went with me would do what I said. Im thinking of making another trip out on the isthmus sometime soon. Maybe well do a one-day excursion. The moons full in a few days and I think we can come back up the mountain after dark. After that, I want to go all the way across to the forested area on the other side, possibly an overnight trip, I said. Whatever we do, Id like to do it soon before Caitlyn comes to be with us. If we go again in a few days, do you think you can follow orders? Yes, David, he said, and punched me gently on the shoulder. I can and I will. But why cant we just wait and let Caitlyn go with us? Think about it, I said. If Caitlyn is like a delicate young girl, do you want to put her in a dangerous situation? She should stay here on the mountain, behind the shield, and you should probably stay with her. Now, do you want to go before she comes? Yeah, he said, grinning. <><><> The next day we worked from early in the morning until almost dark, with a break for food, clearing more land for a larger garden. The others helped me without complaining and almost without me telling them what to do. I was pleased that they were becoming self-starters when it came to work. We staggered in late and ate more stew with bread and tomato salad - tomatoes cut into chunks and dressed with olive oil and vinegar. Everybody dipped bread in the salad juices and moaned about how good it was. We stayed home the next day. We did our morning exercises outdoors in the nude as usual. We started with a new exercise that Iain and James and I had been practicing, three-tier accordion pushups. I suppose we wanted to impress Anna. I was on the bottom, resting on my stomach, my legs slightly spread, my arms ready to pushup. Iain was the next tier in a reversed position, lying on my back with his hands holding on to my ankles and his feet on my shoulders, his arms ready to pushup. James was on Iains back, again in a reversed position, with his hands on Iains ankles, ready to push up, and his feet on Iains shoulders. Anna waited patiently while we all got in position. The three of us counted down and said ready, I gave the OK to go, and we all three did a pushup at the same time. We did five accordion pushups this time, a new record, before Anna goosed me in the ribs and we collapsed in a heap. Anna showed us a stretching exercise that she learned as a girl in a dancing class. She coaxed Iain and James to sit facing each other chest to chest, James with his legs over Iains. She sat down behind Iain with her feet against his hips. I sat down behind James with my feet on his butt. She and James locked their hands together and Iain and I did the same. She leaned back and pulled on James arms. When she relaxed, I pulled on Iains arms. We see-sawed back and forth for a minute or so. When we did it in our dancing class, we didnt have one set of legs over the other, she said. Our legs were against each other and extended straight to each side. Thats the way girls do it. I had to think for a few seconds to visualize what she was telling us. James understood. Ill try it that way, Anna, he said, leering at her. Would you let me do it with you? Afterward breakfast, Anna and I prepared something new tomato sauce for pasta. I didnt want to try to make spaghetti but with hundreds, maybe thousands, of different shapes of pasta, I thought we could make something on which to ladle the sauce. Tomatoes were getting ripe faster than we could eat them. We blanched a big pile so we could remove the skins, chopped them up, sauted lots of onions and garlic in olive oil, chopped some deer meat into small chunks, browned them, and threw the combination in a big pot to simmer most of the day. Iain and James ran the rabbit trail while we were cooking. They almost always brought in one or two and sometimes even skinned them and put the hide in a frame to dry. They usually took their foraging bags with them and, with the aid of a tablet, usually found something for us to try to eat. After cleaning the kitchen, I washed my hands and stood watching Anna as she put everything away. Then she stood on tiptoe to hang the big frying pan on its hook - long legs, beautiful derrire barely covered by her loin cloth, uplifted breasts, slender arms reaching up - and I felt my heart swell with love for her, with a little lust thrown in. I walked up behind her, cupped her breasts in my hands, and kissed her on her cheek. I love you, Anna, I said. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. She put her hands over mine and pressed them against her breasts. Im glad, David, she said. I love you too, you know. Yes, I know. When we make love and we both come at the same time and we seem to merge into one, I can feel your love for me then as much as I can feel my own love for you. It feels like its our love which unites us and makes us one. Do you feel the same way? Yes, David. Its wonderful; isnt it? Yeah. I want to say it again. I dont know why Im feeling it so much but I just want to say it. I love you, Anna. I love you and Im glad you love me. Im just glad were together, David. I thought Id lost you. Do you ever wish you were back there, still working as a nurse, not here, living without most of the things we took for granted? No, David. As long as I have you, Im content to be here. Its going to be a grand adventure. Were going to have a wonderful life together. With love, we can create our own world with everything thats important. She turned so that we were facing each other, slid her hands under my loin cloth, quickly pulled on my buttocks, pressed her soft warm breasts against my chest, and nestled her head under my chin. I wrapped my arms around her, slid my hands under her loin cloth, and pulled her closer to me. We both breathed deeply a couple of times and then stood there just holding each other. I shut my eyes and maybe she did too. What we were doing could have been erotic but it wasnt. All I felt was a love for her that was all encompassing. After a moment, I heard something and I knew Iain and James were back. I waited, expecting one of them to say something, but, when I opened my eyes, whoever it was had gone back out in the hallway. You can come back in, I said. Did we get any rabbits? James quietly walked back into the kitchen, holding his foraging sack with something in it. Anna and I were still holding each other. He stopped and stood there looking at us and grinning. We got two rabbits, he said. Iains putting them in the cooler. Ive got some tubers. Iains tablet said theyre good to eat. What are you two doing? <><>> After dinner that night, I told Iain and James that Anna and I wanted to talk to them. James asked if we could go to the lounge area. I knew why. He wanted to sit next to Anna again. Anna sat down on one of the couches and James plopped down beside her. His thigh was against hers and his hand was on her knee. Her arm was over his shoulders. He leaned against her and smiled contentedly. I checked but I didnt see anything sticking up under his loin cloth. I had told her of his need to be touched and asked if she could show affection for him that way. She understood and agreed. Iain was on the floor, arms crossed on his chest, knees raised, feet tucked under a couch, doing some very-slow sit-ups. He was determined to develop a six-pack stomach like mine. I was also on the floor in a position identical to Iains, matching his sit-ups. I usually did the exercises with him and sometimes James joined us. Tonight James was teasingly critical of the way Iain and I had done our pushups. He said we should lower our bodies until our dicks touched the floor. We were all dressed, or perhaps undressed, the same, wearing loin-cloths and barefooted. Anna wasnt reluctant to let them see her naked body but I knew she felt more comfortable with a loin-cloth most of the time. I understood and she and I usually wore one even indoors. Iain and James followed our lead without being asked. When we moved or if there was a strong wind blowing, the loin-cloths didnt hide anything anyway. When Iain finished his exercises, he stood up and showed off. He took a couple of deep breaths to expand his chest and then showed us his biceps and chest and shoulders. He now had clearly defined muscles. Youve made good progress since you came here, Iain, I said. You and James dont look soft anymore. Youre both leaner and more muscular. Show us yours, David, James pleaded. I was reluctant to do it since I didnt want to show up Iain but, when Anna and both guys asked me to do it, I did. I stood up, breathed deeply a few times, and then assumed the same pose as Iain. Hot damn, hes got muscles on his muscles, James said. Ive never seen anything likeem. Yeah, damn, Ill never get mine developed like that, Iain said. He flopped down in a chair and his loin cloth flipped up and gave us all another quick peek at his genitals. I understood Annas desire to cover herself up a little but loin cloths didnt hide much. Iain, its taken me years of exercise to develop mine, I said. Do you remember what yours were like when you came here three months ago? Youve changed a lot since then. James stood up and motioned for me to take a seat next to Anna. I sat. His loin cloth came off and fell on the floor. He just shrugged and didnt make an effort to pick it up. He turned sideways to us and I knew he was about to do something. He held his arm up to show us his bicep but then he cheated. He put his fist on the side of his arm away from us and pushed. The effect was to make his muscle appear to be much larger than it really was. He looked at us, showed us his biggest smile, and then stuck his tongue out at us. His mouth was wide open with his white upper teeth showing and his tongue was extended down covering his chin. The look on his face was one of joyous mischief. Hes so beautiful, David, Anna whispered. If hes like that when he grows up, hes going to have ten girls fighting over him. Ten? I questioned. You too? Yes, David, she answered. Ive already got my man so I know Ive got to let somebody else have him. If I was his age, Id love to spread my legs for him. I looked at him appraisingly. Long lean legs, tight little butt, testicles drawn up in a neat pouch, a mans penis not erect but standing out firmly, flat stomach, already wide shoulders, and most of all his face with its almost ever-present grin. His face showed the delight and mischief and joy that were almost always bubbling over. He was a pleasure to have around. He wasnt my son but I was proud of him anyway. Would you like to let him make love to you, Anna, I whispered. I wont object. Maybe you can show him what real love is like between a man and a woman. Hush, David, she said. Hes listening. I looked at his face and saw that he was serious now, maybe trying to hear what we were talking about. David, can I ask you and Anna something? James said. You just did and yes you may, I answered. OK. May I ask you and Anna something? Yes, James, you may, Anna said. Shut up, David. Well, this morning when Iain and I came back from running the rabbit snares, you two were holding each other in the kitchen, just standing there with your eyes closed, as close to each other, I guess, as you could get. What were you doing? What were you thinking about? I looked at Anna to see if she wanted to answer his question. James, David and I love each other, Anna said. Holding each other like that is just one way of expressing that love. A man and a woman can love each other totally, with absolute honesty and trust, with complete surrender to each other. Thats all we were doing. Yeah, but I dont understand love. I guess I love Iain but Ive never thought of us just standing there holding each other, he said. James, I suppose love is a mystery to me too, I said. I love you but its nothing like the way I love Anna. When the four of us played together, we were just having fun, having sex too but just playing and having fun. With Anna, its very different. I think we totally meld into one entity sometimes when we make love. Ive completely surrendered to loving her for the rest of my life. I know were going to have children together. I want to protect her and our children and provide for them and love them. I want to create a family with her. I hope someday youll find a woman that you feel that way about and you can marry her and create your own family. Youll understand then. James, there are all sorts and degrees of love, Anna said. Theres a mothers love for her children. Theres a boys love for his pet beagle. Theres the love I feel for you and Iain. Youre both easy to love, you know. But nothing approaches the love I feel for David. Someday I hope youll feel that same sort of love when you find the woman for you. I hope so. James, if weve answered your question, I want to talk to Iain about Caitlyn, Anna said. David tells me shes very shy about sex and he wants us to help her break out of her shell. Iain was slouched down in his chair, hands together on his chest, long legs extended straight. Yeah, I do, he said. Weve only made love a few times and she usually wants me on top. Shes not very adventurous. Does one of you use birth control? Anna asked. No, she says its a sin to do that, Iain answered. The only time weve had sex is just before or just after her period. I dont understand her ideas about what we do being sinful. Making love with her always makes me feel consecrated. Making love should always be holy. Im glad I wasnt raised in her religion. Its crap. Well, she probably wants to make love with you but shes afraid of getting pregnant, Anna said. Maybe thats why she cant turn herself loose with you. Id like to have a baby with her but not for a few years, he said. I dont know what Im going to do if she comes here, I mean, to keep from having a baby before were ready. Aimee and I will help you convince her to use contraception, Anna said. But if she refuses, we cant stop her from getting pregnant. What youve already done was very dangerous, you know. Yeah, I know but its hard to hold back. Does she have orgasms with you? Yeah, I know she did once or twice. At least, she said she did. I know I felt her once. Well, maybe I can show you some things that David does to help me have orgasms. I almost always come with him. Im horny as hell all the time and I know I can trust him and hes a good lover. If you can learn to be a good lover and get her to trust you, maybe she can enjoy sex as much as I do. Youre the one who must make her happy to be with you. Dont leave me out, James said. I dont have a girl yet but I will someday. I want her to be happy with me. Dont worry, James. I wont leave you out. Iain, have you had oral sex with Caitlyn? Anna asked. I mean, have you done it to her? No and she hasnt done it with me either, he said. She doesnt want to do anything like that. I tried once and she just kept her legs together. I think she thinks its nasty. Id love to have her do me. Iain, I love it when David does it to me and I know he loves it when I do it to him, Anna said. Oral sex is great foreplay and it gets us both ready for some good fucking. You need to teach Caitlyn to enjoy it. And its not nasty, no more so than kissing. I think I had almost convinced her before I came here, he said. Maybe you and David can do it with me and Caitlyn watching and then shell know its OK. Well, lets start with a little warm up exercise. You and David take off your loin cloth and then all three of you sit down here on the couch, she said, and then stood up and took off her loin cloth. Iain quickly took off his loin cloth and then he and James sat down on the same side of me. I raised up just long enough to take off mine. I looked at Iain and James. Both their dicks were swollen but neither was standing up. Mine was the same but I could already feel it starting to get hard. I didnt know what Anna had in mind but maybe my dick knew something was about to happen. Anna stood there in front of us and put on a show for us. She caressed her breasts, her belly, between her legs, her derrire, all the while looking at the three of us with a little smile and a look in her eyes that was enough to raise the dead. Her eyes flitted from our faces down to our dicks and back. Our dicks werent dead to begin with and they quickly stood up and watched her show. I dont know what to call the little erotic exercise we did next. Maybe rotation would be a good name. On her knees, Anna started with Iain and used her mouth and hands on his penis and testicles for a minute or so. Then she moved over to James and did him the same way. Finally after she had played with me for a while and ended up giving my dick a little kiss on the top of its head, she made Iain stand up. Then she made me and James move over and she sat down beside me. Iain understood. He started with James and tried to suck the head off his dick. When he moved over to me, he did his best to make me come. When he moved over to Anna, he put his hands on her hips, pulled her to the edge of the couch, pushed her legs apart, and started licking. Anna shut her eyes and smiled contentedly. When Iain stopped, James stood up, and Anna and I moved over so Iain could sit down beside her. James gave me, Anna, and Iain a minute or so each. I wasnt really measuring the time but I think he gave Anna twice as long as me and Iain. When James stopped, I stood up, and Anna and Iain moved over so James could sit down. I did my best to make Anna come but maybe that wasnt what she wanted. She pushed on my shoulders until I straightened up and then moved over to Iain. I gave him my best effort until Anna pushed me over to James. I assume she didnt want us to come yet and maybe wanted all three of us to have a good erection. You guys stand up and keep those hard-ons for a few minutes, she said. Im going to teach Iain and James something about pleasing women and then Im going to use one of those hard dicks to show Iain something Caitlyn should love. When Iain and James stood up with me, she moved so her butt was on the edge of the couch and her legs were spread wide. All three of us focused our eyes on what she was displaying. She looked up at us, put her fingers on each side of her pussy, and spread herself open to our eyes. The three of us stood there in a row, Iain and James on each side of me, and looked at what she was showing us. I looked to each side and saw we were all doing the same thing slowly stroking our dicks. James as usual had to start something. He took his hand off his dick and let it point upwards again. With his head at twelve, his dick probably pointed at one oclock. He took a step forward, pushed his pelvis out, and put his hands on his hips. His display was quite impressive for a thirteen year-old boy. Anna, may I give you a dose of my powerfully-potent semen? he asked. All my women lovers rave over it. She smiled up at him. Powerfully potent? Yeah, my sperm have been scientifically proven to be genetically superior to that of any other male. I got five women pregnant with one dose once. Five? How did you do that? Well, I always do it with an audience, you know. I shot about a gallon of semen into one woman and her little pussy couldnt hold it all and it splattered on four other women. Gotem all pregnant. Splattered? Outside? I thought it had to be inside a woman to get her pregnant. Yeah, it does. My sperm crawled up their legs and into their cunts and then knockedem all up. Anna grinned. I would like to have you give me some of your powerfully potent semen, James, but would you mind if David got me pregnant first? Hes my one true love and Id really like him to give me about a gallon and knock me up first. Maybe after that Ill let you give me some of your genetically superior sperm. James, will you shut up? Iain interjected. Anna wants to teach us something about pleasing women. Im going to give Caitlyn an extra-special dose, Iain, James said. Just for telling me to shut up. One dose is good for five continuous pregnancies. Iain, Im going to tell you how to get Caitlyn to yield to you, Anna said. Now listen carefully. For starters, dont ask her if she will let you go down on her. Be very slow and gentle with her. Start by kissing her on the mouth and face, then trail kisses down to her breasts, stop and suck on her nipples until they are like hard little dicks. Imagine youre her little baby and you want to suck that warm sweet milk out and get a belly full. OK, I can do that. Good. Next kiss your way down to her naval, use your tongue there for a moment, then kiss your way downward again but bypass her pussy, kiss her legs from the knees up, gradually working your way up on the inside of her thighs, blow your breath on her pubic hair Ill bet shell respond by spreading her legs a little. Now be very slow and tease her with lots of kisses all around her pussy. Shell probably spread her legs a little more. Put your hands under her legs and gently lift them and spread them. Now run your tongue right up her little slit, right between her little lips. Now shes yours, Iain. Lick her little clit til she comes. Shell be ready for your dick then. Hot damn, can Imay I do it to you, Anna? James asked. You just wait, James. Im not through with the lesson, she said. Yeah, just wait, James, Iain said. Why do you say hot damn? I dont know, James said. Looking at Anna and listening to her made me hot and it just made me say it. Iain, kneel down between my legs, Anna said, and he did. Now put your hands on my thighs with your thumbs on each side of my pussy, and he did. Now, I want you to pull my labia apart and at the same time I want you to press upward. Iain tried to do what she wanted but I could see he wasnt doing it right. Iain, let David show you what I want, she said. Hes done it before with me. Its what I want you to do with Caitlyn. I swapped places with Iain. I knew to put my hands on her legs with my thumbs about even with her clitoris. I pulled apart and that exposed where her clitoris was still hidden under its hood. I pushed upward and that slid the hood off her clitoris and the little blood-red devil popped out. It works just like pulling your foreskin back off the head of your dick, I said, and then leaned over and ran my tongue all the way from where her vagina was closed up and waiting for a hard dick, over all the pinkish-red flesh between her little lips, on up to the little rounded red pearl with its connections to her inner lips. She groaned once and then I did it again. Her clitoris was sticking up as much as Id ever seen it, as red as the head of my dick and about the size of the tip of my index finger. I pursed my lips, encircled the little red devil, and sucked on it, just like sucking on her nipple. She really groaned louder when I did that. Hot damn, James said, and dropped down on his knees. Let me do it. I want to make her groan like that. Wait your hot damn turn, James, Iain said. If Caitlyn comes to me, I need to learn how to make her groan like that. Heres another way to bring her clit out of hiding, Anna said. She put her index finger right up at the top of her cleft, sort of at the base of the shaft which leads to her clitoris, and pressed down and pulled. The little red devil popped out of hiding again. Hot damn, James said. It does work just like my dick when I pull the skin down and the head pops out. Shes even got something that ties her little dick head to the lips of her pussy. Its sort of like mine where my foreskin is tied to the head of my dick. Anna, can I suck your dick? Shut up, James, Iain said. Up yours, Iain, James responded. Now listen carefully, you two, Anna said. Dont do it first thing when you go down on her. It should be the last thing you do. Kiss her thighs. Lick the crease between her thighs and her pussy. Tongue-fuck her a little. Tease her until she begins to squirm. Put one finger in her pussy, then put two. Get your fingers wet with her juice and then very gently stroke her clit. Play with her. Just make sure you save the best for last. Bare her little clit and then lick it. Suck on it like youre sucking her little dick. If she doesnt come, shes not a woman. Iain put his hand on my shoulder and pushed. I reluctantly moved over, stood up, and watched as Iain put his hands on each side of her pussy and slowly tried to bring her clitoris back out of its hiding place. He succeeded on the first try and then leaned over and started licking her. Thats good, Iain, Anna whispered. Now alternate between licking it and sucking on it. Use your tongue from my vagina up to my clit. Try to imagine your tongue is licking Caitlyns pussy. James and I stood there just behind Iain, not really stroking our dicks, just slowly sliding the skin back and forth over the head. Anna pointed at me with one hand and at James with the other and then brought her hands together. I didnt know what she wanted but I assumed she wanted me and James to do something together. James understood her message too. He turned to me as I turned to him. I put my hands on his waist and pulled him against me. I was a head or more taller than him so his hard penis poked me in the testicles. Mine was pressed against his stomach. He looked up at me and I leaned over and kissed him gently on his closed lips. We both looked at Anna and she grinned and nodded. I didnt know what she wanted but I thought of something to try with James. I cupped my hands under his ass, lifted him up until his face was in front of mine, and kissed him again, just a little kiss with my closed mouth. He wrapped his arms around my neck, his legs around my waist, and then pushed back away from me so I could see his face. He looked surprised but at the same time I thought I saw a question in his expression. I lowered him just a little and as I did his spread ass cheeks settled on my dick and pushed it down to a horizontal position. Still holding his butt in my hands, I slid him back and forth on my dick a couple of time and then looked at Anna again. She shook her head from side to side and frowned at me. I was about to let James down when he pulled his face against mine and kissed me and then opened his mouth to me. I opened to him and he started tongue fucking me. I didnt know what he wanted either but then he started thrusting against me. His dick was pressed flat against my sweaty stomach and I could feel it sliding up and down. Mine was pressed between his cheeks and he was riding it. I was tempted to lift him up so my dick resumed its upright position, to let him down gently, and see if the head of my dick could find his asshole. I needed to fuck somebody really bad. I looked at Anna again and she was shaking her head no and really frowning now. James looked at her too, stuck his tongue out at her, and dropped his legs from around my waist. I let him down gently. Damn, I wanted him to fuck me, Anna, he said, teasingly. Dont you ever get hot and want a big dick in you? Yes, James, but I thought you wanted have a turn with me, she said. Well, I do. But youre the one who wanted me and David to do something together. Hes said hell never fuck me and I trust him. James, Ill let you and Iain in on a secret. It gets me horny as hell when I see some sexy guys doing something with each other. I like to see your dicks all hot and red and ready to fuck me and your balls hanging down and pumping out millions of sperm. It makes me want to have one of those big dicks inside of me. If she wants to see some sexy guys doing something with each other, I decided to give her what she wants. I dropped to my knees, pulled James up in front of me, pulled his dick down to horizontal, and took the head in my mouth. I held my head still and pushed and pulled James hips back and forth. He understood. He put his hands on my head and fucked me in the mouth. He wasnt quick on the trigger so I wasnt worried that he might come in my mouth. I wasnt about to give him the opportunity. I stood back up and looked at Anna. She was grinning and nodding. I didnt have to say anything to James. He knelt, wrapped one hand around my dick, cupped the other hand under my testicles, and sucked and jacked my dick for a too-brief moment. Is that what you want to see, Anna? he asked. She grinned at him, nodded her head, and closed her eyes. Whatever Iain was doing, it was evident she liked it. Iain, I love what youre doing but lets let James show me what he can do, she said after a moment more. Iain reluctantly stood up and Anna spread her legs wide for James. She watched him get in position, waited for him to start, and then put her hands on each side of his head. She looked up at me and Iain with hooded eyes and a smile on her face. It was evident that James was successful in bringing her clit out of its hiding place for his tongue. Iain and I were standing there just behind James, just as before, not really stroking our dicks, just slowly sliding the skin back and forth over the head. Again, Anna pointed at me with one hand and at Iain with the other and then brought her hands together. I still didnt know what she wanted but I assumed she wanted me and Iain to do something together this time. Iain and I turned toward each other at the same time. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him toward me. He put his hands on my waist and yielded. We were just inches apart, my penis touching him and his touching me. He reached down, put his thumb on top of mine, his fingers under his, pressed our dicks together, and started slowly sliding his hand back and forth, jacking us both at the same time. I leaned forward and turned my head to one side slightly. He turned his head up and to the opposite side. I had no idea whether he wanted to kiss me with Anna watching. When I felt his tongue touch my lips, I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and began to lose myself in kissing him. Oh, youre good too, James, I heard Anna whisper. You and Iain are both going to have to fight off all the girls here. Just be slow and gentle with them and theyll let you do this all night. Now, let me show you and Iain one more thing and then I want all of us to sit down and masturbate. This time, she wanted me to be her toy while she demonstrated how to fuck without really fucking, the way we had done it in the magic valley in the desert. I stretched out on the hard floor, a pillow beneath my head, and she straddled my waist. She pointed where she wanted Iain and James and they both knelt down on each side of my shoulders. She held my dick down against my stomach, lowered her hips so her pussy was pressed against the shaft, put her palms on my chest, wiggled from side to side, sort of like a hen settling on her eggs, and slowly slid back and forth once. David and I discovered this together, she said, looking at Iain and James. I was really aroused and my pussy was drooling like crazy. I wasnt ready for him to fuck me but I wanted to feel his dick against me. When I slid up and down on it just the right way, I could feel my clit rubbing against the shaft of his dick. I suppose my pussy rubbed against the sensitive part of his dick right under the head. Maybe he was just horny as hell. Anyway, after a minute or two, he squirted out a big load right on his chest and stomach. When I saw it, I was so hot to be fucked that I just rode him harder and I came too. I think of it as how to fuck without really fucking. She began to slide back and forth on my dick and Iain and James knee-walked up closer to see what was happening. I didnt know whether she wanted me to come so they could see a complete demonstration but I knew I wasnt far from it. I knew I didnt want to come on my stomach; I wanted to squirt out my life on her cervix with my dick buried in her cunt. If I slide up far enough, Davids dick will probably lift up a little and the head will lodge right in the entrance to my vagina, she said, sliding back and forth. I dont think theres a woman alive who wouldnt want it in her pussy then. Caitlyn will probably have your dick buried to the balls in her cunt if youre not careful. She stopped sliding, closed her eyes, and just sat there on me, my dick wet with her juices. Damn, she said, I want to be fucked and fucked good but I want you guys to see one more thing first. She stood up and held out her hand to me. I let her pull me part way up and then stood up beside her. David, would you move a chair over in front of the couch? she asked. I quickly moved an armchair over a few feet in front of the couch. I want you three guys to sit on the couch and watch me. Were all going to masturbate together. I guess if you guys jack off, I jill off. I want them to understand that men and women are not that different when it comes to sex. Hot damn, James said, and flopped down on the couch. I want to see how you do it. Me too, Iain said, and sat down beside him. Anna looked at me. Well, Ive never seen you do it, so on with the show, I said, and sat down between them. After we do it, Im going to take David to our bed chamber and hes going to give me a good fuck. I dont want him to make love to me. I just want him to fuck me. You guys can go to your room and practice your lessons. Which one of us has to be the girl, James asked, grinning as usual. You can, James, Iain said. James stuck his tongue at him. Iain showed him the finger. Boys! TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Forty I agree, Aimee. I think Rene must be from Iains first universe. Her use of English suggests she was transported here from my original universe, just like Iain. It makes me wonder; what the hell is going to happen now? David, Anna and Rene are returning, Aimee said. Thanks, Aimee. Rene again looked me over from head to toe and I had the distinct impression that she was judging me and perhaps considering what she already knew about me. I wondered what she thought of me: a tall slim naked male, prominent but not bulging muscles, hair tangled from sleeping and down on my shoulders, penis heavy and distended with a slight need to piss. I tightened my stomach muscles and flexed my penis so it rose a little in salute to her. She smiled slightly at me. Maybe she at least has a sense of humor. I looked her over in return. She was beautiful perfection and thats the only way to describe her. Breasts like an ice cream dessert, derriere soft and perfectly rounded, and, of course, pussy hidden in that little cleft and those blonde pubic curls: she made my mouth water and my balls ache. In spite of that, she seemed completely relaxed at being naked with me evidently admiring her body. When I finally looked back at her face, she smiled a little wider. She knew what I had been thinking. Maybe she was accustomed to it. David, I have been instructed to bring you a message, she said. It is rather lengthy and I do not comprehend everything in the message. I am simply the messenger. You must interpret the message for yourself. Do you understand? Yes, I suppose so. Good. First of all, I must briefly talk to Iain in our common language. I know it is not polite to do so when you do not comprehend but I am simply following instructions. Is that acceptable to you? Why dont you want us to understand what you are telling him? I asked. The message is from his mother. It is personal. Thats OK then. Aimee, would you please call Iain and Caitlyn. When they walked in, hand in hand, naked as usual and unconcerned about it, Rene started talking to Iain in the common language for the two of them. It was evident he knew where she was from. His face registered his surprise and happiness. Rene gave him the message from his mother and he listened intently. I saw his eyes glistening and I knew he was almost overcome. He smiled widely when she finished and said something to her in their language. She replied in our language Iain, to begin my life in this new world, I have chosen the name Rene. Please call me by that name. The rest of my messages, I am instructed, should be delivered in English if that is the language all of you are using. She looked at me and I nodded. First of all, I have another message for Iain. I am instructed to tell him that a conclusion has been reached that two people from Caitlyns Earth and Iains original Earth can interbreed successfully. Iain, that means you and Caitlyn can have children together and there is no unusual risk. I looked at two happy faces. Iain was grinning so wide that all his perfect white teeth seemed to be exposed. Caitlyn looked just as happy. He hugged her closer to him and kissed her on the cheek. He saw me looking and nodded to me. I knew it, he said. I looked back at Rene and saw her looking intently at me. It also means that someday I could have a child with David. I looked at Anna. She was grinning but I didnt know whether that meant she approved or not. Shed given me a hard time about having babies with the others in our colony. Maybe I just might have one with Rene. Now, the rest of my message is to be delivered to everyone unless David says otherwise. I suggest that everyone should be given an opportunity to awaken slowly, to use the facilities, to break their nightly fast, and then to relax and listen to me. The rest of the message, with questions, may require much time. Aimee, would you please call the others? I asked. Tell them to use the facilities and if they dont understand just tell them to pee and wash their faces. Then get dressed for breakfast and assemble in your room. Rene, Davids trying to be cute, Anna said. We all wear just a loincloth for meals and most of the time when were indoors. Aimee maintains a comfortable temperature for us when were naked but Ive asked everybody to wear a loincloth for meals. You may wear more clothing if you wish. I see no need, Rene said. I will be happy to wear what the rest of you wear. She stuck her tongue out at me and then Caitlyn and Anna took her to use the facilities and get dressed. Iain and I went to the toilet, had a quick piss, splashed a little water on our faces, and went to our bed chambers for loincloths. Everybody straggled into Aimees room, a couple at a time wearing fresh faces and loincloths. Anna introduced Rene to the others, including Lucky, and asked them to hold their questions until after breakfast. From the way Rene played with Lucky, it was evident she was accustomed to dogs. She watched Jean-Nicole and her sou-chefs prepare breakfast, asked if she could help, and was assigned minor tasks. She seemed genuinely hungry for food. James and Toby and Pyotr had their usual job of slicing bread, drizzling it with olive oil, and toasting it. Of course they each ate a slice and gave Rene one. She chewed, swallowed, smiled, and nodded her approval at them. For the first time, we completely filled two six-person tables. I sat on the end on one side with Matt on the other end and Anna in the middle. Iain sat in the middle on the other side with Caitlyn and on each side of him, Caitlyn in front of me and Rene in front of Matt. The six Mouseketeers sat at their table as usual. Rene looked curiously at the rabbit and bread Anna placed on her plate and waited until we were all served. She watched Matt as he picked up his piece with both hands, took a big bite, and smiled at her. She took a big bite, chewed, and smiled back at him. We assembled in the classroom for Renes message and she seemed totally relaxed as she stood in front of Aimees monitor. I watched as she noted the two married couples and three unmarried ones sit down in seats together. Anna took pity on Matt and invited him to sit on the other side of her. Rene stood in front of all of us with absolute ease and I wondered how she could be so comfortable in front of a group of strangers. David, I am instructed to tell you the whole story about why you are here. You may ask questions at any point in my message. She stopped and looked carefully at all of us. I glanced around too. Everybody was giving her their full attention. She resumed. Perhaps you know that this colony was established in part because your old world may be close to a tipping point. Various circumstances may cause the extinction of your kind or a revision to a primitive society where mere survival is difficult. My people, mine and Iains, have been observing your society for many years and are unsure what will happen. If the worst happens, you are here in an attempt to preserve a small sample of your species. You should regard yourselves as a precious few well worth saving. She paused for a moment and looked around. I looked around too. Everybody was looking at her intently even though this was not news to any of us. However, there are three demographic trends in my old world, mine and Iains, which have caused a new assessment of this colony. Two are good trends and one is not. The first trend is that the population seems to be growing more intelligent, approximately one percent per three hundred years. Iain had told me almost nothing about his original world but I had assumed that the people there were much advanced technologically over us. Their ability to transport individuals from universe to universe, to build the safe haven which we enjoyed, and especially to create Aimee, a seemingly-human avatar to assist us: all told me something about them. I was not surprised that they were more intelligent than us, perhaps much more intelligent. The second trend in my old world is also good. There is a slow trend toward a longer life span, about one year increase every hundred years. The average life span of our two worlds is difficult to compare because your Earths constant wars and disease epidemics greatly skew the result. At the present time, our life span is approximately twelve percent longer than yours and a large part of this appears to be genetic. I asked my first question: Rene, in evolutionary terms, isnt it true that more intelligent people tend to live longer lives? If they live longer lives, arent they more likely to have children who are also intelligent? David, Im only fifteen years old, almost sixteen, and I dont have the knowledge to answer you, Rene said. Aimee, can you give us an answer? Yes, David, Aimee said, from behind Rene. The available research suggests that your hypothesis is true. The human race in your world seems to be growing more intelligent with time also. That told me more than I asked. I found it hard to believe that a woman like her could be only fifteen. She was a mature confident woman and I had assumed she was somewhere around twenty years old. But then women had always been a mystery to me. I also knew that Rene was accustomed to talking to someone like Aimee and perhaps everyone in their culture was too. Perhaps they simply asked an avatar questions instead of using the internet to Google for answers. Maybe they each had their own personal avatar. Except for James, Toby whispered. Jean-Nicole hit him behind the head and giggled. Aimee responded: Toby, in my observations of the ten of you, I have already reached the conclusion that all of you are considerably more intelligent than the average person from your world. No dummies have been sent here, not even you. Toby stuck his tongue out at her. Aimee stuck her little pink tongue out at him and then giggled. Rene frowned and I knew she did not understand the way we joked and teased each other. I was accustomed to it and I encouraged it. Rene, please dont let the way these kids joke with each other bother you, I said. Maybe I could put a stop to it but I enjoy it and I want them to keep on doing it. We all like to laugh and have fun with each other. I understood what Rene was saying but I was unsure what she was implying. Was her world free from constant wars? If so, perhaps it was free from religion. Was it free from disease epidemics, like the flu? If it was, they were perhaps much advanced over us. Maybe we were like savages to them. I asked my second question. Do you mean that, if the part played by your medical sciences and ours are held constant so they do not skew the result, your life expectancy is still higher than ours? I asked. I think the answer is yes, David, Rene said. I understand that our research holds certain variables constant before making comparisons. Please do not ask me how the ones comparing our two worlds do this. Thats OK, Rene, James said. I know how they do it. Tobys a dummy. Toby hit him behind the head, James yelped louder than necessary. They both giggled. Rene looked amused. May I continue? she asked, looking at James and grinning. He nodded and grinned back at her. It is the last trend which causes great concern. There is also a trend toward more and more female births, about one percent every 200 years. If this trend continues, the result will be disastrous. Do you understand the implications of this trend? Yeah, it means some guys get to have more than one wife, Pyotr said. Petra hit him behind the head and he yelped and they both giggled. Then the other Mouseketeers giggled too. James gave Pyotr a high five. Yes, Pyotr, you are correct, Rene said patiently. This third trend means that the percentage of the female population of our old world will increase. Polygamy is already accepted as a form of marriage, one husband with plural wives. Eventually men may become nothing more than breeding creatures. Their semen will be extracted, frozen, and stored as a prized commodity but may eventually run out. Women will rule the world but will eventually die off without children. Rene, in our old world, it is the male who determines the sex of a child, Anna said. A males sperm are produced bearing X and Y chromosomes in approximately the same proportion. Do you mean that in your world males produce more X-bearing sperm? Has a cause been determined? My genetics knowledge is rusty so I hope Ive stated that correctly. Aimee, can you answer Annas question? Rene asked. Annas statement about her old world is correct, Aimee promptly answered. I have no knowledge of Renes world. Perhaps an infusion of our DNA would help solve the problem? I suggested. Why cant your people transport males from our universe to yours? I do not know, David, Rene said. The problem does not require immediate solving. It may be that there will be advantages to both our peoples from mixing our DNA. Interbreeding with people from your old world may give the children longer and more intelligent lives. In return, it may result in children who are still born in approximately the same percentage as male and female. That is why a decision has been made to change the nature of your colony from preserving your species to combining our two species. My mind immediately became cool and I felt a sense of danger. I tried to sort out the implications of her message and I wasnt sure I liked them. I frowned and Rene saw the change in my expression. Is something wrong, David? she asked. No, no, I responded and put a smile on my face. It seems like were going to become a colony of guinea pigs. Rene resumed. David, please do not consider yourself a guinea pig in a scientific study. It is the wish of my people that this colony will grow and prosper and will continue the best attributes of both societies. To accomplish that, there are certain changes in my worlds plans for this colony. What if we dont want to mate with somebody from your world? James asked, seriously. Ive got my Sam. I want to have babies with her someday, not somebody from your world. James, I have no answer for you, Rene said. I was told that humans from both our universes do not hesitate to breed with others who are quite different. I sat up straight and listened carefully to what she said. I understood the importance of her words. I hoped the others did too. Rene smiled at him and Sam and continued. First, I have been given permission to let Aimee reveal something previously hidden from you, something she does not know she has: her knowledge of our society in addition to yours. Our music, art, science, technology, and everything else will be made available to you. Much of this technology will not be useable for generations but it will be there for this colony to use someday. Second, I am told that there are now ten individuals from Davids old world and two from Iains. That will now change. The next eight individuals will be from our old world, mine and Iains. This colony will then number twenty individuals, ten from each world, equally male and female. It is the nature of both societies to interbreed. After that, the plans are to continue to send individuals from both worlds as long as feasible. If Davids world self-destructs, then no more individuals will be sent from Iains world. Pyotr held up his hand and Rene nodded. Just send us eight more women as beautiful as you, he suggested. I will personally guarantee that we will interbreed. Petra hit him behind the head and he yelped loudly and then they both started giggling. Hot damn, Toby said. Ill volunteer to do my duty. Itll be hard but Ill do my best. Jean-Nicole hit him behind the head and he yelped too. The laughing and giggling spread further and finally died down. Rene finally managed to control her own giggling. For the first time she acted like a fifteen-year-old girl. She resumed, smiling. Third, material assistance will be expanded. She paused, giggled, breathed deeply, and resumed. As one example, the facility you now live in was created with a device which can easily carve solid rock. That device will be provided to you. Aimee will be able to provide power for it and will show you instructions on how to use it. Other powered devices will also be provided to facilitate your efforts to create living structures and to provide food for your colony. For example, powered saws will be provided to facilitate building structures out of trees. Now, are there any questions? Yeah, Pyotr said. Under your loincloth, are you built just like Petra and Sam and Jean-Nicole? Toby says youre different. Are there any serious questions, Rene said, smiling at Pyotr. Shes really different, Toby whispered. Would you like me to show you? she asked and looked at Toby and Pyotr. Dont show them, Caitlyn said. Out of sight is out of mind. Yeah, would you please show us? Toby said. You dont need to hide perfection. Rene smiled, untied her loincloth, and let it fall to the floor. She slowly turned around and let the male Mouseketeers look. Wow, shes the same, James said. Rene, you dont need to cover up the finest butt Ive ever seen. Fronts pretty nice too, Pyotr said. Ditto on the butt. Hot damn, Rene, Toby said. You look good enough to eat. Jean-Nicole, Sam, and Petra hit the three of them behind the head and of course they yelped louder than necessary. I saw Rene frowning. Maybe she didnt understand the last of his comment. It took a couple of minutes for the laughing and giggling to die down this time. I think youd better wear more than a loincloth with these three guys, I said. Now you guys shut up unless youve got some serious questions. Three guys? Maybe I should count myself in too. Down between those long legs she had a scant tangle of blonde pubic hair and it didnt begin to cover the little cleft between her legs. Her bubble butt was a delicious derriere and I could be counted in the group that thought she looked good enough to eat. There were only about a million questions. We finally broke to have lunch and then Rene begged off and asked if she could sleep for a while. Aimee wanted to get her measurements and to have a girl-girl talk with her. I suggested that Anna take her back to Aimees room for that. Toby asked if we were going to give her a bath to wash away all her old troubles. From the way he was leering at Rene when he asked, I wasnt surprised at her response. I can bathe myself, Toby, she said. Explain why we bathe each new arrival, Toby, I said and he did. After a few minutes with Aimee, six grinning guys with hard-ons and five giggling gals all gave Rene her welcoming bath and washed away all her troubles. She grinned and endured the bath, the dryer, the procession to a clean bed, and was still grinning when we all left her to sleep. <><><> I was pleasantly surprised at how easily Rene seemed to become part of the family. Indoors, I let the other ladies take her under their wings and she seemed happy to do any task she was assigned. In a few days, I saw that she was deferring to Anna more than any of the others. She even seemed eager to help Jean-Nicole with the cooking chores. More than once, she sat at a table in the evening with five other females and talked. If I walked near, they all fell silent and I knew it was girl talk and guys werent wanted. The weather was intermittently cold and rainy or clear and cold but gradually warming. On one pleasantly cool day, we went down to Davids beach for a picnic, singing most of the way. Rene listened to You Are My Sunshine the first time and then yelled it out with the rest of us the other two times. No one was brave enough to get in the cold water but clothes came off and we lay around almost or all nude in the sun for a while. We took fishing equipment and, on the way back, we went to the lake and caught more than enough for another fine meal that evening. On another warm day, we went up the mountain to the top again. There was a slight breeze from the west so we picnicked in a sheltered spot. Rene prompted the girls to tell their story and I learned a few things about the five couples. I was surprised on the way back when I saw Matt holding Jean-Nicoles hand and Toby holding Renes. They were all smiling so I assumed nobody objected. Matt and I took turns screwing down the olive press and the others caught the virgin oil from the first pressing and refilled the barrels. I followed Aimees instructions and we turned the press harder to get the second cooking oil. We let the Mouseketeers empty the pressed olives and take the residue outside and scatter it on the old potato bed. We ended up with more oil than would go in the four barrels so we stored the rest in pots under the kitchen counter. As usual, we listened to station IAIN on occasion, sang in the New World Chorus a few times, and danced in the center hallway often. Anna decreed that we had to change partners for each dance for the first six dances and we could choose one partner for the rest of the night. When we were choosing, Toby perhaps looked at Rene once too often. Jean-Nicole pushed him toward her and then she chose Matt. I wondered if they were going to rearrange sleeping accommodations. We played dodge-ball again one afternoon in the central hallway. We started off with everyone wearing loincloths and, as usual, the three male Mouseketeers seemed to accidentally lose theirs. A little later, all the rest of us threw ours to one side and we played naked dodge ball again. Rene seemed quite comfortable being naked with the rest of us and it made me wonder what her world was like. It was hard to concentrate on who was throwing the ball when so much naked female beauty was cavorting around. Early on a cold drizzly day, we decided to explore the cave access to our quarters again. Everybody wanted to go so I split our group up into two parties with me as the leader on one and Matt on the other. Two members of each team were given the duty of carrying tablets to record our exploration. Lucky went with us this time and stayed close to James. I asked Toby and Iain to go with Matt, with Jean-Nicole, Caitlyn, and Rene. The other team consisted of me and Anna, James and Sam, and Pyotr and Petra. After seeing Matt with Jean-Nicole and Toby with Rene, I wanted to see if Tobys romantic interest might be shifted. I thought Jean-Nicole might be a better partner for Matt anyway. Anna teased me for playing Cupid but she agreed. Where the cave split into two exits, I wanted a team to explore each. I also wanted to learn how to come back to our front door overland so I asked Aimee to wait an hour and then to play music outdoors as loud as possible. I knew the general orientation of the exits was to the east of our front door so I told Matt to walk away from the rising sun to return. My team reconnoitered around the cave exit and found landmarks to enable us to enter the cave through the rear and the tablet bearers took pictures. When we started our overland return, we sang You Are My Sunshine as loud as possible every few minutes so the other team might hear. We hadnt gone far before the two teams joined up again. Toby was walking with Rene and Matt with Jean-Nicole. Shortly after that, we heard the same song broadcast by Aimee from above us on the mountain and we straggled on home, muddy, tired, and hungry. We had a communal bath with lots of groping and giggling and a little washing. Fresh and clean and tired, we dressed for lunch in loincloths and then cleaned up the leftovers. It was another good day in Paradise. Our weather was intermittent cold fronts, gray and blustery and unpleasant, and bright sunshiny reasonably warm days, in the thirty-five degrees on our scale. On one of the good days, Nurse Anna prescribed some outdoor exercise wearing as little in clothing as was comfortable. She said it was a good way to get vitamin D. It was a good way to get an eyeful too. We played volleyball on the big terrace. We rigged up a cord between two poles for the net, divided into two teams of six each, and played for a couple of hours. We were all dressed in our Sherwood Forest clothing when we started but, piece by piece, that clothing disappeared. Before we quit, we were all naked and sweating and getting our vitamin D. We tried to keep score but gave up rather than argue over points. We rotated around correctly and I showed off a little when I got to play net. I suppose everybody showed off a little. Every time somebody lost the last piece of clothing, we had a rousing cheer. It was just another fine day in Paradise. <><><> One night after Renes arrival, just as soon as we all had pitched in as usual to clean the kitchen and do the dishes, Anna led me to our bed chamber. As usual we both removed our loincloths and dropped them just inside the door, ready to put them back on before we went out. Anna went to the shelves Id made for her, seven shelves of bamboo, and picked up her hairbrush. I knew that meant she wanted to give her long beautiful hair one hundred strokes before we did whatever. She sometimes brushed my hair too. Mine was straight and easy to brush; hers was curly and sometimes tangled. I sat on the side of the bed, my hands pressed down on each side of me, my legs spread to give my penis and testicles room to relax, and watched her do something supposedly routine but always captivating to me. I still couldnt see any sign that she was pregnant. Her breasts looked the same, small and perfect, and she had said they would get heavier and bigger as her pregnancy advanced. Her belly had the same sweet little curve under her navel and above her mons. She said some day her belly button would invert and become an outie instead of an inny. I couldnt believe it. When she finished her hair, she walked over to me, pushed my legs together, trapped my testicles and penis between my thighs, and sat down on my bent knees. I didnt protest. I knew I could spread my legs just a little and my penis could stand up to see what it could get into. I didnt know whether she wanted sex or not, whether she wanted me to love her slowly and gently or to let my beast loose. I knew shed let me know what she wanted. It was almost always what I wanted. I was usually interested but tonight I was ambivalent. I knew what I did want and that was for her to hold me close to her and love me. Of course, that often led to more strenuous activities. Would you like to make love to Rene? she asked. I waited, thinking of the best answer, while she slowly brushed my hair. She usually kept count because she knew I usually couldnt. Anna, youre the only woman I want, I finally said. Thats good, David, she said. I know youre mine and Im yours. Nobody can ever come between us but I dont expect you to have sex with me alone. Youve had sex with Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole and that hasnt hurt our relationship. Rene says she wants to have sex but she doesnt want to hurt anybodys relationship. Shes really a rather shy and simple and sweet girl, David. Shes damned sexy too. Have you noticed? Of course. Any man with eyes would notice. Dont pretend to be reluctant, David. Shes any young mans wet dream. Have you seen the way Toby looks at her? You look good enough to eat. Isnt that what he said? Yes. What was it you said when you described her breasts to me? Areolas like little pink mounds on top of her breasts, almost like someone had put a scoop of strawberry ice cream on top of a mound of vanilla ice cream and then put a cherry on top of that. Doesnt that make your mouth salivate? OK. Id like to suck on her little cherry nipples. So what? Im just a man. You know that. Of course I do. I know youd like to get your tongue between her little virginal labia and lick her to a bucking orgasm too. That little patch of blonde pubic hair. Those little pink lips. Yeah, I would. What about Matt? Why doesnt she want to start with him? I told her what we were doing with Matt, that we were trying to teach him to make love to a woman, not just fuck her. Now that hes been with me and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole, Sam and James are going to invite him to spend a night with them. Is Petra last? Thats up to her, David, but were talking about Rene, not Matt. She wants to do the same thing Matt is doing, start with you and then Iain and then Toby and next James and last Pyotr. Well, he wouldnt be last. Matt would. All six of us guys, huh? Yes, she wants you to be her first. She was through with my hair and she must have known what I wanted. She pulled me against her, her hands behind my head with it nestled against her throat. I liked for her to hold me like this. If I tilted my head up, she knew I wanted her to kiss me. If I tilted it down, she knew I wanted her to hold her breast up so I could reach a nipple with my lips. I closed my eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and relaxed. I was content to be held like this by her. Shes a little afraid of you, David, Anna whispered. Do you remember how gentle and slow you were with me our first time in Flagstaff? Could you be that way with her? Afraid? Why? You know me, Anna. I want a woman to enjoy sex just as much as I do. I always try to understand what you want and give it to you. You know that. I wouldnt rape her or any other woman. Im not that kind of guy. I tilted my head up toward her and she gave me what I wanted, a slow sensuous open-mouthed kiss. I didnt want her to stop but she did. I know that but she doesnt, David. She doesnt know you yet. Youre probably the most masculine guy shes ever known and with your strength and your big dick, any woman would be a little afraid of you. Well, let her start with Pyotr, I said. She wouldnt be afraid of him; would she? I tilted my head downward and she lifted one breast for me. I suckled gently on the hard little nipple for a while. No, but she wants to start with you, she said. I want you to make love to her first. In Flagstaff, you were so slow and gentle with me and even asked me before letting your beast loose. I trusted you and that helped me have orgasms and you were a wonderful lover. I want you to be like that with her. Ill even help you a little. We could make sure she has two or three orgasms her first time. How? I like to watch you licking another womans pussy. It makes mon petit get hard and horny. Well, I like to see you sucking another mans dick. It makes ma minouchette get all juicy and hot. Rene doesnt have a dick. Is she a virgin? Yes, but you dont need to worry about that. In her society all children are given physical exams at least yearly. Even before girls start menstruating, they routinely prepare themselves for sexual activity. Their hymen is gradually stretched or surgically opened. Children are raised with an honest and open knowledge of sex, David. Id like ours to be patterned after theirs. So shes already stretched her little pussy with a big dildo, huh? Dont be crude. Anna, I wont do it unless youre with me, I said. I dont want to start doing things unless you know about them. I dont want any secrets from you. Youve got to be OK with whatever I do. I agree. You were OK with me trying to teach Matt and the other guys. I want you to be a good teacher for her. I know you can. Well, Ill do it. Id like to initiate her but I want it to be good for her. If youll help make sure it is, Ill try to give her what she wants. OK. Thats settled. Now give me what I want. I spread my legs a little and my penis quickly completed topping off its tanks and stood up as much as it could. Perhaps it was pleasantly surprised when its head couldnt rise anymore because there was a warm wet barrier above it. I waited to see if she wanted to hide its head so it couldnt see anything. She did. She lifted up a little, reached down, and showed it where to go. I groaned when her pussy swallowed the head and about two-thirds of the shaft. I kept groaning when she went for a wild ride. She had her arms around my neck and her breasts were sliding up and down my chest, hard little nipples burning two paths. She did her usual ride: slow at first, gradually getting faster and faster. Simple slides up and down at first, adding a pelvic twist when she was close to ready. I was thinking of using my thumb on her clitoris to get her off when she finally got what she wanted. Her internal guillotine tried to cut the head off my penis. I gave her a minute to calm down and then I tightly wrapped both arms around her, struggled to my feet, and carried her over to the bed. She hung on with her arms and legs while I lowered her down and we both moved back on the bed. Then she lifted her legs higher, put her ankles on each side of my neck, and pulled my mouth down to hers. We opened to each other and tongue-fucked and at the same time I began to slowly dick fuck her down below. I put my arms almost under her back, curled my hands around her shoulders, made sure I had traction with my knees, and then began to fuck her, not make love, just fuck. A short infinity later my balls responded to my penis instructions and emptied themselves into her hot depths. I knew it was my prostate gland which squeezed the semen out and down my dick cannon and onto her cervix target but it certainly felt like I was emptying my balls as far as I felt. <><><> You should ask her, Anna whispered. Ask her what? I whispered back, not thinking on her wavelength. What we talked about last night, she whispered again. She wants the same treatment Matts been getting, starting with you. Shes ready. I leaned over and looked at Rene. She was looking at me and Anna, probably wondering why we were whispering. I was almost finished washing dishes after dinner, Anna was rinsing, and Rene was racking. With four big sinks, we washed in one, rinsed in the next, and racked the dishes and pots and pans in the bamboo racks we had built over the last two sinks. Rene, would you like to share our bed tonight? I asked. Anna and I would welcome your company. She hesitated and I could tell she was unsure what she was getting into or maybe what might get into her. David, Anna, Id like to do what Matt has been doing but it wont be quite the same with me. What do you mean? I asked. David, Matt had been with other women. Ive never been with a man. Rene, dont be afraid of me, I said. Anna says youve talked to the other females here about me. I wont hurt you. Im not that kind of guy. Yes, but youre David, youre so overpowering. Maybe youre the man Ive fantasized about for years. Ive always dreamed about someone like you taking me and and doing things to me and dont have to do anything and I just let you and you satisfy all the hunger and longing in me. Now, I suppose Im a little scared of doing it. Rene, we dont have to do anything, I said. I promise you I wont do anything unless its what you want. I hope Anna told you about me. I dont just fuck her, well, most of the time I dont; I make love to her. I do my best to make sure that our sex is as good for her as it is for me. Thats the best kind of love, where both the man and the woman do their best to make sex good for the other. Rene, theres something weve all done before you came her, where we had inexperienced guys and gals, Anna said. David says he wont make love to you unless Im there. He doesnt ever want to hide what he does from me. Perhaps he can do something to me while you watch and then he can ask if he can do the same thing to you. Hell never hurt you. Maybe hell make you walk funny sometimes but youll be smiling when you do. Rene, Anna told me girls from your old world prepared themselves to become sexually active, I said. She said girls were examined annually and if a girl had an obstructive hymen, they either had it surgically corrected or used something to stretch it. She said both sexes were taught about human sexuality from an early age. I wish our old world had been like that. Id like our new one to be that way. Would you help us make it that way? Yes, David, my old world is quite different from yours about human sexuality. There is no shame and children are permitted to be sexually active when they wish. Well, you dont need to sleep alone here, I said. The rest of us are sexually active and youre free to do what you want to do. Sleep with us tonight. I promise you Ill do as little or maybe as much as you want. I can give you an orgasm without using my penis. I do that for Anna quite often. Youll sleep better. Maybe you or Anna will do the same thing for me. I handed the last frying pan to Anna and then drained the sink. She rinsed it, handed it to Rene, and drained her sink. Rene racked the pan and we all stood looking at each other for a moment. I wanted to make sure no one disturbed us. I put one arms around Annas shoulders and the other around Renes. They put an arm around my waist and we walked over to the tables where the other eight were talking and laughing. Were going to take a bath and then go to bed early, I said, as innocently as I could. Do any of you need anything else tonight? Yeah, can I bathe with you? Toby asked. Jean-Nicole swatted him behind the head, he yelped, and everybody started laughing. Showering together with a woman is always fun. Showering with two is even more fun. My penis was hanging its head when we started and looking around for something to get into when we finished. Standing in the warm downdraft of air was fun too, especially using my hands to help wipe the water off two females. My dick tried to get me to hurry up and put it in something wet and warm. In our bedchamber, Anna and I had made plans to culminate our fun with Rene but I wasnt sure what I should do to start it. Anna took charge. She led Rene over to the side of the bed, both sat down, and they left me standing in front of them, wondering what to do. Anna wanted a reprise of something ridiculous I had done with her one night. I thought it had been something silly and for her eyes only. Still I did what she wanted and followed her commands. Butt walk! I felt like a damn fool but I did it. I regretted ever showing Anna the routines when we were playing. I hoped she wouldnt make me perform the whole retinue of tricks for Rene but of course she did. I stood in one place, feet unmoving but arms swinging slightly like I was walking, tightened the gluteus maximus or butt muscle on side and all the muscles down my leg, then relaxed and tightened the other side. The night I showed her, Anna said it looked like I was walking away from her. She and Rene both giggled. Turn around, Anna said, and I did. Wave! she said. I lifted one arm and held my hand like I was going to wave. I saw Renes eyes shift to my hand but I didnt wave it. Instead, I used some other muscles and made my hard dick wave up and down a few times at her and Anna. They laughed out loud and both shook their head from side to side and then giggled again. Upsy daisy! I stood on tip toe, reached up, put my hands flat on the ceiling, and looked straight up. I tightened the muscles in my chest and arms so they stood out and sucked in my stomach muscles so my dick was pointing at the ceiling. Washboard! I stood flatfooted, arms straight out to the side, muscles tensed, and tightened all my stomach muscles. I usually called that my six pack when I did it. Anna had called it a washboard. Ripple! That was a hard one. I closed my eyes, tried to picture what she wanted me to do, and made the muscles in my abdomen ripple. Id learned to do that one when I was at the Academy and a bunch of us guys were exercising. Most of them could show off a six pack but I was the only one who could ripple it. OK, last one. Pecs and biceps. I stood flatfooted with my feet slightly apart, lifted both arms out straight, bent my elbows, and tensed my pecs and biceps. That was an easy one to do. I watched two faces when I did it, especially when I waved at them again. I think they liked my display of muscle. Rene, its important to give your little puppy a reward when he performs, Anna said. He soon learns that he must perform in order to get his recompense. She looked up at me and smiled mischievously. Come here, David. I walked over in front of her. She cupped one hand under my testicles, wrapped the other around the shaft of my penis, took the head in her mouth, and tried to suck what little brains I still had out through my penis. I watched her for a while and then realized that I should not neglect our guest. I glanced at Renes face and saw that she was watching with maybe curiosity. I wondered if she had ever sucked dick before. I hated to disappoint Anna but I shuffled over in front of Rene. She emulated Anna: left hand under my tolos, right around my tianga, red head between her soft little lips, tongue caressing the sensitive spot underneath, and cheeks dimpling when she sucked. I put my hands on her shoulders and closed my eyes. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twenty-Nine How is she? I asked. Shes fine, David, Anna said. What do you expect? Did they keep on playing last night, you know, her and James and Toby, after we quit? Did Iain and Caitlyn stay? Yes and no. Yes, Jean-Nicole stayed and played with James and Toby. You should have stayed. She says they made love for hours more. Just as soon as one of the boys came, the other was ready to go again. She says she was fucked senseless but she enjoyed every minute of it. And no, after we left, Iain and Caitlyn left too. Damn, I should have stayed but I didnt want to watch them. I wanted some private time with you. Last night, playing with the others was a lot of fun. Did you enjoy it, I mean, all of us together and then the two of us by ourselves? Yes, David, I loved it. It was fun playing with the others but when I get serious I just want to be with you. I was lying in the bed on my side, naked as usual, head propped up on one hand, watching her. My other hand was idly playing with my flaccid penis and my testicles. She was walking around brushing her hair and counting and at the same time watching what I was doing. She was naked too. I was awed by her beauty as always. I also felt overwhelmed by my love for her. I felt unworthy of having such a beautiful woman as my wife. What did you and Caitlyn do with her when she finally got up this morning? You were with her for almost an hour. Just some girl stuff, David. Her little pussy was just about fucked raw. We helped her douche and put something in it to relieve the discomfort. Would you believe it? She didnt know how to douche. I thought I was going to have to do it for her. Damn, just call me. Ill be glad to help her. Ill put something in it. Im an expert. But were the boys good to her? Did they just fuck her or did they make love to her. I know you and Aimee have tried to teach them the difference. Ive talked to them too. They were very good to her. She was amazed at how two young boys could be so kind and caring and gentle with her. They werent selfish at all. She says she lost count of the orgasms she had. Damn, I said again and shivered. I can be kind and caring and gentle too. Yes, you can, David, Anna said. After she recovers, would you like to be very kind and caring and gentle with me and her? Ill see if I can arrange a little mnage a trois. I dont mind if you make love with her. I know youre mine. Both of you at once? I asked. Dont you think you will be up to the task? Ill give it my best effort. David, a woman has sexual needs that are almost as insistent as a mans. Jean-Nicole wants sex but she wants a little love to go along with it. I think it would be fun for the two of us to get at you. Maybe Ill even get at her and you can watch. The three of us can just play and have fun. Can you do that? I mean, just play and be slow and easy and gentle without letting your beast loose? Yeah, Ill try but you know the beast has a mind of its own sometimes. Would you rather stuff your petit courgette up Caitlyn? she asked. I can play with Iain while you play with her. Its a gros courgette. Maybe youd better delay arranging a little assignation with Iain and Caitlyn for a while. I dont think we should go any further with them. Whatever you wish, mon petit chou. But why not? Anna, weve been shaped by thousands of years of evolution, I said. Instinctively, Iain may resent it if I have sex with Caitlyn. I think Iains and Caitlyns relationship is too fragile, at least for now, and I dont want to hurt him by what I do. I value him too much to cause any friction. I dont think Iain should play with Jean-Nicole either. I think that would hurt Caitlyn but I cant tell him not to do it. All I can do is tell him what I think and hell have to make up his own mind. Why were you so subdued all day? I know you were thinking about something. What was it? Do you remember when we first started going together, when we went to the hidden valley, and I told you I couldnt let you talk me into doing something even though it was what I wanted? She nodded and kept brushing her hair. I told you that Im the one who has to decide if something is the right thing to do, I mean for me, and I couldnt yield that decision to someone else. I remember but why was that bothering you today? Last night, I let you and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole run the show. I had no idea wed go so far so fast. I want to watch out for everybody who comes here, to make sure they dont get hurt. Do you think we did the right thing for Jean-Nicole? Is she happy with what we did? She surprised me too, David, she said. But you were subservient to her. That was the right thing to do. She wanted to break free and she did. Shes very happy. Well, thats what I was thinking about, I said. Id like to screw the hell out of her but it dont know whether it would be OK or not. What do you mean? How are you going to feel if I do? Youre worried about how I will feel if you make love with Jean-Nicole? Yeah. Is that so hard to believe? My love for you isI dont know how to describe it. I never dreamed love could be this way. I love you and I know you love me and I want to have your love forever. I dont want to hurt you by making love with another woman. Does that make sense? Yes, David. You shouldnt worry. I know how you feel about me. I feel the same way about you. Jean-Nicole cant come between us. I dont know. I hope not. David, I told you Jean-Nicole needs sex but she also needs love to go along with it. All women do. I dont mind if you love her once in a while. You can be a very loving man. In the meantime, let her play with James and Toby occasionally. She can give them something they need. Let her play with us once in a while and you can give her something she needs. After some more guys arrive, shell find one to give herself to completely. We all will. Im convinced of that. I hope so, Anna. I just want us all to be one loving peaceful family. I think thats one hundred. Are you ready to go to sleep? Yeah, afterwell, maybe we could play a little. I dont think your petit concombre is interested. Thats OK. I just want to hold you and love you and play. And if something comes up? I dont know. Maybe we can make some ratatouille. <><><> David! Anna! Please go to the boys bed chamber! They are fighting! Anna and I were still in the kitchen after breakfast when Aimee called out. Iain and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole were gone to the garden to pick some winter greens for the lunch Jean-Nicole had planned. James and Toby had run the rabbit snares before breakfast, had helped clean the kitchen after, and had then gone to their bed chamber. I ran as fast as I could and felt the cool feeling sweep over me. Anna was right behind me. James and Toby were both naked, standing slugging at each other, and I saw blood on both of their faces and bodies. I heard James grunt when Toby connected with his side. A split-second later, I saw James fist hit Tobys cheek and saw Tobys head snap back. Damn, they really were fighting. I grabbed Tobys arm with my left hand and James with my right and pulled them as far apart as I could. Stop it, damn it! I yelled. They stood there glaring at each other, breathing heavily, but at least not trying to continue the fight. I looked at Toby and saw a cut on his eyebrow and blood in his eye and down his cheek. I looked at James and saw blood running out of his nose, over his mouth, and down his chin. I held them apart for a while and let them cool down. They both tried to smile at me. We were just wrestling, David, Toby started. Shut up! I said. Not a word! Anna took a good look at each of them and then pulled James over to the side of the bed and made him sit. She told him to lean forward and pinch his nostrils and then she left. She was back in a minute or so with wet wash cloths and first-aid supplies. She pulled Toby over to the same bed, dared the two of them to start anything, and then wiped the blood off Tobys face and chest and stomach and even his penis. She looked closely at his wound, told me to press the two sides together, and squirted something out of a tube on the cut. It quickly stopped bleeding and she wiped his face and eye clean again. This stuff will seal the wound and help it heal, Anna said to Toby. Dont touch it. If it starts bleeding again, Ill have to take some stitches. Do you want me to sew you up without anything for pain? Toby shook his head from to side. Again he tried to smile at her and didnt really succeed. I stood there, glaring at the two of them, and daring them to start fighting again. I want you two to sit there peacefully and dont say a damn word until I give you permission. Do you hear me? They both nodded. Anna moved over in front of James and wiped the blood off him. Aimee, how long has James been holding his nose? Anna asked. Almost eight minutes, Anna, Aimee answered. I recommend he hold it for a few more minutes to stop the bleeding. We waited for a few more minutes, Toby still trying to smile, James pinching his nose shut, Anna squatting in from of James with her hands on his thighs, me behind her, glaring down at the boys and trying to keep from smiling. You can turn loose now, James, but dont try to blow your nose, Anna said. A small amount of bright red blood oozed out of his nose but then it stopped. Anna carefully wiped the blood away and waited. No more blood came out. I tried to assume my most fatherly role, an angry father. OK. I want you two to sit here side by side. I dont want to hear what started the fight or whos to blame or what you did wrong. I want you to think about what youve done. Anna and I are going to leave. When you two decide what I want you to say to me and what youre going to do to make sure this doesnt happen again you can come find me. Ill decide what your punishment will be later. I managed to control my laughter until we were back in the kitchen. Anna was holding it in just like I was. We both started snickering and laughing at the same time. Are you really going to punish them, David? she asked. Yeah, Im going to make them enlist Aimees help to find out what rules are followed in high school or college wrestling. Im going to make them practice until I think theyre ready to put on a wrestling match for all of us to watch. Ill be the referee. Can you make them do it naked? Anna asked. Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole and I would enjoy it more if you do. Sure. Do you want me to referee naked too? That would be nice. Just before lunch, they came to me to learn their punishment. They werent mad at each other. They were smiling and had one arm over the others shoulders. Perhaps they were a little apprehensive but they smiled broader when I told them that I wanted them to learn the rules for high school wrestling and to show all of us a real wrestling match following those rules. I said I wanted to learn the rules too because I was going to act as the referee. Toby spoke up first, for once. David, we want to apologize for what we did. We dont know what you want us to say to you but James and I have talked it over and we know what we want to say. Is that OK? Go on. Well, we know we shouldnt have gotten carried away and hurt each other. I know we looked like we were really mad with each other but we werent. I guess were supposed to do stuff that makes us better men, like hunting to provide food for all of us and if I had lost an eye, I wouldnt be much good as a hunter. If I had lost some teeth, I would never get any more like false ones and I wouldnt be able to eat lots of stuff and maybe I wouldnt grow up as big. James spoke up. David, we probably looked like we were really fighting but we werent. We were both enjoying it. I even liked it a little when Toby punched me in the nose and it started bleeding. I dont know why but it was fun to get all bloody and sweating and out of breath from slugging each other. I just blew the snot and blood out of my nose and hit him back. Toby continued. Yeah, thats exactly the way I felt when James whacked me above my eye. I liked feeling the blood on my face and slinging it off and then trying to slug him back. We were both grinning until you walked in. It may have seemed like we hated each other but we didnt. Were good friends. We were both just having fun and we liked it. Well, you certainly fooled me, I said. I thought you were about to kill each other. It was all fun, David, James said. OK, but dont do it again. Are you going to punish us, Toby asked. No, not this time, I said, and added in my most stern voice. Just dont do stupid things like this again. You both know what I did in our old world. Dont mess with me, boys. Youll regret it. Maybe that was enough of a threat. I knew I probably couldnt punish them. They were too much of a joy to have around. Boys! <><><> There is always something new to learn. One night after dinner we were all sitting in the lounge waiting for Iain to sing to us. Caitlyn had bragged about his voice and Jean-Nicole wanted to hear him sing. Aimee, are you watching? Anna asked. Yes, Anna, Aimee answered. I am always watching unless you ask me to give you privacy. Iain is going to sing for us. Can you make a recording, you know, something you can play back for us later? Yes, Anna, I have that ability. If you ask, I will do what you request. I have the ability to see and record what happens in all rooms from four directions. I will edit the recordings, save the one which is best at any time, and discard the others. Is that satisfactory? Thats very good, Aimee, Anna said. I was puzzled. I had always assumed that Aimee could see in any room, not just the ones with monitors. I did not know that she could watch in all the rooms simultaneously and I did not understand how she could see in four directions at once. Aimee, how do you see us at the present moment? I asked. I see you by the light reflecting off your body, David, the same way you see, she answered. But where are your eyes? I asked. If you can see in four directions you must have eyes at four different points. Where are they? David, I must always help you and the others in any way I can, Aimee said. If I see that anyone is about to be harmed, I must do my best to protect that person by issuing a warning. At the same time, I must protect myself from harm. If I reveal how I communicate with all of you, someone may harm me in some way. I do not want that to happen. I will answer your question but please think twice before you command me to do so. I thought her answer was a wise one. Would James or Toby be curious enough to try to find her eyes in a room without a monitor? Would anyone want to harm Aimee? Thank you, Aimee, I said. I think your answer is a wise one. I command you not to reveal how you communicate with us. However, Im still curious. Can you monitor us in more than one room at a time? Simultaneously? Yes, David. I have the ability to monitor all the rooms here as well as outside to a limited extent, all at the same time. Can you monitor us at night? I mean, can you see us then as well? Yes, David, I can see you at night by using the infrared light which is emitted as heat by your bodies. That ability is necessary if I am to try to protect all of you at night or indoors when there is no light. Well, I think youre going to be quite busy when all ten couples are here, I said. Aimee, I would like you to concentrate on Iain while he is singing with occasional glimpses of his audience, Anna said. Can you do that? Yes, Anna. I will record Iains performance and his audience as best I can. Later, perhaps you will review the recording and tell me how I could improve future recordings. Iains first choice was a love song, a Capella, simply his voice with no musical accompaniment, the kind a young man in his old world might sing to his lover. I couldnt understand a word but I knew what the song was about. Next, with musical accompaniment, he sang Memory from the musical Cats and after that he sang an aria, something about cold hands from an opera called La Boheme. He had an enthralled audience as usual. His voice raised goose bumps on me, especially his first song. <><><> After lunch one day, I asked Iain to go for a walk with me. We were all in the kitchen and the four guys were cleaning up. The girls had prepared another great meal under Jean-Nicoles direction. James ears perked up. Is it OK if Toby and I go with you? he asked. Not this time, I answered. The two of you could take Lucky and make sure youve trained him to leave Lighting alone. I need to talk over some stuff with Iain. Well, you could go down the mountain and let us stop at Lightings place and we could show you. Lucky likes Lightning and his family. He plays with them. We took a moment to go to our bed chambers and put on clothes and moccasins. When I asked Aimee what the temperature was outside, she told me that it was about 30 on the David scale, cool enough to enjoy a long walk. When we were out of sight of James and Toby, I shifted my spear from my right hand to my left, walked beside Iain, and took his left hand in my right. He looked at me and smiled but he didnt pull away. We walked on for a distance, holding hands, before I brought it up. Iain, Im been thinking about the customs were starting here. I like the one you started, you know, kissing someone left cheek, right cheek, mouth, when theyre really happy. I want to start another one. What is it? Stop a minute and put your spear down, I said. We both bent over and laid our spears on the ground. I moved around in front of him, put my arms around him, and pulled him against me. He put his arms around me and looked at me and I could see that he was puzzled. I leaned forward a little, put my head beside his, put one hand behind his head, and held him. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly until I felt him relax. James said he loved me. He said he loved all of us, I whispered in his ear. I love you, Iain. He also said it wasnt sex love he was talking about, David, Iain whispered back. What kind of love are you talking about? Its just love, Iain. Brotherly love. Its not sex. I love James and Toby too and thats more like fatherly love. Then I love you the same way, David, like a brother. Is that what you wanted me to say? Yes, but I dont want you to say it just to please me. Say it only if you really mean it. OK, I mean it, David. Weve come a long way together and I feel like I really know you, what sort of man you are, and I really do love you. I turned him loose and stepped back a little. Iain, when I was little and I went somewhere with my father, I usually held his hand. He never pushed me away. He just smiled at me and squeezed my hand and I knew he loved me. After my fatherafterlater when I went for a walk with Grandfather I held his hand. He did the same thing, just squeezed my hand and smiled at me. I knew he loved me too. The last time I did that was the day I left for the Academy. I was seventeen years old. I had to stop for a moment to get control of my emotions. I couldnt let myself think of what happened to Father. Go on, Iain urged. I want us to start a custom. When I walk with Anna and you walk with Caitlyn, we both hold their hands. When Anna and Caitlyn walk together, they sometimes hold hands. When I walk with James, he usually holds my hand. When I walk with Toby, he doesnt. When you and I walk together, we dont hold hands. Why? I dont know, David, he said. I suppose its just not a custom for men to hold hands while theyre walking. Well, thats what I want to change, I said. I think its the custom for men not to hold hands because they dont want anybody to think theyre gay. It shouldnt mean that. It should just mean were walking with somebody we like, maybe even love like I love you. The same thing is true for men hugging each other. They usually dont. My father was always hugging me but I remember some kids who said their father never did. I felt sorry for them. What do you think? I understand what you want to accomplish, he said. I agree hugging is good. I think guys should do it. Same with holding hands once in a while. As long as were here where its safe and where the trail permits, it would be good. It wouldnt work when were out from under Aimees shelter. Well, just think about it. When you can, hold my hand or James or Tobys. Its up to you and me to start customs here. Do the same thing with hugging, just be relaxed and free with hugs. I think customs like that will build bonds among us and I want us to be very free in showing affection for each other, even guys with guys. I can do that. We both picked up our spears. I shifted mine to my left hand and held out my right to Iain. He smiled and took it. We started walking slowly, in no hurry to go anywhere. Ive got something else I need to talk to you about and I hope youll take charge and run with it. What would we do here if we lost power and maybe lost Aimee? I dont think we can lose Aimee permanently, he said. I know that her universe is all solid state with no moving parts and even if we lose power shell still be there. We just have to restore power and shell come back to us with no loss of memory. Well, would you look into my question and see how confident we can be about not losing her or power? What would we have to do to restore power? How do we get Aimee back? Dont tell anybody else what youre doing. I dont want to worry them. I understand, David, he said. Ill start looking into it immediately. Iain, you and I, really the first twenty of us, we can probably live out our lives right where we are now. Our children will probably live with us until theyre grown and then may move somewhere else. Our grandchildren will probably spread further. I want to start planning for our long-term future. I think my degree in civil engineering from the Academy is about to be more useful. What do you mean? We need to think about building some cabins or houses or something, not immediately, but someday soon. Id like to build something just inside Aimees shield near the isthmus first. Were going to be gathering oysters there regularly as part of our diet. Maybe the next place we build will be down near the coast where the fishing is good. Eventually Id like to build something across the isthmus, on the mainland. We might build something close by here someday to catch the overflow were going to have. Its hard to believe were going to have that many people here, David, he said. I wonder what our life will be like then. It can be a grand adventure, Iain, I said. Our life will be what we make it. If Im to be the leader, I need everybodys help, especially yours. Are you ready to start back? Yes, but I want to ask you a question first, he said. OK. Ask me anything. When are we going to start being honest about our feelings for each other? What do you mean? I answered. I told you I love you like a brother. You said you feel the same way. David, Ive seen how you look at me, he said. Maybe youve seen the way I look at you. Its not like brothers. What is it then? Will you be honest with me? Yes. OK, kiss me then. I looked at him critically. I liked to look at him. I thought he was a beautiful young man when he came here but he was even more beautiful now. I admired the way he looked, like a perfect young man. I liked to look at him and James and Toby just like I liked to look at a beautiful sunset. Was he reading something into the way I looked at him? Was I just not admitting something to myself? He moved directly in front of me on the uphill side of the path. I was almost a head taller than him but now his head was level with mine. I stood there, frowning a little, unsure of what to do. He wasnt. He put his fingers on my cheeks, leaned forward, and kissed me gently on the mouth. It wasnt the quick left, right, mouth kiss that was reserved for special occasions. It was a slow, gentle, sensuous kiss. A moment later, he opened his mouth and touched my lips with his tongue. I opened to him and suddenly a hunger for him seized me and I felt lost. I put my hands on his behind and pulled him against me. He did the same, both hands at first, but then he moved one hand around in front, slid it up under my tunic, down in my pants, and then to my penis. It was already stiffening. He straightened it out so it was pointed upwards and held it in his hand. Damn, I was completely lost now. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was trying to read my face. Weve got to stop, Iain, I said. I know, he said, but he didnt stop. He took his hand off my butt, grabbed my hand, and led it up under his tunic and then down to his penis. It was almost completely hard too, hot and hard and smooth, and I was even more lost and I knew it. I straightened it up so it was pointing at his navel and kept my hand on it as it swelled and hardened. I wanted him. I didnt know what I wanted to do with him or to him or what I wanted him to do for me or to me but I knew I wanted him somehow. We stood there breathing heavily, holding each others erect penis. I wanted to stop but somehow I couldnt. Do you want to fuck me, David? he whispered. Lets go somewhere off the trail and you can fuck me. Iain, please stop, I pled. I want to but If you dont want to fuck me, then let me fuck you, he insisted. Oh, shit, I said. I wanted to fuck him. As much as I had always felt anal sex was something I didnt want to do or have done to me, I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to know what it was like to fuck another guy and to be fucked by one. I tried to get in control of what we were doing because I didnt want to do anything and at the same time I did. Damn, what should I do? I turned loose of his penis, pulled his hand off mine, stepped back, and looked at him. I was burning up with wanting something and I didnt know what it was. A blow job? I didnt think that would satisfy me. I could give him one. He could suck me off. Would that be enough? I knew I wanted someone to fuck or maybe to fuck me. My heart was racing and my breath was rasping in and out of me. What are you doing, Iain? I asked. Are you doing this just to see what I will do? David, Im simply being honest about how I feel, he answered. I want to do something with you and I dont know what it is and I know you feel the same. Can you admit it? Hell, I cant deny it. Yeah, Ill admit it but you cant judge my feelings from how hard my dick is. As horny as I am, I could hug a pine tree and get a hard-on. Me too, but, dammit, what are we going to do? Im not trying to make you admit anything. Im trying to let you know how I feel. I took a few steps more away from him. I wanted to grab him and do something to him, anything to relieve my hunger. I wanted to run away as fast as I could. I took a few deep breaths and tried to get in control of myself. I thought of James and how he had offered to let me fuck him and how I had refused. Iain, you know James offered me his ass one night and I didnt want to do it, I started, fumbling my way toward some way out of this. He was just a kid, an abused kid, and I wanted to protect him. Yeah, I know, but its different with me. Have you thought of the consequences if we do? How is Caitlyn going to feel about you if she finds out? Annas been OK with most of my sexual escapades but how will she feel about this one? How are James and Toby going to feel about me and you if they find out? What will Jean-Nicole think? Im supposed to be a leader for this group and they all know I want you to be my side-kick or advisor and even be the leader if something happens to me. Will they keep seeing us and respecting us in those roles? If were to be the leaders for this group of young kids, maybe we should think twice about what we do? Damn! Damn! And double damn! he groaned. What the hell am I supposed to do? Im so fucking horny all the time. Caitlyns coming around but I cant expect her to keep me satisfied. Maybe men go into rut too and thats why we cant think straight. Shit! You cant be any hornier than I am, I said. Were young and in perfect health and we constantly want to fuck but weve got to think of the consequences. Maybe I shouldnt say we want it. Maybe I should say we need it. But there are five other people here. Weve got to think of them no matter what we do. Yeah, shit. And merde. What are we going to do? Iain, I dont know about you, but Im going to pull my dick out and jack off, I said. Maybe you should do the same. Yeah, I suppose youre right. We stood there a few feet apart, facing each other, smiling knowingly at each other, tights down around our knees, tunics pulled up with left hands, and two right hands flying up and down. Within a minute we both squirted out again and again in one commingled deposit of semen. <><><> After dinner, they came for me. I didnt protest. I let them take my hands in theirs and lead me out of the kitchen. We had just enjoyed another wonderful meal: crusty freshly-baked bread, a casserole of scalloped oysters, and a hearty brown stew made with deer meat and lots of vegetables. Since Jean-Nicole and Anna had cooked, all of the rest of us were expected to clean. I had just carried the last of the dirty dishes to the sink when I stopped for a moment to watch Lucky foraging for scraps. He had been fed before we sat down to dinner but he never seemed to be satisfied. When Anna and Jean-Nicole came for me, Iain and Caitlyn and James and Toby just stood there grinning as though they knew what was going to happen. I didnt know but I didnt resist. They led me across the hall to the bathing chamber, removed my loin cloth, removed theirs, and gave me a good scrubbing. My penis was hard as a bamboo pole after the two of them tenderly washed it. Then Anna and I bathed Jean-Nicole. I got the front side and she got the back. Next Jean-Nicole and I bathed Anna. She let me have the front again. They didnt giggle and tease and grope. They didnt say one word. They smiled just enough to tell me that they had something in store for me that I would enjoy. Everything they did was slow and gentle and arousing. In the drying circle, they both used their hands to strip the water off my body and the warm downdraft finished drying me. I followed their example and rubbed the water off the two of them. It was lots more fun to use my hands to strip the water off a womans body than my own, especially their breasts and butts. As we were leaving the bathing chamber, they stopped just inside the door and Anna leaned forward to see who might be in the hallway. Evidently nobody was. She grabbed my penis, Jean-Nicole grabbed my hand, and they pulled me along toward Jean-Nicoles bed chamber. Jean-Nicole started skipping like a little girl. Anna did too. I didnt. I couldnt skip. Picture a tall slim guy with a rampant hard-on skipping along while two women are pulling him down the hallway by his hand and his penis. If you can skip in that situation, youre a better man than I am. We had gone only a short distance when James and Toby walked out of their bed chamber, talking animatedly about something. They stopped, looked at the three of us, registered surprise and disbelief, and grinned. Somebodys gonna get fucked, James said. Can we help? Toby asked. Jean-Nicole showed them a quick finger, or, in Tobys words, flipped them a bird. She and Anna burst into giggles and continued down the hallway, still pulling me along by my hand and my penis. We ducked into the sleeping chamber Jean-Nicole had chosen for herself. As far as I knew, I was the first male to be allowed in. After her first introduction to sex, she had been sleeping alone. Maybe she had revisited James and Toby in their bedchamber. Who knows? Anyway, I was relieved when they both turned me loose. Did you see the look on their faces? Anna asked, and started giggling again. Thats the first time Ive ever done that, Jean-Nicole said. Did I do it right? She started giggling too. Whew, I said, partly because I was relieved not only that they hadnt damaged my most prized possession but also because I couldnt think of anything else to say. I could think of something to do though. I hugged Anna first. I wrapped her up in a big bear hug and pulled her against me. My dick poked her in her belly button. She reached down, bent it to one side, and hugged me back. After a brief moment she released me and nudged me toward Jean-Nicole. I hugged Jean-Nicole second and deliberately let my dick poke her in the center of her belly. She lifted it straight up and I pulled her against me. She didnt protest. She quickly kissed me on the cheek and then put her hands on my rear and pulled me tighter against her. I just stood there, enjoying her little breasts pressed against my chest while my dick was pressed against her belly. Then Anna pressed up against me from behind, put her arms around Jean-Nicole and me, and pulled me up tightly between the two of them. Hot breasts against my front and back? A manwich? I couldnt complain. Well, this is nice, I said. Every mans dream, to be sandwiched between two naked women. You can just forget your dream, David, Anna said. Jean-Nicole and I are in charge tonight. All youve got to do is keep a stiff upper dick. Well do the rest. I can do that, I said, perhaps too assertively. Yeah, well see, Jean-Nicole said, and pulled my head down and kissed me. She opened her mouth to me, closed her eyes, and teased me with her hot little tongue. I was just getting into it when she pushed me back and she and Anna cooperated in turning me around. Anna held my dick upright so it was pressed against her stomach and then pulled my head down and gave me another open-mouthed kiss. This time it was Jean-Nicole who pressed against my back, her hard little nipples boring two holes. I surrendered. I could live with this. Let them take charge and do anything their little hearts desired. Anything! There was only one bed ready for sleeping or fucking or whatever. I noticed that someone had even put clean sheets on it and scattered about a dozen pillows around. I was ready to mess it up. Anna crawled in first and Jean-Nicole nudged me to go second. Anna lay down on her back, propped up against the wall, so I lay down beside her. Jean-Nicole crawled in and propped up too. I waited. Nobody started anything. I thought of twiddling my thumbs but I decided against that. My penis was suspended at an angle over my lower abdomen with the head almost at my navel as usual. Then they both turned on their sides, facing me, and reached for my dick at the same time. I let them play with it. David has a beautiful penis, Jean-Nicole, Anna said. I think its the nicest one Ive ever seen. Have you seen many? Jean-Nicole asked. I had never seen one, I mean, a mans penis, until I came here. Thousands, Anna replied. I was an operating room nurse in the Army before I came here. Im an expert on dicks. Well, why do you think his is so nice? Its just so filling and satisfying. That big head on it opens me up all the way to my cervix. Its pretty too and its straight except for a little curve. Its smooth and ivory colored, not dark like some of them. It has red and blue arteries and veins barely showing and a smooth shiny red head. It feels so good when its buried in my pussy and I can feel his big balls on my ass cheeks. Oooohh, damn, Jean-Nicole moaned. You make me squirm. Could I borrow it for a few days? Sure, Anna answered, without asking me. But you dont need to be in a hurry. Dont you want to see if his tongue is hard too? I lay there and let them talk about my penis. Jean-Nicole had seen only little boys penises and they were all circumcised. She asked why I wasnt. And why Toby and James and Iain were not either. I wouldnt have been surprised if my penis had answered some of her questions. They talked about it as if it were the most important part of a man and everything else was just an appendage to it. Maybe thats the way it is. Anna, could I ask you some questions? Jean-Nicole said. Sure. About what? Well, first I want to ask you about David letting his beast loose. I dont guess I understand what it means. Does he hurt you? Aimee, are you listening? Of course, Anna. I always listen unless you tell me you want privacy. Do you remember what David said once when he was describing what letting the beast loose meant? I think it was when we were trying to help Caitlyn break down her barriers. Yes, Anna, I have that in my memory. I always retain certain things you say which help me to understand you. Would you like me to play it back in Davids voice? It is very eloquent. Yes, Aimee, please do. I lay there and listened to myself trying to explain what it meant to Caitlyn. Caitlyn, let me tell you about me and Anna, I said. Theres an animal side of me, a devil that wants to fuck every young girl or woman I see, to spread my seeds as often and as wide as I can. Anna has an animal side too. Sometimes we fuck like animals, without a mind, just animals rutting, hot, sweaty, screwing, both of us needing each other. Mindless fucking is the best way to describe it. When I come its like my body is emptying my balls into her. She says it seems her cervix is gulping my semen into her womb. He is very eloquent; isnt he? Anna asked. Uh, huh, but he doesnt hurt you; does he? Jean-Nicole replied. Well, no, not deliberately, no more than I hurt him. Hes never done any permanent damage to me. She giggled and then continued. Sometimes I walk bowlegged for a few days. Do you think he could let the beast loose with me? Jean-Nicole asked. Remember, all this is going on while the two of them are cuddled up to my sides, playing with my toys, talking like Im not there. I had a smile on my face and not a care in the world. Just ask him. You may be sore tomorrow but youll get over it. I like it when he does it with me but I dont want him to do it every time. Well, maybe Ill just ask him. Theres something else I want to ask you about. Do you think its possible to be tooI guesssexual? I want sex so bad sometimes and now that Ive had it I just want more of it. Something happened with James and Toby and Ive never heard of it happening with a woman. What? They were both making love to me slow and easy, after they had both done it once or twice. They were sucking my nipples, both of them, and I had another orgasm and it was a good one. You came just from having your nipples sucked? I said, forgetting that I wasnt really there. Did they have their fingers in your pussy? Yes and no, Jean-Nicole said. They werent touching me down there. They were both sucking like little hungry babies. Damn! I said. Is that normal? Jean-Nicole asked. Am I some sort of degenerate or something? Beats me, Anna said. Maybe well have to do some scientific research someday. I imagine James and Toby will volunteer. I volunteer, I whispered. Jean-Nicole must have wanted to take a closer look at my penis. She slid down on the bed and put her head on my chest, just inches from the head. Then Anna joined her and they bent my dick around and around and looked at it and talked about it. Jean-Nicole had more questions about it and Anna had good answers. I put my hands behind my head, closed my eyes, and let them have their way with me. Then I felt somebodys mouth around the head, and I opened my eyes and rose up on my elbows to see whose mouth it was. It was Jean-Nicoles. Anna was holding it for her. She wasnt bad for an amateur. I closed my eyes again and let them play. Two mouths, two tongues, four hands, all over my dick, all over my balls, always slow and gentle, not trying to make me come, just licking, sucking, stroking, first one mouth and then another and sometimes both. I lost track of who was doing whatever to me. It didnt matter. It was all I was conscious of and I didnt want them ever to stop. But of course they did. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock. Twelve minutes had elapsed since I last looked at it and I wasnt even conscious of time passing. We thought you had gone to sleep, Anna said. They both chuckled, giggled, snickered, laughed, whatever women do. I was just resting for the next round, I said. What now? You and I are going to give Jean-Nicole a little attention, she said. Is your tongue rested? I caught the fact that she said you and I. Was her tongue rested? Was she going to help me? Damn, another male fantasy: to watch two beautiful women making love. I liked the idea. Two women licking each others pussy. The only problem was that we didnt have room to do it. The bed alcoves were about eight feet long and six wide but with a tall woman stretched out on her back and a pillow under her hips, there wasnt room for me to lie down on my stomach with my head between her thighs. We solved the problem. We rearranged so that Jean-Nicole was lying crossways on the bed with her legs partially off and her feet on the floor. Anna pushed Jean-Nicoles legs apart, put a pillow on the floor, and motioned for me to kneel. I knelt, took a moment to admire her little hairless pussy, and then leaned over, shifted her legs so they were on my back, and started kissing and licking. At first I kissed my way up the inside of one soft smooth thigh and down the other. Then I teased her by licking up the two creases between her legs and her mound and deliberately avoided the center. Jean-Nicole wanted my tongue somewhere else. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and held my head still right between her legs. I moved my hands from her thighs and used my thumbs to pull her big lips apart and my tongue to separate the little lips. I heard her moan and I assumed I was pleasing her so I kept doing it. I was enjoying myself when Anna touched me on my shoulder and motioned for me to move. I moved out of the way but I stayed close, standing there stroking a full-to-bursting erection. I wanted to watch but I needed to fuck one of them. Anna knelt between Jean-Nicoles legs and lowered her head down to Jean-Nicoles pussy. I watched as she licked her. There was no difference in the way we did it. Jean-Nicole held Annas head in place and moaned almost continuously. After a minute or so, I touched Anna on the shoulder and she stood up. I knelt down and did exactly the same thing she had done to Jean-Nicole. She squirmed and moaned and I wondered if she was about to come. My tongue was getting tired and I wanted her to get her big O before I quit. Then Anna touched me on the shoulder again and I moved to one side and let her kneel on the pillow. I dont know what the difference was but Anna quickly had her wiggling and almost screaming. There was no mistaking it. Jean-Nicole was about to have a good orgasm. I wanted to finish her off. I nudged Anna, she stood up, and I dropped down on the pillow. I put one long finger in her hot wet depths, used thumb and one finger on the other hand, and made her clit come out of its shelter. It was about like the tip of my little finger, about the same size and shape as her nipples. I fastened my mouth on it and sucked and sucked and at the same time I used my finger and fucked and fucked. She put her hands behind my head and tried to smother me with her pussy while her vagina pulsed again and again on my finger. I pulled back and looked at a pussy that was ready to be fucked. I wanted to shove my dick in and make her scream but I knew I had another woman to take care of. I gave Jean-Nicoles juicy little pussy a few more good licks and then stood up. I pushed Anna around and back so she was lying next to Jean-Nicoles inert body and then I moved the pillow over, knelt on it, and started licking a fresh pussy. I took a deep breath or two and smelled Annas arousal and I couldnt tell any difference between the way the two of them smelled. In fact, she tasted about the same too. Maybe all women smell and taste the same when theyre really aroused. I certainly couldnt tell the difference. Jean-Nicole roused from her little death, rolled over on her side, propped her head up with her hand, and watched me licking Annas pussy. I had no idea whether she would offer to help. She had been eager to do everything sexual so far. I decided to offer her the opportunity. I moved off the pillow, pointed at her, then pointed at Annas pussy. She grinned at me, stuck her tongue out, and shook her head. Oh, well, my tongue wasnt dead yet. I closed my eyes and resumed licking Anna. When Jean-Nicole moved off the bed and left the room, I wondered where she was going. To the bathroom, I suppose. Anyway, she was back in a minute or so. She touched me on the shoulder, used her thumb to tell me to move, and then dropped to her knees. I stood up, wrapped my hand around my aching penis, and watched her trying to find Annas clitoris with her little pink tongue. Anna was reclined in the bed alcove, suspended on her elbows, with her derriere at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide and bent, and feet on the floor. Jean-Nicole was on her knees with her head between Annas thighs. I was standing behind Jean-Nicole stroking my penis and looking down at her pussy. The little lips inside were spread and glistening with moisture. Damn, it looked good enough to eat or fuck or maybe eat and then fuck. I thought for a second and then chose fuck. I got down on my knees behind Jean-Nicole, hands on her hips, hesitated, and looked at Anna, questioning. Jean-Nicole, David wants to stuff his little zucchini in your little pussy, she whispered. Is that OK with you? I saw her nodding or maybe she was licking. Anyway, both Anna and I took that as permission so I knee-walked up closer, held my penis with one hand, and rubbed the head up and down in her pussy. The way it was drooling, I knew she was ready. Anna took mercy on me and threw me a pillow. I quickly tucked it under my knees. David, be very gentle with her, please, Anna instructed. Shes doing something I like so dont start ramming your dick up her. Can you be very slow and easy? I pushed slowly and gently but firmly and felt about half my dick slide into her and, damn, it was good: hot, tight, juicy. What more could a man want? I pulled back slowly and watched as her pussy lips clung to the shaft of my penis as though it didnt want to let go. When I saw the rim around the head, I reversed directions and went back in. This time, I pushed it in until she groaned, about three-fourths of my dick. I gave her a moment to get used to that much. Then she reached back between her legs, grabbed my testicles and pulled forward until she had every bit of my dick inside her and I didnt have any more to give her. Damn, twenty centimeters and I was worried whether my dick would be too big. How do they do it? I looked up at Anna. Her eyes were barely open and she had a little smile on her face. I could see that she liked what Jean-Nicole was doing to her. I smiled back at her and gave her an air kiss. She stuck her tongue out at me. I settled down in to a rhythmical gentle easing in and drawing out and watched Jean-Nicole just as slowly and gently licking Annas pussy. Damn, I could learn to like this. Looking down at Jean-Nicoles derriere, I couldnt help but see the little light-brown pucker of her asshole. Maybe I didnt get the cherry in her pussy but I could have it there. Id never wanted to do it to anybody, male or female, but maybe it would be worth trying, just to see how it felt. I pulled my penis out of her and used the head to wipe the pussy juices up and down on her pucker. Then I touched the head against it without trying to push it in. She didnt protest. I pushed slightly. She still didnt protest. Damn, she had a tight sphincter. I pushed one more time and she groaned. I looked up and she was looking back at me. Anna was also looking at me and she was frowning. Oh shit, caught me. I was about to try to put my dick back in her pussy but she swatted at it. I settled down on my haunches and waited for them to take mercy on a repentant sinner. Youre bad, David, she said, but she was smiling. I thought you didnt like sex that way, Anna said. Dont try that again or youll have to be punished. Yes, maam, I said and tried to look contrite. How did she know what I had done? She couldnt see behind Jean-Nicole. Oh, well, I watched as Jean-Nicole resumed licking Annas pussy. When Anna began to squirm, I decided that I was going to be the one who got her off. I touched Jean-Nicole on the shoulder, gave her the thumb, and dropped to my knees as soon as she moved. I slid two fingers of one hand into Annas vagina, used a finger and thumb on the other hand to push up and pull apart on her labia, and her clitoris popped out, all red and standing up and swollen. I sucked and tongued it until she tried to pull me baldheaded. I kept licking while she moaned and wiggled and cussed me and her pussy tried to amputate my fingers. I was glad when she quieted down. I was pleased that she had let me keep my hair and that I had succeeded in giving her a big O, but, damn, my tongue needed a days rest to recuperate. I didnt know what they had planned for me but I knew what I wanted: to fill Jean-Nicoles little womb with a gallon of my semen. Blow-jobs are nice but there are times when a man needs a good fuck and, damn, this was one of those times. I crawled on the bed between the two of them, flopped down on my back, and held my penis straight up. I didnt say a word. I waited for them to do whatever they wanted, as long as it was what I wanted. Jean-Nicole crawled into the bed alcove and flopped down beside me. Anna slapped my hand off my penis and wrapped her hand around it. Jean-Nicole, would you like to go for a ride? she asked. Yeah, that was what I wanted. Come on, saddle up, cowgirl, I leered. She mounted her steed, slowly worked her way down until my entire dick was engulfed in her hairless little pussy and then she rode me. I put my hands behind my head and watched her for a while. I looked over at Anna. She was watching too. Just when it was getting good, Jean-Nicole rolled off me, flopped down between me and Anna, spread her legs, and held her arms up in welcome. I liked that way better. I scrambled around and slid my horse cock into her saddle again. OK, cowboy, let your beast loose, she whispered. I started slowly, trying to show a little restraint so I didnt hurt her but gradually the I in me faded away and I was nothing but dick pistoning in and out of a hot wet pussy and balls slapping against soft ass cheeks. The devil could have claimed my soul for hell if I refused to stop and I knew Id keep on fucking her. I wasnt even aware of the damage her mouth was doing to my shoulders and her fingernails were doing to my ass. I plunged into her until my balls squirted out my life against the mouth to her womb. They let me rest for a while, me between the two of them, and started talking again. Anna asked Jean-Nicole how she liked to have me let the beast loose. Jean-Nicole didnt answer at first. Finally, she whispered so low I could hardly hear her. It was OK. I pulled the pillow from behind my head and hit her with it. Anna hit me with another pillow from behind. Jean-Nicole retaliated and whacked me with her pillow. I gave up. I knew when I was defeated. Just OK? Shit, I knew I had given her my best. They put their heads on my shoulders and talked about what we had done as though I was not even there or at least only part of me was. I looked down at my dick. It was lying across my thigh, head still exposed, soft but still swollen almost as big as when its hard. It was wet and glistening with Jean-Nicoles pussy juices and with some of my semen hanging off the head. I closed my eyes and just listened to an occasional comment from one or the other. Maybe they thought I wasnt listening but of course I was. When Jean-Nicole whispered that she loved my beast and that she finally knew what it meant to be really fucked, I smiled, satisfied that she had loved my beastly performance. One of them moved. I opened my eyes. It was Anna. She had her head on my stomach close to my dick. I watched to see what she was going to do. Then Jean-Nicole moved down too, inches away from Annas head. Anna held my inert dick up with a finger and thumb and licked it from bottom of the shaft to the head. Damn, that was too much. But then Jean-Nicole licked it too. Anna licked up the little puddle of semen where the head had rested and then licked all the way up to the head again. Then they both started licking me clean. Lick and giggle. Damn, that was really too much. I felt my dick start to fill and stiffen again. I let them bring back Lazarus and then I rearranged them the way I wanted. Jean-Nicole was on the bed, her ass almost at the edge, legs hanging off, and feet on the floor. Anna was kneeling on a pillow between Jean-Nicoles legs, ready to give her a good licking. I was kneeling on a pillow behind Anna, looking down at her puckered asshole and below that the open wet lips to her pussy. Maybe Anna might like it in the ass but I wasnt about to try it. I bent my dick down to horizontal and slowly slide it home in my second pussy. She grunted when I hit bottom and then she lowered her head and started licking Jean-Nicoles pussy. With a steel-rod penis, I was positive my balls had at least one more charge in them, a good one for Anna. What if they wanted more? Would I have a third one? For Jean-Nicole? And maybe a fourth one. For Anna? Shit, I knew I would give it my best. I quit worrying and started fucking. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twenty-Five When all else fails, go fishing. In the days after Tobys arrival, I slowly learned his story. He was fourteen, not as old as my first guess. He had lived near a small town north of Atlanta and just before he came to our world he was sleeping in a bus station. He had missed the evening bus to Atlanta and had to wait for the morning one. He was the only child of parents who were heavily into drug use. He saw them smoke marijuana frequently and use other drugs which he thought might be cocaine or methamphetamine or maybe both. From the visitors who came to their home, he was convinced that they were also selling drugs. His father had been employed but had lost his job and was not looking for work. He was now getting unemployment compensation and that was about to run out. His mother was still employed as a cashier in a local supermarket and earned the minimum wage. They had become heavily dependent on credit cards and the creditors had started clamoring for payment. They had sold off or pawned most of the things of value in their home. Toby had never used drugs and had resisted their offers of drugs. He knew they were doing it so he would stop trying to get them to quit and get help. He knew they were bad parents but he loved them and they were the parents he had to live with. He had been a good student in school but his grades were now falling. He had tried everything he could think of to reach them and get them to be the parents he had been happy with until about a year ago. He felt trapped in a downward spiral and he knew how it was going to end. Now he had given up and decided to run away. He didnt know where he was going, except that he had read about ways to get help in Atlanta. He had used his meager savings to buy a bus ticket there and had no idea what he would do when he arrived. Each day I could see the misery in his eyes and face and demeanor. Anna and I tried to talk to him but he never responded with any enthusiasm. James welcomed him, almost like a brother, but he hardly smiled at any of James jokes or mischief. He played with Lucky but hardly ever smiled at the pups antics. Iain and Caitlyn had tried to reach him too but they had failed. He was like a lost soul who didnt know where to go or what to do. I knew I couldnt give up on him but I had about run out of ideas on how to help him. I didnt know what else to do so I decided to take him and James fishing. Would you and Toby see if you can find us some live bait, I asked James. Get one of the bamboo buckets we made and dig in places in the woods where theres lots of ground cover. See if you can find worms, crickets, grubs, anything that would look good to a fish. What are we going to fish with? James asked. I dont think the casting rods will work well with that kind of bait. You know that bunch of cane poles weve got stacked up outside? I asked. I think theyve dried enough to use as fishing poles. Ill rig them up with line and sinkers and floats. I want to fish just where the water comes into the lake, you know, where that waterfall is. If I were a fish, Id hang out there to see what came down the creek. Aimee gave me some good advice as usual. David, I cannot forecast the weather but the sky is very cloudy today and rain may start at any time. Please do not go without considering that possibility. OK, Aimee. Well each take a backpack with a rain cape and some warmer clothing, I said. The rain may be cold but I think well be OK. We can each pack a lunch. I dont think well need to take water. There are little streams and springs all over that area. May I take Lucky? James asked. I had to think for a minute. Would Lucky be OK on the bamboo raft with us? Maybe he might help bring Toby out of his despair. Youll have to carry him most of the time, I said. Do you want to? He answered and then grinned, Hes not heavy. Hes my puppy. Ill help you carry him, James, Toby said. OK, but you two are going to have to carry him and maybe a heavy stringer of fish. Coming back up the mountain with a load isnt easy, you know. In our usual loincloth and moccasins, the three of us set off. James led the way down the mountain, bounding along with his usual enthusiasm, carrying his spear and his fishing pole with the papoose puppy carrier in front and his backpack bouncing on his back. Toby also carried a spear and a fishing pole and he had my knives strapped around his waist. Before James got too far ahead of us, I started walking faster too and, when I saw Toby hurrying along, I couldnt help but smile. Maybe going fishing was going to help. At the lake, our bamboo raft was still floating where we had tied it, the four bamboo poles still lashed to the top layer. It was about five meters by two, with two layers of large bamboo. It was awkward to pole along but we managed. Usually, two of us stood side by side and poled it in unison. Much of the lake was shallow enough to use poles and where it was deeper we used the poles like paddles. Before we boarded, I stripped off my loincloth and moccasins. James and Toby stripped too, no questions asked. I saw Toby looking at my genitals, checking me out, I suppose, so I checked them out too. Tobys penis was elongated now, hanging down well below his testicles. James penis looked like it was ready to stand up as usual. I still wasnt accustomed to seeing them without pubic hair. Lucky was no problem on the raft. The minute James put him down, he sniffed everywhere and then squatted and peed down between two poles. The three of us stood there and watched him and grinned. The lake began at a small waterfall, quickly widened until it was about as wide as a football field is long, then narrowed again, to another waterfall leading downhill. James and Toby enthusiastically poled us along until we reached the upper end of the lake where a waterfall jumped down through large boulders and then into the lake. Im going to slip over the side and swim underwater with my eyes open, I said. Ill be quiet and easy doing it so I dont scare off any fish. I want to see whether there are fish here. I want you two guys to do the same but wait til I get back on the raft. Toby, do you swim OK? Can you do it, underwater, I mean? He grinned. For once, he grinned. Yeah, Im a good swimmer. I can do it but I probably wont know what kind of fish they are. Just look for the size and body shape, I said. I cant identify them either. Theyre probably all good eating. If theres nothing but little ones here, I dont want to waste our time. Looking for fish underwater was easy. The water was almost crystal clear except right at the waterfall. I saw lots of large fish but no small ones. I assumed the little ones had been eaten by the big ones. When I resurfaced, I held my thumb up to indicate that we had a good fishing spot. I let James and Toby swim at the same time. There was really no necessity for them to look for fish but I knew they would want to do it. When they resurfaced, they both held a thumb up to indicate they saw plenty of fish too. James held his hand out for me to pull him out of the water. I braced and pulled and he came out grinning. Then Toby held out his hand too and I pulled him up. He was grinning too and I was glad to see that expression on his face. We fished for a while and there was usually only a little waiting between catches. We quickly had a stringer full of good-sized fish. I looked at Tobys face each time he caught one and, for the first time, I thought I saw happiness. When the sun was directly overhead, I asked them to pole us a short distance away from the waterfall so we could go ashore for lunch. James put Lucky down and watched as he immediately went exploring, in sniff mode of course. When James whistled, the puppy came bounding back to him. James gave him a treat for coming back. I started a fire and then retrieved four fish from the stringer. Since Toby had my knives, I asked him to gut the fish and warned him that Little Boy was sharper than a razor. He slit the fish and dragged the entrails out like he had done it before. I stuck three of the fish through the side of the head with spears and propped them up before the fire. I looked around, found a small limb to use for Luckys fish, and then we sat on our haunches and talked until the fish were done. We ate the fish with our fingers and not a word was said until we were finished. I didnt say anything even when James fed Lucky and himself off one fish, alternating bites, and then did the same with another. We threw the skeletons in the lake so Lucky wouldnt get them. Only then did we get our lunches out of our backpacks for the rest of our meal. We poled back to the waterfall after lunch and quickly filled up two more stringers. By the time we started poling back, a fine cool mist was falling. At our landing spot, we broke out the rain capes and then cleaned the fish. I wanted to gut them and cut the heads off to lessen the weight of what we had to carry back. Toby gutted the fish with Little Boy, James cut the heads off with Big Boy and I packed three backpacks, with about twice as much in mine. By the time we washed and were ready to start back, the rain started. It was a light chilling rain so we put on clothes under our rain capes. We slogged our way home, exhausted but grinning at each other. We knew wed had a great day together. Anna and Caitlyn had a hot dinner waiting for us. <><><> A couple of nights later, I announced it was time Iain and James and I had a little boy-talk with Toby. He had gone to the room he shared with James shortly after dinner. We left Anna and Caitlyn and Aimee to have a little girl-talk and went out in the hallway. I briefly explained to Iain and James what I wanted to accomplish and, when they asked me what they should do to help, I said they should just wing it. After James explained to Iain what that meant, the three of us walked in on Toby. He was already propped up in bed, one hand behind his head, the other moving under his loincloth, just lying there staring at nothing. I walked up to the bed and took off my loincloth. James and Iain followed my example and the three of us stood there, naked, looking down at him as he stared up at us. He still had on his loincloth but his hand wasnt moving. Toby, we want to have a little talk with you, I said. Iain crawled in the bed and around beside Toby and leaned back against the wall. He very nonchalantly started playing with his penis. Toby looked back and forth from Iain to me and James. His face revealed his incomprehension. What do yall want to talk about? he asked. About sex, masturbation, what you want to do now that youre here, I said. Anything else you want to talk about. I swept one hand toward the bed to indicate to James that I wanted him to get in the bed ahead of me. He crawled in and lay down at the opposite end from Iain, leaned back against the wall, and promptly started stroking his semi-erect penis. I lay down and leaned back opposite Toby, settled my testicles comfortably on my thighs, wrapped my hand around my flaccid penis, and gave it a few strokes. I dont know, Toby said, and it was easy to see he was baffled by what the three of us had done. James says he thinks youre ashamed of masturbating, Iain said. Is that right? He reached over to Toby, untied the strap to his loincloth, and flipped it to one side. Tobys penis wasnt erect but it was clearly engorged and just short of blossoming into a hard-on. I dont understand you, Toby, James said. I lie in my bed at night and jack off with the light on. You turn the light off and hide what youre doing from me. Are you ashamed of doing it? Toby didnt answer him. He just looked around at the three of us, all stroking our erect or almost-erect penises. Toby, before Anna and Caitlyn joined us, the three of us did this lots of nights, I said. Its harmless, it lets off a little pressure, and its better than a sleeping pill. You shouldnt be ashamed of doing it. Its perfectly normal for guys to masturbate. Well, Ive never done it with guys before, he said. Maybe he was ashamed but his penis wasnt. It was now hard and standing up above his abdomen. Hey, Iain, youre about to smother one of your balls, James said. The other three of us looked. One of Iains testicles was down between his thighs and only one was showing. He pulled both of them up, closed his thighs, and let the pair settle down. Thanks, James, he said. My tolos need to breathe to stay healthy. James, what do you think of Tobys dick? I asked. Hes got a nice one; hasnt he? Yeah, but its kind of big already, James said. Hes going to make some poor girl grunt with that monster. Dont tease me, Toby said. I dontIPlease dont tease me. Toby, youve got to loosen up, Iain said. After a while, youre going to get to know us and, I promise you, youll have three of the best friends youve ever had. We kid around with each other and stuff like that all the time. The three of us are good friends. James is a really good friend and hes like a brother to me. David is a good friend too except hes more like a father. We want you to be our friend too. Toby, Im sorry I called your dick a monster, James said and giggled. Davids the one whos got a monster. Three pairs of eyes shifted toward my penis. I held it straight up, pulled down on the skin until the red head was tight and shiny, then shifted my grip down to my scrotum to show off the length of the shaft. I let them look for a moment. Iain whistled. James tried whistling too but his lips were trying to giggle. Toby looked at my monster and didnt say anything. Bad monster, I said. Be good. Shit! Im going to have a monster too when I grow up, James said. He held his dick up, skinned it back, shifted his grip to show all of the shaft, and then admired it. Well, I may not have a monster but I guess I can make do with mine, Iain said. It makes Caitlyn grunt sometimes. He pulled down on his testicles so the red head and all of the shaft of his dick showed. Maybe it wasnt a monster but Caitlyn probably thought it was. I started slowly stroking my dick and watched as James, then Iain, and finally Toby followed my example. Toby, sometimes we did more than just masturbate, I said. Have you ever played around with oral sex, you know, blowjobs? He looked at me and I interpreted the look on his face as confusion with maybe a little disbelief. Shit, I aint no queer, he said. Toby, Im ashamed of you, I said, with a stern look on my face. Do you know what you should have said? What? You should have said Im not a queer, I said, smiling. James giggled. Iain chuckled. Toby clearly didnt know what to say. Toby, Im not one of those either, Iain said. But Ive sucked James dick and Ive sucked Davids. Theyve sucked mine. We were just having fun and playing around. Id rather fuck around with Caitlyn any day but, for a while, these two horny guys were all I had to play with. James crawled diagonally across the bed, kneed Tobys legs apart, leaned over, and sucked his dick for a few seconds. He crawled over to me, slapped my hand out of the way, and took the head of my dick in his mouth. He licked and sucked for a few seconds and then crawled back to his place. As soon as he was settled, Iain knelt in front of Toby and gave Toby a good second round. Then he turned to James and gave him a little attention. I waited until he was back in his place and then I took a turn. I stroked Tobys dick up and down a few times, licked up the shaft of his dick from his balls to the head, took the head in my mouth, and tried to suck the head off. After a moment, I turned to Iain and did the same thing to him. I crawled back to my place and started stroking my dick again. Poor Toby looked like he couldnt believe what had just happened. Do you know why we did that, Toby? I asked. He shook his head no. Tell him, James, I said. Because were all gay and we think youre cute, James said, and then threw Toby an air kiss. Iain tried to contain his laughter but it was too much and it erupted. I couldnt help but laugh too. James tried to keep his face straight but finally he giggled. James, what am I going to do with you? I asked, and then slapped him gently on his stomach. I dont know, he said. Give me another chance? OK but try to keep it serious this time, I said to him and then looked at Toby. Toby, James has quite a sense of humor, I said. Sometimes it gets the best of him. Youll get used to it. I like it when he does something like what he just did with you. Im really glad he came to live with us. Toby, David says he wants to create a culture here where theres love, not hatred, James said. I agree with him. He wants all of us to be like a big loving family. He says hes not going to be a judge of what somebody else does about sex and hes not going to say what they cant do. Theres just one thing hes going to do his best to stop and thats hatred, whether its hatred of homosexuals or different races or different religions. He says if he sees somebody showing hatred toward others, hes going to make them wish they had never come here. Iain added something else. He says he doesnt even want to hear the words homosexual or lesbian or queer He paused and looked at James. or gay and stuff like that. If two guys or two girls want to love each other, thats OK with him. I agree with him on that. He wants women to be respected so they can be equal partners with us in this world. I agree with that too. Weve got a chance to create a new world, Toby. Lets do it right. I added my part. Toby, I know that if I want to start something here, Ive got to walk the walk as well as talk the talk. Thats why I sucked your dick. I think boys quite often explore sex with other boys. That doesnt make them homosexual or heterosexual. They're just exploring their own sex. I think most of them find a woman to love and then they have children together and create a loving family. Those are natural human longings. If you and James want to play around, I think thats normal too. Well, except for my first cousin, Ive never playeddone stuff with another guy, he said. I jack off lots but its usually by myself. Well, thats about to change, I said. Now, lets all jack off. Last one who comes has to clean the toilets. Anna had already commandeered me to help clean the toilets tomorrow. I didnt tell them that. After wed sprinkled four stomachs and chests with semen, after they got through teasing me for being last, and after we had a quick shower, I asked them to go back to Tobys bed with me. I wasnt through talking to Toby. James had something he wanted to talk about too. Toby, Iain and I used to sleep together most every night, he said, as soon as we were settled in bed like before. Would you like to sleep with me? Toby frowned. Why? Ive never slept with anybody else. I liked sleeping with Iain, James said. Lots of nights he would spoon up to me and put his arm over me and it felt good, like I wasnt so alone and somebody cared something about me. His dick would be right at the crack of my ass but I didnt worry cause hed said he would never try to fuck me. Sometimes I cuddled up to him the same way and my dick would be in his ass crack but I never tried to fuck him either. Course wed already got rid of a heavy load before we did that. You know why I liked it so much? Toby shook his head no. Because Iain and I would talk. We talked about everything. Talking is good, Toby. It helps you get to know the other guy and you learn youre just alike in lots of ways. After a while, you know youve got a friend, a good friend, and thats what Iain is to me. Toby, Iain told James he would never try to fuck him because I asked him not to, I said. What you two guys do is your business but I hope you wont try to fuck James either. When youre in bed together tonight, ask him to tell you why. Well, I dont want him to fuck me either, Toby said. When I was twelve, my first cousin fucked me for a while. He was three years older than me. Maybe it was more like rape. I hated it. I was really sick of it. One day I threatened to cut his balls off or kill him if he didnt leave me alone. He knew I meant it and he stopped. Toby, did you know that Aimee is a teacher? I asked. Thats one of the reasons shes here. Iain and James have been learning about sex from her. Iains taking a course in physics from her. James is taking English lessons from her. I wish youd let her teach you about sex and maybe English too. You could explore the subjects she can teach and maybe find something else youre interested in. Is it like going to school? he asked. I didnt like school. Heck no, Toby, James said. Aimee doesnt lecture to me. She assigns me some stuff to read and puts it on my tablet and its up to me to learn it. Then shell check on my progress and assign me something else. When I have questions, shell answer them for me. You dont just sit in classes? Toby asked. Nope, James said. That was boring to me too. Thats one reason I like the way Im learning now. Toby, I hope youve seen how we all work together here, I said. I want you to pitch in and help with everything. For starters, Id like you and James to run the rabbit snares every day. James knows how to field dress a rabbit and how to move the snares occasionally. You two might be able to kill us another deer. Toby interrupted me. I know how to field dress a rabbit too. Ive helped field dress a deer more than once. I continued. Tonight, get James to tell you about the time he and Iain killed one. And James, dont forget to keep an eye out for more Iain bushes. I want to lay in a supply of Iain wood to make bows and arrows this winter. Whats Iain bushes? Toby asked. Its a bush that sprouts multiple offshoots, sometimes maybe twenty or thirty, James said. Weve only found a few so far. The shoots are about twice as tall as I am and as hard as iron. If you bend them, they always spring back to their original shape. I cant break them. David tried with one about as big as my dick and he couldnt break it. Were going to make more bows and arrows with them this winter. If theyre hard as iron, why do you call them Iain bushes? James looked at Iain. You can tell him, Iain said. Its cause the wood is like Iains dick: straight and hard and unbreakable. James said and then giggled. But why do you want arrows that big? Toby asked. Can you shoot them? Toby, the big shoots are what well use to make the bow, James said. The little shoots will be arrows. Think how strong a bow as big around as Davids dick would be. Nobody could break it. Toby lowered his head and looked at me with a little grin. Ill bet I know somebody who could break it, he said. James played the straight man. Who? Anna, Toby said, and immediately grinned wider. I was glad to see him joking around with us. Shit! I was talking about an Iain wood bow, not Davids dick. James said and grinned too. Iain smiled and looked at me. David, before Toby arrived, you said we were going to make another trip to the isthmus and try to get a little pig or two. Could we do that sometime soon? OK, lets put that on the list of stuff to do, I said. Toby, David and Anna and James and I made a trip to the isthmus before Caitlyn came here and we ran into a bear, Iain said. It required all four of us to kill it but we did it. Get James to tell you about that tonight too. I wanted James to have more to talk about tonight. And after we make another trip to the isthmus, I want to make a trip around the mountain at sea level. And then after that, I want to go explore on the mainland for a few days. I want to do that but I cant take anyone who cant help defend themselves. I want to help you learn to use some of the weapons we have. Going around the mountain, well be safe. On the mainland, well be in some real danger. Get James to tell you why. Well be up all night, James said. I think weve thrown about enough at Toby for one night, I said. Ive got just a little more to say to him and then I want to go to bed. They all three looked at me expectantly. I tried to marshal my thoughts. Toby, youve just left a world where you were unhappy because you wanted to help your parents and they wouldnt let you. Youve started to become a man but youre not one yet. You were just a boy caught in a hopeless situation. They were the ones responsible for their lives. Thats behind you now. Youre in a new world now where your life will be what you make of it. I know you need to be loved and cared for and Im going to do that. So will all the others. Youre going to be part of a big family and were going to hang together by loving each other. Weve got to in order to survive. Eventually there will be twenty of us here, ten guys and ten girls. One of those girls will be your wife and the mother of your children. Think about that: being part of a big loving family with nine brothers and ten sisters and then creating a family of your own. Would you like your life to be like that? I waited for him to say something. He smiled, nodded his head, and said Yeah, I would. Good, now theres just one more thing Ive got to do and then Im going to bed. Ive got to piss. The four of us went to the toilet for a good-night piss before going to bed to sleep. We lined us, James, Toby, me, and Iain, and grinned at each other while we pissed. Afterward, Iain went to the bed chamber he shared with Caitlyn and I started toward the one I shared with Anna. Toby caught me by the arm and I stopped and looked at him. James kept on walking and went in their bed chamber. Thank you, David, Toby said. For what? I asked. His eyes looked moist. For trying to help me. I want to do what you said: be part of a big family and then have my own family. I really want to do it. I want to do it right. I dont want to fuck up like my parents. I wrapped him up in a big hug. He didnt resist. Without thinking, I reached up and rubbed the back of his head and kissed him on the cheek. When I turned him loose, he smiled at me and went to his bed chamber. I stood there for a moment longer, wondering what he and James would have to say to each other when they were in their room together. I closed my eyes and invoked the cool response to see if I could hear them. What did you do? James asked. Why are you grinning? Nothing. I just wanted to say thank you to David. He hugged me and rubbed the back of my head and kissed me on the cheek. Feels good; doesnt it? Yeah. Toby, Davids a good man. Trust him. Hell do what he says. <><><> The morning after our boy-talk with Toby, I was up early as usual. After a quick trip to the toilet, I went in the kitchen and started banging things around. Anna and I had the cooking duty and I knew she would be with me in a few minutes. Instead, Lucky came scampering in, wagging his tail as usual. Iain and Caitlyn came in a minute or so later and I asked them to take Lucky outdoors for his morning pee. Anna came in the kitchen before they came back and started helping me. I was deliberately making enough noise to wake the dead and I wondered where James and Toby were. James was usually good about getting up in the morning. With all the topics Toby was supposed to ask him about, I knew they might have been awake late talking about killing the deer and the bear and why Id asked Iain not to fuck James. Iain and Caitlyn came back with Lucky and started setting the table. Anna felt it was important for all of us to sit down at the table together as often as possible, to make us more like a family. I fried the fish while Anna toasted some bread. With some fruit, that was out usual breakfast now that eggs werent available. When everything was ready, I stood for a moment listening and trying to hear noises from two sleepy boys. I didnt so I took Annas hand and we went down the hall to their bedroom. The door was open so we walked in. James and Toby were in bed together. I glanced at Tobys bed and saw no signs that it had been used. Both were facing toward me and James was spooned up to Toby, with his arm over Tobys chest. Tobys hand was on top of James, holding it against his chest. A blanket covered them up to their waists but I could see that James right leg was over Tobys left, the same way Anna and I had been when we woke up. Lucky jumped up on the bed and licked two faces. Both opened their eyes a little and smiled. Breakfast is ready, I said and Anna and I left them. <><><> During the following days, we continued to greet the morning or to say goodbye to the day with songs from Iain and some music he felt was appropriate. Toby was as mesmerized by his voice as the rest of us. We also listened to Station IAIN on occasion. Because of my dedication to my mission, I had never been exposed to music and I welcomed Iains choices, whether they were classical or musicals or even opera. Iains talents also included dancing. He had been studying Irish dancing when he came to our world and James coaxed him into demonstrating his abilities once. Aimee played the music and Iain danced and all of us were enthralled. He apologized afterwards, saying he was just learning, and had faltered more than once. I saw nothing but perfection and I told him so. Iain also started dance lessons for all of us. He insisted on warming up with all of us lining up in a row on the terrace, one behind the other, me in front, and marching. He said all dancing was just moving to music. I had not marched to the Stars and Stripes Forever in years but, when Aimee played it, my feet automatically started moving. Iain asked Aimee to play the Blue Danube Waltz and we listened to it for a few minutes and then chose partners. I chose Anna as my waltz partner. Iain chose Caitlyn. That left James and Toby and they couldnt decide who was going to be the girl. Iain settled the argument. He offered to play the girl with me and told James to dance with Caitlyn and Toby to dance with Anna. Later, James decided he could play the girl and dance with Toby so I got to practice with Anna after all. I remembered one night in Flagstaff when we had danced together so well. After a few faux pas, I felt almost the same way waltzing with her. On one occasion, we made another trip to the isthmus. When Caitlyn heard about the oysters there, she volunteered to make an oyster pie if she could have some help. I quickly volunteered James and Toby. We carried a big pot with a lid so we could shuck the oysters there and not have to carry shells up the mountain. James and Toby both wore the pot on their head part of the way and held the lid like a shield. James let Lucky walk some of the way and he followed along faithfully, sniffing everything. At the isthmus, I asked the others to go slow, to fan out as much as possible, and to keep a wary eye out for any dangers. Anna and I walked on the south side of the isthmus, Iain and Caitlyn in the middle, and James and Toby on the north shore. My intention was to go only as far as I thought was absolutely safe. We had gone only a short distance when I heard James yell. He and Toby had found a huge turtle, one that probably weighed more than me. I knew nothing about the different species of sea turtles but this one was a mottled green on his shell. We all stood looking at it and talking about killing and eating it but I suppose we all hated to harm the creature. As we left, it slowly made its way back into the water. We found a freshly-disturbed area of sand but there were no pigs in sight at first. I climbed up on a large rock, invoked the cool response, and looked further down the isthmus. I saw one little pig wandering around aimlessly but there were no others in sight. When I told the others what I had seen, James and Toby wanted to go after it immediately. When I told Toby how dangerous the sow could be if her brood was menaced, he wasnt in such a hurry. I wanted to try a stealthy kill, not a wild chase and kill. I let James go with me while all the others stayed behind and we quietly and carefully went looking for the little pig. I carried the cutter mattock which was so useful in prying oysters loose and James carried a spear. The pig walked out from behind a rock and grunted once or twice when he saw us. It squealed once when I whacked it in the head with the cutter mattock but the wind was blowing from the south and I didnt think the sow would hear. I handed the mattock to James, asked him to keep watch behind us, and carried the porker by two legs while we quietly hurried back to where the others were waiting. Once near Aimees shield, I wanted to let the pig bleed out and to remove its entrails before we carried it back up the mountain. I wasnt sure Caitlyn would want to watch and I asked Anna to take her out of sight but she protested, saying she knew what had to be done and she wouldnt faint. Toby and James and I waded out in the surf and they held the pig by its hind legs while I slit its throat. Toby didnt even flinch when blood splattered on his legs. Anna and Iain and Caitlyn stood watching and nobody turned their head. Toby turned his head when I split the pig from its asshole to its chest. I was too busy to look to see how the others reacted. I took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to puke, and used my bare hands to pull its entrails out. Later the others waded out and took turns prying oysters off the rocks on the north side of the isthmus. I stood on the shore and, as soon as they brought me oysters, I shucked them and dropped the meat and juices in the pot. I missed the pot with a few oysters and Lucky probably swallowed them whole. James wanted to try shucking but I was reluctant to let him use Little Boy to do it. I felt confident doing it myself and I didnt want anybody to get cut and ruin another perfect day. I had asked James to be prepared to bring the oysters and a pig, if we got one, back up the mountain. I stood and watched as he expertly tied the lid on top of the pot and then tied the pot to a long bamboo pole. Then he tied the pigs front legs together, its hind legs together, and put another pole between them. I ruffled his wild hair and told him I couldnt have done it better myself. The pot was lighter than the pig so I let James and Toby carry it while Iain and I carried the porker. Anna and Caitlyn shared carrying Lucky. We arrived home just as the sun was setting, tired and sweaty and hungry but gloriously alive and happy. All six of us crowded into the shower for a quick bath and only James and Toby got an erection. Everybody ignored their aroused state even when we crowded into the circle where the warm air dried us. Maybe everybody else was as hungry as I was. We all raided the kitchen refrigerator room for leftovers and ate while sitting at the table naked. I felt it was another perfect day in paradise, in a world of my choosing. <><><> Iain mentioned the problem to me, I relayed it to Anna, and she proposed a solution. If either one of us tried to solve the problem, Caitlyn might not cooperate. If Aimee tried to help, Caitlyn was more likely to listen. Anna suggested that Aimee act as the teacher, that she and I would then demonstrate Aimees recommendation, and that Caitlyn and Iain would then follow our example. She discussed the problem with Aimee, outlined her ideas, and then asked for her help. Aimee readily agreed. When Anna asked Caitlyn if she and Iain were happy and satisfied with their sex life, she was slow in answering and finally admitted that she wanted Iain to love her but sometimes she didnt know what to do to please him. Aimee was listening as usual and asked Caitlyn if she would like her to suggest some ways to improve their love-making. One night, during dinner, there was constant horse-play and joking and laughing and giggling and tickling. I couldnt help but be reminded of an afternoon in France when my cousins Gabrielle and Danielle had giggled so much while they masturbated me to four orgasms. I finally made Gabi and Dani stop but I couldnt bring myself to stop the four teen-agers at dinner. Once Toby and James started whispering back and forth to each other. I waited for Anna to tell them it wasnt a polite thing to do when Toby leaned away from James and exclaimed loudly: Guacamole! What? James asked. David said I shouldnt cuss so much, he answered. He said I should try saying guacamole instead ofyou know what. What? James repeated. You know. Im trying to say guacamole instead of what the He looked at me again. instead of what the f-word! Caitlyn evidently knew too. She started giggling again and she infected Iain and the two of them passed it on to me and Anna and last James and Toby. I never did learn what caused Toby to exclaim Guacamole. And that was still the mood when four of us ended up in the same bed, a freshly made one in an unused bed chamber. I had asked James and Toby to make themselves scarce and they had disappeared into their bedroom shortly after dinner. Anna led me by the hand into the room and Caitlyn and Iain followed. We were all dressed as we had been during dinner: wearing nothing but loincloths. We started toward the bed but Iain caught Caitlyns arm. Kate, would you take your hair out of a ponytail, he asked. Its beautiful and Id like to see it loose. She turned her back to him, told him to do it, and he fumbled but he managed to untie her ponytail. She shook her head wildly and her hair fell into long straight golden tresses, some down past her breasts in front. I looked at Anna and lifted my eyebrows. She turned her back to me and I released her dark hair. It was shorter than Caitlyns and had a natural wave to it. Since the first time I saw her without her baseball cap, I had thought her hair was beautiful and suited her perfectly. She shook her head too and then grinned at me. I heard a shriek and then more giggling and when I turned around, Caitlyn was pretending to fight off Iain. Iain goosed me, Mama, she said. Hes bad. Anna played Mama to perfection. Be good, Iain, or Ill make you go straight to bed, she said. At Aimees instructions, Caitlyn crawled in the bed first, Iain second, me third, and Anna last. Iain and I were flat on our back and close together but in opposite directions, with pillows under our heads, our loincloths covering our good parts. Caitlyn and Anna were on each side of us, sitting or kneeling as women do so well, knees bent, feet under their butts. Aimee began. Caitlyn, Anna tells me you want to improve your sexual activities with Iain. Is that correct? Yes, Aimee, I want Iain to love me but sometimes I dont know what to do when were making love. I dont know what Im supposed to do and he doesnt want to tell me. Caitlyn, you know I must never reveal what occurs in the bed chamber where you and your husband sleep, Aimee said. In this bed chamber, do I have your permission to advise you in ways you might make him happier with you and you with him? David and Anna are going to demonstrate what I recommend. I hope you and Iain will follow their example. Will you do that? Yes, Aimee, we will, Iain said, and then looked at Caitlyn. She answered yes in a little girls soft voice and then giggled again. Then the first thing I want you to do is to put your hand under your husbands loincloth and hold what you find there. Dont do anything to it. Just hold it until you feel it change. Anna slid her hand under my loincloth, wrapped it around my penis, and held it. It was warm and engorged but still soft. The touch of her hand provoked it and within a few seconds it was almost as large as it gets but not quite as hard. Anna and I watched Caitlyn reach under Iains loin cloth. She sat there for a moment and then began to smile. I suppose Iains penis had reacted the same way mine did. Caitlyn, from your smile, I assume you are holding something that has just enlarged in your hand, Aimee said. Think about what has just happened. A woman holds a power over a man from which he has no defense. Just the touch of your hand has made him want you and wanting you has made his penis get ready to penetrate you. You hold that power, Caitlyn. Never forget it. I wont, Caitlyn whispered, and then giggled again. David and Iain, would you please remove your loin-cloths? Aimee asked. I untied mine, lifted my butt, and Anna whisked it out of the way. I looked at Iain and saw his penis was about the same as mine: lying on his stomach and almost hard but not yet standing up in the air. Now look at his testicles, Aimee said. Touch them gently with your fingers. Lean over and look closely at them. His scrotum is a marvelous mechanism for regulating the temperature of his testicles. Did you know that his testicles must be cooler than his body in order to produce sperm? Without viable sperm, there cannot be babies. Get to know his testicles. They can give you what you want. You do want to have children with Iain; dont you? Yes, but just not right now, Caitlyn whispered. I lay there and enjoyed Anna playing with my testicles and watched Caitlyn playing with Iains. Anna leaned over and gave each of my testicles a kiss. My penis ratcheted up a notch. We both looked at Caitlyn to see what she would do. She gave both of Iains testicles a kiss and then, very provocatively looking at me, licked both of them. Anna followed her example and licked both of mine. I like Iains tolos, she said and giggled again. They really are shaped more like eggs than balls; arent they? I thought Aimee was doing a great job of slowly leading us on. From the smile on Annas face, I assumed she was enjoying playing as much as I was. I could have done without Caitlyns teen-girl giggling but I was glad to see her relaxed with us. Aimee waited for the giggling to stop and then gave the ladies another task to do. Now wrap your hand around his penis and slide it up and down a few times. It is another marvelous mechanism. The blood flow in it is regulated to permit the retention of blood in three cavernous bodies. It becomes erect in order to transmit his sperm into your vagina. You are the one who has caused that to happen, Caitlyn. You hold the power to do this. It is like a miracle; isnt it? Annas warm hand gently moving up and down on my penis alternately covering and uncovering the red head was enough to make it ratchet up another notch. It felt stiff enough to deliver a big load to her vagina. I already wanted to do just that. I wanted to fuck her up the wall and across the ceiling and down the wall again. Once, after Anna had joined me in our new world, when she and I were still new to each other, she had said something to me after a wild bout of making love in our bed chamber. I had been completely lost in the wonder of fucking her and had surrendered to the beast in me. We were in the missionary position, me on top, her beneath, her arms around my chest, her ankles locked over my ass. My arms were partially under her back and my hands were cupped around her shoulders, trying to hold her in place. My knees and toes were pushing at the mattress for traction. I was wildly thrusting every centimeter of my penis into her hot and wet vagina. When I came, I felt like I was emptying my balls and my heart and my brain into her. Afterwards she had said she felt like she was going to be driven across the bed by my thrusts, up the wall behind her, across the ceiling of our bed alcove, head first down the other wall, and back to the center of the mattress. I had apologized and asked if I was too rough on her. She had answered that she loved hanging on and going for a ride with me shoving my dick in her. She said that if I had hurt her too much she would have just bitten me harder. Bitten me? I looked at both shoulders. On one I saw a clear imprint of her teeth. On the other I saw her teeth marks and there was a little blood on my shoulder. I had not even been conscious of being bitten. Now, Caitlyn, I want you to do something that is extremely important, Aimee said. Men are always a little unsure of themselves in sexual matters. In spite of their bravado, theres always a young boy in them, insecure and innocent and shy. They want a woman to accept their male sexuality with love and with enthusiasm. They want a woman to approve of their maleness. This is one way to show that you accept it. Take the head of his penis in your mouth and just hold it. Its clean. It has fewer germs than your mouth does. I watched and felt Anna take the head of my penis in her mouth. I watched Caitlyn follow her example. After a moment, Caitlyn took her mouth off Iains penis. It tastes sweet, she said. Is that his come, I mean, his semen? No, Caitlyn, Aimee said. At this stage, what you taste is probably a pre-ejaculate fluid which comes from the Cowpers glands. It lubricates his urethra and helps in ensuring fertilization. From Iains diet, his semen probably will also taste slightly sweet. But I dont want his stuffhis semen, in my mouth, Caitlyn said and then put her mouth back over the head of Iains penis. Caitlyn, that is something for you to decide, Aimee said. It is not part of what I had planned for tonight. Even though Iain and I were lying in opposite directions, our hips were almost side by side. The way Caitlyn and Anna were laying, I couldnt see Annas face but I could see Caitlyns. I could see her eyes looking at me while Iains dick was in her mouth. I winked at her and, a moment later, she winked back. I stuck out my tongue at her and waited. She took her mouth off Iains penis long enough to stick out her little pink tongue at me. I stuck out my tongue again and simulated licking something. She grinned slightly, shook her head no, and took his penis in her mouth again. Then she surprised me. She took her mouth off Iains penis for a moment, held her mouth in a big O, winked at me again, and then wrapped her lips around Iains dick again. Damn, she might be shy but she was a born cock tease. Annas hand moved slowly up and down on my penis and her mouth sucked gently on the head with each stroke. I wondered if she had forgotten that she was supposed to wait for Aimee to tell us what to do next. I looked at Caitlyn and she was doing the same thing to Iain but she had turned her head so that she was now looking at him. Caitlyn, a man likes to have a woman do what you are doing, Aimee said. They want you to be the one who initiates sexual play sometimes. Look at Iains face. See his smile. It shows that you are pleasing him. Aimee let Anna and Caitlyn have their way with me and Iain while we lay there, hands behind out head, eyes closed, grinning slightly. Anna was certainly pleasing me. I was glad she was doing it slowly. I wanted to play some more before I came. Caitlyn, David and Anna are going to demonstrate something that all young couples like to try: pleasing each other at the same time, Aimee said. There is just one thing wrong with it. When you do it with Iain, see if you can guess what it is. Aimee didnt tell Anna what to do but Anna knew what was expected. She straddled me in the classic sixty-nine position. I knew what to do too. I lifted my head and gave her pussy a few tentative licks. When I looked to the side, Caitlyn was on top of Iain with her mouth on his penis. Iains face was buried between her thighs. I returned my attention to Anna. What Anna was doing to my penis and what I was doing to her pussy was certainly pleasing me. Aimee let us play for a moment and then asked us all to stop. Caitlyn, why did you push back the foreskin of Iains penis? I thought he would enjoy it more that way, she answered. I know how sensitive the head is and how his foreskin protects it. Im not a complete dummy when it comes to men. That is true, Caitlyn, Aimee said, but you also have a protective hood over your clitoris. When Iain licked you, did he push that hood back in order to reach your clitoris with his tongue? She must have had to think for a moment. No, I dont think so. Caitlyn, your clitoris is analogous to the head of Iains penis but it smaller and more sensitive. His tongue is perfectly suited for stimulating your clitoris. It is well lubricated and is soft and smooth. As part of your foreplay, oral sex is a very good way to please each other. But it is better when you do it alternately, not at the same time. But does he really like it, I mean, licking me? she asked. I dont want him to think Imnasty or something down there and maybe I smell bad. Lovers should always make sure their genitals are clean before having sex, Aimee said. Your vagina exudes a lubricant which will permit easier entry of his penis. It has a distinctive odor which most men find very arousing. Are you ready to continue? She got four yeses or grunts or nods and then continued. Anna, would you show Caitlyn how you perform oral sex on David for a minute or so, Aimee said. When I call time, I want you to change your positions so David and Iain can perform oral sex on you and Caitlyn. I believe David and Iain both know how to move your clitoral hood out of the way so their tongues come in contact with your clitorises. While Anna was sucking my dick, I watched Caitlyn sucking Iains. She was kneeling between Iains legs and her little fanny was just a couple of feet away from my head. I had a good view between her thighs of her little closed virginal-looking mound, a little crease with little wet-looking lips protruding. I looked down at Anna and knew she saw where I had been looking. With my dick still in her mouth she shook her head. I was caught in the act and I grinned helplessly at her. She took her mouth off my dick long enough to smile back at me. I didnt feel like apologizing. After all, I was just a man. Iain and I both knew our role in our little play. We had agreed that this would be a good point at which to give Caitlyn and Anna an orgasm. We were both hoping it would not be their last for the night. When Aimee called time, Anna and Caitlyn changed their positions so they were side by side and both lying on their backs in the same direction. I moved between Annas legs, Iain moved between Caitlyns and, side by side, we started. I glanced over once and saw that indeed Iain remembered how to expose a womans clitoris to his tongue. He had his thumbs on each side of her mound and her little red button was exposed: swollen and wetly shining. Aimee was right. It didnt take long. I think Caitlyn came first but I was so immersed in what I was doing to Anna that I didnt even hear her or maybe it was Annas moans which drowned out Caitlyns. When I finally looked up, Iain was on his knees looking down at Caitlyn. It was obvious from her face that she had come and probably come hard. I looked down at Anna and saw her face in that same Mona Lisa smile, like Leonardo had his head under her skirt and she had just come. I am going to ask David and Iain to delay their orgasms for just a little longer, Aimee said. David is going to demonstrate one more position which both a man and a woman can enjoy. David, would you get behind Anna and insert your penis into her vagina? Would I? Youre damn right I would. I was so horny I would probably have tried to stick it in her ear if I could. I scrambled around behind Anna, lifted her right leg, probed with my dick, and then felt her fingers guiding the head to the sweet spot. Her pussy was drooling as I pushed my dick into her. Finally I was where I had wanted to be for too long. I eased into and out of her and watched Iain doing the same with Caitlyn. The little split in her mound was stretched around his penis with a little pink showing where the lips came together. Anna, can you lean back and put your right arm around Davids neck? Aimee asked. She could and did. Now, David, see what you can reach with your mouth, Aimee said. I knew what I could reach. I leaned forward and Anna met me in an open-mouthed kiss. I twisted downward and took one little erect nipple between my lips and sucked on it. Anna groaned. I remembered that I was supposed to be fucking her so I started slowly and gently thrusting into her. I looked at Iain and Caitlyn. They were in a mirror position and Iain had his lips over one of Caitlyns nipples. She barely had breasts but her nipples stood up enough for any baby to suck on. David, would you use your fingers to stimulate Annas clitoris? Aimee asked. I had made love to Anna often enough like this and I knew how to please her. I eased my fingers down around the shaft of my penis, pulled part way out of her, and transferred some of her juices from my penis to my fingers. I wanted two well-lubed fingers to use when I gently stroked her clitoris. She usually came very quickly when I did it right. I did it just right this time. I quickly had her moaning and groaning again and then I felt her internal muscles clenching and then relaxing. I couldnt wait any longer. I was desperate to come myself and I knew that we had done everything that Anna and Aimee had planned. All that was left now was for me and Iain to get on top in the best-of-all missionary positions and give them the coup de gras or maybe the coup de dick. I couldnt keep myself restrained any longer. I had to let my beast loose. I scrambled around again, pushed Anna down flat on her back, kneed her legs apart, and had my dick in her pussy within seconds after she came. I had been hard and wanting too long and I wrapped her up in my arms, used my knees and toes for traction, and shoved my dick in her without mercy until I poured out what felt like a gallon of semen right on her cervix. Anna liked me to keep my penis in her vagina until it softened and I did too and so I held myself up off her with my arms and slowly relaxed. When I finally rolled off her and flopped down beside her, I glanced at Caitlyn and Iain. He was already on his back and she was lying half on him with her milky-white little ass toward me. At Annas instructions, I had cached a bunch of dry washcloths under the corner of the mattress. I found them and passed them out for everybody. I knew Anna liked to keep something handy so her overflow didnt mess the bed. I didnt know about Caitlyn. I lifted up and looked. She had one between her legs. So did Anna. Iain was wiping his dick with one. I wiped off my dick, fell back down beside Anna, and closed my eyes. I was about to fade into sleep when Caitlyn surprised me again. She crawled over Anna on her hands and knees, leaned over, and kissed her gently on the lips. I heard her whisper, Thank you, Anna, and then she turned to me. When she kissed me on the lips, I grabbed her behind her head, opened my mouth, and gave her a little touch of tongue. The surprise came when she gave me a little tongue in return. She whispered, Thank you, David, and then did something that was more shock than surprise. I felt the silken tresses of her hair trail down over my chest and stomach and lifted my head to see what she was doing. I couldnt see for all the golden hair but I felt her hand lifting my swollen penis and pushing the foreskin back and her hot little mouth all around the head. She lifted her head, threw her hair back, winked at me, and crawled back over Anna to Iain. He was waiting for her. He smiled at me and winked too. Maybe he had put her up to doing it. We slept four to a bed that night. I was very careful to keep Anna in front of me. I knew my dick had a mind of its own when it was behind Anna. I didnt think Caitlyn was ready for it to start sniffing around her ass in the middle of the night. TO BE CONTINUED

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Eight As I slowly regained consciousness, I became aware that I was reclining in something soft. The temperature was comfortable and the air was moving softly over my naked body. But I was in misery. I ached in every part of my body especially my head. I had the grandfather of all headaches, something like the jet lag Id experienced a few times but much more intense. I felt nauseous and I breathed deeply a few times to suppress the urge to throw up. My bladder was screaming at me to be emptied and my right hand was wrapped around a rigid piss-hard. I struggled to open my eyes, cracked my eyelids for a second, and saw only blackness. I lay there, still breathing deeply, trying to come awake, and, when I opened my eyes briefly a second time, I saw dim light framed by something rectangular a short distance in front of me. The third time I opened them, I saw a television or computer flat-screen monitor mounted on the wall in front of me. The screen was blank. When I opened them again a minute or so later, I saw the same thing except that the monitor had a single word blinking on it: WAITING. I closed my eyes again and then suddenly the implications of the blinking word struck me and my eyes popped open wide. I saw the word WAITING again and I knew it was waiting for input from me. I looked around. I was in a big comfortable recliner, black, leather looking, and long enough for my legs. On each side of me were the usual two arms. I assumed the lever to change positions was on the right side so I dropped my hand down on that side. No lever. Two buttons. I pushed the one to the rear and the chair silently reclined further. I pushed the one to the front and the recliner slowly lifted into the sitting position. I felt something around my right leg and looked down. My knives, Big Boy and Little Boy, were in their scabbard, strapped around my thigh. I pulled Big Boy out and looked at it. It was clean. There was no sign of blood. The blade was as shiny as always and the handle was clean. I remembered how bloody it had been when I used it last and I couldnt remember cleaning it. Puzzled, I slid it back in its sheath. Then I realized that my dirty ragged clothing was gone. The fake metal brace was no longer on my right leg. The fake scar was gone from my knee. My leg, in fact both legs, looked as clean as if I'd just come from a shower. I breathed deeply and couldnt smell the obnoxious stuff I had put on my body. I was even more puzzled. The room brightened and I looked back at the monitor. Now there was a womans image on it and she seemed to be looking directly at me. I stared at her unmoving image until I saw a smile gradually lift up the corners of her mouth. She was a beautiful young woman, a brunette, with long hair neatly parted in the middle, clothed in a soft-looking blue shirt opened just enough to reveal a little of her youthful breasts. She looked very intelligent and alert. I was startled when she spoke to me. If you need to urinate, the toilet is out the door and to the right. Please come back here as soon as you are finished. I need some information from you. I looked around the room, trying to comprehend what had happened to me. I was in a room with a strange-looking television or computer monitor that was so flat it appeared painted on the wall. The biggest piece of furniture in the room was the recliner in which I was sitting. On each side of the recliner there were two smaller upright chairs. Against the wall near the monitor, there were two rolling cabinets with what looked like medical devices on them. The wall itself was covered with shelves and little doors symmetrically arranged on each side of the monitor. The woman on the monitor seemed to be aware of my presence so I assumed that somewhere there was a real live woman ready to communicate with me. I was confused and couldn't think clearly but the last memory I had was of a bloody room in the hotel in Mamoon in Islamistan. I remembered killing Grand Ayatollah Muqtada Al-Badr and I was content that I had accomplished my mission. I remembered too the explosion of the grenade in the room with me and being pulled backward, not pushed, into oblivion. Where am I? I croaked. My throat was dry and uncomfortable. What is your name? the woman asked. David, I said. David Blunderbuss. David, please use the toilet and then return here. It is out the door and to the right. I need some information from you and then I can begin to answer your questions. She smiled at me again. Then I realized that she might be smiling because of the image in front of her - a tall naked man with a rigid penis sticking up from his lower abdomen. Who are you? I asked. I do not have a name, David, she answered. I chose a womans image since you are evidently a man. I thought you might respond more favorably to a woman. What do you mean? You dont have a name. Everybody has a name. No, David, I do not. If it is important to you, would you like to give me a name? I couldnt understand why she didnt have a name. Then I realized that she said she chose a womans image. Even with my muddled mind, I wondered if she or he or it could have chosen a mans image. I want to talk to a man, I said. The womans image slowly changed into a mans image, a handsome dark-haired young man, hair parted neatly in the middle, in a soft-looking blue shirt. He looked eerily similar to the image of the woman. Is this better, David? he asked, in what was clearly a man's voice. No, I like the woman better, I said. The mans image changed back into a womans image, the same as before. David, if it is important to you, please give me a name, she said, with a warm smile. Then go to the toilet, return here, and let me gather some information from you. Well, merde! I said, in complete disbelief at what Id seen. No, David, that is not nice, she said, smiling. I dont want to be named Merde. Would you give me another name? I thought of my mothers name, her middle name by which my father usually called her. I hereby name you Aimee. Beloved, she said. I like that name, David. From now on, I will respond to that name. Now, please go urinate and come back here. I stood up, holding on to the chair until I had tested my legs. They worked, a little like a drunken man's, but they worked. I looked around for the exit and staggered to it. There was no door in the opening but I saw a sliding door in a pocket on the right side of the wall. The wall was at least twice as thick as walls usually are. I walked through and found myself in a wide hallway, as wide as most rooms, with multiple openings on both sides. I looked to the left and saw about a dozen doors, all closed, with one big door, closed too, at the end of the hallway. The hallway was about as long as a football field and I was on the fifty-yard line. I looked to the right and saw just as many doors, all open, except for a big door at the other end of the hallway. I turned to the right and saw that the first door led to a wall just a few feet inside with a woman's silhouette to the left and a man's to the right. I turned right again and found myself in a spacious toilet with sinks, urinals, and enclosed commodes, enough to service a lot of people. There were ten urinals against one wall, the kind that went from about waist high to the floor. I went to the first urinal and, as soon as I stood in front of it, water started running down it. I leaned over and rested my left hand on the wall, held my penis down with my right, closed my eyes, and pissed and pissed and pissed some more, then shuddered in wonderful relief, and stood there milking the last drops out. As soon as I walked away, the water stopped running down the urinal. I went to one of the sinks and saw a spigot but no handle. I cupped my hands underneath the spigot and warm water immediately filled my hands. I scrubbed my face, especially my eyes, ran my wet fingers through my long hair, combing it straight back. In the mirror, it was just as I remembered, almost down to my shoulders, and I had a crazy thought that now I could have a haircut. I still had a dark mustache and I wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. I looked around for some way to dry my hands, saw nothing, and rubbed them on my stomach. I was curious, more than curious, maybe mystified, wondering where I was and how I had been brought here and why I was here. When I left the toilet, I turned to the right again and went to the next opening. Soft lights came on as soon as I walked through the door. I was in a sleeping chamber, with alcoves to the right, left, and center in front of me, each raised about two feet off the floor. In each alcove there was a mattress with pillows and blankets stacked neatly at one end. Each alcove was big enough for two people, even one as tall as me. I turned, went back into the hall, and then to the right to the next opening. It was another sleeping chamber, identical to the first with no furniture, just three alcoves for sleeping. This time, I noticed a round image above the door. It was dark on the bottom and light on the top. A slim red arrow extended from the center to the edge in the dark area, at about two hundred or so degrees. If it was a clock, it was like none I'd ever seen. Maybe it meant that the time was about half way between midnight and dawn. I continued down the hallway, walked into three more sleeping chambers, each with the same clock above the door and each with three sleeping alcoves with mattresses, pillows, and neatly folded blankets. I finally realized that there was something unusual about the sleeping chambers. There were no windows. I was about to return to Aimee when I remembered that the end of the hallway held a big closed door. The opening was more than twice as wide as the others and held a double door that seemed to be made of metal. I looked around for some way to open it, saw nothing, and banged on it with my fist. It seemed thick and heavy, almost like the door to a safe. I wondered what was behind it that caused it to be kept closed from me when everything else was open. Returning up the hallway, I counted five more sleeping chambers on the other side and then I stopped before returning to the room and to Aimee. I thought about what I'd seen - ten rooms with three sleeping alcoves for two people each. Sleeping accommodations for sixty people but where was everybody? I seemed to be the only one, wherever I was, and probably the first since everything in the sleeping chambers looked unused. I looked in the room directly across the hallway from the toilet and found the bathing facilities. Against the far wall of the big room, sunk down in the floor, there was what would have been a huge pool, except that it was completely dry. To the right and left, I saw shower heads, five on each side, extending out of the wall with a single control lever just below. I couldn't resist. I unstrapped my knife scabbard, hung it on one of the control levers, and then moved over to the adjacent one. I studied the control lever. On the wall behind it, there was a half circle with red dot on the left and blue dot on the right. Hot and Cold. That was clear enough even in my almost-unthinking state. I pulled the lever straight up and nothing happened. I leaned it to the left a little and immediately the showerhead drenched me with slightly warm water. I pushed the lever slowly to the left and the temperature of the water increased. When it was as hot as I could comfortably stand, I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall with the hot water beating down on my head and shoulders. For a few minutes, I stood there trying to make sense of everything. How did I get from Mamoon, Islanistan, to wherever I was now with no memory of being moved? Where was I now? Why were there ten sleeping chambers each capable of easily holding six people? How could I interact with a computer that was evidently much more advanced than any I had heard about? Most of all, how was I alive - and I knew I was - when my last memory was being blown backwards by a grenade in a dingy hotel in Mamoon on the edge of the square around the Imam al-Hussein Shrine? Then I remembered distinctly the feeling that I was being pulled backwards away from the grenade's blast, not pushed backwards from the blast, and that was just one more puzzle I could not fathom. A memory of the four days I spent with Anna suddenly surfaced, of the last night we had together, Monday night, of showering together in our hotel suite at the Ponderosa Inn. I was standing in the Jacuzzi with my back toward the shower, hot water beating down on my back and shoulders. Anna was kneeling on a towel she had so carefully folded and placed in the bottom of the tub, one hand holding my testicles, the other holding my penis down horizontally and moving up and down rapidly on the shaft, her mouth moving up and down on the head. She had warned me that she was going to suck my balls out through the head of my penis. With the strong suction she was exerting, I almost believed it was possible. But I didn't want to come in her mouth; I wanted to come inside her, with my penis buried in her depths, squirting out its deposit at the entrance to her womb. Regardless of how unlikely it was, I wanted to impregnate her. When I felt the first twinges of an impending orgasm, before the moment of inevitability, I stopped her and made her come to bed with me, both of us still wet, and then proceeded to "fuck her out of her mind," her words, not mine. I suddenly realized that I had one hand on my penis, that I was slowly stroking it, and that it was almost erect again. I opened my eyes, turned the shower from hot to cold, and shook my head, trying to clear all the cobwebs from my mind. Where was Anna? Where was I? I was somewhere strange and could not remember how I had been brought here. I knew that Aimee had to be a computer-generated image but she was so unbelievably human. Could she answer some of my questions, especially where I was and where Anna was and how could we get back together. I knew I had to find Anna. I was one with her, whole for the first time in my life, knowing without any doubt that we were inextricably linked. Without her, life would not be worth living. I knew I had to go back to Aimee, whoever she or it was, and try to get some answers. I turned off the shower and looked around for some way to get dry. I saw a large circle in the floor about equidistant from the two shower areas and what looked like a grating drain covering the circle. I walked over to it, bent over to look down, and immediately felt a strong downdraft of warm air. I straightened up and the down draft stopped. I looked up and saw a large hole in the ceiling. I stuck my arm out, crossing over the circle in the floor, and the air started again. I was struck by the ingenuity and simplicity of the idea. Who needed towels when they could have this? First the urinals recognized the presence of my body and now something was sensing my presence inside the circle and turning on the flow of warm air. Some one had evidently put some thought into providing simple solutions to common problems. After standing under the downdraft of warm air for a few minutes, running my fingers through my long hair to dry it, I felt almost human again. I started to leave the bathing facilities and realized I was about to walk off and leave the Boys. I went back to the showerhead where I had left them and joined the upper belt with the lower so the scabbard belt went around my waist instead of the two parts around my thigh. I had no reason to think I needed Big Boy or Little Boy but I felt more at ease just having them with me. When I left the bathing facilities and returned to the hallway, I stood for a few minutes counting the closed doors down the other half of the hallway. There were ten again, eleven counting the one directly across the hall from Aimee, but the closed doors looked larger than the open ones to the sleeping rooms. At the end of the hallway, there was a huge door, much wider and taller than the one at the opposite end. I walked to the nearest door and looked at it. There was no handle, no knob, nothing which could be used to slide the door into its pocket. I pushed against the door with both hands and tried to slide it into its pocket on the left. No movement. I tried sliding it to the right. Again, nothing moved. The door felt like metal. I banged on it with my fist. Nothing happened. I said "Open, says me," feeling foolish. No response. I gave up and went across the hall to the room with Aimee. As soon as I entered the room, she greeted me. "Hello, David." "Hello, Aimee," I answered, wondering who or what I was talking to. "David, would you like to sit down while I ask you some questions?" I sat down in the big recliner, used the button to recline it slightly, and looked up at Aimee. I thought I saw her eyes flick back up toward my face and wondered if she had been looking at my penis. I looked down at it. It was no longer erect but it was still warm and engorged. I reached down, tugged my testicles out from between my legs, let my penis flop to one side, and crossed my ankles. I watched Aimee's face while I was doing it and saw her ever-present smile broaden a little. Perhaps she was a real woman. She reacted like one to my little show. She had little dimples on both cheeks, like Anna. Anna! I almost lost it for a few seconds, wondering again where she was and what had happened to me and when I might return to her. I suppose the frown on my face registered my confusion. "David, are you well?" Aimee asked. "How do you feel?" "I'm OK but I feel like merde," I answered. "That is normal, David," she answered. "You are experiencing discomfort because of your long journey. You have a slight fever. You will feel like your usual self in a few days. I can offer you some relief if you wish." "Yeah, I wish," I said. "The best remedy is sleep. I can give you a mild sedative, along with something to drink. If you do not want to sleep, then I can give you medications to relieve your discomfort and nausea, again, with something to drink. Which do you want?" "Well, I don't want to sleep. I'm too curious for that. I've got lots of questions for you." "All in good time, David. There are two openings directly under my image. In the left one, you will find four pills in the receptacle. I have dispensed the appropriate dosage for a man of your size. In the right one you will find a bottle containing something to drink. The liquid is part of the remedy so please drink all of it when you take the pills." "You're not going to poison me, are you?" I asked, not sure whether I trusted her. "David, I am incapable of hurting you in any way. Please trust me," she said, earnestly. "My primary purpose here is to provide assistance and information to you." "How about something to eat?" I asked. "I can provide you with sustenance but I recommend you wait until the medications have had time to take effect." I raised the recliner to a sitting position and went to the wall openings. I found the plastic bottle. It was cold and contained about a liter of liquid. I unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and sloshed the liquid around in my mouth. It was sweet and tart and good, something like orange juice but with more substance. I took another sip and then drank almost half before I remembered the pills. I emptied the little plastic cup in my hand, set the cup back in the wall, and threw all four pills in my mouth at once. Then I drank the rest of the liquid without stopping. I stood there, a few feet in front of the image of Aimee, looking at her and wondering why there was only her image against a pure white background with nothing surrounding her. "David, are you ready to help me gather some information about you?" she asked. "It is necessary in order to let you have control over everything here." "Sure." "Are you familiar with the image of Leonardo da Vinci's Vitruvian Man?" My mind wasn't up to retrieving that image from its befuddled depths. "I don't know. My mind's not thinking very well," I answered. Aimee's image disappeared and another image appeared on the monitor: a drawing of a man that I knew was attributed to da Vinci. "There is a spot on the floor behind you, David, Aimee said from somewhere. Would you please stand on it, legs together, arms straight out to each side? Look directly at my face, with your eyes open wide. And hold still for me." I looked behind me, backed up to the spot, and assumed the pose. When I looked up, Aimees image was back on the screen. "Do you want me to take off my knives?" I asked. "That is not necessary, David. Now spread your legs and lift your arms something like the image." I did my best to assume the other pose. "Now, David, please turn around and assume the two poses again." I turned my butt to her and let her look at it, if that's what she wanted. "Turn back around, please." I turned around and saw Aimee's image on the screen, smiling mischievously at me. "Merci beau cul," she said. "You mean 'merci beau coup;' don't you?" I asked. "No, David, I meant exactly what I said. Nice butt." She made a sound that almost seemed to be laughter. I had almost been convinced that I was talking to a computerized image until she said that. Now I again wondered if there was a real woman somewhere. I couldn't believe that a computer could understand the humor of a French double entendre. "I'm glad you like it." "Well, you should not have tried to name me Merde." "I was using that as an exclamation, Aimee, not trying to give you that name. I apologize for the misunderstanding." "No apology is needed, David. Now would you repeat what I say?" "OK." "The Vitruvian Man is a world-renowned drawing created by..." I repeated her words. "...Leonardo da Vinci around the year 1487." I repeated the last of the sentence. "The drawing depicts a male figure in two superimposed..." I repeated the words. "... positions inscribed in a circle and a square." Again, I repeated her words. "We're almost finished, David," she said. "Now please place your hands on the images on the monitor and look directly at my face with your eyes open wide." Two images of hands, fingers spread wide, appeared on the monitor on each side of Aimees face. I placed my hands flat on the images, looked directly at her face, and waited for her instructions. "Good, David. I have finished all the measurements I need. Would you like to sit down while I continue?" I sat down, looked at her, and asked, "What measurements did you make? And why did you make them?" "I measured your body proportions, David. I scanned the irises of your eyes. I asked you to repeat the sentences so that I could remember your voice. I recorded all your finger and palm prints. Those things should always remain the same. I made the measurements so that I can recognize you and follow your instructions. From now on, when you encounter a closed door, just say open and it will open. You will have complete control over everything here." "So if I go back out in the hall and go to any of those closed doors, they'll open for me. Does one of those doors lead to the outside?" "Yes, David. At the end of the hallway, to your left, the large doors lead outside. But I recommend you look at all the rooms inside first." "Are you a real woman or are you some sort of computer-generated thing? Where are you located?" She smiled broadly at me. "You have already said you liked the image of a woman I chose. You even named me. So I am real. I am located here with you. Wherever you go in this facility and in its proximity outside, even when you do not see me, I will be with you to provide information or assistance." There was one bit of information I wanted more than any other. I wanted to know where Anna was and how I could be reunited with her. "Aimee, are you capable of lying to me?" I began. "No, David. Whenever you request information, I must tell you the truth. There may be some questions you ask for which I will not know the answer. Then I must simply say that I do not know. " "Good, now listen carefully because there's one question I want answered more than any other. Before I came here, I spent four days and nights with a woman named Anna. She uses a fictitious last name just as I do. I told you my name was David Blunderbuss but that is not my real last name. She uses the name Anna Conda. She is a beautiful woman with hair the same color as yours and she's almost as tall as me. Where is she?" "I do not know, David," Aimee answered. "I have no memory of any one fitting that description." My heart sank more than a little. "Then here's another question for you. Where in the world am I?" "You are here, David, standing in front of me. You are in a facility that is intended initially to shelter twenty people. The facility is located on a mountainside overlooking a large inland sea. The sea is surrounded by land for a great distance." "Why haven't you given me the names of any of that land or sea?" I wondered how I could possibly have traveled from an area of Islamistan hundreds of miles inland to what sounded suspiciously like the northern coast of the Mediterranean. "I have not told you the names because they have not yet been named, David. I did not have a name until you gave me one. The land and sea do not have names because no one has given them names. Would you like to start naming your surroundings now?" Her response made absolutely no sense to me. Everything on Earth had a name, just as everybody had a name. I decided to press on. I remembered the mysterious clock that hung just over the door in all the rooms I had been in so far. I had assumed that the time was about halfway between midnight and dawn. "Aimee, is it night outside? Is that a clock in all the bedrooms?" "Yes, David, the sun has not yet risen. On the clock above the door, the red arrow indicates that the time is about halfway between midnight and dawn." "Why are there no numbers indicating hours on the clock? Why no minutes?" "You have not yet made a decision on how time will be measured, David. When you tell me how daily time is to be measured, I will adjust all the clocks to use those measurement units." Another incomprehensible puzzle. First, I've got to name all the places and now I've got to decide how time will be measured. I decided to tell her how daily time is measured. Aimee, there are twenty four hours in each day. There are sixty minutes in each hour, and sixty seconds in each minute. Now, what time is it? When do you wish to begin counting the hours, David? she asked. At midnight, the middle of the night, of course. Three hours and twenty-three minutes have elapsed since midnight, David. Just call that three twenty-three, Aimee. Ill understand. Yes, David. I decided to give her another test. What time will the sun appear over the horizon? At six thirteen, David. "Do I have to decide how to divide the year into months and weeks too?" "Yes, David. One of my duties is to make chronological records of events here. If you wish me to do this, someone must make decisions about how to divide the year and inform me. I will then keep a calendar and will display it with the clock. It is not necessary that you do it now." "OK, I'll do it later. Where is everybody? If this facility is designed for twenty people, why are there sleeping spaces for sixty?" "David, you are the only one here at this moment. The others have not yet arrived. One person should arrive every thirty to forty days. When twenty people are here, ten males and ten females, you will select mates. You will have contraceptives available but all of you will probably have children eventually." I understood from her response that I was expected to stay here indefinitely. With Anna, I might. Without her, I had no intention of staying, no matter how many women were provided for me. I had to have Anna with me for the rest of my life. We were one. "Where will the others come from?" "I do not know, David. I simply know that every thirty to forty days, I can expect another person to appear in the same chair in which you arrived." "Aimee, I want to explore this place. Is that OK?" "Yes, David, but from now on you do not need my permission to do anything." "Good. I'm so damn confused, I don't know what to ask you next. I want to go exploring but first I want to close my eyes for a while. Can you please be quiet until I open my eyes?" "Yes, David." I had been walking around the area in front of Aimee while we talked. Now I sat down again in the lounge chair, reclined it slightly, put my hands on the arms to the chair, leaned back, and closed my eyes. I wanted to try something I had been practicing before I went on my mission. Without knowing or understanding how I did it, I elicited the cool response for my body. Aimee's medication had helped me feel somewhat better but I still felt like merde. I imagined myself slowly walking out of a dark cave toward the light. When I emerged, I found myself on a small sandy beach with a large body of water in front of me, with the waves lapping gently at the beach. I sat down and imagined cool wet sand under my butt, a warm breeze blowing gently over me, and the hot sun beaming down on me. I gradually became cool, not so much as when I was threatened, but cool enough to have some control of my body. I concentrated on the beating of my heart and willed it to become slower. At the same time, I tried to feel my body's temperature, something I had never done before, and then I tried to lower it back to normal. Time became meaningless and I sank deeper into my own mind. I became calm and peaceful, enjoying the feeling of being on the beach in the warmth of the sun, and forgot about the discomfort of my body and the muddled feverish state of my mind. "David, are you well?" Aimee asked, and I could hear the concern in her voice. "Yes, Aimee. Why do you ask?" "Your heart rate and your temperature have fallen to a normal range. What is happening to you?" I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me, a frown on her face. If she always had to tell me the truth, I decided I might as well be truthful with her. "I wanted to explore but I wanted to feel better first. I lowered my heart rate and temperature. I feel almost normal now." "David, I did not know that human beings were capable of doing what you just did. Can everybody do it?" "No, Aimee, not everybody can do it. In fact, I don't know anybody else who can do it but I've read of others who can." "Is that one of your unusual abilities, David?' "I suppose so. Can you tell me what my temperature is and what the temperature outside is now?" "No, David, someone must decide how temperature is to be measured and inform me of the decision. I will then maintain a quantitative record of temperatures for you." I was feeling more like my normal self now. I decided to test Aimee's reasoning abilities, perhaps just to see how smart she really was. Maybe I was also trying to decide whether my mind was working now. "Aimee, I want to establish the David system for measuring temperature. Under the David scale, the freezing point of water at sea level will be zero degrees. The boiling point of water will be one hundred eighty degrees. Under the Fahrenheit scale, water freezes at thirty-two degrees and boils at two hundred and twelve. Under that scale, my normal bodily temperature is ninety-eight point six degrees. What is my bodily temperature under the David scale and what is the temp outside right now? She answered just as soon as I finished asking the question. "Your normal bodily temperature under the David scale will be sixty-six point six degrees. Your present temperature is slightly elevated at sixty-six point eight degrees. Before you lowered your temperature, it was sixty-nine point two. The temperature outside is now twenty-seven degrees." "Thank you, Aimee. Now, what is my heart rate and what was it before I lowered it? Your heart is now beating at fifty-eight times per minute. Before you lowered it, your heart rate was seventy-one beats per minute. "Thank you, Aimee. "You did not think I could answer correctly, did you?" I looked at her and saw a grin on her face that seemed to say smarty-pants didn't catch me; did he? I'm amazed at your abilities, Aimee," I answered truthfully. Now I'm going to explore this place." I went first to the door directly across the hallway from Aimee, the one that had refused to heed my command. I decided to try the same command again. "Open, says me." The door swiftly and silently slid to the left. The room wasn't lit so I decided to try another command. "Lights on." The lights came on and I went in the room. I was in a small theatre. There were six rows with ten seats in each row, divided in the middle by an aisle. The seats looked comfortable but they were simple and did not recline. On the wall in front of the seats, there was another large-screen monitor, much larger than the one in Aimees room. On each side of that, there were shelves holding stacks of some things. I walked to the front of the room and picked up the top item in one stack. It was similar to the tablet devices that had become so popular some years ago. I was curious but I didn't want to play with it when there were still ten rooms to explore. I returned to the hallway and went to the next closed door. It opened swiftly and silently to my command. I called for lights and the room was instantly illuminated. I walked in and found myself in a huge storeroom for clothing. I quickly counted ten rows of shelves, each containing hundreds of boxes. I walked down one of the rows and returned up another, walked down another and returned, and then down another and returned. The clothing was in boxes with sizes and a picture on the side. Petite, small, medium, large and extra-large. I stood and stared at a picture of a hooded coat that might be worn in cold or rainy temperatures. I kept looking until I found some boxes of what might be called tunics. I used Little Boy to cut the tape holding a box of extra-large tunics and pulled out one. The tunic was made to slip over my head, with no buttons. I put it on. It was soft and seemed to have no seams. It covered me from shoulders to mid-thigh and was a good fit except that the sleeves seemed much too short, just down to the middle of my forearms. Forest green. I groped through the rest of the box, looking for another color. Green had never been my favorite color but that was the only color I found. I kept on the tunic and went looking for pants. I finally found something close, nothing like pants but something that might be called tights. They were all light brown and had no fly or belt loops. I laid my knives on the shelf, tried on some and found that they had elastic in the waist. They fit snugly from waist to ankles. At least they were cut comfortably low in the crotch. They didn't hide much but I liked the feeling of letting it all hang loose. My penis and testicles were clearly outlined when I held the tunic up. I belted my knives around my waist, on top of the tunic, and went looking for something for my feet. I found a section with lightweight boots and was pleased to see that they came in more than five sizes. Dark brown, something like soft leather, like moccasins. I tried the XXL size and found I'd made a good choice. They fit perfectly. They extended up to the middle of my calves and were lightweight and comfortable. I pranced around trying to decide what I looked like. Maybe Robin Hood. Maybe just ridiculous might be more appropriate. I wondered if this was the way I was supposed to dress. I walked down to the end of the rows where I'd seen mirrors and looked at myself in the mirror. The way I looked was strange but I liked it. All I needed was a Robin Hood hat with a feather. "Aimee, can you hear me? Can you see me?" I asked. "Yes, David, I can hear you and see you," she answered from somewhere in the ceiling. "Is this the way I'm supposed to be dressed?" I asked. "This stuff is all strange to me." "Yes, David," she answered. "But as long as you are indoors, you do not really need any clothing. The temperature inside is set to be comfortable when you are naked. The clothing you are wearing is more appropriate for outside wear." You mean were all supposed to run around naked when were indoors? I asked. The choice is yours, David. If you are naked indoors, the supply of clothing will last longer. I regulate the temperature and humidity so you will be comfortable without clothing. You may change them if you wish. I noted that she said the supply of clothing was limited and I wondered why. I was entirely comfortable naked and I certainly didnt intend to start messing with the thermostat, where ever it was. "Is there anything else that goes with this outfit? What about socks and underwear? Shorts and undershirts?" "Yes, David, there's something called a chemise, an undergarment to keep your body oils and secretions from staining your outer clothing. There are also items which may be worn below the waist under your clothing." "I thought a chemise was something women wore." "The clothing here is intended for both sexes, David." I hadn't even thought of what women might wear. I suppose I just assumed that the first clothing storeroom was for men only and that there might be another for women. So dressed like someone from a 1940s movie set in Sherwood Forest, I went back out in the hallway and crossed to the opposite door. The door opened to my command and I walked into a storeroom for every kind of personal stuff: from toothbrushes to hairbrushes, stuff for women's periods, various lotions like sunscreen and skin softeners, finger and toe nail kits, in all, an unbelievable assortment of stuff. There was certainly more for women than for men but I realized that there was nothing that might be called make-up. I rubbed my jaw, trying to remember the last time I had shaved, and felt a three- or four-day stubble. I didn't want to grow a beard and I wanted to get rid of my mustache. I looked for shaving supplies but couldn't find any. "Aimee, are you still with me?" I asked. "Yes, David, I am always with you unless you tell me not to monitor you. If you want privacy for a period of time, simply tell me." I was pleased to learn that. If I masturbated at night in the bed or in the shower, I didn't want anybody monitoring me, even if she was a computer. I certainly didn't want her monitoring me when I had to shit. "I want to shave. Where are the razors and shaving supplies?" "There are no razors or shaving supplies, David. There is a cream for hair removal. Both men and women may use it on all body parts, even around your genitals. One application will last approximately thirty days." "You mean if I rub some on my testicles or asshole, it won't hurt me?" "No, David. It will not hurt you. You may use it on your face as well as on your testicles or anus. Woman may use it on their legs and underarms as well as their vulva. I understand that both men and women shave parts of their bodies. However, cutting off hair with a sharp blade is archaic. The creme will remove hair without skin irritation and for a longer period of time." "OK, I'll do it later. Right now, I want to explore some more. Continue to monitor me." "Yes, David." I puzzled at her use of the term archaic in regard to shaving but I was eager to go exploring further. I zigzagged across the hallway to the next door, commanded it to open as I approached, and walked into a small anti-room containing three doors, heavy doors, with big manual latches. There were shelves at one end of the room with bundles of something, maybe clothing. On the other end of the room, there was an ordinary door with a glass section in the top, similar to the two-way door between kitchen and dining in Napoleons. On each heavy door, there was a small plaque with words on it. I went to the one on the left. SEED FREEZER - RESTRICTED ACCESS I decided to see if access was restricted to me. "Open, says me," I said, and put my hand on the latch. Before I could lift the latch, Aimee stopped me. "David, the seed freezer should not be entered unless absolutely necessary. It contains a large variety of seeds for vegetables and fruits. Your breath will affect the temperature and humidity level. If you with to enter, please wear insulated clothing." I looked again at the bundles on the shelves, shook one out, and found that it was a head to foot insulated covering to protect against cold. I stuffed it back in its cubbyhole and went to the other door. "Aimee, are there already lots of seeds in there?" "Yes, David. I can recite you a list of seeds if you wish. It is a very long list." "OK, it's not necessary. What's in the adjacent room?" "The next latched door is to the kitchen freezer. You should not go in without insulated clothing." Is there food for me in there? No, David. It is a storage facility for any food you wish to freeze but you must provide the food. "And the last one?" "Adjacent to the food freezer, there is a kitchen cooler for storage of food at an above-freezing temperature. You may go in for short durations without insulated clothing." "I assume the windowed door leads to a kitchen. What's across the hallway?" "That is correct, David. Directly across the hallway is the tool storeroom. Adjacent to that is the weapons storeroom." "Let's do tools and weapons next. I can skip the kitchen cooler and the kitchen unless they're full of good stuff to eat." "David, the only sustenance I can offer you is juice and nutrition bars. You must provide any additional food." I was more than a little disappointed to hear that. My stomach was beginning to wake up and I was feeling the first hunger signs. Whatever the nutrition bars were, I was glad to know that something to eat had been provided for me. Suddenly, I realized that I had already accepted Aimee as my constant companion. I was glad to have someone to talk to, even if she was a...what was she, a computer? "Aimee, is it still night-time outside?" "Yes, David. The sun is still below the horizon." "I want to explore some more but I want you to tell me just before the sun peeks over the horizon. I want to be outdoors at daybreak." "Yes, David." The tool storage door opened to my command and I found myself in another huge room with every kind of tool imaginable, as long as they were hand tools, not power tools. I even saw some hand plows, similar to the one my mother had made me pull when I was a kid, and I smiled at the memory. Her little garden had provided us with some of the best vegetables I'd ever eaten. I paused for a moment and remembered how she looked, all sweaty and dirty, big straw hat on her head, beautiful as always. I remembered too how good it was to work with her every spring and summer until I was twelve. I walked through the tool storage room and was impressed that every kind of hand tool known to man seemed to be there. Some were gardening tools, some were axes and saws, even two-man crosscut saws, and some were carpentry tools. I was glad that Grandfather had taught me how to fell a hardwood tree and I wondered if I was going to be doing that again. Around one corner, I found an assortment of fishing rods and reels and equipment, all new, nothing like the old worn out one Id left at home when I went to the Academy. The weapons storage room was next and I found a bewildering array of weapons, all hand weapons, the kind that were used before the invention of guns. I saw knives, swords, axes, pikes, spears, bows and arrows, even a crossbow. I hefted an axe, evidently a throwing axe, and remembered how my training had made me competent to throw one. There were no pistols, no rifles, and no grenade launchers, none of the killing weapons of modern warfare. I returned to the hallway, glanced at the large door at the end that led to the outside, and then crossed to the kitchen. I stood just inside the door looking around. About half the huge room was for cooking but not for family-style cooking. It was more like a large restaurant's kitchen with big pots and pans, an area for cooking with ovens and cooktops, four large sinks, and a long bar for serving. The other half of the room contained ten tables, each with swing-out seats for six. I remembered what I'd learned about the number of people who might be here eventually and wondered what would happen if the number exceeded sixty. Tucked back in a corner of the kitchen I saw something that Id seen before, something that seemed out of place here. It was similar to an olive press that I had seen at my L'Hritier grandparents home. I walked over and looked at it. It was a manual press, made of wood, and stained as though it had been used. I looked around for anything that could be used to store olive oil and finally decided a small double-doored closet was the most likely place since I knew good olive oil needed to be kept out of the light. When I opened the doors, I saw four huge barrels, stacked two on top of two, with spigots near the bottom. I tapped on one and, from the sound, knew it was full. I wondered if I was going to be eating salads or cooking with olive oil. I crossed the hallway again, commanded the door to open and light to turn on, and found myself standing at the entrance to a gymnasium or exercise room. All sorts of exercise equipment, some familiar, some strange, filled the room. I wondered why all the equipment was needed. Was I expected to do my workouts in the room? Why not outdoors, the way I preferred? I was puzzled once again but I decided not to worry about it until I had a complete picture of this strange place. There were only two doors left now. I entered one and found myself in what had to be a nursery or play room for young children. I shrugged, wondering why such a large room with stuff for kids when there were no kids here, at least not yet. I walked back into the hallway and was about to enter the last room when I remembered what I had told Aimee. I entered the last room and saw what might be called a living room, but without a TV or anything else like it, just arrangements of chairs, love-seats, and sofas. I wondered what it would be like when twenty people were in it and there was nothing to entertain them. Maybe we would have to provide our own entertainment. I walked back into the hallway and called Aimee. Aimee, is it almost daylight outside now, I asked, standing in the middle of the hallway in front of the large doors to the outside and wanting to go out. Yes, David, Aimee replied. The sky is just beginning to turn light. The time is five fifty-eight. The sun will appear on the horizon in fifteen minutes. Whats the date today? I asked. What do you mean, David? she responded. Whats the month and day of the year, of course? David, you have not yet told me how the year is to be divided into time units. You must make that decision if you wish me to keep chronological records. Oh, merde, I answered, more than a little befuddled and exasperated. Thats oh, shit, in case you didnt understand it. Why cant you make some decisions on your own? Why do I have to do everything? David, do not act like a child, Aimee responded in a voice like a mother chiding a child. Everything is yours to decide. I can only assist you when I am provided with measurement decisions. You must decide how to divide the three-hundred and sixty-seven days in the year into months. I was about to tell her to use twelve months when I realized what she had said about how many days there were in a year. Aimee, youre mistaken. There are three-hundred sixty-five days in a year and three sixty-six every fourth year. Thats called a leap year. No, David. I am not mistaken. There are three-hundred and sixty-seven days in the year. Every seventh year, there are three sixty-eight. That made absolutely no sense to me but I didnt have any idea how to resolve the conflict. I decided to leave it alone until my mind was clearer. Well, let me make the decisions tomorrow. Im not thinking my best yet so I want you start a list of the decisions for me to make and well take care of them tomorrow. Yes, David. Right now, I want something to eat and drink and I want to go outside. If I go out the front door, how do I get back in? Just say Open, and the door will open for you, David. Or just walk toward the door. It will open when you are close to it. Remember, you are in control of everything here. At her instructions, I went back down the hallway to the kitchen and found the dispensary for juice and nutrition bars. I took a big swallow of the juice and found that it was the same thing Id already had. The nutrition bars were dispensed unwrapped and slightly warm. Cautiously, I took a bite of one bar and found that it was surprisingly good. I guessed it was a mixture of fruit and nuts and grains. I took two more and looked for a pocket to put them in. Since my clothing did not have pockets, I went back up the hallway, nutrition bars in one hand, juice bottle in the other. I stood before the front doors, said Open, says me, and the two doors retracted into their side pockets. I walked outdoors for a short distance and then stopped. I couldnt believe what I saw. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Thirty-Seven What I hoped for has happened. James and Sam came to breakfast one morning hand in hand, just beaming at each other. Toby and Jean-Nicole were right behind them, hand in hand, smiling the same. Sam seemed to have a little trouble sitting. I didnt have to be a genius to know what that meant. One less virgin. Two contented young women. And, of course, two satisfied young men. They announced their official change of address during breakfast. James and Sam were now residents of the second bed chamber on the right. Jean-Nicole had left that one and moved in with Toby in the second bed chamber on the left. During breakfast they acted just like two pairs of newly-weds. The rest of us offered them our congratulations. <><><> Youre pregnant; arent you? Anna looked at me and grinned. Am I right? She nodded. Why didnt you tell me? David, Ive never been pregnant before. Its all new to me. I missed my last period and Im usually very regular. I just wanted to be sure before I told you. But its been a while since you should have had your period; hasnt it? Yes, but David, sometimes a womans egg gets fertilized and the baby starts to develop but something happens and it passes out of her body. I just wanted to be sure. How did you know? Well, you told me you had quit taking the birth control pill and then you had sex with me and Iain a few days ago. You must have known you couldnt get pregnant by him, right? Yes, David, thats right. I want a baby and I want you to be the father. I dont want anybody elses baby, not the first one anyway. I sat there on the side of the bed and watched while she brushed her hair. I knew her belly wouldnt be pooching out yet but I looked anyway. It was the same as always. First there were the delightful curves of her breasts, then her ribs below, a little bowl around her vertical belly button, a slight swelling next sloping down to a flat area and then rising again under the new growth of pubic hair on the little mound at the apex of her thighs. It was just a little mound under dark hair which bent back between her legs and split in two. It was so simple but I always liked to look at it and think of all the magic it held for me. I loved to get my face there, just between her thighs so my forehead rested on that little mound. I loved to get my tongue there in the crease between the halves of that split mound and taste her aroused woman juices. I loved to breathe deeply and smell the bouquet of her pussy. She finished brushing her hair, spread my knees apart, and started brushing mine. My hair hadnt been cut since I came here and it was down on my shoulders. I liked it long but I wondered if she did too. Anna, would you give me a haircut? No. I like you with long hair. It makes you look more like a guy on one of the bodice-ripper books lots of women read. Its sexy. Did you ever read them? Sure. I liked the ones which were really dirty, lots of sex and fucking and sucking and licking and dicking. Books to polish my pearl with. Youre kidding me. Yes, David. I didnt have much time for reading over the last few years. Ill read you a bodice-ripper tonight if youll let me lick your pearl. Do you think Aimee has any? I dont know but lets just leave off the book. You cant polish my pearl while youre reading a book. Id still like for you to give me a haircut. Maybe just neaten it up a little. Keep it out of my eyes while Im polishing your pearl. OK. I quit looking up at her beautiful breasts and looked down at her beautiful mound. Something puzzled me. The only new hair growing around her pussy was on that little mound. Everything back between her legs was bare. I thought we had all agreed to stop using the defoliator stuff around our genitals. Youre still using it; arent you, that defoliator stuff, you know, Nor. Depilatory stuff. Whatever. Yes, were all using it, all of us girls. Just to neaten up our pussies a little so you guys can see what youre getting into. You use it on your face. Its only fair. Damn, I like to floss with pubic hair. Yes but I dont want you flossing down there. I want you licking. I held my head up to her. Do you think I need to use it on my face? Its been about thirty days since I used it last. She felt my cheeks and chin and around my mouth. Youre about like a teen-age boy now. It doesnt irritate the inside of my thighs. If its sunny this afternoon, Ill rub it on your face. Are we still going to name the baby Michael if its a boy? Yes. What if its a girl? What will we name her? Will you be disappointed? If its a girl, you pick the name. I wont be disappointed in the least. She will be you and me. Ill love her with all my heart, the same as I love you. David, Ive been wondering about you fathering babies. What if they inherit that cool response of yours? Huh? Well, I think its a much-enhanced fight or flight response, maybe caused by a mutated chromosome or something. It might even be sex-linked. Maybe our boy babies will have it and our girl babies wont. Is that so bad? No, but if it is inheritable and its sex linked, all the women here will want you to give them a baby. Theyll want a boy baby with you. Oh, come on. Dont be ridiculous. Ouch. Whats wrong? You almost brushed my ear off. Im sorry and Im not being ridiculous, David. All women want to have strong healthy babies with the greatest chance of survival. Its built into us. Why do you think I chose you? So you think I should be the Alpha male and chase all the other guys out to wander the wilderness. No, David, but if any of the other women want you to give them a baby, I think you should do it. It will help the survival rate of all the progeny of our colony. Im going to ask all the women to vote on it. Anna, youre the only one I love completely. You know Ive surrendered to loving you. I can never love another woman the way I love you. Yes, David, I know that but were a colony of twenty people who are going to create a new human race in this world. You want us to learn to love each other to help us survive. I do too. The more our children have your cool response, the greater their chances of survival. Maybe the people who sent you here knew that. You wouldnt mind? Maybe a little but it just makes sense. What are the other guys going to say? I think it would create a big problem. One called jealousy. I dont think so. I think they would understand. Maybe Caitlyn could have one with Iain first and with you second. Maybe Ill have a second baby with Iain or James or even Pyotr. If I have one with you first, would that be so bad? Maybe Jean-Nicole will have one with Toby first and James second and you third. I suppose Sam would want one with James first and maybe Toby second. And me third? Naturellement, mon amour. Anna, why do you do things like this late at night? Now I wont be able to sleep all night for thinking about this. Oh, I dont know about that. After you polish my pearl, I think I can do something that will help you sleep. It usually does. <><><> Pyotr and Petra came back to our room, again a little late at night, when Anna and I were getting ready for bed. They were both smiling this time. They eagerly told us what they had learned. Pyotr now understood why Petra was sometimes unhappy. He was going too fast with her and not giving her enough foreplay. He simply was not sexually arousing her enough. They had gone to Toby and Jean-Nicole about their problem and the four of them had talked for hours. Jean-Nicole was the one who wanted to give them a demonstration. Toby volunteered to help. Toby with Jean-Nicole was a good choice. He had learned his lessons well and he was an excellent teacher for Pyotr. Jean-Nicole was a good teacher for Petra, a mature woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it from Toby. They four of them had joined together in a bed in the chamber which Jean-Nicole and Toby were sharing. Both couples started from the beginning: simply kissing and touching. They progressed downward with mouths on breasts and fingers between legs and then with heads between thighs. Toby brought Jean-Nicole to orgasm first and Pyotr and his tongue soon gave Petra a moaning release. They waited a few minutes for the girls to calm down and then mounted them in the old-fashioned missionary position and got their own release. Once wasnt enough for any of them. After talking for a while, they started at the top again and moved downward and this time it was Toby and Pyotr who lay there grinning while Jean-Nicole and Petra held their dicks upright and tried to suck their balls even drier. They even swapped partners for a moment. Jean-Nicole demonstrated how she liked to ride Toby to orgasm and Toby helped by being a fuck-up after she came. Petra followed their example and her words came about a zillion times not counting the one when Pyotr squirted in her little pussy again. All four of them were well satisfied before Petra and Pyotr staggered back to their own bed-chamber. Anna and I were about to do some of the same things in our bed. She invited them to join us. The four of us lay there side by side and Pyotr and I started up north and worked our way down south. We even swapped for a minute and I licked Petras pretty pouting little pussy and Anna sucked Pyotrs precocious prodigious protuberance. After we swapped back, we let Anna and Petra go for a ride, well, really a race. I decided to show off my musical knowledge and asked Aimee if she could play the William Tell Overture for us. She could. I put my hands behind my head and let Anna have her ride. Pyotr did the same and lay there grinning while Petra galloped toward the finish line. Petra won the race but Anna finished soon after. Then at my request Aimee played Bolero for us and Pyotr and I did our best to fuck in time to the music. He came to a climax before I did but I didnt mind losing. I reached a crescendo at the same time Bolero did. ` We rested for a while and then Pyotr pounded Petra while Anna and I watched. Pyotr reached the finish line before she did but, from the way she squealed, she wasnt far behind. Then Anna and I showed them how its done and they watched. I thought Anna was going to rip my ass to shreds with her fingernails. Petra was well satisfied again. Pyotr was grinning like a jack-ass. Anna was smiling a satisfied smile. Ill admit I was grinning too. We slept four to a bed. It was just another wonderful evening in paradise. <><><> David! Anna! Please come to my room! A young man has arrived and there is something strange about his behavior. He seems to be sleeping peacefully but he has irregular spasms or twitches. Something may be wrong with him. Anna and I had just awakened from a peaceful nights sleep when Aimee called. I was just walking out of the toilet after a good morning piss and was contemplating going to the outside door to greet the day. Anna always took longer to pee in the morning than I did and I was standing there waiting patiently for her. I ran into Aimees room and stopped near the young man in the recliner. I felt an instant surge of relief. He was a young man but with the emphasis on man. I had worried that all the other males would be, as they had been so far, more like boys than men. He was a handsome young man, almost as tall as me. His dark hair was closely cropped, his upper lip was covered by a short dark mustache, and his cheeks and chin were covered by a short beard. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be sleeping peacefully except for a slight smile on his lips. His pecs were covered by a light dusting of dark hair and his abs were hairless. He was on his back with one arm thrown back over his head and the other by his side. He had a thin trail of dark hair leading down from his navel to his genitals. His dark pubic hair was a tangled sporran spread out on his thighs. His penis wasnt erect but it looked full and heavy and was flopped across one thigh. His testicles were relatively hairless and looked perfectly normal. The thing that impressed me most was his size of his chest and shoulders and arms. Even resting, I could see the underlying muscles in his arms and chest and shoulders and that meant he was used to working out or perhaps manual labor. On his lower chest and abdomen, he seemed to have a relaxed six-pack. His waist and hips were small for his size and that told me he was used to being active, not sitting all day in a classroom or before a computer. His legs were long like mine and they were as muscular as his shoulders and arms. They were lightly covered by more dark hair, heaviest down on his calves. Overall, he was a fine young man, muscular and strong and handsome and sexy. Perhaps he could be what I had wished for: a second warrior to help protect our family. Iain and James and Toby were slim and hard but they just did not have the musculature to stand up to some of the dangers we might encounter. The new arrival certainly did. I suppose I was also glad to see him so he could help with other strength-demanding tasks, like swinging an axe to cut down trees or using a mattock to cut roots. I couldnt complain about the willingness of the other guys to work but some tasks required more body strength than they had. I felt a touch on my shoulder and turned. I put my arm around Annas back and she put hers around my waist. We stood there looking at the young man for a minute or so. Suddenly his face turned into a grimace and his eyes opened and rolled back so that only white was showing. His hands started shaking and the muscles in his arms started tightening. I looked at his legs and the muscles there were also bulging. Suddenly, his whole body went rigid and then his arms and legs began to move erratically and flail around. Hes having a seizure! Anna yelled. What can we do? I yelled back. Just try to keep him in Aimees chair, she said. Dont try to hold him down or restrain him. We need to keep him from injuring himself if we can. Suddenly, he slid off the end of the chair, tried to stand, and collapsed on the floor. I caught his shoulders and gently lowered him down so he didnt bang his head on the hard floor. His arms and legs were still flailing around erratically and there was a little foam on his lips. Aimee, call the others, Anna yelled. Tell them to bring pillows to your room in a hurry. The others were quick to respond and all of them brought a pillow or two. Anna and I took the pillows, put one under his head, and tucked the rest close around his body. His flailing arms and legs slowed down but then seemed to become rigid again. He was stiff as a board for a few seconds and then abruptly went limp and was still. Turn him on his side, David, Anna said, calmly now. I think the seizure is over but we need to make sure hes got an open air way and he doesnt breathe in his secretions. I turned him on his side and he seemed to relax and his muscles softened, all except one. His penis slowly lengthened and swelled and stood out away from his body. I suppose everybody wondered at that response. I know I did. Then suddenly he began to piss and the ones standing nearby scrambled out of the way. When his bladder was empty, he seemed to smile slightly and to relax more. His eyes slowly opened but I dont think he was conscious of seeing anything. His gaze made me think nobody was home, at least temporarily. Hes going to be confused and unresponsive for a while, Anna said. Do you think we could move him to a bed? Someone needs to be with him for a while. I think I saw a little blood on the back of his head and I want to examine him. I pulled him up and onto my back in a firemans carry and then carried him out of Aimees room and into our bedchamber. Id done that often enough in my military training and it came naturally to me. In our bedchamber, Anna and Iain helped me ease him down in an unused bed. I put a pillow under his head and spread a blanket over him up to his waist. Anna took charge and pushed him over on his side so she could see the back of his head. She parted his hair and looked closely. She felt his skull, said he had a small goose egg, and we needed to watch him carefully because he might have a concussion. She volunteered to take first watch. I volunteered to stay to help and chased the others out to potty and to prepare breakfast. Anna asked Aimee for his temperature and heart rate. Aimee replied that his temperature was within a normal range and his heart rate was now a little slower than normal. Anna gave him a cursory examination and found no signs of any injury except for the back of his head. He woke up just before noon, dazed and confused and unresponsive to our questions. He seemed puzzled by the way we all were: naked except for loincloths. I propped him up with pillows behind him, pulled the blanket up to his waist, and let the others enter, one couple at a time, to see him. He looked carefully at everybody but said nothing and didnt respond to any questions. Id seen that look before on the faces of men who were facing a dangerous situation: appraising, concentrating, and planning what to do. Then Jean-Nicole came in with a bowl of stew, sat down on the side of the bed, and held out a spoonful to him. He looked at her breasts for a moment and his face changed with a welcoming smile and wide-open eyes. He opened his mouth for the stew, chewed a little, swallowed, and opened his mouth again. She kept feeding him and he didnt slow down until the bowl was empty. Finally he said his first words. Am I dead? No, of course not, Jean-Nicole said and smiled at him. Is the stew good? He nodded and then smiled just a little. Itsits very good butbut I must be dead. Theres a beautiful angel feeding me. This must be heaven. After Jean-Nicole fed him lunch, Iain and I helped him to the toilet. We stood three in a row and had a good piss. He was unsteady on his feet so I put my arm around his back from one side and Iain braced him from the other. We squeezed out the last drops, shook, and covered up. Iain had said that all the guys coming here would be uncircumcised and I wasnt surprised that he was uncut. His dick looked a lot like Iains, about the same size, a little smaller than mine. He checked me and Iain out while we were pissing. Wheres mine? he asked. What? Iain answered. That thing youre wearing. Everybody else has one on. I dont want to go naked with five beautiful females. We stopped by the clothing storeroom long enough to get him a loincloth and then helped him to the kitchen with all the others. Iain and I eased him down at a table and then I sat opposite him. Anna sat down beside me. He looked at me and Anna and at her beautiful bare breasts and then asked the questions I expected. Where am I? How did I get here? Well answer all your questions later, I said. My name is David Guerrier, just call me David. This beautiful woman is my wife, Anna. Whats your name? How do you feel? Matthew OBrian. Matt. I feel like shit. Matt, youve just had a long journey. Most of us felt the same way you do when we arrived. Annas a nurse. Be more specific and maybe we can give you medication to help you feel better. My left shoulder really hurts. I think I fell on it. Back of my heads throbbing. My back hurts a little but not as bad as my shoulder. I ache all over and Im dizzy. Matt, have you ever had seizures before? Anna asked. What, you mean like epilepsy? No. Why? You had a seizure this morning just after you arrived, she said. Damn! Aimee, how are his vital signs? she asked. What do you recommend? Anna, his temperature is normal and his heart rate is a little slow but normal, Aimee said. I recommend a mild analgesic and a mild muscle relaxer. He should be watched constantly for the next day or so. The combined effect of the blow to the head and the journey probably account for the seizure. I agree, Aimee. It would be good if he slept this afternoon. Could you give him a very mild sleep aid too? Yes, Anna. Matt looked all around for Aimee. Whos that and where is she? Ill introduce you to her later, Matt, I said. First we want you to take some medications and then rest for a while longer. If you wake up, please dont try to walk by yourself. Well call you when we have dinner ready. I pointed at Jean-Nicole. That beautiful young woman is a marvelous chef. I dont know what well have for dinner tonight but I know itll be good. I asked James to get the medications and he was back in seconds. Matt took the pills one at a time and washed them down with big swallows of juice. His eyes kept closing and he jerked himself awake a few times. James and Toby helped him back to bed and then reported that he was asleep as soon as he hit the bed. Sam and Petra volunteered to watch him for the afternoon. I asked James and Toby to wake him up just before dinner and then to help him walk if necessary. When they came in the kitchen, he had his arms on their shoulders but he was walking by himself. I asked Anna to do the introductions and he sat quietly smiling while she introduced five couples. Jean-Nicole was finishing dinner and she and Toby were the last to be introduced. Matt sat up straighter, stared at our chef, especially her beautiful young breasts, and ignored Toby. I wondered if we were going to have another problem. I heard Lucky whining and I knew Aimee was holding him in James and Sams bedchamber. I told Aimee to release him and he scampered in the kitchen, tail swishing like a fast windshield wiper. He went straight to Matt, to get to know the newcomer. Matt grinned and scratched his head and petted him. I could easily see that he liked dogs. A man who likes dogs cant be all bad. Dinner was a gourmet delight as usual, even though it was rabbit again. Matt ate like hes been starved for days. Perhaps he had been. We were all sitting around at two tables in the kitchen, the six Mouseketeers at one, Iain, Caitlyn, and Matt on one side of another table with me and Anna on the other side. There were a couple of things I wanted to do before Matt went back to bed. First I wanted to introduce him to Aimee and let her get his measurements. Then I wanted all of us to help in giving him a symbolic bath to wash away all of his old life. When Aimee greeted him, he was as puzzled and bedazzled by her as the rest of us had been and I still was. I tried to explain that she was an avatar and she had chosen her young woman form to interact with us. I dont think he understood that a culture probably far superior to ours had created her. I didnt understand it either. As far as I was concerned, she was simply a human, one of us. I asked her to give him the same access to everything that all the rest of us enjoyed. I didnt want to have to explain what was behind the door at the end of the hall. Aimee had standing orders not to permit the others access unless either Iain or I was with them. Then I told him we wanted to give him a bath and all ten of us were going to help. He looked at me like I was kidding and I tried to explain the symbolic nature of what we wanted to do: to wash away everything in his old life and to welcome him to our new world. In the bathing chamber, we all undressed, if you can call untying a loincloth and dropping it near the door. Matt was the last to get naked. I think his head rotated three hundred sixty degrees as he tried to look at all of us. Initially the naked females all stood together at one side and didnt offer to help. I looked at Anna, raised my eyebrows in question, and she smiled at me and winked. I knew the ladies were planning something special to welcome Matt. Iain adjusted the shower to warm, I pushed Matt under the water and he closed his eyes and surrendered. Five of us guys thoroughly washed the sixth. I was tallest so I shampooed his hair and washed his face. Toby and James washed his front and back. Iain and Pyotr did his outstretched arms. He tried to pull away when Toby lifted his penis, skinned it back, and rubbed the head thoroughly with a soapy cloth but James was washing the crack of his ass at the same time. I saw Toby cup his testicles in the soapy cloth and smile and wink at him. I held him by the shoulders while four guys scrubbed his legs and feet. Then I led him back under the shower and rinsed him off. When he opened his eyes again, he saw five beautiful females waiting in front of him. I moved to the side with the other guys and we watched him get thoroughly washed again. Somebody had plotted against him. Five females rubbing their soapy bodies against him, firm breasts pressing against him all around, hands all over him, hands fighting over possession of his dick and balls: the result was inevitable: his penis stood up tall and proud. After watching a session of frottage with five naked females, five other dicks stood up too. Matt stood and watched as one hand after another stroked his penis and cuddled his testicles. They rotated around and five giggling females squatted or leaned over and gave his dick a few licks and a suck and a kiss. Then Jean-Nicole squatted in front of him and gave his penis the coup de main. When I saw an orgasmic grimace on his face, I moved behind him and held him up. He squirted on Jean-Nicoles beautiful breasts what looked like a weeks load. The rest of the females wiped his semen off her and wiped it on their breasts, giggled, and rubbed their breasts all over him. Damn, I wanted to be bathed too. <><><> His story came out in bits and pieces over the next few days. His name was Matthew OBrian, Matt for short, a twenty-three year old Navy Seal on active duty. He was the leader of a special ops team on his third mission in Islamistan, this time to extract the head of a jihadist group. Intelligence said the guy would be a good source of information if handled properly. They swam ashore a couple of miles from the beach-side hotel where the jihadist leader was staying, found a big truck which had been left for them, drove to the hotel, silently killed all five guards, and had the guy hog-tied in a couple of minutes. They stuffed him in the back of the truck and hauled ass, his words, to the point where they were to signal for a rubber dingy to pick them up. They heard the sounds of pursuers and the truck went faster. Matt was in the back of the truck at the tailgate when the truck hit a bad bump and he was thrown out. The road was packed dirt and he hit his head on landing and was temporarily knocked unconscious. He roused up enough to crawl off the road into a ditch, faded into unconsciousness, and woke up in Aimees chair. <><><> A few days later, Iain and Matt and I dressed in our Robin Hood outfits for a long walk up to the top of the mountain and back. As we were going up, I left it up to Iain to explain to Matt where he was and how he got here. He was as incredulous as we all had been but the view of our new world from the top of the mountain convinced him that Iains story was true. We sat for a while in a sheltered spot and I told Matt about the relationships that had been established, perhaps tentatively in some cases, for the ten of us who had arrived earlier. I explained that Iain and I were married to Caitlyn and Anna, that we considered ourselves permanent pairs, and that Anna was pregnant, the first child to be born in this new world. I said that James and Sam had just recently become another pair, as had Toby and Jean-Nicole. When I told him that Pyotr and Petra were brother and sister and were sleeping together but didnt consider themselves a permanent pair, he raised his eyebrows and grinned. Then I talked to him about his options for sex. I knew that when he recovered from his journey, he would probably be as horny as the rest of us and he would want to have sex as we all did. I told him that over the course of the next nine months, nine more individuals would arrive, four more males, five more females, and he might find a mate in the five females. I said he might choose to pursue Jean-Nicole or Sam but he was going to cause problems with Toby or James if he did. Petra was perhaps a little young for him but she wasnt going to stay with Pyotr forever. Matt, theres a way for you to have your sexual needs fulfilled until you find a mate but its not something Iain and I can arrange. Well talk to our wives and let them handle it. Whats that? Did you enjoy what the ladies did for you last night? Damn, Ive never even dreamed of something like that. Why dont we leave it up to the ladies to give you a little sex until you find a permanent mate? Im sure they can come up with something. What if I wanted to fuck one of them, maybe even your wife? Are you going to kill me? No, Matt, all of the guys already here have had sex with Anna on occasion. I have sex with her regularly, of course, and Ive had sex with Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn on a few occasions. We dont live by old sexual standards. Were trying to establish our own. If Anna invites you, we can both share her some night. Ill even take sloppy seconds. Theres one thing were trying to avoid in our new world and thats sexual conflict and jealousy. Im confident you cant take Anna away from me. The love between us is too strong. Shit, Im not going to start trouble with you but Im just a normal guy and I need a good fuck once in a while. Matt, you should listen to yourself talk for a while, Iain said. You keep saying you need a good fuck. Youre not going to get it with that attitude. You need to learn to make love to a woman and to think of her instead of just what you want. I know Caitlyn wouldnt want to spread her legs if all you want is a good fuck. Matt just sat there looking back and forth between me and Iain. Matt, in the past, what sort of relationships have you had? I asked. Findem, fuckem, forgetem? Yeah, pretty much. I havent had anything except one-night stands. Well, sometime soon, I want you to sit down in the kitchen with all five of the females. Youre going to be here with them for the rest of your life. Let them tell you what they want from a man. Then you think about it and see if you can give them what they want. Youll never know what sex is all about until you do it with a woman you love and who loves you. Its up to you to win the affections of one of the ten. Why cant I win the affections of all ten of them? he asked grinning. You can try but youll never know what real love is like until you settle down with one and surrender to loving her and having a family with her. Thats what this is all about, you know, preserving a small sample of mankind when our old world is sinking into chaos and humanity there may face extinction. You really think so? I dont know, Matt. The people who are sending us here seem to think so. I saw a shadow cross us and I looked up. It was another raptor bird. I pointed it out to Matt and the three of us watched it for a few minutes. It wasnt flapping, just gliding, and I knew it was using the updraft off the mountain to stay aloft. I stood up and held out my hands to Matt and Iain. Come on, I said. Were going to pretend to be corpses for a while. I want Matt to see what happens if the raptor tries to drop down on three dead bodies. We lay on a rocky area of the mountain top for a while but we didnt fool the bird. Maybe it had a belly full and it wasnt interested. <><><> Life went on for a while, uneventful, quiet, and enjoyable. All eleven of us went fishing in the lake part way down the mountain. We took five casting rods and reels and lures, five cane poles and live bait, and as usual we were all successful in catching fish. I ended up gutting and scaling the fish for everybody and packing them in back packs and at times I had trouble keeping up. Jean-Nicole and Sam and James made it all worthwhile with two huge platters of golden brown fried fish for dinner that night. We all spent an afternoon working in both our old and our new gardens. I made sure we had one big area for all the different kinds of potatoes I intended to plant in about a month. Our winter greens were thriving and we carried back home bok choi, collards, and turnip greens. I asked for collards and cornbread the next day and listened to a little griping about having to eat them. I knew those two would eat the bark off a tree with their appetites. One night, we all assembled in the central hallway, I asked Aimee to turn the lights down low, and we danced, just slow dancing most of the time. Anna took command and made us switch partners periodically. We had one male left over each time but it was a different guy and nobody complained. That is, nobody complained until Anna decreed that guys had to dance with guys and girls had to dance with girls. That didnt work as well but it was only for one dance. When she asked Aimee to play waltzes, I was the left over guy first, Iain second, and Toby third. I watched Matt and saw that he was grinning and trying his best to waltz with Jean-Nicole. One night we all assembled in the lounge to perform as the New World Chorus. We warmed up with You Are My Sunshine followed by Im in the Mood for Love. For both, Aimee quickly said the words of the next line and we all sang them. Then Iain asked the guys to sing Ol Man River and I saw him listening particularly to Matt. He smiled and I thought I knew why. Hed found his bass voice. He told Matt he thought his was a fledgling bass voice and asked if he could help him develop it. Matt just grinned and shrugged. Next, Anna and I sang something we had been practicing from an old Broadway musical, Adrift on a Star from The Happiest Girl in the World. He said it called for a male baritone with a rich dark voice bordering on bass and I qualified. He told Anna that it needed a pure simple soprano and she would be great. He said the song should be the anthem for our colony of mankind and I agreed. Iain and I had a surprise for the crew. He and I had translated a song called Bailero by Cantaloube into his native language. The song was written in Occitan, a Mediterranean French language and I had been helping by giving him the English part of what I understood. He then reworked it in his original language. The song was about a shepherd and shepherdess on opposite sides of a river they are unable to cross. It was melancholy and sad and beautiful and, sung in his beautiful tenor voice, it raised goose bumps on me. We ended the night with Shell Be Coming around the Mountain when she Comes and then had to do an encore of Youll Never Know, both with Aimee reciting the next line. From all the cheering and clapping after our concert, I could see that everybody enjoyed it just as much as I did. Anna finally reported to me on what the ladies had decided about sex and I conveyed it to Matt and the other guys. They wanted to have another sex play party but with a couple of restrictions. First, they said everything would be permitted except that there would be no penises in vaginas, in other words, no fucking to give Matt what he needed. Second, the guys would get one orgasm for every one they gave to a girl. When Matt heard what they decided, he had only one word. Shit! I told him it was going to be a wonderful evening and I thought he should exercise his tongue regularly. <><><> In her morning weather report Aimee said that the barometric pressure was the lowest she had recorded and she predicted very stormy weather. I walked outside and looked at the clouds moving from west to east faster than Id ever seen. Occasional strong gusts of wind rattled the bamboo porch covering we had built. I could only hope that my plans were good enough and that it would withstand the winds. At mid-morning the rains came, light at first but constant. By noon, they were almost monsoon-like. Thats when I heard the first lightning strike somewhere up the mountain and then the deafening rumble of thunder. By mid-afternoon, lightening from cloud to cloud and from cloud to ground was almost constant. The sky was dark and the lightning flashes and following thunder were frightening. It seemed that Thor and the old gods were truly engaged in battle. Now I worried about the safety of whatever was at the top of the mountain providing us with power. At nightfall, the battle between the Norse gods had not slowed. Earlier in the day, I had company sitting outside on a bench under the porch. I suppose we were all awed by such a late fall or winter storm. Later I was the only one who dared to sit outside and watch the epic battle. The weather system that was causing it seemed to have stalled out directly over us. Finally I went inside to the kitchen. The others were all there, playing chess, making seashell necklaces, and talking. Even inside the thunder was loud and uncomfortable and I could tell they were all apprehensive. I tried whistling a happy tune and they all looked at me like I was crazy. Iain suggested a rousing chorus of You Are My Sunshine, and we all belted it out. He followed up with a solo performance of Somewhere over the Rainbow in his beautiful tenor voice and that seemed to settle the apprehension a little. We all got tablets and sang Its a Grand Night for Singing next. After a few more songs, the tension in the crowd seemed to have lessened and we all went to bed. I lay there holding Anna for a while, listening to the thunder rumbling, and finally went to sleep. DAVID, ANNA, PLEASE WAKE UP! WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY! I rolled out of bed and looked at the clock: a few minutes before two oclock in the morning. Anna stood up groggily and held on to my shoulder. What is it, Aimee? I asked. We have a serious emergency, David! The shield is down. All other systems are functioning but I have lost power for the shield. Should I alert all the others so you may decide what to do? TO BE CONTINUED: Lyrics from "Adrift on a Star" from the musical "The Happiest Girl in the World. ANNA Here we are adrift on a star, Alone in a silent sky, Lost in space, together we face The wonder of where and why. Why a sky without an end, A sea without a chart, Why the rain, and why the rose, And why the trembling heart. DAVID The moon, the tide, the years, They go drifting along. ANNA The music of the spheres, Are there words to your song? DAVID Is there a bright gleaming goal Ending this brief barcarole? TOGETHER Here we are adrift on a star, And what is our journey for? Can it be the heart is not free? And love is a golden shore. DAVID That wherever we are ANNA In this star-spangled sky TOGETHER If theres love in your star You're home, you're home. 1

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Eighteen After lunch James was so eager for all of us to go Aimees room, he almost ripped his loincloth off. Iain was almost as quick to get naked. They both stood there watching Anna. She teased them a little and slowly removed her loincloth. They didnt even look at me when I removed mine. Then they were out the door and running to Aimees room. I yelled for them to go to the supply room to get the Nor and then I took Annas hand and we followed them. Her grin was just as wide as mine. James didnt even wait when the four of us went in Aimees room. He jumped into the lounge chair, spread his legs, reclined, and opened the jar of Nor. Good afternoon, Aimee, I said. James and Iain want to use your chair again. Is that OK with you? Of course, David. I am always pleased to have your company. May I be of assistance? No, Aimee. Please just listen and speak up when you wish. I waited while first Anna, then Iain, and then James briefly greeted Aimee. The three of them seemed to regard her as just another person, a friend. Whatever or whoever she was, I knew I certainly regarded her as a friend. Since the four of us were naked, I wasnt surprised when I saw that she was too. First, the image on the screen was of her full body. That image then changed to one of her from the waist up. I took a second to appreciate her beautiful breasts and then turned to James. He was stretched out in the recliner with a grin on his face, an already erect penis hovering above his abdomen, and his testicles hanging down between his spread legs. I knew I had to ruin somebodys plans but I thought it might be a good lesson for him and Iain and Anna. We all had to be careful not to waste any of the resources which had been provided for us. James, before we start, I want to ask you a question, I said. He looked at me and waited. How big a supply of the defoliatorWhat did Iain call it? Nor?...do we have? If we run out, when will our supply be replenished? How do we know it will ever be replenished? Will somebody eventually send us another shipment? It is not a defoliator, David, Aimee said. It is a depilator. Well, it leaves you bare, doesnt it? It must be a defoliator. She just groaned and shook her head. Her sense of humor was one of the traits that always made me believe she was human. Anna just looked from Aimee to me and back in amazement. James and Iain both looked at me without saying anything. Since it was Annas idea that the guys should use it on their legs too, I waited to see if she understood. She looked at me critically and then responded the way I wanted her to. I think David is telling us that all the resources we have may be limited and we shouldnt waste them. You guys really dont need to use the stuff on your legs but I would like to use it on mine at least one more time. I suppose we dont really need to use it on our pubic hair either. Damn, I was hoping to see what a bare pussy looked like, James said. Aimee, what do you think? I asked. Do we need to worry about wasting the defoliator? Yes, David, she answered. You should be concerned about all your resources. All of the present supplies were here before me. I have no knowledge as to when any new ones might arrive. Use of any of the supplies is under your control. I think we should let Anna use it on her legs and we should all use it to defoliate our pubic patches, just this once, I said. Then I think we should let James and Iain find out how big our supply is and how long it might last. Maybe theyll volunteer to do the same thing with some of our other resources. Thats OK with me, Anna said. James wants to go first. Who wants to help me with him? Ill help if youll do me next, Iain said. They looked to me for approval and I shrugged. I pulled a chair up closer and sat down to watch. Anna stood on one side of James, Iain on the other, and James held the Nor on his abdomen, almost touching the head of his erect penis. How do we do this? Anna asked. Well, one of us needs to hold his dick out of the way and the other needs to rub the stuff all over his pubic hair, Iain said. You have to rub it in thoroughly to do a good job of making the hair come off. Keep rubbing it in until the Nor seems to disappear. If youll hold his dick straight up, Ill rub the Nor in. Not me, boy! Anna said. Iain looked at her like he couldnt believe what he had heard. Why not? It wont bite you. Yeah, but it might spit on me. Iain and James looked at each other and grinned. They knew I had told Anna about what they had done with me. Anna held James penis between her thumb and one finger and pulled it upright, then bent over and looked closely at it. His foreskin was still covering the head and the glans was barely peeking out. Why isnt his foreskin retracted? she asked. Does it need to come off? Yeah, James said. It needs it bad. I meant your foreskin, dummy, Anna said. Does it retract? Damn, nobodys going to whack my foreskin off. I meant my dick. And, yeah, my foreskin pulls back. Just slide your hand down my dick. Poor thing, Anna said. She wrapped her hand around his dick and slid the foreskin down tight enough to make him squirm. She stroked it a couple of times and then stopped. Well, arent you going to rub the Nor on him? she asked, looking at Iain. Iain rubbed the depilator on James pubic hair, on his testicles, and back between his legs including his asshole. Anna bent his dick out of the way and at the same time slowly moved her hand slowly up and down. James lay there grinning from ear to ear. I sat in the chair, grinning just as widely, enjoying the fun. Oh, Iain, I love you so much, James cooed when Iain was rubbing the Nor on his asshole. Yeah, youll love me more when I use my dick instead of my finger, Iain retorted. Dont make it come off, Anna, at least not yet, I said. Let him suffer for a while. Yeah, make him suffer, Anna, Iain said. Tell him to get his butt out of the chair so you and somebody else can do me. Hes suffered enough, Iain, Anna said. Im going to kiss it and make it all better. She leaned over, kissed James dick right of the tip of the head, and then straightened back up. She held it for a moment longer, looking at it appraisingly, and then leaned over again, took the head in her mouth for a second, and then stood up again. There. Does it feel better, James? she asked, grinning. His eyes were wide open and so was his mouth. Yeah, yeah, it sure does, he finally managed to say. James was a little too slow in getting his butt out of the chair so Iain grabbed his leg and pulled. They ended up dancing around Anna with their fists in the air. It was the first time Id seen naked boxers with hard-ons. They were grinning so I wasnt worried. No blows were exchanged. Iain, get your butt in the chair if you want Anna to do you next instead of me, I threatened. He got his butt in the chair in a split second and stuck his tongue out at James when he got settled. James gave him the finger. They were still grinning. Iains dick was rigid too, standing up a little above his lower abdomen. His balls hung down between his legs almost to the recliner. I wondered what Caitlyn would think if she could see him. He had changed since he came to this new world. He was now a slim muscular tanned young man, sexy to even my masculine eyes. I wondered what Caitlyn would think of him. I thought Iain would prefer to have Anna hold his dick out of the way instead of me. She gave him the same treatment she had given James. She stretched his foreskin back so tight it looked painful and then wrapped her hand around his dick and slowly stroked it and bent it out of the way. I stuck my fingers in the Nor and thoroughly rubbed it into his pubic hair. While Anna played with his dick, I rubbed it on his testicles slowly and gently. They had retracted with Annas handiwork so it was easy for me to rub it back between his legs. I made him squirm when I slid one finger back and rubbed Nor on his asshole. When I signaled finished, James tried to pull his leg and almost got kicked in the face. Wait, damn it, Iain said. Annas not finished with me. He looked at her expectantly. She wrapped her hand around his dick again, slid the foreskin down tight, leaned over, kissed it on the tip, and then took it in her mouth for a second. There, little dick, she said. I hope you feel all better now. Iain rolled out of the chair and then he and James looked first at Anna and then at me. Ill let you guys do me next, I said. Lets let Anna take a break. Shes been doing some hard work. I crawled in the recliner, held the Nor above my navel, and spread my legs so my balls could hang down like Iains. Anna moved around so she was standing between my legs with her hands on my knees. I thought Iain and James could give me the treatment rather quickly. I was wrong. Oh, shit, hes got another hard-on, James said, staring at my penis, suspended over my abdomen. Yeah, damn, its another big sucker, I mean fucker, Iain said, looking at my penis too. You hold it out of the way and Ill rub the Nor on his hairy patch. Not me, boy! Im not going to touch that thing! It wont bite you. I know but it might spit on me. I dont know why you guys are so afraid of it, Anna said. She pulled my penis upright, then leaned over, took about half of it in her mouth, began bobbing her head up and down, then sucked on it. I looked at Iains face and then at James. They both registered the same unbelieving astonishment. I lay there enjoying what her lips and tongue were doing to my penis and waiting to see what she would do next. She straightened up. See! It didnt bite me! It didnt spit on me! Iain, you hold it. James, you rub the Nor in. I glanced at Aimees monitor and saw that she was watching intently, with one hand raised to her mouth as though she might be trying to hide laughter. I waved at her and she waved back. She was grinning at the antics in front of her. Iain held my dick the same way Anna had held his. He wrapped his hand around it in the middle of the shaft, held it upright, and slid his hand slowly up and down. James rubbed my pubic hair and then my testicles thoroughly with Nor. Anna stood there at the end of the recliner grinning at me. Iain, if you make it spit on my hand, Im going to make you lick it off, James said. Dont blame me, Iain said. Blame Anna. I think she almost sucked the stuff out of his balls. She can suck it out of mine anytime she wants to, James said, leering at her. Yeah, mine too, Iain said. You forgot to rub it on his hairy asshole. Im not going to touch that thing, James said. It might bite me. Shit, Ill do it. I always wanted to give him the finger. And give me the finger, he did, rubbing my asshole hard enough to make me start squirming. I grimaced and squirmed theatrically a little to give him some satisfaction. I was having fun but I thought it was time to let the two of them do Anna. I wanted to do her myself but I also wanted to see how they were going to handle her. I rolled out of the chair and moved to the foot of the recliner. Anna didnt need to be told to get her butt in the chair. She took the Nor from Iain and held it on her stomach. Iain and James looked at me again. OK, you two can do her, I said. You get on each side of her. Ill just direct the operation. Start with her underarms. Then each of you do one of her legs. Start at her ankles. I thought Anna was going to squirm out of the chair when James and Iain started rubbing the Nor in her armpits. She closed her eyes and relaxed when they were doing her legs. There was a little growth of hair on her calves and less on the outside of her thighs. I knew from experience that there was almost none on the inside of her thighs. When they rubbed the stuff on her thighs, Anna spread her legs wide enough so that her pussy was fully exposed. From the way Iains and James heads were turned, I knew what they were looking at. The last time I had seen Anna her pubic hair had been trimmed into a neat patch on her mound. Now it was bushier and extended further to the sides. Where her mound curved back between her legs, the two halves had been smooth and hairless; now there was a little curly hair. Anna raised her knees, tilted her pelvis to expose everything to them, and then put her hand over her pussy for a moment. Aimee said that stuff wont burn or hurt if you get it on sensitive parts but I dont want to find out. Just make sure you dont get any on the inside of me. Both Iain and James kept looking between her legs. I wondered which one would touch her first. I bet on James and I was proved right. He started rubbing Nor on his half of her split mound and a few seconds later Iain started rubbing too. I looked at Annas face. She had her eyes closed and was smiling wide enough to make her dimples appear. I knew Anna had a little hair around her asshole and again I wondered what the boys would do. They didnt do anything. Both of them looked at me and I could tell they didnt know whether to touch her back there or not. James pointed at her asshole. Youve got to do that too, James, I said. Iain rubbed that stuff on my asshole and it didnt burn. You or Iain have got to do it before the job is finished. James held his Nor-covered finger an inch or two away from her anus. What if she farts and blows my hand off? he said, grinning at his own humor. Shit, if you get any closer, shell blow your head off, Iain said, grinning too. Women dont fart, I said. They pass gas silently. I looked at Annas face and then at Aimees and I could tell they were both trying to hold in laughter. James, you do it! I said in my Command voice. Thats an order! Aye, Aye, Captain, he said, getting the service branch and the rank both wrong. He slid one Nor covered finger between her cheeks and rubbed it around and around. I think Anna deliberately faked how erotic it felt to her. She squirmed and groaned more than I had. Finally she sat up and looked around. I pity any woman who has to put up with you three little boys, she said. We spent fifteen minutes lying in a row on the hot rock surface of the terrace just outside the door. Anna lay down first with her knees raised and her pelvis tilted to expose everything to the sun. Iain and James lay down on each side of her with their knees raised like hers. I had not thought about them having hairy assholes and, when I looked, I couldnt see any on either of them. I thought of making one of them move over and then decided to let them enjoy being close to her. I lay down beside James and raised my legs like the others. With the heat from the rock under me and the heat from the sun beaming down on me, I was quickly drenched in sweat and ready for a shower. When Aimee called time, I sat up and looked at Anna and the boys. They were sweating as much as I was. I stood up, helped Anna up, and we all made a mad dash for the showers. We crowded under two adjacent shower heads and washed each other and watched as our pubic hair went down the drain. The three of us guys had all lost our erection in the sun but, even drooping, I saw that we hadnt lost much in size. I saw Anna checking us out while James and Iain and I checked her out. James looked like a hairless pre-pubescent kid except for the size of his penis. Iain looked more like a man than a boy since his exercise routine was beginning to show results but he looked odd with no pubic hair. I dont know how I looked to the others. I thought I looked strange too but I liked the clean feeling, just like I liked to be clean shaven on my face. Anna was even sexier since her pubic hair didnt hide her cleft. With all her curves she was an absolutely perfect woman. The top of her breasts curved downward to her nipples and the underside of each was a perfect quarter circle. Her abdomen was flat, maybe a little concave on top with a sweet little swelling below her navel. And then there was the beautiful little mound with the beginning of her cleft. I loved looking at it. My dick loved looking at it. My mouth loved looking at it. I wanted to get down there and explore her hidden secrets. The more I looked at it, the more I wanted to do it, like immediately. I picked her up in my arms and walked over to the drying area. She didnt resist. She just kissed me on the cheek and smiled at me. The four of us stood there until most of the water from the shower was blown off. What are you up to, David? she asked. Nothing, I said. I just thought Id take you to bed and play with you. What about Iain and James? Ill send them to check the rabbit snares. Or maybe Ill send them to pick the garden. Or maybe Ill invite them to play with us, if you want me too. I dont mind if they play with us. I think it would be fun. But theres one thing they cant do. Iain and James were both watching and listening to us. Both shook their head up and down and smiled as wide as possible. Whats that? I asked. Its what were going to be doing tonight. Im going to fuck you until you cant get it up anymore. Is that before or after I fuck you? Do you think it would be OK if I invited them to play with us, just play, without fucking me? I know Im not ready for that yet and I may never be. What do you want to do? What was it you said? Tu voulais un minou ras? Yeah, I want a shaved pussy. I want to eat a shaved pussy. Que cest doux!" I meant what do you want to do about James and Iain? she asked. Should we invite them or not? Yeah, lets invite them. You can probably think of something they can do while Ive got my head between your legs. James gave Iain a high five and both stood waiting. We invited them and got two enthusiastic responses. I carried her out of the bathroom to our bed chamber, with them right at my heels. Then I positioned her where I wanted her while they stood on each side of me, grinning like jackasses and stroking their dicks. Perhaps they wondered why I arranged Anna so that she was lying on the side of the bed with her legs half off and feet on the floor. When I stuffed a pillow between her feet and got down on my knees, maybe they got the idea. I looked up at them and pointed to one side of Anna for James and the other for Iain. Then I quit worrying about what they were going to do. I thought Anna might find some use for them. I bent over, lifted Annas legs under the knees, and splayed them to the sides. That left her shaved pussy, or rather bare pussy, before me in all its glory. But I didnt want to have to hold her legs while I had my face at her pussy. I shifted them to my shoulders so her feet were resting sideways on my back and her thighs were still wide apart. That was what I wanted, to be able to use my hands and mouth down there. For a moment I just looked at it, my face almost between her legs. It was so damn neat: hairless, not even any stubble, just a smooth mound that curved back between her legs. Without any hair, the little shaft leading to her clit looked longer. Her little lips were parted just a bit and I could see the inner pink flesh. I looked at the scene for a moment and then lowered my head and gave her a long lick from her puckered hairless asshole, up through the little lips, all the way over her hidden clit. And then I did it again. And again. Anna began wiggling and moaning softly with each lick. After a while I looked up to see what James and Iain were doing. They were both on their knees on the bed bent over Anna with their hands and mouths on her breasts and nipples. Anna had her arms extended under their bodies with her hands cupped under their testicles. Both their dicks looked like they were as rigid as they could possibly be. I started loving Annas pussy again. This time I extended my tongue as far as possible and probed her vagina again and again. Immediately, I smelled and tasted her arousal and the scent and taste went straight to my penis and testicles. I wanted her. Damn, I wanted her so much. I didnt want to wait til tonight. I wanted to fuck her now. I stopped tongue-fucking her, took a few deep breaths, and tried to get myself under control. When I looked up again, I saw Iain and James still bent over Anna, with their hands and mouths on her breasts but she now had her hands wrapped around their penises. While I watched, Iain moved up and kissed her. It looked like both had their mouths open. James slapped Iain on the shoulder and then took a turn kissing her. All the while, she pulled on their dicks again and again. She wasnt jacking them off; she was milking them off. I shut my eyes again and went back to licking her pussy, concentrating this time on the area where her little lips came together, trying to pull the hood off her clitoris so I could lick her little nubbin. I could tell when I succeeded. I felt a hard bump under my tongue and Anna started squirming more. I licked it again and again. I felt two hands on my shoulders and looked up. James was kneeling beside me on one side and Iain was standing on the other. I knew they had been watching what I was doing. Let me do it, James said. I want to. Let me do it too, David, Iain said. Aimees showed us a movie on how to do it but I want to learn so I can do it to Caitlyn. Anna, is it OK if I let James and Iain do it, I asked. They both want to learn. With Annas permission, I showed them how to do it. I used my thumbs to stretch her inner lips to each side and then pushed up slightly. Anna had taught me that little trick to bring her clitoris out of hiding. I gave it a few licks and then looked up at James. He shook his head to show that he understood and then we changed positions. I stood there, slowly stroking my penis, while James gave her a good licking. From the way Anna groaned and squirmed, he must have been doing it right. Thats good, James, Anna whispered. So good. Iain stood beside me watching for a minute or so and then put his hand on James shoulder. I let Iain do it for a minute or so while Anna moaned and wiggled some more. Youre good too, Iain, Anna whispered. You three fuckers are just too goddamn good. Caitlyns going to love you when you do it to her. OK, you guys go back to what you were doing, I said. Let me finish her off. They both crawled back in the bed, kissed Anna, even kissed each other with an audible smack, and simultaneously put their mouths back on her breasts. I knelt between her legs, lowered my head, closed my eyes, and started licking her clitoris and everything around it again. When I looked up again, Iain and James were upright, still on their knees but not bent over Anna any more. While I watched, she changed her grip, pulled them closer to her by their dicks and both of them knee-walked up to her. She turned to James, took his penis in her mouth, sucked on it for a few seconds, and then gave Iain the same treatment. Then she changed her grip again and started jacking both of them at the same time. I went back down on her again and concentrated on her clit, licking it as hard as I could. She started squirming and moaning again and from the way she reacted I knew she was getting close to coming. I stuck my index finger in her pussy, pulled it out, stuck two fingers in, curled them around and rubbed them against her vaginal walls. Then I resumed licking her little nubbin. In seconds, I felt her internal muscles clenching and relaxing on my fingers, a really strong squeezing. Be easy, Anna, Im going to come if you dont stop, I heard Iain say. Me too, I heard James say. Youre about to break my dick off. I looked up and saw that she had stopped stroking their dicks and was hanging on to them while she came. After a moment, her hands started moving again and I marveled that she could jack them both at the same time and do it with such coordination. Iain and James were leaned over her a little bit, their hands on each others shoulders, their heads butted up against each other. Their eyes were wide open looking down at what Annas hands was doing to them and their faces looked like they were in sweet misery. James came first and squirted out a little bit on Annas breasts. Iain came seconds later and laid down a white trail across her breasts from the opposite direction. I decided to join them. I moved up on the bed on my knees between Annas spread legs. Her pussy was open and red and juicy-looking almost under my penis. I wrapped my hand around my penis, gave it hell for a few seconds, and squirted out again and again, the first flying up to her breasts, the next to her stomach, and the last dripping down on her pussy. When I was through, I looked at Iain and James. They were still on their knees but they had their own hands on their dicks now. I watched them both as they milked their dicks down and a little bit more came out of Iains and dripped down on Anna. James milked his too but I didnt see anything come out. I milked mine down and then flicked my dick down and back up rapidly to make the last blob fall on her. Anna was grinning so wide her dimples were showing again. While we watched, she rubbed her breasts with both hands, then her chest and stomach, and last her pussy. She smeared our semen all over her while the three of us guys watched and grinned. Iain, James, would you two go get some warm washcloths and clean up the mess you made? she asked. I lay there in the bed on my side with my head propped up on my hand and elbow and watched Iain and James gently clean up all our semen from Annas chest and stomach. They brought me a washcloth and Iain pointed to Annas pussy to let me know that was my job. When we finished, they looked at me and I assumed they wanted me to tell them what to do next. Would you guys like to relax with Anna and me for a while before we go prepare something to eat? I asked. Yeah, Id like that. Me too, Then ask Anna if she would like for you to cuddle with her for a few minutes, I said. Always make sure your woman wants you to be with her before you do anything else. Of course they both asked and, as I knew she would, Anna smiled and welcomed their attention. OK, Anna, would you lie down between Iain and James and let them spoon up to you? I asked. Ill wait for tonight to get my turn. What do you meanspoon up to her? James asked. Dummy, he means for you to hug up to her from behind, Iain said. Youll like it when you sleep with your woman. OK. What are you going to do, Iain? James asked. Im going to spoon up to her first, he said. You lie down in front of her and wait for her to turn over. Just try to be good, dummy. Well, if Im hugging Annas butt, I cant promise to be good, James said. If I get another hard-on, what do I do about it? I thought Id better help the poor little dummy. Nothing, I said. Annas felt me behind her with a boner. We want you to cuddle up behind her and hold her. Thats all. Every time a hard-on calls, you dont have to answer it, at least not right away. If he gets a hard-on, Ill take care of it, Anna said. James, do you know how a nurse takes care of a patient with an erect penis? No. She thumps it right on the head! Ooooh, hot damn! James said. Dont do dat to me! Do dat to Iain! Noooo, Iain said. Do dat to David! He likes it! I let them get into position first and then I lay down too and propped up on my elbow so I could see the three of them. As I expected, Anna took Iains hand in hers and placed it on her breast. Anna, would you do something for James, you know, something you did for me one night to help me go to sleep, I asked after a minute of so. Id love to, David, she answered. James, would you scoot down just a little? I watched as he moved down on the bed until his face was near Annas breasts. Iain had his hand on one and I could see the nipple peeking out between his thumb and index finger. Anna cupped her hand under the other one and offered it to James. He didnt need to be asked; he took the nipple in his mouth. When Anna turned over, neither of them needed to be told what to do. James scooted up to Annas butt and put one arm over her with his hand on her breast. Iain moved down on the bed and took the nipple of the other breast in his mouth. We lay there until we all decided that we needed to go pee. When I told Iain and James that Anna wanted us to dress for dinner from now on, they both frowned. When Anna told them she meant dressed in just a loin-cloth, they both grinned. We all helped to prepare our evening meal. I grilled the fish while Anna sauted potatoes and onions in olive oil. Iain sauted slices of some huge mushrooms he and James had found. James made a big pile of tomato slices and arranged a nice platter of raw vegetables. Anna was as impressed as I had been at how much Iain and James ate. After dinner, we all went to pick the garden again and visited Lightening before we came back home. My mind was on what I wanted to do with Anna and I assumed that the two of us would be occupied until late. I didnt want to have to get up the next morning to check the rabbit snares and I thought I could trust Iain and James to do it. As we were crossing the terrace on our way back, each of us carrying a sack of fresh vegetables, James had a question for me. David, why dont the rabbits get in our garden? And why dont the birds peck our tomatoes? Lets go ask Aimee, I said. I had asked her before I started the garden but I wanted the others to hear her answer. We left the vegetables in the kitchen and then went to Aimees room. She was dressed, or rather undressed, differently again. She had on a loincloth like the rest of us. Two young boys got to see how beautiful her breasts were again. I looked at Annas and then at Aimees. Both had beautiful perfect breasts but it was no choice. I liked Aimee. I loved Anna. I could touch Annas breasts. I wondered if Anna and Aimee were alike in another way. Aimee, would you mind removing your loin-cloth for just a second, I asked. She grinned and slowly removed it. Her mound was now as hairless as the rest of us. She looked so young and virginal with her little cleft showing. She slowly tied her loincloth around her waist again, grinning all the while. I glanced at Iain and James for a second and saw where their eyes were fixated. Aimee, James has a question for you, I said, and she looked at him. Aimee, why dont the rabbits eat our vegetables and why dont the birds peck our tomatoes? he asked. James, I thought David might have already told you. It is because I protect your garden. I cannot protect it from insects because some of them are needed for pollination but I protect it from anything larger. Tell them what else you protect, Aimee, I said I protect the entire mountain from dangerous wild birds and animals, she said. On the mainland, there are many animals which could harm you. I maintain a barrier where the isthmus meets the mountain to prevent any of them from coming across. In the air, there are large raptor birds which might attack you. I maintain a shield over the entire mountain against larger birds." What are the most dangerous animals, Aimee? I asked. Tell us a little bit about the three most dangerous, please. Perhaps the most dangerous are the pigs, David. The boars can weigh twice as much as you and have tusks that can cut you down and kill you. The sows are much smaller but they are just as dangerous, especially when they are defending their young. They are omnivores and they will eat you after they kill you. They frequently try to cross the isthmus to the mountain. They like to scavenge on the isthmus. Damn, I was hoping for some barbequed ribs, I said, jokingly, trying to wipe the horrified looks off three faces. I guess that will have to wait. Aimee continued, The next most dangerous are the bears. Males can weigh three or four times as much as David. Females are about half as big and just as dangerous when they have cubs. They occasionally try to cross the isthmus. The next most dangerous are the cats. There are three different species in this location. The biggest weigh about as much as David whether they are male or female. They rarely try to cross the isthmus. They prefer to remain in heavily forested areas. Thank you, Aimee, I said. Ive been thinking about an excursion out on the isthmus. I wanted Anna and Iain and James to know what we might encounter. They need to practice using weapons so they can help defend ourselves. Are you seriously thinking about it? Iain asked. Yeah, I think the four of us can cope with any danger we encounter. The first time, were not going to venture far out on the isthmus and Aimees shield will be behind us so we can run back to it if we need to. He looked at James and Anna. Do you want to try it? Both nodded. When we go, well stay in a triangular pattern, with me always at the point, toward the danger, James on my right, a little distance back, and Iain on my left, the same distance back. You must be ready for danger from the ground or from the air. Youll need to carry a spear in one hand and another weapon in the other. If Anna goes, well put her in the middle of the triangle. She must carry weapons too. David, dont treat me like that just because Im a woman, Anna said, with more than a little anger. I want to do the same thing they do. I want to try different weapons until I find the ones I can handle best. Im sorry, Anna, I said. Im used to being with just Iain and James. I promise not to make you do the washing and ironing. She smiled at that. I dont suppose we would ever worry about ironing anything again. Im trying to make up my mind about a little expedition outside Aimees protection, I said. Ive been thinking of how I could take one of the little piglets. I dont want the sow because shes too big to carry home and we need to leave her alone to create more little porkers but Id love to get one of her little ones so we can have roasted suckling pig. Yeah, James said. I love pulled pork sandwiches. We just need some bread and some barbeque sauce. David, please let us help you, Iain said. We can learn how to protect ourselves and how to kill animals for food. Weve got to learn stuff like that. Weve got to start doing it some time. Seriously, I would like to explore the isthmus at least a little, I said. Theres no cover so we should be able to see any dangerous animal easily. I think we could already defend ourselves against a single threat. Maybe we just might be able to get a little porker and get back behind Aimees barrier. If we go, all of you will have to do exactly as I say. We will, James said. Lets go. OK, if youll all do what I say and let me teach you how to handle weapons, well go in abouttwenty days. TO BE CONTINUED

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Three Anna, would you go somewhere with me tomorrow? I asked. Id like to spend the day with you and maybe talk to you about something. We were having dinner together on Friday night. A week had passed since I was chosen for the mission and I knew my orders to go could come at any time. Before I left, I wanted to try to talk to her about an incident in my life, something so painful that Id never been able to talk to anyone about it. As usual, she had on a baseball cap with her hair protruding through the opening at the back and tumbling down behind her. I liked to see her that way but I wondered how shed look if her hair was totally unrestrained. There wasnt a trace of makeup on her face, at least, none that I could see. In my eyes, she didnt need makeup. She was a beautiful woman without it. Of course, Ill go with you, David, she answered. But why cant we talk now? Im too stuffed with shrimp to do anything else. Wed been surprised when we went to the mess hall for dinner. Somehow someone had managed to get fresh shrimp for us and the cooks had done a low-country shrimp boil. As far as I knew it was a first for our remote desert base. Wed both gorged ourselves. There was a huge pile of shrimp shells and red potato peels and corncobs in a plate between us. The potato peels were all hers; I ate mine peel and all. I want to go where theres no one else around, I said. I know a place I think youll enjoy seeing. Its about five miles from here so well check out a jeep. Then well have about thirty minutes of walking to get to the place so youll need to wear your boots. You can wear shorts but you probably should wear a long-sleeved shirt and your desert hat. Thats the way Ill be dressed. Well be out in the sun part of the time. Is it safe? she asked. You know weve been warned about wandering around in the desert without plenty of water. Well be safe, I answered. The spot is on the base map and I have to tell the motor pool where Im going with the jeep and when Ill be back. Besides, theres water there. Ive been there before. Now that sounds interesting. Water? In the middle of the desert? Tell me about it. No, I want it to be a surprise. Its a beautiful spot. Its magical. I think youll like it. Are you sure youre not just trying to get me off somewhere and seduce me? she asked, smiling. Anna, trust me, I said. Youre safe tomorrow. After tomorrow, I make you no promises. Well, I make you no promises about tomorrow, she said. I have a mind of my own, you know. I know, I said. I really did know. She could be an assertive woman when she wanted to. Id learned that the hard way a time or two. What time do you want to go? Immediately after breakfast. Ill take a backpack with water and something for lunch. We'll be back for dinner tomorrow night. Are we going on one of your mysterious trips? she asked. What do you mean? Scuttlebutt has it that you go off by yourself on mysterious trips. Some guys tried to follow you once and they said you disappeared. Do you believe in magic, Anna? She smiled at me. No, not really. I shrugged and kept a straight face. Well, I do. I knew they were following me. I decided to disappear. So I just cast a spell and became invisible. I saw them drive right past me. David, be serious. I am. David, you must trust me. Ive already agreed to go with you tomorrow. That proves I trust you. Will you swear not to tell anybody what I tell you? I asked. I swear. I turned off my jeep once and heard another one back the way Id come. I knew I was being followed. I saw an outcropping of reasonably-flat rock that looked like I could drive on it. I almost turned. Then I decided Id play a trick on them. What did you do? I stayed in the sand for maybe a hundred yards farther and drove around a boulder. Then I stopped, backed up very carefully to the rock outcropping and drove on it until I knew they wouldnt see the jeep. Then I went back and swept away the tracks where I turned onto the rock outcropping. I was behind a mesquite bush when they went past. She shook her head and grinned. I believe in magic, Anna, I whispered. Ive believed in it since the first time I saw you. What else could explain the way I was drawn to her? I had lain awake at night more than once trying to understand what attraction she held for me. She was a woman but I was attracted to many young women, even though I had not often yielded to that attraction. She was beautiful in my eyes but many men would have thought she was too big and too tall. She was a perfect size for me. I suppose magic was as good an explanation as any. She looked at me with a serious look on her face. Finally she grinned and said, Wow. Theres more magic where Im taking you, Anna, I said. Trust me. <><><> When we met for breakfast, she had on a wide-brimmed desert hat with all her hair pulled up and completely hidden underneath it. It made her long neck stand out. She also had on a long-sleeved shirt with a white undershirt showing in the unbuttoned front and her usual khaki shorts. She had on desert boots with white socks. There were two stunning long legs between shorts and boots. She was beautiful as always. Breakfast was our usual Saturday morning steak and eggs fare. I had steak with three fried eggs, hash-browns, Texas toast, and two big glasses of milk. I wasnt surprised when she had the same thing but with two eggs and one glass of milk. My training burned the calories out of me and I assumed hers did the same. Just like me, she had little body fat. I suppose she had more than me and it was all in the right places. Before we left the mess hall, I went back to the serving area and grabbed a couple of navel oranges. I turned, saw her waiting, pitched the oranges to her, and took two more. I knew how good they were and I didnt have any fruit in my backpack. There was no road leading to the place. I drove through the boulders and brush, keeping one mountain peak in sight. After a while, we entered a dry riverbed and I knew I was close. I drove up the riverbed for a short distance before I saw the rock formation I was looking for. I left the riverbed and headed for what appeared to be a long outcropping of solid rock. When I saw the opening in it, I knew Id found the place again. I hid the jeep behind some bushes and we both got out. Do you mind if I take off my shirt, I asked. We wont be in the sun as much in a few minutes. Of course not, she answered. Im going to take mine off too. I took off my long sleeve shirt and stuffed it in the straps of the backpack. When I looked up, she was standing there in just a white t-shirt, holding her long-sleeved shirt out to me. It was evident she wasnt wearing a brassiere under her t-shirt. She didnt need one. Her breasts were full and rounded and firm with dark areolas and pointed nipples showing through her shirt. I stood there, looking at them for a moment and then looked up at her face. She was grinning at me. She knew where Id been looking. She handed me her long-sleeved shirt and I stuffed it under the backpack straps with mine. Whats the blanket for? she asked. I had rolled up an old army blanket, a hard wool one, and attached it to the bottom of the backpack. I hadnt thought that she might wonder what it was for. I knew Id intended it to be a place to sit while we talked. Its just a blanket, Anna, I said. When we get there, its for us to sit on. Thats all. I decided to tease her a little. I took off my undershirt and stood there bare-chested while she looked at me and smiled mischievously. Uh, uh, Im not taking mine off, she finally said. We stood there, looking at each other for a moment. To me, she was unbelievably beautiful, all woman, a big woman but all perfect, all desirable, almost too much woman. I could understand why some guys found her intimidating. She certainly didnt intimidate me. I felt my penis begin to engorge and I didnt try to hide it. I like to go commando once in a while too, she said. For a moment I wasnt sure what she meant. I knew the guys referred to going without undershorts as going commando. I didnt have on anything under my shorts. I preferred to let everything hang loose in the desert heat. Did she mean she wasnt wearing any panties? Or simply that she wasnt wearing a bra? I finally thought of what she might be seeing in my shorts and looked down. The length of my penis was outlined down one leg of my shorts and the rim around the head was clearly defined. Im sorry, I said. It has a mind of its own. Dont say youre sorry, David, she said. I think its a nice compliment. Im glad to know you find me desirable. Oh, you are, I said, and then changed the subject. Were going through an opening in the rock. Animals of all kinds go through it at night to get water. You can see their tracks everywhere near the entrance. Were not likely to encounter any of them during the daytime. Are any of them dangerous to us? she asked. Probably not, I said. Any animal can be dangerous if its threatened or cornered. I dont think well even see any in the daytime. Just let me go first and you stay about five or ten feet behind me. OK? I took my knives out of the backpack and unbelted my shorts enough to thread my belt through the scabbard so that the knives were at my right hip. I looked up to see her watching me. Theyre called Big Boy and Little Boy, I said. My grandfather gave them to me when I left home for the Academy. Have you killed anybody with them? she asked. I decided to be truthful. Yes, Anna, I have. Just once. Now could we not talk about them? I dont think Ill really need them today but I always carry them when Im out in the dessert. She kept looking at the knives and then at my face. I smiled at her, put on the backpack, put on my desert hat again, and started looking for animal tracks to show to her. I didnt want her thinking about what I had done with Big Boy. I didnt want to think about it either. When we were through looking at animal tracks, we walked single file through the narrow crack in the rocks. On each side, the walls were perhaps fifty feet high. The floor alternated between stretches of sand and stretches of boulders. The cloudless blue sky was always visible above our heads. We walked in silence from alternating patches of dim light to, as the crevice turned, stretches of bright sunlight. Within the crevice we were walking slightly uphill and the height of the wall on each side gradually diminished. I was leaving a patch of dim shadow and entering bright sunlight when I heard it, behind me and to my left side. The suddenness of the rattle startled me but I knew instantly what it was. I also went instantly cool. Below the waist I froze. Above the waist, I turned to find the snake. Anna had heard it too. She had frozen and was standing a few feet away from the snake. It was turned toward her, tail upraised, body coiled, and head uplifted, ready to strike. I cursed myself for my carelessness. I should have known that my eyes would take a moment to adjust from shadow to bright sunlight. The snake had probably been unmoving when I walked past it and it had shifted into strike position just in time to threaten Anna. I had promised her that she would be safe with me. I had meant that she would be safe from me. I had not thought that she might be threatened by something I carelessly overlooked. Anna, be still. I said. Dont move. A memory from my childhood came back to me. We had been playing in the creek, a pack of boys, naked as the day we were born, in water that came part way up our thighs. A black runner, a long slim non-poisonous snake came swimming down the creek. I had caught it by the tail, swung it around and around my head, and then popped it like a whip. I grabbed the rattler by the tail, swung it around and around in a circle, gradually increased the speed, and then popped it like a whip, the same way I had done the black runner. It worked again. I saw the snakes head go flying. I slowed down my circular swing, grabbed the snakes body with my left hand near the tail, and slid my hand up close to where its head had been. I held the big rattler between my outstretched arms and looked at it. The result had been the same as with the black runner. The top of its head had been snapped off and the bottom jaw remained. I knew that with the fangs gone it was harmless. In cool time, it seemed a minute might had passed; in real time, I knew it had been only seconds. I looked up at Anna, standing with her mouth open and complete horror in her face. I smiled at her. There, its harmless now, I said, nonchalantly. Im sorry I missed it. She couldnt speak. She stood there shaking, still petrified by fear. Its OK, Anna, I said. Ive done it before. I knew what would happen when I swung it around my head. The centrifugal force kept it from coiling up again. When I snapped it like a whip, I knew the head would be popped off. She still couldnt say anything for a minute or two longer. I threw the rattler back down the way wed come and it began writhing mindlessly. I knew it could take a long time for the body to learn that it didnt have a brain anymore. Are you cool, David? she finally asked, breathlessly. I smiled at her, and nodded. I shut my eyes, willed my breathing and my heart to slow, and felt the cool gradually fade. In a minute or so, I felt normal again and opened my eyes. She was watching me. I told you I wouldnt hurt you, Anna, and I meant it. Im not going to let anything else hurt you either. Ive never seen anything like that! she exclaimed. I thought you were nuts, grabbing it by the tail and swinging it around your head like a crazy cowboy. Everything happened so quickly it was like a blur. I encircled her with my arms, one hand behind her back, the other behind her head, and pulled her close to me so that her head was tucked under my chin. I held her, neither of us saying a word, until her breathing slowed. I felt the warmth of her breasts pressing against my chest but my penis didnt respond. All I felt was love and caring for her and no desire or arousal. Its just a little further, I whispered. Its beautiful. Its magic. Trust me. She pushed back from me a little and looked up in my eyes. I let my hands fall down to her hips and then pulled her tightly against me. She grinned at me and I grinned back. I suppose she knew I was trying to make her forget the snake and think of something more pleasant. David, I think I feel something pressed against my stomach, she said. Do you think its another big fat rattlesnake? Whatever it is, youre safe, Anna, I said earnestly. I didnt bring you here to have sex with you. I meant it when I said I wanted to talk to you. I want to share something with you that Ive never talked about with anyone else. But maybe youre not safe from me, she said. Did you even think of that? I held her hand and we started walking again. We encountered another stretch of boulders and then suddenly there was a small stream that disappeared down a whirlpool among the rocks. We stood and looked at it for a minute and then we started walking again. The stream hugged the rock wall on alternating sides of the crevice. We walked on sand on the other side. The walls on each side of us were not as high now, perhaps twenty feet. We went around another turn in the crevice and there it was: a small valley completely encircled by rock walls except for the way wed come. The stream was coming out of the rock wall at the far end of the valley. It trickled out of the rock in numerous crevices and, at one place, leapt out in a small waterfall into a pool. On that part of the wall there were masses of green ferns. All over the valley there were trees: pines, box elders, canyon oaks and one lone beech tree. There were all kinds of plants and shrubs, one of which was in flower with red spikes. In the dryness of the desert, it really was a magical place. Most of the trees lined the small stream. The lowest limbs on the deciduous trees were more than head high so there was plenty of shade underneath the trees. I suppose the deer had eaten everything within their reach. Further back away from the steam, there was a random assortment of desert plants, ranging from tall saguaros to little barrel cacti. I had already learned to be very careful in that area. Where the stream cascaded down, there was a pool, about three feet deep at its deepest. The bottom was mostly sand, with an occasional small rock. It was a great place to play and cool off. Every time Id been here in the past, Id soaked in it for a while. Ill bet youve been skinny-dipping here; havent you? she asked. No, of course not, I lied. Why would I want to do that? Well, Id like to but right now I need to pee, she said. Where can I go? Anywhere, I said. I need to go too. Let me walk off a little ways and Ill turn my back. Im sorry but I cant offer you much privacy. I walked through the trees and, without turning around, pulled my penis out of my shorts and enjoyed a good piss. I stood there with my back to where Id left her until she rejoined me. We explored the valley from one end to the other. I tried to answer all her questions but my knowledge of trees and plants wasnt that good. Finally we ended up in the shade under the widespread beech tree. I knew it was very unusual in the desert environment. I couldnt imagine how it had gotten started in the valley. There were empty shells from all the little beechnuts covering the ground underneath the tree. I used the side of my boot to sweep the shells to one side, creating a path to the shadiest area. Next I swept clean an area big enough for the blanket. She stood there smiling, waiting. I took off the backpack, untied the blanket, and spread it on the ground. I sat down on the blanket and waited until she got settled too. I took off my boots and socks and watched her as she did the same. Her toenails were painted bright red. You couldnt resist, could you? I said. David, you dont know what its like to have to do without almost everything thats feminine, she said. I hate it. Would you like an orange? I asked. Id like a mid-morning snack. Would you? Yes, please. Id love one, she answered. I used Little Boy to cut the peeling off an orange. Anna watched intently as Little Boy effortlessly removed one long strip of peeling. Little Boys never killed anyone, at least not while Ive had it, I said when I was through peeling the orange. I broke the orange in two parts and handed half to her. We sat there breaking off sections of orange and sticking them in our mouth. I grinned when she almost choked on too much juice from a section. She stuck out her tongue at me. I offered another orange and Little Boy to her. Id never trusted anyone else to handle my knives. I wanted to trust her. Be careful, I said. Its sharper than a razor. She hesitated but she took the orange and my knife. She didnt manage to remove all the peel in one strip like Id done but she did a passable job of peeling the orange. She gave the knife back to me and then broke the orange and offered me half. When we finished with our snack, I stood up, held out my hands to her, pulled her upright, and led her to the stream. We waded out in the pool until the water was up to mid-calf and then washed the sticky orange juice off our hands. Do you think its magical, Anna? I asked, looking around. Yes, David, I agree. Its magical, she said. Would you lie down on the blanket with me so we can be comfortable? Id like to talk to you about I took a couple of deep breaths and resolved to talk to her. about some stuff Ive never been able to. I suppose she saw how I was struggling. Yes, David. Ill get on the blanket with you but only to listen to you talk. Thats all. When we were back on the blanket, I put my boots under the blanket, soles apart in different directions. She looked at me and I could see she was puzzled. Its for a pillow, I said. Sorry but its the best I can offer. Do mine, she said. We lay there with our heads on our boot pillows, flat on our backs, hands on our stomachs, knees raised, and I started talking. I began by telling her about my childhood. My first memories are always about Mother and Father and Fathers parents, I began. I called them Grandfather and Grandmother and Father and Mother. I dont think I ever knew why I was so formal about it. Its just the way we were. We werent really so formal in living together. We were warm and comfortable with each other. I knew they all loved me and I loved them. I always felt secure. I was happy and full of mischief and pranks but I dont ever remember being punished for anything. My father was an army officer, a tall handsome man, especially when he came home in his uniform. He towered over me then but now Im a little taller than he was. He was gone a lot of the time and he never talked to me about what he did when he was gone. Even when he put on jeans and a sweatshirt to work around the house, you could still see he was a man to be respected. I certainly respected him. But I loved him with all my heart. He and I had a very close loving relationship. We were very comfortable with each other. Did I say I loved him? I really did, you know. My mother was one of the most beautiful women I ever saw. She was good-looking even when she was sweaty and dirty from working in the flowers she loved. She had been trained as a nurse, like you, and she was often called on to help someone in the community whod been injured in something like a farming accident until they could be transported to the nearest hospital about thirty miles away. She never charged anybody so everybody around loved her. I never learned about her troubles until after I wasnt ready to tell her after what yet. I had to work up the courage to tell her that. I pretended to yawn and then continued without telling after what. Am I boring you? I asked. Just tell me if I am and Ill shut up. No, David, she answered. Its fascinating. You were saying you learned about your mothers troubles after something. What? Oh, nothing, I tried to downplay the subject. She had some trouble with alcohol and drugs for a while. Im sorry, she said. You dont have to talk about that unless you want to. I dont, I said and then continued by telling her about my grandparents. Grandfather was an older and greyer version of Father, just as tall and just as slim. He always wore cardigan sweaters in cold weather and always smelled of pipe tobacco and cologne. Grandmother always fussed at him for smoking a pipe and hed tell her, Hush, Woman, when she did. She always smelled of whatever she was cooking that day. She loved to cook. I never saw her measure anything but everything was always delicious. She was big breasted and always complaining about her weight. One of my earliest memories is of her sitting on the front porch of our house in a rocking chair, with me in her lap and my head against her breasts. Are you listening, Anna? Yes, David, she answered. Im listening. It seems like a wonderful way for a young boy to grow up. It was. We lived in a small town and I do mean small. I think we knew everybody and they knew us. Our house was one of the nicest ones, set on a rise close to the intersection of two highways. It was a big two-storied house, brick and stone, lots of dark wood inside, with a front porch. We had four big maples in a row on the front lawn and flowerbeds all around. Thats really not the house my parents and I lived in. My grandparents lived there. Mother and Father and I lived in the carriage house in back. I never saw a carriage in it but that was what we called it. Grandfather parked his car in there. We lived in the rooms upstairs in the carriage house. Two bedrooms, one bath, a large living room with a small kitchenette. I always felt at home in either house. We ate with my grandparents most of the time and I even had a bed in their house where I slept when I wanted to. My parents always slept in the carriage house. "There were hills behind our house and a creek across the road in front of it. All the boys in the village ran wild in the woods and skinny-dipped in the creek. We had a swimming hole that was fairly deep and we had a rope swing hanging from a big sycamore. We practically lived there during the summer time. I suppose thats one of my favorite memories, the summer days playing in the creek. Occasionally Grandfather walked down to the swimming hole and watched us playing. He called us his naked savages. We werent angels or anything like that. We were just normal boys, always looking for something to do and most of it was pretty innocent. Occasionally we did things we shouldnt have done, never bad stuff, just mischief. I cant remember ever being punished for anything I did. I got grounded on occasion but that was no real punishment since I just lost myself in books. I dont remember what girls did but I guess I wasnt interested in them at that time. I was home schooled until I was accepted into the Academy at seventeen. My grandparents and my mother loosely followed the state-mandated program for home-schooled kids but they didnt really have to teach me. At an early age, they discovered that I had a voracious appetite for books and an insatiable desire for knowledge. They let me discipline myself and I usually mastered the mandated material for a year in just a few months. After that, I was free to explore any topic that interested me and I guess I was interested in everything. They guided me but they never made me pursue any topics. They taught me four languages, most of the time without really teaching me, just using the different languages. My grandfather was Iranian and my grandmother was French. They were fluent in Farsi, Arabic, French, and English and they taught my father all four languages. My mother was French and she spoke French and English. They soon discovered that I had a natural ability with languages like they had and they all were diligent in guiding me to master all four languages. Thats what got me into the Academy, you know. All their rules and regulations spelled out the academic credentials which applicants had to have. I was the first home-schooled applicant and they had quite an argument in deciding whether I could be admitted without the mandated school program. My language skills finally convinced them. They interviewed me and questioned me in all four languages. I was able to shift easily from one to another and answer most of the questions they asked me. After that they permitted me to take the entrance exam and I scored above the eightieth percentile in all the different subjects. I knew that I was avoiding the one thing I needed to talk about, the one thing Id never been able to speak about. I decided to make an effort to tell her. I had to tell her. She had to know me for what I was. I knew it might ruin my chances with her but I had to be honest. I rose up on my elbow so I could look at her, took a couple of really deep breaths, and blurted it out. Anna, the last time I saw my fathers face was when a jihadist held up his severed head for the TV camera. I felt like Id been tasered. The image came rushing back to me and I tried unsuccessfully to fight against it. My heart ran wild, my lungs couldnt get enough air into them, and muscles all over my body were twitching one instant and frozen the next. I couldnt say anything else and the fear of being mute again made everything even worse. I wasnt aware of Anna or even where I was. I saw the image of my fathers face in front of my eyes and the horror held me in its grip. I fought to banish it but it insisted on coming back. Anna slowly slid her hand over my face, perhaps trying to make me close my eyes. They were still open and I couldnt close them. I stared into nothing, trying not to see the image. I tried to swallow and almost drowned on my own saliva. I tried to control my breathing. That sometimes worked. I counted breaths, in and out, and I slowly took control of my breathing. I willed my heart to slow down and gradually it did. Finally I took a couple of deep breaths, looked at Anna, and tried to smile. I couldnt. She was on her knees in front of me. What happened afterwards? she asked, and I knew she was trying to move me beyond the worst part. I took some deep breaths and discovered I could talk again. Grandfather found us, me and Mother, in the living room of the carriage house. He came looking for us because I didnt bring Mother back to the big house for dinner. She was in shock and I suppose I was too. She was crying uncontrollably but I couldnt cry. Anna, I couldnt speak because I couldnt cry. I didnt speak for months afterwards. I wanted to cry but I couldnt and so I couldnt speak. What saved you, David? she asked. How did you survive something like that? Grandfather and Grandmother took control of everything. Somehow, they got Mother and me through the days afterwards when his body was found and sent back and it was buried. I was never told but I knew his head wasnt with his body. Then Grandfather and Grandmother became the pillars of strength that supported the four of us. Mother seemed to recover at first but she must have been covering up what she really felt. It was the start of her descent into drugs and alcohol and madness but we didnt know it until they had claimed her. How old were you when it happened? I was twelve, just starting into puberty. How long was it before you spoke again, David? she asked. Almost six months, I answered. One morning I decided I had to speak to Grandfather. I went in the kitchen where he was reading the newspaper and asked him if we could go for a walk. From then on I could talk about anything except my father. Did you ever cry? she asked. No, I never have, I answered, looking at her. She had tears rolling down her cheeks. On her knees, she moved closer to me, wrapped her arms around me, and pulled my head against her breasts. I put one arm around behind her and tried to bury myself in the softness of her. Then Ill cry for you, David, she whispered, and she did. After a minute or so I felt tears running down my own cheeks, the first tears Id shed since before Fathers death. Somehow Annas sobbing touched me and I knew I could cry too. I relaxed and let the tears flow and the moaning and the sobbing overpower me. She held me with my head pressed against her breasts while the catharsis of crying for my father and mother ran its course. Finally I straightened up, looked at her, and tried to smile. I couldnt even smile. I feel like a damn fool, I said. Here I am, a grown man, crying like a little boy. You are a little boy, David, a twelve-year-old boy, she said. You needed to cry for your father. Youve been holding it in for a dozen years and now youve been able to let it out. Dont you understand? It was good for you to cry! I didnt just cry for my father, Anna, I said. I cried for him but I cried for my mother too. She disappeared when I was fourteen and weve never been able to find her. I suppose I cried for myself too. What do you mean? The last time I saw my father alive, when he was leaving, he told me to take care of my mother. He said I was a man and he wanted me to be sure no harm came to her. I said I would and then I said Id take care of him too. I failed him on both counts, Anna. David, you were a twelve-year-old boy, she said. You were an innocent child. You had no idea of the evil that exists in this world. He chose to fight against that evil. You didnt fail him or your mother. Do you understand why I want this mission so much? I asked. Not really, she answered. Why? Because Mullah Muqtada al-Badr is the one who beheaded him! Hes now the Grand Ayatollah. Our intelligence told Grandfather and he told me when I was sixteen. Thats when I swore revenge. I stood there in front of my grandfather and swore Id kill the Mullah some day. Ive been dedicated to it since I learned who killed him, eight years now. I mean totally dedicated to it. Im going to blow the bastard into hell! Hes going to pay for killing my father and mother! David, it doesnt have to be you who kills him. Cant you let someone else do it? Im sure hes at the top of our list. Maybe they can do it with a Predator drone strike. Do you know what Pashtunwali means? I know that nearly all the Taliban are Pashtuns. Thats about all. The Pashtuns follow an age-old code of conduct called Pashtunwali. One of the required duties under its rules is eye-for-an-eye revenge. I can understand how they feel, Anna. I feel the same way. David, I cant stop you from going on your mission but maybe I can give you a reason to come back. If you return to me, Ill marry you. Ill give you children. Ill grow old with you. And Ill love you with all my heart. Do you intend to come back or is this a suicide mission? Oh, I intend to come back, all right, I said, earnestly. I want to come back to you. Youve given me a new reason to come back. But I also want to tell the world about my father. I suppose I want to tell everybody about my mother too because my fathers death destroyed her. She didnt start with drugs and alcohol until about a year after his death. I dont blame her. I wish I had known how to save her. I dont understand why nobody else knows who killed him. Why has it been kept a secret? Before I left for the Academy, Grandfather told me it was time for me to see something and took me into his study. He unlocked his safe, took out a small box and a sheet of paper. The paper was a letter from the President awarding my father the Congressional Medal of Honor. Do you know what the Medal of Honor is? I think so. Tell me. Its the highest award for valor in action against an enemy force which can be bestowed upon an individual serving in the Armed Services of the United States. Id never known about it. Grandfather told me it had been given to him by the President in a private ceremony about a year after Fathers death. Hed been asked to keep it a secret and he had agreed, except that he was going to tell me when I came of age. The President asked about me and then agreed and they shook hands on it. When Grandfather asked me to keep it a secret, I agreed, and we shook hands on it. Why would they want to keep it a secret? she asked. My father was one of the first to accept an assignment to kill one of their top religious leaders. He didnt succeed. Our government still pretends that they dont assassinate the religious leaders of the jihadist movement. Its not public knowledge but we have a specific program to do just that. Im one of the ones trained to carry it out. Ive been chosen to kill Mullah Muqtada al-Badr and Ill do it! Ill kill the mullah-fucker! She looked at me questioningly. Why are you telling me now, David? If I dont come back, youre free to tell the world about it. Whether I succeed in my mission or fail, tell everyone. Tell the whole world. I want the world to know about my father. Will you do that? Yes, David, she whispered. Ill do it. Now, will you tell me about something else? What? I want you to tell me about something from your childhood, she said. Some of the good memories from that time. Something involving your father or grandfather. Can you do that? Memories came rushing back at me. The memory of one incident alone was enough to make me smile. Her attempt to redirect my attention made me smile even more. Sure, I said. Once when my father came home, I begged him to go to the creek with me. It was the first summer when I was totally free to spend my time there and I wanted to show him our swimming hole. Grandfather, Father, and I walked down the hill to the creek and Father asked me if I wanted to play in the creek. He said he wanted to. We both stripped to our birthday suits but Grandfather begged off. Father and I played in the creek together and he taught me to get on his shoulders and stand up while he held my hands. Then I would dive off into the creek. I was probably nine or ten and I felt so loved when we were doing it. When we got out of the creek, Father and I stood there letting the warm air dry us. I remember looking at him and then Grandfather and it was like I was looking into the past and the future at the same time. I was looking into the past at where Id come from but at the same time I was looking at myself in Father as a grown man and in Grandfather as an old man. I felt so safe and secure and happy. We walked back to the house with both of them holding my hands. I cant ever forget that. Now tell me something about your grandfather, something that happened after your fathers death. Can you do that? I understood what she was trying to do. She was trying to make me keep on talking but about good things. I remember something when I was fourteen. I was well into puberty and Grandfather was trying his best to help me to understand what was happening to my body. Wed take long walks together and talk and Id ask him questions. I could tell he was uncomfortable answering sometimes but I suppose he knew he had to fill in for my father. Anyway, one October afternoon, I remember walking with Grandfather through all the fallen leaves. Sometimes he held my hand, like European men and Middle Eastern men do. Sometimes Id carry his cane and hed walk with his hand on my shoulder. Hed been struggling to tell me about what happened when a man and woman made love. Then out of the blue, he asked me to name my first son after Father. I cant ever forget that. I want to name our first son after him, Anna. I want to name our son Michael. What if our first child is a girl? You name the girls. I name the boys. Hows that? Are you sure you want to bring children into this world? she asked. I dont know. Id rather bring them into a world of my choosing. Id love to have lots of kids with you. Maybe we can teach them all to love life and each other so much they dont want to fight stupid wars. David, do you think we could go skinny-dipping in the pool, like little children? We could pretend that youre twelve and Im eleven. Were both just about to start into puberty. Id like to go skinny-dipping with you. She looked at me, all serious and unsmiling and her dark eyes held me to her gaze. Her nose, with just a little upturn at the end, was perfect for her. Her full lips were a perfect bow on top with another on bottom. Her mouth was so enticingly kissable. I wanted so much to feel her lips against mine again. Her arms were long and slim, seemingly hairless from her shoulders down to her smooth fingers. Her legs also seemed to be hairless until I looked closer and saw that her calves had a light covering of hair on them. I remembered she had complained about not being able to shave her legs. She didnt really need to. She took off her desert hat and shook her head and her dark hair fell down all around her shoulders. It was long, a little wavy, and reached down to her breasts in front, almost hiding them. I thought Id never seen anything more beautiful than her hair. Then she took off her shirt and I saw her breasts. She didnt need a brassiere. Her breasts were not large at all, almost small on a woman her size. They were firm with almost no droop, and her nipples pointed slightly upward. What held my eyes were the areolas of her breasts. They were a little darker than her skin with nipples even darker. The areolas were little mounds on top of her breasts and the nipples stuck out another half inch or so. Then she stood up, released her shorts, and pulled them and her panties down at the same time. I was awe struck at the sight of her. Again, I knew Id never seen anything more beautiful. Between her legs, there was a patch of dark curly pubic hair, just a neat patch centered on her mound, almost as though she had trimmed it but I knew she had said she couldnt shave anywhere. She was the second woman Id ever seen completely naked. Gabi and Danni had been girls, not women, and their sexuality was just coming into blossom. Anna was in the full bloom of her feminine sexuality and she was so beautiful that my heart ached for her, not just for sex once and then never again but to join myself with her forever. I wanted to possess her, to love her, to make her mine for the rest of my life. She was woman. Not a woman. Not any woman. Woman! A goddess. An earth mother. I was speechless. Well, are you going to take your shorts off? she asked, grinning at me and my inability to do anything but stare at her. I stood up, unbelted my shorts, let the weight of my knives drag them down to my feet, and stepped out of them. She looked me over once and then I saw her gaze center on my genitals. Damn! You lied to me, David, she said. What was she talking about? I couldnt think of any way I had lied to her. I had deliberately withheld the truth about what happened to me when I was cool. But how had I lied to her? I suppose she saw the puzzlement on my face. She grinned and shook her head. Smaller than average, David, she said. You said your penis was smaller than average. I looked down at my penis. It was distended as it always is when Im warm but it was soft. I tried to think of when Id said it was smaller than average. Then I remembered and I smiled back at her. Its just a penis, Anna, I said. Im a big guy. It just goes with the rest of me. Well, its definitely not smaller. I think its quite a bit bigger than average. Ive seen quite a few and yours is definitely bigger than any Ive seen. I like it. Im glad, I said. Maybe someday youll let me share it with you. Oh, I will, David. I certainly will. I see youre not circumcised. Ive only seen a few like that, left natural, I mean. I looked down at my penis again. No, I wasnt circumcised. My parents had been living in France when I was born and most Europeans dont circumcise their boys. I knew my father had not been circumcised and I assumed my grandfather wasnt either. Just like my father, my foreskin completely covered the head of my penis and then extended a little bit further. My parents were living in France when I was born. I assumed she would know that Europeans generally dont circumcise their boy babies. Well, Im glad, she said. Ive seen lots of circumcised penises and they usually looked mutilated. I suppose she saw the expression of surprise on my face. Im a nurse, an Army nurse, David. Remember? I was working as an operating room nurse in a hospital for wounded troops when they found out about my language abilities and recruited me. Ive seen everything outside and most of whats inside on lots of guys. I guess thats what made me volunteer for this. You lied to me about something else; didnt you? I couldnt think of anything else about which Id lied to her. What? The wound on your leg, David. You said a bullet just grazed your leg. I can see where the bullet went in and came out. Ive seen lots of wounds like that. I decided to see how she would handle the truth. Youre right, Anna. It went through my leg. But I was cool and I willed it not to bleed. Maybe I succeeded. It didnt bleed much. She just shook her head and grinned at me. Well, quit lying to me. Im a big girl. I can handle the truth. After what you did with the snake, nothings too farfetched. OK. Have you been with lots of girls, David? The truth now, she said, still grinning at me. No, Anna, except for playing with two first cousins when I was sixteen, Ive only been with four women. Im afraid I wasnt very good with most of them. What do you mean? They didnt seem to enjoy it very much. I had an orgasm, of course. But I dont know whether they did. What do you mean, you played with two first cousins? I assume you mean girls. Yes. Gabi and Danni were girls, fifteen and twelve. The summer after I was sixteen, I visited my maternal grandparents in France. They had another daughter and a son both living on the Mediterranean Coast. The girls belonged to the son and his wife. You didnt answer my question. What did you do with them? I couldnt help but grin at the memory. I spent a week with them and they masturbated me so much my dick was raw for another week, four times in one afternoon. Thats as far as we went. I suppose we were too young to do much else but I really wanted to. I talked the older one into taking my penis into her mouth but the younger one said it was too big and she wouldnt. I still remember how Danni looked at my penis, said, Il est tonnant, and started giggling, then Gabi she was the older one - shrugged, said Il ne casse rien, and started giggling too. Anna broke out in a big grin at my description. So Gabi thought it was nothing much. Maybe shed seen lots of big ones. I dont think so. They were both virgins. I was too scared to try to change that. She laughed. I would have thought youd have left a trail of heartbroken women behind you, she said. Anyway, Dani should have said c'est vraiment magnifique! She did, and thats just what every sixteen-year old boy should be told by a girl. Now quit kidding me. Ive been fixated on one thing for most of my life and you know what that is getting revenge for the deaths of my mother and father. Ive been pursuing that, not women. Have you been with lots of men? Sure. Nurses are always with lots of men. You wouldnt believe how many Ive jacked off. Oh, come on, Anna. Thats a guys fantasy; isnt it? No, David. Our patients were almost all young men. When I wasnt in surgery, I liked to go with one of the room nurses when they made their rounds. We would tend to their wounds and sometimes wed bathe them. If one was well enough to get an erection, wed lock the door and them wed masturbate him. We wanted them to realize that part of their body still worked OK. We always complimented them on something about their genitals, so they would know they were still men in spite of something like the loss of part of a leg. Ill never apologize for doing that. And you shouldnt, Anna. But I was asking about men who have had sex with you? Have you had many lovers? No, David, I suppose were both alike when it comes to the opposite sex. Ive been with three guys, if you count just the ones who got their dick in me. Most guys are intimidated by me. I think they pursue me just for the challenge of making it with a big woman. I want to be good for you, Anna, I said. I want to love you and I want you to enjoy it as much as I do. Will you help me? Yes, David. Just dont get in a hurry; see if you can get me aroused. Those three guys seemed like they were in a rush to get it in me and it wasnt very good for me. Youve got something I like so maybe you can help me too. What? Was she referring to my penis? She grinned again and I knew she was going to tease me. I like your chest hair, David. Youve got just enough to tickle me. When you make love to me and it rubs against my breasts, Ill know Im in bed with a real man. Now will you turn around? Why? Ive already seen your back. I hope your butt is just as smooth. When youre on top of me and Im rubbing your back, I want to feel smooth skin, not a lot of hair. When youre fucking me so fast the bed is shaking and Im trying to hold onto your ass, I want to feel skin, not hair. I turned around and let her look. My back was hairless. So was my butt except for the hair that crept out between my ass cheeks. I knew her words were intended to arouse me and she had succeeded. I felt the beginning of an erection and looked back at her. I started to try to hide it but there was no way I could without looking like a fool. I suppose I really wanted her to see it, to see how she affected me. I turned around again and stood there, without saying another word, and let my penis harden and then lift up. My foreskin gradually pulled back as my penis hardened until most of the head was exposed. I kept my eyes on Annas face. She kept her eyes on my penis until it was fully erect and curving upward at about a forty-five degree angle and the head was almost all uncovered. Wow! she said looking at my penis. Il est tonnant. Il est vraiment magnifique! You had better be slow with that thing when you fuck me. My pussys aching to swallow it up to your balls but I want a good bed under my butt when it does. Are we going skinny-dipping, David? I swallowed hard and answered. Yeah, I think that would be a good idea. Believe it or not, the waters a little cold. Cold? I hope so, she answered, still looking at my penis. I held out my hand to her and then led her to the pool at the base of the little waterfall. Back the way we came, through the crack in the rocks, the stream was little more than ankle deep. In the pool, it was almost three feet deep, enough for me to sit in with my head sticking out. Id spent a few quiet moments cooling off in it on my previous visits. I turned loose of her hand and started wading out into the pool, assuming she would follow. I hadnt gone far when she got me. Cold water splashed against my back. I turned around just in time to see her squatting down with both hands cupped together and then another splash of water hit me from my face down to my knees. I squatted down, scooped my hands full of water, and threw it at her. I was about to do it again when she attacked me. I didnt even have time to straighten up when she was on top of me. She came at me, put her hands against my shoulders, and shoved me backward into the pool. My head went under the water and I caught my breath. I tried to push myself up but I was held down by a naked squirming woman. I finally managed to get my head out of the water. She was sitting astride my stomach, on top of my erection, grinning down at me. Her head must have gone under too because her hair was all wet. She stuck her tongue out at me and just sat there. My hands were on the bottom of the pool, holding me up slightly. I quit struggling and gave in to feeling her astride me. She was still beautiful, even with wet and tangled hair. Nya, nya, nya. Davids a little sissy, she said. Letting a little girl get the best of him. My thoughts were about how it felt to have her sitting on my erection but then I remembered that we were supposedly twelve and eleven years old. I wanted to be a kid again, playing in the creek with her. Im not a sissy and you havent got the best of me, I said, trying to imitate a little boy. You just surprised me. She rolled off me and sat down in the pool beside me. I straightened up, sat on the sandy bottom, and found that the water was about in the middle of my chest. I looked at her and saw that it was a little higher on her. It almost covered her breasts. I could see the hard pointed nipples just under the water. David, why do you keep looking at me, she asked, like a little girl and I knew I was supposed to answer like a little boy. I dont know, I answered. Ive never seen a girl before. I mean, not without anything on, I mean Well, quit looking, she said, cutting me off with a grin. We sat there side by side in the water for probably a half hour, talking like little kids. We didnt say anything about the present, about what we were doing or going to do or anything about how we had come to be trainees for a war we wished would go away. I told her about some more of my antics when all of us kids played in the creek and some of the things we did in the woods that we didnt want our parents to know about. She told me about growing up in a small town in Washington and how much she liked walking in the woods behind her house where all the trees were covered with moss and all the animals knew her. Im hungry, she finally said. What did you bring for lunch? TO BE CONTINUED

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Thirty-Three After breakfast a few days later, I called for a conference in the teaching chamber. When we were all assembled, I looked around at the eight others: four guys: Iain, James, Toby, and Pyotr; four girls: Anna, Caitlyn, Jean-Nicole, and Petra. I couldnt overlook the fact that there was also one dog. As usual, Lucky was going from one to another, tail swishing, nose nuzzling, for his morning petting. Anna and I were standing in front of the others on each side of Aimees screen. The rest were all seated in the first row of seats, Petra and Pyotr between James and Toby, Iain between Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole. All of us, including Aimee, were wearing only loincloths. I explained, largely for the benefit of Pyotr and Petra that we held occasional meetings or conferences where everybody could speak freely, that I usually talked first about my plans, that I generally asked the group to decide on something next, and that we talked about anything they wished last. First I told everyone that I wanted to make a quick exploration on the mainland and then gather oysters on the way back. I said that I wanted James and Toby to go with me, that we might encounter dangerous animals, and that I felt they were skilled enough with both bows and spears to defend themselves. I told them Iain had agreed to remain and he was to be their leader while I was gone. I said I wanted to leave the next day well before daylight and be at the isthmus just after daybreak. The moon would give us enough light to go down the familiar trail. Next I told the group that sometime after we returned I wanted all of us to make an exploratory excursion around the base of the mountain, probably a three day trip, and that I hoped all of us would go. I said we would have to live off the land and what we carried and asked them to begin to plan what they wanted to carry in food and clothing, including a blanket. I hoped we could sleep in twos or threes, fully clothed, under blankets, and be warm enough. I was unsure how to handle the next topic. I had been asked by some of the others when we were going to have another sex play party. I wasnt sure what we should do with Petra and Pyotr and whether they should or would want to participate. I explained, again largely for the twins, that we occasionally did something as a group. I called it a sex play party or sex without seriousness, or maybe giggling and groping and goosing with some sucking and fucking thrown in for good measure. That got a smile out of more than one guilty party. Then I asked for input on whether Petra and Pyotr should participate. James immediately held up his hand. I thought you werent going to tell anybody else what they could or couldnt do when it came to sex. I thought for a moment. Suppose for a moment that Petra and Pyotr are only six years old. Hold up your hand if you think they should participate. No hands were raised. Suppose they are eighteen years old. Should they join in if they want to? Hold up your hands. Nine hands went up. At six, we all agree that little children should be protected from sex. At eighteen, we all agree that they are adults and should choose for themselves. Where do we draw the line? I dont know what kids are like when theyre as young as Petra and Pyotr, especially girls. Am I supposed to protect her from sex, maybe with two horny fourteen-year-old boys? Like a father? What if Anna and I act like parents to them? When do parents let their little girls and boys have sex?" Toby raised his hand. I nodded. David, you dont have to protect her from me. Im not going to take advantage of her. James hand went up again. Me either, he added. Well listen to you and Anna. We may be horny all the time but we wont try anything with her if you dont want us to. I think were pretty decent kids considering our backgrounds. I think so too, James, I said. We dont need to decide anything right now but we do need to think about how we treat two kids who are just beginning to develop. I watched Petras and Pyotrs faces as we talked. Petra was very serious, even frowning a little, holding Pyotrs hand. Pyotrs eyebrows were lowered, his eyes squinted, and his lips pressed together. I looked at him and waited to see if he was going to speak up. He raised his hand and I nodded. What gives you the right to decide what we can and cant do? he asked. Youre not our father. He surprised me. He was very assertive and maybe a little angry. No, Im not, Pyotr, I said, calmly but emphatically. Has James told you what happened when we killed the bear, the one whose skin is in the hallway? One of my most important roles here is to protect you and all the others as best I can, from bears and big birds and wild pigs. If there is danger, I will always be your primary protector and throw myself at huge bears, even at the risk of my own life. Yeah, he told us, Petra said. Pyotr nodded. I started a vegetable garden before even Iain arrived. I knew others were going to be coming and we had to provide food for ourselves. The others help now but Im always there to do the hardest work in our gardens. Thats another important role that I willingly do, leading everyone in providing food for our bellies. Yeah, Toby and James say you all work at it and you tell them what to do but you do the hardest work, Pyotr said. Petra, Pyotr, I know Im not your father but a good father will always protect and provide for his family, I said, in what I hoped was a gentle fatherly tone of voice. I do my best to keep you safe and to fill your belly. I also do my best to give you something all children need: the love of a father. Anna tries to give you the love of a mother. Even though Im not your father, I try to act like one to you. Does that give me the right? David, I already respect you and I do what you say, Pyotr said. Im glad youre our leader. I know you and Anna are sort of like parents to me and Petra. I like that too because weve never really had parents who loved us but I want you all to know something about us. We made an oath with each other about something and we are going to live with that oath. What is your oath? I asked. We swore that when we started having sex, we were going to do it with each other first, he said and then paused. Aimee said Petra could have contraceptives even if shes only thirteen and Anna approved. Shes already taking them and its supposed to be safe now. Is it OK if we do it at the play party? I turned and looked at Aimee. She knew what I was asking without me saying it. David, the contraceptive I have can safely be given to young girls even before their first menses. It does not interfere with their normal development and has almost no side effects. Anna and I talked about whether or not to prescribe it for Petra. She is already having normal menses so that means her body is ready to be a mother. We decided that it would be wise to give her the contraceptive. She has been taking it for more than the required time to be safe from pregnancy. I looked at Anna. David, Petra told me and Aimee that she was playing at sex with Pyotr. We both felt it was better to be safe than sorry. I decided to do something drastic, something that I hoped would impress upon Petra what sex with a male might lead to. Perhaps I just wanted to show off. Petra, would you come up here? I asked. She looked at Pyotr but then she got up and slowly walked up in front of me. Please remove my loincloth, I said. She hesitated but she reached to the side and pulled one end of the bow knot. My loincloth fell to my feet. Would you please put your hands on my penis, both hands? I asked. She looked down at my genitals. My penis was full but soft, as it always is in the warm indoors. My testicles hung down low, both of them fully showing in my scrotum. Maybe she wondered why I was asking her to do it but she put one hand on my penis. I waited and my penis responded appropriately. Shortly, I had a hard-on and she had more than a handful. Both hands, I said. She slid one hand down toward the base and my foreskin slid the rest of the way off the head. She wrapped her other hand around my penis near the head. She had more than two handfuls. Put one hand under my testicles, I whispered. She put her hand under my testicles and sort of lifted them. I let her hold my penis in one hand and my testicles in the other for a while before I asked her. Feel how hot and heavy my testicles are. Theyre pouring out a river of testosterone and millions of sperm every day. I need to fuck somebody to get relief. Would you let me fuck you, Petra? She looked away from what was in her hands to my face. I stared down into her eyes with as much seriousness as I could muster. I want to fuck you, Petra, I whispered. How about it? She started crying, ran back to Pyotr, and threw herself at him. That was cruel, David, Anna said. Shes still a child. Shes not a woman yet. Well, she thinks she wants to have sex, I said. She can probably handle Pyotrs dick. She might even be OK letting James or Toby do it. I dont think shes ready for Iains dick and mine is a little larger than his. If she wants to be fucked, where is she going to draw the line? She had better think long and hard before she lets the first dick in her little pussy. Can she handle the responsibility? I picked up my loincloth and retied it around my waist. It probably looked funny pushed out like that. I looked around at all the others and then returned my gaze to Petra and Pyotr. She still had her head hidden in Pyotrs shoulder. He had both arms protectively around her. Petra, I know how much responsibility Anna has undertaken to keep me sexually satisfied. Caitlyns probably learned how hard it is to be responsible for pleasing Iain. I dont know about Jean-Nicole but I suspect shes learning the same thing. Men arent playthings. Men are animals. Weve been bred by evolution to fuck women, to keep the human race going. Were not always nice and gentle and sweet when we do it. When were fucking we become like beasts and we shove our dicks in a womans pussy as hard as we can and then deposit a load of semen right on her cervix. Its instinctual. You need to think long and hard about when youre ready to assume that responsibility. It wont kill either of you to wait a while before you and Pyotr fulfill your vow. Maybe one of the other ladies here will give him a little relief. I was looking at Pyotr while I said that. He was holding Petra close with her face hidden in his neck and shoulder. He nodded at me. Petra lifted her head and stared at me defiantly. She stood up, offered Pyotr her hand, and both of them came up to the front. I dont want anybody else to give Pyotr a little relief, she said, her head held high, strong, emphatically, all seriousness. We made a vow to each other and we both feel like it was something sacred. You dont understand us. All of our lives, nobody else has loved us so we love each other. Pyotrs my other half. Im his. Having sex with each other is just another way of showing our love for each other. Shes right, David, Pyotr said. I dont want anybody else for my first time. Petra and I have always loved each other and its important to me to do it with her the first time I have sex. I know boys dont usually have sex with their sister. When we get older, we want to find ourselves someone else to marry and to give us children. Maybe shell want to marry James or Toby and thats OK with me. I know Ill find me somebody in the others who will come here but please dont stop us from keeping our vow. Nobody had anything else to say. I decided I had to yield to their vow. OK. Well have our next play party sometime after James and Toby and I come back. I think we should all respect Pyotrs and Petras vow. They can fulfill it whenever they wish. <><><> Wolves Den: a perfect name for our second outpost. We had already chosen the site for the first outpost I wanted us to construct. It was going to be near a little stream at the base of the mountain on the south side of the isthmus. It would be under Aimees protective shield and would be little more than a shelter from the weather, maybe made out of bamboo, maybe a log cabin. It would be a place where we could spend the night after a day of foraging for oysters and other shellfish on the north side of the isthmus or catching fish somewhere on the rocky coast or trying to kill a little porker on the narrow strip of land. The second outpost would be out from under Aimees umbrella somewhere on the far side of the isthmus. I wanted it to be more solidly built, out of logs or stone. We had researched Aimees treasury of knowledge and learned how to notch and secure the logs together and I knew we could build a log cabin, given time and a lot of work. We had also learned how to make cement by burning sea shells or limestone and mixing the result with sand or aggregate. We could easily find enough oyster shells washed up on the north side of the isthmus and enough sand on the south side. If we could find a spot with suitable stones, preferably almost flat ones, we could build a stone building. I knew there were layered deposits of limestone on the mountain and I expected to find the same deposits on the mainland. That was one reason James and Toby and I set off down the mountain before daylight the next morning. We were going to make an overnight excursion to the mainland to search for a site for a second outpost. The other reason was that we intended to carry back a load of oysters and maybe a little pig when we returned home. We were all packing as many weapons as we could carry. All three of us carried a spear and a bow - mine was the Brute - and a quiver full of arrows. I carried the Boys strapped around my waist with the scabbard on my right hip. I also carried a machete on my left hip. We had a spear in our right hands as usual. I had a sword strapped to my back on the left side so I could reach over my left shoulder with my right hand, pull the sword out, and then use both hands to put all my strength into a downward strike. In addition to spears and bows, James and Toby also carried knives strapped to their right hips and throwing axes to their left. On our last trip, we had left two mattocks on the isthmus. They were perfect for prying oysters off rocks. This time, we carried a dozen big gourds with bamboo stoppers to where we were going to harvest oysters and then cached them in the rocks until we returned from the mainland. We joked and played and sang on our way down the mountain as usual. Before we crossed the isthmus, I reviewed with James and Toby what they were to do in case we encountered any dangerous animals or birds and the one word commands for what I wanted them to do. If we faced anything dangerous and I said spears, they knew to position themselves slightly behind me and to each side holding their spears with both hands. If I said bows they knew to take the same positions and quickly notch and draw an arrow ready to shoot. The mainland was heavily forested with occasional small streams and outcroppings of sedimentary rocks. We wandered around looking first to the north and then to the south of the isthmus and finally found what I was looking for: an outcropping of layered sedimentary rocks about ten meters high with two faces which were almost vertical. There were enough rocks in the outcropping to make dozens of buildings. Each layer was almost level and reasonably thin, most no more than hand-width thick. I knew we could easily break them loose. The outcropping was surrounded by a gently sloping pile of earth and we could rig up a slide to move the rocks downhill. At the bottom of the rise, there was a level area suitable for a building. The few small pines in the area would make good roof rafters. We wandered farther looking for a steam and soon found one in easy walking distance of the second outpost site. We returned to the outcropping, looked closer at the rocks, and used our hands to make a few fall. I was studying the rock wall when I heard James and Toby scrambling behind me. I turned and saw two frightened young boys hurrying toward me. When they saw me looking, they both pointed to something behind them. I felt the cool response flood over me and looked where they were pointing. At first I didnt see anything but then something moved and I saw what had frightened them: large dogs or maybe wolves. I said Spears and Toby and James quickly assumed their positions behind me with their spears extended in both hands. I eased my spear down, pulled the Brute off my back, notched an arrow, and waited. The layered rock wall was behind us and I knew nothing could attack us from that direction. The danger lay in front of us. I counted four animals which I believed were wolves from their size and coloration. The largest ones faded coat made him look older and I guessed he was the alpha male. Two smaller ones had brighter coats and I guessed them to be his offspring. The smallest one was hanging back and I assumed it might be the bitch. They were all pacing around and acting menacing but not coming any closer. I waited, hoping that they would leave us alone. Dont be afraid, I whispered. If they dont attack us, we dont need to do anything. If they do attack, just do what I told you. We can defend ourselves. Im scared, Toby whispered. Shit, me too, James whispered. Me too, I said. If they attack, the big one is going to eat an arrow. You just hold your spear and thrust like Ive taught you. You can do it. These guys dont scare me half as much as that big bear did and its skin is on our floor now. I was scared too, not so much for myself as for the two young boys I had brought with me. In my heightened state of awareness I felt sure I could defend myself against the wolves but I didnt want James and Toby to be injured or killed. I loved them like sons but I knew I had to rely on them now and the training I had been giving them for months. We had to begin to explore the rest of our new world in spite of the dangers and I felt they would be quite capable of defending themselves against most threats. We stood there waiting. I could see the biggest wolf slowly getting closer and snarling and acting more menacing. Two of the others were pacing slightly behind him and threatening. The other one was pacing at the rear and hardly threatening. If they charged, they had to come up the slight rise to where we were and I knew that put them at a disadvantage. I aimed at the biggest one and waited. He kept sideling closer and I expected him to attack at any moment. Suddenly he charged up the rise toward us and the other two charged a split second later. I let an arrow fly and saw it disappear somewhere in the largest one. His charge quickly turned into convulsions and he flopped around in pain about five meters from us. I dropped the Brute, pulled my sword, and waited for one of the others. One bounded toward me, open mouth and huge teeth. In my cool state, I waited until he was almost upon me, quickly stepped to one side, and, as he leaped through where I had been standing, I swung my sword down on the center of his back. I felt the sword bite deeply into him and I knew I had killed him. I turned back, looking for the other wolf. Toby was down but he was quickly scrambling to his feet. The wolf was thrashing around with Tobys spear in the front of its chest and James spear in the side of its chest pinning it down. Toby pulled his spear out, shoved it downward into the wolf a few times, and it stopped moving. I looked back for the fourth wolf. It was still pacing back and forth and I thought for a moment about letting it go. Then I thought of something else. Bows! I yelled, then picked up the Brute and notched an arrow. James and Toby quickly moved into position beside me with drawn bows and an arrow ready to fly. I watched them take a few deep breaths, steady themselves, and draw their bows tighter. Kill it, I whispered, without loosing my arrow. Two arrows flew toward the last wolf and both struck. The wolf started thrashing around, trying to get at whatever was causing it pain. I relaxed my bow and returned the arrow to the quiver. Go finish it, I said. Toby and James ran down the rise, whooping loud enough to scare anything, and put the wolf out of its misery with their axes. Then they retrieved their arrows and wiped them clean in the wolfs fur. I walked slowly down the rise, held out my arms, and they came to me. We wrapped our arms around each other and stood there, hearts pounding, breaths rasping in and out, but smiling at each other. Damn, I almost shit my pants when that sucker knocked me down, Toby said. Yeah, but we killed it, Toby, James said. Me and you, we killed it. Yeah, and then David let us kill the last one, Toby said. You both did exactly what Ive been training you to do, I said. Im proud of you. We can defend ourselves. This world is ours. Were going to claim it. I just wish we didnt have to kill things though, Toby said. Toby, I killed lots of men in our old world. They all were trying to kill me. Its the same way here. If an animal threatens us, weve got to kill it. Yeah, and weve got to kill some that dont threaten us, like deer, so we can have food, James said. I looked at Toby and saw muddy paw prints on his chest and claw marks in his clothing down his chest and stomach. Toby, did the wolf hurt you? I asked. I dont think so, he said. He pulled his clothing up with one hand and down with the other. There were multiple red stripes on his skin from his chest down to his genitals from the wolfs claws. Damn, he almost ripped your dick off, James said, grinning. Toby reached down, pulled his penis out of his tights, and stroked it a couple of times. Oh, shit, he broke it, he said and grinned. It wont stand up. Wait til we get back, James said, grinning just as big. Maybe Jean-Nicole can fix it. Yeah, she can kiss it and make it well, Toby said. We walked back to the biggest wolf and stood there looking at it. I wondered where my arrow had entered it but I couldnt see any signs of blood. I bent over and used two hands to pry its jaws open. Blood poured from its throat. Damn, David, you made him eat one, James said. Id like to have my arrow back, I said. Do you think it went all the way through him? Toby used his spear to push the wolfs bushy tail out of the way, then squatted down and looked closely at the wolfs rear end. Nothing back here cept an asshole and a couple of big balls, he said. Unless he shit it out, I think its still in him. We walked over to the one that I had struck with my sword. We could easily see what had happened to him. I had cut its spine in two and the two halves of its body were almost separated. I was pleased that my first effort with the sword had done what I intended. We looked at the other one which had attacked, the one James and Toby had killed. It could have been sleeping except that it was lying in a big puddle of bright red blood. I bent over, wiped two fingers in the blood, straightened up, and walked over to Toby. He didnt protest when I painted two slanting stripes down each cheek. Now you do James, I said. James grinned as wide as possible when Toby painted two stripes down his cheeks. I didnt protest when they both painted blood stripes down my cheeks. Nobody said anything. What was there to say? We had met the beasts and we had killed them. Last we went to the other wolf that James and Toby had killed. It was a female. I almost felt sorry for it. David, I wish we could take something back to show the others what we killed, James said. Could we skin them like we did the bear and maybe make something to wear? Wet skins are always heavy to carry, I said. Remember how heavy the bear skin was. I dont think we can carry gourds full of oysters and maybe a little pig and four wolf skins. We need food more than we need skins. How about just the tails? Yeah, chop them off, James said. No, I think Ill do something else, I said. I squatted down, used Little Boy to cut around the tail and them cut down the skin from near the asshole almost to the end. I carefully cut the skin loose near the body, caught the loose ends with thumbs and fingers, and pulled. That dragged the wolf along the ground until both James and Toby put one foot on it. I pulled again and stripped the furry skin off the bony flesh. I skinned the Alpha males tail next and then let Toby and James skin the last two. I watched as Toby used Little Boy to cut around and down on the wolfs tail. Then I put my foot on the wolf and the two of them stripped the tail off. James did the last one. I had brought string to tie the oyster gourds to a bamboo pole and I cut two short sections, tied the tails together two and two, and hung two around Tobys neck and the others around James neck. From the way they smiled, I knew they were pleased. I knew I had an unpleasant task yet to do but I wanted my arrow back. With James and Toby holding the front and back paws extended, I used Little Boy to cut the Alpha male open from throat all the way down, with a zigzag to miss the penis. I used my spear point to poke around in the entrails until I felt something solid and then pried my arrow up until I could pull it out. I wiped it off in the wolfs fur and put it back in the quiver. I had spent too much time making Iain wood arrows and I wasnt about to leave it in the wolf. I also wanted to set an example for James and Toby by retrieving my arrow. We dragged the carcasses well away from the rock formation and then started looking for a place to spend the night. Toby called that he had found a perfect place. It was a cave-like indentation in the rocks, about two meters off the ground and about the same depth, easily wide enough for us to stretch out. The afternoon sun was nearing the horizon and I knew we would soon be in the cold and dark. I wanted a fire. We built two. With James and Toby bringing dead wood, I first built a small fire on the ground near the opening. Then I built a larger fire back in the cave-like area where we were going to sleep. I knew that if we could warm the rocks they would radiate heat and keep up warmer during the night. We went to the stream long enough to wash our hands but nobody wanted to wash the stripes of wolf blood off their face. Next, we had a good piss and then returned to the fires to eat our evening meal. Later we raked the fire out of the sleeping cave, covered the floor with leafy branches, and tried to get comfortable for the night. Of course, we stood around the small fire and had a good wank before we turned in. Our excuse was that we would sleep better. We put on a double layer of clothes topped with a hooded rain cape. I slept on my left side as usual, facing out of the cave. James spooned up to my butt and Toby spooned up to his. We had one blanket under us and two over us and we were soon warm and comfortable. I briefly roused once, piled more wood on the fire, pissed again, and crawled back up in the little cave. The next day, we returned to the isthmus, made another fire, stripped naked, and harvested oysters, with frequent breaks to warm our frozen limbs and parts. We all got dressed again before we started shucking. James and Toby quickly proved that they could shuck too and we filled twelve gourds with big oysters and their juice. They also proved that they could do what I was doing: slurp a raw oyster out of the shell, chew it a little, swallow, and then smile widely and burp and pat their stomachs. Hunger and youth make for good appetites. We arrived home just before dark, quietly walked in, and surprised everybody. James and Toby still had the wolves tails around their necks. We still had the blood stripes on our cheeks. We had twelve big gourds full of oysters hanging from a bamboo pole carried by the two of them. I carried everybodys weapons. We stood there for a moment grinning and listening to the barrage of questions. <><><> The day after we returned, Aimee said that the weather was probably going to be clear and windless and about 30 degrees on the David scale, a warm late-fall day. We decided to take Petra and Pyotr for their first long look at our new world and to have a picnic at the top of the mountain. Our newest arrivals looked in wonder at the sea which surrounded us, the green and brown and gray of the mountain, and the peaceful cloudless blue sky with a few small sea birds gliding. Pyotr lay belly down on the translucent dome with his eyes sheltered from light by his hands but he finally gave up trying to see what was under the dome. I told him I thought whatever was under the dome somehow converted sunlight into electricity for us. Like all of us, he simply shook his head in wonder. We found a sunny sheltered spot and had lunch: raw oysters for an appetizer, slices of cold roast pork, crusty sour-dough bread, mixed vegetables blanched to a tender-crisp stage and dipped in Italian aioli mayonnaise, and fruit for dessert. I was surprised when everybody had at least one oyster. Nobody asked for a sweet dessert and I knew we never would have one again unless somebody sent us sugar and I hoped they wouldnt. With Jean-Nicoles delight in being master chef, more than one of us acting as sou-chefs, and Aimees endless supply of good recipes, I thought we ate like kings. After lunch, I explained again how Aimees canopy protected the entire mountain and prevented the intrusion of any dangerous birds and animals. I told them about the large raptor birds which liked to ride the updraft from the mountain, how they were prevented by the canopy from dropping down on us, and how I had almost been the prey of one when I went out on the isthmus. When I described the one I had killed, I watched Pyotr and Petras faces, wide eyes and open mouths. I made sure they understood that Aimee protected them from dangerous birds and mammals and that I was also ready to protect them from danger. As usual, we explored the top of the mountain. We didnt explore as a large group but in smaller groups which changed depending on what someone found. On the peak, there were no big trees, just little stunted pines. It was covered with huge grey boulders and what little vegetation there was survived in the crevices between them. I thought the prevailing Westerly wind at the top of the mountain had sculpted the vegetation into shapes like those little Japanese things. I tried to judge the time by the position of the sun and about mid- afternoon, we started the easy trek back down the mountain to home. Before we got there, I saw gray clouds beginning to move in from the west and I knew rain was imminent. Before we got home, it began to fall, a cold mist at first which gradually changed into steady rain. We were all drenched when we got home. The second care package from our old home arrived while we were gone. We stood and stared at it for a moment and then we all stripped in the hallway, warmed up in the shower, and crowded into the air dryer. Then we ran to our bedchambers for our loincloths, returned and started unpacking all our goodies. The second shipment was almost the same as the first, largely dried and compressed items such as flour, cornmeal, rice, and milk, but it included some items which surprised us. Again the center hallway contained a rectangle of boxes wrapped in plastic about two meters high, three wide, and five long. In the center, we found small bags of whole potatoes: Yukon gold, red, russet, and sweet potatoes. I knew that they were intended for planting and had to be cut up into small sizes each containing an eye and then cured before planting. There were small bags of onion sets, nickel-sized onions ready to go in the ground: Peruvian sweet, Vidalia sweet, Italian red, and giant yellow onions. Iain almost lost his composure when he uncovered the boxes containing a flute, a violin, a trumpetand his tallum. It looked like a weird keyboard with four unfolding legs. And last there was a box of play equipment: four soccer balls, four volley balls, four balls which might be beach balls, all deflated, along with two hand pumps to inflate them. We all worked for a while stowing the food items away in an unused bed chamber, leaving the musical instruments and play things for last. James and Toby and Pyotr immediately started inflating all the balls. Iain set up his tallum in the hallway but then found out it had to be charged. Aimee told him there were charging stations in the restricted room at the end of the hall so he and I carried it there and found a place to plug it in. He said it required about four hours to recharge so we left it and went back in the hallway. James and Toby and Pyotr had inflated all the balls and were throwing one back and forth while the ladies stood and watched. As soon as we walked back to where they were, James suggested something. Lets play dodge-ball, he said. The hallway is perfect for playing. We used to play it at church. Its a lot of fun. I had never played dodge-ball. How do you play? Well, we played two versions. In one we all stand in a big circle with one person in the middle and throw the ball at him or her. The one who hits him gets to name the next person in the middle. The other way, we have two throwers about thirty feet apart and everybody else is in the middle. The throwers can throw at anybody. When they hit somebody, they become a thrower and the old thrower gets in the middle. I looked around at everybody. They were all smiling and nodding. I wanted to play too but I wanted to eat first. Jean-Nicole, have we got enough leftovers for this crowd? Have you ever played dodge-ball? How about dodge-ball with both girls and guys? And everybody naked? After dinner that night, thats what we did: naked, mixed-sex dodge-ball in the center hallway. We started the first game, second version, with all of us wearing loincloths as usual. Then James and Toby threw theirs to one side and gradually everybody followed their example. After Toby threw the ball too hard at a naked females derriere, the girls unilaterally changed the rules: guys had to throw underhanded; only girls could throw overhanded. How can a bunch of guys keep from getting hard-ons looking at four beautiful naked females who are contorting themselves in all sorts of provocative ways while trying to dodge the ball? We didnt. Have you ever played naked, mixed-sex, dodge-ball with a hard-on? It was a lot of fun even when James tried to hit the thrown ball with his bat. Afterwards, we all washed the sweat away with a shower, filled the big tub in the bathing chamber with warm water, soaked until we had prune-fingers, talked about everything, and finally got out and crowded under the warm air dryer again. As usual, we all groped each other in the pretense of wiping the water off somebody. Everybody was grinning when we finally stepped out of the drying circle. I dont know about you guys but Im going to bed, Jean-Nicole said, and then looked at James and Toby and continued: By myself. I took Annas hand and went to our bed chamber. Quietly the others paired up and followed. Anna and I spooned up together and went to sleep. I was content. <><><> As usual, I was the first one up the next day. I let my morning woody lead me to the toilet for a good piss and then went to the bathing chamber to wash my face. Anna staggered in and washed her face. We both returned to our bed chamber for loincloths and Anna brushed her hair while I watched, then insisted on brushing mine. While Anna was brushing my hair, I asked Aimee for the morning weather report. I always had jobs to do outdoors but none of them were urgent. She reported that it was still raining but warm for a late-fall day, perhaps as the result of a warm southern front. I still wanted to see for myself so Anna and I went to the front door and stood there looking at the light rain falling and the gloomy skies. We were in the kitchen, talking, getting ready to prepare breakfast, when James, Toby, Petra, and Pyotr, the four Mouseketeers, Jean-Nicoles name for them, walked in still naked, accompanied by Lucky. I knew something was up. They usually donned their loincloths before coming in the kitchen. Were all going to take Lucky for his morning pee, James announced. And have one ourselves, Toby whispered. Yeah, I gotta pee, Pyotr whispered. Me too, Petra said. Its raining, I said. We know, James said. Aimee gave us the morning weather report. Were going anyway. And were going to dance in the rain, Petra said, and twirled around. I dropped my loincloth and looked at Anna. She dropped hers. I pointed at James and Toby. Go wake up Jean-Nicole. Tell her shes got to pee outdoors in the rain and then dance. I pointed at Petra and Pyotr. Tell Iain and Caitlyn to get their lazy asses out of bed. Were all going to outside to pee in the rain and then dance. All of ran outdoors onto the big terrace and peed. The girls didnt squat. They spread their legs and did it standing. The boys held their dicks and tried for distance. We were all grinning at each other, bodies wet, hair wet and stringy, a little cold, but, from the expression on our faces, wonderfully happy and enjoying life. Petra and Pyotr started the dancing, not with each other but separately in wild gyrations. James and Toby tried to outdo them. The rest of us watched for a moment and then joined in. Dancing? Maybe it was but I wanted music. Music, Aimee! I yelled. Play some music for us to dance! She played a waltz. Iain sad it was the Blue Danube by Strauss. I didnt care. We waltzed, sometimes alone, in pairs, in threes, and once, in nines. That didnt work but nobody cared. Thunder growled and we all ran for the indoors. We crowded under warm showers, jam-packed under a downdraft of warm air, and ran for the kitchen for breakfast. Nobody offered to put on a loincloth. We prepared and ate breakfast naked, except for little white sea-shell necklaces. Anna and I prepared hash-brown potatoes. Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn made a big frittata with eggs and onions. Iain sliced the last of the pork roast. James and Toby toasted bread. Petra and Pyotr set the table. Afterwards we cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes, and drifted back to two adjacent tables. Well, what shall we do now? I asked. I know, Pyotr said. I looked at him and nodded. Lets have a play party, he said. An all-day play party, Petra said An all-day sex play party, Toby said. Yeah, lets have a fucking all-day sex play party! James said. From the way the four Mouseketeers were grinning, I knew they had already discussed what they wanted to do. I looked at all the others, and they were all smiling. I took that as agreement that they wanted to play too. However, I still felt protective toward the twins. I didnt know what I should do. I went to Anna, hugged her against my naked body, and whispered to her. What am I going to do? I asked. You know me. You know I always want to do whats right for everybody but I dont know whats right this time. What if shes got a tough hymen? Maybe it might be painful to her even if its Pyotrs dick? David, they want to have sex with each other, she whispered back. Lets all just play again. If Petra wants a Pyotr in her pussy, let her have it. Let Jean-Nicole demonstrate what she did her first time. If it hurts, she can decide what she wants to do. I pulled back and looked at her. I grinned at her pun. I also appreciated her womanly wisdom. So you approve if pretty little Petra wants to let Pyotr penetrate her pouting little pussy with his prodigious pecker? Yes, damn it! How can you be so eloquent when youre so dense sometimes? OK, I said to the crowd. Who wants to drag a couple of mattresses to the lounge? Maybe three. I think we need at least four, David, Anna said. It got a little crowded last time. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Fifty-One I waited a moment for Matt to arrive before helping Aiden to the toilet. Aiden, Matt and I are going to take you to the toilet to piss. Can you slide down to the end of the chair and put your arms over our shoulders? I can tell youve been beaten but, with two of us, I dont think well do any more damage. If it hurts too much, just say so. Do you understand? Aiden, let David and Matt watch you pee, Anna said. If theres blood in your urine, I want to know. He nodded and I watched his face as he slid to the end of the chair. I could see he was hurting but he seemed OK moving. Matt and I gently helped him to stand, he put his arms over our shoulders, and we let him slowly walk to the toilet. We lined up at three urinals but Aiden seemed to have trouble starting. I pulled the bow knot on my loincloth and let it fall to the floor. Matt did the same and we both started pissing. Aiden looked right, left, chuckled just a little, a good sign, and then started. I watched him pissing and I couldnt tell that his urine was any darker than mine or Matts. Back in Aimees room, Matt and I slowly lowered him into Aimees chair again. I started the usual litany of questions and got the usual responses. Aiden, Aimees our avatar. Im sure youre familiar with avatars like her. She has prescribed medications for you and given you something to drink. Take the pills and drink as much as you can. Anna was ready with the pills and juice. Aiden took the medications and drank about half a liter of juice. He paused, said, Thats good, and drank the rest. Aiden, I was an Army nurse, an operating room nurse, before I came here, Anna said. Im going to give you a quick thoracic and abdominal exam to see how much damage the beating did. OK? OK, Anna. I know your history, yours and Davids. We had files on all of you. She reclined him in Aimees chair again and then poked and prodded and rubbed with her fingers. I watched his face while she examined him and I saw pain registered but nothing severe. Aiden, I think youre going to be fine, she said. Youll be very sore for a while but I dont think the beating did any permanent damage. You may have bruised internal organs but thats not a big problem unless theres internal bleeding. Well deal with that if we need to. For the next few days, we need to watch your urine to see if theres blood in it. He nodded and tried to smile. I saw that he could hardly keep his eyes open. Aiden, hang in there for a few more minutes, I said. Matts going to raise the chair to a sitting position again and put a blanket over you. I dont think you want your children to see your body. If they ask why the blanket, just tell them you were cold. OK? He nodded again. Matt gently spread the blanket over him and raised the chair. Well let them stay just a few minutes and then Matt and I are going to take you the bed chamber Anna and I use. There are three beds and well put you in a fresh one. Well let you sleep as long as you wish. Aimee will monitor you and Anna and I will watch out for you too. His eyes closed and his head almost fell forward. He jerked upright. Listen, Aiden, dont give up now. Its important for your children to see that youre OK. Take some deep breaths and, when youre ready, Ill tell Aimee to let them come in here. He nodded again, tried to smile, and breathed deeply a few times. I looked at Aimee and nodded. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of running feet and two voices, one boy, one girl, both yelling the same thing, Da, Da, Da. <><><> Two days after Aidens arrival, I went looking for him. I had asked him not to share his story with everyone. I had seen men who acted the same way and I saw no need for him to tell everyone what he had done. At the same time, I knew firsthand how talking about a problem could lighten the load of carrying it. I stopped by our bedchamber just long enough to grab my tablet. I wanted Aimee to hear and record my conversation with Aiden. Outside our front door, I found him on a bench leaned back against a rock, just sitting in the sunshine, eyes closed, and arms crossed in front of him. Like the rest of us, he was naked except for a loin-cloth. The bruises on his body were already a mottled yellow and red and brown. I hoped his kids had believed the lie he told them about the car accident. Aiden, I said, and waited for him to look up. He finally did, no welcoming smile, just the look of a man suffering from something. Lets go up on the top terrace, I said. We need to talk. No, David, I cant talk to you, he said. I cant talk to anyone. Maybe, but Im going to talk to you, I said, and held out my hand. He took it. I pulled him up, hugged him for a moment, and smiled at him. We climbed the steps to the little top terrace and sat down. I said Aimee, please, and her smiling face appeared on my tablet. I told Aiden that I wanted to record our conversation and that Aimee could never reveal any of it without the permission of both of us. He consented. Now, how much of my story do you know? I asked. Some. I know it was you who killed Ayatollah al-Badr. Theres a part you cant know, I said. You cant know how I felt when I saw my fathers severed head held up by a jihadist when I was twelve and I couldnt talk for six months. You cant know how I felt when my mother disappeared when I was fourteen and I felt responsible. You cant know why I devoted myself to one goal for years: pashtunwali. In case you dont know, thats an ethical code requiring revenge when a family member is murdered. You cant know how I felt the day after I killed seven jihadists in a dusty street in Islamistan or how I felt when I killed Ayatollah Bad-Ass. You cant know any of that. I want to tell you. We sat there for perhaps an hour while I told him the honest truth about what had happened in my life and, more importantly, how I felt after the loss of my parents and through all my years of preparing myself. I finally ended my story with my act of revenge: when I killed Grand Ayatollah Muqtada al-Badr after he came out the door of the Imam Al-Hussein Shrine in Mamoon after mid-day prayers. Now youre going to tell me your story, I said. Youve got revenge for the death of your wife; havent you? He nodded. David, we did thingsI did things you wont believe. I never dreamed I could do things like that to another human being. You dont want to know. Yes, I do. It felt good; didnt it? He looked at me frowning. Now start at the beginning. Who helped you? How did you locate the jihadist group, the ones who bombed the subway and killed your wife? He hesitated for a moment and then started talking. I was the bait, David. My London group helped me, six men from our old world. More than that helped but those six came in the house to rescue me. We had more men and women outside. Go on. For the rest of the morning, I sat and listened as he recounted his story and I was hardly aware of the passage of time. After his wifes death he began to plan for revenge and gradually his group, he called them the London group, all from his old world, joined him in the plans. They constructed a false identity for him as a reporter from a Scandinavian newspaper. He approached the London media and claimed that he had been sitting on a book of cartoons out of respect for their religion. Because of the subway bombing, he was going to have the cartoons published in his newspaper and was sure they would. His picture was on the evening news and in the papers for days. He expected to be kidnapped or killed but was counting on the jihadists trying to stop the publication first. He was coming up from the underground, supposedly heading back to work, when they snatched him. They stuffed him in a car in about two seconds, put a black bag over his head, and tied his hands. He couldnt see where they went but it didnt matter. He had swallowed something which looked like a big pill but was actually a wi-fi device which communicated by GPS with his group. He knew they would be tracking him. The jihadists drove around for a while and then hustled him in a house somewhere. They stripped him naked, duct-taped him to a chair, and then took the bag off. He counted 23 of them, 19 men and 4 women, all of them relatively young. They asked him all sorts of questions and beat him mercilessly, one man and woman in particular, and but he refused to answer their questions. He heard three loud horn blasts outside and knew that was the signal that the others would be coming in soon. Then a few minutes later one of his group walked in looking like a clown from a circus: face and hands painted green, a red bulb on his nose, a transparent face shield which gave him air. He was dressed in green pants and a green top, loose to hide body armor. The front of the green top had been painted in yellow plates something like a turtle. He was armed with only a red and white diagonally-striped spray-can and a rubber bulb-horn. And he was wearing a ballerinas white tutu. He was intended to look ridiculous and harmless so they wouldnt shoot him. Aiden took a deep breath and held it, knowing what was coming next. The guy in green held the bulb horn down and squawked it and then held the spray can up and sprayed the room with an aerosol. It caused anyone breathing it to drop in their tracks, unconscious for at least ten minutes and, within a few seconds, there were 23 unconscious jihadists in the room. The other five guys, dressed in black outfits, armed with silenced pistols, with breathing masks over their faces, came in, put one of the masks over Aidens face, and cut the duct tape binding him. The seven of them quickly bound all the jihadists, hands behind their back, stripped all of them naked below the waist, bound their ankles, and then wrapped strong rubber bands around nineteen tiangas. Only then did Aiden dress in a black outfit too and strap a silenced pistol around his waist. By the time the jihadists became conscious again, barely able to move, there were six guys dressed in black standing around casually talking to a weirdo in green in a language that was like nothing they had ever heard. Aiden was handed long pruning shears, worked then a few times, admired them, and stood looking around. Where to start? The bearded guy who beat him the worst seemed like a good place. He pointed and a team member caught the head of the bearded guys penis with plyers. Aiden chopped between the head and the rubber band. The guys screams were cut short when Aiden shot him between the eyes with a silenced gun. The woman who had beat him screamed but only for a second. The guy with the plyers stuffed the little bloodless dick-head in her mouth and held it closed. When he released it, Aiden shot her too, right between her horrified brown eyes. OK. Whos next? I asked. You guys like to behead people; were going to de-head you. Dont be in such a hurry, the guy in green said. I need to remind them of something before we kill them. Wait a minute, Aiden, I said. Im confused. Did you start speaking English before you de-headed them? Why? We wanted them to know that we spoke at least one common language. We were going to leave two of the women alive for the press and police when we called them. We wanted the press and police to be confronted with an absolutely unbelievable account. Well, what did the guy want to remind them? He reminded them that they were about to become sacred martyrs for their religion and ascend into heaven and could claim their reward of seven-two virgins. They might have a problem though because they would be lacking the heads of their kirs. Kir was penis in Farsi. I couldnt help but laugh. I really was enjoying his story. After that, they set up a production line. They chopped off the heads of 18 more kirs, one guy holding the head with plyers and another chopping. The room reverberated with screams and moans. This time the guy with the plyers deposited the kir heads in a bowl and then handed the bowl to Aiden. The plan was to flush then down the toilet but Aiden had another idea. The house was a modern one and he thought the sink might have a disposal underneath. There was. He started the water running, the disposal running, but then hesitated. He wanted to be sure the remaining guys knew what he did. He asked his team to bring two women in the kitchen. While they watched, he slowly poured the bowl contents down the drain and smiled when everything was pulverized. The women were horrified and screamed until Aiden pointed the pistol at their heads. Did you kill the rest of the jihadists after that? I asked. No, not all, just the guys and one more woman. We took turns using silenced guns on them. My crew insisted they all wanted to kill one or two. Strange, how deathly quiet it was in that room the moment after there was another phhtttt and a head snapped back. Why did you kill the other woman? Because she was looking at me with such virulent hatred in her eyes, he said. The other two women just looked horrified at what we did. So you wiped out the jihadist cell and killed, how many, twenty one, nineteen men and two women. Damn, Aiden, you guys beat my record. Ive only killed eighteen men and one woman. David, we were fighting terror with terror, only our terror was worse than anything they had ever imagined would be done to them. We knew if we left them alive, theyd still be alive years later and might never pay for what they did. Our team called the press and media thirty minutes after they left and then, one hour later, they called the Bobbies. We wanted the world to know what had happened. OK, go on. Thats about it, David. I sat there in a chair, just smiling, in front of the two women who were still alive but bound to a chair. I knew I was about to be transported and we wanted them to see me vanish. That was the last thing I saw, two horrified unbelieving women watching me disappear. What did all your friends do? I asked. After your little party, they were in too much danger to stay in London. Did they leave? Yes, that was the plan, men and women, everybody, both groups in the United Kingdom and Ireland. They had buses waiting to take them through the chunnel and all the way to Switzerland. We have another group there. Well, Ive got just one thing to say, Aiden, I said, and held out my hand to him. Good job. I couldnt have done it better myself. He shook my hand and then just sat looking at me. I dont know what Im feeling, David, he said. Its like Im dead inside. Aiden, you know Im the leader here and that Aimee must always obey me and no one else. The others here obey me too but out of, I hope, respect and love. Can you change that? No, he shook his head. I dont usually give orders, Aiden, I said. But Im giving your two orders and you will obey me. Understood? He nodded, affirmatively. Yes, David. Good. The first order is that you will never tell anyone else what youve just told me. They dont need to know. You and I know what revenge is like and its not easy to carry the burden. Its easier if someone else helps you carry it. Let me help you carry it. Well talk again whenever youre ready. Yes, David. The second order is that you will become a father again for your children. They need you and nobody else can ever satisfy that need like you can. I want you to do something with your children every day. Talk to them. Take them for a walk in the woods. Play hopscotch with them. Play dodgeball with us. Just stay busy with them as much as possible. I will, David, he said. You know theyre not virgins anymore; dont you? Yes, but thats OK. They told me. If they can find a little bit of love, thats fine with me. Good. Now, we need some fresh fish and tomorrow I would like us to go fishing, just you and me and both sets of twins. Do you think youll be up to it? He smiled and nodded. David, I forgot to tell you something. The group that Iain came from was going to have a big explosion and fire to completely destroy that old mansion before they disappeared. Shall I tell him? Did his parents plan to go with the others to Switzerland? Yes. Then you can tell him. Are they still going to send any more people to join us? Rene said they were going to keep sending people until we had at least twenty. As far as I know, they will keep to that but one of the groups in your country, in the state of Georgia, I think, will now be in charge. Maybe the others will come directly from my old universe, maybe from your universe. I dont think its been decided yet. Theyve been sending us supplies and tools and weve sent requests for lots more stuff. Will somebody send that? Yes, there might be a little delay but we communicate with all the other groups and the Georgia group will coordinate the other groups and will make decisions on who has that job. Good. Now tell me what you think happened when the press and police found the jihadists. <><>><> The next day, Aiden and I took both sets of twins fishing in the lake. The early morning was a little cool so we left home dressed in Sherwood Forest outfits, backpacks with lunch and a change of clothes, empty backpacks for fishing creels, fishing poles and spears in hands. As usual, we sang on the way down the mountain, first You Are My Sunshine and then Shell Be Coming round the Mountain. Pyotr volunteered me next and I gave them my version of Who Threw the Overalls in Mrs. Murphys Chowder. The chorus to the song says, Who threw the overalls in Mrs., Murphy's chowder? Nobody spoke so they shouted all the louder. The four Mouseketeers shouted each chorus as loud as they could. Aiden actually grinned and then joined in for the next repeat of the chorus. At the lake, our bamboo raft was still floating where we had tied it and it looked sea-worthy. I stood thinking for a moment and then stripped naked. Aiden shook his head and stripped too and the four kids grinned and shed their clothes even faster. We all stuffed our clothes and moccasins in our backpacks. The boys climbed down to the raft and the girls passed the fishing poles and spears and backpacks down to them. Aiden and I stood and watched them while they arranged everything. They were four beautiful children, just beginning their journey to sexual maturity, two blond sprites, one blond boy, one freckled brown boy, all naked but unashamed, chattering away excitedly. Why did we get naked, David, Aiden asked. Its still a little cool. It will be warmer out on the lake in the sun, I said. Besides, somebody is going to fall in the lake. What? Yeah, I think Pyotr will fall in the lake first. Then I imagine the rest of them will accidentally fall in too. Im going to shove you. Then Im going to get overbalanced and fall in too. The water might be cold. Do you think thats going to stop them? Look at them. Four kids, absolutely perfect and beautiful, happy to be doing something as simple as fishing. This is life as it should be, Aiden. Its up to you and me to make this a perfect world for them. I know, he said. I hope Im up to it. You can be, I said. You just stripped too. The way we are, naked in front of each other and not self-conscious about it, thats one of the customs Im trying to start in this new world. Those four kids are about as innocent and beautiful as anything youll ever see. Do you understand that I dont ever want anyone to be ashamed of their body or to think that its ugly? Well, I agree with you about the kids anyway, he said. The four kids sat down on the bamboo raft and left the poling to Aiden and me. He quickly mastered the use of the pole and we were about in the center of the lake when it happened. Pyotr stood up and said, My butts tired. Of course, the others stood up too. Pyotr looked at me and, I think, raised his eyebrows a little. I gave a quick nod. He took one step, his foot slipped, and he fell overboard. Petra bent over and extended her hand to pull him out. Brian bumped her butt and she went in with a flailing splash. He turned to Brianne and she jumped in. He grinned at me and his father and jumped in too. The four of them quickly swam back to the raft and hung on to the side, waiting to see what the two old men were going to do. I decided to give Aiden a chance. I bent over and extended a hand to Petra. Aiden put his hand in the center of my back and extended a hand to Brianne. Maybe Aiden pushed down a little too hard; maybe he didnt. I lost my balance, flailed the air for a moment, and went in head first over the kids. As soon as I came up, I turned and looked at Aiden. He grinned, shrugged, and jumped in next to me. Thats when Aiden and I were attacked. Four grinning splashing kids tried to duck us. I courageously fought them off for a few seconds and then let them succeed. As soon as my head was under water, I swam under the raft and surfaced quietly just at the edge on the other side. I heard the kids yelling and screaming when I didnt come back up. Pyotr figured it out. He swam around to the end, peeked at me, and yelled Here he is! I fled. I swam a few meters from the raft, waited until I saw four kids in pursuit, and then started swimming around in a circle. When I got back to where Aiden was treading water and grinning, he joined me in fleeing from the menacing gang. With all the splashing and giggling and yelling, maybe they werent really menacing. We both swam around the raft in a complete circle before we feigned exhaustion and let them catch us. The waterfall plunging down into the lake proved to be a good spot for fishing again. I actually managed to catch a couple before I gave up and helped the kids by taking the fish off their hooks and stuffing them in empty backpacks. The day was warmer by mid-afternoon when we started back, two smiling grown men and four kids, chattering away and giggling at nothing, all still naked except for moccasins. We trudged in at home in time for our evening meal, each carrying one backpack with clothes and another laden with fish. It was just another good day in paradise. <><><> A few days after our fishing trip, I grabbed Aiden before he could volunteer to wash the breakfast dishes again. Aiden, come with me. Where are we going? Up the mountain. Well probably be gone all morning. I led him up the path to a good view of the isthmus and the mainland. The first part of the path led through some of the oldest trees I had found, where the canopy almost completely blocked the sun and there was little underbrush. As we climbed, the path led through darker and darker woods and through narrow openings between lichen-covered boulders. At one point, the path split in two, and, like Robert Frost, I chose the one less taken, the most difficult part where we had to climb. Finally we broke out of the woods and stony crevices into a rocky outcropping on the mountain where the big trees were unable to find a place for their roots and the sun warmed the huge boulders to baking. I led him to the place I wanted him to see: a promontory where nothing obstructed the view and the isthmus connecting us to the mainland could be seen. The isthmus was completely free of vegetation, a jumble of sand and boulders. The mainland was a rolling blue-green forest of trees which seemed to go on forever. I opened my backpack and took out two bottles of juice and my tablet. I handed a bottle to Aiden, opened one, had a good drink, propped my tablet against a rock, and then asked Aimee to record our conversation. Finally I looked at Aiden. What do you think? Its beautiful, David, but why did you bring me up here? Aiden, youve just come through the dark forest, through crevices between rocks, all with little sunlight. Now youre standing at a point out in the direct sun, looking at our pathway to a new world, and wondering why you are here. I suppose. Aiden, you still have a purpose in life. Youve been through a hell I can only imagine but you have years yet to live. You have a challenge: to love your children and guide them and care for them until your death. You must muster the strength to meet that challenge. I dont know if I can, David. Look, Aiden, I didnt ask to be brought here. I didnt ask to be made leader. Still, Ive accepted my challenge and I will do my best to meet it. You can do the same. You began to accept it when we went fishing. Whats my challenge? Aiden, you and I are the only two here who have something in common: a fight against adherents to a religious belief which is beyond horrible, evil, monstrously wicked, a belief that seeks to rob us of our humanity. Now were in an untouched world and weve both got the same challenge. All the boys and men who come here will be our sons and brothers. All the girls and women will be our daughters and sisters and wives. Most of the children who are born here will be sons and daughters of two different universes. Weve got to lead them. Weve got to instill in them a sense of love and caring and family. Thats what we are, you know, the new family of mankind. I was warned you could be quite eloquent, very persuasive. You are indeed. I need your help, Aiden. Your children need your love. All of us need your caring. I want you to reflect on what Ive said and then accept your challenge. I will. A swiftly-moving shadow crossed over us and I looked up. I saw not one but two of the large raptor birds gliding far above the mountain top, probably playing in the updraft from the mountain. I pointed them out to Aiden and told him how I killed one and how Matt and I stole the pig from another. We stood and watched them for a minute or so and they never flapped. Aiden, we have a leadership council comprised of Iain and Caitlyn, Matt and Jean-Nicole, Anna and me. Ultimately, every decision is mine but I need the others to advise me. I want you to sit in on our meetings as a non-voting member for a while. Annas in the second trimester of her pregnancy and before the babies come I want to step aside and let somebody else replace me on the council. Will you do it? He nodded. When youre being leader, do you really wear that ratty bearskin in the hallway? A young boy told me you did. No, I just assume the mantle of authority. Pyotr? He grinned and nodded. Ill get even. James and Toby have already served a one-day term as leader. Im going to appoint Pyotr next and then Brian. Its just one day but they can be serious about it. Yes, responsibility can make anyone serious. Tomorrow, were going to work in the garden all day, except for our cooks. Thats one way we accept our challenge. One day soon, were going to the swimming beach. Youll see something youre perhaps never seen before: a group of young boys and girls, men and women, all naked, playing in the water, gymnastics on the beach, yelling and running and screaming, enjoying the sun on their bodies, just having fun like innocent children, life as I think its meant to be. Well, we certainly couldnt do that in London, he said, grinning. Aiden, I didnt ask to be sent here but your people chose me to lead this small group of humanity. Ive accepted my role as leader and, as long as Im alive, I will not permit anyone else to assume that role. You and I both have been badly wounded by religious hatred and Im adamant that we I will not permit such hatred here. I paused for that to sink in with him. After a moment he nodded and said, Go on. I was once asked if I was an atheist, someone who doesnt believe in a god and who views all religions as myths. I replied that I was beyond atheism, that I was an antitheist, someone who views all religions as inherently evil and the source of most human conflict. In my old world, it took real strength and courage to espouse those views. In this world, Im going to do my best to keep anyone from bringing religion here. They will have to do it over my dead body. David, youre safe with me here, Aiden said. My world is largely free of religions and the wars they cause and weve had peace for years. You were chosen in part because of your views and I knew about them before I came here. Im not going to challenge you on that. Good. Now theres something else I want to talk to you about. Have you had sex with a woman since your wife was killed? I asked. I knew this was a sensitive topic but I thought I might as well bring it out in the open. No. If you want me to, Ill stop right now, I said. I just think you should know how we cope with our needs. Can you talk about her? He nodded. Go on, he said. Im listening. Aiden, Ive learned a few things since I came here. Our bodies have a need for sex and our minds have a need for love. When we can find both with a woman like Anna, were as happy and content as it is humanly possible to be. I dont know anything about your wife and the relationship you had but perhaps it was the same. Was it? Yes, sex with her was always good but its her love that I miss the most. Occasionally Anna and I, with the help of others, have tried to pair up some of our younger males and females, like James and Sam. I think somebody in your old group was trying to do the same. Pyotr and Petra were somehow saved from being sold into sexual slavery. Now you send your own twins here and they are a perfect match for the first twins. Did that influence your decision? Not until after my wife was killed, he said. I knew about Pyotr and Petra; we all did. I didnt want my twins to have to stay in your old world and I thought theyd be a perfect match for your pair. I think they are too, I said. Brian lost his virginity with Jean-Nicole and Anna. She and I were going to play, thats sexual play, with Matt and Jean-Nicole. Somebody suggested we include Brian. The rest of us watched him with Jean-Nicole first and then Anna. Both? Yeah, in about five minutes. He grinned. Horny little devil. Yeah, werent we all? Brianne lost her virginity with Brian and Pyotr one afternoon out in the woods. All fourteen of us had gone down the mountain to a beautiful spot, supposedly to get naked and soak up some sun. It was also a good place to play at sex. We all watched Brianne with Brian and Pyotr. She was smiling all the time. Shes got a beautiful smile. Yeah, she uses it on me to get what she wants. Are you really OK with them becoming sexually active already? Yes. David. In my old universe, children were permitted to have sex as soon as they wished. We made sure to guide them and protect them from unwanted consequences like pregnancy. We knew some of the ones we sent here were too young to have children. Thats why we provided contraception for you. Well, youre not too old to still need sex, I said. I dont know what were going to do about love but I have an idea that someone will be sent for you. Do you think so? Yes. No decision had been made when I left. I know they were looking at some prospects. Aiden, youre not too old to have more children either, I said. Maybe you could have another child, one created in this new world. Ive thought about that but I dont know whether I can do that again. If they want us to merge our DNA from two different universes, they will send someone from my old universe for you. Do you agree? Yes, thats where they were looking. Well, until she arrives, theres no need for you to do without sex. Anna and I have talked about getting together to play, thats sexual play, with Iain and Caitlyn sometimes soon. Maybe well invite Matt and Jean-Nicole too and call it a meeting of the leadership council. When its just two couples, Ive made love to both women and so has the other guy. With three, who knows? Would you like to join us? I thought your culture pretended to be monogamous. We dont, not here. As long as we can prevent unwanted pregnancies, we get together, usually two couples, and we swap partners at least once. Occasionally we have sex play parties, the whole bunch of us, and we warm up with a lot of wild giggly foreplay with everybody else and then we choose a new partner for the night. Annas pregnant, right? Yes, but she still wants sex. Still needs to have it. Still needs love. I try to give it to her. Shes welcomed all the guys here with her body. She says shes about to stop doing it with anyone but me and Im being extra careful with her. And you dont mind if she has sex with me? Iain doesnt mind if Caitlyn does? Or Matt and Jean-Nicole? No, I dont mind. Iain and Matt dont mind either. None of us guys would try to tell the ladies what to do. You need to know something about womens role here. Anna and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole are the ones who suggested it. They all want to help you. You need sex and they all want to share their love with you. David, I really dont know whether I can, he said. What if I cant do it? Aiden, Anna will understand. I think Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole will too. They both want to give you a little gift, a reminder of what a womans love can be like. You should try to accept it graciously. Sam and Rene will probably offer you the same thing later. Ive made love and played or had sex with all of them. If they offer someday, perhaps Ill do the same thing with Petra and Brianne. Well, lets wait a while for my body to heal a little more, he said. Just try to understand if I cant perform. I really loved my wife and her death has been almost impossible for me to bear. If I didnt have kids, I probably would have committed suicide. I understand. I spent three months without Anna here and I thought about cutting my own throat if she didnt come to me. Matt and Iain and I want you to try to accept what our wives want to do for you. They all want to give you a little taste of a womans love again. Im betting youll perform fine with one of them, maybe two, maybe even three. Who knows? Well, theres a first time for everything. Aiden, Anna and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole have given this a lot of thought. Its not so much about sex. Its about healing, about becoming a normal loving man again. I stood up, retrieved my tablet from the side of a rock, and looked at Aimees smiling face. Aimee, I wanted you to know what Aiden and I talked about. Please make a record of our conversation and keep it for a couple of months. Let Aiden listen to it again if he wishes. She smiled as usual. Yes, David. Before you leave, would you show me the view from where you are? I think our mountain home is beautiful and I enjoy looking at it. <><><> A few nights later, after dinner was over and the kitchen had been cleaned, we gravitated as usual back to our two adjacent tables. I looked around and realized that we were about to reach another milestone: we were going to need three tables soon. The Mouseketeer table now had eight sitting at it, three on each side on swing-out seats, two on one end on a bench. The oldest teens, James and Sam, Toby and Rene sat opposite each other. The youngest, Brian and Petra and Pyotr and Brianne, sometimes sat on table seats and sometimes on the bench. The adult table now had seven: Anna and I, Iain and Caitlyn, Matt and Jean-Nicole, and now Aiden. The three couples had drifted into sitting opposite each other and Aiden was adamant that he would sit at one end on a bench. I walked over to the other table and stood there waiting until their giggling and talking stopped. Were having a leadership council meeting tonight and Aidens going to sit in. Do any of you have anything you want us to discuss? Yeah, I do, Toby said. When can we have another sex play party? OK, well talk about that. Anything else? Once we go to the council meeting, Id prefer not to have to worry about all of you. Can you be good? Sure, James said. Sam says Im always good. Rene says Im the best, Toby crowed. I shook my head and walked away from the table of eight giggling kids. Except for Aiden, the others at our table were standing, waiting. I walked up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. Youre invited too, Aiden, I said. He stood up, Anna took his hand in hers, I grabbed his other hand, and we went down the hallway toward the rear and then to an unused bedroom. Anna and I dropped our loincloths just inside the door. Aiden looked at arrangement in the room, looked at me, at Anna, shook his head, and dropped his. Iain and Caitlyn walked in and dropped theirs. Matt and Jean-Nicole followed. The room had been prepared the way Anna had said it would be: three mattresses in one corner of the room, pillows against the wall, and lights on dim. I knew my role. I put my hand on Aidens shoulder and guided him to one side with me. I sat down, leaned back against a pillow, lifted my tolos from between my thighs, crossed my ankles, and rested my hands on my stomach. Aiden watched and then sat down beside me the same way. I looked to the other side and saw Iain and Matt just getting in the same positions. Four guys, none with hard-0ns but four dicks swollen close to standing up, looking up at three beautiful women, one of whom had a little poochy belly. The three women stood there until we were settled and then sat down with their legs between ours, leaned back on straight arms, and raised their knees. It was impossible to look anywhere else except at what they were so prominently displaying. Is this really a leadership council meeting, David? Aiden asked. I looked to the side and saw his eyes moving from one woman to another, well, at least between their legs. Its a meeting of the leadership council first, I answered. Later, we might do something else. TO BE CONTINUED: 21

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Twenty-Two A couple of days later the four of us eagerly dressed in our complete Robin-Hood clothing for our exploration on the isthmus. We each carried a spear, another weapon, and a backpack with a rain cape, drink, and food. We left home at the first daylight, even before the sun peeked over the horizon, and breakfasted on the way. We went down the mountain again and crossed most of the isthmus. We were enjoying exploring on another beautiful summer day and were in sight of the forest land on the mainland when something I had not anticipated happened. We were wending our way along the isthmus when we came to two large boulders with a sandy opening between them. I saw we had to go through single file so I took the lead. I was through the opening when a huge bear stood up on one side of me. I was momentarily startled because he had markings on his face, red stripes, and I had never seen a bear like that. He had been partially hidden by other rocks and I had almost led our party to him. One glance told me he was a male and I knew that they could be aggressive. I quickly became cool, as cool as I had been in a dusty street in Islamistan. I knew what I had to do. In a threatening posture, the bear was waving his forepaws in the air as high as he could, higher than my head, perhaps to appear to be a more formidable opponent, and growling enough to frighten anyone. When he lowered his front paws, I sensed he was about to drop down on all four paws and to charge us. Standing up, his chest presented a good target for a spear. On all fours, charging, that target was not accessible. In my cool state, I called upon all my strength and agility and quickness and launched myself at the bear with my spear in both my hands. I felt the spear point enter and then slide deep into his chest and I knew I had wounded him severely. I couldnt suddenly stop but I dodged to the side. As I went past him, he swiped at me with a paw, made contact with my shoulder, and knocked me sprawling in the rocks. I bounced off a boulder but luckily my head didnt make contact. I quickly scrambled to my feet, pulled Big Boy out of my scabbard, and looked around. I was dizzy and it took me a moment to focus. When I did, I saw that the bear was down on its side with spears sticking in him in four different places. His head and legs were still aggressively moving. Anna and James were standing behind the bears back, both leaning on their spears which were sunk deep into the bears side, pinning him to the ground. Iains spear was also in the bears chest, slanted toward its front legs. Mine was on the ground protruding from the center of the bears chest. Iain was down and struggling to get up. I could tell that he was injured. I knew there was something I had to do before I worried about Iain. I quickly went to the bear and pulled his head back so I could cut his throat. I saw thick fur and knew even Big Boy would have trouble cutting through that. I reversed my grip on the knife, put the point about where I thought it would miss his spine, shoved twelve inches of steel into his throat, cut from the inside out, and swiftly moved away to avoid the spurting blood. Then I ran to Iain and helped him up. He put his arm over my shoulder and I put mine around his back and we stood there grinning at each other. Anna and James ran to us and Iain and I both held out a welcoming arm. We all knew we had met the beast and we had killed it. After a quick hug, Anna pulled away and looked down at Iains leg. I looked too and saw that the cloth covering his leg was torn and pulled completely out of his boot. I saw red blood running down his bare leg but nothing was spurting and I knew he wasnt seriously hurt. Still, he could hardly stand. Anna dropped to her knees, pulled the cloth to each side, and inspected the wound. She looked up at me. Hes got two bad puncture wounds that look deep, she said. I need to clean them and put an antibiotic on them. Theres not much blood loss so the bears claws didnt hit any big blood vessels. Anna, Davids wounded too, Iain said. Look at his shoulder. Anna stood up and we both looked at my shoulder. The bears claws had caught me just a little way down my arm, had ripped away the covering cloths of my chemise and tunic, and had left four red stripes across my arm. The two furrows in the center looked deepest and blood was running from them down my arm. Now that I was aware of the injury, it was burning and hurting. I breathed deeply, closed my eyes, and tried to will the injury not to hurt and the blood not to flow. When I opened my eyes, Iain and James and Anna were all looking at me. I smiled at them, to let them know I was OK. David, I was cool! Iain said. I was like you! I saw everything in slow motion! When the bear swatted you, I knew I had to stop him. He went down with your spear and I stuck mine in the side of his chest. He swatted me and got my leg. Then Anna and James stuck him too. He kept thrashing around until you cut his throat. I was cool, Anna! I really was, James! I was cool! Damn, I was cool! Iain, listen to me, I commanded. Shut your eyes and take some deep breaths. Try to become calm and then will the injury to your leg not to hurt. You can do it. He stood there for a moment, eyes closed, breathing deeply. When he opened his eyes, he smiled at me, looked at Anna and then James, and smiled at them. I can do it! he said. It doesnt hurt bad! Anna quickly became our nurse. She made Iain and me hold our hands tightly over our wounds. She pulled off her tunic and her chemise, took Little Boy out of my scabbard, and, with James help, cut her chemise into long strips. She folded a couple of strips up into pads, put them under our hands, and then tied the pads tightly in place with another strip. She stood back looking at my shoulder and Iains thigh for a minute. She was probably unaware how beautiful she was with her breasts bare and hard nipples standing up and her hair wild and blowing in the wind. That should stop the bleeding, she said. Well clean you guys up in a few minutes. Right now, I want you both to take an antibiotic tablet. Aimee gave me a topical antibiotic and a pill one when I told her where we were going. In a little while, Ill change the dressing and put a topical antibiotic on the wounds. Theres no telling what sort of bacteria are under a bears claws. Now you guys sit down and take it easy for a few minutes. Iain and I obeyed Nurse Anna, sat down on a couple of rocks, and took our medicine. We watched James as he wrenched four spears out of the bear and then walked back to where we were sitting, two spears in each hand, and his usual big smile on his face. You stuck him almost in the center of his chest, David! James said. He swatted you and you went down and then, when the bear fell down, Iain was on him like a chicken on a June bug. Then me and Anna stuck him at the same time. I was leaning on my spear trying to pin him to the ground and I guess Anna was too. Then you cut his throat and he died. We all four killed him! We really did! I looked at Iain and saw him with his eyes almost closed and his head held high like he was concentrating on something. Iain, what is it? I asked. Do you hear something? Yeah, Im still cool, David, he said. I heard something like an animal whining. There, I heard it again. Its off to my right. I stood up and faced to his right. The erratic wind was blowing toward us from the south and the sea was breaking on the south side of the isthmus. In a minute or so, I heard a faint whine over the sound of the waves but it seemed to come from two large rocks close to where the bear had been eating something. I walked in that direction, looked at what little remained of the bears kill, and couldnt believe what I saw. The few scraps of skin looked like they were from a dog. The remaining bones were too small to be from a large animal like a wolf. I looked around more and saw what I believed was a dogs paw with white-colored hair. I looked more and saw a tiny tail that looked like it had come from a puppy. I kept looking and saw another tail. The bear had killed and eaten at least two puppies and a mother. Iain and Anna were also looking around at the grisly remains. James had evidently heard the whine too because he was slowly walking toward two large rocks. The bears been clawing at something here, David, he said. It looks like he was trying to get something out of this crack between the rocks. The rocks scratched and the sand near the crack is all dug out. He dropped to his knees and stuck his face right in the crack, then turned to me, excited at what he saw. Theres something in there, David, he said. Its alive. I heard it whining. I can see it. I dropped down on my knees and looked in the crack. I saw it too. It looked like another puppy. I saw white and black and brown areas and tried to remember what dogs were colored that way. I knew beagles were but the bones from the adult mother had looked too large to be from a beagle. I think its a puppy, James, I said. Do you want to see if you can reach it? It might bite you. I dont care, he said, and immediately stuck his arm in the crack. He tried to reach the dog but he evidently couldnt. He turned to me. I cant reach him, he said. I was about to try to reach in with my wounded right arm but I realized that was the bandaged one. I lay down on my belly and tried with my left arm. I felt warm fur. The creature tried to move away from my hand but it was trapped. I caught it by the nape of the neck and slowly pulled it out. It was a puppy. I handed it to James and we both stood up. He cradled the puppy in his arms for a moment, then looked up at me, and I could see in his face a look of pleading and happiness. The puppy was some variety of hound with a beagles coloration, floppy ears, and short hair. It was trying to curl up in James arms. Can I keep him? he asked. Can I? Really, I want to keep him! Please let me keep him! How do you know its a him? I asked. He turned the puppy so its stomach was showing. It was a male dog. Can I keep him, David? he pled. Please let me! Please! Please! I want to keep him! Let him keep him, David, Anna said. I looked at his ecstatic face and made a decision. I probably should have delayed and made a rational decision. Instead, I made a quick emotional decision. You may keep him, James, I said. You found him. You may keep him. Hes yours. He looked down at the puppy for a moment and then handed it to Anna. You can hold him, Anna, he said. Just dont drop him. He turned back to me, wrapped his arms around me, and gave me a long hard hug. Then he reached up, pulled my head down to his, and kissed me, left cheek, right cheek, and mouth. I couldnt help but smile at his happiness. He took the puppy from Anna and handed it to Iain. You can hold him too, Iain, he said. Hes my dog now. He turned back to Anna, gave her a big hug, kissed her, left cheek, right cheek, mouth, and then buried his face in the hair beside her neck. He seemed to be shaking and I wondered what he was doing. Then I realized he was crying. I went to him and pressed up against him with my hands on his shoulders and waited for him to regain his composure. After a minute or so, he pulled away from Anna, kissed her on the cheek, and retrieved his puppy from Iain. He stood there, tears on his cheeks, holding the little squirming creature for a moment and then looked up at me. I always wanted a dog, he said. I always wanted one when I was a kid. They wouldnt let me have one. I just wanted something of my own that I could love. He handed the puppy to me again. I wondered why until he walked over to Iain and kissed him too, left cheek, right cheek, mouth. For once Iain didnt resist. James walked back to me and retrieved his dog. If hes my dog, can I name him? he asked. Of course. Hes yours to name. Hes yours to feed and clean up after too. He looked down at the dog for a minute. Lucky, he said. I think thats a good name for you. Lucky. Yeah, youre Lucky. You probably should name him Trouble! Iain said, grinning. James gave him a quick finger. He wasnt just grinning. He was smiling as wide as possible. So was Iain. Hold him up to your cheek, James, Anna said. If he licks your cheek, he likes that name. He held the pup up to his cheek and, of course, it licked his cheek. James beamed even wider. You could take your chemise off and tie a string around the bottom and tie the arms around your neck and youd have a good way to carry him home, Anna said. Home, I said. I think its about time we started back there; dont you? What about the bear, David? Iain asked. Can we eat bear meat? Well, I cant carry him home, thats for sure, I said. He probably weighs twice what I do. I would like to have his skin but I have no idea how much it would weigh. Id like to have the head and the paws too but I know that would be stupid. Ill help you skin him, David, Iain said. You can use Little Boy and Ill pull. We can do it. We can carry the skin back to the mountain, David, James said. When we get to the bamboo grove, we can cut a pole and two people can both carry it together. Me and Anna can carry it some. I can help too, David, Anna said. Let me use the knife and you and Iain pull. Ill bet we can skin it without much trouble. I stood looking at the bear. What did I want with its skin? I didnt know but I wanted it. Maybe it would make a good bearskin rug, maybe a coat, maybe a bunch of moccasins. I used Little Boy to cut around each of the bears wrists and the neck. Then I cut on the inside of each leg up to the center of the stomach and chest, being careful to cut nothing but skin. Next I cut from the neck down to the stomach. I didnt want the bears penis or testicles so I made two cuts around them and the anus. I looked at the tail for a moment and then cut it off. OK, I said, straightening up. Whos ready to pull? You are, Anna said, and held out her hand for Little Boy. I handed it to her and watched her cut the skin loose. Iain and I pulled the skin while she cut in long strokes and did it better than I could have done it, quickly, competently, and without making a face. <><><> On our way up the mountain, I thought of something that I wished we already had: a way-station, a cabin or building toward the bottom of the mountain, only a hundred feet or so above sea level, close to one of the many mountain streams. I wanted to have a place where we could spend the night before or after an excursion on the isthmus. I tried to think of what we could use for building materials without having to haul the material very far. I knew there were layered deposits of rock near many streams. There were also plenty of straight trees like pine or any of a number of deciduous trees. The site would have to have running water close by for drinking and bathing. I resolved to begin exploring for a site soon and to start construction as soon as I had more guys to help. We finally got home about an hour after dark. For the last leg, Anna and I had the bearskin on a bamboo pole, her with the uphill end, me with the downhill end. Iain limped along stoically. I could tell that his knee was painful and I offered to carry him but he refused. When they could Iain and James walked side by side, either holding hands, with James helping Iain over difficult places, or Iain with his hand on James shoulder. James carried the puppy in his chemise papoose carrier and talked to it constantly. After sunset, the moon gave us enough light to follow the familiar paths the rest of the way up the mountain. I was tired and hungry but wonderfully happy and alive and glad to be home. <><><> The next morning, I heard James in the kitchen talking to Lucky. I rolled out of bed, put on a loin cloth, had a quick piss, and went to the kitchen. James was pouring some left-over stew from a frying pan over crumbled bread in a bowl. He was still naked. The puppy was whining and wiggling at his feet. I did what you told me, David, he said. He slept with me all night and then I took him outside first thing. He sniffed everything and peed a few times. After he eats, Im going to take him outside again and see if he poops. Wheres Iain? I asked. Still sleeping, I guess, he said. We tried sleeping together like we usually do but he kept wiggling cause couldnt make his leg stop hurting so he got in another bed. He put the bowl down in front of the puppy and we both watched as it started gobbling down its food. Iain limped in and stood watching with us. He was naked too. I knew he and James would put on loin cloths before breakfast. Anna had requested that we all dress for meals because, her words, she wanted to be able to think of what she was putting in her mouth. Anna walked in just as James was taking the puppy outside. She was bare breasted but she had put on a loincloth too. She petted the dog, kissed James on the cheek, and turned to Iain and me. She removed the bandages she had put on us after we showered last night, inspected our wounds, made us sit at a table while she cleaned them, and applied more of the topical antibiotic. My arm was sore but it wasnt really hurting bad. Iain said his injury wasnt hurting bad either but his knee didnt feel right. Anna had him put both knees side by side and she leaned over and compared them. The injured knee was clearly swollen. Something that wasnt injured started to swell too. She gave his penis a yank and then stood up. I probably should take a few sutures in both of your injuries, she said. Aimee, do we have what Ill need to suture a wound? I imagine these arent the last injuries these boys are going to get. Yes, Anna, Aimee replied. The necessary supplies are in the storeroom. There is also a compound which will glue the two sides of any minor incision together. It seals the wound, minimizes scarring, and will help prevent infection. Perhaps that is the best treatment for their wounds. Thank you, Aimee, Anna said. Ive used something like that before and I think itll be fine for minor injuries like these. Ill take care of it later this morning. Maybe Ill even glue Iains penis to his leg so it wont be such a bother. Iain immediately clamped his legs together and put both hands over his family jewels. Youre both lucky, you know, Anna said. That bear could have done some real damage to you. I want you both to take it easy today. Iain, do you need a pain pill again? Did you sleep alright with one last night? I dont need it yet. After the pill kicked in, I slept OK, he said. I was so tired I probably could have slept without it. James and I didnt even jack off when we went to bed. Anna, its always going to be dangerous for us to venture off the mountain but someday weve got to do it, I said. I guess Im just a typical male and I want to see whats over the horizon. Weve got to make this whole world our home someday. You dont have to do it, she muttered. You can let your descendants do it. Oh, am I going to have descendants? I teased. When do I get to start? Soon. I want to wait until more women are here, she said. Well, if Caitlyn is the next arrival, I dont want her to start having babies any time soon, Iain said. I hope we can wait a few years. David, its about time for our next arrival, Anna said. Someone should be here at all times. Lets let Iain take it easy around here until then. He needs to let his leg heal. I think his knee is sprained and he should stay off it. He should stay in bed or lay down somewhere for a few days. Iain, after breakfast, Im going to reset the rabbit snares, I said. You take it easy today and stay off that leg. Anna, would you and James pick the garden, that is, if he can put down Lucky long enough. Well skip exercises today. This is going to be a lazy day for all of us. Anna and I were preparing our breakfast when James came back. I peeled some cold boiled potatoes for hash-browns while Anna battered and fried some rabbit. Iain sat at a table, sliced some bread, drizzled olive oil on it, and I put it in the oven to toast. James put Lucky down and stood watching us. Lucky immediately went exploring and sniffing everything. He pooped, James said. I took him down the hill a little to where that big Oak tree is. He scratched out a spot and squatted and pooped like he knew it was his bathroom. I think he already knows his name. He came to me when I called him Lucky. Thats a good start, I said. You wanted him. Now its your job to house-break him. David, how do you think Lucky got here? he asked. We havent seen any dogs on the mountain. Do you think there are dogs on the mainland, out from under Aimees shield? Well, first there was a mama dog and then there was a papa dog and they got. James cut me off. Come on, David. Ive been thinking and I believe there are dogs in this world. I think somebody put dogs here but they didnt put them on the mountain because they wanted the rabbits to multiply without any predators. They probably wanted us to have dogs. I think youre right, James, I said. In our old world, dogs came from wolves. Man slowly guided their evolution into all the different breeds. If we leave the dogs here alone, theyll probably evolve back into wolves again or maybe go extinct in this world. I think there are more dogs out there off the mountain. Maybe we could all have one, he said. Uh uh, I said. Lets stop with one for a while. If we turn Lucky loose here, what might happen to Lighting and his family? <><><> We did something unusual after lunch, something I couldnt ever remember having done before since I came to our new world. We took a nap. Iain asked for another pain pill with lunch and Anna approved his request and sent James to Aimees room to get it. After cleaning the kitchen, we all went to our bedrooms. Anna and I crawled into our bed alcove, her first as usual. When I lay down, she scooted back against me and held my hand against her breasts while we napped. We both moved our loincloths out of the way so I could nestle my penis in the warm place between her legs. It was complacent for once and didnt go nosing about for something to get into. Iain and James also went in their bedroom for a nap. James carried Lucky to bed and I suppose the puppy was ready for a nap too since Iain and James had played with him all morning. When I awakened an hour or so later, I eased out of bed, had a quick piss, and went across the hall to their bedroom. Iain was on his left side, bare butt showing, spooned up against James, with his injured right leg over James left, and his arm over James back. Lucky was curled up in a circle in front of James. James hand was resting on Luckys back. They were all still asleep. I was standing there, just looking at them, when Anna surprised me by putting her hand on my shoulder. I turned toward her and put one finger in front of my mouth. We both stood there watching the sleeping boys and the sleeping dog. Theyre beautiful; arent they? Anna whispered. I looked at Iain critically. I wasnt sure what a womans definition of beautiful was, especially when it came to men and boys. Iain was tanned all over and the white stripe around his hips had disappeared. He was not soft looking anymore. He had clearly defined muscles all over now and there was little body fat on him. I couldnt see James body as well but he looked about the same. Perhaps she was referring to the way Iain was holding James, spooned up to him with one arm over him, both peaceful and relaxed, sleeping the same way Anna and I had been a few minutes before. Yeah, I suppose so, I answered. The puppy immediately raised his head, seemed to smile at us, and started wagging his tail. Maybe that was enough to wake up James. Be still, Lucky, he said. Iain rolled over on his back and looked at us. His loincloth wasnt covering his genitals and his penis looked as relaxed as mine was. He stretched, yawned, and then lay there looking at us. May I look at your wound, Iain? Anna asked. I promise I wont pull your penis again. He smiled and I suppose that was approval of her request. She sat down on the side of the bed and leaned over his leg. I could tell she was having trouble seeing. The lights in the room were on dim. Aimee, would you please turn the lights on bright? I asked. Anna wants to look at Iains wound. Yes, David, Aimee answered. Anna, would you please give me a report on what you see again? I would like to maintain records of illnesses and wounds as part of our history. Anna removed the bandage around Iains leg and looked at the wounds. Next she tugged his legs side by side and compared his knees. I see no excessive redness around the punctures so I assume the antibiotic is doing its job, she said. He should take another antibiotic pill tonight. Im going to leave the bandage off for a while and Ill put on another one before bedtime. The swelling in his knee is about the same as last night and this morning. With rest, I would expect it to be reduced tomorrow morning. I think someone else is also lucky. She turned to me and I knew what she wanted. I sat down on the side of the bed. She removed the bandage around my arm and inspected the claw marks. I see no evidence of infection but there is a lot of irritation, she said. I think David is going to be wearing hash marks on his shoulder for a while. Im going to leave the bandage off his wound too. Ill recover it tonight. He should get another antibiotic pill tonight too. What are hash marks, Anna? James asked. Its service stripes, James, she answered. Army enlisted men get one for each three years of service. Its a diagonal stripe worn on the sleeve of a dress uniform. Its just for enlisted men; officers dont wear them. Iain, could you move over? Let me lay down behind James. He moved over on the other side of the puppy and Anna stretched out behind James and spooned up to him. Lucky immediately went wild and crawled over James to lick Annas face. I decided to join the fun. I crawled in the bed, over the other three, and lay down behind Iain. He didnt protest when I spooned up to him and nestled my penis in the warm place between his legs. The puppy decided it had to come welcome me next. It squirmed across Iain and licked my cheek too. We all lay there petting and playing with Lucky for a few minutes. He kept squirming and going from one of us to another. I wondered when James had taken him outside and if one of us was going to get peed on. Finally James leaned over Anna and put Lucky down on the floor. He immediately went exploring. Whats for dinner? James asked. Coq au vin, Anna said with a straight face. Cock owhat? James asked. Thats French for rooster with wine, but you can use a hen, I said. You braise the chicken with wine, lardons, mushrooms, and garlic. I loved it when Mother cooked it. Its delicious. Well, whats lardons? James asked, grinning. I know what a hard-on is. Lardons are thin strips of pork belly. Mother used bacon. She would have me cut it like matches, I said. It gives a great flavor. I suppose a rabbit would do as well. You dont have to use a hen, Anna sad, grinning too. You can use a poulet. She pulled on James penis a few times. A pull it? James asked. I saw Anna hadnt turned loose of James penis. She was slowly pulling it. I reached over to Iains penis and pulled it a few times. Yeah, its a young tender spring chicken, I said. Have you ever eaten one? No, but Ive licked one, James said, grinning wickedly. It was delicious. He patted Anna on her hip and giggled. She shook her head like she was exasperated but she was smiling too. Id rather have spaghetti, Iain said. Caitlyn loves meat balls and sausage with white sauce. He giggled at his own effort. I wish you have told me that yesterday, I said with a straight face. We could have had bear meat balls. That elicited an Ooohhh, merde! from Iain, Hot damn, thats a good one! from James, and a prolonged loud groan from Anna. She cupped her hands under James testicles and looked at me. I saw that his penis was already well on its way to erection. It looked like a hairless prepubescent boys except for the size. I cupped mine under Iains testicles with my thumb over his penis. I felt it firming up too. Well, Id rather have steak, she said, and then paused and looked directly in my eyes. Round steak. I like my meat rare and full of blood. That elicited three groans too. It also elicited a firmer hard-on between Iains legs. Anna leaned over James, held his now fully-erect penis straight up, and took it in her mouth. She slid her hand and her mouth slowly up and down for a moment, then lifted up and looked at me. I could see the question on her face. I pushed my fully-erect hard-on between Iains legs again and then moved back. I leaned over, pushed him down on his back, wrapped my hand around the shaft of his penis, took the head in my mouth, and mirrored Annas movements again. I dont know what might have happened if it hadnt been for Luckys intervention. He kept jumping up, trying to get back in the bed with us. In his jumping, he clawed Annas butt. She screamed, flipped over to see what had happened, and saw a grinning puppy with its tail wagging furiously and its tongue hanging out. Bad dog, Lucky, she said. That hurt. She stood up, held her loin cloth to one side, and tried to see what he had done on her buttock. Im sure James and Iain checked out her wound as thoroughly as I did. She had red stripes diagonally down one side of her derriere but there was no blood. Youve got hash marks too, Anna, I said. Yeah, weve got to doctor your wound tonight, Iain said. James knew when to be serious. He crawled out of the bed and hugged her. Dont pay any attention to those two little boys, he said. Im sure it hurts a little bit. Let me rub some of that antibiotic ointment on it and then lets go start dinner. Would you kiss it first and make it stop hurting? she asked. James was eager to do it. He dropped down on his knees, held her loincloth to one side, and kissed her derriere right on the red stripes. He didnt stop with a kiss. He licked it a couple of times and then looked up at Anna. It feels much better, James, she said. Would you like to go bed with me tonight and play? If you say so, Ill let these two bad boys play with us too. <><><> Anna, when David does sex stuff with me and Iain, are you OK with that? James asked. We were through with dinner and had cleaned the kitchen and were just sitting at a table talking. I was content to wait for Anna to decide who she wanted to play with and where. What do you mean? Anna asked. Are you asking how I feel when I see him with his mouth on your penis or Iains? Yeah, jacking me off, sucking my dick, kissing me, stuff like that: are you OK with all of that? How do you feel when I do the same thing to you? she asked. His big grin was probably answer enough. I like it. I just sat and listened and wondered what was bothering him. I like it too, James, she said. But I dont understand why David does it to me, James persisted. I dont want you to feel bad about him when he does it. I respect him a lot and I just dont want anybody disrespecting him because he does it. I dont want anybody thinking hes He looked at me. gay or something like that. I know hes not. I just dont understand it. Why do you do it to him? Anna asked. Has David told you about what happened to me before I came here? he asked. I mean, what the reverend Moneyhand did to me? No, he just said you had never known your parents and had been in a number of foster homes. He said you were abused by some foster parents. Yeah, I was. Abused, shit! Moneyhand used to fuck me in the ass and I hated it. I pretended to like it cause I had no place else to go but I really hated it. I felt sick inside and I finally couldnt take it anymore. Go ahead, tell her what you did to the reverend, I said. I killed him, Anna. I let gas loose in the house and it exploded in a big ball of fire. I was just crawling out the window and I was knocked out and I woke up here. Tell her what happened here. Tell her what you offered to let me do, I said. Well, I was really sick when I came here. I puked and pooped and peed all over everything. David washed me clean and then cleaned up my mess. He was so gentle and nice to me. I didnt know what it was going to be like here. You tell here the rest, David. I cant. He wanted to sleep with me one night, I said. He even offered to let me fuck him if I wanted to. I told him that he didnt have to offer his ass to someone just so he could be cared for and protected. I said I was going to be his friend and care for him. I was going to make sure he would never have to endure anything like that again. And hes kept his word, Anna, James said. Hes made me feel like a man and not like a trappedfuck toy. Thats why I like him so much. I guess I even love him. Hes like a big brother or maybe a father to me. I know hes my friend. I know hes a good man and I dont want anybody disrespecting him. You still havent told me why you do it with David, Anna said. Well, I guess it started before you came here. Im horny all the time and I feel like Ive got to jack off or something a few times every day or else Ill go crazy. I know David and Iain are just as horny as me and they need to do it too. I like it when they suck my dick so I do it back. I want them to enjoy it as much as I do. Nobodys asked me how I feel about it, I said. James looked at me. Well, how do you feel about it? I like playing with you guys. I did it a little as a kid and it was a lot of fun. I guess we were all so horny with puberty that we had to do something. Im about as horny now. I suppose I like doing stuff with you and Iain because I know youll do the same thing for me. Putting my hands on you, sucking your dick: that doesnt bother me in the slightest. Do you want to know what does? What? Iain asked. Kissing you, I said. I never kissed another boy when I was a kid and I guess it never occurred to me. I like it but I cant make up my mind how Im supposed to feel about it. It makes me horny as hell, just like kissing a woman does. Im OK about kissing Anna but I cant make up my mind whether I should be kissing you and James. How about when I kiss you for certain special occasions, you know, left cheek, right cheek, mouth? Iain asked. Does that bother you? No, I like that. I think thats a custom we ought to carry on in this new world. Thats not sexual. The kind of kissing Im talking about is kissing with open mouths, what some people call French kissing but I dont think the French should be blamed for it. Well, I like it when you guys kiss me, James said. I like it when I kiss you too. Maybe I like it a little more when Anna does it. I wish you guys wouldnt worry about kissing each other, Anna said. This is a new world and were all going to sort out what we like and what we dont. Ive made love with a few women before and I dont regret it. I know women can enjoy kissing each other and I dont mean just kissing on the lips. I may even make love with some of the girls and women who come here. What do you think of that? James leered at her again. Can I watch, I mean, may I watch? Iain seemed in favor too. You can help me do Caitlyn. Maybe both of us can convince her its OK. Well, I think we can all agree on one thing: that we dont want a hatred for homosexuality to get started here, I said. Im still trying to figure out how we can have a world where we all love each other, not hate each other for stupid religious reasons. Amen, James said. What do you mean: amen? Iain asked. People always say amen when they agree with what the preacher says, James explained. James, come here, Anna said and turned to the side and spread her knees. He walked over close to her and she caught his hand and pulled him closer so he was standing between her knees. He watched as she untied his loincloth and let it fall to the floor. His penis was swollen and standing out a little from his testicles, not just hanging down. Anna cupped her hand under his testicles, leaned over, and blew little puffs of air at his penis. Blow job, she whispered. After that, she just sat there, one hand under his testicles, and blew puffs of air at his penis every few seconds. We all watched as his penis swiftly began to lift, stood out horizontally, lifted some more, and then stood up pointing at her face. He might be thirteen but he already had a mans penis. Anna wrapped one hand around the shaft and cupped his testicles with the other. James, I know you young guys are always horny, Anna said. I think all women know it instinctively. It gives us a way to control you, to get you to do what we want you to do, to give us children, and then get you to protect and provide for a family. Women think with their hearts; men think with their little heads. We love you anyway. And you dont think less of me and Iain and David, especially David, when we do stuff with each other? he asked. No, James, David and I agree about the way we hope everyone will be in this new world. We dont want a bunch of senile old men, a lot of them celibate except for alter-boys, we dont want them dictating what we do when we enjoy sex. We dont want hatred to rule our lives. We want love, even between two men or two women, to rule our lives. But we dont have to be so serious about it; do we? When we all played together, I had fun; didnt you? Yeah, he agreed, and his big grim reinforced his word. Well, are you ready to go to bed with me and play some more. Well even invite the two bad boys if theyll promise to be good. Of course, we promised. I just want to play at oral sex and kissing and stuff like that, Anna said. You guys can play all you want to but nobody gets to fuck me tonight. Maybe Ill let David do it when we go to bed, if he can still get it up. James and Iain led the way to their bed this time. There was no structure or plan in what we did. One way of playing flowed into another and we were all involved at the same time. I had my mouth alternately on two penises and one pussy and I kissed three different people. I suppose James and Iain did too. I watched Anna suck James dick while I was sucking Iains. When Anna lay down on her back and spread her thighs, Iain beat James to the offering. James had to be content with sucking mine. Then three guys ganged up on Anna for a while, one from the East, one from the West, and one from the South and she had her first orgasm with Iain taking a turn licking her pussy. She lay there with her eyes closed, a smile on her lips, while three guys gave her a semen shower. Later, in our own bed chamber, I would probably have been content to cuddle up with Anna and go to sleep. She had other ideas. As usual, I let her crawl in our sleeping alcove first. When I crawled in after her, she took charge again. I didnt resist. She pushed me down on my back, kneed my legs apart, knelt between them, and grabbed my still-swollen but flaccid penis. I put my hands under my head and watched her. She stroked my penis for a moment, then leaned over, took the head in her mouth, and started sucking. I still wasnt completely rested from our trip down the mountain and I wasnt surprised when my penis was slow to become hard. Maybe she was satisfied that it was about full size but soft. She straddled my thighs, lowered herself down until her pussy was resting on the shaft of my dick, with about half still exposed, and wiggled from side to side and back and forth and I felt her wetness on my testicles and penis. Then she rode me, front to back, with her hand wrapped around the exposed part of my penis, all the while blowing little puffs of air downward and whispering blow-job. It was a new experience and I liked it. My penis did too; it surged into a full-blown erection. I could see her little crimson button at the apex of her vaginal lips and I waited for her to lean forward and bring it in contact with the shaft of my penis, her way of fucking without fucking. She didnt. She rode me for a while longer and then suddenly lifted up, held my penis straight up, and sucked it into her vagina with wild wiggles and squirms and thrusts. With an orgasm already, I hoped I could hold back long enough for her to come first. She rode me slowly for a while with her eyes closes and a slight smile on her lips. I knew what she was doing. I was doing the same thing but with open eyes. We were both savoring what we felt as my penis slowly disappeared in her hairless pussy and then just as slowly reappeared. She stopped for a moment, cupped one hand under her breast, and said Suck. I had learned last time to obey her commands. I held her breasts up with both hands, craned my neck upwards, and sucked her nipples until she started riding again. Now, she pounded on me, her thighs and derriere bouncing off my thighs with an audible slapping noise. Just when I was beginning to wonder if I could hold out, she slowed down and began to groan. I grabbed her by the hips and slammed her down so every bit of my penis was inside her and felt her vagina begin to clench and relax around the shaft. She sat there on top of me, her hands on my chest, her thumb and one finger pinching my nipples, and I waited for her breathing to slow down. After a little while, she lifted herself so that only the head of my dick was still in her warm wetness. Fuck up, she whispered, and again I obeyed her command. I held her by the hips, thrust upwards into her, and gradually lost all awareness except what I was doing with my penis. With the first spurt I let my ass fall back down on the bed, shoved her down so that my penis was entirely inside her, and finished squirting out my life into her. She groaned and whined and then she surprised me. I felt her vagina begin to squeeze around the shaft of my dick and I marveled that she could come again so quickly. <><><> David! Anna! Please come to my room! A young girl has arrived and she may be Caitlyn! Shall I call Iain? A couple of days later, Anna and I both were awakened by Aimees call just after four oclock in the morning. We had been sleeping naked as usual, with Anna cuddled up to my butt, her hand resting on my hip. I slept on the outside of the bed alcove and she slept on the inside, a result, I suppose of my protective instinct for her. I rolled out of bed, glanced at the clock, and held out my hand to her. Yes, Aimee. Call him. I suppose you might as well call James too. Anna and I will be right there. Our bed chamber was the closest to Aimees room so we were there a few seconds before Iain and James ran in. The lights in Aimees room were on dim. The naked young girl was in the same recliner chair that the rest of us had been in when we arrived. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully. She was on her side, one hand touching her cheek, red fingernails showing, the other near her waist. Her legs were bent and her knees were together. I held one finger in front of my lips, put my hand on Iains shoulder, and mouthed the words, Is it Caitlyn? He understood and nodded. The expression on his face was clearly one of absolute happiness. I walked over in front of Aimees image and whispered to her. Is she OK, Aimee? Have you measured her vital signs? Yes, David, she whispered back to me. Her temperature and heart rate are slightly elevated but not dangerously so. She seems to be in no danger. I walked back to the other three and we stood there looking at Caitlyn. Iain had said she was beautiful but his words simply didnt do her justice. Her hair was as long and golden blonde as Iain had said. It was pulled back in a ponytail which curved around and rested on one breast. The hair on each side of her head had been plaited and the two plaits were joined together somehow just under the ponytail. Id never seen an unusual arrangement like it but it was a perfect crown for Iains princess. Her face was almost unbelievable in its young beauty. Her skin and features were flawless. Her cheeks were very faintly pink, perhaps from makeup, perhaps from a slight fever from the journey. Her lips were full and red, parted just a little with two perfect white teeth showing. Her breasts were just little mounds on her chest, one small mound capped with another smaller mound under the areolas and with almost non-existent nipples that scarcely protruded. Even lying as she was, on her side, her abdomen was a shallow bowl between her ribs and her hip bones. Her pubic hair, what little I could see of it, was the same color as that on her head. Between her legs, from behind, her cleft was tightly closed and virginal, nothing more than a cease in the two plump mounds on each side. Her hips were almost boyish and I wondered if she could possibly bear a child. Her legs were long and slim and her toenails were painted bright red like her fingernails. She was probably the most beautiful girl Id ever seen but she was just a girl, not a woman. I looked at Iain and saw that he seemed still awe struck at the sight of her. I looked at James and saw the same expression of wonder on his face. I looked at Anna and she smiled at me and mouthed the words, Shes beautiful. I put my hand on Iains shoulder and he turned away from her for the first time. Iain, I think you should cover her with a blanket before you wake her up, I whispered. James and Anna and I will wait in the hallway and let you be alone with her when she awakens. You can call us back in a few minutes. We should see if she needs to be medicated and to go pee like the rest of us did. Can you carry her to the toilet? Anna can go with you if you need a womans help. He nodded. I turned to Aimee and whispered, Aimee, will you please blank your screen and let Iain and Caitlyn have a moment of privacy. I think you should quietly watch and call me and Anna if Iain needs help with her. Well be outside in the hallway. I put my hands on James shoulders and pushed him out into the hallway. He rather reluctantly went, looking back over his shoulder at Caitlyn. Anna followed us. In the hallway, I thought about the girl, not a woman, I had seen in Aimees chair. I wondered how the outcome of our trip across the isthmus might have been different if Caitlyn had been with us. I was glad she had not been. If Iains protective instincts had been directed toward her, would he have helped to kill the bear? Then I thought about the exquisitely-beautiful girl-child I had seen. I could not believe that she could possibly bear a child. Her hips were too narrow. I had no idea when a womans hips widened to prepare her for childbirth. I could understand how Iain could love her. She was probably as beautiful a girl as Id ever seen. But she was a girl, not a woman. If Iain made love to her and got her pregnant, I didnt want to know what might happen. I thought we had a problem and I didnt know how to handle it. Anna was a nurse but her expertise was in the operating room working with men. I didnt expect her to have any expertise in child-bearing. Still she was a woman and would know more than I did. Aimee always measured all of our body proportions in order to recognize us. If she measured Caitlyn, would she know whether the girl would be able to bear a child? Anna and I had made love or had sex within a few minutes after her arrival. She wanted it and I did too. I needed it as much as she did. But it was probably stupid for me to do it with no thought of the consequences. Still, I wasnt worried about her ability to bear any child we conceived together. Would Iain listen to me if I advised him not to make love to Caitlyn until we were sure it was safe? Would I have? Anna said the contraceptive pill Aimee gave her was free of side-effects as far as she could tell. But Caitlyn probably had religious beliefs against taking it. Could Aimee and Anna and Iain and I convince her to take it? I knew Iains and Caitlyns love for each other would lead them down the path to more and more intimacy until they joined their bodies together. I knew that was the normal progression of a man and a woman who loved each other. What could I do? What could anyone do to stop them from making love? I didnt know. I could kill a bear simply as a part of the protective instinct all men probably share. I could kill a rattlesnake with my bare hands. Why did I feel so helpless in a situation like this? I looked at Anna and saw her looking at me. I think weve got a problem, I started. She nodded. I do too. She cant have a child yet. Her pelvis is not wide enough. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Nine I couldnt believe what I saw. Aimee had told me the truth! I was on the side of a mountain, looking out over an ocean or sea quite some distance below me. She had said we were located on the side of a mountain surrounded by an inland sea. I couldnt see land anywhere on the horizon so I had to accept what she had said as the truth. She said she was incapable of lying to me and now I believed her. I turned around to survey my surroundings. I had been thinking that I was in a large building somewhere but I was wrong. The big doors from which I had exited were in a sheltered area in the side of the mountain. All of the rooms had been built underground but there had been nothing except lack of windows to make me think the complex was in a cave. I also had to accept Aimees assertion that the entire complex was intended for ten couples and eventually their children. That meant someone intended me to be here for years, maybe for the rest of my life. With Anna, I might; without her, I was leaving as quickly as I could to search for her. I was standing on a large natural stone patio with four different levels, another large level about four feet lower, a smaller one about head high, and a much smaller one some twenty or so feet higher. The whole area was smooth and looked like it had been carved out of existing rocks. There were multiple steps leading from one level to another. I climbed up the steps to the top level and looked around. As far as I could see, there were no boats on the sea. I saw sea birds down near the water and others higher up in the air. But there were no signs of any other human beings, no airplanes, no con trails, nothing but a few wispy white clouds against a beautiful blue sky. I looked as far as I could see on the mountain side. I looked up the mountain and all I saw was more trees. I looked down the mountain. Again, I saw no signs of any buildings or roads, just trees of various kinds. Almost the entire mountain seemed to be covered by green trees but in a few places I could see outcroppings of gray rock. Among the trees close by, I saw tree trunks that were as large as any Id ever seen, a few almost unbelievably large. In the different colors of green, I saw some trees that I knew were deciduous and some that were coniferous. Most of the deciduous were light green and looked as though they were just putting out leaves. That meant I was in a place which had seasons. I had left Arizona in the early fall and I couldnt comprehend how I now could be where it was spring. Perhaps I had changed hemispheres. I could hear birds showing off in all directions. The mountain side seemed to be filled with raucous birds flitting from tree to tree and each showing off with a different song. I focused on a few and couldnt call their names. The birds were all small birds, none as big as a crow, but their colors were strange to me. I saw one with a black body and a spread display of red tail feathers which seemed to be courting a solid black bird, maybe a female. I had never studied ornithology but Grandfather had taught me the common names of the ones where I was raised. None of the birds I saw looked like them. I turned to face the sun, which was just peeking over the horizon in what I assumed was the east. That meant south was on my right side, north was on my left side, and west was behind me. Since the cave complex was to my left that meant the cave faced to the south and was located on the sheltered side of the mountain. I hoped I had thought that through correctly but with my mind still not working at its best, I wasnt sure. I stood there, eating the last of the nutrition bars and drinking the last of the juice, and tried to decide whether to explore up the mountain or down the mountain. Down won. I was about to leave the patio when I realized that I was armed with nothing but my knives. I had no idea whether there might be dangerous animals so I decided to go back to the weapons storage room and see what appealed to me. Back in the armory I stood looking at all the weapons and then realized I could ask Aimee if there were any dangerous animals on the mountain. Aimee, can you hear me? I asked. Yes, David. Inside, I can always hear you. Outside, I can hear you only in an area close by. Good. Are there any dangerous animals on this mountain? David, there are no large dangerous animals on the mountain. There are some small ones which might be dangerous but they will probably flee from you. However, there are large dangerous animals on the mainland. Some are extremely dangerous and, if you venture onto the mainland, you must be prepared to defend yourself. Are there any poisonous snakes? I asked. No, David. There are snakes but they are not poisonous. Some can cause minor injuries by their bites. Im going to take a spear and a machete with me when I explore. I dont know if there are trails going down the mountain and I might need a machete to hack my way through the underbrush. Ive never tried to throw a spear but one will make a good walking staff on rough ground. Do you think thats all I might need? If youre going to be gone for a long time, I suggest you take something to eat and drink, David. OK, thanks, but is there something I can use to carry them. These damn clothes dont have any pockets. She told me where to find something and I think she sounded like a mother talking to a little child. <><><> I returned late in the afternoon, tired but feeling better in my head. I was hungry and thirsty again so I stopped by the kitchen for a couple of nutrition bars and a bottle of juice. I hoped Aimee wouldnt mind me eating and drinking in front of her. As soon as I walked into Aimees room, I saw her smile at me and then say hello. I couldnt help but smile back at her and return her greeting. She wasnt dressed the same. She had on a something that was supported only by thin straps over her shoulders. In front, I saw the soft swells of the tops of her breasts. The dress had a pattern which seemed to be blue and gold leaves. Again, she was a beautiful woman. I like your dress, Aimee, I said. May I see all of it? I am glad you like it, David, she answered. Once I learn your tastes in womens attire, I will always dress to please you. The image in the monitor pulled back so that I could see Aimee from head to toe. She had on a loose dress something like the sun dress my mother sometimes wore when we were working outdoors. It covered her loosely from the tops of her breasts to just below her knees. Except for two thin straps, her beautiful womans shoulders were bare. Her calves were slim and youthful. Her feet were bare. I remembered how Anna had painted her toe nails for me. Aimees were natural. The next time we meet, perhaps you will paint your finger and toe nails, Aimee, I said. A soft red would be pretty on you. I will remember, David. I wondered what she looked like under the dress. Was she wearing a bra and panties? Why would she? Should I ask to see her nude? Aimee, I dont want to make you uncomfortable but may I see what you look like under that dress? Youve seen me naked. I want to see you. May I see you naked again, David? she asked. You first. I took off my boots, tunic, and tights and then sat down in the chair in front of her. I deliberately spread my legs and let my testicles hang down between them. My penis was warm and slightly swollen and hung down over my testicles. I wanted her to see me. Perhaps she liked my display. She looked between my legs for a split second, smiled at me again, pushed one strap off her shoulder, pushed the other one, and the dress fell in a puddle around her feet. I felt the same sense of wonder I had felt the first time I saw Anna naked. Aimee was a smaller woman but she was just as beautiful as Anna. Her breasts were small like Annas, high on her chest without any drooping. Her waist was perfectly proportioned, much smaller than either her chest or hips. Her hips were wide enough for a womans role in child bearing. Her legs were just as perfect and seemed to be as hairless as Annas had been after she shaved. In the center of all her beauty, there was a small patch of dark pubic hair. From her image I guessed her age might be about twenty. Would you assume the pose, Aimee? I asked. What? she said, then, Oh, and she smiled and stood with her legs together and her arms outstretched to each side. I stood there drinking in her beauty for a moment before I asked her to change the pose. The Vitruvian woman was more engrossing that the Vitruvian man any day, I thought. Now, would you turn around and assume the two poses again, please? Her derriere was absolute perfection, high and tight and flawless in its curves. I waited until she had spread her legs and lifted her arms in the second pose. Nice ass, Aimee. Im glad you like it, David, she replied and turned around to face me again. Would you like me to remain nude or do you want me to put my dress back on? I think you should put your dress back on, Aimee, I said. She reached down and, in a flash of arms, the dress was draped over her again. Are we even now, David? she asked. Yes, Aimee. Did it bother you to let me see you nude? No, David. Did it bother you? Yes, Aimee, it bothered me. I responded as any young male would to the sight of a beautiful woman in the nude. If you had not put your dress back on, I would have had an erection again. I liked seeing you with an erection, David. You have a big beautiful penis. You are a very sexy man. Thank you, Aimee. Who taught you how to please a man? All women know how to please men, David. Aimee, I will probably masturbate before I go to sleep tonight. Do you know why I will do that? Yes, David. I know that young males are constantly in need of relief from all the testosterone and semen that their testicles produce on a daily basis. It is perfectly normal for you to masturbate to be relieved of the sexual tension; is it not? Yes, Aimee, it is. Would it bother you if I looked at you and masturbated? Would you mind letting me look at your pussy while I jack off? Do you know those words? Yes, I suppose I know all the words to describe what a man does when he masturbates. I also know the words to describe what a woman does when she masturbates. I can show you images of a male or a female masturbating. I can also show you images of a male and a female as they are having coitus or, if you prefer, I will call it making love. Perhaps I shouldnt have been surprised at the extent of her knowledge but her ability to show me those images was surprising. Why do you have such knowledge, Aimee? I mean, why do you have those images? David, one of my roles here is to be a teacher. I can teach mathematics, music, chemistry, physics, or a great many other subjects. If you conclude that a young male needs instruction about sex, I can talk to him and answer his questions and even show him images of couples having sex. I can do the same for young girls. I can teach a group of young males and females about sex and use images to reinforce my lecture. If you would rather teach them yourself, that is your decision. I decided it was time to change the subject. I could tell that my penis still wanted to swell to an erection and would want me to satisfy it. I decided to tell her what happened on my way back up the mountain. Aimee, on my way climbing back up here, I had to shit. I was beginning to sweat so I stripped naked and went to a small stream beside the trail. Damn, that water was cold on my feet. She looked at me with a slight smile but didnt say anything. After I finished, I used my hand and cold water to clean myself. That water was really cold. She still didnt say anything. She just looked at me as though she was wondering where I was going with my story. My foot slipped on a rock and I sat down in the stream. That water was really, really cold. She still didnt say anything. She just smiled wider. That water was really, really, really cold, Aimee. My dick sounded retreat and my balls tried to crawl back up in my belly. That finally got to her and she laughed or maybe chuckled, whatever it is that women do when they try to suppress their laughter. On my way back up the mountain, I had decided to tell Aimee about the incident to see how she reacted. Her actions, especially her seeming sense of humor, were so damn human. I wondered again what or who Aimee was. Did that really happen, David? she asked. Yes, Anna, it did, exactly the way I described it. Youre beautiful when you laugh. I hope youll laugh with me lots of times. She frowned and didnt say anything for a moment. I wondered why. David, you just called me Anna, she said. I felt ashamed of myself and felt I should apologize. Whatever Aimee was, I believed she was a woman and I didnt want to hurt her. Aimee, Im sorry. I was thinking about Anna on my way back up the mountain. I wanted her to be with me to see this beautiful place. Can you understand when I say I love Anna with all my being and I can never be at peace until Im with her again? I will always try to understand you, David, and I am not offended. I understand how important Anna is to you and I hope you are soon with her again. I hope so too, Aimee. I like you but Anna and I are one and its difficult for me to be away from her. Now could we talk about something else? Yes, David. Ive been wondering why you want me to decide how to measure time and days and months. Is it because you need someone to make that decision so you can maintain a record of everything that happens here? Yes, David. That is the reason. One of my functions is to be custodian of your history. Aimee, I want to tell you how to use directions. If I stand facing the rising sun, that is the east. Then the direction to my left is north, the direction to my right is south, and the direction behind me is west. Do you understand? Yes, David, The sun will rise in the east and set in the west. Right. Now, from the trees just leafing out, I believe we must have seasons here. Is that correct? Yes, David. I want to name the seasons. Is that OK? Yes, David, but you do not need to ask my permission. The decision is yours. OK, the four seasons of the year will be spring, summer, fall or autumn, and winter. Winter will begin on the shortest day of the year and that will be the first day of the year. Spring will begin on the vernal equinox which is exactly half way between the shortest and longest days. Summer will begin on the longest day of the year. Fall or autumn will begin on the autumnal equinox which is exactly half way between the longest and the shortest day of the year. Do you understand?" "Yes, David, I understand when you divide the year into four seasons. But the shortest day of the year in one hemisphere occurs on the same day as the longest in the other hemisphere. When the season is winter in one hemisphere, it is summer in the other." I thought about that for a minute. I was glad she was able to help me make decisions. "Aimee, let us assume that what I said applies only to where I am located now. What's wrong with my ideas about the seasons?" "There is nothing wrong with your names for the seasons, David. However, if I follow your instructions, the year will begin on one day in one hemisphere and half a year later in the other. That will be confusing. It is easy to resolve. There are two hemispheres, one on each side of the equator. What do you want to call them? "The northern and the southern hemispheres, of course. The northern hemisphere is the one I'm in now. The other is the southern hemisphere." "If we let the year begin on the first day of winter in the northern hemisphere and the first day of summer in the southern, the year will then begin on the same day for the whole world." "OK, that's the way we'll do it. Year one is this year. I arrived about one-fourth of the way through the year. Now I want to divide the year into months. If there is anything wrong with what I say, I want you to tell me and help me make the right decision. Can you always do that?" Yes, David, that is one of my functions. Are you sure that there are three-hundred and sixty-seven days in the year? How do you know that? David, I have an immense amount of knowledge about a great many things. I dont know how I know what I know but I know that I know. Is that confusing? No, Aimee, Im the same way. Now, each month will be thirty days so twelve months will last for three hundred and sixty days. The other seven days will be called Festival when nobody works. Festival comes just before the end of the year. Is that OK? Yes, David. Today is the thirteenth day of the fourth month. The season is spring. The year is one. The date is 13,04,01. The time is 16:45. Show off, I whispered. Yes, David. If you mean that I like to display my knowledge, you are correct. But remember, I am incapable of lying to you or deceiving you. Also remember that my sole purpose is to assist you and provide information to you. Do you want to name the months? No, that can wait until Im thinking better. Ive got a million questions for you. I will try to answer them if you ask them one at a time, David, she said and giggled. Thats the only way to describe the sound she made. I couldnt help but smile at her and shake my head in wonder. Aimee, are we on an island or are we connected to the mainland? When I looked around, all I saw was water. The mountain where we are is connected to the mainland, David. There is an isthmus to the north-west. It is a narrow rocky connection that is under water in some places at high tides. When storms come, the waves may break over the entire isthmus. I knew the storms could not be as bad as hurricanes. If they were, the huge trees could never have survived. I had seen no storm damage on my exploration down the mountain. Aimee, while I was exploring, I saw some rabbits and squirrels and some feces which leads me to believe there are deer or goats here. Is that right? There are lots of animals here, David. Would you please describe the animals? Well, both are hooved animals and both have horns on their head. Is that sufficient? Yes, David, I will show you images of the two animals here which have both hooves and horns. The screen blinked into images of a deer and a goat. The deer looked like the deer back home. The goat had the same forest coloration as the deer, not the black and white mixture on goats I had seen. As usual, the deer was bigger than the goat. How big are they, Aimee? You have not yet told me how to measure size, David. Well, damn. Here we go again. Assume Im exactly two meters tall. There are one hundred centimeters in a meter. Now can you answer, just in general terms? Yes, David. The deer will vary in size depending upon age and sex. None of the male deer are as tall as you. Almost all the deer can walk under your outstretched arm, except males with large racks. The goats also vary. They are about half as tall as you, about one meter. Can you create an image with me standing between the two animals, Aimee? In another blink, I saw myself on the monitor, naked with my arms outstretched, with a deer under my arm on one side and a goat on the other. Except for the goats coloration, we all looked normal. Aimee, do you know what other animals are on this mountain? Could you show me images of them? No birds or reptiles, just animals? I blinked again and the screen was filled with animals. I saw a squirrel, a rabbit, a beaver, a badger, a bobcat, a chipmunk, and a couple of small mammals that I couldnt identify. I didnt see any large dangerous animals like bears or cougars. I didnt expect to see any animals like buffalo that lived in the plains. Aimee, do you know how to catch rabbits? My grandmother in France served me rabbit a number of times. It was always delicious. Yes, David, I know. Would you like me to show you some devices which will catch rabbits? A snare is the simplest one. No, not now. Tomorrow morning Im going fishing. Maybe tomorrow afternoon, Ill learn how to set rabbit snares. Aimee, I followed a trail all the way down to the coast. It had lots of branches. I know someone must have been here quite some time creating this place and the trails. I also encountered someone on my way down the mountainside and he told me something about the people who built this place. I dont understand, David, she said, and her face showed it. I know there is no one else here but you. Oh, I didnt say he was human. He was the cutest, most intelligent.ground squirrel or chipmunk Ive ever seen. Im not sure which he was. He was bigger than any Ive ever seen. I named him Lightning because the broken stripe down his tail looked like a lightning bolt. She smiled at my attempt at humor but she didnt say anything. I was walking through an outcropping of big rocks when I heard him chattering. He was standing up beside the trail with his front paws out like he was begging for something. The only thing I had was the nutrition bars so I cut off a little piece. He watched me, then ran around in a circle, and, when I held out my hand to him, he came and took the piece out of my hand. He was the cutest little guymaybe not so little because Ive never seen a chipmunk as big as he was. What did he tell you, David? she asked. Well, I could assume that he was so smart that he came up with his way of begging all by himself. I think its more likely that someone who had a lot of patience and enjoyed watching him as much as I didsomeone patient, kind to animals, taught him. I dont know who the man or woman was but I think we have a lot in common. Lightning was a fascinating little creature. What else did you see, David? Well, there are lots of little streams running down the mountain and I found a grove of bamboo close to the bottom. Some of it was as big as my thigh and some was as little as my penis. If I plant a garden, I wont have any problem getting running water to it. I can run it through bamboo to the plants. Id love to have some home-grown tomatoes. Are you going to plant a garden, David? There are lots of different kinds of seeds in the seed storage room. I can pick out some good tomato seeds if you will plant them. Who knows? I answered. I dont know what Im going to do, especially if Annas not with me. Perhaps she will be one of the ones who are yet to come, David. Please do not despair of seeing her again. I want you to stay here and to be content. I cant be content without her, Aimee. What else did you see that you liked? she asked and I knew she was trying to change the subject this time. Well, theres a big lake close to the bottom of the mountain. The bamboo grove is just above the lake. I know the lakes fresh water because I drank from it. I stood on a rock shelf and watched some big fish swimming around. They looked long and slim, like they might be game fish. Im going fishing tomorrow. I just need some vegetables to go with my fish. Do you know where I can find some? Yes, David. Just off the terrace to the west there is a place where lots of leaves have accumulated and turned to mulch. There are potatoes growing in the mulch. I do not know whether they are big enough to eat yet. What else, Aimee? I saw some wild plants that looked like dandelion greens and I saw some wild onions. I just dont know what is edible around here and I dont want to make myself sick. David, the tablets on each side of me all have a camera on one side and a screen on the other. If you take a picture of the wild plants, your tablet will tell you if it is edible and how to prepare it. That is one reason why the tablets have been left here for you. Aimee, I went all the way down to the sea and I ended up where the coast is very rocky. When the weather gets warm, Id like to go for a swim if Im still here. Is there a beach anywhere, you know, a quiet sheltered spot where theres sand? David, the coastline is quite varied, from cliffs to rocky outcroppings, to beaches. There is more than one small beach. I can show you a map of the mountain and the path to follow to the nearest one. Aimee, theres an old olive press and some olive oil in the kitchen. Are there any olive trees here? Yes, David. There is a grove of olive trees on the west side of the mountain just before you arrive at the isthmus. But olives are picked from the end of the ninth month until the second month of the following year. The olive oil in the kitchen will have to last until then. Thank you, Aimee. Tomorrow night Im going to have a dinner with fish sauted in olive oil, new potatoes, and fresh onions and greens barely wilted in olive oil. I cant wait. <><><> My first day at wherever I was had been long, confusing, and exhausting. I felt myself falling back into the muddled state I had been in when I arrived so I went to bed at eight oclock. I visited the toilet for a good piss, went to the bathing chamber for a long hot shower, choose the sleeping chamber closest to Aimees room as my own, stripped naked, and crawled in one of the three alcoves, I spread a blanket over my hips and legs, turned on my left side as usual, and shut my eyes. But sleep wouldnt come. My mind kept thinking about what had happened to me within the last day. I had been transported from Islanistan to a cave dwelling on a mountainside near an inland sea and I had no idea how I had got here or where I was. I had accepted a computerized image of a woman as my friend and helpmate, I had learned that I was the first of ten males and ten females expected to stay here and eventually have children. I couldnt see any signs of human habitation and that was unbelievable. But where was Anna? The place is a paradise but without her its a hell. Anna! Anna, what am I going to do? My mind went back to the first night we spent together in Flagstaff and as I began to think about the wonders of that night I forgot all my present mysteries. I thought of Anna, recalled the way I felt being with her, being in her, being part of her, and I knew I could not live without her. I remembered how I had licked her pussy until I brought her to a bucking orgasm, how I almost immediately started licking her again, deliberately trying to bring her to such a high level of desire that she would eagerly welcome my penis in her vagina, and how right and perfect and full of wonder it had felt when our bodies were finally joined together. I smiled when I remembered how I had felt when I let my beast loose on her and then very quickly learned that she had her own beast to release on me. After that, without ever taking my penis out of her, we awkwardly managed to roll over so she could ride me to another orgasm and then I fucked up into her and came again. And after all that, we had joined together again and melted into one another or into one, whichever it was. I remembered something I wanted never to forget, knowing while we were one that she loved me and I loved her and that we were only whole when we were with each other. I had never heard or read of that feeling but I knew it was something real even if I couldnt understand it. Now I lay in bed all by myself, one hand cupping my testicles, the other stroking my penis, tired but too horny to sleep, and wondering where Anna was. I realized that I was going to lose my erection if my thoughts wandered into thinking about what separated us. So I grabbed the memories of Saturday morning, how we bathed together and then played, then reveled in another good fuck, and finally how we both ate a couple of biscuits on our way to the mall about mid-morning to shop. <><><> Anna and I were entwined when I woke up. Her head was lower than mine and I could feel her warm breath on my chest and her hair tickling my chin. We were facing each other, my hand resting on her side, hers resting on my waist, my right leg against her left, my left leg over her left leg and her right leg over my left, and in the center, my morning hard-on just touching her stomach. Friday night, we had gone to sleep with me spooned up to her, my soft but distended penis pressed against the crack of her ass, and my right hand on her right breast. How perfect it had felt to go to sleep that way! Now, I knew I had to get up and go piss. I didnt want to move. I didnt want to wake her up. I wanted to stay there, still groggy with sleep, feeling her breathing on me. I caught her hand in mine, eased it off my side, and pulled back away from her. Good morning, Davood, she whispered. Good morning, Anna, I whispered back. Ive got to go pee. Me too, she said and then I want a good hot shower. Yeah, that would be nice, I said. And I want to shave too. I dont want to irritate your tender skin with my beard. Maybe the idea that my chin might be rubbing her somewhere was enough to get her engine started. She threw back the blanket and rolled out of the bed. The bathroom was on her side and I had no chance of beating her to the toilet. I followed her, watched as she sat there with her eyes closed and pissed and pissed, and I was afraid I couldnt hold it listening to her. I considered pissing in the sink or maybe getting in the Jacuzzi and pissing there but I had no idea what she would think if I did it. Finally she finished, didnt wipe herself, got up and went over into the Jacuzzi. I managed to hold it long enough to get in position over the commode and then I pissed in absolute relief. When I turned around, she was bent over with one hand in the water coming out of the spigot, waiting for it to warm. I stepped in the Jacuzzi behind her, grabbed her by both hips, and pressed my still-erect penis against the crack of her ass. She straightened up and I moved my hands from her hips up to her breasts. She put her hands over mine and we stood like that for a while before we started bathing. Afterwards I shaved while she sat on the commode and watched me. Then we brushed our teeth, watching each other and trying not to smile, slobbering into the sink when we both gave in and grinned widely at each other. As we went back in our bedroom, she asked me if I wanted to go get some breakfast. I shook my head no, picked her up, walked over to the bed, and dropped her. The only thing Im hungry for is you, I said, looking down at the feast spread before me. I parted her legs and gave her another good licking. She pushed me down and gave me a good sucking. We played, goosed each other, bit each other on different good spots, and giggled and laughed for a while. When we quieted down, she put her head on my stomach and played with my penis and testicles. I lay there while she rearranged my balls, while she inspected and licked and sucked on my penis, and while she milked it down and licked the head again and again. What are you doing? I asked. Licking up your love drops, she answered. I love you, Anna, I said, as earnestly as I could. Do you really like playing with me like this? No, David, I dont like it. I love it. I love your big hairy balls and your big hard dick and your love drops. They taste sweet. Did you know that? I decided it was my turn. I rolled over and pushed her down, kissed her lips, her throat, both breasts, her navel, and last her little hairy patch. I snuggled up to her with my mouth on one hard nipple and played with her pussy with my fingers. Between sucking and finger-fucking, I teased her pussy lips until they were all wet and spread. David, are you going to take me shopping today, she whispered, so low I almost didnt hear her. Uh, huh, I said, because my mouth was full. I really need to shop for some underwear. Is that OK? Uh, huh, I said because my lips were sucking on an erect nipple. David, if youll promise to take me shopping for underwear, Ill give you a present. OK, I promise, I said and resumed licking out her navel. She pushed my head away, rolled over with her head still on the pillow, spread her legs, and poked her ass up in the air. Theres your present, David, she whispered. I knee walked behind her and looked down at what she was offering me. For a moment, I wondered if she was offering me her asshole. I didnt want it. If I had to choose, I wanted pussy. Well, mon petite mimi is a little pussycat, I said. I think maybe I should call it a pussy cunt. May I have it? Are you going to take me shopping? Yeah! For underwear? Yeah! OK. I know you really really love me. You may have it. I held my penis down, aimed it at the spot, and slid into her steaming depths in one long slide. Then I held her by both hips, pulled back until the head of my penis was just holding open the lips to her pussy, and slowly slid in again. Oh, that is so good, David, she moaned. So fucking good! I eased in and out of her a few more times, then pulled her ass back against my thighs as close as possible, and watched as all of my penis disappeared into her. I held her tightly, looking down at my pubic hair almost hiding her asshole. She let out a hissed exhalation of breath and groaned. I held her and pressed deeper into her. Do you like it? I asked. Yeah, I like it, she whispered. Ill swear its in my stomach but I like it. Now fuck me. I shut my eyes and did what she told me to do. I fucked her in long slow strokes. I fucked her in rapid-fire strokes. I fucked her until I knew I was about to come and then I couldnt stop fucking her and I squirted out again in the depths of my little pussycat. <><><> I was awakened later that night by a dream, an unusual wet dream. When I went to bed, the memory of Saturday morning in the hotel in Flagstaff with Anna had been enough to keep me aroused and I had masturbated to a powerful orgasm. Still, it had not emptied all my reserves and the wet dream had caused me to ejaculate a large mess of semen onto my chest and stomach. I found the towel I had used to wipe up before I went to sleep and then cleaned up from my second coming. As soon as I became aware of what had happened, I tried to seize the dream which had accompanied the orgasm. As usual it was a jumbled bunch of fragments which had no basis in reality and which made no sense whatsoever. I tried to reconstruct enough of the dream to see if it had any meaning. In my dream, I had my mouth on the pussy of some woman. I couldnt remember whether it had been Anna or Aimee but it had been one or maybe both, maybe Anna/Aimee. I remembered having my hands next to my cheeks with my thumbs holding her labia stretched to each side to expose the sensitive flesh within. I remembered the smell and taste of her. And I remembered that my wide-open mouth was attached to her pussy like a lamprey is attached to a shark. I also remembered that my tongue was in her vagina and, this is where the dream was really crazy and made no sense, my tongue was long enough to penetrate her vagina all the way to her cervix. I had been licking her cervix, trying to open it, so that I could enter. I couldnt remember whether it was my sperm that wanted to enter her womb or maybe it was the whole of me but there was a definite memory of wanting to enter her. Then I felt the internal muscles of Anna/Aimee convulsing on my tongue and, I suppose at the same time, my own wet dream orgasm began. I distinctly remembered the wonderful rapture accompanying each pulse of our shared orgasm and the feeling of dissolving into something else. And as usual, I woke up just seconds after the last throb in my penis and testicles. I wrapped my hand around my still-erect penis and held it until I came up and out of sleep, held it until I felt it begin to soften, and then dragged my fingers upward over my stomach and chest to be sure that I had not imagined the hot puddles of semen. I tried to think what it all meant but I couldnt rationalize anything meaningful out of the dream. I lay there with my eyes closed, still breathing faster than normal from the orgasm, until the dream faded and all I could remember was that it was about me going down on either Aimee or Anna. I threw the semen-soaked towel out of the bed and lay there for a minute or two trying to go back to sleep and then I felt the need to piss. I rolled out of bed, staggered to the toilet, leaned against the wall with my left hand, held my penis with my right, pissed and pissed and reveled in being a man and in holding my penis to piss, and then staggered back to bed. I couldnt go back to sleep. I wondered what it all meant. I had desperately wanted to live my life in peace and quiet with Anna. I had played out my part in another act of killing because I knew I could never live with myself if I did not avenge the deaths of my father and my mother. I counted the men I had killed in Mamoon, seven again. I had been trapped and had yielded to my unavoidable death and then, at the last second, I had been transported to a place that seemed like a paradise. Wherever I was, it seemed that there was no one else in the world but me. I was evidently the first of a small group of men and women who would be living in this world. I knew I could gladly live out my life here with Anna. But without her I knew I had no life to live and I knew that I would let Big Boy cut another throat. What did it all mean? Was there a purpose in my being here? What was my role in somebodys scheme? What was that scheme about? Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to prepare a home for me in a world that was like a paradise but I couldnt imagine why. I was tired and lonely and desperately wanted to know what it was all about and I had no idea how to go about finding any answers. I turned over on my left side, put one pillow under my head and another over my head, pulled the blanket up until it covered my shoulders, and curled up in a fetal position. Gradually the world faded away and I drifted off into sleep again. TO BE CONTINUED

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Six Friday, I had no assignment so I had the rare treat of sleeping late. When I finally crawled out of bed the time was almost nine oclock. I had plenty of time to bathe and shave and finish packing before I met Anna at the mess hall for lunch. I wondered how she was going to react when I told her we couldnt go to Heartache Hotel for the weekend. I stood under the steamy shower, eyes closed, with the water beating down on my head, thinking of my plans for the next few days. Then I stood at the sink, looking at myself in the mirror, scrubbing my face with a hot soapy washcloth and remembering how Anna had scrubbed it a few days earlier. I wet the soapy washcloth one more time and held it against my chin and cheeks where the stiffest hair grew. Finally I judged that the hair had softened so I rubbed on the gel and picked up the razor. I wanted to get a really close shave. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. There was something I wanted to do with Anna, something I had been thinking about doing for the last few days, something I had already learned that I liked doing to her. I stood there shaving my face, thinking about our trip to the magic valley, how smooth the inside of Annas thighs had felt on my cheeks, how she smelled and tasted when I licked her, and how much I had wanted her. Now I wanted her even more and tonight I was going to have her. From somewhere in the deep recesses of my memory, something that happened when I was about ten or eleven came back to me. Father had taken me with him when he helped a neighbor breed a mare. She had been tied to a post in the barnyard when a man drove up with a horse trailer behind his car. As soon as the stallion was unloaded, he had seen the mare and had immediately gone to her. Father told me the mare was in heat and the stallion could smell her. The big horse stuck his nose in the mares vulva, rolled his top lip up, and whinnied over and over again, like he was laughing. I thought that was hilarious. Then I watched what he did when he mounted her and I couldnt believe she could possibly take the stallion's long penis inside her. My penis was stiff and causing a bulge in my shorts and I was embarrassed from reacting that way to the horses mating. When I looked at Father, he was looking down at me and smiling. When I looked down at his pants, I saw a big bulge there and I smiled too. I looked back up at his face, smiling down at me, and I knew we shared something good. Perhaps my wanting to stick my face in Annas vulva was just as primitive a response as that of the horse. Before I met her, I had never imagined myself wanting to do that with a woman. Now, I wanted to do it with her and to stay there with my mouth on her pussy, my tongue licking up between her labia, tasting the juices that flowed from her, and smelling the scent that comes only from an aroused woman who wants to be fucked. I wanted her to have at least one good orgasm before I even got my penis in her. I wanted to do it and I was going to do it tonight! Before anything else, I was going to do it! I carefully chose the clothes I intended to wear for the trip: ribbed- knit boxer undershorts with a matching undershirt, khaki cargo shorts, a blue shirt with small green and yellow stripes, and my good sneakers with white socks. I usually paid little attention to what I wore but I wanted to look good for Anna. While I dressed, I thought about how she might respond when I told her we werent going to Heartache Hotel. Knowing how quickly she came to anger sometimes, I decided I had better not drag out the suspense more than a few seconds. I hoped she would be pleased when I told her we were going to Flagstaff instead. At the mess hall, where we planned to meet for lunch, Anna was standing on the front porch talking to some guys and girls sitting in the rocking chairs. She didnt see me come up behind her but she saw some of the others looking in my direction. She turned and saw me and smiled at me. I stopped in my tracks, just looking at her, struck by her beauty. She didnt have on her usual baseball cap and her hair was totally unrestrained. She had cut it! It cascaded down in curls and tangles as usual but not quite to her shoulders. For the first time, I saw that she had on lipstick. She was wearing her usual khaki shorts but this time she had her shirt tucked into them and her womanly shape was revealed. I hoped she didnt ask me if her butt was too big. How could I convince her that it was just right for her? Id never noticed her waist before; it looked small compared to her hips and breasts. And her breasts: her shirt was just tight enough to reveal them. I couldnt understand why she thought they were too small. They were just right for her too. To me, she was a perfect woman, bigger than most, maybe too big for most guys, but just right for me. The other guys and girls immediately started teasing us. I suppose they thought we were going to Heartache Hotel. I didnt care what they thought. So far, only two people knew that Anna and I were going to Flagstaff: the Major and me. Hed gone out of his way to help me make plans for the next four days. We went through the chow line together and then looked around for an empty table. I didnt want to sit with anyone else. I wanted to be alone with Anna so I could tell her about my plans. A small table was vacated and I rushed Anna to it. As soon as we put our trays down on the table, I had a sudden impulse and immediately gave in to it. I pulled Anna to me, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her. She resisted for only an instant and then yielded her mouth to me. When we finally broke the kiss, I looked around at the people in the mess hall. They were all quietly watching. I bowed to them, held Annas chair so she could sit, and then I sat down. A cacophony of catcalls and crude suggestions erupted. I heard one guy yell, Get a room, and I smiled because I already had reserved one for four nights. As soon as we finished eating, I told her. Anna, we cant go to Heartache Hotel tonight, I said, straight-faced. She looked at me and her face gradually changed into a look that I recognized as anger. And why not, damn it? she blurted out. I waited a few seconds before answering. Because weve got reservations at the Ponderosa Inn in Flagstaff for four nights. A few seconds elapsed before she realized the implications of that. David, I cant go, she said. Ive got to be back by Monday morning. I waited a little longer than necessary to answer and saw a hint of anger creeping back in her face. Yes, you can, I answered. You dont have to be back before Wednesday morning. You have a four-day pass, not counting today. And just how did you arrange that? she asked, and I could tell that her anger had quickly faded and she was beginning to believe me. A certain major helped me, I answered, smiling at her. You sat next to him at dinner with the review board. He arranged it for us. She sat looking at me for a minute or so longer. And we have reservations for dinner tonight at Napoleons in Flagstaff at seven, I added, grinning even broader. I think youll like the food there. Its the closest to good French cooking that Ive had in this country. Jean-Claudes a great chef. Who? Jean-Claude Thierry. Hes the owner. He does a lot of the cooking. Then why do they call it Napoleons? Because hes only five six. That finally got a big smile out of her. I relaxed. I knew she was eager to go. And just how are we going to get to Flagstaff by seven? Have you got a car? Yeah, its just a little one but I think well make it all the way. Its parked behind my barracks. Im all packed. Lets go get it and pick up your stuff. David, Ive got to get some more clothes. I didnt pack enough for four days. And I expected to be naked most of the time. Well, you are going to be naked most of the time. Were just going to play tourist the rest of the time. That is, if you can walk. And whats going to happen to cause me problems in walking? I dont know. Ill think of something. I didnt pack much either. I thought we might go shopping together in Flagstaff. Would you like that? She grinned at me so wide that her cute dimples appeared on both her cheeks. I took that as meaning she wanted us to shop for clothes together. The major asked me to wear my uniform just one time while were gone. Im going to wear my dress blues tonight when we go to Napoleons. Have you got something sort of nice? Yes. I brought something a little dressy like you suggested. Do you want me to wear my uniform too? I dont think so. After the major offered the use of his car, I couldnt turn down his request. Are you ready to go? The major had been more than kind in helping me arrange for my few days with Anna. He had even loaned me his little car: a blue almost-new Mercedes sports car. Id already tried on for size; I could drive it with the seat all the way back. I didn't tell her about the advice the major had given me. Sitting in his office, talking with him about my plans for the few days I would have with Anna, I finally got up the courage to admit I was scared. <><><> "You scared?" he said, laughing. "I don't believe that, coming from a man who killed seven bad guys in about a minute." "Yeah, but they were seven guys who just wanted to kill me. She's a woman who wants me to make love to her." "And quite a woman too!" he said, still laughing. "But I never thought I'd hear you admit you're scared." "Don't laugh, Major," I pleaded. "I'm serious. I don't have that much experience with women. When I'm making love to her, I want it to be as good for her as it is for me. I don't want her to be...I mean, I want her to be satisfied when we do it. What if I mess it up?" He sat and looked at me for a minute or so. "So you want some advice from an old man about how to satisfy a woman, huh?" he finally said. "Yeah, I just want her to be happy with me." "OK. Two suggestions. One: Don't get in a hurry with her. Especially, don't be in a hurry to get your dick in her. Play with her. Tease her. Give her some time to become receptive. Make her want you. If you can, make her beg you to put it in." "OK. What's two?" "Go down on her before you try to fuck her. You think you could do oral sex with her?" "Yeah, I know I can. I already have. I want to." I said, smiling, and remembering what we had already done and my plans for the night. "I'm serious, David," he said. "Most men don't have any difficulty in having an orgasm from straight fucking. Women do. Learn your way around her pussy, especially her clitoris. Give her an orgasm with your tongue; hell, give her more than one. Maybe keep doing it until she begs you to fuck her. If she's already come a couple of times before you fuck her, she won't mind if she doesn't come again when you do. You won't regret it." <><><> Anna squealed like a young girl when she saw the Major's little car. She squealed even louder when she saw the doors open upward like gull wings instead of to the side of the car. Within a few minutes of leaving the base, she reclined her seat, kicked off her sandals, put her bare feet on the dashboard, and pulled up her shorts so that her thighs were exposed. I took one swift glance at her beautiful long legs and then forced myself to look back where I was driving. Did you notice anything different? she asked. I glanced quickly at her legs again. She had shaved her legs and they were smooth and hairless and tanned and, Ill admit, even more beautiful. I pretended not to know what she was talking about. Your toenails are painted again, I said. David! she groaned. What? Perhaps wed better turn around right now, she threatened. I knew when to give in. Youve also shaved your legs. Thats better. Tonight, Im going to run my tongue all the way from your toes, up behind your knee, up the inside of your thighs toI wonder how far youll let me go? All the way, Dummy. All the way up. Both legs? You promise? Yeah! And then what are you going to do? Im going to stop in the middle and lick you to your first orgasm! She squirmed in her seat, put her head back, closed her eyes, and smiled. I didnt need to ask her what she was thinking about. For a few miles, I was able to concentrate on the road. David, Ive got something I need to tell you, she whispered, after a while. She raised her seat and sat upright beside me. Another surprise? I answered. Well, I guess it might be called that. You remember I told you I had a birth-control implant? It was right here on my left arm. She held her arm over toward me and I glanced at it. There was a small wound on the inside of her arm, just beginning to heal. What do you mean was? I removed it last Sunday, after we came back from your magic valley. Yourself? David, Im a nurse, remember? I was an operating-room nurse before I came here. I can do it as well as any doctor. I couldnt decide whether to be elated, knowing there was a chance I could impregnate her, or scared and worried, knowing there was a chance Id leave her pregnant and perhaps never know our child. Does that mean you could get pregnant during the next few days? Well, it depends on how quickly the estrogen and progestin from the implant are cleared from my body and how good your sperm are at swimming. Theyre Olympic champions. Why does it matter? The hormones in the implant work by keeping a womans ovaries from releasing eggs and they thicken her cervical mucus. If your little sperm cant swim through my cervix and find my egg, theyll have lived their little lives in vain. Poor little sperm. I feel so sorry for them, all eighteen million of them.. I looked over at her and saw her grinning at me. Why did you have one in the first place? I asked. Because they always give the women trainees an implant before they go out. They give us one when we come in to see how we tolerate it. Its supposed to be effective for three months. Well, why did you remove it? She had a serious look on her face. Because I wanted to, damn it! So you could get pregnant? No, David, she said. My body cant adjust in just a few days. I just wanted to remove it; thats all. Theres not much chance Ill get pregnant, that is, unless you fuck me too much. I looked over at her and saw her grinning at me again. I knew she was teasing me. I dont think I could ever fuck, I mean, make love to you enough, Anna, I said. But I dont want to go off and leave you pregnant. I want children with you but just not right now. Well, dont worry about it. Theres not much chance Ill get pregnant. But if I do, Im going to have the baby and keep it. If you want to see your child, youll have to come back to me. I thought about what all of this meant. Maybe she wanted me to know there was a chance, however remote, she could be pregnant when I left. Maybe she thought that would give me another reason for coming back to her. Well, if its a boy, just remember were going to name him Michael. I said, still wondering about the ways of a woman. Now, could I tell you something?" "Sure. What is it?" "Anna, when we make love, I know I'll be satisfied. When a man gets started, he can't stop 'til he has an orgasm. I don't know how you will be when we do it but I want you to be satisfied too. You're going to have to talk to me, tell me what you want, so it's just as good for you as it is for me. Can you do that?" "Yes, David, I'll tell you what I want. You do the same thing. Let's both try to be open and honest with each other. After a while, you'll probably want to tell me to shut up." "Never. I love you and I like talking to you. I feel like I can talk to you about anything. I just hope you feel the same way." "I do, David. For the first time in my life, I feel that way." She reclined her seat, pulled her shorts up, and put her bare feet on the dashboard again. I gave her long beautiful legs another glance and I couldn't help but smile at her display. "I wonder what the major is going to say when he sees footprints on the dashboard," I said. "He'll probably wonder how we managed to do it in the car," she giggled. Once we stopped at a scenic overlook to take in the beauty of the desert and the hills and mountains. She stood in front of me, holding my hands just under her breasts, her derriere pressed back against me. I was thinking about what I was going to be doing with her later that night. Evidently she was thinking of something else. David, what will you do if you get sick while youre over there, she asked. Your Farsi is very good but you might not fool anybody who takes a really close look at you. Have you thought about that? Im not going to get sick, I answered. I moved my hands up just a little and she put her hands over mine and pressed them against her breasts. How do you know you wont? Everybody gets sick once in a while. Since the fundamentalists took over and so many of the doctors have fled, there are all sorts of problems with food and water and disease in that region. That new type of swine flu is going around again. Its widespread over there. What if you get it? I told you Im not going to get sick, Anna, I insisted. Ive never been sick a day in my life. Maybe Ive just got a good immune system. She turned around so that her stomach was against mine, put her arms around my waist, and looked up at me, frowning. I wondered what she was thinking. David, do you mean youve never even had the common cold? I assume youve been immunized against measles and mumps and diseases like that. Theres no immunization against the common cold. Anna, when I was admitted to the Academy, I had to give a history of my health. They couldnt believe me when I said Id never been sick. Its unusual but its not rare to find individuals whove never caught anything. Im just lucky. And Ive been immunized against all sorts of things I might catch over there. You will be too before you go. She was quiet for a minute and I wondered what she was thinking. David, you frighten me sometimes. Ive seen what you can do with a rattlesnake when youre cool. You told me you were cool when you killed seven jihadists in less than a minute. Now you tell me youve never had the slightest illness. What are you? Some sort of superman? Thats what some of the other trainees say about you. Anna, forget that crap, I answered, as earnestly as I could. Ive been injured. I broke my arm when I was a kid, a bad break. It hurt like hell. When I was shot in the leg, it took two weeks before it felt OK again. Im just lucky when it comes to diseases. Well, I just hope our children inherit your immune system. I hope so too but please dont be frightened of me. I swear Ill never hurt you. Ill do anything to keep anybody from hurting you. She reached her hands down between our bodies and cupped them between my legs. "Do you really think well have children together? Yeah! I answered, as enthusiastically as I could. Now come on. Lets hit the road again. Next stop, Flagstaff! She goosed me in my ribs on both sides and ran for the car. I ran right behind her, trying not to catch her, just looking at her derriere in motion. <><><> When we checked in at the Ponderosa Inn, the staff had evidently been well briefed on how to treat us. The clerk at the front desk welcomed us as Mr. and Mrs. Blunderbuss, as though he knew who we were, and didnt even comment on our last name. I had told the woman manager to watch for a man who was six and a half feet tall and a woman who was six feet. When I made the reservations, I asked the manager to make our rooms for the four-day stay a little nicer than usual. I made a few suggestions and then gave her carte blanche to do whatever she wanted. She must have been accustomed to such requests. The two-room suite was everything I could have wanted. Our rooms had fresh flowers in both rooms, boxes of chocolates, a stack of fluffy towels beside the bed topped by a bottle of massage oil, some lubricants for sex which I hoped we wouldn't need, a large mirror behind the headboard of the bed that was tilted enough to reflect whatever was happening in the bed, two large white robes, a mini-refrigerator well-stocked with snacks and drinks, and, the thing I liked most, a Jacuzzi easily big enough for two, with candles around the tub just waiting to be lit. Anna wanted to dress in the bedroom and didn't want me around while she was changing. She made me take my clothes into the other room and then shut the door. I didn't understand why I couldn't enjoy watching her change clothes but I had already learned not to question the ways of a woman, especially not one like Anna. While I dressed in my uniform, I tried to will my penis not to think about what it was going to be doing later that night. I barely succeeded. It wanted to be stuffed up Anna, not stuffed down in my pants. Id chosen a long-sleeved dress shirt for the evening and a bow tie. Id never worn one so I stood there looking in the mirror at it trying to decide if I had it on right. I was glad I didnt have to wear any headgear; Id always hated the cock-eyed beret. I shook out my uniform coat, put in on, and brushed a few specks of lint away. I still had my medals on my coat and I wondered if anybody would even know what they were. I had promised the Major I would wear them. I finally decided I looked OK even if I did feel out of place in a dress uniform. The door to the bedroom was still shut so I sat down on the loveseat and reviewed my plans for the evening and night and the next four days. I waited patiently and finally looked at my watch. The time was just six-thirty. Napoleon's was just a few miles away. I decided I'd leave her alone for another ten minutes and then I'd knock on the door. I didn't have to wait that long. When she opened the door, I stood up. She walked into the room, stopped a few feet from me, and slowly turned around. "Is this OK, David?" she asked. I looked down at her feet - she had on copper-colored high heels; up her legs - she had on brown pants; and up to her shoulders and chest - she had a white something or other on her arms and shoulders which was almost transparent with what looked like a green vest underneath. The green thing was open all the way down between her breasts. Around her neck was a gold chain with a dangling gold something that hung down just below her breasts. I finally looked at her face. Her hair was carelessly parted in the middle, framing her beautiful face with waves and curls. I saw she had something on her earlobes that was a shorter version of the dangler between her breasts. I couldn't see any make-up on her face, maybe a little gloss on her red lips. She was an unbelievably beautiful woman. I loved her and wanted her. "I asked you if this is OK, David?" she asked again, grinning at me. "I brought a dress too and I'll change if you want me to." I still didn't know what to say. She shrugged the white thing off her shoulders and it slid part way down her arms. Her shoulders and arms were bare and she was even more beautiful. "Yeah, I like that white thing," I finally managed to say. "It looks good on you." She grinned even wider. "You don't know much about women's clothes, do you, David?" "I don't know anything," I admitted and then hastened to add, "But I like what you're wearing." "Well, the white thing is called a wrap. It's to keep the goose bumps off my shoulders if I get under an air-conditioning vent. Under that, I have a green halter that's got enough cleavage to give you something to look at. I have on brown pants, silk and cotton, that are almost wrinkle proof. You can't see any panty lines because I've got on a thong. On my feet, I have high-heel copper pumps." "I didn't look at your derierre. What's the gold thingy between your breasts?" "Oh, is that where you're looking? It's just a bangle, David. That's all. It's meant to draw attention to something I want to accentuate." "Well, it works," I admitted. At Napoleon's, the maitre d escorted us through the restaurant to the patio at the rear. The two times Id been at Napoleons in the past, the mountains to the west had blocked the late afternoon sun. Tonight, our table was already in the shade. When I made our reservations, I had requested a table that was away from the small orchestra that played every Friday night. Ours was on the outer perimeter of the patio seating area. I was pleased that, so far, all my plans had worked out. I suppose Anna was confused when the waiter began to serve us without giving us a menu. I explained that I had planned our dinner with Jean-Claude. I had told him about eating the cooking of my grandmr LHritier in Toulouse. He had said he would try his best to give us a meal that was just as good. He succeeded and gave us a meal that was probably the best I'd ever had. Maybe it was the company. We sat there and watched the Arizona sky slowly fade from light blue through darker blue to almost purple, listening to the four Mexican musicians. As the night wore on, the music changed into slower tunes and a few couples ventured out on the patio to dance. I wanted to dance with Anna but I didnt want everybody looking at us. Finally, I decided that, this magic night, it didnt matter who watched us. I stood up and held out my hand to her. She smiled at me and we began to dance. Im not very good at this, I said. If I step on your toes, will you forgive me? Im not very good at it either, David, she answered, but together well be wonderful. And we were. We seemed to melt into each other and move as one and I wasnt conscious of leading her. At first, there were a few inches between our bodies but, as one tune slowly changed into another, we moved closer and closer to each other. I felt her breasts against my chest, her thighs against mine, and her hair against my cheek. And I began to get an erection. Anna, my mother made me take dancing lessons when I was thirteen, I whispered. Then, at home, she made me practice with her. I resisted but tonight Im glad she did. Im glad too, David, she whispered back. Youre a very good dancer. I had a problem with some of the young girls at the dance lessons and I tried to talk my mother into letting me stop. She just made me dance with her until the problem arose with her. She bought me something and just made me keep on taking lessons. What was the problem? she asked. I kept getting erections. She slid her hand between our bodies and over the hard bulge down the leg of my pants. I stopped dancing for a second until she put her hand back on my waist. Like the one youre getting now, she said, giggling. Yeah, I whispered. What did she buy you? A jock strap, I answered. I wish I had one now. I dont, she whispered. I like it. It makes dancing more fun. We danced for a few more minutes and gradually came to a stop. "Are you ready?" I asked. I didn't think it was necessary to ask what she was ready for. "Yes," she whispered. On the ride back to our hotel, she teased me again. "You were very handsome in your dress uniform, David," she said. "I was proud to be with you. I think every woman at Napoleon's was watching you, especially when we were dancing." "Well, I saw quite a few men watching us and I don't think they were looking at me. I may not know much about women's clothes but I know a beautiful woman when I see one. I was proud of you too. Im so glad you're mine. You're so beautiful, Anna." "I'm not yours yet, David," she said. "There's something we've got to do first." I looked over at her and smiled. "What have we got to do? I don't know." "Maybe you can figure it out." As soon as we were back in our hotel room, without a word being said, we started undressing. She kicked off her high heels and removed her necklace and earrings. I followed her example by toe-heeling my dress shoes off unlaced. I held her hand for support while I stood on first one leg and the other and pulled my socks off. She stood behind me, helped me out of my coat, folded it neatly, and laid it over the back of a chair. I helped her remove her wrap, no big deal, and laid it over my coat. She took off my bow tie, then my shirt, and laid them on the chair. I fumbled my way through removing her halter and her blouse and then forgot what I was supposed to do with them, struck by how beautiful her breasts were in her light blue bra. She pulled my undershirt over my head and I stood there unmoving, bare-chested, looking at her breasts. I was breathing heavier than normal and my heart rate was faster. I couldnt tell if she was reacting the same way. She tugged on the hair in the center of my chest and shook her head. She took her halter and blouse out of my hand, laid them over our other clothes, smiled at me until I saw her dimples again, and then undid my belt. I sucked in my stomach and she unzipped my pants, pushed them down my thighs, and I pulled one leg out and then the other and kicked my pants off. She started to pick them up and I caught her wrist and pulled her back in front of me. I saw that her pants zipped on the side, so I unzipped them and pushed them down. She kicked them to one side. I stood for a moment, just looking at her light blue panties and brassiere until she turned around and showed me that she did have on a thong. Her woman's ass was beautiful and, if she ever asked me, not too big. She turned around again, did some sort of magic with her hands in back of her, and held out her brassiere to me. I looked at her uncovered breasts long enough to see that her nipples were already erect. Then I threw her bra in the corner of the room and we both were down to one piece of underwear. She caught her thong on both sides, slowly peeled it down her hips, and stopped when her pubic hair began to show. I pushed my under shorts down just as far, until the shaft of my penis was barely showing, and then stopped. We stood there, grinning at each other, looking up and down, mostly down. She held the back of her hand to her mouth, pretended to yawn, and then said "I'm sleepy. Are your ready to go to bed?" I decided I'd had enough teasing. I tugged my shorts the rest of the way down, tossed them somewhere, dropped down on one knee, and stripped her of her last little bit of blue. My penis had been engorged but bent down in my undershorts and, now released, it was erect and pointing upward when I stood up again. I wrapped my arms around her with my hands on her big woman's ass, pressed my hard-on against her stomach, and lowered my head to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around me, cupped them under my ass cheeks, tilted her head up, and met me half way. We stood there in the middle of the bedroom, lost in each other and trying to get closer together. My penis was pressed to one side until she bent it down, spread her legs, and released it between them. It was uncomfortably bent down until I stooped slightly. I slid both hands over her ass and used my fingers to press the shaft against her vulva. We stood there, naked, straining to get closer, mouths open to each other, and drowning in desire. I was about to take her to the bed and ravish her until I remembered what the Major had told me and what I wanted to do first. I picked her up under her arms, lifted her up until my arms were straight up, and her belly button was in front of my face. She squealed; that's the only way to describe the sound. I kissed her stomach, lowered her a little, sucked on first one nipple and then the other, lowered her until her face was in front of mine, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and then, still holding her feet off the floor, walked over to the foot of the bed. I let her down and pushed her back on the bed with her calves hanging off. She knew what I wanted. She spread her legs, looking at me, all serious now, not smiling, and I knew she wanted the same thing I did. I walked around the bed, picked up two pillows, put one under her head and put the other on the floor so I could kneel on it. Finally, I got down on my knees between her legs and looked at her pussy. I couldnt help but smile. What have you done? I asked her. Nothing much, she answered. I just thought you might like to see what you're getting into. The last time I had seen her naked, she had a dark patch that slightly obscured the lips to her pussy and crept out on her thighs. Now her thighs were smooth and hairless, the hair above her vulva was short and neat, and her rounded outer lips were just as smooth as her legs. I could clearly see her inner lips and they were already glistening, just barely closed at the top and open further back so I could see the dark red inside. "I like your cunt," I said. It's beautiful." "My what?" she asked. "Your cunt," I answered. "Vulvas too scientific. Pussy's just too ordinary. Tonight, it's your cunt. It's perfect. It's beautiful. It makes me want to fuck the hell out of you. It makes me want to bury my face in it. It's a cunt. Damn, it's a perfect beautiful edible fuckable cunt!" She laughed. "Well, I don't care if you call it my cunt, just as long as you like it. I was about to go down on her when I remembered what I had said I was going to do. I lifted one of her legs, slowly kissed and licked my way from her foot up to the inside of her thigh, and then did the same on the other leg. I didn't get in a hurry. I kissed my way up one leg, on over her stomach, to her breasts where I lingered for a while, and all the way to her throat. I stuck my nose in that dark hair of hers, just even with her ear and smelled some faint exotic fragrance. Then I started back down all the way to the other foot, again bypassing her center, sucked on one big toe, then the other, and then started back up. I licked and kissed her on the inside of both thighs and on the crease between her thighs and her mons, all around the one place where I wanted to lick her. I waited to see if she would give me some signal that she wanted me to lick her there. Very shortly, she put her fingers on each side of my face and, with the gentlest of pressure, guided my head where she wanted me to be. I took a deep breath, inhaling the indescribable smell of an aroused woman, then used my thumbs to pull apart the little lips, licked her slowly and gently, and lifted my head to look at her face. She was lying there with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her lips. I closed my eyes and lowered my mouth to her cunt, that's the word, cunt, cunt, a good four-letter word for the place where I wanted my mouth. I licked her slowly and gently for a while, my eyes closed, delighting in the taste and smell of her cunt. But then I began to be uncomfortable with my neck bent upward in an effort to reach her. I straightened up for a moment, grabbed a pillow, and told her to lift her hips. She smiled at me, lifted her butt, and I stuffed the pillow under her. When I resumed my position between her legs, I found it much easier to get my mouth to her cunt. I looked up at her face. She was watching me. I winked at her and started licking again. Again, I was slow and gentle but persistent, even when she started moaning, even when she put her fingertips on each side of my head and kept me in place. She began to moan louder and to buck her pelvis at my face and I just kept licking upward between her little lips to where they met at her clitoris. I wanted to see if I could bring her to orgasm using nothing but my tongue. Eventually - I had no idea how long - I succeeded. She went wild, put her hands on the back of my head and tried to pull my head into her cunt. I rose up, looked first at her face, and then looked down between her legs. Her cunt was wide open, pink and red and coral and wet and glistening. I knelt there, looking at it, the way it moved like some creature on its own that was ready to suck my penis into its depths. I slowly stoked my penis and tried to will myself to be patient and to do just what Id planned. "Do you see something you like," Anna asked, and I looked up at her face. She was still breathing heavily, just as I was. I stood up, put my hands behind my back, pushed my hips forward, and asked her, "Do you see something you like?" She just grinned at me. "Are you ready for your turn?" "Uh uh," I answered. "I'm not finished yet." I grabbed both her ankles, lifted and spread her legs, got down on my knees, and buried my face in her cunt again. Since talking to the major, I had decided what I wanted to do to insure that Anna was ready for me. I tried to remain coherent and watch her signals. When she started squirming and gently bucking her cunt against my face, I hoped that meant she was on the edge of another orgasm. So I stopped my efforts, closed my eyes, took a couple of deep breaths, and tried to keep control of my beast. When I stood up, this time, I knew I was about to lose control. I had to let the beast loose. I had to have her and I couldn't keep denying myself. I stood there, one hand on my penis, looking at her cunt again. "Cunt, that's what it is!" I whispered. "Yes, David, it's cunt and cunt wants you," she whispered back. "Anna, I can't let you go for a ride yet," I started. "I've got..." "Hush, David, come here," she said before I could finish. "I understand. I want you to let the beast loose. Come fuck me so I can let my beast loose too." She scooted back on the bed, put the pillow back under her head, spread her legs, knees akimbo, and arms extended toward me. I crawled up on the bed, on top of her, and lowered myself down toward her. I wrapped my hand around my penis, intending to guide it into her, but she pushed my hand out of the way, held my penis in both her hands, and guided it to the entrance to her cunt. I pushed into her depths in one long slow exquisitely-pleasurable series of pushing, withdrawing a little, pushing again, withdrawing, and pushing until I felt my pelvic bones against hers and my testicles against her ass cheeks. Her cunt was slick and hot on my penis and the feeling was so intense that I wanted to leave it there forever. I willed myself to remain motionless, still in control for a few seconds longer. While I was sliding my penis into her cunt, I was at the same time sliding my arms under her back with my hands curled around her shoulders. I wanted to hold her in place for the fucking I intended to give her. I didn't try to hold myself suspended above her; I let my full weight down on her stomach and breasts. I rested there for a moment with my head beside hers, my cheek against hers, my face in her hair and in the pillow. Anna wrapped her arms around my chest with one hand behind my head. She wrapped those long beautiful smooth legs around my waist and hips, with her ankles locked and one heel pressing down against my ass. She squirmed from side to side, and then moved her pelvis up and down, maybe trying to see if she could get my penis deeper in her cunt. Then she too was still and we just lay there, joined together. "Anna, I feel like I'm home," I whispered in her ear. "I'm where I want to be and I'm never going to leave you. From now on, you're mine." "You're mine too, David," she whispered back. "Youre mine for the rest of your life. Now let your beast loose." I started slowly, determined to remain conscious of my flesh inside hers but I soon lost all restraint and began to fuck her harder. She fucked back at me, hunching her pelvis upward as mine was coming downward. Our collision was loud and almost painful but I couldnt stop ramming my penis into her cunt as hard as I could. I grunted loudly every time I shoved it in and she echoed me a fraction of a second later. All too soon, I started coming and I poured all my wanting and hunger and needing into her in an agonizing series of spurts. Just as I felt the last of my orgasm, she started whimpering and squirming underneath me and I felt a series of contractions around the shaft of my penis. I grinned because I knew shed come again. I collapsed on top of her and then realized I was putting all my weight on her. I started to lift up on my elbows but she put both arms around my chest, wrapped her long legs around mine, and held me close to her. I buried my face in her hair with my cheek against hers, closed my eyes, and relaxed completely. Gradually my heart stopped pounding, my breathing slowed down to normal, and I was completely at peace. I kissed her behind her ear but that was all the energy I could muster. Neither of us said anything or moved for a while. Finally I lifted my head and looked down at her face. Her eyes were open too. I couldnt think of anything to say. Our coupling had been too perfect, too satisfying, too fulfilling. Maybe she felt the same way. I gave her a quick kiss on her lips, then pulled back, and grinned at her. I love you, Davood, she whispered, using the version of David that my grandmother called me. Thats the first time Ive ever come with a dick inside me. Were going to be good together. I love you too, Anna, I whispered back. I want a lifetime of doing this with you. Did you come, Davood? she whispered, and grinned back at me. Yeah, couldnt you tell? I whispered back. Well, why is your dick still hard? It wasnt really hard, not as hard as it had been when I started, but it was a long way from shrinking back down to its normal size. Its not. I mean, its not stiff hard. I mean, oh merde, I dont know what I mean. Do you want me to take it out? Give me a few minutes and I can do it some more. Is that what you want? She smiled at my confusion. I felt like a little boy, unsure of myself. No, David, I dont want anything else. Now I know what its like to be fucked completely out of my mind. I want you to leave your dick just where it is. Its my dick now, anyway. It belongs to me. I just need a few minutes for my brains to come back in my head. Can I take it back and then give it to you again? I still want you. You can give it to me as long as you can get it up, she answered. Lets just rest for a few minutes and then I want to go for a ride. I put my cheek against hers and my face in her hair, shut my eyes, and just lay there on top of her, content and happy and at peace with the world. The word afterglow surfaced in my mind and I smiled because now I knew what it meant. David, can you reach one of those towels beside the bed? she asked after a few minutes. Why? So nobody has to sleep on a wet spot. Oh, was all I said. I hadnt thought about the mess we might make. Leave it doubled, she said. Spread it out beside us. Do you think we can roll over together so Im on top of you? Are you ready for your ride? In a few minutes. Youre a little heavy and I just want to be on top of you for a while. I immediately pushed myself up on my elbows and looked down at her. Im sorry. I didnt mean to squash you. It was just so good to be close to you. I know. Now do the towel like I asked you. Then I want you to hang on to me when we roll over. Dont let your dick come out. OK? I pulled one of the towels off the stack beside the bed and tried to arrange it like she wanted, all without letting my penis come out of her. She saw I was having trouble getting the towel spread, so she helped me. Between the two of us, we managed to arrange the doubled towel beside us. I waited until she had wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me and I knew she was ready. Somehow, I managed to roll over with her clinging to me until I was on my back and she was on top of me. My penis was still inside her vagina when we stopped moving. She squirmed from side to side and pressed herself down on me and then snuggled her face in the juncture of my throat and shoulder. I raised my knees to tilt my pelvis to get more of my penis into her and at the same time put my hands on her ass cheeks. With my fingertips, I could feel the shaft of my penis where it was encircled by the lips of her pussy. She didnt seem in a hurry to move so I didnt either. I just lay there with my eyes closed, holding her and smiling to myself, happy to be joined to her. Without losing our connection, she rose up over me, brought her knees up beside my waist, pushed her hips down on me, and gave out a prolonged groan. I could feel something inside her pressing down on the head of my penis and I assumed she had every inch of it in her. I put my hands on her thighs and got ready to be ridden. And ride me, she did. Up and down, back and forth, side to side. I felt my penis get harder and I wondered if she was going to break it off. After a couple of minutes, I felt a hot fluid running down around and over my testicles to the crack of my ass and, I hoped, into the towel. I couldnt believe Id put all that juice in her. I didnt try to help her; I just lay there holding her thighs and let her use me as she pleased. She gradually got more frenzied and I guessed, from the way she was groaning, that she was close to coming again. When it happened, she stopped with all of my penis inside her and with her internal muscles contracting around the base. At least externally, she was frozen and unmoving, eyes closed, and mouth twisted in a strange smile. Internally, her vagina felt like a fist clenching around my penis. Id never felt anything like it. When she finally seemed to be finished and opened her eyes, I caught her by her hips, lifted her up, raised my knees again, and then shoved my penis up into her again and again. Fuck up, she whispered through clenched teeth. I smiled and gave her a good fucking up, without any tenderness or mercy. When I came, I let my legs flop down flat on the bed, shoved her down so my penis was engulfed by her and squirted out in her depths again and again. This time, she wanted a towel put between her legs before she rolled off me. I squirmed to the side, managed to reach the stack of towels, and, at her instructions, managed to put one between her legs and mine. She rolled off and onto her back and immediately grabbed the towel and tucked it tightly between her legs. I looked down at my penis and testicles, saw how wet they were with our combined juices, and used the towel under me to clean up the mess. We lay there for a while, facing each other, our long legs entwined, both of us with a towel between our legs. My towel was covering my penis and I could feel the last little bit of semen oozing out. Hers was covering her vulva and I wondered what was oozing out of her. Twice I had squirted out deep in her and I didnt know if it stayed there or gradually drained out. We talked about everything and nothing, skipping from one topic to another, anything except the fact that I knew I was soon going to be asked to leave her. I didnt want to go but I knew I had to if I was going to live with myself for the rest of my life. I had to accomplish the task I had worked toward for years. David, I want to take a shower. Can you be good while Im gone? Why cant I go with you? I need a shower too. I can be real good in the shower. Because I want to do something without you watching me, she said. Something that women do by themselves. What? She shook her head and looked at me with what I guessed was an exasperated look. Do you want to watch me while I douche? she asked. Somebody has filled my cunt up with semen. If you want to do anything else tonight, I think Id better clean it out. Damn, good clean pussy, I like that, I said. I dont want to watch you; I want to do it. Will you let me? She let me. I kneeled in from of her, holding the little plastic squirter, and finally finding where to insert it and squeeze. I had never thought about a woman needing to do something to flush out a load of sperm. Maybe she thought it would repel me. Instead, it just brought my penis back up to a full erection. We played at bathing each other. I loved the feel of her breasts in my soapy hands. Maybe she loved the feel of my hard-on in her soapy hands. I loved that too. It was even more fun when we were pressed against each other and I was sliding my penis up and down against her soapy stomach. She had put a shower cap over her hair while we bathed. Now, back in the bedroom, she bent over slightly looking for her hair brush in her suitcase. I stood there admiring the rear view until she turned around. Then I admired the front view while she brushed her hair. Together we straightened the bed, threw the damp towels in the bathroom, and looked for but didnt find a wet spot. She crawled in on one side, I crawled in on the other, and we met in the middle. We managed to interlace our arms and legs until we were close to each other, my hard-on against her stomach, her breasts against my chest, and our faces only inches apart. We lay there, not saying anything, just smiling at each other. Do you want to play some more? she asked. Yeah! What do you want to do? Everything! Maybe we didnt do everything but we tried. I coaxed her into a soixante-neuf with her on top. She held my testicles with one hand and my penis with the other and tried to suck the head off. I almost couldnt enjoy it with her trying to suffocate me with her cunt. We both decided we didnt like that arrangement because we couldnt concentrate on what we were feeling. She crawled down between my legs and tried to drive me crazy with her mouth and hands. I just lay there with my eyes closed and loved what she was doing. After a few minutes, I laid down flat on my back and insisted on her straddling my head with her legs spread wide until her pussy settled on my mouth. I liked it better because I could lick upwards over her vaginal lips to her clitoris. From the way she squirmed and tried to smother me again, I think she liked it better too. We took a break and raided the little refrigerator for a bottle of orange juice. We stood there, with her holding my penis and me with my hand cupping her vulva and with my index finger in her vagina, passing the OJ back and forth. She wanted me to fuck her doggy fashion but she threatened to rip my balls off if I hurt her. She buried her head in a pillow and stuck her ass up in the air and I gradually worked my penis into her while she moaned and groaned. I stopped while there was an inch or so between us but she wanted more. She reached back under her and tugged on my testicles until the front of my thighs were against the back of hers and all I could see between us was my pubic hair. I didnt want to hurt her but I didnt want to have my balls ripped off either. Then she made me fuck her slowly and each time my penis slid into her she pressed my balls against her. I could have done that all night. Maybe she got tired of our position. After a while, she flopped down on the bed and turned her butt toward me. I wasnt tired. I spooned up behind her, lifted her leg, and finally managed to get my penis back in her. I held her leg in the air and fucked her slowly and gently while she moaned some more. I decided to try something else. I pulled her right leg back over mine and then pulled her right shoulder so that she was half turned toward me with her arm around my neck. I leaned over her and found her mouth with mine and we played tongue-tag for a while. Then I bent over further and found the hard nipple of her right breast and sucked on that. I slid my hand downward on her stomach and felt where my dick was partially inside her. It was perfect, just what I wanted. I could kiss her, use my mouth on her right breast, use the fingers on my right hand to play with the lips of her pussy where they surrounded my dick, and last, the best, my dick could slide into her just deep enough to stay there if I was careful. I fastened my lips on one hard little nipple, slid a couple of fingers over the little ridge at the top of her pussy, started rubbing in a circular motion, and then started thrusting into her. Everything else in the world went away and I got faster and faster until I began to feel the need for release. Thats so fucking good, Davood, I heard her whisper. I dont suppose an answer was needed but I grunted Uh huh, anyway. Slow down a little, please, she whispered again. Its so good, make it last. I did what she asked. I tried to be as slow and gentle as I could, just sucking, stroking, fucking, all at the same time. It was something new to me and it was too good to last. It must have been just as good for her. After a minute or so, she put her hand on top of mine and pressed my fingers down on her clitoris. I felt her internal muscles squeezing on the shaft of my dick and I held still and let her have her fun. We lay there joined together for a while. I wanted so much to mount her and fuck her to oblivion again but I waited patiently until she gave me a signal that it was my turn. After a while, she pulled away from me, rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and held out her arms in invitation. I want to let the beast loose again, Anna, I whispered. Is that OK with you? Yes, Davood, she whispered. Fuck me out of my mind again. Tell the world to go to hell because David loves Anna and Anna loves David. I rolled on top of her, suspended over her on my hands and knees, and waited for her to do something. She grinned up at me, reached between our bodies, took my hard slick penis in her hand, and guided it into her slick cauldron of a cunt. I collapsed onto her, my chest against her soft breasts, my belly against hers, my pubic bones pressed painfully against hers. I took a couple of deep breaths and began to fuck her in long slow easy strokes. Gradually I lost myself in the fucking of her and time and space and all of the world ceased to exist and I was nothing but a swollen-to-bursting penis moving in and out of her liquid cunt and a pair of aching testicles bouncing off her soft ass and it was all so good and rich and right and wonderful and I all-too-soon knew I was about to come and then I felt one exquisitely-pleasurable pulse of my orgasm and the welcoming squeeze of Annas orgasm and then, in the split second between pulses, I felt myself dissolve, melt, flow into one and unite with Anna and I was no longer I or me but we, us, joined into one, and I knew I loved our two separate halves but it was glory to be reunited and I felt the second pulse as my penis spat out again from my balls and my cervix gasped to swallow my ejaculate into my womb and I knew we were one and I felt our joined love for our two separate halves explode as my penis/cervix convulsed again and then I slid back out of oneness with her and I was David again and my penis spat on her cervix again and again and I felt the contractions of her vagina around my penis as her cervix convulsed to swallow my sperm and I was satisfied to be a separate half because I knew I had been joined in love with Anna and we had been one for a second and I knew without a doubt that we would be joined into one many times in our future lives. We were one, forever and forever, in love. Our hearts desire, joined. We were one. TO BE CONTINUED:

A World of My Choosing An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh Chapter Forty-Six Aimee, this is a meeting of the leadership council, I began. If the others come to the door, would you please tell them to interrupt us only for something important? Yes, David, she said. Thank you. I continued, Aimee, I think there is one other person who should be a member of the leadership council, someone who can make important contributions. Would you hazard a guess as to who it might be? No, David, I do not make guesses. Its you, Aimee. She looked at me seriously and then smiled. Thank you, David. I will be pleased to assist the leadership council in any way I can. No, Aimee, that sounds like your usual role of assisting us. I want you to be a full-fledged member, to think for yourself, and to join with us in solving our problems. Will you do that? Can you do it? David, when you arrived, I gave you absolute control over everything here. I cannot override or remove the control you have. You are the master; I am the servant. My primary purpose now is to help you in any way I can and to provide information to you. I can advance ideas if they serve to make your existence longer, better, or safer. Is that what you mean by thinking for myself? I suppose so, Aimee, I said. Sometimes I dont understand women, you included. We must always retain an air of mystery, David, she said. The six of us currently comprising the leadership council were assembled in the teaching chamber, sitting in the front row before Aimees large monitor. She was dressed in a loincloth as we all were. I had been pondering some of the changes that were coming in our lives and how to manage them. I knew that there would be changes which none of us could predict. Thank you, Aimee, I said. Heres our first challenge. With your assistance, weve learned a little about Iains world and about the technology which theyve developed. It is very much like my old world but perhaps a few hundred years in the future. We now can request that some of the technology from my old world or Iains old world be shared with us. We want to develop a list of what we can use and then prioritize it. We want to start making requests for technology we can use. We want your help. I will do my best, David, she answered with a very serious look on her beautiful face. Would you share with me some of your thinking on this subject? Yes. The day when I adopted James as my son, he asked me if he could have a car. On my world, fathers quite often helped their sons acquire their first car. Of course, he knew I could not give him a car and even if I did, he would have no place to drive it, no roads, no petrol, or no spare parts. We cannot ask for cars or televisions because we do not have the supporting infrastructure to use them. We must ask for the most important things for which we can make good use, things for which we already have or can provide a supporting infrastructure. What do we request? Thats the purpose of this meeting. Then I have a suggestion for all you, David, Aimee said. From knowledge of Iains world and yours, I know that there is a way we could greatly improve our communication skills. That would be of benefit to you. She paused and I suppose she was waiting to be sure we wanted to move in this direction. I nodded. David, I presently have the ability to monitor you and communicate with you only in this immediate vicinity. If you want to communicate with each other away from here, you must yell if you are apart or talk face to face if you are close, just as your very primitive ancestors did. Would you like to be able to communicate with each other and with me instantaneously anywhere on the mountain? I looked around at the others. They were all leaning forward, as surprised and as eager to listen as I was. Yes, Aimee, I said. I think we would all like that and it probably should be a very high priority item. Thousands of years ago, some of our first ancestors learned to grunt saber-tooth tiger and others understood what that meant. They probably lived longer then the ones who couldnt grunt or couldnt understand. David, you and the others are accustomed to very limited usage of the tablets here. They are primarily for your use in reading and studying in the classes I teach. With the change, you may use the tablets anywhere on the mountain to communicate with each other or with me. You will even be able to communicate with each other and with me at the same time. You will be able to have a meeting like this with all of you in separate locations on the mountain. Is this something all of you desire? I looked around and saw everybody nodding. Yes, Aimee, we would. Then I will prepare a requisition for your approval, she said. There will be a substantial amount of equipment and parts needed but it can be sent in a shipment no larger than the ones I have received previously. There will be a few days work involved and most of you will need to help. I can assign tasks and tell you what to do each step of the way. Some of the work must be done under the dome at the top of the mountain. Some of it will be done in the room at the end of the hallway. But the system wont work if we get out of range off the mountain and on the mainland? Right? Jean-Nicole asked. Perhaps they will work farther away, Aimee said. We will know only after we try. If we had the infrastructure such as the network of satellites that your world is beginning to develop or that Iains world has had for hundreds of years, you would be able to communicate anywhere in this world. I had a question. Aimee, your source of power is the array of panels under the dome at the top of the mountain; isnt it? They capture sunlight and turn it into electricity. The electricity is then used to heat or cool our living quarters, to provide water for our use, and to cook our meals. Yes, David. I understand that we will require access to that dome to install the equipment that broadcasts the radio waves for communication all over the mountain. Is that correct? Yes, David. You are correct. The hardest work will be carrying things up to the top of the mountain. I will show you how to gain access to the solar array dome. The electricity presently generated at the top must be stored in something, like the batteries we use all over my old world. Correct? Yes, David. Would better or more solar panels and batteries enable us to generate and store more electricity? My tentative answer is yes, David. I am not sure whether more panels or batteries are needed at the moment. I will research your question. Please research, Aimee, I said. I think we are going to need to generate and store more power when we start receiving and using some of the technology from Iains world. David, you must be thinking of the same thing I am: power tools, Matt said. Our old world presently uses battery-operated power tools like drills and saws. Rene said power tools were used to shape our home out of solid rock and we could have them. She also said we could have power saws to help constructing buildings. Yeah, Ive been researching their tools with Aimee. I feel like Thomas Jefferson trying to understand the technology of our present-day world. We need to separate tools into two categories. One is the power tools from our old world with which were familiar. Two is power tools from Iains world where were going to have a steep learning curve. I think were going to have to ask for category one at the present time. Aimee, can we construct the supporting infrastructure to permit us to use power tools from our old world, Matt asked. Perhaps lots of power tools? Yes, Matt. That will require power tools, batteries, and a way for me to recharge those batteries, Aimee said. Perhaps it would be good if the same batteries charged all power tools. If someone else will prepare a list of power tools desired, I will research how to make a charging station for the batteries. I will also research the power needs of those batteries to determine what changes, if any, might be needed in the solar array. No anti-gravity devices to lift pine trees or big stone blocks? Caitlyn asked. No, Caitlyn, only if you invent them. Aimee said. Such devices presently do not exist in either your old world or in Iains or in any other universe. The laws of physics apply equally in both worlds and in all universes. Well, it looks like we should keep all those hand tools on our list too, I said. Were still going to have to sweat using cants and peaveys and axes and wedges. David, we can use power tools in building the cabin, Matt said. We might be able to get a power saw that works with batteries rather than gasoline to cut down the trees. Ive used something we called a battery-powered sawzall and it would probably work to cut down trees. We would need lots of batteries to replace the exhausted ones. Ive looked at building techniques for cabins already and were probably going to want to join the logs together at the corners with pegs. We can use a power drill or auger to make the holes for the pegs. Ill research that with Aimees help. Anna put her hand on my arm. David, while were building the cabin, do we want to trudge back up here, tired and dirty, to bathe and sleep? I suppose. What do you have in mind? We could request two or three tents to put up down there, she said. Tents usually have aluminum or fiberglass poles for support and they are made out of fabric of some kind. Let me research what we might ask for. What would we need? We might need to sleep twenty people sometimes and wed need tents that would be a shelter from the rain, a place to sleep at night, a place to store tools? OK, run with it. You guys are going to need food down there while youre working, Jean-Nicole said. I can look into how and what we might feed you down there. I can bake bread up here and we can easily carry it down. Instead of lugging oysters back up here, I can take the other ingredients down there and make scalloped oysters. All I need is some way to bake and we could make a primitive oven for that. OK. Good idea. You run with that, I said. David, we have blankets up here but theyre not really for cold weather, Caitlyn said. Could we request sleeping bags for really cold conditions? We wont need them until next fall. OK, another good idea. You research that, I said Well, have we gone far enough for one meeting? I asked. I waited for the others to nod or contribute something else and then I resumed. Weve all got our work cut out for us for the next few days. Lets meet again in about five days and see if we can move closer to what we want. I want Matt to be leader next time. Is that OK with you, Matt? Yes, David, Ill be glad to, he answered. OK. Would you please summarize and prioritize what weve talked about so far? Yeah. The first priority should be communications, he said. Aimee, would you get busy with the requisition for everything we need to improve our communications like you said? Also, start developing the work assignments and tasks we will need to do. Do you all agree with this as number one on our wish list? He looked around and saw that we all were nodding. Our second priority should be an order for tools. With Aimees help, Jean-Nicole and I will research what power tools we might be able to use and the battery system to keep them charged. We will need a large charging station for batteries somewhere here to keep lots of power tools at work. We should only request power tools from our old world until we learn more about power tools from Iains world. Do we agree? We all nodded. Our third priority should be an order for manual tools. With everybodys input, Ill prepare a list of all the manual tools we want like froes and cants. We can save shipping costs by just asking for the metal parts and we can add the handles and shafts here. Is that OK for number three? Again, he looked around for approval. Anna and Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn will research what we need to provide temporary living and eating and sleeping facilities down there. Is the toilet going to be a hole somewhere in the bushes? Bathing in the creek? He looked around and got some resigned nods. Also, Aimee will examine her power system to see if we need to try upgrading it. Aimee, at our next meeting, would you give us a brief report on that topic? Yes, Matt, she answered. Matt looked at me and I knew what to say. Good job, Matt. I couldnt have done better myself except you forgot the paint. He looked at me like Id lost a screw. What paint? The red, yellow, blue and green paints: a gallon of each. How can the Mouseketeers finish the twister circles without the paint order? I want to play naked Twister. Put it in with the communication stuff, please. That will drive them crazy? Yowza, boss, he said and grinned. I managed to keep a straight face. I saw Iain had his hand up. I nodded. David, he said, I think you and I and Matt should research the technology of tools from my old world and specifically those which might be sent to us. The tool that carved out our home should be very useful to us. It may take some time but we could get started. We will regret it if we put a lot of work into using tools from your old world and then find that we could have done the job much easier with tools from my old world. I agree, I said. Well get together when we can and research that with Aimees help. Aimee spoke up again. David, I can suggest tools from Iains world which might be useful and which might be sent. You should concentrate on those. Thank you, Aimee. You run with that and let us know when youve got something. Anything else from anybody? I looked around and everybody seemed to have enough to do. Now, lets adjourn and meet again in five days. Matt will be leader then. I want something for the kitchen, Jean-Nicole whispered and grinned. A mixmaster. Ill be your mixmaster, sweetie, Matt said. Ive got just the beater to do it. Can you make whipped cream for me? she asked, giggled, and ran. He ran after her. <><><> What were our lives like? We lived in a primitive paradise where we had everything we really needed and where hatred and religion and jealousy had no part. We all made a conscious effort to love and care for each other, to build relationships with others based on love, and to cooperate in making our lives better. We were all contented and happy to be in a world of our choosing. We lived in paradise. <><><> After practicing for a couple of weeks, the New World Chorus performed its most difficult piece, Zadok, the Priest or the British Coronation Anthem by George Frideric Handel. First, we assembled in the learning chamber and Aimee showed us a short movie about the coronation of Queen Elizabeth, including huge choruses singing the coronation anthem. Damn, those British know how to stage a spectacle. I wondered if everybody was as moved as I was. Next, we assembled in the hallway at one end, two rows of six with females on the right and males on the left. Iain faced us and provided all the music on his tallum. Again, it was unbelievable that he could produce so many different instruments and at such volume that it completely filled the hallway. Our chorus blasted out God Save the King with the maximum volume of human voices. I thought our twelve voices were damned good, maybe not as good as the British but I was proud to be part of the group. I just wished that James hadnt called me King David after we finished. I have no desire to be crowned king. Im just a man trying to do his best. After that Sam, Rene, and Petra harmonized together on a song by Crosby, Stills, and Nash, from sometime before I was born. It was called Helplessly Hoping and maybe the words were ambiguous but their three little soprano voices were magic anyway. The rest of us were the choral backup. Iain performed the music on his tallum. Anna and I were up next. As always, I felt apprehensive but I was calm when we moved together in front of Iain and the others, held hands, and sang to each other. We had rehearsed a song from West Side Story which said a lot to me and, I hope, to Anna. It was Somewhere. Like Tony and Maria, I sang first and third parts, she sang the second and fourth, and then we finished together. At Iains insistence, I sang the first part a Capella and then he played his violin for the rest. Im finally beginning to believe that I can develop an excellent baritone singing voice. Iain and Anna think so too. I thought my first part said a lot to all of us. Theres a place for us, somewhere a place for us, peace and quiet and open air wait for us somewhere. In addition, at the insistence of everybody else, Iain again played Bachs Toccata and Fugue in D Minor on his tallum and our ears were ringing with the music. He played it first straight and then changed it to a boogie-woogie arrangement. I was amazed as usual at his talent. In conclusion, we all sang our favorite song, You Are My Sunshine, bouncing it off the walls of the hallway. I think everybody tried to outdo the others when we sang that. Iain performed the music on his tallum and sang along with us. <><><> We gathered every few days for dancing in the central hallway, warming up with a march from one end to the other and back. Afterwards we varied our dances from waltzes to slow dances, but always boy and girl couples. Anna and I are getting quite good at waltzing with each other and we usually lead off. The first time I danced with her, in Flagstaff, at Napoleons, I felt I had found my partner for life. Every time I dance with her in our new world, I still feel the same sense of happiness to be with her. Shes accepted as the one in charge of dancing and she always comes up with some scheme requiring us to dance with different partners. She says it looks like Im dancing with a 1930s famous movie star little girl when I dance with Petra. She says I should try dancing with her standing on my feet. <><><> We occasionally greeted the new day or said goodbye to the old one by assembling outdoors for some occasion. We usually stood hugging in twos or threes or fours while we listened to music. The last time the moon was full we listened to Beethovens Sonata al chiaro di luna, as Iain called it. He asked us for the English name and Anna guessed correctly that it as Beethovens Moonlight Sonata. <><><> We were in the third month if the year, winter over, spring not quite ready to bring the world back to life and we had plans for both the old garden and the new one. Our winter had been temperate with lots of cold weather, even a few snow flurries, and we wanted to have our garden completely planted sometime in the fourth month when the sun warmed the ground enough. All the varieties of potatoes and onions in our new garden were already flourishing. We had a few other cool weather vegetables like snow peas, radishes, and bok choi as well as the last of the turnips and rutabagas and collards. We spent a lot of time planning and preparing for the spring planting of everything else. The vegetable plants we had started indoors under Aimees care were thriving and almost ready to be put in the ground. We had more varieties of seeds than we had places to plant them. Our largest plantings were to be varieties we knew would be prolific, like peas and beans and corn and hard squash, which we could store for winter. We planned small experimental plantings of exotic vegetables we were not familiar with, like oriental long beans. Everybody approached the gardening season with enthusiasm and with eagerness to help in any way they could. We had a few blisters on palms occasionally from using hoes and shovels but nobody complained. Matt and I spent more than one hard day digging the soil with mattocks and cutting roots. James and Toby took turns during the day but their muscles just were not developed enough for very hard work. They never complained about what I asked them to do and the others didnt either. <><><> The Mouseketeers, often four boys, sometimes including three girls, went exploring as often as possible. They were always happy to be wandering the woods and marveling at our world. They usually carried tablets and took pictures of all they saw and then let Aimee download them into her database for our home, the mountain. When the girls went, they always seemed to find something decorative for our home. They loved fishing in the lake toward the bottom of the mountain and they provided us with plenty of fish. They also occasionally went down to the seashore and tried spearing fish or shooting fish with arrows with an attached string. They didnt have as much luck that way but the fish were bigger. Jean-Nicole and her sou-chefs varied the preparation of fish but it was always delicious. On one occasion, the four Mouseketeers came home empty handed but full of excitement. They had seen an albino male deer: pink eyes, white fur with a touch of pink, and a full rack of white antlers. I asked if they had tried to kill it and they said they had not, that it was too beautiful to kill. I knew deer usually lose their antlers in late winter or early spring and I asked them to be on the lookout for the shed antlers and to bring them home for all of us to see. We all agreed that the albino was the one deer we would never kill. In Tobys words, he was one lucky fucking buck. <><><> And thats what our lives were like. <><><> In our bedchamber, Anna was sitting on a folded blanket on one of the benches I had made. I was standing behind her, gently lifting and brushing her hair. We had just bathed together; I had bathed her and she had bathed me. We even sat on a bench and shampooed each others hair. Now I was brushing her hair to dry it before we went to bed. The four male Mouseketeers came to me with a proposal this morning, I said. Four? she questioned. Has Brian already joined the Kiddy Krew? I think so. Hes been exploring with them a few times. You know, they wander the woods exploring and at the same time look for anything they think we can eat. Hes just one of them now. It just proves that boys will always be boys no matter what universe theyre from. He is so cute, David, she said. Jean-Nicole and I loved having him lose his virginity with us. Hes already played with Iain and Caitlyn. I think hes going to do Sam next. She says she wants him to have to wait a few days between play dates. Just dont let him take my place, I said. He wont, David, she answered. Would you mind if we invited him to play with us again before he works his way through all the other females? Its a lot of fun to let a young boy find out what that thing between his legs is with you. Not with me, I said, grinning. Ill invite him anytime you wish. Thank you. I promise he will never take your place. Hes a real squirter, I said. After Toby saw geese circling the other day and we went down to the swamp, we built a fire and then striped naked below the waist and waded to pick up eggs. We were all standing around the fire trying to unfreeze from the waist down and we all jacked off again. His dicks big enough to please a woman and he squirted in the fire like we all did, well maybe not like the rest of us. He squirted over the fire and almost hit Matt. Youre all just a bunch of boys, she said. Oh, well, I hope you dont change. What do the Kiddy Krew want to do? They want to have another sex play party and they want to be in charge of the format. Sounds like it would be fun. Aimee, when would all the other girls be able to participate? she asked. Theres a window of opportunity in three days, Anna. That window should be open for about two days. Ill check with the girls tomorrow morning, she said. I think you can assume we will all want to play. Youre going to let them run the show? Yeah. They want to surprise us. I asked if I could trust them to do it and they said they wanted me to trust them to do something we would all enjoy, gals and guys. They said it would emphasize fun, not so much sex or love. I think my hairs dry. Would you like me to do yours? Yeah, that would be nice. You just like it because you can sit there and look at my breasts while I do it. Whats wrong with that? You have beautiful breasts, Anna. Anyway, you could go around behind me to brush it. I dont have a big dick to rub against your back while I do it. Well, youve got those beautiful boobs. Just stay in front so Ill have something to look at while you do it. I hope you still think that when they get all big and heavy and have blue veins all over and my nipples get sore from Michael sucking on them. It could be Michelina. Yes, it could but well get you a Michael sooner or later. What have you been thinking about so hard all day? Nothing. I dont know. Just thinking. David, I know you. I know when youre pondering something, trying to understand something, wanting to do whats right about it. Come on, talk to me. I was thinking about love. Do I have to drag it out of you? Anna, our lives threw us together at a most inopportune time and yet the first time I saw you I felt like I could love you. Maybe like you could love me too. Why? Most inopportune? Youre being eloquent again. Maybe you were just horny when you saw me. Well, yeah, thats always mixed in there, always some driving something that makes me want to find someone to merge with and continue the life force in me. Is that love? Is that all there is to it? David, our love began in our old universe. When you left me for your mission, my love for you didnt die. Then we were transported to a completely different universe and our love was still there. Isnt it just as strong in this universe as it was in our old one? Yeah. I think so. But why do I love Iain? Why do I love James? Why do I love all the others in different ways? I want to care for them and protect them and grow food and kill stuff for them. Why? Dont you think I feel the same all encompassing love for the others too? When we killed the bear and you and Iain were hurt, I felt like I was hurt too. When Toby fell in and we dragged him out and he wasnt breathing, I felt the same despair I always felt when we lost a soldier on the operating table. Then when he caught his breath and reached up and kissed me, it just turned to joy that he was still alive. Is that love? When the deer hurt James, I wanted to stay with him every minute to see that he was OK. Is that love too? Yeah, but sometimes I want to kiss Iain like I kiss you, you know, lost in it and wanting more, but I dont feel that way about James. I know I love him too but its different. Does that bother you, your love for Iain? Is that whats bothering you again? I dont know, Anna. You know how I want to hold you and be held by you sometimes, like theres some life force that flows between us, well, once in a while, I feel that same urge to hold Iain. Is that normal? I dont understand why I feel that way. I feel like I want to hold James and give him something and I dont know what it is. Is that love? David, maybe your love is like the ocean or sea that surrounds this mountain. You dont question why it exists; do you? It just is. It surrounds all of us and we just live within it. Maybe love is the same way. It surrounds us too and we live within it. A sea of love, huh? Yes. Dont you think women instinctively choose men who can love them and give them healthy babies and who can care for them and protect them and their children? Yeah, I suppose so. And dont you think evolution programs into us traits which have a survival value such as your cool response? Yeah. Thats why I think all the women here will want to have at least one baby with you: to see if that cool response can be genetically transmitted. I dont know about that. David, maybe evolution has programed into us a capacity to love and weve just got to know that and let it loose. If you hated Iain, would you care whether a bear got him? Because you love him, you would hurl yourself at the bear; wouldnt you? Yes, I would. Where are you going with this? David, maybe love has as much an evolutionary survival value as your cool response. Maybe its kind of messy and slops over and around everybody in different ways. You dont mind if I love Iain? No, as long as you dont start having babies with him. I want to have your babies. And I want to give them to you. Oh, well, lets go to bed. Im not really horny tonight but I would like to hold you. Thats love too, David. We both turned on our left side, one leg straight, one bent, my right leg over her left, my right arm over her chest, my right hand full of her left breast, my penis nestled in the warm spot between her legs. I buried my face in her hair and smelled her clean womanly scent. Her hair tickled my face but I didnt want to move away. I wanted to be closer to her and I squirmed but I couldnt get any closer. After a while, I tried to tell something that I wasnt really horny tonight but it wouldnt listen. It decided to nudge her, to see if she was interested. She moved her hips back a little. Maybe she was. I moved my hips back and forth a couple of times. She reached down and pushed up just under the head. It slid into something warm and juicy and so damn good. I gently and slowly kept on poking her and she moaned just barely audibly. I would have been content to keep doing it my way but she decided she wanted to do something different. She turned over facing me, pushed me down on my back, and then moved down so that her head was on my belly button. She wrapped her hand around my penis, stroked it a few times, took the head in her mouth, and cupped her hand under my testicles. I liked that too and soon I was the one who was moaning. She wasnt trying to make me come. She was just gently sucking and licking my tianga and playing with my tolos. I lay there for a while with my eyes closed enjoying my wifes way of showing her love for me. After a while, I decided to show my love for her. I pushed her away from me, rolled out of bed, held out my hand to her, and she crawled out too. I pulled the mattress out of the bed alcove, turned it ninety degrees, and tossed the pillows back to the head. She looked at me quizzically. Im tired of not having room for my long legs, especially when Im trying to lie on my stomach with my head between your legs. If I promise to take the mattress out at night and put it back in the morning, is that OK with you? Why would you want to have your head between my legs? she teased. That seems like an awkward way to sleep. Well, if you dont want me to, I wont. Thats OK. You can do it if you really want to. I really wanted to so I did it. I sprawled out on our bed between her legs with my long legs mostly off the mattress and put my head where I wanted it. She was already juicy with her lubrication and I tasted and smelled it when licked the soft halves of her split mound. After a minute or so, I caught her legs behind her knees and bent her almost in half. That levered her hips up so that her pussy was easier to reach. I licked her from way back, her pink pucker, and her split mound, all the way, to where here clitoris was still in hiding. I kept doing it, long licks, bearing down, separating the little wings of her inner lips, opening her bouchi up for my tongue. However, all the time I was slow and gentle. I didnt want her to come with my tongue. I wanted her to come with my tianga buried to my tolos in her. I stopped for a moment to rest and catch my breath. Would you like to get on top, David? she whispered. Yeah, that would be nice, I answered. I crawled over her and her waiting hands showed my penis the way to her vagina. I eased it in with gentle nudges, pushes, and presses. She moaned when I had it all the way in her pussy. She tied me up with her legs around my waist and her ankles locked over my ass, her arms around my chest, and one hand holding my head down so we were cheek to cheek. Yes, it is nice, its more than nice, she whispered in my ear. Anna, did I ever tell you I love you, I whispered in her ear. I really do, you know. I love you. I love you. I love you. I wish you could reach into my heart and feel my love for you. Hush, David. You can move your hips a little if you want to.\ Yeah, that would be nice. Well, arent you going to move them? Not yet. If I start moving my hips, my little head is going to take over and then maybe my beast will demand to be let loose and then it will all be over. I dont want it to be over. As long as I can, I just want to stay holding you, in you, feeling your breasts against me, your arms and legs around me. You left out something. What? Kissing me. Why dont you try that? We always lose ourselves in each other when we do that. We kissed like innocents first, just lips to lips, lips to cheeks, lips to nose, but soon mouth to mouth won out and then tongue to tongue and I began to lose myself in her. I fought to remain in control so I could be aware of my flesh moving in hers. After a while longer, she whispered in my ear again. Could we roll over? We rearranged our arms and legs as we had done so many times and then with practiced ease we rolled over without losing an inch of our connection. She lifted up, put both palms on my chest, and squirmed back and forth. I wondered why because she already had every inch of my penis in her. I put my hands over hers on my chest, closed my eyes, and let her go for a ride. She started as usual just lifting her hips and sliding back down and that was wonderful. After a little while, she added a pelvic twist and I knew that maneuver either put pressure or rubbed her clitoris and she would come soon. She went wild when her orgasm grabbed her and tried to wrench my penis off or maybe pinch it off with her contractions. I gave her a moment to finish and then I lifted her by the hips and fucked up into her as rapidly as I could. Just a few seconds later I felt my orgasm grab me and I shoved her down with every inch in her and the head of my penis against her cervix and poured out my semen and my love into her. <><><> Attention! Could I have your attention, please? I looked at the Mouseketeers table. The four guys, James, Toby, Pyotr, and Brian, were standing. The three girls, Sam, Rene, and Petra were sitting. All of them were grinning. I thought we were going to have a play party after dinner, not after lunch. Its raining this afternoon so we cant do anything outdoors, James said. We want to do something indoors. We want to have a sex play party. Hold your hand up if you want to play. I looked around and saw thirteen hands in the air. There were really twenty or more hands in the air but I only counted one hand on each person. David says we can organize this play party, Brian said. Well, we have. Were going to tell you a little about what we want to do and we hope all of you will enjoy what weve planned. Weve prepared one of the unused bed chambers for us to play, Toby said. Each bed alcove will be the playground for two couples, four people. The first thing weve got to do is to pair up couples to play with each other. The first thing youve got to remember is that you must play first with someone of the opposite sex who is not your usual partner and after that you can play with anybody in your bed alcove. Weve put six olive shells in a gourd. Two are numbered one, two numbered two, and two three. We want the ladies to draw one olive shell out. Pyotr brought the gourd to our table first and held it out for Anna to draw. She reached in and pulled out a shell. He let Caitlyn draw next and Jean-Nicole third. He went back to the Mouseketeers table and let the three girls draw. When the last one had drawn, he turned to face the crowd. OK, who has the ones? James asked. Hold up your hand. Anna and Rene held up their hands. That meant Anna and I were going to play with Toby and Rene. I could play with Rene first while Toby played with Anna. I could live with that. I looked at Anna and saw her grinning and knew she was OK with playing with Toby. Who has the twos? he asked. Caitlyn and Sam. That meant Iain and James were going to play with them, Iain with Sam, James with Caitlyn. They were grinning like they approved of the choice too. Who has the threes? Jean-Nicole and Petra. I wasnt sure that Matt should play with Petra but she had already had sex with Toby as well as Pyotr. She was grinning too so I suppose she was ready for a bigger penis. I knew I had to let them decide what to do. I knew she didnt have to take it in her bouchi unless she wanted it there. Then I remembered that there were seven guys and only six girls. Brian was not yet paired up with anyone. What was he going to do? Maybe youre wondering what Im going to do, Brian said. Im going to be Rover, not Red Rover, just Rover. The paired couples will find the bed alcoves have been numbered one, two, and three. You must get in your alcove and stay there to play. I can rove anywhere I want to. Catcalls and whistles and cheers from the Mouseketeers table. Brian held his hand up for silence. If I choose one of the alcoves, the occupants must let me in and let me do anything I want to. I promise not to fuck you guys, well, maybe not at first, but you girls had better get ready for a monstrous dick. More whistles and cheers and yelling. If I slap one of you guys on the ass and yell, Rover, you have to leave the alcove immediately and I mean immediately, no matter what youre doing. You become Rover and have to go to one of the other two beds alcoves. I couldnt help but echo the others and let out a loud cheer this time. This had interesting possibilities. Remember, Rover has absolute priority in what he does and what girl he does it with. The girls partner must let him take over and he has to stay there unless Rover slaps him on the ass and yells, Rover. Does everybody understand? Once a guy becomes Rover, may he go back to his original partner? Iain asked. He can but he cant slap the old Rover on the ass. He can only slap the other guy, James said. We make the rules; you guys have to follow them, OK? Theres one more thing weve agreed on, Toby said. If anybody wants to leave their alcove to go potty, thats OK. If anybody wants to stand and watch whats happening in another bed, thats OK too. Just no participation, no play, unless youre in your own bed alcove. Understand? He waited for everybody to nod or approve. James added something: And if Rover slaps you on the ass and says Rover youve got to stop whatever youre doing, no matter what it is, and leave that bed alcove, immediately! Will you guys all follow that rule? He waited for all the guys to nod or approve somehow. OK, if you all understand the rules, we need to have a bath first. In the immortal words of our noble leader, Before sex, clean body, dirty mind.. I didnt remember saying that. TO BE CONTINUED:

Love Is Blind A Story of Young Love by Gil Gamesh Chapter Three Is it OK if we play in the pool a few minutes, Mom? one of the Azees asked. Of course. Do you mind if we join you? she answered. I think wed all better cover our butts with something tonight. Our guests may be more comfortable if we do. Alex led Gianna back to her bedroom. Azee led me to theirs. Mr. and Mrs. Andreas went to their bedroom too. The Azees stripped naked in front of me, just so damned nonchalantly, so I did too. One of them bent over, bare butt toward me, balls showing between his spread legs, and rummaged through a drawer, found something, kept one, handed one to the other Azee, rummaged again, handed one to me. I looked at it and it was a Speedo and I wasnt used to wearing one. Both of them stretched theirs up their legs and over their butts, at least part of their butts, and then put one hand down in front and adjusted their packages. In the process, I checked them out. Their equipment looked perfectly normal for sixteen-year old boys. They werent circumcised and I guessed their dicks would be at least average when hard. I stood there looking a little too long. You want some help getting your big dick stuffed in that or can you do it by yourself? one of them asked. I pulled it up my legs and managed to get it over my butt and over my big dick. I even adjusted my paraphernalia the same way they did with my dick bent down over my balls. When we left their room, Gianna and Alex were just coming out of hers. My eyes couldnt believe what they saw. They were both bare breasted. They had on what I supposed were bikini bottoms but their breasts were bare. Wow! Close your mouth, Mikey, Gianna said. If you dont, Alex will put something in it. I closed my mouth but my eyes ran wild. Id seen Giannas breasts many times and Id always told her they were perfect and beautiful when she asked or even when she didnt ask. Id never seen Alexs. Hers were perfect too, maybe a little smaller than Giannas and lighter around the nipples but beautiful. Both pairs of breasts were small with no droop whatsoever. I hoped Alex would put something in my mouth someday. I should have expected it. When we went back in the living room, Mr. and Mrs. Andreas were just coming out of their bedroom. They both had on swim wear that barely covered their butts but they were both bare above. I finally looked up at her face and saw she was smiling. I felt like a damn fool but she had beautiful perfect breasts too, bigger than Alexs or Giannas and maybe a little droopy but perfect. While I was checking out three beautiful females up top, I couldnt help but notice two of them checking our four guys in skin-tight Speedos down below. Then Gianna leaned over, cupped her hand around her mouth and Alexs ear, and whispered to Alex while looking at me. I assumed she was getting the word on how I looked. Margaret and Aiden stopped at the closet and she took out a big armload of towels and piled them in her husbands arms. She turned out the living room light and we all went out through the darkened kitchen to the porch and to the pool. Azee went around to what I assumed was the deep end of the pool and both dived in at the same time. Gianna followed them. Then both parents did it. There was a diving board but nobody used it. Alex held my arm and I led her to the end of the pool. I wasnt surprised when she did a beautiful dive with almost no splash and came up and swam to the shallow end. My world was still a little dizzy but I tried and managed not to disgrace myself. When I surfaced and swam to the other end, Alex somehow found me, wrapped both arms around my neck, and I felt her naked breasts against my chest. I was glad the water was a little cool. After that, bedlam erupted. Horseplay, grab-ass, yanking and pulling and goosing, splashing and squealing and laughing, and Alex was right in the middle of it all. I was too. Gianna got on my back and tried to duck me. Alex tried to pull me under from the front. Azee submerged and then pulled both legs out from under me. Even Mrs. Andreas piled on my back and pushed my head under. Mr. Andreas mostly stood there grinning. I loved every minute of it. Then I felt myself becoming a little weak and bad again and I swam to the shallow end of the pool and sat down on some steps. I was breathing hard and my heart was pounding away and I didnt feel good. Gianna was right behind me. She sat down too and then Alex sat down on the other side of me. How did she know where I was? I sat there breathing deeply and trying to make the world stop spinning. Mr. and Mrs. Andreas pushed through the water to the front of me. I could barely see everybody in the darkness. Are you OK, Michael? Margaret asked. Im still weak, I whispered. I feel bad but I dont think Im going throw up anymore. Im just so damned weak. I sat there with Gianna hanging onto one shoulder and Alex holding my hand in both of hers. Margaret took my other hand in both of hers and squeezed it. I think wed better get out, she said. Azee, would you help Michael if he needs it? I almost needed it but I managed. We dried off outdoors and then went in through the porch and the kitchen and then went our separate ways to change back into something to sleep in. I went with Azee but I really wanted to go with Gianna and Alex. The guys checked me out again and I returned the favor. We slept with an Azee on one end of the row, then Gianna, the other Azee, Alex, and me on the other end. I suppose I was really tired and in need of sleep because I hardly moved until the next morning. I woke up with Alex backed up to me, my arm over her, and a raging piss-hard in my shorts and against her butt. I checked out the Azees and Gianna when I stood up and they were all on their left sides, spooned up to each other, still sleeping. I snuck in the house to the bathroom and pissed about five minutes and then went back in the kitchen. Alex and Gianna were sitting at the table smiling at me and waiting their turn. Then, like girls do, hand in hand, they went to the toilet together. We all just stayed in whatever we slept in until lunch. I felt better and I wanted to help with breakfast. I was assigned the duty of pancake flipper. Their stove had a big griddle in the center so I stood there with the mix in one hand and a spatula in the other and flipped pancakes. Margaret stood beside me and browned a bunch of link sausages. The Azees were ready to eat so I loaded up their plates first. The others helped themselves as soon as I flipped the flapjacks off the griddle. After I flipped the last, I loaded up my plate and went to the table. Alex and Gianna had left me a place between them so I sat down and started eating. I was hungry, damned hungry. My stomach was sore but I wanted food, Food with a capital F. I had just stuffed my mouth full when I noticed that I had a glass of orange juice in front of me and an empty coffee mug. I looked around. Everybody was watching me. Mr. Andreas got the milk jug and poured everybody about half a mug full. Mrs. Andreas, Margaret, I wondered what to call her, filled my mug the rest of the way with coffee. I put a couple of spoonsful of sugar in mine and took a big swig. I looked around at the Andreas family and smiled. I liked their family so I said it. Everybody just grinned at me. After breakfast, Alex and I went in her room to listen to Brave New World. She sat me down in the loveseat and I waited for her to do something. She sat down at her computer and in just a few seconds somebody started reading to us through the four speakers. She came back to the loveseat and sat down beside me and took my hand in hers. We listened for probably an hour and then took a break. When we sat down in the loveseat again, Alex surprised me. She cuddled up to my side and put her feet sort of under her and put my arm around her shoulders and rested her head against me. I took her hand in mine and shut my eyes and relaxed. I felt so good having her next to me, sort of like she was where she wanted to be, and I wanted her to be next to me. I heard a noise and opened my eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Andreas were in the door looking at us. I didnt move and neither did Alex. I was proud of what we were doing. Mr. Andreas spoke up first. Were going to the grocery story. Do you kids know of anything we need? Alex did. Yeah. Some more diet soft drinks. Different kinds. Mrs. Andreas asked a question. Giannas in Azees room playing video games with them. Will she be safe with them? Maybe, I said. Will Azee be safe with her? She just shook her head, smiled, and they left. After lunch, Alex and I listened to the rest of Brave New World and then discussed it and studied for our other classes. I didnt worry about Gianna because she was playing computer games with Azee and their door was open and I could hear what they were doing. Finally everybody got dressed for dinner, knit shirt, shorts, and white socks, the same thing my family wore at home when we were relaxing. Alex and Gianna and I prepared dinner. Gianna and I looked through the refrigerator and pantry and I saw the ingredients for something my family liked. I made Pasta Puttanesca with Italian sausage. Gianna stood on one side of me and Alex on the other. Gianna did the sausage and kept up a running commentary on what I was putting in the pasta sauce. Then the two of them made some garlic bread and a salad. I watched Alex slicing a cucumber and wondered how she could cut it in such nice even slices but she had all her fingers, beautiful long slim girl fingers. When we sat down to dinner, one of the Azees got everybody a big white bib with a Velcro fastener in back and the other got a roll of paper towels and put it in the middle of the table. Mrs. Andreas cut up Alexs Italian sausage without being asked. I wondered if she wanted her pasta cut up too but nobody offered. She used the fingers of her left hand to help manage her food but she twirled her spaghetti as easily as I did. She held out her hand over the table and Azee put the roll of paper towels in it. She licked her fingers at the table but nobody said anything. The pasta dish seemed to be a big hit for everybody. I was a little astounded at how much Azee could eat and it was more than I did and I was hungry. When we all had eaten, Gianna told them how the pasta dish got its name. After dark, we had another swim. Everybody was dressed or undressed the same, just something on their bottoms. Azee and Alex and Gianna and I swam laps while her parents watched. I swam slowly and I suppose the others did too. I wanted to swim with Alex and not get in a race. We slept on the porch again, same order, me on one end next to Alex and then Azee, Gianna, and Azee. I was a little weak and tired and I went to sleep without any trouble. That is, until the middle of the night. I woke up with my penis still hard and a mess in my shorts. Shit! Another wet dream! I eased out from between Alex and Gianna and went in the house and felt my way down to the bathroom. I could feel the hot wet semen on my stomach and I didnt want it to drip out on the floor so I pressed my shorts against my belly. What was I going to do? I wanted some clean dry shorts but I didnt know where they were. Maybe I could wipe the mess out of the ones I had on. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and inspected it. It was wrinkled but OK. I pulled my shorts off and turned them inside out. Shit! A damn mess! I wet a cloth and wiped off around my belly and dick and balls and then pissed to the side of the water so I didnt make any noise. I was wiping the semen off the inside of my shorts when I heard a tap on the door. Gianna: Mikey, are you OK? Me: No! I mean yes. Go away! Alex: Are you sick again, Mikey? Me: No, Im OK. Please go away. Gianna opened the door and both of them were standing there. They both had on just t-shirts as far as I could tell and they both were beautiful angels, rumpled hair and all. I was standing there stark-ass naked with my dick still heavy and distended and with a washcloth in my right hand trying to wipe up all the semen in my shorts. Me: Shit! Alex: Whats wrong, Mikey? Gianna: Hes had a wet dream, Alex. Hes trying to clean up the mess in his shorts. Alex: Ill get him some clean shorts. I know where Azee keeps them. I stood there staring at Gianna, her staring at my dick, wishing I could crawl in the commode and flush it. Alex was back in a few seconds holding out a clean pair of exercise shorts for me. I took them but she still held out her hand. Alex: Give me the others, Mikey. I know guys sometimes have wet dreams. Azee has the same problem. Mom and I are used to wallpaper paste in their shorts. I handed her the semen-soaked shorts, put on the clean ones, and put the t-shirt over my head. I felt so damn pathetic and stupid and I wanted to leave and not have to face anybody. Me: Damn! Damn it all to hell! Alex: What, Mikey? Me: Alex, maybe I should be like most guys and just do as many hookups as I can. I cant. I just cant. I dont want to treat a women like Im just scratching an itch and I dont even remember her name. I find one I like and I come to her house and first I puke over everything and then I come in my damn shorts. I thinkI think women Alex: What about women? Me: Alex, a womans not a commode where a guy jacks off and then walks off and doesnt even flush. I think women are beautiful and wonderful people like Gianna and Mom and you and your mother and no woman should be treated that way. Im stupid and I want to love a woman before I have sex with her. I cant be like most guys. I just cant. Ive even been called a queer and Im not. I just want to be loved just like women want to be loved, before having sex, I mean. And all I can do is come in my shorts. Shit! I was so frustrated and angry and was almost crying. I felt like nothing was going to go right with Alex and I wanted it to. I sniffed a few times and then wiped the tears out of my eyes with my fingers. Then Mr. and Mrs. Andreas walked up to the open door. Me: Oh, shit! Did you hear? Mrs. Andreas: Yes, Michael, everything, but dont talk like that, Michael. Its OK. OK? I couldnt believe it. I didnt want to look at them. I didnt want them to see my face. I turned my head away and looked in the mirror. God damned two-face staring at me. I just couldnt take it anymore. My damn nose was trying to run and I got some toilet paper and blew it. Me: Gianna, could you get our bags? Nothings ever going to go right. Ive screwed up again. I think wed better go home. Mr. Andreas. No, Michael! Youre not going anywhere! Mrs. Andreas pushed her way between Alex and Gianna and hugged me and pulled my head down on her shoulder. Mr. Andreas came in the bathroom, walked around behind me, and started rubbing my shoulders and patting my back. They held me while I tried to swallow and tears flooded my eyes. I choked back my sniffles again and again. Guys dont cry. Not like women. Me: Margaret, why? Why does stuff like this have to happen to me? Im hurting inside and Im tired of being lonely and I want somebody to love me and I want to love her. Im tired of people looking at my face and thinking maybe Ive got leprosy or something bad and hating me and they dont even know me. I met Alex and I thought maybe there was a chance we could love each other and now I dont know. I just want to leave and never come back. Im just tired of screwing up everything. Alex: Please, Mikey, dont feel bad. I dont want you to leave. Mr. Andreas: Michael, you havent screwed up. What I just heard proves what your father told me: that youre one of the finest young men Ill ever meet. If Alex doesnt want you to leave, youve got to stay. I want you to stay. Mrs. Andreas: Yes, Michael, we want you to stay. Please stay with us. We like you. You can cook for me anytime. I finally opened my eyes and looked up. Mrs. Andreas was smiling at me. Alex was too. And Gianna. And Mr. Andreas. Me: Im just tired. Im hurting inside and Im tired of being lonely and I dont know what to do. Mr. Andreas: Lets all go back to bed. We can talk in the morning. Margaret and I want you to stay. OK? I nodded and then I remembered that Alex couldnt see me nod. OK. Mrs. Andreas: Just a minute. Alex, I want you to take Michael in your bedroom and love him a little. Just a little. Not too much. Alex: Is it OK if Gianna goes with us? Just so we dont do too much. Mrs. Andreas smiled and said OK. Mr. Andreas did too. Mrs. Andreas turned me loose and kissed me on the cheek, on my red side. Gianna and Alex took my hands and led me down the hallway to her bedroom. I looked back and saw Mr. Andreas holding his wife. She was crying. He was kissing the top of her head. Alex turned on the overhead light in her room and then dimmed it. How does she know its dim and not off? Did she want me to look at her? I knew she couldnt see me except with her hands and she could do that in the dark. She wanted the three of us to get in her queen-size bed, me in the middle. I had on clean shorts and the XLT t-shirt which came down over my butt in back and my crotch in front. About six inches of my shorts were showing. Alex and Gianna had on big t-shirts too but I couldnt tell whether they had on anything like panties underneath. Surely they had on something. Then Gianna pulled her t-shirt up to crawl unimpeded into the bed and I saw she had on white panties, the kind of plain cotton panties that I knew she liked to sleep in at night. I could see the darker area of her pubic hair in front. I scuttled in next and lay down on my back with my hands together on my stomach. When Alex got in, she did what Gianna did. She pulled her t-shirt up and I saw she had on white panties too but I didnt see any darker area in front. I glanced at her hair and it was light brown or blonde and I knew pubic hair was usually the same color. Maybe she shaved down there. Why? Damn! And how? Gianna turned on her right side, put her head on my shoulder, and put one leg over my left leg. Alex turned on her left side, put her head on my other shoulder, and put her leg over my right one. I shut my eyes and relaxed and told my penis to be good and maybe it heard me. The three of us lay there for a while. Occasionally either Gianna or Alex would move closer to me and snuggle up to me. They put their hands on my stomach and held hands and whispered back and forth. I heard something about taking something off. They sat up at the same time, grabbed my t-shirt, and pulled it over my head and almost ripped my ears off in the process. That wasnt enough. Next they both pulled their t-shirts off and threw them on the floor. They put their hands on my chest, pushed me down on my back, and then cuddled up to me again. I felt Giannas breasts against me on one side and Alexs on the other. Both of them started sliding their hands around on my face and neck and chest and stomach. I held my breath every time one of then touched me below my belly button but they stopped and didnt push their hands down in my shorts where I wanted them. I tried to tell my dick not to get hard but it wouldnt listen. It poked up my shorts and tried to lift up its head to see what was going on but it couldnt see through my shorts. Mikey, I want to see you, Alex said. Is that OK with you? I mean below the belt. I wanted her to but I didnt want her to at the same time. If she got me hot and hard and wanting, I knew I never would get back to sleep, unless I got some relief. Gianna ganged up on me too. Mikey, Im going to help her see you and then shes going jack you off. Is that OK with you? Please, dont do it, I said. I dont want anybody feeling sorry for me. Just leave me alone and lets go back to sleep. Its nice to have both of you close to me. I like it. Thats love enough. I felt Giannas hand on top of my shorts and on my penis. Mikey, youve got a hard-on, she said. Alex wants to see it. Please let her. I couldnt say anything because I didnt know what to say. They took that as acquiescence and reached down and started pulling off my shorts. I lifted my butt and they pulled and I winced because first it was my ears and then it was my dick. When it finally recovered from almost being ripped off, it was hovering at an angle about four inches above my belly and my balls were hanging down between my spread thighs. Then they both put their hands on my penis and testicles and went exploring. Mikeys not circumcised, Alex, Gianna said. When his dick is soft his foreskin almost covers the head and theres a circle of skin where the head is just peeking out. When it gets hard, his foreskin slides back until most of the head is exposed, maybe all. The head is dark red sort of like the left side of his face. Show me, Alex said. I watched as Gianni took Alexs hand in hers, bent three fingers back, and then guided her first finger all around the head of my dick. It jerked a couple of times when she touched it. Heres where the pee comes out. I felt the touch of one finger on the head of my dick. Alexs finger! Oh, damn, it felt good. Heres the frenulum where his foreskin is attached to the back of the head. Its very sensitive. One finger stroking up and down and then another. I started breathing through my mouth. Run your finger around on the head, Gianna whispered. Feel how smooth it is. Im going to see if I can squeeze out something. If you feel something really slippery, thats a kind of lube that comes out when hes excited. It tastes sweet. Gianna wrapped her hand around the shaft, stroked up and down a couple of times and then squeezed and sort of milked me. I felt something ooze out of the head of my dick. Alex felt it too. She rubbed one finger around on the head and spread the stuff and then brought her finger and thumb together a couple of times. I knew she couldnt see the clear string between them. Maybe feel it? Then she put her finger in her mouth. If it could have, my dick would have racheted up another notch. Alex: It is sweet. Gianna: Now run your finger around the groove behind the head. I dont remember what thats called. I lay there and let them do it and my dick went from hard to rigid and then steel hard. Gianna guided Alexs hands around and told her how I had two big columns on each side of my dick and thats where all the blood in my brain went when my dick got hard. She told her about the third column on the underside of my dick and Alex found it and ran her fingers up and down it. Alex pulled the hair around the base of my dick hard enough to make me groan. Then she felt down each side and around my balls and then back almost to my asshole. Gianna: Hes not very hairy, Alex. I like him that way. It runs in our family. Alex: Is it pretty, his penis, I mean? I think it is. Gianna: I think it is too. Ive only seen a few and his is nice and straight. If he gets it in you, hell make you groan. Alex: Has he made you groan? Gianna: No. He really is a virgin. We both are. He wont lie to you, Alex, no matter how much he wants to get in your panties. Alex, giggling: I know. He said he didnt think they would fit him. Gianna, giggling and then serious: Hes a good guy, Alex. Hes always kind and nice to me even when Im teasing him too much. When you get to know him, I think youll love him. While they were talking, they both had their hands cupping under my balls, feeling them, moving them around, and playing with them. Gianna: His balls must produce semen by the gallon. I jacked him off once and he probably squirted out a cupful on his chest and stomach. Alex: I want to do it. Gianna: Do you have any baby oil? Alex: No but I have some sesame oil that I like to use on my legs when I shave. Its in the bathroom. Will that do? Me, silently: Damn, she shaves her legs. How far up? Gianna left and was back in seconds. She put a little oil on the head of my dick and on the shaft and then put Alexs hand on it. Gianna: He showed me how to do it once. Just wrap your hand around it and move it up and down. You dont have to touch the head. Alex, giggling: I cant wrap my hand around it. Gianna, giggling: Yeah, it is kind of big. Me, breathing hard while Alex stroked my dick. Gianna, about a minute later: His balls have drawn up on each side of his dick. That means hes close to coming. Alex, after feeling my balls. Theyre neat, not like balls, more like eggs, big eggs. Gianna: Since he just had a wet dream in his shorts, it might take a while. It didnt take a while. Only a few seconds after Alex resumed, I squirted out another mess on my belly. When my breathing slowed down again, I finally had something to say: Me: Thank you Alex. Thank you, Gianna. Now youve both got to let me do you. I need to learn too. Alex and Gianna: More giggling. Gianna went for a washcloth and towel. They cooperated in cleaning up the mess they had made. After that, I put my shorts and t-shirt back on. They put their t-shirts back on too. I wanted them to take off their panties instead. We didnt go back outside with Azee. We stayed in Alexs bed. Gianna pushed me so I was spooned up to Alex and then she spooned up to my butt. Gianna put her arm over my chest and I put mine over Alexs. She caught my hand with hers and held it close and I could just feel the side of her breast. We whispered. At least they whispered. I got a word in edge-wise once in a while. Everything slowed down and we were quiet. Thats the way Mrs. Andreas found us the next morning. I was pretending to be still asleep. I was still sandwiched between Gianna and Alex, my arm over Alexs shoulder, Giannas arm over mine. Mrs. Andreas walked in quietly, picked the washcloth and towel up off the floor, and looked at us for a moment. She held the washcloth to her nose and sniffed. I saw a slight smile creep up on her mouth. Wake up, sleepy heads, she said. Breakfast is ready. Later that morning, I was subjected to the inquisition twice: first Azee and then Mr. Andreas. After breakfast, everybody else seemed to have something to do. Azee was in their room. Alex and Gianna went to her room. Mr. Andreas went to the grocery store. Mrs. Andreas, Margaret, started doing some laundry. I went out in the back yard to the pool, took off my t-shirt top, lay down in a lounge chair, pulled the legs of my exercise shorts up as high as I could, and pulled the waist down until my pubic hair showed. I wanted to soak in the sun and relax. I put the t-shirt over my eyes and just lay there enjoying it. A few minutes later, Azee came out and pulled two lounge chairs up on each side of mine. They stripped naked and lay there for a while. I wanted to do what they did and finally I got up the courage. I pulled my exercise shorts off, covered my eyes again, and lay there naked, letting it all hang out. Whazzup, Mikey? Azee asked. Nothing, I answered truthfully. Im just enjoying the sun. Yeah, it is nice, the other Azee said. Are you interested in Alex, Mikey? A direct question. I decided to answer as best I could. Your sister is beautiful. Shes a woman. Im a man, I said. Is that enough of an answer? No, the other Azee said. Shes also blind and we love her and we dont want anybody to hurt her. If you hurt her, well make you regret it. Im not that kind of guy, Azee, I answered. Has your mother and father talked to my parents? Did they tell you what my parents said about me? Yeah, but its hard to believe youre as good a guy as they said. Do you want to get in her panties? I dont think theyll fit. I listened to both of them laugh. Maybe Alex hadnt told them. Seriously guys, Im going to tell you stuff about me that does not need to be repeated. OK? Sure, they both said. You can trust us, the one on my left said. Look, guys, Im nineteen years old and Im still a virgin. Ive got two strikes against me when it comes to women. Most of them cant get past my face. The rest, well Im old fashioned. I dont do hookups. My standards are too high for that sort of shit. I want a woman to love me before I have sex with her. I want to love her too. I just think love should come before sex. Damn, what do you do? You know, for relief. I let Molly take care of it. Molly? I made a circle with my thumb and fingers and moved it up and down. Shit, youve named it. But why Molly? I told Alex about Molly. Mollys a better name than Bruce. You want a guy doing yours? They laughed again. Im going to name mine. Me, too. Listen guys, dont be in a hurry to name it. Its like a kid. Stuck with that name for life. What do you think, Zorba? Should we let him try to seduce our sister? Im not Zorba. You are. Im Anthony. You sure? I think so. I took the t-shirt off my eyes and looked at them. I wondered how many times they had played that scene. Listen guys, youre not as identical as you think you are. Ill bet I can tell you apart. Ill bet you cant. OK. Both of you stand up in front of me and tell me your real name, your honest real name. They stood. I pointed at one. Im Anthony. I pointed at the other. Im Zorba. Anthony, repeat after me. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. He repeated it. I pointed at the other. He repeated it. Ok, now Im going to cover my eyes again. You guys shuffle around any way you want to. When I uncover my eyes, I want you to repeat it again. I pulled the t-shirt over my eyes and pressed my hands on top. Alex could tell them apart by their voices. I felt sure I could too. I removed the t-shirt. They were standing in front of me side by side, dicks looking swollen and relaxed in the warmth of the sun. Mine was too. I pointed at one and said, Say the quick brown fox again, and he did. I pointed at the other and he said the same thing. I pointed at the one on my left and said, Youre Zorba. I pointed at the one on my right and said. Youre Anthony. Shit! Yeah, and double shit! They both ran for the back porch, naked as jaybirds. As they slammed in the door to the kitchen, I heard them yell the same thing. Hey, Mom, Mike can tell us apart. I put my exercise shorts back on and went in the house. I wasnt ready for total nudity with Margaret yet. I studied with Alex some more that morning. We were in her room together with the door open and most everything was the same. There was one thing different. I kissed her. She kissed me back. We both opened our mouths for a few seconds. We both pulled back, smiled, and then started studying again. We got dressed for dinner. Mr. Andreas and I put on long pants. Azee put on fresh shorts and shirts. Gianna put on a sun dress that Mom had brought for her. Mrs. Andreas and Alex put on little dresses too. Dinner was good Greek food. It was just fish with chopped up tomatoes and black olives and green onions and feta cheese and it was delicious. I ate two pieces. I asked for the recipe but it was so simple I didnt really need it. Later that evening, Mr. Andreas, asked me to go for a walk with him. We went around the block. Michael, he started, Ive talked with your father. He says youre the finest young man hes ever known. Hes very proud of you, the way youve held to your standards, the way you work in school, the way you treat your family. Do you have any idea where youre headed with Alex? No, look, Mr. Andreas He cut me off, Michael, youre an adult. So am I. Forget the Mr. stuff. Call me Aiden. Call my wife Margaret. Yes, sir. And forget the sir stuff. Im an Army Officer at the university and Im called sir by every student in ROTC. Here at home Im just a man like you. OK. Now, about you and Alex. I told her that were just taking the first tentative steps on a path and we dont know where it will lead. I like her and Im not sure why but I know I like her. I can promise you one thing. Ill never hurt her. I want to keep seeing her. Michael, Alex brought you into our home. I respect her judgment. When she welcomes you into her life, you will always be welcome in our home. You mean youre giving me permission to court your daughter? Yeah. I guess I am. Tell me about your face. Well, I have a big port-wine stain on my left side. Its a vascular condition and its not hereditary. I waited a moment. You mean my grandchildren cant inherit it from you? Thats right. My parents looked hard at trying to get it removed. Its a big stain and removal is a long and difficult process. It didnt bother me as a kid except for idiots who teased me. I have a camouflage cream that covers it so well you cant see it. I havent used it in years. Good, never be ashamed of what you are, Michael. When I saw you in my chair, I saw the right side of your face and I thought you were the most beautiful young man Id ever seen. Then I saw the left side. Fate hasnt been kind to you, Michael. Maybe not but one Monday morning it was. What do you mean? I wasnt going to summer school. I had a job lined up as usual. Dad said I didnt need to work. He said he wanted me to go straight through college, summer terms included. I walked into English Lit and most of the seats were taken. There was an empty seat beside Alex. Well, Im glad. Now lets talk about religion. OK. My mother and father were raised Catholic but they dropped out when I was a baby, about the time the scandal about priestly abuse of children started. They still go once in a while and Gianna and I go with them. I like the solemnity and some of the other stuff but the religion stuff is meaningless. That sounds like me and Margaret. Our parents were Greek Orthodox. Were not. We go on occasion. The reason I asked is because I wanted to know if religion could separate you and Alex. If you love someone, Michael, really love them, you should never let religion come between you. Thats stupid. Our families are a lot alike, Aiden. I want you and Margaret to get to know my parents. Id like both families to leave us alone for a while and let us see what develops. I think its important for both our families to support us. In a few weeks, Id like us all to get together, maybe have dinner some Sunday. Ill cook. You cook? Yeah, my moms a fabulous cook. Shes the culinary director at the University. Shes taught me and Gianna to cook. I like it. My dads a full professor in the math department. I think I got a math gene from him. I like math and science classes. Alex is very independent, Michael. Dont treat her like an invalid. Youll be surprised how much she can do. I think she sees things about people that sighted people cant. Shell let you know when she needs help. We had walked all around the block and were back to the front porch of their house. Aiden held out his right hand. I put my hand in his. He covered my hand with his left one. Please be good to her, Michael, he said. Shes my angel. I love her almost as much as I love Margaret. How about Azee? Yeah, I love them too but a fathers love for his daughter is more protective. Can you really tell them apart? How? I usually cant. Zorbas got a little mole about two inches above his navel. I think I can tell them apart by their voices. I just used the mole to double-check. Dont tell them how I know. He smiled. I wont. Look, Aiden, Im sorry I showed my ass last night. I felt like a little boy doing something nasty and then Alex caught me in the bathroom. I dont usually act like that. Michael, you didnt show your ass. You showed me your heart. Your heart was hurting. You thought you had a chance at love and maybe you had blown it. I liked seeing and hearing what was in your heart. I think your father is right about you. Even if I want to get in your daughters panties? They wouldnt fit you. She told me and Margaret what you said. Later that afternoon, Mom called me on my cell phone. They were home. I knew it was time for me and Gianna to go home too. When we left, all the Andreas family members gathered to see us off. Azee carried our bags to the car. When I said goodbye to Alex, I held both her hands in mine and leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Everybody was watching. I wanted them to see us. TO BE CONTINUED:

jacksons photo shoot (Mb, Fb, NC) This is fantasy for a reason, please don't hurt a child. Read hot stories instead. contact me at [email protected] Shaking and afraid I paced in front of the building for a long, long time. I was told once to never let fear make a decision for me, but that line was being tested today. I was desperate, out of money and out of luck. Me and my son were moments away from being homeless and hungry this was the only quick solution that I thought might work. A friend, more of an acquaintance really, suggested the modeling agency to me. In a hushed conspiratorial tone she told me that they pay lots of money for shots of cute boys in underwear and swimsuits. "Nothing overtly sexual and it is all perfectly legal, it just a good outlet for men who like looking at such things." she told me My 8 year old son, Jackson, is a very handsome lad. Black hair with dark brown eyes, his skin is pale which sets off his bright red lips and the rose in his check. He has striking delicate features that remind you of a porcelain doll. He is constantly moving, running, jumping climbing, and running. This constant activity keeps his little frame tight with muscles and while you can see his ribs you can also see the bumps that form his budding little six pack. His legs are skinny and muscular as well and they lead up to a supple ass that looks perfectly rounded from the side. I had him cut as a baby which makes his tiny little cocklet have the cutest little mushroom head. His balls are like marbles, perfectly formed and kept tight to his body. He is a happy child although somewhat of a loaner. He spends all of his time running around with his toy plane or chasing some imaginary ninja. Since he was three we have been alone. We have stayed in a very small studio department with only a shared bathroom down the hall. We sleep together on the couch as we do not have a bed. I haven't had a date or a relationship in years which means that I hug him longer than I should and steal more kisses than I have a right too. Me not getting any means that more than once I have woken him up as I shuddered with orgasm rubbing my sensitive slit as I use my other hand to hold him for that human contact. Now here I was pacing outside this faceless building hoping that the quick cash would be worth making my cute boy into a child model for sickos. My mind finally realized that there was no choice, not walking inside meant that Jackson and I would be living in a shelter by tomorrow and I was well aware what would happen to both of us in a shelter. I rationalized him wearing his underwear while some guy snapped some photos was far better than he and I being gang raped in an ally somewhere. So with that thought in my mind my courage grew as I walked into the door. Once inside my fear alleviated almost entirely. This looked like a real professional studio. Receptionist busy at work, other clients sitting in the lobby waiting, workers busily running back and forth. The commonplace of it all put me right at ease. "Can I help you?" came the black aging receptionists greeting "Um, yes my name is Debbie Clayton and I am here to sign my son Jackson up for a photo session" I blurted out "Do you have the application Debbie?" she asked quite nicely I must say "Yes Its right here and here is his photo" She looked at the photo for a long while and then left me worried when she got up and said "stay here for just a moment Ms. Clayton, I think my boss will want a look at this." She quickly hurried off taking my form and Jackson's picture with her. I stood worried that there was some problem or worse that I was caught doing something wrong and would be arrested at any moment now. My worries were for nothing though as two men soon came out with Debbie all with warm smiles and greetings. "Ms. Clayton, so nice to meet you, your boy is so adorable and we are really looking forward to having him as one of our models." the first man happily exclaimed "Thank you sir" I sheepishly responded. I was next given a mini tour of some empty studios. Each was impressive with the scenery and fancy equipment. I was getting more and more excited seeing their operation and knowing that obviously saw something in my son. Pride was also welling inside me as they continually showered me with praises on my sons beauty. They asked me if I would like to see a photo shoot that was happening now and I quickly agreed. I could focus on nothing but the boy. He was sweet and giddy, flashing a delightful smile as the cameras clicked around him. Dressed in more clothes than I would have suspected, this looked more like a fashion model than what I had expected. The boy seemed so in love with the attention and must have felt like a start to have so many people so focused on only him. The boy was probably 11 and was going to break lots of hearts in a couple of years, who was I kidding this boy was breaking hearts now. People would be willing to die over his hair, blonde and wavy. It must have taken a stylist hours to make it look perfectly messy. The boy was in skinny jeans that were bright blue. I was instantly jealous of his ass and legs, his ass being tight and curved and his legs being long and skinny. I knew this boy was beautiful and felt myself glad that they were capturing it. The kid had on a plain V neck white t-shirt with a black choker style necklace giving him a hip quality that added to his worldliness. I wish words could describe his face but as I try to capture it in writing I find myself not finding the adjectives I need. Pretty is as close as I can come. Bright rounded blue eyes above a small rounded nose, lips that were thin and full at all the right places. He looked like the love child of Christie Brinkley and Leo DiCaprio. Gorgeous came to my mind instantly and I found myself surprised in how infatuated I was with this little boy. I was now worried that there must be a mistake, that my boy was not in the same league as this one. Or was he? I guess I never truly looked at my son with anything but a mother's eye. I saw my baby breastfeeding as an infant, I saw the tears as a toddler and then the laughter of a young boy. Was I now missing something else in him? I got compliments daily on his looks, that he was cute and yes pretty. I suppose that his own body is just as well formed as the blonde boys before me. I never thought to much about my own sons ass and legs, but now as I did I realized that my boy was becoming a little hottie. One that had just as much beauty as this boy before me. I was brought out of my mind when I watched the men before me step up to the boy and remove his white tshirt. I couldn't help but move to the side to get a better look at this kids developing chest. It was still clearly a child's, small and straight with no hint of shoulders or chest protrusions. I saw his smooth hairless belly with tight rippling little muscles and surmised that like my own son this boy must remain very active. I felt myself wanting to touch this boys chest, to run my hands over it and feel his budding form. "lower, please" came a command from behind a camera I then watched as a man walked up to the boy and pulled first the right and then the left side of his jeans down some. I watched as the man bent done in front of the boy and with great care evened out the sides of the boys jeans. I could now clearly see the V that so many woman would kill for. It was sexy, pure and simple. I found myself staring at his V noting that the boys small penis must be resting directly under the very top of his jeans. I noted the tiny hips and the little bones that stuck out at the top of each side. I found myself feeling incredibly fat and ugly in comparison to the splendor before me. For the first time I now realized that this child had on no underwear. They surely would be showing by now if he did. The cameraman had him face away and I saw the top of his muscular bottom on the outside of his jeans. Each check firm and tight and exposed for the camera to capture. I was mesmerized and excited now and found myself enthralled at the idea that these men were turned on by the boy before them. "Button" I heard shouted out A man again stepped up to the boy and with precision and deafness reached down and undid the boys button on his jeans. He slid the zipper down perhaps only a half inch and then folded back the one side of the jeans. "Fuck me" I thought as a wave of heat drifted into my panties I was getting hot for this kid. Maybe not for the kid himself, but for his beauty, his purity, and his innocence. I watched as the man had the boy hold the one flap of his jeans open while his other hand was placed on his chest. The boy was told to look down and look shy, both of which he did perfectly. I caught myself staring at the boys privates. I felt myself giddy with excitement each time I thought I saw just a hint of his hairless penis. I think it was only the root I was seeing, but felt my eyes straining to see more. "Backside" was now shouted and I watched as the man stepped up again to his model and turn him around facing away from the camera. I saw perfection unveiled as the man slid the boys jeans lower in the back until the boys entire ass was showing. The man had the boy hold onto his jeans at each hip keeping them up from falling, but still down to reveal that perfect bum. I saw more than one man adjust himself now as I imagined every cock was now straining towards this kids rear. For my own intentions, I could not comprehend what I found exciting. I was wet with sex but for what? I did not have much use for a tiny hairless cock, I had no way of fucking the boys ass, and I certainly doubted the boy was very good at eating pussy. The laws of nature were against me in my desires. I wanted sex that was clear, but not from the boy. No I wanted sex FOR the boy. "That's a wrap people" I heard a man yell I saw the boy pull up his skinny jeans and fasten them. I watched as the men in the room busily packed up their equipment and acted as normal as they did when I first entered. How could they just end it here? This was not the end, but the beginning. More I kept shouting in my head, More. Remove the kids pants, turn him around, get in closer, I thought. Then as the Adonis walked out of the room I felt air spill back into my lungs and felt my head clear. "what the fuck" I asked myself. You fucking sicko I thought as I shook my head and cleared out the thoughts that filled it. "Well what did you think?" my tour guide from earlier asked me "Hot" Spilled out of my mouth before my censor could overtake it. "I agree, these boys have so much to offer and their hotness is not to be denied. I believe your boy could be one of the best models here. He has such an haunting beauty to him that I can't wait to capture on film. Did you have any problems with how the photo shoot was conducted?" Problems, yes I had problems, why did you stop? Why didn't you strip the lad completely? Why didn't you take turns fucking that boys ass while it was filmed? "Umm I guess it did seem a little short, why didn't you keep going with him?" "Well Debbie it works like this, The boy does a photo shoot like the one you just saw. He is paid very well for it and can do up to four of those just like that. We never show or do anything more than what you just saw and actually we normally do not even show the ass like we did in this one. He wanted to do that for an extra couple of hundred. We then sell those photos to people who see the beauty in them. If they really like the boy and would like to see him in either some sort of video or other photo shoot then they can send us a request for that. We talk to the boys parents and if they agree to it then they give us a price that works for them. If the requester agrees to the final price then we set the shoot up." "How much do those types of shoots usually pay?" I asked while my mind tried to work out what it really wanted to know "Minimum is five thousand and I have seen some pay as much as fifty thousand" I thought about what the kid might have to do for that kind of money and nothing I could come up with was not worth it. Maybe I was just too desperate and too broke, maybe I was still way to horny from watching the boys modeling shoot, but either way I wanted the money. I was in, no questions, and then my mind came back to reality when I realized that it was my own son who would be doing the work. I kept picturing the blonde boy on his knees earning the money and not my own. As soon as I pictured Jackson in his place I became resolute that this was for some quick cash and nothing else. I would not sell out my sons body for money, even if it was a small fortune. He was just a baby after all and not a sex object like the boy I just saw. "Well I don't know if I would be interested in any of those, but I wouldn't mind Jackson being part of some of your normal photoshoots." "Excellent, those special shoots are totally up to you. I would just be thrilled to have your son here for some nice photo shoots. You can be on set the whole time and you have absolute control over what happens and what pictures are taken. You say stop and we stop and yes you still get the money either way." "When can we do the first shoot? I have to be honest and say I am more than a little desperate for cash right now and could use the money as soon as possible." "He can have a shoot today if you like. Just bring him in before 2pm and we can fit him in. It will take about an hour to get his hair done and cloths fitted and then we will shoot for however long it takes." "Will I get paid today?" "You get paid on arrival with him in cash" I left in a hurray to collect Jackson and bring him back for the photo shoot. When I arrived at our efficiency I found him asleep on the floor and couldn't help but stop and stare at him for a moment. I was trying to look at him the way I and everyone else was looking at the blonde model from earlier. Was Jackson as cute, as pretty, and as hot as that boy? I looked at my sons bright red lips and felt guilty as the term cocksucker flashed in my mind. I stared down his body and for the first time I noticed that my sons ass was more than cute, it was sexy. It had curves just like the boy from earlier and my sons dark hair and his dark eyes added a haunting quality that I suddenly realized made him desirable. I saw for the first time what these men saw in him. He wasn't just some little kid, he was pureness with darkness in him. He was the epitome of yin and yang. His innocence was clear and observable, but his eyes hinted at desire and longing. I knew what they wanted to capture and now had a small understanding of how sexy it would be. I woke him and showered him quickly but completely. I made sure he had on clean boxers and found myself trying to put him in a hip outfit. We didn't have much in the way of hip though so I settled on jeans that had worn knees and a spiderman tshirt we got from goodwill. I missed hip by a mile, but I had to admit that I did find the worn old jeans kinda hot on him. On our way to the studio I explained the predicament to Jackson. I let him know that there was no option and that he needed to obey their every command. That he was an exceptionally good looking boy and it would not be fair to keep that all to ourselves. I laid it on thick, but I made sure I got the point across that he must comply with every order or we would be homeless and probably end up dead in an alley by tomorrow. With fear raging in his eyes he agreed to do everything they said without question. I felt bad as we exited the car as I noticed Jackson wiping tears away from his face. I think I went overboard some and scared him more than I needed to. I tried to correct that on the way in and told him how much fun he was going to have being the center of attention. Finally I got a half smile out of him before we opened the door. Once inside things progressed quickly. I felt naughty like a mafia gangster or a high class pimp as I was given a white envelope stuffed with 10 hundred dollar bills. As I took the money, they took my baby by the hand and led him away telling me that he was going to get his hair ready and his first outfit on. They invited me to join him, but I declined needing to use the restroom and having to make a call to let my landlord know that I definitely had the rent money. I silently cried for a few moments feeling some of the weight lifted off of my shoulders. I think I was also crying because I knew that I was giving away a small part of my 8 year old son's innocence as well. Even if they were pretty benign pictures he would now know that men wanted to look at him. He was a smart little boy so I imagined that he might even figure out that they desired him in some ways. I was given a glass of wine to calm my nerves. They told me that most moms and even dads get very nervous over the first shoot and that a little courage in a glass would help. They reminded me that once they start taking pictures that they could stop at any time and that if I didn't like the direction they were taking with them that I could change it. They said that more money was possible even today though depending on how long I let the photo shoot go on. I asked how much money and was told "If you let us get every shot we want today and even bring in another model to get a few couples shot then you would get another ten thousand dollars" he told me this so nonchalantly. I had not ever had more than a thousand dollars to my name at any given time and here, today I could make ten times that. It really didn't occur to me what that kind of money was for, what Jackson would have to do, and what Jackson would have to lose for it. I was really only focused on the money. "I don't know if you would be ready for us to take your son that far along today to earn that type of money, but if you are willing to let the photo shoot continue uninterrupted then you can walk out today with 10 more envelopes. I can imagine that would go along way to making Jackson's life better." I didn't know how to respond. So I just took another large gulp of wine and stared up at this mans handsome eyes. After the pause got too long and too awkward I managed a weak "K" The man smiled at me and in that smile I saw perversion. It coursed through me like a cold blast on a winters day. The smile was lustful and greedy and it made me want to get my son and run. It snapped me back to reality, ten thousand dollars was not for my sons pictures. It was for him, his childhood, his innocence and his soul. My little boy was not going to be used by these men, not today not ever. I became resolute in my mind as my hand brought the courage back up to my mouth and I finished the wine in several fast gulps. I quickly asked for more not realizing that I did not want more wine, I wanted more of an excuse. "Showtime" was announced in the hall and I was told to follow as I was escorted into a larger studio than the one I was in that morning. It looked to have three completely different sets, two with their lights off and the one every one was focused on that was light up. The light one was a pretty fake looking outdoor scene. It had a fake campfire ring, a wooden bench, a tree that had fallen sideways creating a log that hung in the air sideways about 3 feet off the ground and a tent. The tent was more like a very large blanket creating a V shaped room on the ground. It had no front on it and the floor looked to be a couple of mattresses lined with sleeping bags. I thought it was all in all a pretty awesome set if not a little fake. I realized that my second glass of wine was mysteriously empty and I felt the warmth of drunken bliss start to swell in my tummy. I was relaxed and excited to see this photo shoot. I started to hope that my son would be as good and as pretty as the boy I saw earlier. Then I saw him. I chuckled out loud when I did. He was standing there in a cub scouts uniform. Complete with hat and everything. He simply looked adorable and I was so proud in that moment. I started to think that he probably should be in cub scouts and why didn't I think to sign him up before. Of course I had no money to do this ever, but the thoughts still flowed into my mind. He looked so adorable though, not sexy like the kid from earlier, just cute and adorable in his little uniform. I wondered why they didn't put him in some hip clothes to make him look sexy and cool, but I guess being a mom and woman I was not aware what an 8 year old boy in a cub scout uniform did for some men. Early on they were posing my boy for each shot. They physically would walk up to him and place him in the exact position they wanted him. Simple shots like him saluting, or waving or carrying firewood. They then had him sitting on the bench in front of the fire pretending to roast a hot dog. As I was drinking my fourth glass of wine I felt myself starting to get anxious, I started to have some desire for things to progress a little farther like with the older boy. Something a little more mature or sexy that would excite everyone in the room. The first hint of anything like that was almost too much for me to handle. They had him put the hotdog that he was roasting in his mouth and suck on it while he was looking straight into the camera. It was suggestive and wrong and I knew every man in the room had blood rush into their cocks at the sight, because it was also somewhat erotic. They had him slide it in and out a couple of times as well and for a moment I thought that the shoot was over. I thought that this is obscene and wrong and hot. His beautiful big brown eyes put off an intensity under the lights that I had never seen. He was concentrating so hard on doing exactly what was asked of him and I shuddered as I saw his hand shake with nerves as it slide the hotdog in and out. "hat" was shouted pulling me back into the moment and keeping me in my spot. A man walked up to Jackson and pulled his hat off of his head. He took a few minutes to style Jackson's hair making it wavy and messy at the same time. The finished product was a boy even more handsome than before. The small change seemed to age his maturity and beauty. It was a subtle transformation from cute to pretty. Again the same pictures were taken but they would occasionally place his hand in his hair or make him flip it back or they would comb it down over his eyes and make him wipe or whip it away. I was only nursing my fifth glass of wine as I felt quite drunk now. The drink did wonders to calm my nerves and remove my inhibitions. I was excited for them to progress and I felt both pride and envy as I watched my son work. There were approximately 8 men in the room and me and my son and I was very jealous that all the eyes were on him and none gave me a second glance. My son was now placed on his hands and knees pretending to straighten out the corners of his sleeping bag. The long blue pants hugged his little bottom perfectly and I could feel the men in the room yearning for more. I felt adrenaline pump inside me as I watched the man spread my sons knees far apart and then push his head down to the grown and turn it sideways. It was so overtly sexual and suggestive that I felt myself moisten with the image. My son for his part was doing well. He complied with their every command and smiled brightly when asked and gave his serious dark pout that everyone loved. He had yet to show the signs of any fatigue or stress and at times I knew he was enjoying himself. They gave him a coke to sip once in a while which was a real treat for him. And he seemed to love if not relish the mans hand on him, when he would cry or hurt himself and need comfort he always had this body language about him when he needed to be touched or comforted. That is what I saw almost every time these men came near him. For once in his life men were paying attention to him and he was liking it, almost begging for their affection. His checks were constantly rosy with blush as he was showered with compliments by these men. I was glad and felt like a great mom at the moment. After a few more shots of my son on his knees they turned to the log. They had him lean against it and then made him lean over it looking back down through his legs at the camera. It was a great shot seeing his hair flop down and his cheeky little smile staring back at your through his legs. The firm roundness of his ass in this position did not hurt to make the shot more entertaining. All too soon though he was upright again. "lets move on" I heard from behind the camera I watched as the man moved to Jackson and started to take off the handkerchief and then unsnap the buttons of his uniform. One after another his hands moved quickly and deftly. I had to admit that watching the man undress my son was very sensual. When he slid the shirt off my boys shoulders and let it fall to the ground I became wet with an intense desire for more. My sons bare chest was beautiful even though he was only 8, he managed to have a very small six pack show on his otherwise soft belly. The bones that were visible here and there were reminiscent of a all those 90 models with zero percent body fat. They accentuated every crevice on his ribs and made his body all the more interesting. I watched in silence as the man ran his hands up and down my boys stomach and then held my breath as I saw him tweaking Jackson's nipples in an apparent attempt to make them redder and harder. The pace quickened now as they took many pictures faster and faster. They seemed infatuated with my sons armpits. Looking for lots of ways to show off the hairless smooth valley. They also like his back and loved him to arch it for them. Again he was on his knees head down, back arched, and ass up and again I was aroused by it. "Button" I heard shouted and my pulse quickened as I knew what that meant. I earlier had thought that this was when we leave. This was the moment I take my baby and my envelope and run. But the wine had made me want this, to need this. I was anxious for this moment and felt relieved that it was time. I watched as the man stepped forward and unsnapped the top button of my sons pants. Just like before he pulled the zipper down some and folded the flaps over. Maybe because my son was younger or maybe just because it was my son, but either way I was overcome with the suggestiveness of it all. Looking into the top of my sons pubis, seeing the V that lead to his more private parts led me to start to think of Jackson as a sexual creature. Not my son, not just a kid, not a silly boy, but a suitable partner for someone to make love with. Even if his parts were small, he still had them and the eroticism that was on display before me now left no doubt in my mind that Jackson was a sexual object. One that could be desired and obtained. I now had a more complete understanding of what these men saw and what they wanted and it frightened me. Just like before I saw the men turn Jackson away from the camera and pull his pants down over his bum. The soft curves of his ass had a sensual quality that I knew left the men in the room enlarge with desire. More shots were taken and they had Jackson now drop his pants completely so that they pooled at his feet. They then asked him to step out of them while the cameras clicked away. If my son was shy or awkward you would have never known it here. He made no attempt to cover himself and never complained once about being naked in a room full of strangers. I have seen him naked everyday of his young life, but felt myself excited for him to turn around. To see his small penis dangle over his perfectly formed marbles was something I needed at the moment. As he turned around I heard men breath deeply to the point of gasping. You could have cut the tension in the air with a knife as these men were further teased with my sons lithe body. Again they posed him doing all these natural things except now completely in his unhindered beauty. I saw men adjust their cocks as they placed him again on his hands and knees and pushed his head down to the ground. As his knees were spread and his head down, his virgin hole was on display for all to see. That sent the camera into a frenzy with shot after shot being taken. I watched in stunned silence as the man reached between my sons legs and stroked my sons balls and penis down to make them more visible in the shot. I heard my son give out a slight moan at this and was happy for his momentary pleasure and then a groan as the man pulled my sons balls down with more force to stretch them into view. I looked into my hand to realize that I was holding two more white envelopes and yet another full glass of wine. I watched them pose my boy in more and more suggestive manners. He was now on his back with his knees bent and splayed open. They now had him pull his knees back and open to first reveal his small hole. Then I watched as the man got down with my son and as if he was going to fuck him, push my sons legs back so that my boys knees were by his ears. Another man stood ready to grab them to keep them back as shot after shot was taken. Seeing my son in such a fuckable position again welled up objections until another envelop was placed in my lap. I did hear Jackson grunt from time to time now as they were assuming he was more flexible than he actually was. The two men now each had a leg and they pulled them far apart keeping my boy bent in two. They turned Jackson over now and put a pillow under his tummy. I watched as they spread his legs wide again while Jackson moaned in protest. The one man got between my sons legs in fucking position and lifted his hips up some more. He then used his hands to spread my boys checks open and I saw him stare directly at Jackson's virginity. He backed away and more shots were taken. There was a difference in the room now, an excitement. This was not an average shoot for them and the anticipation of what was coming built. My mind was too cloudy with drink to think straight. I was scared and felt a tear fall from my eye. "stage 2" I heard shouted and watched as everyone took a breath and one man helped my son up. Lights came on to my right and I looked over to see a boys room. Complete with twin bed and baseball stuff on the walls. It made me feel very upset that this was the boys room that Jackson deserved yet never had. "Can someone get Ben and Mike for me" I heard shouted and then saw several men quickly look at me and then away. I had no idea why until I saw Ben and Mike walk in. They were both around 25, both incredibly gorgeous and both were very naked. My eyes traversed their muscular bodies and then settled on their soft cocks. Even soft they were two of the longest cocks I had ever seen. Bens cock was longer as it swayed down to at least the middle of his thigh, but Mikes was fatter looking to be as fat as a beer bottle around. Both men had hairy chests and hairy cocks. They each had a lovely tan and I must again mention those muscles. I was turned on and ready not yet realizing that they weren't here for me. "action" was shouted before I knew what was happening Mike Ben and Jackson were all on the set together. Two envelops were put in my hand and as I croaked out a no the man had already left and pretended not to hear. I looked back over to the set and saw these men holding my son. One was hugging his front and the other his back. They made a Jackson sandwich that was accentuated by their tan hard bodies and my sons pale soft one. I saw the enormous cocks continue to grow each moment as I watched them press against my son's back and chest. Ben leaned down and kissed Jackson on the forehead then on the cheek and now on the lips. Mike held onto Jackson's head as Ben continued to kiss his soft little lips and then licked the side of my boys face. I watched as Ben then sank to his knees and kissed my boys neck and then licked it. He continued to lick down my sons body as Mike held my boy in position. I saw Mike's cock now fully erect and he was pressing it into Jackson's back. It was a monster and looked fake next to my tiny son. Ben now had my sons cock in his mouth. Sucking the soft flesh in his mouth while his hand caressed my boys nuts. Shocked at myself, I found my mind hoping that my boy would become erect. That Jackson would show enjoyment so that I would have an excuse to let it continue. I was relieved when not only did Jackson's small cock come to life but I watched my boy, my little boy, start to pump his cock naturally into this large man's mouth. Mike now started to kiss the top of Jackson's head and then kissed my boys smooth shoulders and as he dropped to his knees I saw him kiss down the small of my boy's back. Mike got into an awkward laying position to continue to kiss and now like my son's soft yet firm rounded bum cheeks. Ben then reached around Jackson and took each of the fleshy mounds in his hands and pulled them open all while continuing to fuck my sons cock with his mouth. Mike quickly used his tongue to lick up and down the valley that opened before him and wasted no time in centering his tongue on my boys hole. My son must have really liked this as I heard a cute little moan escape his lips. I saw Mike press his head hard into my sons ass now as he must have started to rim the boy in earnest. I found myself straining to see, to now hopefully watch as this mans tongue entered my son's tight hole. "Bed" I heard shouted and was suddenly disappointing when both Mike and Ben stood up and went over to the bed. I watched as they turned the bed away from the wall so that it was sideways in the room. It was a four poster bed and I know noticed that there were ropes and cuffs ready for use on each bed. I frantically looked around for someone to yell stop at and then felt myself crash under the weight of all the wine I drank. I wanted to get up and get out, but I was in such a drunken state that I just couldn't seem to manage it. The alcohol and my pussy were keeping me there. Out of the haze that came over me I noticed different events unfolding. My son was now on the bed, on his back. His head was all the way at the very top of the bed so that it was leaning back some over the edge. I noticed his arms out and up then realized they were tied to the bed posts. I let the haze take me for a moment then reopened my eyes to see Mike at Jackson's head rubbing his massive cock all over my boys head and chest. The cock was longer, much longer than the length of my sons head and I was mesmerized to see his ace completely covered in cock while his chest was rubbed with it. Jackson was shaking his head back and forth and I heard my baby mumbling no, his protests falling on deaf ears. My own protests stopped at this point. I stared wide eyed and suddenly very sober at my young son laying on his back. A huge cock painting his little body. I watched as Mike leaned forward pressing his cock harder into my sons face as he did this he grabbed Jackson's legs by their ankles and pulled them up and then back. Ben got in position on the bed just below my sons ass and helped Mike fasten my sons legs to each of the bedposts. They both stepped back momentarily as I saw two photographers get in close and take pictures of my boys obscene form from various angles. "Mike you take his mouth now while Ben prepares him" I heard someone say and without hesitation Mike brought his large cock up to my boys pretty mouth. He ran the large head over my boys lips and then after squeezing my sons cheeks hard to make him open I saw the large cock force its way inside my boys mouth. Jackson's mouth could not have opened more without his jaw dislocating. I know there was no way his teeth weren't cutting into Mike's cock, but Mike did not see to care. My hand was rubbing my pussy. I don't know when that happened, but as I sat and stared I looked down to see my hand pleasuring me. Like it had a mind of its own, like what was happening before me wasn't the most horrific thing in the world. Some part of me liked it, some deep hidden long oppressed part wanted this to happen. "what are the chances Mike?" I heard someone exclaim. "I think it will go if you don't mind a little force" Mike replied "pay her" came the camera mans quick response and before I knew it an envelope was in my hand and Mike was pressing hard into Jackson's throat. My boy turned bright red and then almost blue as Mike continued to force the enormous cock in the much to small orafice. He pulled Jackson's head back by his chin and I saw him massage my son's throat before ramming his face harder and harder. With a scream of pain from Mike I saw him suddenly lunge and sink at least half of his cock into Jackson. I came, long and hard the orgasm welled inside me and spread across my pussy and belly until my entire body was shaking with pleasure. My son, the cute little imp with his wavy black hair and that little nose with the occasional freckle on it had a giant cock in his throat and I came. Then my son passed out. "on my ..." I stood and yelled as Mike pulled out and someone else stepped up to revive my child. "no one panic, hes fine." I heard someone say as Jackson took several long gulps of air and my panic subsided as his face went from crimson to pink. "hows that ass coming Ben" I head someone ask. I quickly looked around for Ben and saw him there on the bed with Jackson with his face buried in my sons cheeks. Licking and tonguing my boy as two thick fingers were working there way in and out of him. "still need some time if you want me or Mike in him" came Bens reply "Ok Mike lets go for gold now ok. All the way in and then I want to see you cum in his open mouth" Mike needed no more prompting as he placed his cock again to my sons mouth. To my surprise Jackson opened his mouth on his own accord to take the cock back in. Mike seemed to like this as well as he pushed hard back into Jackson's mouth and started to frantically pump my boys mouth. Only about in inch in and an inch out, but the pace was fast. "before you blow Mike please" came a frantic request Mike reached down and took hold of Jackson's head again and with only the cock in my boys mouth he said "deep breath" I dont know if Jackson listened, but Mike did not seem to wait to find out. He pulled my sons chin back and wiggled his cock in, and then with what had to be great force pushed in and in and in all the while moaning for the pain Jackson's teeth must have been causing his cock. "AHHHHH" he yelled as I saw more and more cock disappear inside my son. I saw Jackson's throat widen and saw the shadow of a snake crawl down towards his belly. "mmmpphhh" Mike groaned and I saw his pubes covering my sons nose and chin. "get the shots quickly" he pleaded. For his own sake or my sons I do not know "good" someone yelled and Mike removed his cock quickly from Jackson's throat. "that was good but too quick. finish up and lets get Terry in the scene for a few." Mike left his cock head resting on Jackson's face as he started to jack it off. I saw Jackson's tears and saw the boy struggling to swallow and return his body back to normal. Then with deft precision Mike squeezed my sons cheeks forcing his mouth open and aimed his cock towards it. Shot after shot filled my sons mouth and then when that was full painted the rest of my innocent boys face. "phew I needed that" Mike said as he exited the scene. "get the boy cleaned up a little and let Terry do his thing. Ben how you coming?" "three in boss and its actually stretching nicely. I just put the cream on and am going to get little maggie pushed in him here. After that we should be at least able to take us if not actually completely ready, we just may have to exhort some effort" "where's Terry" "here boss" I looked and saw a shorter man with a really nice body step up. My eyes traveled down quickly to his cock and I saw that this man was much more like what I was used to. With an average size cock, maybe even a bit on the smaller side. "Ok Terry, you know what to do. Give us a show now" "Holyshit hes so little." came Terry's response when he stepped up to my baby "Really hot one though, damn I dont know where you find these lookers" Did I just feel proud that this man called my son a looker. This man who was about to defile my boy more. I did and while I was proud of my son, I was not proud of myself as I fell into another orgasm. Terry leaned down and kissed my son on the lips. then whispered something in to Jackson's ears causing my son to jolt his head up before Terry pushed it back down. Terry took held his cock and started to tap it on my sons bright red lips. Eventually the knock was answered and Jackson again freely opened his mouth and accepted this much smaller cock. "mmm yeah lick it boy, yeah like that. mmmm more toungue. good boy good boy" Terry then leaned over Jackson's head causing his balls to cover my sons small nose and eyes. "here we go" he exclaimed as I saw him start to hump my little boys face. "yes yes mmm yeah fucking little slut, you little whore" Terry exclaimed while men in the room laughed and I rubbed my pussy harder. Harder faster and then deeper I saw Terry's cock go into Jackson's mouth. Then I came again as I saw Terry bottom his cock out inside my son's throat and then grind his cock even further in. With the wild thrusts of a dog he started to thoroughly face fuck my boy. pulling 4 inches out and then jamming it back into my sons throat. Again and again hard and faster until I saw the man throw his head back in ecstasy and watched as his cock pulsed with the cum that was shooting directly into Jackson's belly. "awesome boys, all me back when its staff turn will ya. This ones too cute to pass up" "thanks Terry, nice work" with that Terry left and I turned my head again to Ben who was fucking a good sized plastic dildo into my son. "ready boss" "Ok then Ben your up. You know what we want with this one?" "I think so, better pay her though" Another envelop fell into my hands and I watched Ben scooch up to be kneeling at my son's ass. His body still rudely tied so that his ass was open and unobstructed. He started rubbing his cock up and down my boys crack. Again I wanted to stop it, that monster would kill him, destroy him, ruin him forever. But another part of me wanted it, wanted to see such a perverse act. To be apart of something so depraved that a part of my soul would be left in that room. While my mind and my body were battling I heard an ear piercing scream. "EEEEEEEEEEEE" came Jackson's high pitched voice as I saw Bens cock head had disappeared. The screams continued and Ben seemed to feed off of them like a dog sensing fear. "MMPPHHFF" he shouted as he pushed his massive tool 5 inches inside my son's virgin ass. "Ok Ben, hard and fast lets hear it" "ah, ah, ah , ah ,ah" came my boys grunts and cries as Ben started to pummel his ass. Each thrust saw his cock go in a little deeper. Tears flowed from my face and from Jackson's, but juice flowed from my pussy as well. I wasnt satisfied yet, I wasnt depraved enough. "deeper" I yelled across the room a room full of men turned and looked at me like I was a ghost who just appeared form nowhere. "you heard mommy Ben, get to it" "eh, eh, eh, ehhaawwwwwww" came the shout as I saw Ben push more and more and then all of his giant cock into my little boy. I fell to the floor cumming. I was paralyzed for a long time in the throws of orgasm while I watched as Ben's ass rose a foot then fell a foot again and again. Harder and faster than I thought possible. My son had stopped screaming and when I looked at his head I panicked that he was dead. Ben fixed that for me and after a few slaps to my sons face I saw him wake with jolt and then his flopped over again as Ben continued his assault. More slaps and my son woke again this time only to cry hysterically while the pounding continued. "mmmmmm" Ben grunted as he bottomed out in Jackson's gaping ass and emptied his seed deep inside my son. The sight of Ben's large balls pulsing and and squeezing their juice inside Jackson was too much for me and I again started to feel another orgasm build within me. Jackson must have been feeling the growing pressure inside him as he renewed his efforts to squirm away from the cock. Ben pulled his cock out quickly and I saw a fountain of cum and blood squirt out of my sons ass after it. "Mike, go ahead" Mike replaced Ben below my son's now gaping ass and after saying "sorry boy" he plunged his cock in and started to instantly piston fuck my boy. Mikes huge nuts slapped off my sons rear so hard it was like he was giving Jackson a spanking while fucking him. "heres another thousand if we can all have a turn with him after Mike's done" Without saying a word I reached out and took the envelope my pussy now dripping and pulsing as I watched my son being used in such a violent manner. "mmmmmmmmm" mike now yelled as he bottomed out and also started to cum deep inside my son. What I noticed though was Mike's hand had grabbed a fistful of Jackson's hair and was pulling my sons head backwards as he came. "alright guys, special treat today Moms game if we are. Put him on the log and lets gets started." My little angle was unfolded and his ties were removed. I think I saw hope in his eyes as the man gently lifted him into his arm and my own heart sank when I saw Jackson rap his arms around this man in a hug. The man carried Jackson back to the camping scene and bent him over the log. I hadnt notice them before, but now I saw that there were shackles below the log which where quickly fastened to my sons feet. He stood up off the log, but was quickly pushed back over my the first man who spent little time lining up his cock against my sons hole and then fucking it into him. This man fucked him deliberately, but also slowly and gentler. With long slow strokes that looked quite beautiful as he pushed into my sons sweet ass. Another man walked to my sons bent over head and after picking my sons head up by his hair started to rub his cock against my boys lips. Again Jackson opened his mouth and I watched as these two men spitroasted my son. As soon as I saw one of them finish and pull out another man anxiously pushed past and entered one of my sons holes. Over 20 cocks in each hole is my best guest. Some hard and fast, some slow and gentle. Many liked to spank Jackson while fucking him, some seemed to make love to him. One man spit on his face then slapped it hard before punishing my sons ass while pulling his hair. Some came in him, many came on him. Each one was a turn on to me and a nightmare for Jackson. I no longer was standing back just watching, I was two feet away from my son as the last cock entered his now gaping and ruined little ass. "We have one more envelop for you if you will want" "whats it for?" I asked "This" he responded holding up a giant cock that was attached to a wearable harness. "you fuck your son with this" he said "how big is it?" I asked liked that mattered to me at this point "a full 14" and you only get paid if it all goes in him" "give me it" I responded throately as I became flush with the challenge before me. After I had the cock on I realized how large it was. Jackson was only 48 inches tall, this cock would half to enter a quarter of his body for me to get it all in him. I would ruin him if not kill him. His hole was gaping and I could put a finger in him with it barely hitting the walls now, but this cock was massive, it was well over half the size of his entire ass. "we will help you get it in" the man said and I watched as two men opened up my sons ass for me and I saw his hole spread to an unimaginable size. I rubbed my cock up into the hole as I had seen so many men do before me. Then with a lunge I saw the head enter him and heard Jackson start to scream again. His screams made me angry and as to silence him I pushed harder and harder into him. I was able to get to about eight inches fairly easy as his ass was so used from earlier, but I could not get any further. "remember all in" the man said "turn him over for me, it might be easier" They flipped Jackson on his back over the log and my son looked at my face. "no mommy no, pleaase" he whined as I watched Ben and Mike lift his legs open for me. "sorry" was all I said as I pushed the giant cock back into him and started to fuck him with new resolve. Looking into his little face gave sent anger into me. I wasn't angry at him, but angry at myself for what I had become. I irrationally thought that if I could just finish this it would be all better. With that I jammed more and more of the cock into my son and was shocked when suddenly something gave way in my boy and the last 4 inches sunk into him all at once. It was if I buried three pop cans inside him. I saw his eyes roll back as he passed out but was undeterred as I continued to fuck him with my cock. Mike stepped to the boys head and alternated slapping my sons cheeks and then waved smelling salts under his nose. I saw a groggy Jackson come to life again and smiled at him. Still fucking deeply into him. I no longer recognized his voice as he croaked "mommy it hurtz" "I know baby its almost over" and then I wrapped one hand around his throat and started to gyrate into him trying to force every last bit inside him and to complete his membership into being a little whore. I saw a video camera filming me and then grew hornier and hornier as men started to come up and jack their cum on Jacksons face and chest. "open your mouth Jackson" I told him and he weakly obeyed. Now the men aimed for his mouth making him taste their filthy seed. After each man was done I commanded him "swallow" and he tried to comply but his throat was still too damaged to succeed each time and often ended up coughing the cum out of his mouth. "Kiss him" the man next to be said I bent over my son and started to tongue his sweet little face. Licking the seed off of him before jamming my tongue deep in his mouth and administering a kiss that no mom is supposed to give her child. As our teeth ground together I started to cum again and at the same time felt warm splashes hitting mine and Jackson's face and mouths as the men continued to cum on us. "ok you can pull out of him now" I was reluctant but complied and when I saw my sons ass felt that his demise was now imminent. There would be no chance of him returning after I impaled him so completely. "he will need to go to our infirmary for a couple of weeks, but he will recover nicely. He is not the first to have his body used in such a manner. He will be fine before you know it" "thank you" I said and then laughed as I realized what I was thanking the man for. "OK last scene the man said" and I was handed yet another envelop. Jackson was taken off the log and laid down on the floor on his back. Eight men surrounded him each holding their cocks pointing it down towards my baby boy. "start" and with that each cock started to let piss flow out of them. Some with weak streams, some with strong. All aimed towards my son. Hitting Jackson's little cock and balls, his smooth stomach and drenching his face and hair. When the last cock was drained Mike stepped up and put Jackson on his knees. "last one buddy, open your mouth" Jackson complied and while holding my son's head up by his hair Mike aimed his large cock into my boy's mouth and started to piss. Gagging and chocking my son as he emptied a very full bladder into him. "good boy" he said as he wiped the last amount of pee off of his cock and onto my sons small tongue. "Ok get the boy to a bed, thats a wrap. good job everyone probably the best work we have ever done" They led my boy away and started to pack up. I was given a card with a number to call and check on him and they told me that I should go home and clean up and could come back and stay with him if I liked. I went to the bathroom and greedily counted my envelopes. I made fourteen thousand dollars in one day. I knew then that if my son healed I would again use his little body for profit.

Linda is in my 7th grade sex-ed class. She's cute and a top student but, unlike most good students, sits at the back of the room. She never raises her hand to answer a question but always knows the answer when I call on her. She's small, not five feet tall yet, short brown hair and always dresses conservatively. When she wears a sweater you can see two nice bumps on her chest; in a blouse they're not so apparent. Her skirts, when she wears them, are generally down to the knees but still show some nice legs forming. But she wears pants a lot and doesn't seem to want her good looks to stand out. It was on a Friday, about half-way through the semester when she lingered after class and stunned me with her question. "How come you don't talk about 'doing it?'" I'm sure my jaw dropped to the floor. When I recovered I said, "We have talked about it. We just didn't go into detail." "So, when kids start doing it, how are they supposed to know what to do?" she asked. "They're not supposed to be doing it at your age." "Get real, Mr. Phillips. Some kids are already doing it." "Well, what I try to teach is that it's very dangerous to be doing stuff like that at age 12 or 13." "Yeah, but kids are gonna be doing it anyway. Couldn't you just show a film or something that show how to do it?" "No. I'm told by the school what I can teach and showing the nitty-gritty, down-and-dirty sex part isn't part of the curriculum." "So, how does anyone learn?" "Now we're getting into dangerous ground." "Well, how DOES someone learn how to do it right?" "From here on we can't be student-teacher. This conversation isn't really happening. Ok?" "Ok." "People usually learn from someone older -- someone with some experience." "Like who?" "Like an older boy or girl." "But the older boys don't wanna hang with a 7th grader." "Yeah. That's a problem." "So, what about a teacher?" "I told you. That's not something I can discuss in class." "What about out of class, like on a weekend or something?" I knew I was getting into deep water here and I knew -- or thought I knew -- where she was heading with this conversation. I could feel myself becoming aroused -- that "squirmy" feeling down between my legs-- and I began to see her differently. She was cute, yes, but now I saw her as sexy, too. She was standing next to my desk and from where I was sitting, my eyes were just about level with her little boobs. She had chosen to wear a sweater that day and I found myself looking for the telltale lines of a bra. I couldn't see any but I also couldn't believe she had gone all day without one. I could see little bumps that must have been her nipples. Surely the other kids would have noticed them, too, if she had not worn a bra. Or, perhaps she had removed her bra at the class break. This was the last class for the day, so she could hold her notebook in front of her as she came in and no one would have noticed during class. Seventh grade girls' chests range from perfectly flat to well-developed. Linda was somewhere in between, with little pointy mounds; definitely breasts but probably not more than a mouthful. "...Mr, Phillips?...Mr. Phillips?" "I... uh... What were you saying?" "I was asking if you could talk to me about stuff after class or on Saturday." She knew damn well that I had been staring at her boobs. I focused on her face again and caught the little "gotcha" smile. Why not? I thought to myself. "I suppose so," I said to her. "But it has to be considered 'unofficial,'" I added. "You mean I shouldn't tell anyone." "That's right." "Don't worry, I won't. 'Cuz if I did, my folks would kill me. They're so uptight they won't even let me watch some shows on TV because they say they're 'dirty.' Can I come over to your house tomorrow?" Geez. No time to think this through. I could feel myself stiffening as my mind raced through my options. Turn her down flat? Meet her somewhere public? Let her come to my apartment? Keep the teacher-student arrangement or get myself into her panties? I held a file folder over my lap as my pants began to tent. "I suppose so," I said, realizing it was going to be my apartment. I'd let things flow until I could be certain she wouldn't blow the whistle on me if I got into her scivvies. "Do you know where I live?" "No." "Ok. I'll write out the address. I have an apartment at the Seven Oaks. Do you know where that is?" "Yeah. I have a girlfriend who lives on the next block. What time should I be there?" "Is 10:00 ok?" "Yeah. "Ok. See ya then," she gushed as she spun and ran out of the room, giggling. Oh, shit! What am I doing? I've got a sexy little 12 year-old coming over to talk about sex and I know I really want to get into her panties. I wonder how she'll look down there. She has titties; does she have any hair yet? Is she big enough to fuck? What does she know already? Would she even want to fuck? Maybe she just wants someone to tell her it's all right to touch herself. In class, I've carefully avoided any endorsement of masturbation. I talk about it without going into any detail and the answer to the inevitable question, "Is masturbation bad for you?" is non-commital. "It's not bad physically but some people believe it's not an acceptable thing to do." Well, shit, I LOVE masturbation and I recommend it when I'm not shackled by the school board. Hell, maybe she just wants to know about kissing and touching. I doubt she's done much of either. I remember how daunting it was for me in 6th and 7th grade. The first girl I kissed told her friends it was like kissing a wet washrag. That comment could have scarred me for life! Damn her, Linda Forrest! But I met Barbara in 7th grade and we learned together and it was such fun! I didn't sleep well that night. First I cleaned up the apartment, cleared off table-tops, vacuumed, aired the place out and sprayed some floral-scented stuff around. I BBQ'd some sausages and made some cole slaw for dinner, finished grading papers and tried to watch some TV. But I was fidgeting around, wondering what the script would be the next morning. I thought about what I would wear; not too sexy. No silk shirts. Slacks and sport shirt, loafers with no socks sounded right -- and NO underwear. On the chance that my pants might come off, I wanted no delay in showing off my equipment. I'm built pretty well and I work out three times a week. My cock is about 5" when flaccid and almost 7" when hard. Some guys have these tiny little soft cocks -- 2 or 3 inches, tops -- and then grow to 8" hard. I don't know why that is. Others, like me, have a nice soft sausage to fill out our Speedos but it doesn't grow proportionately when it stiffens. I think mine looks great soft OR hard. But I doubt Linda has any frame of reference at 12. Nonetheless, I was imagining myself dropping trou in front of her and watching her eyes get big as my "little man" was unveiled for her. It started to twitch just thinking about it. I have a portable hard drive loaded with pics downloaded from the web -- pics of girls between 10 or 11 and perhaps 15 in various states of undress. It also contains a few mpegs of girls being fucked by their fathers or brothers or uncles. I found one with a girl who loosely resembled Linda, got naked and masturbated while watching it and trying to picture Linda and myself doing it. I came about 30 seconds into the clip and then just milked every last drop as I watched the rest of the clip. They're never very long and I don't, either, if I've had a long dry spell. And I have. I saw images in my mind of Linda stepping out of her clothes for me. I imagined how her hips were beginning to form and saw a faint triangle of soft brown hairs between her legs. I stayed hard most of the night as I dreamt of Linda straddling my face and, later, of her toying with my hard cock -- fondling it, licking it, sucking it. I awoke as I started to cum and managed to reach down to catch it in my bare hand. I staggered to the bathroom, not quite awake and upset that I had interupted a wonderful dream. I changed the linens in the morning. I was up by 6:00 a.m., making sure everything was in order. I wanted it to look like a teacher's place, with books and papers visible, but I also wanted to make it look romantic, too -- whatever romantic is for a 7th-grader. I spent extra time in the shower washing my cock and balls and even gave my asshole a special washing, not wanting any unromantic odors. I went to the market and stocked up on soft drinks and sandwich materials; I was hoping she would stay for lunch -- and more. In the romantic department, I bought a bouquet of spring flowers and a nice vase for them. I went through my music collection and found some soft classical music. I was going to do everything but wear tweed and light up a pipe. I got nervous when the knock at my door didn't come at 10:00, or ten minutes after. At 10:15 I heard a very tentative knock. I opened the door to see her nervously looking from side to side, I suppose to see if anyone saw her come to my door. There was no one. "Hi," she said. "Come in," I said. She looked both ways again and then ducked quickly inside. She was dressed in shorts, sandals and a Spandex tube top that nicely accented her figure, what there was of it. She had slim legs, nice little hips, a neatly pinched in waist and two good-sized mounds in the tube top. Her school clothes effectively hid a nice little figure but she was showing it all off today. I invited her in, not knowing what to say or do under the circumstances, and got her a soft drink before asking her to sit on the sofa. I sat across from her in an easy chair, my mind racing. She sat demurely, knees together. "What would you like to talk about?" I asked. "I...umm... I wanna know about blow jobs." Holy shit! I thought. Better tread water for a while. "That's not something we talk about in class." "Yeah, I know. That's why I wanted to talk to you today." "So, what got you interested in blow jobs?" Geez, how far was this gonna go, I thought. Is she serious? "I...umm...my friend Susan said all the boys want blow jobs and I don't know what one is." "Does she know about blow jobs?" "I guess so. I didn't want her to know I don't know about whatever they are so I changed the subject. She always seems to know about stuff and I don't." "Oh, I see. So, do you have a boyfriend?" "No. But when I get one I wanna know about blow jobs if that's what he wants." "I see. You know that blow jobs are a kind of sex act, right?" "Yeah. That's what I figured." Man, was my mind going a mile a minute. Here was this sexy little 12 year-old girl asking me to tell her about one of my favorite things in life and I was scared shitless. It seemed too good an opportunity to pass up but what might the cost be? My job? My reputation? Jail? But, damn, she was cute and I was becoming really horny just thinking about what might be. "Well, you know we're waaay out in left field talking about stuff like this." "Yeah." "It's not part of the class and I could get into big trouble if people found out what we were talking about." "They won't find out. Like I said, my folks'd kill me if they knew I was doing some kinda sex thing. They're really uptight." "So, this would be just between you and me, you understand." "Yeah, I wouldn't dare say anything cuz I'd be in big trouble." "Ok. But I gotta give you some stuff to think about first. Ok?" "Ok," she nodded. "All right. Sex is about pleasure. I know what I said in class about sex being to make babies. That's true but that's not all of it. Actually, making babies is usually an unintended consequence. You follow?" "What's an 'unintended consequence?" "It's when you do something and something you hadn't intended or expected happens. When you're having sex for fun, a baby is an unintended consequence -- an unwanted consequence." "Ok." Sex is about pleasure, usually between a man and a woman but it could also be between two men or two women of a mixture of three or four men and women. It's about making someone feel good..." "Umm...Ok." "... and blow jobs are just one part of that." "Yeah, so what do I do?" I couldn't believe my good fortune. She was inviting me. She was as good as gift-wrapped for me if I played it right. "I can tell you but it would be better if I showed you. I have some pictures. It would make more sense if we looked at those first." "Ok." "Let me fire up the computer. I have some really neat stuff." "You mean 'porno?.'" "Some people call it that. Porno is whatever is sexually distasteful to you. 'Erotic art' is either written or visual art of whatever is comfortable for you. I don't like pain, for example, so I would call pictures of someone being whipped or burned or something like that 'porno.' I call men and women pleasing one another 'erotic.'" "I've never seen any porno stuff." "This isn't porno. These picture illustrate what a man and a woman can do for each other to give one another pleasure." I moved two straight-backed chairs over in front of my desktop and booted it. I had a great collection of teens doing everything imaginable and a few of older guys like me with young girls. I started with the teens. Linda sat next to me, drink in hand, while I found the folders I wanted. I started with a series of a teen couple, both dressed initially and then becoming progressively undressed while kissing and fondling one another. Linda sat perfectly still as I moved from one photo to the next. I explained as we went through the pictures that girls like to have their breasts touched and fondled and how guys liked to have a girl's hand on their crotch, feeling their "package." "Their 'package?'" "Yeah, their cock and balls -- err... penis and testicles." "Hehe. I like 'cock and balls' better." "So do I. So do most people." "Ok, so what comes next." I showed her several pics of the girl opening his fly and drawing his cock out, still semi-soft. The next few showed her kissing the tip and licking the length of it. "Oh, wow. doesn't that taste yucky?" "Not if he keeps himself clean -- bathes regularly and washes himself there." "Is that a 'blow-job?'" "No. That's coming soon." I continued, showing how she put the head in her mouth. When she took most of the shaft deep into her mouth I stopped. Now THAT'S a blow job." "So, what is she doing. Is she blowing air into it?" "No, she's sucking it." "So, why is it called a 'blow-job?'" "I dunno. But it's sucking, not blowing." "That doesn't make sense. Guys like that?" "Guys LOVE it! What she's doing is moving her head up and down, sucking on it while her tongue rubs against the glans -- the little part underneath that's so sensitive." "Seems silly." "Not really. These still photos don't give the full picture." Now I had my chance. I told myself I had to stay professorial here. "You know, the only way it's gonna make sense to you is if I demonstrate what happens." "You mean actually DO IT?" "Yeah. I've described it as best I can and we can stop there if you wish." Now the hook. "But if you want to know what you're doing with your first boyfriend, particularly if he's older and has already had a blow-job, then you need some experience." "Umm...maybe." She was considering it. "But if you give a boy a blow-job and make him feel good, he needs to do the same for you." "I don't have a pen-...cock. How's he gonna do that?" "He would use his mouth and tongue on you -- down there. Do you ever touch yourself there?" "Ummm..." she was undecided about admitting it. "...sometimes I do." "and does it feel good?" "Yeah." "Well, it feels even better -- much better -- if it's a guy's tongue instead of your finger. He wouldn't be a good boyfriend if he didn't do for you what you do for him." "I guess." "So, you just know a tiny bit so far. If you wanna know more, I'll need to demonstrate for you." "Umm..ok. What do I do?" "First, we take off our clothes. We can't do this stuff with clothes on." "Everything?" "Yeah. Everything." "Are you gonna take off your clothes, too?" "Yeah, unless you'd rather I didn't." "So, how would you show me how to do it with your clothes on?" "You have a point. Ok. We'll both get naked. Are you ok with that?" "I guess." With that, Linda started to untie her shoes. I stepped out of mine and dropped my pants. I pulled my shirt over my head so that I was standing there clad only in my pants, feeling my cock rising as I watched her pull off her tank top and step out of her shorts. "One-Two-Three...Go," I said as I pulled my shorts down. My cock was still semi-soft and hanging." "Oh, wow," she gasped. "That's really big!" "Not really. I'm about average. Now it's your turn. Off with the bra and panties." "I'm thinking if I wanna do this." "Ok. It's up to you. A girl should never do anything she doesn't really want to do and she should NEVER let a guy force her to do anything. Remember, sex is pleasure -- his pleasure and yours, especially yours. If it isn't something you want, don't do it. Ok?" "Ok." She reached behind her and undid the bra hooks. She bent her arm across her breasts to cover them as she slowly slipped the bra straps down her arms. Then she looked up at me questioningly and slowly moved her arm away, letting the little bra fall to the floor. I saw two perfect little cones -- soft and smooth -- topped with the prettiest pink circles, tiny nipples at the centers. I like small breasts and these were absolutely delightful to behold. In a year or two they would be too big (for me) but right now they begged to be gently fondled, licked and sucked. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she bent to pull down her panties and stepout of them. It was a look of apprehension, a look that asked if she was doing the right thing. Then she straightened up and stood facing me, flat-footed, arms at her sides, her eyes still on mine. She didn't have much waist yet but her hips had already begun to round and they framed a small triangle of sparse, soft, straight, dark hairs covering her monS. She was thin enough that you could see light through a small opening where her legs met. She still had a little-girl slit with no pussy lips to be seen. Girls don't stay this beautiful very long. First they're children, which don't interest me, and soon they're women. It's that in-between age, when their bodies are sprouting and tender and soft and everything is new to them that turns my knees to rubber and makes my cock twitch involuntarily. Yes, in the end it's sexual but initially it's just beauty and Linda was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. "You're a very pretty girl," I said to reassure her. She was very, very nervous and her look told me she knew she was quite vulnerable at the moment. "Remember, if it's not something you want, don't do it." "Yeah, you said. I guess I'm just a little scared." "Well, better to be scared here with me than with your next boyfriend." "I guess." She paused while we just stood there and I drank in her soft and delightful features. "Do you really think I'm pretty? I don't have much boobs yet." "You're perfect. Don't worry about small boobs. Some men like small boobs. I prefer them. The girls with the big boobs need hammocks to hold them and when they take their clothes off they just hang down and I think they're kinda ugly, myself. But small boobs, like yours, hold their shape without a bra and are so much prettier when you take your clothes off. Your boobs are more private -- to be admired by yourself and your lover and not by just anybody. Thank you for sharing your beauty with me." She blushed deeply. "Umm...thank you -- I guess," she said, giggling. She no longer tried to cover herself and I tried to prolong this staring session as long as I could. Linda was watching my cock as it slowly grew and straightened; I was admiring her slim body and my mind was racing ahead with a variety of lascivious thoughts. "How do you make it do that?" she asked, looking at my growing cock, which twitched involuntarily every few seconds. "I don't, you do." "Huh? I'm not doing anything." "You're standing there in front of me, naked and beautiful." "Oh, gee, Mr. Phillips. You must have all kinds of girlfriends prettier than I am." "No. Not really. I date some very pretty women but none prettier than you." Linda blushed again. "So, just taking my clothes off made it do that?" "That's right. When a guy sees a sexy girl and he thinks about doing things with her, his dick gets hard, like mine is doing now." "Wow! I never knew I could make it do that." After a few seconds more of staring at it she asked, "Does it hurt or anything?" "No, my sweet, it feels good when it does that -- especially if the girl he's with starts to touch it and make it feel even better." "Can I touch it?" "I'm hoping you will. But let's sit over there on the sofa. This is a little awkward. Sit next to me." We sat and I took her far hand and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She waited a few seconds before she grasped it gently. "Is this ok?" "Yes. It feels nice." "What should I do now?" "Grip it just like you are -- maybe a little more firmly -- and then move your hand slowly up and down." She began a slow, tentative stroke. "Yes, like that." Her hand felt warm and soft as she pumped by hard cock. "This is called a 'hand-job.' If you do it right -- and long enough -- most guys will cum." "Will you cum?" "Yeah. But I just wanted you to get the feel of it for now. You want to learn about blow-jobs, right." "Yeah, but this is cool, too." "Why don't you get down on the floor and kneel between my knees." She slid off the couch without hesitating. I spread my knees apart and she scooted her cute little body in between my legs. "Ok. Get close enough to hold it again and do the up and down tings like you were before." "Ok." She scooted closer, took hold of me again and resumed her slow stroking. "It looks different from here. I can see your... umm..." "My balls?" "Yeah" "You can touch them, too, if you want." "Maybe later," she said as she contimued to be fascinated by my cock. "Are you ready to begin?" "Yeah. Just kinda help me learn. How should I start?" "Just like in the photos. First, you should just kiss the tip." She looked at me and back at my cock, her hand still making it's slow up and down movement. It felt wonderful but I didn't want to cum before she got her mouth on it." After a few seconds thinking about it she lowered her head and kissed the tip somewhat tentatively. "Like that?" "Yes. Now taste it. Lick it and put it in your mouth. Get to know it better," "Hehe. That's funny." She bent forward again, stuck out her tongue and licked the head. "Taste it. Put it in your mouth. Suck on it." "Mmmmpppffff," she said with my cock filling her mouth. "What'd you say?" She backed away, a little string of saliva still connecting her lips to my wet cock, "I said, 'Tastes nice.'" "See? I told you. So, now, get the whole head in your mouth and suck on it as you move your hand up and down. Move your tongue around on the underside. Suck it like a lollipop." She was sucking like a pro now. Evidently, she had paid close attention to the mpegs earlier. "That's really great, sweetie. Lots of saliva. It's ok to get kinda messy." She was slurping and popping the head of my cock in and out of her mouth as she experimented with some of the things she had seen earlier on my computer. "Cool," she would say now and then when she did something new. I was getting a hundred dollar blowjob here for free. I could feel myself getting close. "I'm gonna cum in a moment. You're doing a great job, Linda, but if you keep going, I'm gonna cum in your mouth." "Oh," she said as she lifted up quickly. "I don't wanna do that." "Ok. So, just keep on with your hand -- or I can finish it." "Maybe you better do it." "All right." I took over with my own hand, stroking myself faster and faster as Linda watched intently. I leaned back as I spurted several gobs of cum onto my chest and then my stomach. White, sticky ropes of cum glistened as they appreared, one by one. Linda watched wide-eyed until the last little bit of my spunk drooled down my hand. "Oh, wow! That's soooo kewl," she shrieked. "That's just AWESOME!" "Try tasting it. Put a little on your finger." "It looks icky." "Yeah, but it tastes good. Well, it doesn't taste bad, anyway." "Susan says guys like girls to let them cum in their mouths. Why is that?" she asked as she delicately scooped a little cum onto her finger. She brought her finger to her nose, sniffed it, then touched the tip of her tongue to it. "Go ahead. It's ok." She looked at me, deciding, then put her finger into her mouth and licked off the gob she had lifted off my stomach. "Guys are most sensitive when they're cumming so, if a girl quits sucking just before he cums, he misses the best part -- having her lips and tongue to stimulate him at the best possible moment." "Mmmmm. Not bad," she said quietly. savoring the taste and fixing it in her memory. "So, it's a better blow job if I swallow it?" "You don't have to swallow it. You can just hold it in your mouth while he's cumming and then spit it out after you've finished. But it's kinda messy if you're in a car or someone's living room so girls usually swallow." "Yeah. I see. It's not bad tasting. I could do that -- I think." "Well, the blow job you just gave me wasn't bad -- for a first time," I lied. "You'll need some practice before you're really good at it," I lied again. She was great, but I wanted an excuse to have her do it again. I continued. "But guys your age like to brag to their friends about whatever sex they get. So you can be sure that, within two weeks or so, everyone will know about whatever you do with a boy from school. Some boys will even claim you did stuff you never did, just because they're anxious to seem all grown up to their friends." "Oh. I wouldn't want that." "I know." Now I wanted to set the hook. "So, if you're gonna give any blow jobs, you better find an older guy or someone who goes to a different school." "I don't know anyone from a different school." "Then it needs to be someone older who won't be likely to brag; someone who will keep it a secret." "Like you and me." "Well, that's not quite what I meant," I lied again, "but, yes. Neither of us can afford to say anything to anyone." "Did you like the blow job?" "Yes, I did. You need some practice to become really good at it but, yes, I liked it. I'd like to do it again." "Really? It was ok? I was worried cuz I liked it -- you taste good... umm..down there." She pointed at my now-limp cock. "Hey! It's all soft again. What happened?" "Guys get soft for a while after they cum. Girls can cum again and again but guys only get one shot and then they need a few minutes to get hard again." "When I touch myself I get all sleepy and relaxed after I cum. I never did it twice." "You never had a guy -- or a girl -- do it for you, did you?" "No." "Do you want to know how it feels?" "Gosh, yes! Could we? I mean, would you mind...ummm... showing me?" "I'd love to. Do you have more time today?" "Sure. I don't have to be home till later this afternoon." "Ok. A guy can do it with his finger or his tongue. A tongue is much better, 'cause it's wet and soft and warm. You've done it with your finger so you know what that feels like. When a guy goes down on a girl, it's pretty much the same as a blowjob -- it feels terrific to the girl, a guy can make her cum BIG TIME(!), and a girl who keeps herself clean tastes really, really good to a guy. Both guys and girls have odors -- sexual attractants -- down there." "So, what do we do?" "Ok. Get up here on the sofa. Slide forward until your butt is right on the edge. Now bring your feet up so your heels are right next to your butt then spread them apart. Hold your ankles if you need to." "You're gonna be lookin' right at me, I mean right at my pee hole." "Yeah, and what's more, I'm gonna be licking it and sucking on it." "Yuck! Isn't that kinda gross?" "Not at all. It's pretty much the same as when you licked and sucked my dick." "I guess so." "... and that wasn't gross, was it?" "No. I liked it." "OK. Same thing." Linda spread for me, her feet wide apart. She looked down to see what I was seeing but the angle was different and she couldn't see much. Nonetheless, she watched me warily as I moved forward. I kissed her inner thigh high up where it's fleshy and sensitive. She drew in her breath. I kissed the other thigh even higher and I heard her suck air in again. I looked at her little pussy as I worked my way up and up and saw how her outer lips had parted slightly to show glossy pink inner lips, already wet with anticipation. I kissed up and down that crease where her leg met her body, avoiding any contact with her pussy. She soon had her hands on the back of my head, trying to guide me to the center, to her sweet pussy. I could smell her delicate sexual scent as her lips swelled and parted more. I licked outside each while she tugged my head. Then I let her have her way as I plastered my face against her pussy, tongue extended and made a slow upward stroke, plowing up through and between those warm, wet lips. "Owwwww!" she panted. I backed off. "Did I hurt you?" "No, no, no. That felt great! I couldn't help it. Do it some more...please." "Hehe. I told you you'd like it." "Please do it some more. That's the best thing I've ever felt." "With your permission, my sweet," I said as I lowered my face back down between her legs. I blew softly on her wet pussy." "That tickles," she said, giggling." "Yes, I know." I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and let it travel upwards in the pink crease between her lips, touching as softly as I could. When I felt her little bump at the top I stopped and flicked it rapidly with the tip. "Oh, shit," she squealed. "I'm sorry. I should talk like that, she added." "It's all right," I said. It's ok to say and do anything you want when you're having sex -- anything, that is, that doesn't hurt your partner." "It's just that it felt so good. Nobody ever told me about guys doing it to girls. This is soooo bitchin', so kewl. Keep going. I'm gonna, like, die if you stop now. Do the little thing at the top some more." "Your clit." "Yeah. Do it some more. That felt better than ever." "I like doing it." I buried my face in her crotch again and gave her all my "A" moves: sucking her clit hard into my mouth and flicking the tip with my tongue, running my tongue the entire length of her slit, bottom to top, blowing cool air on her clit, digging deep into her vagina with my extended tongue -- everything. Her maidenhead prevented me from going too deep. I could see the pink tissue stretched across her vaginal opening with only a couple of little holes in it. Not solid but also not open yet. I decided she was too young for me to break it now. Better leave that to some young boy -- one of many young boys she'll fall in love with over the next few years. So I just ate her pussy in the best way I knew. It wasn't long before she clenched her fists in my hair and pulled my face tightly against her as she thrust her hips up and her body shuddered and then relaxed. She was sloppy wet now with a combination of my saliva and her own juices. She fell backwards against the sofa and let her arms drop to her sides. I looked up to see her eyes staring blankly and a slight sheen of moisture across her brow. Her face was flushed and she was breathing deeply and slowly. I kissed her flared-open pussy gently and rested my head on her leg. "That was the most awesome thing," she said, her eyes closed and her body limp. "Sex is the most awesome thing." "Maybe, but this was way, way better than anyone ever told me." She paused for a few moments, then continued. "Do very many guys do this for girls?" "A lot of older guys do. Younger guys are reluctant to put their faces down there where you pee." "But they like girls to suck their dicks. Isn't it kinda the same thing?" "Yes, it is. Maybe it's just being selfish. I don't know." "Well, I'm gonna make sure any boyfriend of mine does it." "But you don't have a boyfriend right now." "No. Maybe you and I can do this again." "Anytime you want," I answered, smiling inwardly. From where I sat on the floor between ler slim legs, I looked up again at her little pink pussy, glistening and gaping open still. I kissed the insides of her knees again and ran my hands up and down the outsides of her thighs. My nose still perceived her soft, sweet sexual scent as my face was still covered with her luices. "I want to do this again and again, she murmured as I stroked her softly. "Can I come over again next Saturday?" 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I slept fitfully that night, waking frequently, dreaming about being with Monica and anxious about what might happen if I was found molesting a 12 year old girl. I hate that word - molesting. I suspect that half the time the molester and the molestee are interchangeable, that is, who is molesting whom? I had a niece, 14, come on to me at a family gathering when I was 18. First, I didn't feel anything special happened to me when I turned 18. Second, Ginger, my niece, knew exactly what she was doing when she touched me "inappropriately." I didn't think it inappropriate, of course. She did it discreetly but there were too many people around, too many chances to get caught and too many ways word could get back to my family if she bragged to her friends. There was also something missing. Ginger was too aggressive and I missed the feeling of being with someone fresh -- a little naive -- and feeling the rush of exploring new things, new feelings, new sensations. I felt like I was going to be a new notch on Ginger's bedpost. At 14, no less! I think she was fucking anything in pants. Monica was something else, indeed -- shy and untouched as far as I could tell. I got up early, since I wasn't really getting any rest anyway. The day broke fair and sunny, at least in mid-Wilshire. The TV news called for sunny at the beaches, too. I got out a swim suit my mother had made me to wear at the pool back home when I was in high school, a pair of slim boxers she had designed at my request as a substitute for the baggy boxers then in vogue. They fit snugly, with square-cut legs and a flat front. I preferred them to the Speedo style as well -- not so much emphasis on "the package." Besides, my package tended to shrivel up and stick straight out in cold water. The tight slim boxer design kept it in place better. Besides, I looked really good in it. It was Wednesday, the only day I was going to have off until the following Tuesday, almost a week away. I had to see if I could find Monica again. Getting my other swim suit back was almost an afterthought. I wanted to see her again, talk to her, maybe touch her, press my body against hers, hold her hand, kiss her... But what if she didn't come to the beach today? My stomach churned at the thought. I would be reduced to going online to find stories about college guys doing it with Jr H.S. girls to read while I jerked off into paper towels. Damn! I wanted to do that right now but I didn't. For the moment I was enjoying that squirmy feeling in my balls, the half-erection and the endorfin high that contemplation of sex brings me. But, wait, I thought. There's no guarantee that I'll ever see her again, even less chance that I'll see her naked again and, whoa, only the slimmest chance that we'll touch or kiss or bring our bodies together in sexual embrace. So, assuming I do see her again, how do I increase the odds that the rest will happen? Be the kind, protective sort who leads her gently into the world of romantic pleasures; someone she can trust and relax with. Be the wise sage, the keeper of all she wants to know. Woo her with your heart, not your pecker. Your pecker will enjoy the rewards of a slow and soft conquest soon enough. Well, maybe not too slow. I wanted her like I haven't wanted anything in years. But this beautiful girl was only 12. I couldn't approach her in the same way I did the 18 year-old college girls I knew, girls with varying degrees of experience, some more, some less but experience nonetheless. I drove to Santa Monica -- strange, the name Monica in Santa Monica -- about 9:00. I was reading with the sun at my back by 9:30. The day was, indeed, clear and sunny and warm. No Monica, however. About 10:00 I looked up and saw her and one of her friends -- one of the petite blondes -- putting their towels down in the same spot they had been the day before. I'm sure she had seen me. Not many people were using backrests and mine has bright stripes that can be seen for a hundred yards. But she never turned her head in my direction. She had a pair of oversized shorts and a big blouse with a floral print, both of which she soon shucked off to reveal a white bikini. She didn't have quite enough tan to be wearing white yet but the suit itself was spectacular. Rather, the suit made her figure look spectacular. Tiny white triangles enclosed those luscious titties I had seen yesterday and a third triangle barely covered her little pussy. Her folks have seen this suit I wondered? I forced myself to continue reading but my cock was already responding to her curves. I read sporadically, trying to hide my frequent glances in the direction where Monica sat with her friend. She got to her feet after a few minutes and I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she approached. I pretended to be engrossed in my book but, frankly, I don't think I had actually read a single word. "Excuse me." I looked up and she was standing there beside me. "Oh, hi there." She held out a white plastic grocery bag that said "Ralph's" in large red script letters. "I wanted to bring these back to you." I took the bag containing my swim suit from yesterday. "Thanks. I thought you might keep them as a souvenir." She laughed. "No. I'd be in big trouble if my mom found them in my room." "I guess you would. So... you won your dare, eh?" "Yeah." There was a long pause. She neither left nor asked to stay, just stood above me, looking at me. "Ummm," she said, finally, "I'm sorry about yesterday." "Why would you be sorry?" "'cause I shouldna done that." "Done what?" "Go in there while you were...umm...while you didn't have any clothes on." "Don't worry about it. I thought it was kinda fun." "You did?" "Yeah. I don't mind having a pretty girl see me naked. Besides, if you hadn't come in there, I would never have seen you, well, ALMOST naked." She blushed bright crimson. "Yeah. I was really scared," she said, looking down at the sand and twisting herself like an embarassed 4-year-old might. "Why scared?" "'Cause I don't go around getting naked in front of guys, 'specially guys I don't know." "Well, I thought you were were beautiful. I mean I still do, even with your clothes on." She was still standing, looking down at me or, when I said something embarassing, looking off in the distance over her shoulder. "Why don't you sit for a minute?" She said, "Ummmm..." and looked over at where her friend was sitting quietly watching us. "Ok." Apparently, she had some prearranged signal with her friend. I stood and spread my towel for her next to my backrest. She sat crosslegged facing me, modestly keeping her hands down in front of her crotch and hiding it from my prying eyes. "You have a beautiful figure," I told her. She blushed. "Thank you. So do you." She blushed a deeper shade. "Thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me today." "What have people said to you today?" "Nothing. You're the only person I've talked to." She laughed. "You're silly," she said through her smile. She looked down at the sand for a few seconds while the conversation paused. "Could I ask you something?" she asked, finally. "Sure." "You said I had nice boobs." "Yes, I did." "And you really think so? They're so small." "Yes they are. But they have a nice shape." "But people say guys like big ones." "What people?" "All my friends." "Anybody over 15?" "No. I don't talk about stuff like that with older... umm... I mean just my friends." I couldn't help but look at her sitting there, leaning a bit forward, her legs crossed with her feet tucked under the opposite knees, the tops of her breasts puffed upward and inward slightly by the tightness of her bikini top. I felt the familiar throbbing begin between my legs with the accompanying tightening of my balls. It was a good, satisfying feeling that occured at the first hint of sexual possibilities. "Besides," she continued, "nobody ever told me that before." "That your breasts are nice?" "No, that I'm pretty." "I can't believe that. Your Dad must tell you that all the time." "That doesn't count. He's my dad and dads are supposed to say that." "You mean no boy has ever told oyu how pretty you are?" "No. I mean, yes. Never." "That's amazing." "Not really. My parents won't let me date so none of the boys pay any attention to me. They know I can't go out and ... ummm ... you know -- do stuff." "Not even after school?" "No. I have to be home right after school." "But what about now? You come here with your friends." "Yeah. I can go out with my girlfriends but I can't come here alone." "I see. Bummer." "Yeah. So that's why I don't know much about ... umm ... stuff." "That's a shame. Well, you're not going to learn about stuff from the boys you know. If those idiots don't think you're pretty, then there's nothing good you can learn from them. "Yeah." "Didn't you have a health class that covered things like sex?" "Yeah. We had a class in 6th grade but it was really lame." "How do you mean,'lame'?" "Our teacher talked about not getting disease or getting pregnant and stuff. But she never talked about...ummm...you know, doing it." "And you've never had a date?" "No." "How about things like birthday parties?" "Yeah. I've been to parties." "Anything happen there?" "Well, at Joanna's party last year -- she's my friend from school -- a guy grabbed my boob." "Just grabbed it?" "Yeah. We didn't kiss or anything. We were just sitting on the sofa and some of the others were making out and he just reached out and grabbed it." "What did you do?" "Ha, ha," she laughed. I slugged him." "I don't blame you. Do you and your girlfriends talk about sex and stuff?" "Yeah. Some of their mothers told them more than my mom did but nobody knows very much. All we've seen is these really dumb drawings of a man and a woman -- no real pictures. So, when I saw your ...umm.. your dick yesterday, that's the first one I ever saw." Another pause while she thought -- or decided. "After I saw you yesterday I thought maybe we could go on a kind of pretend date or something sometime and we could maybe ... umm ... do some stuff." Her voice was thin and strained as she spoke. She was nervous and rigid as she sat there trying to be oh so cool and casual. She was scared stiff and pretty much just blurted it out, as she had rehearsed it, but faster. "What kind of stuff?" "You know, stuff. Kissing and like that." "And touching?" "Yeah. All the stuff I should know about." My dreams were being answered. "So, how would we do that if you can't go out with guys?" "Like today. I can come here with my friend. That's Carla," she said, pointing to the little blonde sitting not far away. I waved; Carla smiled and waved back. "I told her what I was going to do," she continued. "We can come here and then I can leave with you -- if you want." Did I want??? Holy shit! This little beauty was handing herself to me on a silver platter! "I would like that very much," I said quietly. "I would kiss you now if there weren't so many people watching." "Really?" "Really." "Do you know how to french-kiss?" "Of course." "Would you teach me?" "Not right here." She looked around with a worried look, then her face brightened. She looked down at the sand, grabbed a handful and let it slowly trickle out into a tiny pile in a futile attempt at coyness. "We could go back to the changing room." "Yes, we could but there are more people here today than yesterday so the risk of someone coming in is greater. I think it's not a good idea." She frowned. "But we could go to my place," I continued. "Where do you live?" "On Olympic Blvd in Koreatown." "I don't know where that is. Could you bring me back after?" "Yeah. But I cold also drop you off near your house." "No. I gotta come back with Carly." "Where do you live?" "Westwood." "Ok, then we can meet Carly somewhere near there and you two can go home together like you've been at the beach all day." "Ok. I'll go tell her." Monica jumped to her feet as if she was spring-loaded, spraying sand everywhere -- in my hair, my eyes and all over the stuff on my towel. I watched her slim butt and long legs as she ran over to where Carly sat waiting. Her pony tail swished back and forth and her arms flayed outward from the elbows, not like an athlete but like a girl who has never been taught how to run. She dropped to a sitting position as she reached her own towel, immediately talking and gesturing excitedly with her friend. Soon, she jumped up again and ran back to me, carrying her stuff in a large raffia bag. I watched as she approached, the bag flying at the end of one arm, her beach towel flying from the other. Her breasts were bouncing in her bikini and her pony tail swished back and forth as her long legs made long strides in the sand. To me, she was as sexy as anything I'd ever seen. "She is running to me," went through my mind and I felt that familar tingle again. She dropped to her knees in the sand. "Ok, let's go." We gathered everything and walked through the sand to my car. "So, what's the deal?" "I'm supposed to meet Carly at MacDonald's in Westwood at 4:00. Is that ok?" "Sure." "Should we stop for lunch?" "I brought a sandwich in my bag." "Ok. I'll make one for myself when we get to my place." "Super." I asked about her friends and family, her school, her favorite subjects, her hobbies, everything I could think of to make conversation as we drove. She sat still and rigid in the seat, hands folded in her lap, eyes straight ahead. She was quite willing to talk -- to answer questions, that is -- but she was nervous and afraid to ask anything or start a new conversational thread. Wait. She did ask me where I went to college. When I told her she said, "Ok," and dropped the subject. This was one scared puppy! Her nervousness increased when I parked the car and we walked to my apartment. All conversation stopped and she walked almost furtively, as if someone she knew would see her. Fortunately, I had straightened up that morning on the off chance, the remote chance, that I might be bringing this girl home today. Monica stepped cautiously through the door and stopped two steps inside, cluthing her bag and towel to her chest. "Home sweet home, for me," I said with a sweeping gesture. "It's nice," she said. "It's cheap, but it's clean and quiet." "Ok." "Let's have lunch," I said. The apartment had a chrome breakfast table and chairs. I motioned her toward it. "I'll make myself a sandwich to eat with you. Would you like a soda?" "Yes," she said as she moved towards the table. She sat and watched me put together a cheese sandwich. "You put a lot of mayonnaise on that bread." "I like mayonnaise. The cheese is just so I don't feel guilty about eating just bread and mayonnaise. Well, actually, it does add something." She laughed and relaxed a little. Mayonnaise is one of my pleasures," I said. "What is your favorite food?" "Ice cream." "Any particular flavor?" "Strawberry -- with more strawberries on top." "You really must like strawberries," I said. "I do." She laughed again. She loosened up as we ate our sandwiches and talked, more and more relieved, I think, that I wasn't going to jump her bones. I finally steered the conversation to boys and girls and dating. "My parents said I can't go on a date until I'm 14," she said. "I'll be in high school then. Most of the girls I know already go out with boys. I feel like a freak." "You're a long way from being a freak," I told her. "So, where do your friends go -- on a date." "To the movies, mostly. Sometimes, in summer, they'll go by themselves to the beach." "And what do they do when they're together?" She laughed, more relaxed now. "They make out." "Do your friends tell you about their make-out dates?" "Sometimes." "What do they say they do?" "Kissing, mostly." "What do you mean, 'mostly'?" "I mean they kiss and stuff." "And the 'stuff' is...?" "It's kinda hard to talk about." "Didn't you say you wanted to learn about kissing 'and stuff'?" "Yeah, I guess." "So, what is 'stuff'?" "Umm...do I hafta say it?" "If you want to do it, you have to say it." "Well, sometimes they let the boy touch their boobs." "Feel them up?" "Yeah." "Do they do anything else?" "Umm...yeah, sometimes." "Like what?" "Well, one girl told me she and her boyfriend got naked one day at her house when her parents were gone." "And what did they do?" "She said they touched each other all over." "You mean between the legs?" "Yeah. That's what she said." "And did she like it?" "Yeah. She said it felt really, really good." "Did she let him, you know, put his 'thing' in her?" "No. She said she never did it with anyone. None of my friends have done it." "So, is that something you'd like to do with a boy?" "I think I'd be too scared." "Why?" "'Cause I've never done anything like that." "So, you'd like to do it but you won't because you've never done it?" "Well, I'd just like to kiss and do some of that other stuff first." "Like touching." "Yeah." "Ok. Sounds like you have a lot to learn." "Yeah." "Ok. So you want to learn how to kiss first." "Yeah." "Are you ready?" "I think so. "Ok. Let's go sit on the sofa." I took Monica by the hand and led her, a little reluctantly, to the sofa. I sat and pulled her down next to me. "Are you gonna quit now?" "No. I'm just a little scared, that's all." "Ok. Here's the rules. We don't do anything you don't want to do. I'll ask you if you want to kiss and you say, 'Yes'. If you don't say 'Yes' we don't do it. Ok?" "Ok." "So, do want to kiss?" "Yes." "Do you want to french-kiss?" "Yes." "Ok." I moved closer to her on the sofa. "Let's imagine you're at the movies with a boy -- me. I'll do what every red-blooded american boy would do with such a pretty date." I put my arm over the back of the sofa and on her shoulder. Now, an inexperienced girl will freeze up and go rigid while she's thinking, 'Omigod. What's he gonna do next?' Right?" "I guess," she said nervously as her body froze, her breathing became shallow and labored and her eyes looked straight ahead. "But an experienced girl -- or a girl who really wants to avoid the 'dork' label -- will scoot closer to him, looking briefly at him and smiling. The idea is, there's a dance here. The boy makes a move; not a big move but something to let his date know he wants a little action here. If he's a gentleman, he'll always give her an 'out.' an escape route. If she ignores his arm, or removes it, he knows she's not interested -- or a loser. On the other hand, if she acknowledges his arm with a look and a smile, he knows he can proceed. Got it?" "I think so." "Ok. So now I have my arm around your shoulders. What do you do?" "Well, if it's you, I smile and move closer. If it's some geeky guy from school, I make him put his arm back in his lap." "So? Let's see it." She smiled a little embarassed smirk and scooted up against me. "That's it. You got it." I paused for a few seconds. "We watch the movie for a while." After which I pull her still closer. "Rest your head on my shoulder and relax -- please!" She was getting it now. I felt her body slump a little as she cuddled up to me. "Is that so bad?" I asked. "No," she said quietly. "Are you comfortable with this?" "Yeah." She tilted her head a little to look up at me. "Hold it right there. Don't move." "Ok." "Keep looking at me. Now, if he wants to kiss you he has to move slowly enough that you get the idea before he gets too close. He doesn't want to get brushed off and feel he's made a fool of himself. He wants you to see him coming." With that, I began a slow movement of my head towards her mouth. She stayed put, just as I told her. A little closer and our lips touched. My lips touched her closed lips, her soft, warm, closed lips. I felt a rush. I kissed her ever so softly, holding my lips lightly against hers for perhaps 10 or 15 seconds. A nice kiss, but sterile. I moved slowly back. Her eyes were closed, a good sign. "Was that your first kiss?" "Yes....No. I kissed Tommy Phillips at a party in the fifth grade." "And whose kiss was better, his or mine." "Yours was 'cause he slobbered." "Ouch!" i said, feigning a stab to the heart. Not much of a recommendation for me." "Yours was MUCH better." "Thank you, my dear. Now we need to work on improving the kiss. The father-daughter kiss is either on the cheek or on the lips but definitely with the mouth closed. But the girl-boy kiss at the movies is much more relaxed. Try it again but let your lips part just a little and let them mold to mine." "I'll try." I turned a little more toward her, about halfway. She watched me close for the kiss, only closing her eyes as our lips touched. She was holding her breath. I broke the kiss. "Breathe through your nose." She let out her breath with a great 'whoosh.' "I don't know if I can." "Unless you have a cold, you can." "OK. Let's do it again." Once more I moved in and made contact. Much better. Her lips were soft and warm. I felt her reach around and pull me by the shoulder closer. I held the kiss -- 20 seconds....30 seconds, maybe 40 seconds. It was wonderful. We were holding one another, embracing, if you will, like two experienced lovers meeting for the first time and finding new tastes, smells and lips that were unique. "Wow! she gasped as we finished our long smoldering kiss. "That was sooo cool!" "You like?" "Waaayyy cool. Can we do more of that?" "all you want. I really enjoyed that." "Me, too." We sat there and kissed for maybe 30 minutes. After 10 minutes or so I poked my tongue through my own lips and rubbed it side to side, pressing it between her lips and rubbing the tip against her teeth. "What are you doing?" she asked, with the emphasis on 'doing' in a show of concern. "Trying to show you french kissing." "Oh. You're gonna put your tongue in my mouth?" "That sounds a bit clinical but, yes. What I'm going to do is touch the tip of your tongue with mine." "What do I do?" "You do whatever comes naturally." "Ok." We kissed again and she allowed my tongue to slip between her teeth. She tasted like heaven itself. We sparred a bit, touching tip to tip, but slowly I probed deeper and soon our tongues were wrestling mouth to mouth, the kiss became juicier and our breathing became heavy and ragged. When we finally broke apart, Monica was panting and her face was red. I was panting as well and I had a world-record (for me) hard-on. Geez, how I needed some relief. "Wow," she said between pants. "Whooo! Now I know (pant) why my friends (pant) like to kiss (pant) so much. Can we do it again?" I didn't need to say it. We turned towards each other again; our lips met; our tongues engaged. Instinctively, my hand went to her breast. It wasn't much, through two layers of clothing -- if you count her bikini as clothing -- but it was soft and round and already I could feel her hard nipple. "Wait a minute," she said, breaking our long kiss. "You said you were gonna ask me before you did anything." "Yeah, I did. I'm sorry. I just got carried away. So, I'm asking: "May I touch you there?" She thought for a few seconds, her eyes darting here and there around the room, not really focusing on anything but reflecting momentary indecision. "Yeah. It felt good and I was gonna ask you, anyway." "It'll be a lot better if we take off some of these clothes." "Ok," she said, removing her blouse. She looked at me. "Aren't you gonna take yours off, too?" "Yes. I was hoping you would ask." She giggled as I pulled my T shirt over my head. I stood and shucked off my pants as well. "Let's et you out of those ugly pants, too. Shuch pretty legs shouldn't be covered any more than is necessary." "They're skinny." "They're fantastic!" "How come you always say stuff like that?" "Because I appreciate fine things -- art, music, books and pretty girls. I particularly like pretty girls with no clothes on." "You want me to take my clothes off -- I mean EVERYTHING??" "It's gonna happen sooner or later. If it's sooner we have more time to enjoy one another." "I don't know..." "So, tell me again. You want to learn about kissing and touching ... and stuff, right?" "Yeah." "Ok. We did the kissing part and you seemed to like it., right?" "So now were gonna do some touching and to do that it's best if we have no clothes on. We could do it with shirts and pants and God knows what else, maybe a jacket and some boots. But it doesn't feel like much that way. If we have skin touching skin, you'll find out why making out is so popular. Always has been. Your mother did it when she was your age; her mother did it and HER mother did it. It's a big secret, though. Every parent wants her daughter to wait so she won't have any problems. If a girl's with an older guy who knows what to do, she won't have any problems but she'll learn what the grownups love so much." "Bottoms, too?" "Yeah." "Are you gonna touch me there, too." "If it's ok. That's the best part; the absolute best part." "One of my friends said she let a boy touch her there and she said it was soooo hot. She said her whole body felt good." "She was right. And now it's your turn to find out just how hot it can be. I think you'll want to do it often -- as often as possible, anyway." "Ok." She pulled the side ties, lifted her hips enough to pull the little triangle off and toss it on the floor. "There. You happy now?" Her legs were tight together. I stood again and pulled my swim suit down and off. My cock sprang to attention. "The idea is to make you happy." "Wow! It's all hard now." "You have that effect on me." "Cool. I never did that to anyone before." "You probably have but hadn't noticed." "That's soooo cool." "See what it feels like." She thought about it for what seemed forever before slowly reaching out and wrapping her fingers around it. I was still standing, she was sitting and my cock was eye-level to her. She was able to see it closely. Her fingers were cool against my overheated member as she moved her hand slightly, feeling how the skin slipped but the rod stayed still. "It's soft on the outside and hard on the inside." "It feels nice to a guy when you move your hand like that." "Is that a 'hand-job'?" "Yeah. That's it." "Cool. What do I do now?" "Just what you're doing. Make sure your thumb rubs against the bottomside, right about here." I placed my hand over hers and guided it so that her thumb was touching the glans. "Lift it up and look. There's a little triangle there, where it meets the head. Some people call it a 'helmet.' That little piece of skin right there is the most sensitive part for a guy, sorta like your clit is the magic button for you." She looked up at me and giggled but her hand never stopped. She was concentrating on what she was doing, checking my face and eyes from time to time to confirm that she was doing it right. "So, is this fun?" "Yeah." "This is what making out is all about -- giving pleasure. It's so much better than when you pleasure yourself because you can lie back, relax and enjoy what your partner is doing for you." Her hand continued it's up and down movement as she listened. "Notice I say 'for you,' not 'to you.' Making out is about giving and sharing and it's important to find a man who is trying to please you, not just himself. In seventh grade, most boys are just interested in their own pleasure. They do stuff 'to' a girl, not 'with' her. "What's gonna happen now?" "Well, if you keep doing what you're doing, you're gonna make me cum and I'll end up squirting white stuff all over you." Saying, "Eeeww. I don't want that!" she dropped my dick like it was burning her. "I didn't think so. But now you know what it feels like to hold a guy..." "... and give a hand job." "Right." "Could I have the rest of my Pepsi?" "Sure." I walked, still naked and sporting this giant hard-on, to the dinette and retrieved her half-empty soda. She laughed at how my cock bounced as I walked. "Sorry. I didn't mean to laugh but it's sooo funny to see a guy walking around with a stiffie." "I'm not uncomfortable having you see me and I hope you will soon be comfortable with that beautiful body of yours." "Maybe." "That's part of growing up -- understanding your body and what makes you feel good. "You said you were gonna touch my boobs." "Right. I want to touch them and also kiss them. Is that ok? See, I'm asking." "Yeah. it's ok." I pulled Monica to her feet before I sat. Putting my knees together, I turned her around and had her straddle my legs, sitting on them facing me. She was a little reluctant at first but soon got the idea. I think she was worried about having her legs open and possibly giving me a view of her pussy. I could, in fact, see the faint dark hairs, fine and straight, making a delta-shaped shadow. But all I could see of her pussy was the edges of her outer labia, spread apart a little. She was becoming aroused, I knew, because her sexual odor was now reaching my nose and it was heavy, sweet and exotic, without the astringency common to a lot of older women. She smelled fresh and delicious. We were eye-to-eye, chest-to-chest. I looked into her eyes, holding the gaze until she finally lost the shyness and embarassed attitude and locked her eyes on mine. As she watched me carefully, I moved both hands to her breasts, fingers up, palms open. I placed the heels against her ribs, directly under her beautiful little boobs and lifted them as I slid my hands gently upwards. The feel of her soft flesh against my palms made me twitch again with anticipation. She gasped as her nipples, now hard and standing, felt the soft friction of my hands as I moved upwards against them. "That feels nice," she said in a hoarse whisper. I repeated the movement three or four times, our eyes still locked on one another. Then I encircled each titty with the tips of my fingers and thumbs and slowly drew them together until they met at the nipples. I squeezed the nipples gently. "Ohhhh." "Does that hurt?" "No. It feels good. I like when you do that." Then I opened my hands flat again and very lightly rubbed my open palms in slow cirlcles against her nipples. She closed her eyes and let her back relax, slumping, as she enjoyed the new sensations of someone else's hands touching her. I put my arms around her and leaned forward, leaning her backwards a little until I could take one sweet titty in my mouth. I sucked it in my wide-open mouth and quickly flicked her nipple with my tongue. She gasped, "Ohhh!" I felt her hands on the back of my head, her fingers grasping my hair. She pulled me gently to her, adjusting the pressure my mouth was making on her breast to suit her. "That feels sooooo good. Do the other one, too." I switched my mouth to the other breast, getting most of it in, as I sucked it and worked at the nipple. "Ohmigod, ohmigod. That's so totally cool when you you do that." She arched her back, throwing her head back and pushing my mouth hard ahainst her titty. My cock was straining uncomfortably and scrunched down under her butt.. With great effort, I pulled away. "Don't stop! Don't stop! she pleaded. "I gotta, sweetie." My cock is trapped down there under your butt." "Oh," she said simply, looking down between her legs. She lifted up slightly and I reached down and retrieved it letting it rest in the groove between her pussy lips. "All better now?" "Yes. Much better," I answered. I thrust my hips forward and back a few times so that my hard cock slid up and down in her wet groove. "Oooh. That feels nice," she cooed and she began to shift her bottom to match my movements, amplifying the sensations. "You really know what to do." "It comes with experience, my sweet. You do something that feels especially good, you remember what it was and do it again the next time. The pleasure grows with experience." "Is it ever better than this?" "It can be, with practice." "I wanna practice a lot!" she gasped, never stopping her to and fro movements. "You're rubbing your thing against my...umm..most sensitive part and it feel so very good. Much better than when I do it with my fingers." "Seems to me it's YOU rubbing YOUR thing against MY most sensitive part." "Yeah, I guess." "And it feels great!" "Cool. I like doing it." She was riding me like a pony now, her hands on my hips to support herself. I was getting close to cumming again when she suddenly slumped and stopped her movement. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh. Freakin' great!. She ground her pussy hard against my cock and stopped. I could feel her sloppy cunt surrounding my cock on both sides. I wasn't in but she had been running her groove up and down along the underside as gobs of her slimy juices cascaded down onto me and the sofa. Monica leaned forward, put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately; a real kiss, her version of a very hot, woman's kiss, not a little-girl kiss. "That was the best orgasm I ever had -- ever! she gushed. I don't know which wa sbetter -- when you sucked my titties or when I rubbed my thing against your thing. I wanna do both of 'em every day!" "We can't." "I know, but I wish we could." ** ** ** Whew! I'm running out of breath and I haven't come close to telling you the whole story. I need to rest a while before I continue. If you've enjoyed tis tale so far, write me and let me know. I haven't written down the rest yet but your encouragement will get me going sooner rather than later. Read all my stories at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/cyberguy (Copy and paste this address into the address window at the top of your browser window.) Needless to say, this story belongs to me. You can share it with friends but son't rip it off for any kind of personal gain without my written authorization. -------------------------- I write, usually about a young girl and an older man, for my own pleasure. My stories usually have a kernel of an actual event in them but they are sheer fantasy. 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Four Sisters, Part 2 (Mffgg slow) This never happened. I wish it had, but it's all fiction. The girls exist but none of this ever happened. So, read and enjoy but remember, it's MY fantasy, not yours. Please don't steal my fantasy without my permission. Secondly, no one ever writes to tell me they liked my story. Well, ALMOST no one. I get maybe one acknowledgement for every 1,000 people who read my stories. PLEASE write to tell me what you liked or didn't like and help me become better at this. Besides, I like to have my ego stroked. A REALLY nice letter from a really sexy girl might even get me off. Wanna try? --------------- Part 2 ------------------------- I had to make two trips to Home Depot to bring home four chaise longues in my little SUV but I did it with a song in my head -- "Most Happy Fella," from the musical I had recently seen a revival of. I found patio lights, too, but they were for another time, another purpose. I also stopped at the Soriana across the street and bought some tuna, celery and crackers with the idea of having ingredients handy for tuna salad, if necessary. I was up at dawn the next morning, showered and shaved by 7:00. I was so sexed up with anticipation that I went online and read erotic stories for two hours to try to quiet the buzz between my legs. I should know better. Those stories just make it worse. I should be reading History of Western Civilization or something like that. I was rubbing myself through my shorts pretty regularly for the next couple of hours. It was still foggy at 9:00 but, being the optimist, I shucked my clothes and put on my robe and went outside with my breakfast. It was still cool but quite comfortabe in my robe eating my eggs and toast and orange juice. The sensation, after four years of college dorms and squalid, low-rent apartments, was overwhelming. I was sitting in a private tropical glade and could do pretty much anything I wanted with no apprehension whatsoever. Anything that didn't make too much noise, that is. Making love included. And my little paradise was the perfect setting -- romantic, private, inviting. The sun appeared about 9:30. I read an old newspaper in the shade of the palapa, not wanting to fry myself prematurely while waiting for the girls. Ten o'clock came and went; eleven, twelve passed as I finished the paper, dozed in my shaded chair for a while. My butt was sore. I heard the knock a little after noon. Thank God! The girls all looked like they had swallowed canaries when I opened the door. They looked both ways down the street. "Can we come in," Chrissy asked. "Of course." They all piled through the door, jostling each other to get out of the street quickly even though there wasn't a soul in sight. "We couldn't figure out what to tell mom," Chrissy continued. "So we just told her we were going to the beach." "That's fine," I said. "This will be your beach today." "Hey!" Jill shouted. "Look! There's four chairs here." The others acknowledged her, then we all just stood around, no one knowing how to make the next move. "We brought towels," Chrissy said. "I noticed," I replied. "Good thing, too, 'cause I forgot to buy more." "That's ok," she said, looking somewhat lost. We continued to stand there. They were all dressed in two-piece suits with unbuttoned shirts over -- two flat-chested girls in their little-girl swim suits, one girl with nice little bumps and the fourth, Chrissy, with an outstanding rack packed into a very modest bikini, something her mother had undoubtedly approved before buying. It was starting already, that quivering down there. "So," I said at last, breaking the ice, "who wants which chaise?" "Which one is yours?" Jill asked. The two middle girls, the reluctant ones, had yet to utter a sound. "Why don't you take that one?" Jill said, pointing to one that was flanked by two others on each side. "I want this one," she exclaimed, pointing to one next to the one she had assigned to me. No shrinking violet, this one. "That's fine," I said. "Whatever you're comfortable with." I started to loosen the tie on my robe. "Could we....I mean, would it be ok if we left our suits on at first," Mary, with the bumps, asked. She wasn't comfortable with her new self yet, it seemed or very likey was not comparing favorable to Chrissy in her own mind. It was an awkward age for her. "Sure," I told her. "Remember, when you're here you don't do anything you're not comfortable with and you do anything you want. Well, except burn the place down; I don't own it." They all laughed and moved to claim their chaises. Jill took her shirt off, untied her top and stepped out of the bottoms. Her skinny little body didn't have much tan yet and just the vaguest outlines of where her suit was. Chrissy spread her towel on her chaise -- the nearest to me opposite Jill -- and then froze. I could almost hear her heart beating in panic as she wrestled with the idea of uncovering those luscious breasts in front of me. Adventure finally won out. She pulled the string that tied her top with one hand, held it in place with the other while she fought her inner battle, the battle where you decide to go against what everyone has been telling you: don't let guys see your boobies 'til you're married -- or something like that. Nature won and religion and repression lost. The hands came down and two of the most perfect breasts known to mankind appeared in front of me. I didn't want to embarass her by staring, so I only got a brief view but that initial sighting is still chiseled into my memory. I lay back and watched the two brunettes, Mary and Katie, remove only their shirts before arranging their towels and themselves on their respective chaises. Chrissy had her eyes closed, her hands at her sides. She was serious about the tanning thing it seemed. Jill, on the other hand, propped herself up on one elbow, facing me and said, "How come your thingy isn't hard today?" "I guess it's just tired," I fibbed. I didn't know what else to say. Truth was, I was scared shitless of running the girls off by grossing them out with a massive hard-on. I was doing everything I could to keep it soft and to move things along slowly. Jill had no such plans, however. "What would happen if I touched it?" she asked. "It would probably get hard. It likes being touched by a girl." "Can I touch it?" she continued. Geez, she wasn't going to let up. "If you wish. Remember, I said you could do anything you wanted here." "Yeah, I remember." She got up and came over beside me. Kneeling, she reached out slowly and touched the shaft with the tip of one finger. It bobbed. "Oooh," she shrieked. "That's so cool. Can I do it again?" "As much as you like -- until one of us gets tired." "I won't get tired. This is really neat. I can make it jump just by touching it with one finger," she said happily, her face showing that trademark devilish grin. . Her comments drew the attention of the other three girls, who turned to see what she was doing. She touched it again and again, each time causing it to jump a little. And it began to grow. "Wow!" she exclaimed as she watched it. "It's getting bigger." "Cool," said Katie. Chrissy and Mary watched but kept silent. They knew more about such stuff than the two younger girls. How much more, I wasn't sure. "Let me try it," Katie said as she came around Jill and pushed her aside. "Ok," Jill said. "You do it once and then I get to do it again." Katie touched it right about at the glans, the most sensitive part, and it bounced a couple of inches, being almost hard now and super-sensitive. "Wow!" Katie said, proud that she had caused it to behave like that. "It's really big now," she added. "So, why does it do that?" she asked, looking back and forth between my face and my hard dick. "When a girl touches it or rubs it it gets all excited. Girls get excited, too -- They get wet down there -- when a guy rubs them -- or when they rub themselves. But it's more fun if a guy does it. And they have a little spot there that gets hard, just like my dick does; and it gets very sensitive and feels really, really good." Jill reached between her legs and rubbed for a few seconds, rolling her eyes in deep concentration as she did. "I don't feel anything," she said. "Maybe not," I told her. "It might be a couple of years before you're old enough to feel it. My dick didn't grow or move when a girl touched it when I was your age. It'll happen." "Try it, Katie," Jill told her. "Rub yourself down there." Katie, now more curious than embarassed, reached between her legs and rubbed for a few seconds without showing any signs of discovery. "You have to take your clothes off," Jill told her, as if she knew. Katie wasn't too sure about that. "Go on, chicken. I took mine off," Jill taunted. After a few moments of indecision, neither saying 'No' nor complying with Jill's demand, Katie undid her top and the ties at the sides of her bikini bottom. There were now three naked girls in my yard. I felt compelled to ensure Katie did it right. I rubbed the side of one of my index fingers with the tip of the other to show her how she should rub herself. "Use just the side of your finger," I said. "Rub softly right in that crease there between your legs. Be gentle." She tried, rubbing gingerly for perhaps 30 seconds. "I don't know if it's working," she said. "Is it getting slick?" I asked. "I don't know." "I'm pretty good at it, if you want me to show you how," I said. She stood mute. "I'm sure the two older girls get wet when they rub themselves but I don't know if you're old enough yet." This was now a challenge to her maturity. "Ok. You try it," she said at last. The two older girls were now quite attentive and curious to see what I did, to see if I had some new method they hadn't discovered yet, some new way to pleasure themselves. I sat up and motioned for Katie to sit beside me. "Open up a little bit," i commanded her. She spread her legs slowly and cautiously. I knew what it must have been like for her to open her legs to a guy she had known less than a day and, more daunting, do it in front of her sisters, two of whom were much more mature than she, with full bushes and titties. Katie was plainly scared. For the others it was more academic than erotic. The younger girls' lack of experience gave them little clue to what was likely to happen, or not. The older girls undoubtedly knew how to touch themselves but, up to now, it had been strictly trial and error, with no one to guide them. For them it must have been a combination of erotic and academic interest. Mary still had her clothes -- well, her bikini -- on; Chrissy was sitting up watching intently, not so much protectively as curiously. I still hadn't had much of a chance to please my eyes with the sight of her flawless, sexy young body. But I was now intent on Katie's erotic zone. Showing her how I wanted her legs open, I rubbed my hand very lightly up and down the inside of her near thigh, reaching almost but not quite to the apex and stimulating one of the most sensitive areas on a girl's body. I watched her face for signs of progress -- or trouble. She closed her eyes: progress. I studied her little pussy, still a little-girl pussy with no obvious pudenda, a fat little peach with a deep groove and a few fine straight hairs looking more like a five-o'clock shadow than a bush. I teased her with fingertips barely brushing her inner thighs, only inches from her slit. "That tickles," she giggled. "I know, but it feels nice, doesn't it?" "Yeah. It's a nice tickle." I kept my thumb out of the way as I let my hand continue up to her slit and, very gently, dragged the edge of my index finger from just next to the thumb out to the very end along and between her labia. "Oooh," she exclaimed. "Do you feel that?" I asked. "Yeah," she answered, as a slight smile appeared. I continued to saw back and forth with the edge of my finger with just enough pressure to split the labia. I began to feel moisture and her cleft became somewhat slippery. "How does it feel?" I asked once more. "It feels good," she said. "Do you feel how it's getting wet?" "Yeah. Keep doing it!" she told me. "Lemme try! Lemme try!" Jill demanded, pushing my hand out of the way and stepping between Katie and me. "No fair!" Katie yelled. "Wait your turn!" "Hey, girls," I said. "There's plenty of time and lots to learn. We don't have to do everything today. Why don't we just get some sun for a few minutes and then continue tomorrow. We can't stay too long or we'll burn." Jill and Katie reluctantly agreed and peace returned to #9 Calle Victor Ruiz. The day ended about 30 minutes later when I announced that we were at risk of turning into pink lobsters. Three girls were buck naked; the third seemed to be thinking about it. I was happy as a clam. I had made great progress in one day, much more than I had dreamed. The girls dressed and left, promising to return "to the beach" tomorrow afternoon. Chrissy said she wanted to bring Cha-Cha by in the morning for his playtime. I thought that was a terrific idea since it would get the two of us together alone. After I had closed the gate after them I brought my hand to my face and sniffed the side of my index finger where it had been pleasuring Katie. MMmmm, I thought. Nature's own perfume. One of them, anyway. My two favorites are the scent of a rose and the scent of a young girl's pussy when she's aroused. They are unique in the world. I slept little that night, my minding turning over plan after plan for getting Chrissy into the sack. Hell, for that matter, getting ANY of them into the sack. Jill, though only eight, would be my second choice. I knew she was too young for full sex with penetration, I think anal is gross but I love oral sex and THAT she could do -- and probably very well, given her enthusiasm. I recognized that it was her unbridled enthusiasm that had moved things along today and I wondered if she really was capable of getting wet down there at her age -- in the right hands. Who knows? I've never tried anything with a girl her age or younger. Until today, or a couple days ago, I never would have considered it. I finally drifted off to sleep after I decided that, like today, I would just relax and let things run their course. I already had a good helper in Jill, whose motives weren't suspect as mine must be. Jill just wanted to have fun and that was the same attitude I wanted all the girls to adopt. Chrissy came by with Cha-Cha around ten. While Cha-Cha was pooping in a flower bed at the back of the garden, Chrissy and I sat at the table under the palapa. I had a coffee already poured. "Can I get you something? Coffee, a Coke, hot chocolate?" "Could I have coffee?" she asked. "I've never tried coffee." "Sure," I said. "But it's an acquired taste. I started to drink it in college to stay awake and, at first, I thought it was terrible. I tried adding cream and that was worse. I added sugar and that was really yucky. I finally figured out that I should add just the slightest touch of sugar -- just enough to take the bitter edge off it -- and then it was really good. I also discovered that most people make it too weak. Weak coffee tastes like, pardon the expression, shit." She laughed. "Let me have some the way you like it -- maybe half a cup." "Sure enough." I put perhaps a tenth of a teaspoon of sugar in a cup poured half a cup for her. As I put the cup in front of her I said, "You're at an age where you're trying new things, exciting things. Coffee is just one of them. You may like it or not; everyone's taste is different. You do what you like again and again and you stop doing what you don't like after the first time." "Like sex?" she asked. Unfortunately, I was in the middle of a sip of coffee when she asked it and I sprayed coffee everywhere. Very uncool! "Yes," I sputtered and coughed. "Sex is a good example." "I've never done sex," she said matter-of-factly. She took a sip of her coffee. "Hmm," she said after tasting it carefully. "Not bad. Not good but not bad." "So you don't know about sex, either, then." "No. I've never had anyone who could teach me without making me feel like a real idiot or else making me do stuff I didn't like. You made me feel ok about taking my clothes off yesterday and that's something I NEVER thought I'd do. And Katie didn't even want to come at first, then she didn't want to take her clothes off but then you were touching her in a place that would have totally freaked me out when I was her age and she was enjoying it." "That's very nice of you to say, Chrissy, and I know you mean it." "I do. I wanted to talk to you alone today because I want to learn all about sex and I want to learn it from you." "Wow. That's so sweet of you, Chrissy. I'm flattered and I appreciate it. I have to tell you something, though. Girls your age fall in love with older guys who give them pleasure. But it's just that: pleasure. It isn't love -- not the marry-me-I'm-yours-forever kind of thing. Love makes sex better but sex is terrific even without love. It feels good. It feels REALLY, REALLY good. It feels better than anything and it makes your body seem to float on clouds. I don't know about drugs. Maybe they do that, too, but sex is a lot cheaper and less dangerous and, as far as I'm concerned, is the greatest pleasure possible. So, can you do this without making it a love kind of thing?" "Sure," she said without hesitation. "You say that too quickly. You need to realize that there's a hundred guys out there, maybe a few thousand, who could do for you what you're asking me to do. I'm not unique. I'm not husband material, I'm just a very good lover. Will you think about it for a day or so?" "So, you don't want to do it?" she said quietly. "That's not what I said. Look there's a hundred reasons why I shouldn't and only one reason why I should. "What's that?" "I think you're sexy as hell." "So why won't you just do it?" "Well, first, you're jail-bait. You must know what happens when a guy my age is discovered doing sex stuff with a girl your age." "Yeah." "What if your parents found out?" "They won't find out." "What if one of your sisters says something?" "They can keep a secret." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I guess." "It's a very tricky thing you're asking me to do, as much as I'd like to." I had popped her bubble, not completely but enough to take away the feeling of elation that she had expected. I think she had wanted and expect me to jump her bones at the first offer but I didn't want a 14 year-old girl head over heels in love with my dick -- or my tongue. I wanted a 14 year old girl who enjoyed the time we would spend together and then continue her life with a better understanding of sexual pleasure than most teens, male or female, have. And, I didn't want to ruin her life with an unwanted pregnancy, as might happen in the back seat of a car with some guy her own age. "So you don't wanna do it?" she said softly, her eyes pleading. "I want you to to think about it." "I already thought about it, she said, tears forming in her eyes." She looked away to find her dog. "C'mon, Cha-Cha," she called. As she was hooking the dog's leash I asked, "Are we still ok for today?" "Yeah," she said, without much enthusiasm. "And will you come by yourself, maybe tomorrow?" "I don't know," she answered in the same flat tone. Her romance hadn't gotten off the ground as she wanted. "Do I get a hug?" "Ok," she said and came to me. We wrapped our arms around each other. Oh, how great her boobs felt pressing against my chest. She was taller than I thought or else she was standing on tiptoe. I thrust my hips forward until I felt my now-stiff member pressing against her pelvis. We clutched at each other for almost a minute. I felt her body shudder with a sob just before she turned away toward the gate. She didn't turn to look at me as I opened it but said, "C'mon, Cha-Cha" and headed down the street. I felt terrible. Besides, I had probably blown the whole thing. I had to get my mind off Chrissy so I walked the several blocks to the beach and stood at water's edge for half an hour skipping rocks off the surface of the water without ever freeing my mind of the thought that I had lost the most exciting thing, the most exciting person, I had ever known in my young life. Yes, it was just lust if lust, when you're in the throes of it, can be modified with "just." Lust is a superlative. It is all-encompassing, crushing, smothering, blinding and yet gloriously uplifting experience. It's a hunger, a thirst, a desire, an itch. It takes your breath and your reason. It is addictive. I wanted her. Throwing rocks at the ocean does no good. By the time my arm got tired I had come the conclusion that what would be would be and that I should just continue to do whatever seemed like a good idea at the time and things would work out. I had discovered way back, probably in high school, that "Yes" is the right answer 90% of the time. Meanwhile, I had four honeys coming to see me that afternoon. It was after two when they arrived, three of them, anyway. Jill said that Chrissy wasn't feeling good and wasn't in a good mood. "She gets like that when she has her "monthlies," Jill explained. I knew the real reason. "But we're here," she added, smiling brightly. "Can we take off our clothes now?" "Sure," I said. I was already in my robe. "But, like yesterday, we can't stay out in the sun more than about 45 minutes at first. After we've built up a tan we can stay out all day." "Yay!" Jill squealed and dropped her bathing suit before the sound of the word had faded. Katie took a little more time. Mary spread her towel on the chaise she had chosen and turned her back to the rest of us. I watched as she brought her hand up behind her back and pulled the tie of her bikini bra. She dropped it next to the chaise and then pulled the bottoms off slowly. Without looking at any of us, she laid down on her stomach. I got just a glimpse of her small conical, young-teen breasts as she lowered herself. Katie sat facing me. "Can we do some more of what we did yesterday?" she asked. "You know, the sex stuff?" "Of course," I answered. "But what we did yesterday wasn't really sex; it was pleasure." "But you were touching me, you know, down there. Isn't that sex?" "Not the way I see it. Sex is when a guy puts his thing in a girl's vagina. What we were doing was just pleasure." "What's the difference?" Katie asked. "Well, touching doesn't make babies, for one thing. Kissing doesn't make babies. Sex is very specific; pleasure is a lot of things. Eating ice cream is pleasure. Listening to music or reading or looking at paintings are all pleasures. Hugs and kisses and massages and singing are pleasures." "So, if you rub my cootchie it isn't sex?" Katie continued. "No. It's pleasure -- but it's not one of those things you want to go talking about to anyone else. People have very funny ideas about what is sex and what isn't, just like you did a minute ago." "Oh," she said. "So we can do it some more?" "Sure. Any time you want. We can do all sorts of things. Some days maybe we can eat ice cream. Another day we might give each other massages." "I've never had a massage," Katie said quietly. I could see she was trying to grasp the idea and imagine what it might be like. "Would you like me to give you a massage?" "Ok. But then could you rub my cootchie again? I tried it last night but it didn't feel as good as when you did it." "I'll be happy to. Massage first, rub cootchie after. Actually," I added, "the massage and the rubbing can be all part of the same 'pleasure'. I'll rub your back, your front and then your legs, ending with your cootchie." "Cool," she said. Jill and Mary were listening intently, Mary lying face down with her head on her hands facing me, Jill sitting cross-legged on her chaise. I could see Jill absently rubbing herself slowly. "Lie face down," I told Katie. She did. Jill turned enough to face Katie, still sitting cross-legged and playing with herself. "Wet your finger," I told Jill. "Lick it. Never rub yourself dry." She stuck her finger in her mouth and then back between her legs. "Yeah," she said. "This is better." I removed my robe and sat straddling Katie's legs, my hands on her shoulders. Not much meat on those bones. I kneaded the muscles at her shoulders and neck and between her shoulder blades. "That feels good," she said, wistfully. I rubbed down along her spine and then both sides just above her hips. I could feel how they were developing, no longer spindly little-girl hips and just beginning to become curvy woman hips, giving definition to her waist. Girls have angles, women have curves, unless they're anorexic. Then I slid lower and moved my hands to her tiny but furm butt. I squeezed and kneaded, first her butt, then her thighs and calves. Finally, I rubbed her feet and each toe separately. "This is soooo cool, Mary. You've got to try it." Mary watched but said nothing. "I wanna be next," Jill chirped. "Maybe we can try some other things with you," I told her. "Ok," she said. She was definitely a 'Yes-Girl.' "Ok," I said to Katie. Turn over. I stood to allow her to turn and lie on her back. This time I folded my robe and knelt on it beside her. She was damp with perspiration from the heat. I started at her knees, using thumbs and fingers to dig around the kneecaps and then up the fronts of her thighs, working my way along her hips and then to her arms. I gave her a brief rub both above and below the elbows and then both sides of her neck. Before long, she was limp and breathing slowly and deeply, on the edge of sleep. I moved my hands down from her shoulders to her little buds, moving my hands in circles so that the centers of each palm brushed as lightly as possible against her nipples, which became instantly hard and rose like stubby little fingers above her aureoles. I spread my fingers and thumbs around each little mound, then drew them together until they met at the nipples. "Ooooh," she sighed. Again. And again a soft little "Ooooh." I leaned down and took the nearer one between my lips and kissed it, using my tongue to flick the nipple. this got an instant "OHHHH." She tensed and her shoulders came off the mat. Raising up again, "Relax," I told her. "I couldn't help it," she said, falling back to the chaise. "That felt sooooo good." Jill and Mary were watching every move. Mary had moved one hand under her breast and I suspect was pinching herself there. "Do that some more," she said. It was a demand but said softly and dreamily. I leaned over to reach her far breast with my mouth, encircled it with my lips and sucked it in. There wasn't a lot to suck on but what there was was incredibly sensitive as her body froze again and her hand grabbed the back of my head and instinctively pulled my mouth tighter against her little nubbin. "OMIGOD!" she gasped. I flicked her nipple with my tongue as I slowly slid my hand down her tummy and across her pelvis. I lightly dragged one fingertip along each of the little creases where her legs meet her body, pushing down alongside her vulva but not touching it. She spread her legs slightly, passion overtaking modesty. I trailed my fingertips through the fine hair appearing on her delta. So soft. Still sucking and flicking her nipple, I moved my hand down along the inside of her thigh and just let my fingertips graze the surface of the flesh there. She spread her legs wider. Moving slowly upward, down deep on the underside of her thigh, I trailed my fingers upward and outward until my middle finger split her slit. She was already wet! I could feel the slick inner labia with my finger. She uttered a "Mmphh" sound and pushed her hips higher to meet my finger. I pulled my finger upward through her wet groove until it met her little clit. I never actually felt the clit but suddenly her legs clamped together and her hand grabbed mine as she sucked in her breath in a loud "WWHHOOOFF." I froze as she held me there for several seconds. She said nothing and then slowly relaxed, opening her legs again and letting her hand lightly rest on mine, ready to stop me whenever the sensation became too great. I turned my hand so that the heel was resting on her mound then curled my middle finger so that it sunk down into her soft moist interior. I drew my hand upwards, dragging my finger against her clit, by now a hard nub, and again her legs slammed shut and her light grip became vice-like. "What are you doing there?" she begged. "This is your clitoris. It's probably the most sensitive pleasure spot in your body." "Yeah," she snorted. "Wow! That's too much." "Did I hurt you?" "No, silly. It didn't hurt, it felt good. But it's like when I eat ice cream and I swallow it too fast and I can feel it all the way down." "So that's what it's like when a really good lover rubs your cootchie." "Wow. I'm exhausted -- and I never did anything. I just lay here." "I think you had an orgasm, sweetie." "I did? I never had one before." "You know what one is, don't you?" "Yeah. Chrissy told me how she gets 'em but I never had one." "Well, it's always easier and better if someone else does the rubbing for you." "I GUESS!" "Will you do me now?" Jill asked. "Sure," I said. "I'm going to do you a little differently but we'll start with the massage." "I want you to rub my cootchie, like you did Katie." "I will but I'll show you an even better way." "Ok," she said, always the 'Yes' girl. "How about you, Mary," I asked. "I'm ok," she said. "Your back has probably had more sun than it needs right now. Time to turn over." "In a minute." "Ok, Jill," I said. "Lie on your stomach and I'll rub your back and legs first." She flopped down as instructed and I straddled her, as I had done with Katie. Jill couldn't have been over 80 pounds. She was this petite, bony thing with pale skin, a tiny butt and skinny legs. I started with her shoulders and couldn't find a whole lot of muscle to massage. I did her neck for a minute, rubbing my thumb into the hollow at center-back and up under the skull. "That feels nice," she mumbled, her face down against the mat. "Turn your head to the side and rest it on your hands," I told her. "Ok. I can feel your thingy on my butt," she said. "How come it isn't hard?" "Well, I guess I'm not thinking sexy thoughts." "You were hard while you were rubbing Katie," she whined. "Well, I'll probably get hard when I'm rubbing your cootchie, too." "Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked as I slid down and began to knead ber butt. "Very." "Why?" she asked. Geez, she had me there. "Well, you've got a cute little butt and your cootchie looks good enough to eat." "But I don't have any titties yet. Can I be sexy without titties?" "Sure you can." I was rubbing her tiny legs, working towards her feet. Fortunately, she gave up on the 'Am I sexy' thing. I was running out of answers and I certainly didn't want to say something that would ruin any chances I had with her older sisters. Most of all, I didn't want to come across as the pervert I thought I was becoming. I rubbed her toes and then asked her to flip over on her back so I could do her front. She immediately spread her legs wide. I knelt between her feet and rubbed upwards along the fronts of her thighs to her pelvis and then reached up to pinch her tiny nipples. "That feels good," she volunteered. I slid my hands down her sides and along the outsides of her thighs to the knees. "I'm going to do this a little differently," I told her. "Different how?" she asked, lifting her head to see my face? "You'll see. Just relax and enjoy." She dropped her head back down and I felt her thighs and stomach relax. Mary and Katie had rolled onto their sides, one on either side of Jill and me and were watching intently. I knelt at her feet, between her legs and rubbed the fronts of her little thighs vigorously in repeated upward strokes from her knees to a short distance below her crotch, thumbs along the insides, fingers outside. Then I let only my fingertips glide along the sensitive inner thighs, very high up, almost touching her bald little peach. It seemed to be open just a fraction of an inch, not enough to be sure she was reacting. I thought I could detect a bit of moisture but then I might have just been optimistic. No matter. After a minute or so of hearing her complain, "That tickles. Do it more," I leaned forward, supporting myself on my hands and arms on the chaise and lowered my mouth to her little pussy. I extended my tongue so that only it touched her cleft. "HEY!" she fairly shouted. She brought her knees up against my chest and pushed my head back with her hands. "What was that?" "That was my tongue." "Your tongue" she asked, incredulous. "Yes, my tongue." She sat up, leaning against her elbows. "Why did you put your tongue there?" "To lick your cootchie." "Why would you lick my cootchie?" "Because I know it feels good when a guy licks a girl's cootchie. Didn't it feel good?" "Wellllll... yeah. But you surprised me." "So, now that you know what I was doing, are you ok with having me do it some more?" "I don't know. It scared me and I moved too fast. Do it some more and I'll tell you. Is this more sex stuff?" "Not sex, sweetie, pleasure." "Oh, yeah. Pleasure stuff." "Right. Now open up if you want more. Bring your knees up and apart, that's the best way." She did, but almost reluctantly. "It doesn't taste bad when you do that?" Katie asked. "Not at all." "Doesn't it taste like pee or anything?" she continued. "No...well, sometimes. But a little pee doesn't taste bad. Besides, girls make this special goo when a guy pleasures them that washes away any pee. That's the stuff you felt down there, the slippery stuff that makes you feel wet." "Oh," she said, reaching between her legs. "C'mon," Jill said, impatiently. "I got my legs apart. Are you gonna do it or what?" "Right now, sweetie." I saw Katie gently rubbing herself. Jill's knees were spread wide and little slit was open a bit, showing just a hint of pink. I knelt again between her legs. I noticed as I lowered my face to her that there was no female odor, no pheromones. That would come in a few years, apparently. As I drew near, she lifted herself up on her elbows to watch. I winked and she smiled, then I used my thumbs to spread her puffy labia. Lots of pink in there. My tongue met her pussy; I wiggled it up and down in the folds of shiny pink interior and her body reacted by tensing slightly. I watched her face as she watched me. Katie had gotten off her chaise and was kneeling next to us, intent on what we were doing. Still holding her open, I drew my face and tongue upwards to see if I could find a clit. Suddenly Jill's hips came up and her legs closed tightly against my head. BINGO! "Wow!", she squealed. "What did you do there?" "I found your little sex button." "What's a sex button?" "Open your legs, sweetie; you've got me trapped here." She did. "There's a little spot that all girls have that feels really, really good when you touch it -- even better when a guy touches it with his tongue." "Wow! Cool!" "Could you show me mine?" Katie asked. "How about tomorrow, guys. You still don't have enough base tan to stay out very long." "What if we go inside?" "That would work." Mary sat up, her forearm covering her small breasts. "I don't wanna go inside. I think I'll go home." "YOU CAN'T GO HOME!" both Katie and Jill shouted. "Why not?" "'Cause we're all together 'at the beach,' that's why," Katie told her sternly. "Then we all have to go," Mary said quietly, fastening her bikini bottoms. Her little titties hung down as she bent over to pick up her bra. When she straightened to put it on, her breasts were small and pointed -- small narrow cones with puffy nipples. Not the prettiest I've seen but still inviting -- suckable. Now her reluctance to go naked in front of me made sense. She needed some major confidence support. "Shit!," little Jill said. "You always ruin things." Jill was in a major snit now and her temper showed. She was very dramatic in the way she dressed herself, showing her great displeasure with every overdone move. Katie was stoic, rolling with it. "Can we all hug?" I asked when they were ready to go. Katie and Jill wrapped their arms around me; Mary stood back. "C'mon, Mary," I said to her, extending an arm. She joined the hug briefly, not real friendly but giving in to manners. "Can we come back tomorrow?" Katie asked. "Sure. Any time you want." "How 'bout after lunch?" she added. "I'll be here, I said as I let them out." ------------------------------- To Be Continued ------------------------------ Read all my stories at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/cyberguy (Copy and paste this address into the address window at the top of your browser window.) Needless to say, this story belongs to me. 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I grew up living in an apartment. My folks never had the money to buy a house, which is why I struggled and saved to buy one for myself as soon as I had the chance. A house in the suburbs with a lawn and flowers and a king-sized bed. I also bought a dog. Actually, two dogs, because I found I was lonely, knocking around a two-bedroom house instead of a studio apartment. I has intended to buy just one dog but, when I visited the local Humane Society pound, I couldn't decide between two I saw there, so I bought them both -- a male and a female. Then I had to buy leashes, collars, bowls and beds and pay some guy to install a "doggy door" from the house into the back yard so they could -- well, you know. It also meant I had to walk them once or twice a day, even though they soon became fast friends with one another (and me) and chased each other around the yard frequently. Nonetheless, I figured a walk was the least I could do to brighten their days. It also gave me a chance to scope out my new neighbors and the neighborhood. The first people I met were the other dog owners. I discovered that other people walked their dogs early in the morning before going to work, or early evening, after work. I worked from home, so the timing for me was much easier. Nonetheless, I enjoyed meeting and chatting with other dog owners in the morning and got to know several soon after I moved in. I like to watch the evening news, so my evening walks were earlier, about three or four in the afternoon and I was pretty much the only dog walker at that time of day, except for an old guy, retired, I guess , who walked a fluffly white little miniature something or other. Obviously his wife's choice. Some days I passed a house where a girl of 11 or 12 would be sitting on the front porch doing pretty much nothing but watching the world go by. I waved to her one day and said, "Hi." She waved back and smiled. The next day she walked out to the sidewalk when she saw us coming. She said "Hi" first. The she asked, "What kind of dogs are those?" "Well, the big one is a labrador, the small one is a beagle." "Are they friendly?" "Very." "Can I pet them?" "Sure, go ahead." She stroked the head and back of the labrador, who was enjoying it thoroughly, but the beagle kept nudging the girl's hand, trying to get in on the action. "What are their names?" "The lab is Shadow and the beagle is Lucy." "I wish I had a dog." "I did, too, when I was your age but we lived in an apartment and it didn't allow dogs." "Yeah. We have a house but my mom works and says it'd be too much trouble to have a dog." She was a cute thing, this girl -- and friendly. She was very thin, blonde and came up to about shoulder height on me. I'm six feet, so she must have been about five-three or four. Cute face, mussed up hair that kind of reminded me of Amelia Earhart, not much in the hips and boobs department but the shorts she was wearing displayed a nice pair of legs. She was not done sprouting, I think, and would probably grow to be quite tall and would likely develop a nice figure. The legs were a nice start. I began to get ideas. "You can always help me walk these bozos." "I can?" "Sure. Why not?" "That'd be great!" she gushed. "Then I could have a 'part-time' dog." "Yeah, and you wouldn't have to feed them or bathe them and you wouldn't have to walk them every day, either. We can walk them together so, if you have something after school -- you know, sports or something -- you could just skip that day." "I don't have anything after school." "Why not?" "I suck at sports and the other stuff is pretty lame." "What do you like to do?" "I like to learn about things." . "What kinds of things?" "Everything." "So, do you read a lot?" "Yeah. LOTS!" "What do you like to read?" "Science, history, books by Mark Twin, science fiction..." "Novels?" "Geez, no. What a waste of time. Well, except for the Mark Twain stuff" "So, other than the sci-fi stuff, you read non-fiction?" "Yeah. I guess I'm just curious about stuff." I looked at her more critically now. Not a beauty, she was, however, not unattractive -- for whatever she was, 11 or 12. She was at that awkward age where she was outgrowing her clothes every few months, not far from needing a bra, through with dolls (if she ever played with dolls), starting to be interested in boys but finding boys her age to be still children, dressing in baggy, shapeless clothes one moment and worried about her appearance the next. I liked her face and the genuine interest it showed showed as we spoke. I really liked her long legs and how you could see daylight between her thighs. It occured to me that I was looking at her crotch perhaps a little too much. But, as far as I could tell, she hadn't noticed my attention to that part of her anatomy. "Curiosity is good." "That's what my mom says. So," she continued, back on track, "you wouldn't mind if I walked the dogs with you sometimes?" "No. Of course not. I'd welcome your company. I'm the curious type, too." "Really?" "Yeah." "What are you curious about?" "Like you, everything. Shall we talk as we walk?" "Ok. So really, what are you curious about?" We started walking the same direction as I had been going before. "Photography, for one thing." "Looking at pictures or taking them?" "Both. I'm a photographer -- a portrait photographer." "Oh. Do you have a studio?" "Yes. In my home." "Cool. Can I see it sometime?" "Well... umm... I mostly take pictures of naked ladies, so when there's nobody there, it's not..." She interrupted. "REALLY? Naked ladies?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Well, mostly for their husbands or boyfriends." "Why would they want to do that?" "Mostly as gifts on bithdays or anniversaries -- or at Christmas." "How come?" "Hmmm. I think most women know that men like sexy women, so they want something to show how sexy they are." "Oh." "And I think most women, when they're older, would like to have a picture of how they looked when they were twenty or thirty or forty." "How about younger women -- maybe 15 or so?" "That's a bit of a problem." "Why?" "Well, there are laws about photographing women under 18." "I've seen lots of pictures of girls under 18." "Not with no clothes." "Yeah, I have. They're all over the internet. Lots of girls, even girls my age." "How old are you?" "You guess. How old am I? Hey. Can I hold the leash on the little one?" "Sure. Just don't let her pull you. If she tries, just give the leash a little yank." "OK. So, how old do you think I am?" Now I have learned a thing or two about women in my 30 years and one of those things is to guess older for any woman under 21 and younger for any woman over 30. "14," I said. Her face lit up. "Really? You think I look 14?" "Sure do," I lied. "Wow!" "You mean you're not 14?" "No way! I'm 11... but I'll be 12 in December." I had to chuckle quietly to myself. She would be 12 in seven months. We were just into May. That's quite a bit of rounding. "No kidding?" "Really." Then, seriously, "You think I look 14?" "Yes. You look 14, well, maybe 13, maybe 15, but a teenager." "Wow! That's sooo cool." Still serious, "Most girls 14 have big boobs and nice legs. Not me." "You have great legs. Wait. Let me look again." We stopped in the middle of the block. I stepped back and looked her up and down very carefully, as if I was studying a piece of furniture. "Yeah, I said. "Great legs." "I don't think so. They're too long and too skinny." "They don't look that way to me. First, there's no such thing as legs that are too long. Guys -- me in particular -- like long legs. I like legs that look like they're going right up to your chin -- and yours do just that." She found that funny. "You're silly!" "Don't forget, you're still growing. Everything will fill out in the next year or two. Your hips will add some shape, your leg muscles will develop and your boobs will grow." "Geez. I sure hope so." She paused for a few seconds, thinking. "So, do you want to take pictures of me?" "Clothes on or clothes off?" "Oh. Clothes on, I guess. I don't have a boyfriend to give a picture to." "You don't need a boyfriend. I'll show you pictures I've done recently and you decide. But I'm very good at making women feel good about themselves and their bodies. So, the pictures I do of you will be just for you -- and me." "What time is it?" she asked. "Just after five." "Oh. I gotta go. My mom will be home at 6 and I need to start dinner." "Your mom works?" "Yeah." "How 'bout your dad?" "He travels a lot." "Oh." "Yeah. He drives a truck all over the country. So, most of the time it's just mom and me." "So you do the cooking?" "Some of it. Mom is teaching me." "That's a bummer." "Not really. I get home from school about 3 and do my homework, so getting dinner started is all I have to do in the afternoon." "That can get pretty boring." "Yeah. I don't like what's on TV during the afternoon -- all those silly soap operas and kids' shows -- so I read and sometimes just sit on the porch and watch things. That's how I met you." "I remember. Mainly because it was just an hour ago. "You just moved in, didn't you?" "Yeah, about a month ago." "Yeah, I see you almost every day." "So why did it take you so long to say hello/" "'Cause I'm just a kid." "Not any more. Those long legs and boobs you're growing say you're becoming a woman." "I haven't had a period yet." "You will, and probably very soon." "... and my boobs are still just little bumps." "I'll bet they're beautiful." "If ya like little bumps." She grinned. "I LOVE little bumps." "Well, we'll see. Maybe I'll let you take some pictures of me without my clothes." She gave me a sexy little smile. "Gotta go." With that, she handed me back Lucy's leash and took off running back the way we came. This was starting to get to me. I'm not a little girl lover. At least, I didn't think I was. But I had no doubt she was coming on to me with those last remarks -- at 11! ------------------- She was on the porch the next afternoon. She had said she got home at 3, so I started the dogs' walk at 3:30. "Hi again," she said, running up to me, wearing shorts and tennies again but today in a very tight T-shirt that showed every contour of her 'little bumps.' It must have been two or three years old -- about the size for an eight-year-old girl (or boy). The T was so short it didn't reach all the way to the top of her shorts. I had a nice view of her flat tummy and cute little navel. "Can I walk the dogs with you today?" "Sure. Whenever you want." "Super," she said. "Can I walk Lucy?" "Of course." I handed her Lucy's leash and we headed off down the street. "You know, if we're going to be friends and dogwalkers, I should at least know your name." "Patty," she said. "What's yours?" "Lou." "Hi, Lou." "Hi, Patty." "My name is really Patricia, but I like Patty." "I like Patty, too. Pretty name for a pretty girl." "You said 'woman' yesterday." "I said 'becoming a woman.' You're in the middle of a metamorphosis." "You mean like a butterfly." "Exactly." "So the plain little bug is becoming a beautiful butterfly." "That's how I see it." "I still feel like a little bug." "You shouldn't. If you'll let me take some pictures of you, I'll be able to show you how pretty you are -- or can be, with the right clothes and a little makeup." "Mom won't let me wear makeup yet. She says I need to wait a couple years. She wants to keep me a little girl." "Probably. Most mothers do. So what we can do is just take the pictures for you and me, no one else." "With clothes on, right?" "If you insist. And....I'll bring in a makeup artist to do your eyes and lips." "You'd do that?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Because I think you're beautiful." "What happened to 'pretty/'" "You're pretty, too. WHat I meant is that you're pretty day in and day out, no makeup, sloppy clothes..." "They're NOT sloppy!" "I think a better word might have been 'casual.'" "Thank you." "So, casual clothes. But if you had some makeup on and some nice clothes -- or NO clothes -- you'd be beautiful. Stunning." "You think so?" "Yeah." "But I'd be embarassed to take off my clothes." "You might think so, but when you've seen the work I do, the beauty of the women and the pictures, you'd probably change your mind." "Can I see the pictures some time?" "Sure. When?" "Like right now. Where do you live?" "I'm one street over, on Brookside." "Mom won't be home 'til six. We have time, don't we?" "Let's go." We changed directions and headed to my house. I was already visualizing some shots I'd like to do as we walked. "Most of the pictures I do are what people call "boudoir shots," so my studio is set up like a bedroom. I don't sleep there. The whole room is full of lights and reflectors and camera equipment. The bed has satin sheets and a frilly cover. Very feminine and romantic because that's the image my clients want to create for their boyfriends and husbands -- or just for themselves. Very sexy." "I'm not sexy." "Not at the moment because you're not thinking sexy." "I wouldn't know how." "Nobody does -- at first. It's something you learn." "I'm not sure I'd be good at it -- being sexy, I mean." "You haven't tried." "Yeah." She thought about that for a while. When we got to the house, I put the dogs in the back yard andd showed Patty to the studio. "Wow!" she said when she saw all the lighting and camera equipment around the bed. "All this just to take a picture?" "Yeah. All this to take a beautiful picture." "Can I see them?" "Sure. Let's go into the living room. I'll bring out the portfolio. How about a soda or something?" "Yeah, sure. Anything is ok." She sat on the sofa looking around the room while I retrieved the sodas and the portfolio. The house was a tract house but had cathedral ceilings in the living room and the master bedroom, which was now the "studio." The high ceiling gave me room to set lights high above the bed. It was ideal. I had hired a decorator to furnish the room to appeal to women, with pastels and little print wallpaper, a white wrought iron bed and white wicker furniture. Nice artificial flowers in pretty vases were everywhere. Candles of every size here and there. One of my favorite shots was done mostly by candlelight. Back in the living room, sodas and portfolio in hand, we sat side by side. I started with pictures where the "girlie parts" were covered with a robe, a nightie, a sheet, a pillow. Some women didn't want to show show much. Others wanted to shove it right in your face. I'd show her those later. "These are beautiful," she exclaimed as we went through the first several shots -- women in their thirties and forties with robes open to show cleavage but no nipples or sitting in bed with the sheet pulled up, teasing. Then I showed her younger women, mostly in their twenties, some with large breasts, some with very small ones, and I explained how I depicted both with flattering poses and props. I could see Patty in any one of those shots and I explained my techniques to her hoping she could see herself there, too. "My own preference," I told her, "is for the smaller breasts." "Really?" she asked, incredulously. "Yeah. Big boobs need support. They look really good in a sweater or a bathing suit where there's a bra with elastic and wires and stuff to support them. But small boobs look better out in the open. Look at all the classical art or naked women. They all have small boobs. It's been the trend for the last 3,000 years." "I don't look at paintings much." "You should start. You said you were curious about stuff. There's a lot to be learned from art. And, for myself, I just like looking at pretty naked ladies." "And girls?" "Yes. And girls." "You're not some kind of pervert are you?" "Not at all. Most people like looking at art -- paintings, statues, photographs. And for more than 3,000 years, people, men and women, have appreciated the human figure. There's something very satisfying to see smooth unblemished skin curving over hips and legs and breasts. Even the genitals. Most artists are very comfortable showing a woman's... can I say it? -- pussy and a guy's ... umm... cock." She blushed. "Nobody's ever said those words to me." "Well, you're growing up. Adults use those words but adults don't like to hear kids using them." "Yeah. Mom'd kill me if I said one of those." "For the next few years, maybe. I'm ok with them, though, when someone gets to be your age." "I like how you don't treat me like a kid." "You deserve to be treated more like you'll be treated for the rest of your life, as someone who can think for herself, make decisions on her own, decide what to do or not do." "Yeah." We looked through the entire portfolio, discussing each one and the reasons for this or that pose or costume or lighting. Patty soaked it up, considering every point. When I closed the portfolio, she said, "I'd like you to take my picture." "Clothes on or clothes off." "Clothes on. I'd be too embarassed to take my clothes off. Can you make me look as pretty as those women?" "I think so." "How about sexy? Can you make me look sexy?" "That's a little more difficult with your clothes on. I can make you even prettier than you are right now but to look sexy you have to feel sexy." "Like I said, I don't know how to feel sexy." "The best way is to think about an experience you've had that made you feel sexy -- maybe a dress you wore once or a time you kissed a boy at a party..." "I never kissed a boy." "Not even once?" "Nope." "Well, it's time you started." "Who with? I don't know any boys I'd want to kiss." "Nobody at school?" "Ohmigod, no. They're such dufusses." "Ok. So how about I kiss you?" She looked up at me, thinking. Her eyes were shifting back and forth as she pondered my question. "You want to kiss me?" "I want to teach you how to feel sexy." "Now?" "Yes." "Ok." Still sitting side-by-side on the sofa. "I'm going to put my arm around you. Just relax and watch my eyes. If I do anything you don't like, tell me. If I do something you like, tell me that, too." "Ok." I turned to face her, my arm over her shoulders, and moved my head toward hers. Her eyes were locked on mine. I tilted my head to avoid the dreaded nose-bump and touched my lips to hers ever so slightly, holding that position for perhaps ten seconds, which is a long, long time for a first kiss. She stayed with it as long as she could. But she was holding her breath and suddenly pulled back and gasped for air. "Sorry," she said. "Don't be sorry. was it ok?" "Yeah. It was nice but I couldn't hold my breath any longer." "You don't need to hold your breath. Just breathe through your nose. It's fine. Let's do it again and keep breathing this time. Your lips feel nice on mine." "Yours, too. Ok. I'm ready." "We touched again, still softly. But this time I ran the tip of my tongue back aand forth softly between her lips." She broke away. "What are you doing?" "Moving to step two of kissing." "With your tongue?" she asked, her eeyebrows wrinkled in disbelief. "It's called 'french kissing.'" "I heard about that. Is that how you do it?" "That's a start. Let your mouth open a little bit and let my tongue touch yours. Trust me. You'll like it." "Sounds wierd but I heard some girls at school talking about it and they said it was nice. They did it at parties with boys." "You ready to try it?" "I guess so." "Ok. Just like before. Breathe through your nose and let my tongue touch yours." I kissed her again, a little more forcefully this time, and ran my tongue back and forth. Her mouth opened immediately -- waaay open. I almost fell in! But my tongue found hers and we swished back and forth, each tasting the other. Patty was a quick study. She put one arm around my waist, the other across my stomach and clasped hands. Her breathing changed to heavy panting as we tongue-wrestled for the next couple of minutes. When we finally broke the kiss, she gushed, "Wow! That was sooooo cool. I really liked that." "I could tell you liked it. Your breathing started to get all heavy and like that." "Yeah." "And I'll bet you started to feel a little 'squirmy' down between your legs, too." "How did you know?" "I'm older than you." "Do you get all squirmy, too?" "Guys are a little different that girls. Guys get hard, girls get wet." "You mean your 'thing' gets hard?" "Yeah. All guys do." "Just from kissing me?" "Yep." "Wow. That's soooo cool. I like being grown up." She smiled at me and leaned back against the sofa. "I told you you would." She looked at me kind of dreamy-eyed. Her cheeks were flushed. "Are you feeling sexy yet?" "You mean the squishy feeling?" "Yes." "A little." "Well, the girls in those pictures were feeling very, very sexy because they were thinking about a time when the had sex with a man -- or with a boy, when they were younger. I asked each of them to think about the first time they got naked with a boy and, you know, did stuff." "Have sex?" "Yes." "I never had sex." "I know. and you never kissed a guy until five minutes ago." "Yeah. I guess." "But you started to get the sexy feelings, didn't you?" "Yeah." "And you liked those feelings, right?" "Yeah." "Well, what you felt was just the beginning; just a little taste that I wanted you to have so you'd know what I was talking about." "Hmmm," she said. "Do you want me to have more sexy feelings?" "Only if you'd like to." I think I would." "Ok. Let's just take a little baby step. We'll just do touching, ok?" "What kind of touching?" "Touching in private places -- boobs and down there between your legs." "What if I don't like it? Will you stop if I say so?" "Of course. We won't do anything if you don't like it but you should try it first." "All right. What do we do?" "You just sit there like you are right now and let me make you feel good." She nodded her head but didn't say anything. I could tell that she was fighting the taboos she had been taught since she was a little girl. Taboos about 'bad touching.' "First, we'll kiss," I said as I moved toward her. The kiss was more of the same -- lips and tongues and the beginning of the heavy breathing. When I was sure she was concentrating on the kiss, I laid my hand on her right titty and slowly felt its contours. Her little nipple was hard already and I flicked it a few times before I started to gently knead the little pad of flesh surrounding it. I lightly pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger and Patty gasped but didn't break the kiss. Finding no resistance. I moved my hand down to the bottom of her shirt and reach up underneath it until I felt her titty again, this time flesh on flesh. What a delightful feeling nto have this little mound of spongy flesh in the palm of my hand. I was already hard as a rock. Patty was snorting and wheezing as I massaged her boob and fished around in her mouth with my tongue. She was flying high. Continuing the kiss, by now a five-minute kiss, I moved my hand from her boob down to between her legs. I gently pushed against her thigh and she spread her legs slightly to admit my hand. I covered her pussy, still covered by those shorts, and rubbed fairly hard where I guessed her slit was. She jumped again, inhaling with a whoosh. Her hand came down on mine as if to pull it away... but she didn't. Her hand just stayed there on the back of mine as I rubbed her. I pulled my mouth away from hers long enough to ask, "Feel good?" "Yeah," she wheezed and resumed our kiss, her hand still riding on the back of mine as I rubbed her through her shorts. "It'll feel better," I said, "if we take these off. She didn't say anything. She didn't do anything. She wasn't going to take them off herself but she wasn't going to stop me from doing it. I unzipped the shorts and tugged them down over those long, luscious, downy-covered legs. She lifted her hips to let me pull them down. "These, too," I said as I tugged on her panties. She lifted again, then relaxed against the back of the sofa as I struggled a bit getting her shorts and panties off over her tennies but she made no move to stop or hamper me. She sat there, slumped back against the sofa, feet on the floor, now wearing shoes, socks and a shirt but nothing else, legs slightly apart, her eyes beseeching me. I looked at her cleft for the first time and found it open, her inner lips protruding like flower petals, glistening with her juices. There was a sprinkling of fine, straight hair covering the delta above her cleft. Patty held her arms out to embrace me in our kiss again. Our mouths locked again, our tongues in gentle combat as I reached down between her hegs again and cupped her pussy. It was sopping wet -- a swamp. She groaned a bit when she felt my hand. Slowly, I bent my middle finger inward, sinking it in between the folds. I heard,"Mmphhh," and her kiss became more passionate, her arms pulling my body tightly against hers. I curled my finger upwards, aiming for her G-spot, rubbing it along the upper wall of her pussy. She stiffened and thrust her tongue into my mouth as far as she could when I found it. Now I used my thumb to locate her clitoris. I found it easily, poking up above its hood, hard but dry, so I ran the finger I had been diddling her with up to the top of her slit and over her clit, moistening it. The finger went back into her pussy and my thumb began to push her clit around in little circles. Her body stiffened every time I pushed it upward from below. Periodically, I would withdraw my finger again and paint her clit with her juices. She threw her head back against the top of the sofa back with an, "Aaaaahhhh..... Aaaaaahhhh," and then came. Her legs clamped down on my hand and her hands tugged at my forearm, pulling me away from her pussy. She was over the top, panting, her bangs plastered down onto the sweat sheen on her forehead, eyes closed, cheeks bright red. With my hand out of the way, she slumped, completely sated. I leaned back with her, my head on her shoulder. She didn't move. Neither of us spoke as I listened to her breathing descend from panting to huffing to deep-chest breaths. Her hand came up to my face, just resting on my cheek for perhaps a minute before she spoke. "That was..........AWESOME!" she said with a big breathy, husky, sexy voice. "I thought you'd like it." "So, why don't people do that a lot?" "They do." "I mean kids. My dad showed me how to ride a bike. Mom showed me how to iron a shirt but nobody showed me about sex." "This isn't really sex yet. It gets better." "Wow! You mean where you put your thing inside me?" "Yes, that, too. But there's other stuff." "Like what?" "Like oral sex." "Oh. I've heard some stuff about that but I don't really understand what it is." "Like where I use my mouth to do what I was just doing with my finger...." "Ooooh." "... or you use your mouth on my 'thing.'" Her eyes brightened in disbelief. "Really?" "Yeah, really." "Girls put their mouths there -- on your thingy?" "Yeah. And guys lick and suck on a girl's pussy." "Doesn't it taste bad?" "Not at all. You know that stuff that was making you all wet and squishy?" "Yeah. I'm sorry. It just all came out." "Don't be sorry. Be happy that it's there. If it wasn't there, you'd get all sore when I rubbed your pussy and it's what makes it easy for a guy's 'thing' to go up inside later." "You mean fucking." "Yeah." "So, doesn't it get all messy?" "Sort of, but the pleasure is so great, the feeling is so good that nobody minds a little mess." "Ok." "So, now, let's see if you can do that sexy look. Think about what we just did and how you felt and look at me like you want more and you can't say anything; you have to let me know you want that pleasure just by looking at me." "Ok. How's this?" She kind of scrunched up her face into what looked to me like a stern teacher staring down a student or perhaps someone who has a blister on her foot -- not quite what I had in mind. "That's not it. Your face has to say, "Please." "Ok. How 'bout this?" Now she wrinkled her forehead and put a little smile on her face. "Not bad, but I think you need a little more experience." "Like that other stuff you were talking about?" "Yeah." "Like fucking?" "Not yet." "Good. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet." "Your body is ready but it's not familiar yet, not comfortable. We can do the other stuff, the licking and sucking along with the touching and kissing. You'll know when you're ready. Pretty soon you'll want me to fuck you. You'll want my thing up inside you doing just like me finger did but deeper." "You're sure?" "Yeah. I'm sure. It's a natural thing, not something you have to learn. Everybody wants it and, after they've done it once or twice, they want it all the time which is why people get married." "I know my parents do it; I hear them sometimes when daddy's home." "I do it. The girls I go out with do it." "Do you do it a lot?" "Not as much as I would like." "So, do you just do it or do you do some of the stuff like we've been doing?" "I do it all. It's all part of the pleasure of sex." "So, what do you want to do now?" "Whatever you want." "Can I see your thing?" "Sure. Why not?" I kicked off my shoes, then stood facing her and dropped my pants. I was already hard and tenting my jockey shorts. Patty sat quietly, watching with what looked like a plain academic interest. But when I pulled my shorts down and my cock popped free, her eyes widened and mouth dropped open. "Wow!" she said. Her eyes flicked back and forth between mine and the cock in front of her that was waving slowly up and down. "I didn't know it would be so big." "Mine's about average." "We saw pictures of them in school -- in sex-ed, I mean -- but they didn't show how big they were. Is that supposed to fit inside my little hole?" "Yeah, it does." "Wow! (again). "Don't forget that this goes in the same hole that a baby comes out of. If a baby's head and shoulders can come out, this can go in." "Oh. I never thought about that." She studied it for a few seconds. "Can I touch it?" "I'd like that. Guys like to have a girl play with his dick just as much as girls like guys to play with their pussies." Patty reached out carefully and touched her fingertip to the head. It jumped to her touch and she recoiled with an "Oh" and wide eyes. She grinned and looked up at me. "That's funny," she said before she touched it again. It became a little game. She's touch it, it would jump and she'd giggle before repeating the process. I kinda enjoyed it, too. "A guy's cock is very sensitive," I told her, "just like your pussy. It feels nice when you touch it but it would feel even better if you wrapped your hand around it and stroked it up and down." She looked back and forth at me and my cock for a few seconds, processing that information. Then she did as I asked and began to slowly and gently move her hand up and down. It felt great. "Like this?" "Perfect." "It's kinda neat. The skin kinda slides with my hand." She continued for a few seconds. "Does this feel good?" "Sure does. You're doing great." "So, what happens?" "After a while, if you make it feel good enough, some white stuff will come out. That's my semen." "That's the stuff that makes babies, right?" "Yeah." "Can I see it do that?" "I'd like that. You remember how you felt when I had my finger in your pussy and your body went all crazy -- when you had your orgasm?" "Was that what it was? I never had one before." "That's what it was. Remember how good it felt right then?" "Yeah it was ... awesome!" "Well, that's how it feels to a guy when he shoots his sperm out; his whole body shakes and these waves of pleasure just roll right through his body." "That's what happened to me. It felt like a giant wave, a big WHOOSH." "That's it. So, using your hand feels good but if you'd use your mouth it'd feel even better." "You mean like a blowjob?" "You know about blowjobs?" "Sure. Geez. I'm in the 6th grade, you know. Everybody knows about blowjobs." "They didn't when I was in the 6th grade." "Well, they do now. But we mostly just talk about them. I don't know any girls who've actually done it with a guy." "Do you want to try?" "I guess so. I'd like to see you shoot your stuff out." "That's the best way to do it." "But won't I get it in my mouth?" "I'll tell you just before it happens so you won't get any in your mouth." "You promise?" "I promise." "Ok. What do I do first?" "First, just kiss it. Kiss the tip." "There's some stuff there -- a little drop of something." "Don't worry. It's not piss. It's called precum. A little bit of it comes out to help lubricate me if I put it inside you." "Ok." "Taste it. Just touch it with your tongue. Most girls say it tastes good." She gingerly tasted it. "It's ok," she said. "Ok. Now put the whole head in your mouth -- like a lolipop. Good. Now suck a little." I watched her cheeks cave in as she put a vacuum on my cock head. Her eyes looked up at me as she wondered if she was doing it correctly.. "You're doing great. Just be careful of your teeth. Remember I'm very sensitive down there." "Mfpphhh." "Now, the most sensitive part is underneath, just behind the crown. Let your tongue rub it there.....Oh, sweetie, that's perfect. Move your head a little bit...yeah, like that, up and down." What a great little cocksucker Patty was and all in about 30 seconds. She continued to move her mouth up and down on me with her hand still grasping the shaft. She was doing an expert job in no time at all. A natural! She kept her eyes on mine, watching my reactions, as she sucked and stroked. I tried to telegraph, by my expressions, what felt best. When she went deep, I closed my eyes and let me head tilt back. If I felt her teeth, I would wince. She picked up on every nuance, obviously trying to do her best to please me. "A little harder and faster," I told her at one point and she complied. It wasn't long before I felt thee tightening in my balls. "Get ready, sweetie." She pulled back quickly. "Let me ffinish it." She let go of my cock and I stroked it furiously for about 15 seconds before the first spurt of cum splattered on her chest. "Eeek!" she screeeched. "Shit!" I said. "I forgot to have you take your shirt off." I squeezed myself to hold bback any additional cum. "Quick. Take your shirt off." She was astonished by the streak of cum on her shirt and took several seconds to decide that it would be best if she did remove the shirt, so she crossed her arms and grasped the shirt bottom and pulled it up and over her head. As soon as her chest was bare, I let fly the second, third and fourth jets of cum. Then it just dribbled onto my hand. She droppped her shirt and stared down at the creamy sttreaks and blobs on her chest. I stared at the two little pointy mounds with quarter-sized darker aureoles. Kinda cute, actually. I still stood there, cock in cum-covered hand, watching dab at the streaks of cum on her chest. "Slippery," she said quietly. "Yeah." "So that's what goes up inside me to make a baby?" Yeah." "So, where's the sperms?" "They're in there. But they're really tiny. You need a microscope to see them, just like your egg -- tiny." "So, what do I do now? I've got this stuff all over me." "Me, too. Let me get a washcloth and clean you up." She sat there, idly playing with the gobs of cum while I dashed to the bathroom, washed my hands off and wet a washcloth with warm water. My cock was limp again by tthe time I returned. "It's all soft," she said as she watched it dangling in front of my balls. "Yeah. It's soft most of the time -- eexcept when a pretty girl makes it hard." "Cool." I wiped the cum off her chest as she sat there. Then I gently rubbed my palms over her little breasts, feeling the hard nipples. "See? They're just little bumps," she said. "Nice little bumps." "But they'll get bigger. "Yes, they will. In a couple of years you'll have a nice pair off boobs." "I hope so." She paused for a moment. "But you like 'em now, don't you?" "I sure do" I could look at them all day, but what I'd rather do is kiss them." "You would?" "Yes." She thought that over for a while. After a long pause she said, "Ok." I leaned forward and touched my lips to her right boob, what there was of it -- mainly a flat little cone of spongy flesh with a cute nipple on top. I backed off and smiled at her. "Yummy!" I said. She smiled, placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled me down again to her breast. I knew she liked it when she puffed her chest up to force her boob against my mouth. I kissed it, I licked it, I sucked it for several minutes while she squirmed and panted. When I stopped and sat up again she asked, "Why did you stop?" "I was thinking. As nice as it is to suck on your boobies, what I'd prefer to do -- and I think you'll like it better, too -- is to lick your sweet pussy." "Yuck!" "Why 'yuck'?" "It sounds nasty." "Of course it's nasty, just like you sucking my cock sounds nasty. But it isn't. It wasn't, was it?" "No. It was ok." "Just ok?" "Yeah. But I knew you liked it so I wanted to do it for you." "Well, licking your pussy will be something we'll BOTH like. It's a win-win. I love the taste of pussy and you'll get the best feeling ever." "Sounds dumb to me." "Haven't you ever touched yourself down there? You know, rubbed your little clit?" "Yeah," she said, cautiously. "Sometimes." "Well, this is like that but ten times better -- and it'll make me feel good, too. Yum!" She thought about that for a few seconds before she said, "Ok." I got up and pulled her by the ankles until her butt was hanging over the edge of the sofa. I knelt between her legs. "I feel kinda funny," she said, looking down at me as I moved closer, "letting you look at my pussy and everything." "It's beautiful," I said. And it WAS beautiful. Her inner labia were still distended, pink, shiny, glistening with her juices. And the heavy, sweet musk of her secretions made my head seem to swell like a balloon. This was heaven! "You've just never looked at it closely and from this angle. It IS beautiful and I'm going to taste it and smell it and wiggle my face in it." She giggled and spread her legs wider for me. Oh, the aroma. My cock pulsed and trembled as I approach her. I felt a shiver go down my back when my tongue first touched her. She must have felt the same shiver because her body suddenly stiffened and threw her head back in response. A little "Ooooh," came from her lips and she thrust her hips upward hard against my face. I looked up, my face already smeared with her profuse secretions. "Does that mean you like it?" "Yeah," she cooed. Do it more." "So I was right about how good it was going to feel." "Yes, yes. Do it more....pleeease." I went back in for more, sliding my tongue upwards through her chasm, from bottom to top and ending with a little flick of her clit, which brought another "Ooooh" and a spasm. She grabbed handsful of my hair and tugged me down tightly against her snatch. She got really crazy when I began to suck her clitty, writhing and moaning and locking my head in a vice grip between her thighs. "Oh, oh, oh," she kept repeating as I licked and sucked and flicked until her entire body tensed and she literally screamed, "AAAAAHHHHHH." I held still for a few seconds until she relaxed. Then I started anew, but very slowly to use my tongue to plow through her furrow. Soon, I brought my hand into play, using my middle finger to probe up inside her and my mouth to pleasure her clit. I was surprised that my finger went deep; no sign of a hymen, so I backed off to look. I pried her lips apart with my finger and looked up into her vagina, opened somewhat by my finger. No membrane. What luck! I would be able to penetrate her with my cock, most likely without pain or bleeding. So I went back to sucking her clit and using one or two fingers in her pussy, building her up to another climax. As she drew near, I lifted my head long enough to say to her, "Tell me you want me inside you. Tell me you want to fuck. Tell me you want the greatest pleasure you can have. Tell me you want me now. Tell me, sweetie. Tell me." She did. In the throes of a second orgasm she said, "Put it in me. Put it in me. Yes, yes, yes, do it now. Pleeeeease." I didn't have a condom handy. They were in my night stand but I didn't want to break the mood while I got one and put it on. Fortunately, she had just cum twice and I had cum several minutes earlier when she blew me, so I could last longer than usual and she would get off again quickly. Besides, I much prefer bareback. The condom, no matter how thin, removes half the wonderful sensation of that warm, wet, slippery snug channel as it surrounds my hard dick. And, lastly, she said she hadn't had her first period yet, so I figured I was safe. Her pussy was already hanging over the edge of the sofa so all I had to do was raise up on my knees and scoot forward until my cock lined up with its target. I rubbed the head up and down in her gaping slit a few times to lubricate it, then guided it in slowly. She might be hot and wet and without a hymen but she was unaccustomed to having something up inside her, so I proceeded to feed it in slowly, an inch forward, half an inch back. Little by little, her soft channel welcomed my cock. Patty was apprehensive, with her hands on my hips, just in case, but she accepted more and more of my hard probe until, finally, I felt my pubes bump against hers, with her fully engorged lips cushioning the contact. God, she was hot -- and tight. The walls of her pussy fit me like a tight glove, giving just enough to admit me and then constantly massaging my dick as I moved it within her. Gentle, slow strokes, pushing deep, pulling most of the way out before going down again, accompanied by her puffing, "Oh, oh, oh." one for each stroke. Her face was beet red, completely flushed. Her forehead was wet with sweat, her mouth open, her eyes open but glazed, seeing nothing as I fucked this little new-found toy. Of course, I was her toy, too. That's how it should be. In just a couple of minutes, well before I was there, she lifted her feet up over me and locked her ankles behind my back, grunting with each downward stroke. "Ngh, ngh, ngh..." and then the low scream, "AAAAhhhhhhhgghhh" as it hit her. She had me in a death grip for a few seconds before she relaxed, limp as a rag. I stayed in her while we both came down from her high. Finally, my cock half deflated, I pulled out of her. "Oooof," she gasped. Her eyes opened and she looked at me and smiled, saying nothing. But her look told me she was well satisfied. Relaxed. Exhausted. "So that's what it's like," she said in a whisper. "That's what it's like." "I like it." "Me, too, as often as possible." "Me, too," she continued, smiling. "Can we do it again sometime?" "Anytime." "School will be out soon. Maybe we can do it all day," she said, with a big grin on her sodden face. Then her eyes went wide. "What time is it?" "Almost five." "Shit," she gasped. "I gotta get home." "I know." She scrambled back into her clothes, breathlessly. I put my pants on without the underwear. "Can I walk the dogs with you again tomorrow?" she called as she sailed out the door. "I'd like that a lot," I said, pretty much to myself as she disappeared down the street. ---------------------------------------------- I always enjoy comments, positive or negative. It's what keeps me going. Let me know if you'd like this story to continue. I'm not always successful in finishing my stories but people seem to enjoy them anyway. Email me at: cyberguy20038yahoo.com Originally posted: 4 June 2012 Revised: 5 June 2012 (Thanks to an alert reader in NZ)

THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. This story is one of a series of stories published to www.asstr.org/~doalfer. Please also read the other ones, preferably in the right order. I am very grateful for the proofreading done by my friend PJ. Comments are very welcome. Jennifer Doalfer - [email protected] {ASSM}<*> Remote Controlled (F/M+M, exhib. voy. toys), by Jennifer Doalfer Remote Controlled Hi folks, Here again is a story based partly on fact and partly on fiction (my fantasy); I really did get the toy described in the story. The entire story of the evening in town is true , apart from the use of the toy on that evening, which fortunately (or unfortunately depending on your point of view) is only in my dreams. Poul usually gives me a sex toy in my Christmas stocking. It is not really a Danish tradition (the stockings I mean - not the sex toy which definitely isn't), but I picked up the tradition when I lived in Glasgow and I have always had a small Christmas stocking just for some fun items. Poul was the one who got the idea to put sex-toys in the stocking (we have to remove the toys before the children come in and find out what we have in our stockings!). This time Poul had found a cordless remote-controlled dildo! It is very exciting. The idea is that you can wear it under your clothes and set it off any time you like. You strap it on like a g-string. The top straps are wide though, and the length can be adjusted so it sits firmly inside you. It is penis-shaped with a rather large head. Batteries are inside it, so it is about the length of two C size batteries, but it is still bendable at the point between the two batteries, and the surface is very smooth and soft. When you slip it in there is almost nothing projecting, except a small, semi-hard plastic plate on which a small vibrator is mounted. From the remote control you can turn on the head, which makes a rotating movement right on the g-spot, and you can turn on the small vibrator, which can be positioned so it sits right over the clit. Both controls can be adjusted. At full speed it is almost too much, but at the right speed it is fantastic. Earlier that morning I had already tried it out. Poul couldn't wait to see my reaction, and to tell you the truth, neither could I! Just putting it on was exciting, but the feeling when I strapped it tight on, was in itself very arousing. The straps were like on a garter belt around my waist, so it could be tightened quite hard without the straps hurting. That meant that the little vibrator, which was designed to stimulate the clit, dug itself into me so that every time I moved it rubbed against my excited little nub. Poul wanted me to try out different positions with it on, to see how much I could move; there wasn't really anything I couldn't do. In a sitting position the stimulation of my clit was intense; lying on my knees and elbows with my bottom in the air, made the rotating head's movement against my g-spot feel very good. But actually it was when standing up it was the best. Bending the pelvis forward while gyrating sideways, stimulated both points to a level where I didn't last long and actually had a strong second orgasm very quickly after the first. Poul was elated and kept hinting at how exciting this would be if we did it some time when we were out together. I shuddered as I had a picture of myself experiencing that kind of arousal in a public place. Only a few days later an opportunity did indeed present itself. It was the premiere of a Danish film, in which a friend of ours had a role as a sex model. In was almost a porn movie, but the director, who is a Danish lady, had managed to market it as a piece of erotic art, which made it "acceptable" to all but the most conservative cinemas. The girl we know plays a minor role, but she is actually involved in one of the hotter sexual scenes. She used to be a nurse at the hospital, but gave it up to pursue a career as an actress. She is very attractive so I am not surprised that she was offered the role, but I am surprised that she accepted it. However, she says this is her big chance, and already after the first trial screenings she did get several much more serious offers for good roles, so probably she was right. Anyway Poul was dying to see this film. The girl had been a nurse in his surgery theatre, and the thought of seeing her naked in a hot sex act, must have been a very big turn-on for him. However, he didn't need to persuade or apologise to me as much as he had feared; I too thought the idea quite arousing. I got excited by the thought of what it would be like if it had been me, and I very much wanted to see how she played the part. We decided to go out to dinner first, then go on to the film at a late showing, and finally, if we felt like it to a discotheque near the cinema. I dressed rather conservatively, thinking that I would draw unwanted attention to myself if I dressed too provocatively. I hadn't quite accepted the idea of having an orgasm in a restaurant or on a dance floor! So I dressed in my business suit. That meant a knee length skirt, but with self-supporting stockings as I wanted to have the feeling of being as naked as I could under the skirt. I wore a half-bra which Poul had given me and which I liked very much. It looks nice and conservative, except that it stops right under the nipples, lifting them up and stretching them. Alas my breasts aren't quite as they were when I was 16; they do not sag very much, but the flesh in not quite as firm, so they wobble more when I move. Poul thinks it looks nice, because it becomes more obvious when I am not wearing a bra, but I don't think wobbly breasts go with a business suit over a thin white shirt. With the half-bra, as long as I am wearing a jacket I am fairly decent, with controlled breast movements. Without the jacket, however, it doesn't take very much excitement before my nipples stand out and protrude, making it obvious that I am naked under the thin shirt. In certain circumstances as I like to show off my breasts, I find it a good compromise. Poul helped me strap on the dildo. I had to grab the control unit from him otherwise we would never have got out of the place in time. It was a weird feeling moving around with it inside me. I could feel it very clearly when I moved, but I could almost forget it if I sat still. However, it didn't take much movement to get me excited. Even though on the way to restaurant I didn't turn it on, the movements of the car kept stimulating me, especially my clit, so much so that I found it difficult to sit still. Poul wanted the remote control back, but I wanted to save myself for later. Anyway the movements of the car were quite enough for the time being. The lights in the restaurant were quite dim. That was fortunate because it was one big room, where there were no secluded seats. I sat with my back against a wall with a large mirror, with Poul right across from me so he could watch both me and the room behind. We had a four-person table for the two of us, so there was a bit of a gap to the neighbouring tables, which were all occupied by businessmen. This was a very expensive restaurant. Poul wanted the control unit back and I gave it to him, knowing very well what that meant. But that was part of the game and the real reason we had gone there in the first place, so why not? We got the menus and spent some time choosing. Under cover of the menu I had a look at the other guests. They were mostly middle aged, but there were a few younger and attractive ones around and I thought I saw several eyes look away as my eyes grazed theirs. The waiter returned for our order. Poul ordered first, but when it was my turn, the dildo started to move. I threw Poul a quick, dirty look, but couldn't do anything except try to ignore it and order. Poul stared at me with a kind of smirk on his face as he turned on the clit stimulator as well. The waiter gave me a funny look as I sat upright with a start. I had a hard time ordering. I couldn't remember what I had decided on and tried to bite my lip as I thought hard. Meanwhile the excitement grew. Poul leant over and pointed at the item he knew I wanted. The waiter looked at me for confirmation, but I could only nod as I was biting my lip hard. He must have thought me very odd. As soon as he left Poul turned it off. Now I almost didn't want him to stop, but it really wasn't up to me. I wasn't really surprised either when Poul asked me if I wasn't getting hot. I really was - but I knew he just wanted me to take off the jacket so he could watch how my nipples were behaving. As I slipped off the jacket I looked around and noticed that almost all the men at the nearby tables were looking at me. Even without the help of the dildo, my nipples had started to rise in excitement. You see - I have this thing about guys looking at me. I don't really get embarrassed, at least not when I am already a bit excited. I just get really turned on by the thought of the effect I have on the guys. I know I can turn heads and I love it when I can see their eyes drop to my front, and then get embarrassed and look back at my eyes. The guys know very well that the direction of their stare is obvious to me, but they just can't help it. I pretended to look for the waiter who should have been on his way with our drinks. I twisted around in the seat a bit, stretching my breasts against the fabric of the shirt, so the hard nipples clearly stood out. So many pairs of eyes on my breasts! The excitement grew and I welcomed the movement inside me again as the waiter returned with our drinks. He couldn't take his eyes off me. When he finally left I could let go a little, but I still had to control myself. I leant forward to toast Poul, and told him that if he wanted to go all the way, it had to be now, because I had got to the point when I didn't want him to stop. I grabbed the drink with both hands in front of me as Poul turned on the clit-stimulator. I couldn't sit still. It was so intense - and in a restaurant right in front of 10 or 15 people more or less openly watching me. I asked Poul to tell me joke, or at least pretend to, as I needed to move more openly. He leant forward and whispered in my ear that I should just let go; nobody would be able to imagine what was going on anyway. I laughed as if he had told a joke, hiding my involuntary movements as I could feel an orgasm approaching. I knew my face was making the inevitable expressions indicating excitement, my eyes lids were drooping, my breathing short and shallow, I was biting my lower lip and my hips were sliding back and forth on the seat. I didn't really care any more how odd this behaviour might look to people, or whether they were really unable to guess what was going on. Poul's eyes were alternating between my excited facial expression and the front of my shirt. I sneaked a look down at myself and was surprised to see how clearly my nipples were showing through the material. I couldn't help squirming around. Poul had found just the right speed and I could feel the first small contractions indicating to me that a large orgasm was no more than ten seconds away. My hips were jerking forward in spasms and I arched my back as the first wave hit me. I looked sideways through my half-closed eyes, and saw very clearly the guys at the next table only perhaps three or four feet away, surprised and staring at me, and not hiding that they were looking directly at me. I could feel their eyes on my protruding nipples, and I hoped I was giving them a good hard-on. In a final spasm, I stretched backwards, throwing my head and shoulders back as if bursting out laughing, thus exposing my exploding nipples as much as the thin white shirt would permit. I collapsed leaning over the table licking the liquid from the drink that had spilled over my fingers, smiling at Poul as if that was the best joke I had heard for a long time. The dildo was off but I couldn't help jiggling about a bit in the seat as the last waves of the orgasm subsided. Poul looked at me and said he had never seen my nipples so hard and erect. Well, I wasn't surprised. First the half-bra would do that, and secondly they always grow really hard after an orgasm and this was definitely one of the better ones. I looked around again. Only a few of the men were still looking at me, and all but one averted their eyes when I looked at them. He smiled and nodded with a small wink and didn't try to conceal the direction of his gaze as they moved over my front. I loved the feeling of his eyes on me and happily let him look as I returned my attention to Poul. He wanted to know how it had been. I told him, but left out the feeling of excitement I got from the other guys looking at me. When the first course arrived the waiter looked at me again, but I didn't really care. By now everybody must have realised they had seen all they were going to tonight, so I decided to concentrate on Poul and the food. The food was great and I felt fantastic. I loved the sensation of the dildo inside me in a public place - it was just so naughty. I told Poul, who asked if I wanted another go at it, that I thought that it would be stretching things a bit to do it again in there, but I couldn't wait to get to the darkness of the cinema where I could really let go. The film was due to start at 11:30 pm so we had plenty of time to linger over the meal. In the end we were the only ones in the restaurant and I had almost forgotten the previous display and the dildo. However, when I stood up I could feel the dress sticking to the back of my legs, which made me wonder just how wet I had got, and also to worry a bit about just how obvious a stain was left on the skirt. The cinema was only around the corner. Poul had complimentary tickets so we bypassed those waiting for tickets and went right inside to the bar. I guess I should have known that as Sofie (as the actress was called), was a friend of ours, there would also be some of her other friends there. I was surprised however to find not only quite a few colleagues from the hospital, but also a couple of very good old friends from my time at university, one of them with his new wife. I had had a fling with him during a skiing trip with the University Skiing Club, and I was slightly jealous of his new wife, even though I had absolutely no right to be. She must have been more than ten years younger than I am and dressed very elegantly in a revealing outfit, very suitable for this kind of film. I will digress a little from my story here, because I feel like telling you a bit about my experiences with this guy. He probably had had the biggest effect on my sex life, and was the cause of some of the most outrageous things I have ever done. I was in my fourth year of medical study, which in Denmark lasts anything from five to eight years, depending on how, and in what you specialise. I was finding it quite tough to follow the curriculum and had got a bit behind in the previous year, and we were fast approaching the first serious [PJ1]exam. For that reason I had given up working part time in the casualty ward, which had been my main source of income, in order to concentrate on studying. As it was, I was rather hard up, and only the support from my parents kept me from going hungry. In previous years I had gone on skiing holidays with the University Skiing Club. These trips had been rather wild trips, with people loosing all their inhibitions after a day of hard skiing and an evening of drinking and partying. Everybody was teaming up with somebody and some even changed partners several times during the trip. I was probably one of the wilder ones, and was quite popular with the guys. When they heard I couldn't afford to go that year, they were very disappointed, but not as much as I was. They had the usual planning meeting at the beginning of January and I felt very much left out, so I was surprised and pleased when the president of the club called and invited me along to a party that they were arranging. He said that at least I shouldn't miss out on all the fun. We were all meeting at a nightclub. It didn't have the best reputation as it was considered to be a strip club, but I was told that this was where the guys had voted to go (there being 12 guys and only 6 girls in the club, the guys would always win any vote). We drank and danced and had a good time. It turned out to be one of those evening where the management invited the guests to strip if they dared. They paid 500 Danish kroners for anyone even to go up there, and then you auctioned away your clothes, or rather the removal of them for further money. It was all quite good fun, but only a few girls went up there and none of them removed all their clothes, so the professional strippers had to fill in. At one point the ski club president asked for everybody's attention: he wanted to make a speech. I was surprised when he addressed me, saying how sad and disappointed they all were that I couldn't come along. The situation had been discussed at the planning meeting, and he had been instructed by the members at the meeting to put a proposal to me, which would allow me the possibility of joining them anyway. That really got my attention going - I was really dying to go along. They would all share the expense of my trip and my lift card on condition that I would go onto the stage and strip - and go all the way. The extra money I earned doing that would pay for my pocket money. Now I understood why it had to be this nightclub and on this night. I was certain I knew which of the guys had got together on this idea, but I was surprised that the girls had gone along and, under those circumstances, splitting the costs. However, there was no way I could say no, both because my reputation dictated that I accepted the dare, and secondly because I would have done almost anything to be able to go. (Actually nobody had to pay anything. This was the first time our numbers had gone over 18, and as such we were entitled to a free place for an instructor. They had decided to offer me the free place, but thought they would make me pay for it!). At the next call for volunteers the president called out that they had one, so I didn't get much time to pretend to by shy, or let them believe that I was being pushed into this very much against my will. On entering the stage I was given my 500 kroners entry prize. I was determined to get as much out of the rest of the performance as possible. I was wearing a red sweater over a thin satin top, long black tight jeans and a pair of rather conventional panties. [PJ2] I wasn't wearing any tights, only a pair of short red socks matching my shoes. I wished I had worn stockings and garters as all the professionals did, but realised that I would have to make do with what I had on. I can't really remember the whole sequence of events. I remember being surprised to see how many people were in the audience. The previous volunteers hadn't been all that attractive, and I realised I was probably the best looking of the girls that had been on the stage - even including the professionals (I have never been very humble about my looks!). I "sold" the sweater and the top first for a total of only 100 kroner, which disappointed me a bit. However, when I dropped the satin top I really got their attention. I wore a rather large ring in one nipple, which was not as common at that time as it is today. I was aware that this would probably get their attention; it had that effect on men. That was the reason I was wearing it. I had done so since the summer, when I found it really provocative to go topless on the beach flaunting the ring. Now the audience was catcalling and whistling. I think they probably smelled a chance that this girl would go all the way. I knew that by selling the tops first, I would be able to show off my breasts as I bent down to undo shoes and peel off the tight jeans. Well, anyway, before I was finished I had made another 2000 kroners, with panties alone bringing in 800. A total of 2600 for a ten minute performance, which apart from a hairy bush which at this time of the year, I hadn't thought of shaving, didn't show much more than what people saw for free on the beach! After the applause had died down a stagehand draped a big dressing gown over me and helped me down, while another picked up my clothes and gave them to me at the table. I didn't really mind the guys playing a joke on me, but I had decided to get my own back on them. I made a small speech and thanked them for their initiative. However, I complained, the money wasn't really enough. I would have to invest in new clothes, as my old ones were worn out, also 2600 kroners would not get me very far on a ten day trip, so I had decided to keep the auction going and auction myself away for the duration of the skiing trip! The risk was negligible. I knew I would end up with one of them during the trip anyway. There was only one I really didn't want to be with, and that was the one I was with last year. It had got a bit more serious than I had planned, and it had been difficult to get out of again. The last thing I wanted was for that to start over again. But I knew he didn't have a lot of money either, and though I am sure he would have been very interested in buying me back, even if it was only for ten days. Probably because they knew they actually didn't have to pay for my ticket, they were willing to go along. I was a bit surprised but also pleased when the first bid for 1000 kroners came from one of the girls. She didn't even look the least bit embarrassed. I told her I was very flattered, but that I was afraid she wouldn't get much out of me because, even though I might find it fun to try, I didn't want to ruin her whole vacation when she found out that it really wasn't my game. She just laughed and said it wasn't really hers either, she just thought it might be fun! However, that got the bidding going. Initially everybody bid. But soon a pattern developed. Jonas, as the guy Poul and I was meeting at the cinema [PJ3]was called, seemed determined to meet any bid. Also, unfortunately it seemed that the guy from last year had more money, or was willing to gamble higher than I had expected, as he kept following Jonas. A third guy Goran, also went along, but he seemed to be talking to Jonas and only bid when he knew Jonas would outbid him. I think it probably was obvious that I wasn't keen on getting back with the same guy again, so Jonas and Goran kept teasing me by waiting until the second call of the opposing bid before they reacted. One time I went and sat on Jonas lap and whispered in his ear what it would be like if I was his, and I would have to do anything he said because that would be the result of him "buying" me. He had a hand far up the inside of my leg, when he looked me in my eyes and asked half-mockingly, half-unbelievingly, if with anything I really meant "anything". I said yes, thinking he was referring to the present position of his hand, but he had other things in mind, because he gently pushed me off his lap and had a whispered conversation with Goran. Next time they were about to be outbid by the opponent, Jonas doubled the amount. Everybody looked surprised at him, but as the guy from last year shook his head and gave up, Jonas said that since I had agreed to anything, he had joined forces with Goran. His first command would be that I would have to accept that I would have to be with both of them. Everybody laughed like mad, thinking this was a great "revenge" for my willingness to offer myself - but actually I was so excited from the situation and the anticipation of what it would be like that I could hardly breathe. Jonas's and Goran's first privilege was to help me get dressed again, which they managed to do while keeping me fairly decently covered from the others prying eyes, but not without themselves getting a good look and feel of the merchandise. I won't get into what happened during the holiday now. Only to tell that there really wasn't anything we didn't try doing on that trip. Normal relationships develop slowly and only advance step by step as you get to know the other person's inhibitions and limitations. The fact that both Jonas and Goran felt they had paid for me, meant that they didn't hold themselves back from asking anything they thought might be fun, exciting or daring. As I felt I had an obligation - I did actually oblige with very few hesitations. We did it in all imaginable positions and places. Nothing or no place was spared. They told me how to dress and what not to wear. They had me in the men's changing room (with the risk of any other guy walking in on us), in the ski gondola (which we had by ourselves, but which passed other gondolas on the way), in the ski huts and once in the cloakroom of a discotheque. They even offered me to the girl who had initially bid on me. She accepted happily until they told her that it was a condition that they could watch. I had accepted the situation and was a bit disappointed when she backed down, not so much from not having sex with her, but the thought of doing it in front of Jonas and Goran had seemed so naughty. Towards the end of the ten days I was so tired that I would fall asleep in the ski lifts and in the restaurants in the evenings. It took me weeks to recover when I came home. I went out with Jonas several times after we came back - whenever one of us felt an urge for sex we would call and tell the other - and the other one would always happily accept. However after a few months it started to become a bit mechanical, as we really didn't have any deep feelings for each other, and when I entered into a more steady relationship it stopped. However, I often think back to those days, and when I say that I have tried almost everything - probably half of those things happened during that holiday. Well, back to the present story some 13 years later. Meeting Jonas at the cinema was not a fantasy. He looked great, but not as great as Jesper the guy he was with. I remembered him as being a friend of Jonas's back in university days, but he wasn't a skier, so he was never in on the "secrets" of our skiing trips, which the group kept very much to itself. But here he paid a lot of attention to me; perhaps Jonas had told him about the holiday? Jonas seemed very occupied with his wife so Jesper talked to us about the film and Sofie whom he also knew. He said he couldn't wait to see her in the scenes he had been told she was in, and as the talk started to get more into sex, I feared that Poul would turn on the dildo again. He didn't, but I was getting more excited and couldn't help moving about a bit so the little, so the now inactive, stimulator would move against my clit. Fortunately the film started right after, because I could already see Jesper looking strangely at me. Unfortunately we had seats apart from Jonas and Jesper; they were a couple of rows in front of us, in the somewhat cheaper seats. Ours was a deep and comfortable sofa where the armrest between the two seats could be moved up like in an aeroplane, so you could snuggle up close to your partner. Already in the opening shots of the film there was a still picture of Sofie, naked, kissing a guy. I cold feel Poul tensing and holding me a little tighter. When she went off the screen he whispered to me that he didn't know she had that large tits and that he wondered if she had had an operation. I am sure she hadn't. They were not really big enough for that; also the shape didn't indicate that anything had been done. I slipped a hand up Poul's leg and grabbed him at the crotch, being surprised that he was that hard after just one brief shot. However he claimed that it was just as much from being with me in my state. Even if it was Sofie doing this to him, I didn't mind. I could imagine what it would do to me if one of my handsome young male colleagues were to perform sex acts on film in front of me on a big screen. I shivered at the thought and snuggled up to Poul a little closer. The film wasn't bad. It was about this lady, who after a divorce from a boring husband decided to get a job at an escort service. Most of the film was about the reaction of her friends when they find out. Sofie's role was to help her get going and provide the training. She takes her along on a date with a guy who wanted two ladies to accompany him and to spend the night with him. The main character chickens out, but watches Sofie as she has to satisfy the guy's wishes on her own, taking the opportunity to teach her pupil a thing or two. As had been rumoured, there wasn't much left to the imagination and there wasn't any part of Sofie which we hadn't seen when her ten minutes of fame was over. She reappeared later, but then mostly decent. Those ten minutes were so hot. I asked Poul to turn on the dildo at a slow speed as the film was going on, but as neither of us wanted to miss anything we kept the speed down. We stared in disbelief at what Sofie was doing on the screen. I still can't believe that she did that. Afterwards Poul was practically stretching his pants to bursting point. We were both very agitated and even out of breath, and I didn't mind at all when the hand Poul had around my shoulder moved my jacket to the side, revealing my very excited nipples stretching the thin shirt. He tried to reach over to undo some of the buttons, but the movement was very obvious, so I slipped a hand down the front and undid most of them myself. Poul's hand started to move the material aside, but I felt very exposed to the people nearby so I turned more towards Poul. However, as he held on to the shirt, it just resulted in my breast being completely exposed. I looked down and saw, in scenes which had a lot of light just how clearly visible the nipple was. I just hoped that most of people would be concentrating on the film, because Poul had now turned on the dildo to almost full speed, and I had no intention of covering myself now. Poul kept looking at me rather than the film, and soon had the other breast exposed as well. I grabbed a nipple and started to massage it, losing touch with the film and only concentrating on my own feelings. I slipped the cups of the bra all the way down so all of my breasts were exposed. Poul couldn't keep his hands off me and gave up the staring and started to play with my nipples instead. That gave me a free hand, which I used to grab his dick and tried to stimulate him the best I could through the material of his pants. As my excitement grew so did my frustration, because in a sideways position, turned against Poul, it wasn't allowing the dildo to work on my g-spot in the same way as in the restaurant. I wanted an orgasm like the last one, one that this time, I didn't have to hide. I pulled the jacket over my exposed breast as well as I could, and sat up straight watching the movie. But I didn't see much because now the dildo was working at its most effective. I sank down a bit to position the clit-stimulator better, and soon the first warm waves started to roll in. Poul was still staring at me. I moved a hand to his crotch again and in doing so my jacket slipped away baring the nipple of the breast closest to him. I tried to move my hand away from him to pull it back, as otherwise it would be very obvious to the people on the side as I sat facing the screen. Had they looked, I wouldn't have been able to do anything to prevent people from seeing my breast. However, Poul pressed my hand on his dick long enough for me to reach a state where I was losing it, and not caring about what people might see. Poul knew me well enough to know that I would soon reach the point of no return. As I leant all the way back in the seat, resting my head against the high back with his other hand still around me, he moved the other part of the jacket aside, exposing my other breast as well. I knew he had done it, but now the orgasm was starting to build momentum and I didn't want it to stop. I closed my eyes to forget about possible onlookers, and the first contraction hit me hard. I bent forward in the seat, feeling how Poul's hand, holding on to the jacket, was almost pulling it off me. As the-clit stimulator dug itself into me, I started shaking with a feeling so intense, that I had to throw myself back in the seat again. I could feel my breasts wobbling free as the next wave of contractions hit me hard one after the other. Soon I couldn't take it any more, and turned sideways against Poul to minimise the effect of the dildo which Poul still had going at high speed. I begged him to stop it, but he just grabbed a breast and started squeezing it and playing with the nipple. In the new position the movements of the dildo were again bearable, and as Poul bent down to kiss me on the mouth, I felt a second wave slowly approaching. In a less exposed position I didn't have to worry about other people watching me, so I could let go and stretch out the next orgasm by moving slightly and adjusting the effect the dildo had, and in that way prolonging it as much as possible. I don't know for how long I was coming but it seemed to go on forever. Finally I couldn't cope with it any more and begged Poul to stop, which he finally did. As the movements died down, so did I almost. I collapsed against Poul's chest and only saw the rest of the film out of the corner of my eyes. Sitting like this however, I watched Jesper in the seats ahead turning around and looking at us. I wondered how often he had done that, but didn't really care - I was too content and tired. I was half dosing and hadn't even noticed the film ending before the lights came on. I had a hard time getting decent without it being too obvious, and only managed to do up a few buttons and close my jacket before Jonas and Jesper came over. Both were very excited and completely overcome with admiration for Sofie. They didn't seem to condemn her for being willing to go along with an act like that - they just thought she was magnificent. I was wondering what it would be like for her the next time she saw anybody from the audience who knew her. I know I would feel very strange, and I am not usually shy. But I would soon find out, because we were going to be with her at a New Year's party, only a couple of days away. We stood inside the foyer of the cinema talking for a while, but when Poul mentioned we were going to the discothque afterwards, they all wanted to come along. I think Poul was quite pleased as he appeared to be very interested in Jonas's wife's dress (or lack of it) which was now covered by her fur coat. This must have been disappointing for him, judging from the way he hadn't been able to tear his eyes away before she put on the coat (and No, I am not jealous, I just think it is fun to watch his reactions!). The discothque was packed. Judging from the number of couples dancing close, they were probably mostly people who had seen the film as well, and needed a bit of close body contact. I certainly did, so as soon as we had found a pair of seats and had a drink I got Poul on the floor. I didn't have to do much dancing before my excitement again became obvious to Poul. I would have thought that he had wanted to turn on the dildo again, but he didn't so we just had a slow and comfortable dance, where my frustration slowly increased. We were watching Jesper dancing with Jonas's wife. Her dress was so open at the sides, that most of her breasts were visible when she put her hands up around Jesper's neck. Poul had a hard time concentrating on me, and I teased him a little. But the teasing was soon reversed, because when the dance was finished Poul elegantly switched partners, so I was dancing with Jesper. It wasn't long before I could see Poul's hands on her sides touching her bare skin. I don't know what got me most excited, the way Jesper held me and rubbed against me, or watching Poul. Soon however, we got separated by other dancers. Jesper had his hands on my sides under my jacket, carefully caressing the outside curves of my breasts and I was starting to get really excited from the dildo inside me, when I suddenly felt it go on again. I couldn't see Poul anywhere, and soon I couldn't look around either because I had to dig my face into Jesper's shoulder in order to not show the obvious signs of excitement and pleasure which were rolling in over me. I couldn't believe Poul was doing this to me. That was really unfair; he was practically pushing me right in the arms of Jesper. Maybe so that he could concentrate on his partner in peace? I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just stand there up against Jesper and all of a sudden just twist and shake as the orgasm hit me. I guess I had to let him believe he was doing it to me. I twisted in his arms so that one of his hands touched the front of a breast. As he touched the hard nipples, I gasped letting him know I was enjoying his touch. He picked up the signal right away. I whispered in his ear that I was so excited from the film that I almost couldn't stand dancing like this, it was too frustrating. I could feel his dick hardening and pushing against me, as his other hand found the other breast under cover of the jacket. Meantime, the dildo was working away and I was finding it harder and harder to stay with the slow rhythm of the music. I started to gyrate my hips, grinding against his hardness. He bit my ear, and whispered that I was so hot. If only he had known just how hot! I moved a bit away from him so I could get a hand to my front and undo my shirt buttons. He looked down as my breasts emerged. I pulled the shirt apart, so it was only the jacket which shielded the view from the other couples. I put my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss as both his hands found a nipple to play with. I soon had to stop kissing as I felt the first small wave of a new orgasm approaching. I looked over his shoulder and saw Poul looking at me over his partner's shoulder with a dirty big grin on his face. I just closed my eyes and concentrated on not making the oncoming orgasm too obvious to Jesper, but as the first spasms started he moved a hand to my backside end and pulled me hard against him. I couldn't hide any longer what was happening, I was just hoping that he thought it was his work on my breasts and nipples in combination with my excitement from the film that was doing it to me. I almost pushed him over when the large contractions hit me. I think I bit his shoulder through his shirt. As they subsided he pushed me away a bit and looked down at my naked and very excited breasts which were bouncing with the last shakes of my orgasm, and probably now quite apparent to any other dancers who might happen to be looking. I wondered afterwards what he thought of me, being able to orgasm like that on a dance floor, just from being touched on the breasts. He pushed the half-bra back up covering the bottom part of my breasts and carefully buttoned the shirt for me. I couldn't see Poul but he must have been watching and known my orgasm was over because he turned off the dildo at just the right time. I really couldn't have coped with another double orgasm that night. I left Jesper at our table, went to the toilet and removed the dildo. I just couldn't cope with any more tonight, and I couldn't trust Poul not to turn it on again at an awkward moment. Fortunately I had my large business handbag along so I had a place to put it; it would never have fitted into my usual evening bag. I was still dripping wet and the stain on my skirt was quite apparent in the light of the toilet, but I didn't think it would be visible in the low light of the discothque. Back at the table Poul was deep in conversation with Jonas and his wife about restaurants in Paris, so I ended up next to Jesper again. He was very concerned about me and asked if I was all right. It wasn't long before he had a hand on my thigh, but fortunately he never went any further. He was actually very nice and we had a good intimate discussion about sex, Sofie and marriages. I felt very relaxed and completely spent, so I was pleased that Jesper just wanted to talk. He might have had [PJ4]different ideas after the experience on the dance floor. Poul and I had a lot to talk about when we finally got home. We both felt that it might be awkward the next time we saw Sofie, and also the next time we saw Jesper. However, we also agreed that that shouldn't prevent us from seeing them anyway. Finally we also agreed that the evening had been unforgettable for both of us, and that we perhaps could find other times to try it again.

THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. This story is one of a series of stories published to www.asstr.org/~doalfer. Please also read the other ones, preferably in the order in which they are published (the order in which they are listed on the site). Comments are very welcome. Jennifer Doalfer - [email protected] Horsing Around By Jennifer Doalfer Copyright 2000 Jennifer Doalfer (M/F, exhib, toy) This is only a fantasy of mine. But it has been prompted partly by things that really happened, real people and real experiences I have had later, which I have been able to build into the story, and partly by something, which just recently I found myself dreaming of. What prompted this fantasy was a visit to a farm owned by one of our friends. They persuaded me to go riding, a thing I haven't done for many years. My friend's husband was very interested in me, talked a lot about the horses and asked where I had learned to ride and so on. Reliving my riding years during the day, it must have been very much on my mind when we returned, because this little story popped into my mind during the night and I have spent the time since getting it down on paper. Like so many other girls at that age, I was into horses when I was about 14. I shared a horse with a lady called Fiona who was in her mid thirties. I used to call her Lady Fi. It was a good arrangement that lasted about 4 years. It was good because, during that time I was away a lot with the school and on summer holidays. During the year I was in the US, she was working from home and was only too happy to have the horse all to herself that year. On the other hand, when I was home, I did more than my share of looking after the horse, so it worked out very well. During the years, I also became very close friends with her. She didn't appear to be much older than I was, despite the fact that she was almost twice my age. I could talk to her about everything, and she used to laugh at me when she heard me talking to the horse about my boyfriends. She taught me a lot about boys, and about myself for that matter. She had married early, and had divorced early and had no children. I think she thought of me as the daughter she could have had. But to me, she was as far from a mother (or at least my own mother) as you could imagine. She also had an active sex life and we often shared experiences and feelings. Even though my mother accepted that I was sleeping with my boyfriends, I could certainly not talk to her about the details of my sex life. The name of the horse was Bono; he was large, black and very beautiful. We had him on a farm, a very nice place close to the sea, lakes and forest, so there were fine opportunities for riding alone in nature, which I enjoyed a lot. Another true aspect of this story is that I was in love with the horse! I had the horse during the years when I began to be very much into relationships with boys; but for some reason I felt the horse was my best friend. When I went riding, I used to have long intimate conversations with him, talking to him about my friends and imagining that he would give me advice on how to go ahead with different boys. I loved the strong feeling of closeness when we rode together along the isolated paths in the forests, and I have to admit, that more often than what was probably good for me, I was getting off while riding. It was just so easy to ride the handle of the whip and let the motion of the horse do the rest. When I was out in the early morning with no risk (or at least very little) of meeting people, I would unbutton my shirt and enjoy the exposure of the cool morning air as I was getting off on the whip. I had dreams of riding into the forest naked, but never had the nerve. Topless was bad enough, but I could quickly button up the shirt. Getting riding trousers on and off involved getting off the horse, and I simply didn't dare do that. Another part of the background to this story was the character James. He was a jockey and was always helping out on the farm, where he lived in a room on the first floor of the farmhouse. He was very nice and good-looking, but he also had a mean streak. He was not from a very good background, and my father really disliked him, practically forbidding me to have anything to do with him. This, of course, only made it so much more exciting. He was 25 when I started to ride, and he always 'helped' the girls when he could get away with it; I know of several other girls who had had relationships with him. They all complained afterward that he had been rough, that sex had been fantastic, but they didn't dare to see him again. I always wondered what he did to the girls that scared them away like that. Okay, that's enough of the background. Let the story unfold. . . We were going off on vacation and we were going to be leaving the house around nine in the morning. I was supposed to have groomed Bono and given him a last ride before going away for three weeks, but I had gone out with a new friend the day before and hadn't managed to get home in time. My father, as usual, was upset with me. He couldn't understand how I could be so irresponsible. Between my father's wrath and my own bad conscience towards Bono, I decided to get up really early, go for a good ride, groom him and clean his box in time to be back for a shower and breakfast before leaving. I couldn't believe I had made such a stupid decision when the alarm clock went off at four thirty in the morning. I had been in bed for less than four hours, and on top of that I had slept badly, dreaming of the guy I had met, and frustrated that I wasn't going to see him during the time we were away. It was already light, being shortly after midsummer; there was a slight mist over the ground, but I knew that would soon clear as the sun gathered strength and burnt it away. I quickly dressed in just a pair of dirty cut-offs, my riding bra and a simple T-shirt. I wasn't intending to go for a long ride, and I didn't want to clean the box in my good riding clothes. I didn't usually do both on the same day. On my bike, it was only a short ride of ten minutes through the back alleys, across one field and through a bit of the forest. I rode fast, knowing the road like the back of my hand. The farm seemed deserted at that time of the morning; I don't think I had ever been there so early before. I was rather surprised, however, to see the stable door open and no sign of Bono. As I was standing there, still wondering where he could be and what to do now, I heard faint sounds from the large rink building where we usually exercised the horses in the winter. I dropped my bicycle and crossed the yard to the large gate and peeked inside. Down the other end I could see Fiona, practising dressage, as she liked to do with Bono. I never did that, I preferred riding in nature. Quietly, I went up to the elevated wooden walkway encircling the soft, and rather dirty area in the middle of the rink. Fiona still hadn't seen me, so I just stood quietly admiring Bono's steps. I didn't even know he could do that sort of thing so well. Fiona wore only a loose-hanging dress, and I was just wondering why she was riding in clothes like that, when she turned Bono and saw me. Across the rink I could clearly hear her gasp of surprise as she saw me. She stopped Bono and just sat there staring at me. I waved and called out to her. She slowly rode Bono over to the edge of the spectator area where I was standing. "Jenny," she said, appearing all guilty and somewhat out of breath, "What are you doing here so early? I don't think I have ever seen anybody here so early, and you of all people!" I didn't really think that was fair. I had been there early before; at least as early as eight. But I guess she meant as early as this, even though eight was very early for me. "Well, I didn't make it down here yesterday. I was going to give Bono a good-bye workout, and give him a proper grooming." As I spoke I was staring at Fiona's dress. It seemed as if she had just come straight from a party. It certainly wasn't a riding dress. It was very thin; I could clearly see her breasts through it, which also surprised me. She was the one who had taught me to always wear a bra when riding, both because otherwise it was very uncomfortable, and also because she said it ruined the tissue so you got sagging breasts much too early. "But what are you doing down here so early, and dressed like that. Did you come straight from a party or what?" Our relationship was such that it was perfectly okay to ask a question like that. "No, I often come down here this early. And I love doing dressage dressed like this," she said with a funny smile. I didn't quite know what to say. "Oh well, maybe I will clean out the box first." "No, wait a minute Jenny. I . . . " she started, and then stopped, blushing. "This is kind of embarrassing, but I have meant to show you this for some time anyway." I had no idea what she was talking about. She rode Bono over, close to the wooden planks, and started to get off the horse, with what I thought was a very awkward movement. The hem of the dress caught on something on the saddle as she swung her leg over, revealing the fact that she was wearing nothing under the dress. As she ripped the dress loose, I was still looking at her bare bum, but quickly looked up, somewhat flushed, when she turned around. She was blushing even more than I was, but that was only until I noticed what the dress had caught on. Still swaying slightly, was the largest dildo I had ever seen, completely lifelike, even down to the colouring and veins. It was still shining wet. I had only recently had some experiences with dildos, but they had been the plain ordinary ones; I had never seen one like this before and certainly not one mounted like this. I went completely hot and must have blushed like a tomato, because Fiona laughed a little nervous laugh when she saw my reaction. "Don't look so frightened, it's okay," she said with a smile. "I'm sorry I came down here when you were doing . . . that. . ." I couldn't find the words. This was terribly embarrassing. I felt it was all wrong that I should have seen her doing that. At the same time I couldn't tear my eyes away from the dildo, getting me all warm and soft in the belly from watching it, still swaying very slightly with every move from Bono. "It's okay," she repeated. "Of all the people to see it, you are the one I mind the least. As a matter of fact I was going to show it to you one day, in case you would be interested in trying it yourself. I just never got around to it. It is a little embarrassing, I admit." But she didn't look embarrassed any more. Rather, she had a kind of dreamy expression on her face. "A guy I used to date made this one for me. It is an exact replica of his dick. I helped make the mould. He was very handy, but it still took him quite some time to get it ready". "But, if you were already fucking this guy, why did you need a replica?" I asked. "Well, he wasn't always the easiest guy to be with. I finally broke up with him, but I missed the sex with him so much, I finally went back to him just for the sex. He started to realise that I was hooked on the physical sex because of his size, and that it wasn't really him I wanted. That was okay with him, but at some point he jokingly suggested that we could plant a copy of his dick on my horse, which seemed to be the only other thing I really loved. Even though it was only said as a joke, the idea grew on me. I told him, and he laughingly said I could help him make it. He gave it to me on the condition that I would grant him one wish, to be cashed in at a later stage. I agreed and have never regretted it, even though I know I will hate him, when he calls in the favour". She had a sly smile and looked at me daringly as she continued, "Remember how you told me you were dreaming about riding naked in the forest?" I remembered that very well. I had come back from a ride where I had dropped my top and ridden through the dense forest. A branch had hit me and made a big mark across my shoulder and breast. She had helped me wash it and we had talked about my dream of riding naked. I didn't need to reply. She knew very well that I remembered. "Now is your opportunity," she continued with the same look in her eyes as if saying: you told me all about this, now let's see if it is all hot air. "There'll be nobody around here for the next couple of hours, and you can borrow my saddle." My natural reaction was to say no, and make some excuse as to how I would find that too embarrassing, but I couldn't even reply. My tongue felt like a loaf in my mouth. I could feel myself getting more and more hot at the idea. As I got more excited I also lost my inhibitions. This was really something I had dreamt about doing, not thinking I would ever have the nerve. Also, I couldn't get that dildo out of my mind. "If I did it," I started out, testing my own feelings as well, "you wouldn't tell anybody, would you?" "Of course not. You know my little secret as well. We won't betray each other's secrets." "If anybody were to come, would you take my clothes and meet me behind the stables?" I was getting used to the idea, and I had started to get excited about it. I would have to get clear of the yard, which was about 25 meters across, clearly visible from the farmhouse, but after that I could stay out of sight. Fiona must have read my thoughts. "If you go straight towards the small pond, as soon as you are hidden from view behind the stables, and then follow the path up to the pastures, and return through the fields at the back of the forest, nobody would be able to see you from here or from any of the roads. And if I see anybody I will just meet you with your clothes behind the stables. You should be okay", she said quite convincingly. I was still hesitating. Bono was looking at me as if asking me why we weren't going for a ride, now that I was here. A ray of sunlight was shining through one of the small windows, hitting Fiona. I could see small beads of sweat on her brow, and I could see her hard nipples through her thin dress. What was she getting so excited about, I thought. She was probably getting as excited from the idea as I was. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds. "Okay, I'll do it". It came out as whisper. I pulled the T-shirt off and put it on the banister while I still had the resolve, then the bra, all of a sudden feeling very exposed in the large building. I looked around. I took another deep breath and unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled down both my jeans and panties in one movement. I knew Fiona was staring at me. I didn't mind her watching, but I felt silly standing here completely naked. Imagine what people would think if anybody did come by early. Ouch! "See you soon," I said as I got on Bono. First it was a bit difficult to sit properly. The stirrups were shorter than I was used to, and the dildo was right where I needed to sit. Fortunately the saddle was rather longer than normal, so I sat a bit further back and as I finally settled down on the saddle, I felt the dildo rub against the front of my pussy, only a fraction of an inch from my clit. It was still wet from Fiona's ride. But that didn't matter; already I could feel my own juices greasing the saddle. It felt wet and cold. It was time to get on with it. I urged Bono slowly forward. Despite Fiona's assurances that there would be nobody around, I wasn't going to charge out of the rink door stark naked. I stopped and had a careful look outside, but I could see nothing wrong, so I kicked Bono into motion and shot across the yard as fast as was safe on the cobbled stones. Halfway across the yard, what I was doing suddenly hit me hard. I couldn't believe it. I looked up to the right and could clearly see through the windows of the farmhouse into the living room. The windows on the top floor belonged to the staff who lived there permanently. Should anybody actually be watching, all they had to do was to look out the window, and they would see the little rich girl Jennifer, flying across the yard, stark naked, and with a huge dildo digging into her stomach, as she leaned forward across the back of the horse, trying to hide her bouncing breasts. But by then I was behind the stables out of view, and I quickly started to feel better. As a matter of fact, it wasn't long before I started to feel much better. Where the dildo was fastened to the saddle there was a little mound. To the back of the dildo the mound had a small, protruding knob, and on the front of it the mound, bent upwards and ended in what looked like small brushes, which were clearly designed to stimulate the clit. However, I was now riding the knob, and with each stride I was gliding up and down the back of the dildo, landing hard on the knob each time I came down. The still, cool, morning air felt cold where I was getting wet, an area which was quickly spreading as I was writhing all over the saddle. It was about a five minutes ride to the pond, and by the time I got there I was getting close to coming, just from rubbing against the dildo. At first, I had ridden crouched over the back of Bono, partly to hide my breasts, but as I got more excited and further away from the farmhouse, I sat upright and enjoyed the feeling of the wind against my wildly bouncing breasts. I stopped by the side of the pond. It was completely quiet. There was a vague mist over the reeds along the edge and a smell of damp earth. I couldn't help it. I was going to try to sit on the dildo. It was so big. But when I sat on it, it was being pressed down on the saddle and I could slide forward on it until the head was at my pussy opening. I leaned further forward, stood up in the stirrups and caught the head as it tried to slide back up behind me. I had to lean on one hand, almost lifting myself off the saddle to get up in the right position to start sliding it in. The head slipped in with some trouble, but as I slowly rocked forward and backwards, the lubrication spread further down the shaft, and I could slowly rock it in further and further as I carefully lowered myself onto it. Some of the guys I had been with had had what I thought were big dicks, but I couldn't believe the feelings from this. It felt like being filled up. Each rocking motion was so clearly felt. Often during sex, I only felt it when the guys' pelvis hit mine, but here I could feel the movement of the head so clearly as it moved inside me. Bono had impatiently started to move forward, and I just let him trot slowly ahead. I could now sit upright, with straight legs. I let Bono pick up speed and as his movements and not mine, started to move the dick inside me, my excitement grew even further. It was a completely different feeling when it wasn't my own movements. I could feel it slipping a bit further in with each move, and it didn't feel bad. Not at all! We were moving up the forest path and I had to lean forward a bit because of the slope. That seemed to make it possible for the dildo to slide even further in. I thought I could feel it hit my cervix and I felt I had still another inch to go before I could relax in a sitting position. I didn't know if I could cope with that. Bono's movements were stronger now that he had to work his way up steep slope, and I had to concentrate on riding him. But I couldn't prevent the movements, which kept plunging the dildo in and out. Fortunately, it didn't seem to matter. I was surprised when I realised that I had actually hit the saddle. The head of the dildo must have just pushed further up inside me than I had thought possible. Now the feeling was almost overpowering. I could clearly feel each plunge, four to five inches out and then a hard plunge back in, which was so strongly felt all the way inside me, and on top of that, my clit now hit the bristle hairs of the raised knob in front. The shape of the mound forced my labial lips apart so the small, hard- rubber hairs shaped themselves around my clit, attacking it from all sides, like a mouth sucking it each time it landed on it. Furthermore, the little knob I had enjoyed riding on down to the pond, now worked itself just half an inch into my butt hole. Not a deep penetration, but strongly enough to stimulate that area as well. I was losing touch with the surrounding world, just letting Bono pick up speed now that we had reached the summit and had a good long stretch ahead of us. Just as much as my excitement rose, so did my frustration. The speed of the plunging was too slow. I felt I was building up towards an orgasm, but it just never came. I tried to move faster, but it was impossible as I had to follow the rhythm of Bono's strides. I tried to make him speed up, but I was also very much aware that I wasn't wearing my riding helmet, and I didn't want to reach a speed where riding became dangerous. That thought was further enhanced as, in the distance I could see that the gate to the field at the end of the forest path was shut. It wasn't very high, and several times I had jumped it easily, but despite my lack of touch with reality, I was sane enough not to attempt a jump without a helmet. Also, I had no idea what a jump would do the my insides, as I would have to have stood up in the saddle and land, probably not too gently, back on the saddle with ten inches of dildo inside me. I slowed down as I approached the gate. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a movement. I froze, as out of the bushes next to the gate, a shape appeared. I quickly crossed my arms in front of my breasts and sat upright to hide the dildo, which otherwise might have been visible between my legs. Petrified, I watched as the shape turned into a huntsman in camouflage outfit. He stared open-mouthed at me. I couldn't speak or move, and for a while it appeared he couldn't either. He finally spoke "Nice morning for a ride." He appeared to be in his fifties. Military looking with a moustache and army type shooting or hunting glasses. He openly stared at me now that the initial surprise had disappeared. I couldn't find anything suitable to reply, still frozen in shock and embarrassment. "Do you always go riding like that in the morning?" he asked with a smile. I just shook my head. "Please," I whispered with a croaking voice, "would you mind opening the gate for me?" There was no way I was going to get off Bono to open it myself with him watching. I can't imagine my embarrassment if he had appeared just a few seconds later, when in order to open the gate myself, I would have been off Bono with the dildo towering on the saddle. There was no reply for a while. "Sure," he finally said, "on one condition." "What?" I asked frowning. "Take your arms down," he replied slightly out of breath. There wasn't much I could do. I guess I could have turned around and rode back, but I didn't really want to. I needed to get out in the open and go for a fast ride on the stretch back to the farm. Anyway, he had probably seen my breasts as I rode up to the gate before I saw him. And suddenly the feeling of exposing myself to him felt exciting. I blushed, which he probably took as embarrassment, but it was really me feeling guilty at my own feelings of wanting him to see my breasts. Slowly I lowered my hands to rest on the saddle, putting a little weight on them, raising me just a little off the dildo, but hiding it with my hands. The move released my breasts and pushed them upwards and forward, making the exploding nipples stand out even more. I could feel the rays of sunshine through the trees warming up the front of my body, obviously also providing good illumination for him to have a perfect view. I was wondering what this was doing to him, as I watched him slowly move ahead to open the gate, never taking his eyes of me. My eyes finally locked with his and as the gate swung open and Bono, of his own accord, started to move, I let myself down on the saddle again, almost climaxing right there in front of him, from the contact on my highly excited clit. I shuddered as I moved past him. "Enjoy the ride," he called after me, with an obvious hint in his voice, of his knowledge of the way I was going to enjoy it. Had he only known how much! I was still shaking uncontrollably, and as Bono quickly gathered speed, I was again forced to move up and down on the dildo while probably still within viewing distance of the huntsman. But I didn't care any more, because the excitement had made me come close to climaxing, and now the movements were bringing me to my peak very quickly. I worked against Bono's moves meeting him on the way up and allowing his downwards movements to lift me halfway off the dildo, before I again rammed back onto the saddle. Bono must have wandered what kind of a rider I was today, because, usually, I follow his moves smoothly. Soon I felt as if an electric current was running through me; I shuddered with cramp which made me slide around on the mount, caressing my clit, stretching back while the knob dug further into my butt hole. I was hardly able to keep my balance on Bono, who was slowing down with the strange movements going on his back. However, he was still going fast enough to stretch out the orgasm so I thought it would never end. I was still shaking and riding the dildo in aftershocks when I realised I was getting close to the farm. I collapsed over Bono's back trying to stand up and get the dildo out of me, but my legs were shaking and Bono moving too fast for me to be able to raise myself up high enough. I just stayed down over his back trying to minimise the movements of the dildo in order to prevent the oncoming of the next orgasm that was lurking just a few moments away. Fortunately, I reached the yard before it happened. This time I didn't stop to see if anybody was looking, I just wanted to get into the rink building as fast possible. I hadn't seen Fiona outside, so I assumed I had a clear path ahead, bending under the archway of the gate and finally coming to a stop half way towards the spectator stand and waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness inside. Bono was still moving slowly towards the stand where Fiona was waiting. I was still panting, my legs were shaking, and I was just slowly coming off my high. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could clearly see Fiona. I thought she looked strained. Then I realised that the clothes I had left on the handrail were missing. It didn't bother me as much as it made me wonder. Then my thoughts froze in panic for the second time in only a short while, when out of the shadows behind Fiona, another person appeared. Of all the people to see me in this position, this was the one I would most have wanted to avoid. I again quickly crossed my hands over my breasts. "Fiona, you promised," I cried out. She looked down, obviously feeling very bad about this. "Don't blame her, I wouldn't let her". I looked at James. My heart, which had begun to slow down, was beating wildly again now. I had an inner love/hate relationship with him. I think every single girl from my age and up, and probably some younger than that, had had a crush on him, and most of them had been to bed with him. Being a jockey, he was rather small, but he was extremely lean and muscular. He was not a typical Scandinavian guy. He must have had either some gypsy, Latino or Central American blood in him. Probably, that was why so many girls found him attractive. However, he just used the girls. He was never seen with the same girl for more than a couple of weeks, and the girls never spoke of him afterwards, they just avoided him. That made him even more interesting to the others. I had been quite taken with him at one time, but my father, who also had followed my riding exercises, had expressly forbidden me to have anything to do with him. As I was scared of both my father and James, I had managed to obey him, even though I had almost failed at a recent party where, in a bit of a drunken state, I had allowed him to dance rather close and intimately with me. I still remember his hands under my T-shirt, expertly playing with my nipple through the bra, and almost making me lose it, enough to forget about my father's order when his hands had slipped down the cup of the bra, and attacked my naked nipple. However, when I came to my senses I gave him a knee in the crotch, which, probably, I shouldn't have done. When he recovered, he swore he would get back at me. And it appeared that this was exactly what was happening right now. My immediate reaction was to turn Bono round and get away. But then I realised that I didn't have my clothes. How far would I get without them? How embarrassing would it be, if or when, I met somebody? Even if I rode over to the farmhouse and got the caretaker, I would have to leave Bono out of sight or first get the saddle off him. And I would still have a lot of explaining to do, and I certainly couldn't be sure it would be the caretaker I would find. He might keep it a secret between us, but nobody else would; I was just thinking about the reaction of my parents. I had already decided to stay and see what happened when James made a sound with his mouth, which immediately brought Bono forward. It was James's job to keep the horses exercised when the owners couldn't, and he had a very good relationship with all the horses. I just let Bono walk slowly towards him. "Okay, James. You obviously have my clothes. Could you let me know what is going on? What is it you expect me to do?" I was feeling brave, and now also a bit angry, not least with myself, as I felt Bono's slow movements already beginning to get me excited again". "Well, first you can move your arms down". I did, wondering if this would not have happened if I had let him continue that night at the dance. I should have felt worried, pissed off, embarrassed or frightened. I did feel all those things, but they were overshadowed by guilt, knowing that my nipples had again got hard and that I was finding it difficult to sit still on Bono. He was staring openly at my exposed breasts. Earlier this summer some of the girls had been sunbathing topless at the pool behind the farm. I had gone there after a ride, intending to do the same, until I realised that James was there; I just couldn't bring myself to drop my bra while he was watching. However, even though he had had plenty of opportunity to watch bare breasts, it had been my breasts, covered by my thin, and half-transparent bra that had his attention. I remember feeling embarrassed by my very visibly erect nipples, which the bra was totally unable to hide from his stare. Now that he had the opportunity to watch them uncovered, he certainly used it fully. "Fiona owed me a favour and the other day when I asked her to help me get back at you for the other night at the disco, at first she refused; then she realised that she couldn't. We have been waiting for an opportunity, which arose last night, when your dad called Fiona to find out if you had yet been down to see Bono. We realised that you would probably have to come down early today." Fiona looked at me; she shook her head slowly. "I am just so sorry, Jenny." "Oh, you have already had your fun today, my dear," James commented still not taking his eyes off me. "Come over here." Bono moved the last bit over to the raised edge, and I didn't stop him. Before I knew what he was up to, James had swung himself up on Bono, squeezing into the saddle behind me, forcing me forward, harder onto the dildo. I gasped, both with the fright of his movements and with the sensation of the dildo digging itself even further into me. James slapped Bono on the hind quarters and soon we were bolting out of the rink building. I only just managed to bend down under the arch of the doorway as we sprinted across the yard again. This time I wasn't concerned with the farmhouse, only with the sensation of sitting naked with James behind me and the dildo again hard at work inside me. James had the reins now, I was leaning back against him, trying to get away from the clit stimulator which was threatening to release another orgasm soon if I wasn't careful. This whole situation was embarrassing enough without coming in James's arms. However, I didn't know what I had coming. "I am surprised you can take the dildo all the way." "Oh shit," I said, just as much to myself. I had been kidding myself into believing he didn't know about that. But as soon as he said it, it dawned on me how stupid I had been. Fiona owed him a favour, so he must have been the one who had made the saddle for her. As I realised that it was an exact replica of his dick that was inside me, I started to come. James hadn't even touched my tits; he was just looking at them over my shoulder as I leant back against him. But he didn't need to. He probably got off on the idea that I was getting fucked by his dick as we rode, and he probably guessed, I had already been good and well fucked by it on my ride. "James, you are just so bloody unbelievably wicked," I groaned as the first spasms hit me making it obvious to him what was happening. "Hold me tight," I begged. His hands found my breasts and nipples, his mouth slid around my neck and received my mouth which was now turned towards him, hungry for a kiss. Bono had slowed to a stop now that James had dropped the reins. James slid a hand down my front and lifted up the clit stimulator, rubbing it harder and faster against me. I only realised that I had let out a loud scream when the echo from the forest hit me. At the height of the orgasm I almost fell off Bono. I don't know if I actually could fall with the dildo inside me, but as it was, James caught me. I again collapsed over Bono's mane. I was sobbing. This was really too much for me. James just watched me. Finally he gripped my shoulders and pulled me back up. I collapsed in his arms, but as Bono started to move again, I just couldn't stand any more. "James, please. I've got to get off this thing." I tried to lift myself up, but my legs were shaking too much. James got Bono to stop and supported me as I leant forward and stood up in the stirrups, but still the dildo head wouldn't come free. I felt James put his arms under my legs and lift me the last inch until it finally slipped out. As I lowered myself onto the saddle again I felt it slide up my back, and as I rested back against James, I felt it lodge between us. I had a picture in my mind of what this would look like if he had been naked as well, with the two dicks caught between us. We rode quietly back to the stables. I don't remember much of that ride. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally, but in a strange way, it felt nice being in James's control. With what had just happened, I felt as though I was just giving myself over to him and it didn't matter. I don't know what he did to the other girls and I didn't care. When we arrived at the stables we rode into the building and found Bono's box. James got off and helped me down. I didn't even bother to try to hide my naked state. Let him watch, there really wasn't anything that could happen that was more humiliating than what had occurred in the last ten minutes. "James, can I please have my clothes now," I asked. I knew from the way he stood back watching me that he was enjoying looking at me, and probably wasn't going to give them to me just yet, but I had to try. "Nope, not just yet. I want you to take care of Bono, and get him settled in his box. I'll just stay here and watch." I wondered if Bono could feel something strange going on. He seemed more loving than normal. He kept nudging me when I passed in front of him. It was as if he was staring at me as well. Sometimes I had to lean against him, and it felt oddly arousing to feel his short stubby hairs caressing my exposed breasts and very sensitive nipples. "Where does she keep the saddle," I asked as I was getting it off Bono. "Back here in my own harness store," James replied, and led me to a smaller room next to the general harness room. The door was already unlocked. Inside were all James's private saddles and harnesses he used for his racing. I had never been in there before. I hadn't even been aware that a room like that existed. "Up there on the shelf, and then with the curtain pulled in front," James directed. It was hard to reach, but I finally made it. When I got down from the small stepladder I had used, I turned around and was startled when I looked back at James. He had dropped his trousers, and now only wore a tight, khaki-coloured T-shirt. Despite the fact that I knew the dildo had been moulded with his dick, I still gasped at the sight of it. The dildo looked big on the back of Bono, but it was completely unnatural on a body the size of James. I stared in fascination as it grew into its full size, pointing straight at me. "Jenny, I really like you a lot. I have been very hot for you for a while. I find you so sexy, and the fact that you have appeared so unobtainable has just made it worse". He stepped all the way over to me and put out a hand, just very carefully caressing my breasts. "I have had a lot of your friends in this room. Some screamed when they saw the size of my dick. Even though they had first wanted me to take them in here, they wanted out when they saw it, but I wouldn't let them out. Dick teasers. Once they got me excited, I wasn't going to let them off so easily. Some of them I have had to tie and gag. I knew they wouldn't come near me again afterwards, but there always seemed to be somebody else who was willing, so what the hell. Fiona is the only one I have known who actually enjoyed it, and even she won't go in here with me any more." I shivered as one hand travelled down my stomach slipping between my legs. I was still soaking wet, and it wasn't just from the ride. His hands on my breasts, the thought of him practically raping the other girls in here, and the thought of his monster dick occasionally striking my skin, had me going again. "I had decided I was going to have you in here, no matter what. I had dreams of tying you up and hearing you scream and moan as I fucked you, but I love the way you have reacted today. And I am so excited by the fact that you managed to take the dildo all the way. I have never tried that with any of the other girls. I just feel I can't do this against your will, but I am exploding with desire for you. And I feel that, maybe, you are not entirely indifferent either?" Very perceptive of him. My love/hate relationship was certainly not turning towards love, but the hate had disappeared. I could understand his frustration with the other girls all going for him, and then, once they had him all excited, wanting out. I also had this funny feeling of enjoying the submission. He was really forbidden fruit, but I was past that stage. His hand had found my clit, and I willingly spread my legs and pushed my pelvis forward to give him better access. "Um, not entirely," I groaned in pleasure and anticipation. He lifted me up onto a workbench, spreading my legs and standing between them while slowly kissing me. I couldn't cope with slow kisses. I kissed him back with eager hunger. As his mouth left mine and travelled down my neck towards my breasts, I leant back. As there was nothing to lean against, I gripped some of the grimes hanging from the wall and clutched them. His mouth had just lightly caressed my nipples and now it was continuing down between my legs. I pulled my legs as far apart as I could. I put one foot in a stirrup belonging to a saddle hanging over a saddle stand on the floor, and the other against the wall running perpendicular to the table I was splayed out on. I was able to fit the other foot into some reins hanging there. I was subconsciously adopting a position where I imagined myself being tied up and totally in the power of James. I wondered what he had used to tie the girls with and how he had gagged them. His tongue was working on my clit. I was thinking of the tied-up girls, what they might have felt and their frightened screams as they desperately tried to avoid the monster dick they feared would take them apart. I was happy I knew I could cope, and I couldn't wait for it. "James, please hurry, I want you now." I didn't mind begging. I wanted him to feel that for a change, somebody was looking forward to being fucked by him. He slowly stood up, looking at me and the way I had positioned myself. "Oh my God, Jenny, you don't know how much I have fantasised about this." He stepped all the way up to me. He had to hold on to his dick and lower it to my pussy, poised just at the edge of the table. I kept looking at it, as the head, this time slipped in easily. I knew he was looking in my eyes for signs of pain or discomfort as he slowly pushed it further in. This was different from the dildo. It was warm, soft and well greased by its own accord, not like the hard, cold dildo. And then it was attached to James and not to Bono. James gripped my hips and slid it slowly in as far as he felt he could go in one move. I let out a small scream. Not in pain, but in extreme pleasure. James recognised it for the pleasure it was, moved a bit back and then pushed all the way home. I felt like I was exploding. I could feel him so clearly. He leant a bit over me, making his pelvic bone hit my, by now, super- sensitive clit, and I am afraid I let out another small scream. As a matter of fact, I couldn't help it, but as each thrust touched bottom, I shuddered as if in a small orgasm and moaned loudly, that was how strong the sensation was. This time there was no slow motion dictated by Bono's speed. James was speeding up. I let go of the harnesses and wrapped my arms around him, trying to direct his speed towards my own needs. It took me no time at all to reach my first orgasm; my whole system was tuned into sex that morning. I was hanging on to him as I was being shaken by the spasms, but I don't think James even noticed. He kept working at full tilt. When I was able to, I let go of him and leant back on the tabletop on my elbows. His eyes met mine, but he didn't stop. I looked down, observing how his long, thick dick pumped in and out of me. I still couldn't believe its size. If I hadn't already known it was possible, I would have been scared witless by the thought of having that huge thing inside me. As it was, it was fantastic. I caught hold of the reins again with one hand, putting the other one between my legs, trying to grip the dick as it moved in and out. No way could I close my hand around it, but I could apply extra pressure. James took longer strokes, pulling his dick all the way out, so my hand would cup his dick-head, before plunging it in again. My hand was directing it so it hit the top of my pussy before it slipped in again. I could see on James's face that this had an increased effect on him. Now it was his turn to let out small yelps at each thrust. Soon he gave up the long thrusts, and just worked it out into my now, well-lubricated hand, and then back in again, in small, rabbit- like movements. He was close to coming when all of a sudden another orgasm hit me like an express train. I hadn't felt it coming, but just as he exploded, so did I. I looked down in my hand and could see the jet of semen shooting out into my hand when the head was outside. I grabbed hard at it each time it slipped into me, milking it of all the semen. James was slowing down and my aftershocks subsiding. Finally he stayed outside me, while I rubbed the head up and down my pussy until he had to take my hand away because he couldn't stand it any more. "I am glad to see you are enjoying it. The voice came from behind James and belonged to Fiona. James jumped, but didn't turn around. The sentence was obviously directed towards me. "The other girls used to scream in pain and frustration at this point. That was the reason I stopped my relationship with James. I was revolted by what he was doing to those girls." It felt all wrong sitting here like that with James as she was standing leaning against the doorway, observing the scene. I did notice however, that she had my clothes in her hand. I sat up. "Fiona, now that you apparently have repaid your debt to James, would you mind giving me back my clothes." I was wiping my hand on James's back getting rid of the handful of semen that had collected in my hand. I was wondering how she knew about the other girls. Had she been involved in setting that up as well? James stood back a bit. Still not turning round, but watching me as I sat up. He pulled back a bit as Fiona handed me my clothes. I put on the bra and T-shirt while still sitting on the table. "Hand me a towel or something," I said to James, who obediently found a box of paper towels. I wiped myself as clean as I could, not caring that he was still watching me intently. Finally, somewhat dryer, I jumped off the table and pulled on my panties and shorts; I was dressed again the first time in what seemed like hours, but in reality had only been about an hour and a half. I still had plenty of time to get home, but no time to clean out the box or Bono. "Fiona, since you were the cause of me using my time in this way, you really have to do the cleaning for me. I have to get home now. My dad will kill me if I am late." "Your dad would kill you if he knew what you had been doing," she corrected me. "But yes, I'll do that, no problem." I looked at James who was still only staring at me. His huge dick was now limp, but still large. He hadn't turned around or even acknowledged Fiona's presence. He pulled me up against him, and looked down at me. "Jenny, I can't believe this happened. I was dying to do this, and now I feel all bad about it. Do you think you can forgive me?" He sounded like he was really sorry, but I couldn't forgive him. "James, I will never forgive you. It was an experience which I will always remember, and I don't mind admitting that it was very, very good, but I can't forgive you for the way it happened." I pulled him down for a kiss, which turned out to be longer than I had planned. When I finally moved away from him, I noticed that his dick was starting to get hard again. I turned, and in passing Fiona on the way out, winked at her, pointing at James's dick as I whispered in her ear "Go for it". She just laughed at me, and then I was out in the stables. I quickly got onto my bike and before long I had put the farm behind me, but I never was able to put the experience behind me. I had a fabulous vacation, and was happy to find when I returned, that the guy I had met the night before leaving, was still waiting for me when I got home. I only went riding once after I got home. I met both James and Fiona on that occasion, and felt so uncomfortable that I felt really bad about going back again. I never got over that. I wanted to enjoy my new love without being reminded of James or the way Fiona had tricked me. I never made it back to the farm after that. My dad thought it was just my new boyfriend, and was slightly mad at me (as usual) for giving it up after he had spent so much money on horses and training. But, there you go, that's what you can expect from teenage daughters I guess.

THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. Jennifer Doalfer - [email protected] The electricians. This is one of the first dreams I can remember writing down. I was still attending classes in the University and earned extra money temping in the casualty ward. It was better money than being assistant nurse and I could immediately use the experience as part of my study. It was in the casualty ward I met Poul, my husband, who was already an experienced doctor. We had only known each other for some months, and even though I had almost made up my mind that I had found the man for the rest of my life, I had a hard time letting go of the free life I had lived to its fullest extent until I met Poul. I know this might sound snobbish, but since that was the feeling I had at the time, I need to write it. My parent are very well off, I have always gone to the best schools and attended the right kind of sports. Studying medicine also meant that I met only a certain class of people and I really didn't have much experienced with "working class" people. However, a very good girlfriend of mine, Mary-Ann, had fallen madly in love with an electrician. She claimed he was wild, totally uninhibited and bordering to being violent. But she was completely taken with him, so when she invited Poul and I along to a party with his friends we went along to see what he was like. I could immediately see why she was taken with him. First of all he was really handsome. Secondly I knew the types she liked, and he fitted that perfectly. He paid a lot of attention to her, he had to touch her breasts openly commenting to show his friends how lucky he was, and continued to stroke her behind under the dress. I knew her very well and I knew she was a sucker for that kind of treatment. Also she had always liked being the centre of attention and he constantly showed her off to his friends as "the little upper-class bitch he was shagging". But she just enjoyed that. I found it a bit much, but there was strong sense of sexuality and uninhibited sex talk, which as the evening progressed, I also found strangely exciting. All his friends, Ben he was called, were more or less the same types and treated their girlfriends the same way. They didn't seem to mind - but then they didn't appear to be the best types of girls themselves. One of the guys kept pulling down his girlfriends top baring her breasts, and she just patiently kept putting it back up, obviously having given up a long time ago to complain and not seeming to mind that we were all watching. During dances the guys would have their hands far up the girls' skirts or quite openly caress their breasts and everybody seemed to be kissing each other. We were very much the odd ones out. Poul however, was fascinated with looking at the girls, all of whom were quite attractive, and I am sure he was sneaking a feeler as well when he was dancing with the girls. Certainly I believe every one of the guys had been at my breasts and at one point of the night I had practically given up stopping them, just as long as they were only touching through the clothes. Even that was difficult, and especially Ben seemed to have decided that his girlfriend's best friend should have his full attention that evening. Actually I didn't mind him so much. Compared to the others he was actually sophisticated and rather sexy. My summer dress was quite open at the sides and as neither I nor any of the other girls for that matter wore any bras in the summer heat, it was no problem for him to move the material aside and play with my breasts. First I stopped him as I had done with all the other guys, but he was yanking at the material and quite firmly pulling my resisting hand away that it was actually quite difficult to stop him, so at one point I let him get away with it. Probably I shouldn't have done that because after that there was no way of stopping him even in front of the other guys. I told Poul who didn't seem overly concerned. He just said that was what everybody else seemed to be doing, so I thought what the hell and let him carry on next time we danced. I was much aware of his hand on my bum under the dress however, and firmly managed to keep him from pulling them aside, down or whatever he had in mind. But the more he played with my breasts the more difficult it became, and in the end it was actually only Poul's presence and the fact that the other ones were watching that made me keep up the defence. During the evening May-Ann had become more and more drunk, and as she got more drunk she got more daring and let Ben get away with more whenever he wasn't dancing with me. At one point he had her t-shirt almost over her head holding her arms together behind his head with one hand as he pulled it up with the other. She had medium sized breast, but very pointed and with obviously very erect nipples. Before long the other guys were dancing all around her grabbing her breasts while she tired to get free. When Ben finally let her off, she just laughed and appeared to have enjoyed it. I got the impression that evening that Ben was abandoning Mary-Ann to his friends in order to be with me, but in a way it was ok with me. Even Poul seemed more interested in Mary-Ann than in me. Probably the sex filled air had had an influence on him, and she was certainly the one to keep your eyes on if you wanted to have a look at a pretty, often half exposed girl. Later in the evening, Mary-Ann was at the couch with a guy on both sides of her, when Ben came up to her from behind and kissed her. She put her arms behind his head to pull him down, and he did like before, held them behind his head while he pulled up her T-shirt again. She screamed, but didn't fight very much as he pulled it completely off her as far as he could for his hands still holding hers together. He kissed her silent, which worked and not even when the two guys on her sides started playing with her breasts did she wriggle much. She sank a bit down in the couch, spread her legs a bit and seemed to enjoy it. Poul was watching obviously excited by the sight. We weren't quite used to this kind of scenes and especially not with Mary-Ann, a good friend, the centre of the attention. I however, had had enough of this. The scene was frighteningly exciting - but I couldn't watch my best friend behaving like that, so I left for the kitchen hoping to find something to eat. I managed to make a cup of tea and get a sandwich. I sat at the kitchen table, while I could easily hear the catcalls and noises from the room next door, wondering where and when this would stop and how far Ben would let her go with his friends. That question almost answered itself as he appeared in the doorway, looking at me while the sounds continued. He asked me what I was doing, and I had to admit that I didn't like my friend in that position. He was walking around in the kitchen looking for something to eat himself. He had stopped several times close to me and looked at me - up and down my body as if he was undressing me. My short dress was quite far up on my legs sitting on the kitchen counter like that, but in a way I quite liked his attention to my body. He stopped right in front of me and bent down to open a drawer right under where I was sitting. He couldn't open it for my legs and quite innocently pushed them apart so he could get the drawer open. I was too slow, but soon noticed that bending down to get the knife from the drawer he had a clear view up my dress. I had small and thin panties on, which were actually quite transparent. I immediately tried to close my legs, but couldn't for the open drawer. I guess I could lift my legs to the side but that would just expose me even more. He wasn't slow on the other hand. He immediately ran a hand up the inside of my thighs. I tried to close the legs again, but now he was between them, and in a way I didn't really want to close them. I looked down as I felt him reaching under the hem of the dress and lifting it slightly away. He forced my legs a bit further away and moved the hand all the way up to my panties. I shook a little as his hand grazed the panties, but relaxed a little, spreading the legs more and closing my eyes as I felt his finger slipping under the panties and lifting them way from my pussy. I opened them with a shock when I heard the sound of the scissors he must have had in the other hand cutting the panties right across from leg opening to leg opening in a second completely baring my pussy. Normally, if somebody took off you panties, you would know what happened. But here, from one second to the next I was completely exposed to him. I could feel the cold rush of air against the excited and wet lips, but didn't get much chance of thinking because he had his hand expertly on my clit rubbing it carefully. I didn't stop him. I was gasping for air, I was thinking about the weirdness of this situation, I was thinking of what was happening to Mary-Ann next door, but I didn't stop him. I wanted him to go on, it was so nice. I put my legs around him and tried to push him closer, but he resisted. " I want to be able to look at you", he said as he pushed himself away from me again. I put my arms behind me and leant back. He pulled the skirt up so I could see what he was doing. He had long fingers, but not like the elegant surgeons' hand I used to watch at the hospital. But it was doing a good job, he was good at it. Slowly teasing me when I was getting to close, speeding up when it needed it. He was staring at my face all the time so he could see how I was reacting. "Unbutton your dress", he said as his eyes travelled down over my body. "I want to see your tits when you come". He was obviously intent on watching me only, not wanting anything for himself. I slowly unbuttoned from the top. I was mush aware of his gaze as the buttons came undone so far down that my breasts became visible, and I could here him gasping a bit when I was so far down that I could pull the dress far enough apart that my breasts were completely bare. I stopped and grabbed for his hand. I wanted him to touch me, grab my breasts or play with my nipples. But he still just stood back avoiding my hands, while he kept playing with my pussy ever so lightly. "All of it," he said. He was purposefully holding back so I wouldn't come before he wanted me to. And he wanted so see all of me before he finished me off. I was rubbing my bum around on the tabletop trying to get closer to his hands or get him to speed up, but he wouldn't. Oh, what the hell I thought, and continued unbuttoning the rest of the buttons until they were all undone all the way down. I pulled the dress completely apart. Let him watch, I thought as I placed my hands behind me and pushed my breasts forward at him. Finally a movement on his part. I thought he was going to touch my breasts, but he just pulled the dress off my shoulders so it dropped down on my hands. He could hardly get me more naked now. I was getting very very excited. "Please Ben," I begged, "don't play with me any more. Somebody might come, just do it now, please." He did actually speed up. He put a long finger inside me and found a spot I didn't know existed at the time, while his thumb slowly circled my clit. I put my feet all the way up on the counter, spreading my legs as much as I could as I felt the orgasm starting to roll in. I was rubbing up and down, and I was aware of my breasts now bouncing with each rocking motion I made. I couldn't believe he could just stand there and watch. But he was speeding up, he obviously wanted me to come now. He had his eyes on my flying breasts all the time as I came. I bend over and then stretched back so I hit my head against the wall. He finally put a hand around me a pulled me into him, while he kissed me with a hungry kiss as I slowly stopped shaking. Finally he gave my breasts and nipples a squeeze, then he moved away from me, still looking me over. "Jenny," he said, "you are just the most beautiful girl I think I have ever seen. It's not that I didn't want to fuck you - don't believe that for a second. But I just couldn't stop looking at you. I am off work on Monday, and Mary-Ann will be away. If you want to come over we can spend the afternoon together, then I won't hold back." I was tempted to say yes, but then realised I had a guy I wanted to be my husband next door and my best girlfriend was his girlfriend. Nothing good would come of this. But I couldn't tell him. I just smiled and said maybe, lets see. He gave me a nod, then he left to see what was happening. I had time to get my dress back on. I didn't know what to do with my panties. I couldn't keep them on, the part that hang down came to below the hem of the dress, so I just took them off. I went to stand at the window when Poul came out in the kitchen, I just managed to slip them over the edge without him noticing. He wanted to know what we had talked about. I just told him we had talked about Mary-Ann. Poul avoided telling me how it had ended. He just said she had fallen asleep. I tried to push for more, but he said I would have to ask her myself. I wondered what she had done. I went in to her, but she was asleep on the couch with a blanket over her. Shortly after we went home. I still remember the ride home in the train. It was getting quite light, and I felt like everybody must have been able to see I was wearing no panties under the short dress. I felt really naked when I sat on the cold hard seats. It felt like I was sitting completely naked, and when we left I noticed a wet spot where I had been. Fortunately Poul was too tired to notice, and I just jumped into bed before he noticed I wore no underwear. Of course I was tempted to go back on the Monday, but I never did. I did however for a long time after dream about the situation. I just couldn't get the picture of Mary-Ann on that couch out of my head. I don't know if it was actually her who got me excited (I have never been very much into bi-sexual activities) but the thought of what it would be like to be in her position, and what, if anything, had happened to her. But I couldn't get the dreams out of my head, so I decided to sit down and write out what I could imagine would have happened if I had gone back. I was Monday and finally the classes were finished. It was really hot and sweaty, rather unusual for this time of the year. I had washed the dress from the Saturday party and now wore it again wanting to relive the experience from that night. But I had found it a bit too revealing for university (I found it hard to concentrate when I knew all the guys were looking at me, so I usually dressed a bit more conservative there). The body stocking I wore under the dress kept my breasts decent, but was uncomfortably hot. In the ladies room I lifted the material a bit away from my breasts and blew down the front to cool of a bit. I noticed the lines after the tight edge, which had dug into the skin. I was hesitating a bit, but finally decided that I didn't want to arrive at Ben's flat all sweaty and with ugly marks from too tight clothes, so I went into one of the cubicles and removed the dress. I knew the consequence of removing the body stocking was that I again would be completely naked under the dress. But as I was removing it and stuffing into a plastic bag in my briefcase I was getting excited both from the thought of Ben's reaction when he saw me like that, but also from the thought of the train ride to his part of the town. Walking out of the university campus I noticed several guys looking at me, and hoped that none of them could remember what I had worn during the sessions. Fortunately there was no wind at all (that was what made it so hot) for just a faint breeze might have lifted the light material enough to reveal my naked state under the dress. Apart from the fact that I felt everybody in the train must have been able to see that I wore nothing under the dress, the journey was uneventful. I had been very much aware of my naked state, and thought that my nipples stood out too prominently for just a train ride, and of course guys had been looking at me (to me straight through the clothes), but not really more than usual. However, when I arrived at the flat I was already terribly excited. I had a very clear picture of what I must have looked like to Ben as I sat on his kitchen counter, and wanted to go back to that position and this time hope he would make love to me. I unbuttoned a few of the buttons at the top and the bottom of the dress to make it more revealing that I had felt like in the train, and rang the doorbell. Already at that time I sensed something was wrong. I thought I heard voices in the flat. It might just be the radio, but the thought of anybody there frightened me. There wasn't anything I could do though, for Ben opened the door before I could think of anything to do. "Oh there you are." He said loudly obviously for an audience. He was making a face to let me know there were other people there and making a hushing sound. I didn't know what was going on but me heart jumped several beats and tried to work its way up my throat when I discovered not only three of the gays from Saturday evening, but also Mary-Ann. I stopped as frozen. "Jorgen didn't really believe you would come," Ben said while winking at me to go let him handle it. "Did you Jorgen, but I told you she would if I asked her nicely" he continued now addressing Jorgen whom I remembered from the party. Jorgen didn't even hesitate for a second, he just went along immediately and commented how pleased he was that I could make it. Maybe he and Ben had already arranged the excuse to use for Mary-Ann should I really come. I however, was still shaken. I didn't know what to say and. They were all staring at me, with my half-open dress and completely bewildered look. Mary-Ann actually saved the situation by grabbing me in the arm and pulling me into the kitchen. "What on earth are you doing here. I didn't think you liked the types of Jorgen," she whispered as soon as we were out of hearing range. "Well, I don't," I said, and that at least was true. But what now? Fast thinking was required. "It is just that I kept thinking of you in that couch the other night, and the thought hasn't left me all week-end. I realise my relationship with Poul is getting so serious that I probably won't be able to have much fun with others but him in the future, so when Ben called and said Jorgen and his friends were here, wouldn't I like to come by after class for a talk, I just couldn't help it." Lying was easy to me, but it wasn't the most believable story. But if you knew a bit of my background, which Mary-Ann of course did, it might go down. She looked at me as if she couldn't believe me. "You mean you want to take my position in the couch, and let these guys just do with you what they did to me last Saturday," she asked ending with a very large question mark. "Yes, I have had dreams of that all week-end," I said. She seemed to go along with the story for now. Maybe she could understand me since it was also what she seemed to have wanted, or at least willingly let happen, to herself. "Hmmm," she said hesitantly, "I am actually getting quite excited by the thought myself." This wasn't at all what I had planned for the afternoon, but it was very difficult to get out of. I was thinking hard. On the other hand, what the heck. I had been dreaming of Mary-Ann in that position, and it was the picture of her with the guys that had kept me so excited all week-end that I had decided to come. I just hadn't thought it would happen to me. But there was no doubt that if I went in there now, it was going to happen to me as well. But I didn't get more time to think. "Ok, let go and have some fun then," said Mary-Ann as she pulled me along back into the living room. "Ben, go and get us some drinks, it is so unbearably hot in here," she said as she unbuttoned a few buttons on top of her blouse and blew down her front. The top of her breast were visible and the guys were staring at her while I sat down on the couch where Ben had been sitting, trying to sit as decently as possible. I was very much aware that almost no matter how I sat, it would be very difficult to prevent the guys in the armchairs across from me from seeing straight up my dress. However I managed to cross the legs while they were looking at Mary-Ann in that way at least delaying the revelation. Mary-Ann sat down next to, pushing me into the middle of the couch, which made my dress ride higher up, baring half of my bum at her side. I looked at her and as I saw her looking down at my legs I saw her nipples had got hard, which was very noticeable through her thin shirt. "Gosh, it is a bit sexy with these short dresses in this heat," she said as she tried to pull down her own very short skirt, but just managing to lift it as she did. "If anybody needs to be cooled down I know just how," Ben said as he returned with some drinks. Before I knew what he meant he had dropped an ice cube right down my dress between my breasts. I jumped up sitting straight up in the couch completely forgetting to keep my legs crossed as I fought to get it out, but I couldn't. It had passed between the breasts and was now at my belly button, feeling very, very cold. I had to unbutton a button but it just slipped further down so only after unbuttoning another one did I get it out. As I got it out I realised the two guys across from me was looking straight up my dress, in no doubt now that I was wearing no panties. Now Ben was trying to get another one down my dress. I fought him while trying to keep a little bit of dignity. But as I wriggled I realised that the opening in the dress where the two buttons were undone was moving higher up as my dress was moving up when I lifted my arms to defend myself. The bottom half of my tits were straining to get out the opening. Ben had stopped trying to get it down my dress, but had put it on my forehead, which actually felt nice and cooling. But now he forced my head back and as it reached the back of the couch he bent over and kissed me right on the mouth. I tried to get up, but he held me down. I wanted to get up, but mostly because I thought it was wrong of him to kiss me right in front of Mary-Ann. However, I felt a hand unbuttoning another button and before I could react yet another one so I could feel my breasts suddenly being exposed. I forgot about it being Ben kissing me. I just wanted to cover me, despite the fact that this was what I had been dreaming about. I soon realised though that it was just a natural reaction, and as Ben's tongue started to play around in my mouth I relaxed and accepted the last button being undone and the dress being moved to the side. I realised that it was Mary-Ann doing it, which in a way made it a bit more comforting, but also a bit more dirty as she obviously thought it exciting to expose me to Ben. I tried to relax and concentrate on Ben kissing me. But I kept having pictures in my mind of what Mary-Ann looked like at the couch Saturday night, realising it was now me in exactly the same situation. It was an intense feeling knowing that two people were playing with my breasts, but frustrating that I couldn't get up and see it. It wasn't long before the excitement overtook my inhibitions. My nipples were being rubbed, squeezed and, I soon realised, kissed. I couldn't help spreading my legs, knowing very well what it did to the guys across from me. I imagined the sight they were seeing, and that just made me more excited. I thought of the view Ben had had of me the other night, and wanted to unbutton more of my dress, but my arms were blocked by the two people at my sides. I lifted my feet up on the couch letting the dress fall completely away as I spread my legs. Ben must finally have realised the spectacle he was missing by kissing me, because he stopped and looked at my body again practically naked, with just a couple of buttons holding it together around my stomach. He asked me to take if off completely. I got my arms free, unbuttoned the last buttons and removed the dress completely. I almost smiled when I saw the look at the faces of the guys. I don't know how far they got with the drunken Mary-Ann at the party, but there was no doubt now how far this would go. One of the guys from across sat on his knees in front of me. He kept looking in my eyes as he lowered himself to my pussy, but as his tongue started licking my lips, I just threw my head back on the couch. I looked sideways at Mary-Ann who was staring excited at me. I put a hand over tucking at her shirt, indicating that she should take it off as well and join in, so it wasn't only me. She started to do it and Ben was quick to help her. I watched her now very excited breast popping free. I stretched out a hand gave one of them a careful squeeze, testing her reaction to my touch. We had known each other a long time, but we had never done anything like this to each other. She didn't seem to mind. Actually she seemed to enjoy it when I rolled her nipples between my fingers. Ben didn't stop at her shirt, but continued undoing her skirt and removing her panties. Soon he was between her legs as well. I kept fingering her nipples as he was licking her pussy. I looked down as I noticed the licking at my pussy had stopped. One of the other guys had dropped his trousers and was now positioning himself between my legs. He looked at me with an expression seeking my approval to continue. I looked at his dick. Not all that big, but throbbing glistering blue. I smiled at him, encouraging him to go ahead. I kept watching him as he slowly slid it into me. I was soaking wet and he took it to the bottom in one stride. Soon he was working hard at it. I watched his face all the time as he was getting more and more excited. I was only slowly starting to build up towards a climax when he exploded. He pulled out the very last second, for some reason not wanting to come inside me, and he sprayed an enormous amount all over me and the couch. I was surprised to see such an amount - he must have had that building up for a long time. While I had been watching him come, the next guy had dropped his pants ready to continue. But I felt it time to change position, so I stopped him, while I turned around on the couch sitting on my knees resting my forehead on my arms across the back of the couch. I knew both Ben and the guy next to me was watching my hanging breasts, and as the next guy entered me I made an effort out of matching his strides, pushing back at him, knowing that would let my breasts bounce all over. The guy to my side climbed under the breasts and tried to lick them, but gave up as they bounced too much. Instead he just stayed there letting the breast slap into his face as he tried to lick them on the way. I noticed Mary-Ann positioning herself in the same position as I, right next to me. Ben went in front of her, unbuttoned his trousers and took out a very long, but also very bent dick. He stroked it a bit standing right in front of her, spreading his juices all over it, and then smeared the dick all over her face. She was trying to lick it as he moved it around. I was looking in fascination. I had never seen a dick so bent before. It had an almost 90 degree angle, but was at the same time very hard and thick. I had expected her put it in her mouth, but suddenly she closed her eyes arching her back, and I realised that the first guy who had been between my legs had entered her form behind. Ben looked at them, obviously not the least bothered by the fact that one of his good friends was fucking his girlfriend right in front of him. Instead he moved over in front of me. I grabbed it wanting ot lick it, but it was hard with the movements I was making, so I slowed down a bit and let the guy do the work. I managed to bend it down at an angle where I could take in my mouth. As I started working at it, I had the pleasure of seeing Ben's own reaction. He was getting very excited. He almost couldn't stand on his legs as I was sucking and licking it all the way down to the bend. With the combined sensation of the guy sucking at my nipples, (he had an easier time now that I wasn't moving so much), the guy working on me from behind, me working on Ben, and hearing Mary-Ann's screams as she started to come, I couldn't last any longer. As the tension mounted I worked harder at Ben, hoping to bring him off before I came. I didn't manage that for suddenly I exploded in a violent shudder, which made me collapse, almost on top of the guy below me. I let go of Ben to concentrate on my own orgasm and as I looked to the side I saw Mary-Ann exploding as well. She looked at me as well, and as we both turned around on the couch completely spent we couldn't help laughing. We had shared at lot of experiences, even some boyfriends, but we had certainly never been in a position like this before. I don't know why we found it funny, but much to the dismay of the guys, we just couldn't stop laughing. When we finally stopped laughing, she leant over and gave me a kiss on my cheek. She put a hand around my waist and leant her head on my shoulder snuggling up to me. There was something strangely arousing about having her sitting like that that looking straight at my one breast, and I was a bit surprised at my own feelings when I realised my nipples were starting to grow hard again. She must have seen it as well, because she blew carefully at it, which just made it strand out even more erect. I was very much aware that the guys were watching us. I had plenty of time heard guys wishing to watch girl-sex, so I knew this was a prime spectacle for them. I didn't get much of a chance to decide if this was a show I was willing to put on, because the guy to my other side was running a hand up the inside of my legs. As he found my wet lips and clit and started working on it, he took my other nipple in his mouth and began sucking it. I realised Mary-Ann had also started sucking at the other breast, but the combined feelings were so nice that I just leant back, relaxed and enjoyed the sensation. The sight apparently excited Ben. He went over to Mary-Ann and started playing with her. Soon he had her on her knees at the end of the couch and as he entered her, he directed her to move down between my legs. The guy at my side pulled me down on my back resting my head at his lap while he played with my breasts with one hand, and with the other bend over me to pull my one leg up on the back of the couch. Lying like that I was now spread wide open in front of Mary-Ann. I didn't know what to think. I was very aroused, and the thought of Mary-Ann between my legs actually excited me, but I was watching her to see how she reacted. She didn't seem to mind, and to Ben's directions she bent down and started to lick the inside of my thighs. She kept looking at me to see if I intended to stop her or if I wanted her to go on. Actually I was now starting to get very excited. The other guys had moved so they could watch from Mary-Ann's end of the couch and I was aware of everybody's eyes on me as her lips slowly neared my pussy. Would I stop her or would they get to see me accepting another girl licking me. I had absolutely no intention of stopping her. I just kept staring at her as she neared my pussy. She must have found it difficult to find the right place because Ben, in his own excitement, was pushing her hard. She used her hands to pull aside my lips and finally I felt her warm breath as her mouth settled right over my clit. I wanted to touch her, direct her, tell her I wanted it and to speed up, but it was only with each of Ben's strikes that she now licked my exposed clit. It was like being fucked by Ben. With each push I could see him make, I could feel my clit being licked. When he was faster the licking was faster, when he slowed down the licking was slower. I was frustrating. I finally sat up a bit and placed a hand on each side of her face, trying to hold her still, so she could keep working at my clit all the time. Fortunately Ben was now realising that he was missing the more intimate of Mary-Ann's treatment of me, so he stopped and came around to the side. Finally she could concentrate. I could feel her tongue exploring inside me, up and down the full length of my pussy, sometime sucking my clit hard into her mouth almost biting it. She was managing to keep me going by stopping when I started to move in an obvious way indicating I was about to come and to speed up when I started to relax. I had grabbed my nipples as the guy behind me had left to watch as well. I had a feeling like I was floating out of my body and watching the scene from across the room. The picture in my mind of me lying like that on the couch with my best friend licking me bringing me constantly to the verge of climax, was just too much. As I neared a climax again I begged Mary-Ann not to stop, but to keep going. I was writing like in pain, making it hard for her to keep at the clit, but she just supported her head against hear hands which was trying to hold me still. This time she didn't stop, but kept going long after I had reached the first orgasm and to my surprise I felt the next one coming almost right after. I seldom come twice but this time it was so intense. I bend as my stomach muscles contracted and shook violently. Mary-Ann went to just slowly licking the lips and finally withdrew sitting back at her heels watching me as I stared to get my breathing under control. She smiled and asked if there was anything else she could do for me. It was said nicely enough with a smile and even thought it could have been interpreted as a bit sarcastic I knew she didn't mean it like that. "Yes, you could let me have Ben for a while," I said not bothered to think about whether this was a reasonable request. "Sure, be my guest," she said with a big smile as she turned around and grabbed Ben's hand and let him over to me. "Come," I told him as I got up and took his hand. I let him into the kitchen and found my position from Saturday night on the kitchen counter. I guess the other ones wondered why it had to be right there, but nobody said anything. They just watched as I grabbed his crooked dick and guided him into me. This time he wasn't holding back. I put my legs around him and he gripped my hips as I leant back on my elbows watching him sliding in and out as his tension and speed build up. I could clearly feel his bent dick inside me. It was a very different feeling from what I was used to. It was obvious that the bent angle made it caress the front of the pussy in a way similar to when he had put a finger inside me and played with me. It was a different kind of climax approaching. I went completely hot and felt a bit like if you have been holding back on your water and finally could let go. Just so many times more intense. I felt a rush of warmth envelop me and I think I actually blacked out for a second or two. Fortunately the sensation had me straightening up and I had my arms around his neck when it hit me full strength. I just clung to him as he continued and I felt a normal orgasm approaching. I was slipping around on the soaked counter. He held on to my hips pulling me towards him with each thrust and I could feel myself sliding over the counter towards him when he pulled and being pushed back with each thrust again. As I felt my normal orgasm hitting me I also knew he was getting close. I was still shaking with the after shocks when he came. He pulled me hard towards him almost pulling me off the counter and held be in a bear grip as his own orgasm ran through him. When he finally collapsed and let go of me I almost slipped off the slimy counter. I looked at all the faces looking at me, and felt slightly silly. But that was one hell of a fuck, and the most incredible orgasm. I knew one of the guys had not had an opportunity to fuck, so I wasn't surprised when I saw Mary-Ann jump on the counter and pulling the last guy over. I sank down on a kitchen chair as I watched them. I was in a daze and only woke from it when Ben showed up with a drink. I think I drank it in one go. Suddenly I had had enough of sex and guys. Mary-Ann was obviously finding the position good as well, because she was starting to make sounds as if she was loosing it. I managed to make it out to the bathroom where I had a shower. I dried myself in a towel, but left it hanging and emerged naked to see what was going on. The others were getting dressed, looking slightly embarrassed when they saw me, but I didn't care. I just found my dress and put it on. Mary-Ann was in the kitchen already dressed. I went up to her, gave her a small hug and thanked her. I don't really know what for, but it was also a way of saying good-buy. She gave me a big kiss on the mouth and followed me to the door. I didn't feel like seeing the guys or talking to Ben so I just slipped out. I was in daze the whole way home. My only thought was that even though that had been an incredible experience I was never going to do anything like that again. From now on my concentration would be on Poul.

THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. This story is one of a series of stories published to www.asstr.org/~doalfer. Please also read the other ones, preferably in the right order. I am very greateful for the proofreading done by my friend PJ. Comments are very welcome. Jennifer Doalfer - [email protected] One for the Husband (MFM, exhib. voy) As you might know I have an on-going debate about the stories where husbands offer their wives to other men. Of course, some exciting stories can come from this, but as a girl, I don't like the idea that it is my husband who wants me to do it with somebody else. A lot of guys, however seem to want this! I really can't understand it, but I guess I must accept it as a fact. I know Poul (my husband, to new readers) has the same fantasies, and I have been toying with the idea of letting him experience it. But I am not quite there yet. Instead, I have been trying to think about what it might be like. In the meantime, I have dug out an old story I wrote quite some time ago. It came about because I had had exactly one of these discussions with Poul. He wanted me to wear some very sexy, see-through clothes, to a dinner engagement with some business contacts. I don't mind dressing up like that, but this time I had the distinct feeling that Poul was asking me to do it as a favour to these guys. I ended up doing it, feeling very exposed, but unfortunately, in spite of all my arguments against it, it also got me very excited. Shortly after, I wrote this story as an experiment, to test what I would feel like in such a situation. (You know, if you just think or dream about a situation, the mind shuts off, or redirects thoughts, if it leads into an unacceptable area, and you never get a chance to test out your feelings. When you write, you have much more control over the thought processes, and can force them in a certain direction). In this case, I was imagining that Poul had actually agreed with one of the guys, that he could have me for the evening, as long as Poul could come along to watch. The guy, Henry, who was here on a business trip, was, I recalled, one of the better-looking guys from the dinner. ---------------- Apparently the guys had been discussing me after we left. At least, it became obvious to Poul when he met the guys the next day. Especially one guy, Henry, who kept referring to me at every opportunity. At one time he had even pulled Poul aside and asked about me, if I always dressed like that when I went out, if I didn't mind the guys watching me etc. Poul couldn't very well admit that he had just asked me to do it for their sake, so he just said that I liked to tease the guys, and that I did that all the time. In the evening they had gone for a swim and a sauna. Henry had as usual referred to me as he was sitting in the sauna. He had been dangling, what Poul called a "monster cock," and asked Poul if he thought I would like one of that size. Now Poul is not particularly small, but apparently Henry was very well hung! At that point, Poul started to get excited by that thought, and played along with Henry, telling him I loved big cocks. I don't know how the conversation continued after that, but when Poul came home he said he had promised me to Henry for an evening. Poul was quite drunk, so I didn't take it seriously, but the next morning he continued, and wanted to know if there was any possibility I would go along with it. I wouldn't give him an answer. I just kept telling him I didn't believe any of it! But I spent the whole morning in a trance-like state, imagining what it would be like. I wouldn't mind going to bed with a guy who wanted me that much; it was the idea that I was doing it for Poul that worried me. We continued discussing it the same evening. Henry was Australian and not likely to ever get back here, so there wouldn't be any difficulties about seeing him later. Also I think I rather fancied him. He seemed very free about sex, which I quite like. But what made me decide to go ahead, was the fact that it seemed to have got Poul into such a state. He was practically begging me to do it. He said he wanted to be there to watch, and in that way it didn't feel so much to me, like being given away, so I finally agreed. Henry was leaving in a few days, so we agreed it should be the coming Sunday evening. We didn't sleep much after -that decision, as we were both very excited by the idea. Saturday arrived. Henry's hotel was about 45 minutes drive from us. It was a nice hotel, which also had a superb discotheque in the basement. He had suggested we should meet there have a drink and then go into town to a nice restaurant, then spend some time at the discotheque, and later go back to his hotel suite. He had had no problems with the stipulation that Poul wanted to watch; he only had one himself, that I should wear very sexy and easily accessible clothing, as he wanted to get really turned-on during the evening. As he said, "The more excited, the larger the cock." As I certainly like them as big as possible, and as I like sexy clothes, that was fine with me. Let me describe my dress in more detail. I had it especially made for a costume party, where I was going as an Arabian princess. However, it is perfectly suitable as an evening dress as well - it is just a bit revealing. It really only consists of two long pieces of very dark green material, with one panel over each shoulder, from front to back, almost reaching to the floor. There is plenty of material, so you can close the two pieces together at the front and back. A large waistband then holds the pieces together, but apart from the waistband reaching from just below the belly to just under the breasts, the two pieces can separate, and as such make me very "accessible". At the costume party I wore a body stocking under it, but as that would kind of defeat the purpose now, the only thing I put on under it this time, was a G-string and a silk top with thin straps. The material was of a transparent kind at the shoulders, and turned less transparent as it got further down, so without the top it would have been very revealing. Dressed like that we took off in our own car. We were both very excited, so much so that the G-string couldn't hold in my juices, which were seeping down my legs as we drove off. Fortunately it was also very easy to wipe it off, as the dress could split all the way up to the belly button, if you just separated enough of the cloth panels. We asked for Henry at reception and finally he came down. My heart jumped a beat. He was better looking than I remembered from the other evening. Quite a bit older than I had thought, but I don't mind the guys being a bit older - they have more experience! I couldn't help looking down to see if I could see his cock. He gave me a hug and I could already feel his cock against my stomach. I wanted more than a hug, so I gave him a big kiss, just as if we had known each other for a long time. He tasted nice as well. He and Poul greeted each other like old friends, and it looked as though they both accepted the situation. We went in to the bar and sat in a quiet place, me on a couch next to Henry, with Poul opposite, from where he could study me. I was very conscious of being watched by two very hungry guys. I just couldn't help it, I had to spread my legs, let the material separate, and let him watch as it fell away to reveal a good length of inner thigh. Unfortunately Poul couldn't see that from the other side of the table, but he knew very well what I was doing. He knows me - and he could certainly see it on Henry's face and the direction of his gaze. Henry leant over and whispered, "What are you wearing underneath? " I spread my legs a bit more and helped a bit with my hands, until it split completely and he could see my golden G-string, which by now had dug itself so far up, that my newly shaved pussy was very visible. "Very nice" he said with a horse voice. "Very good choice of dress". "What are *you* wearing underneath?" I had to ask. "Nothing," he said, "I wanted to make sure you could see what you had coming to you," I reached over and gave it a small stroke, and it immediately jerked and pressed harder against his trousers. I wanted to wrap my hands around it, but he stopped me. "Not yet - I have to be able to walk out of here". The waiter arrived with our drinks. I wanted to close my dress around me again, but Henry held on to my hand in his lap, so all I could do was close my legs, and try with the other hand, but on one side, the dress was still open from above my pussy. I looked away from the waiter. I didn't want him to see that I knew he was watching. But I knew he was from the way he spent a lot of time fussing with the drinks on our side of the table. Poul said later, the waiter's eyes were on me all the time he was at the table. Anyway that set the mood for the night. This was going to be a really naughty evening and a very long and hot night. We got a taxi into town, as neither of us wanted to drink and drive. We all piled in the back, me in the middle, having some trouble keeping the dress together. The taxi driver carefully studied me as we got in. He probably thought I was some call girl two guys had got hold of. We drove a bit in silence, but when we hit the freeway, Henry leant over and whispered, "I don't want you to wear anything under that dress!" "What?" I said. He repeated it, as if I hadn't heard it. "I love your tits. Now I want to see as much of them as possible. Also I want you to remove the G- string - I want to know there is nothing between us." "That dress is VERY see-through without the top - you can see as much as you like later," I suggested. Yes, I like to show my tits, but showing them that much in a restaurant just seemed too much. Maybe later in the disco. But, he wouldn't let it go. "Jennifer," he said, "you want it as big as possible, don't you? The more excited I get during the evening, the bigger it will be later." Poul leant over and whispered in my ear, "Do it - I want you to do it as well!" Well, I guessed as much. "OK then," I said. "I'll change out of it when we get to the restaurant." "No, I want you to do it now!" Henry said. "Here in the Taxi? You must be kidding. I'd have to get the dress almost completely off to get the top off." "Yes," he just said. I didn't know what to do. In a way I really wanted to do it, but it was just so decadent. Even though we were going fast down the motorway, with not much chance of other people looking in, there was still the question of the driver. I looked at his rear view mirror. As long as I could see his eyes, I guessed he was also only able to see my head in the mirror. I put my hand on Henry's lap and felt his rather hard and wonderfully large cock. That got me more excited. I thought of the idea of sitting completely naked in the back of a taxi, and shuddered. Frightening - but also exciting. "OK," I said as I slid a bit further down in the seat to get out of the view of the taxi driver. I started to untie the waistband. Henry moved a bit further away so he could really see properly. As the waistband came loose, the dress slid all the way apart from the crotch to my throat. I slipped both parts off my shoulders and now I only had on the top, and the G- string. My heart was beating hard. I hesitated a bit and then I pulled the top over my head, completely baring chest and breasts. I wanted to put the dress over my shoulders quickly, to cover myself up again, but Henry stopped me. "Now the G-string." God - he really wanted me to sit here completely naked! I looked up at the driver's mirror and realised I couldn't see his eyes any more. He must have moved the mirror so he could look at me. I didn't really care any more. As a matter of fact, I wanted him to look. All three guys were looking at my little performance. I leant back and rested my head on the headrest, and lifting my bum off the seat, I pulled down the G-String. I lifted up my legs to slip it over my knees, and as I was moving it down towards my feet, I saw the driver adjust the mirror so he now could look further down. After having slipped it over my feet, I spread my legs as far apart as I could, so they touched both Henry's and Poul's knees. I just hoped the driver could concentrate on the traffic! It wouldn't be long before we would reach the populated and lit up areas. I leant over towards Henry and grabbed his cock through his trousers. It was now very hard and straining against his trousers. He moaned. I tried to undo his zip, but he moved my hands away, and just placed them on the outside of his trousers. I was just so horny - I just couldn't stop there. I begged, "Please Henry, touch me, play with me - I can't cope with this." He wasn't difficult to persuade. He slowly ran his hand up the inside of my thighs until I felt his fingers on my naked pussy. I arched back in the seat, trying to push myself harder into his fingers. He was slowly circling my clit without touching it, spreading my juice all over the shaved area, until it felt all cold. I shivered again and thought of the driver. We had reached the end of the motorway where the strong lights were on, and we couldn't hide in the dark any longer. The overhead lights blinked and the lights shone through the sunroof and lit up my whole body. We stopped at a traffic light, and cars pulled up on either side of us. Henry stopped and looked at me, seeing if I wanted to cover myself up - but now I didn't want him to stop. I grabbed his hand and yanked it back, rubbing harder just where I wanted it. Just before the lights changed, the driver turned around and looked at me. I closed my eyes and trust my tits further up in the air, as if I were about to come. Poul grabbed a hard nipple and rolled it between his fingers. That brought me even closer and as the car gathered speed, I started to orgasm. I tried not to, but I couldn't help giving a little scream just as I hit the summit. A couple of hard spasms and it was over. I fell back completely spent. I looked out of the window, and saw we were approaching our destination. I sat up, gathered my clothes around me, and put on the waistband again, trying to look decent before we had to get out. Finally we were there. I had nowhere to put my top and G-string, as my handbag was too small so I threw them to the driver on the way out. He looked back at me with flushed cheeks. "Thank you, Lady", he said, "I'll consider that my payment - any time you want to drive with me, it'll be for free." Not a bad offer. I got out, decently this time, but very much aware of the transparency of my dress. However, it was dark and there were only a few people around, so we safely reached the comfort and the relative darkness of the restaurant. It was a very expensive restaurant. It was in the basement cloisters under an old monastery. Fortunately it was lit only by candlelight, so apart from the waiter leading us to our table, I don't think anybody noticed how clearly you could see my tits through the material. All the tables were between the columns, so there was relatively good privacy at the tables. Again I sat with Henry on a bench-like chair at the back, while Poul sat on a chair facing us, but with the table between us and his back to the pathway leading past our table. It had the spirit of a medieval dungeon, with swords and axes on the whitewashed walls, where the shadows from the hundreds of candles danced in the slight draught. I looked at Henry and he grabbed my hand squeezing it, as if giving me an acknowledgement of my willingness to succumb to his wishes in the taxi. I kicked off my shoes and put my foot in Poul's crotch. I knew he wore no underwear either, he rarely does, and I could feel his semi hard cock through his trousers. I could also feel wetness all the way through. The waitress came for our orders. Fortunately it was a waitress. That meant I could relax a little, though I saw both Henry and Poul looking appreciatively at her beautiful body and very youthful appearance. "Hey, you guys. Concentrate on one thing at the time, eh." Henry looked at me again. "All right", he said, "what do you want to do?" What did I want to do? Well, there was only one thing, which had been on my mind all evening. That was to see and touch his cock. I told him so. He said he didn't think it was a very good idea. He said it was so big that he might not be able to hide it behind the table, and once it was out he wouldn't be able to get it in again. I told him that was what I wanted and started to unzip his trousers. This time he didn't stop me. He just moaned slightly as I got my hand inside. I could feel it growing in my hand. If I had to get it out, it would have to be now, before it got so big I couldn't get it though the fly opening. I had to lean over and use the other hand as well. Finally I saw it, and it really was huge. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. Fortunately the bench was very low, as if it had been a normal chair, it would have reached above the table. I started to stroke it a bit, and it got even bigger. Not so much longer, but thicker. I tried to put a hand round it, but my fingers only reached about two thirds of the way around it. My mind was reeling by the thought of that thing inside me. I wondered if I could even take it. I was getting carried away as the waitress came back. Henry straightened up trying to tuck it under the table, but the tablecloth was in the way. As she came around to our side with the drinks she looked down. There was an audible gasp from her. However she kept her composure, didn't say a word, just hurried up, but she couldn't help taking another look as she moved away, her cheeks flushed red. "Jennifer, we are going to get thrown out of here," Henry said. "As much as I am enjoying this, we have to stop." "OK," I said with no such intention, pretending to drop my napkin. I bent down over his lap trying to reach the napkin. I kissed the head and put my mouth over it. I had to see how far down the throat I could get it, but I wasn't in a good position. I thought I was good at taking cocks in mouth without gagging, and I can usually take it all the way down, but this was impossible. I just couldn't get more than a couple of inches into my mouth without gagging. I had to give up. I couldn't sit like that all the time. The thought of that thing entering my pussy was frightening. I took the napkin and put it over his cock. "Right," Henry said. "Now you have tried that. Let's relax and think about something else." I don't know how he managed - I certainly couldn't think about anything else. But he and Poul started talking about business, and slowly I could see the napkin moving down. Finally Henry moved the napkin, grabbed his cock and put it back in his trousers. Shortly after the waitress returned, but this time she stayed on the other side and didn't even look. What remarkable self-control, I thought. For the rest of the splendid dinner, I also displayed remarkable self-control. Nobody looked at me, and I had nowhere to look. Finally we left, and I even resisted the temptation to let the dress slip open on the way up the stairs. After the last taxi drive, this one was positively anticlimactic. Nothing happened. I think Henry was teasing me. He almost ignored me. Left me to my own dreams of his cock, and what the night had in store for me. "Do you feel like dancing," Henry asked. We were back in the real world. "Do you want me to dance?" I asked him, hoping he didn't, as I couldn't wait to get to his room. "I would love to watch you dance, I would love to show you off to all the other people in the discotheque, but," he said", "I don't know what I'd do with myself, if I had to watch you in a disco." "I know what you'd do," I said. I think we all knew. So we went to his room. It was a large suite with a great view over the ocean. Poul got us drinks from the mini-bar, and I was enjoying the view with Henry. We sipped the drinks standing up. Finally Henry turned around and looked at me. "I don't think it will get any bigger, no matter how much more excited I get", he said. He turned the nearby table-lamp on me. "Now, I want to see you properly, not half hidden in a dark taxi. Show us the real Jennifer." I could feel my nipples rise, and I looked down to see them straining against the material. His cock was moving in his trousers again. I undid the waistband for the second time that evening, and like last time, the dress parted as soon as I dropped the waistband on the floor. Henry looked down, this time very clearly able to see my completely shaven pussy. A small movement of my shoulders was all it took to shake the dress off my shoulders. I was standing completely naked in front of both guys, and God only knows how many other people looking in from outside, could see me through the window, in the strong light from the lamp. "Your turn," I said. Poul moved up right behind me so I could feel his cock growing in his trousers against my back. I rubbed my backside against it. It made me feel good that this was also exciting him, and that I didn't have to feel guilty. He was breathing heavily as he ran his fingers ever so lightly all over my front, without touching anything vital. I was shuddering. Henry unbuttoned his shirt first. Good tan, and good build, moderate hair and only the slightest trace of excess fat, which still couldn't hide the tight stomach muscles. Then the trousers came off. As soon as they dropped free of his cock, it jumped up and before he could removed them completely, it was fully hard with an upward curve. The skin had been cut, and the head was like a mushroom. The shaft was long, not too fat, but the head looked like an arrowhead. That was why I hadn't been able to take it in my mouth in the restaurant. Never had I seen anything like it. I had to hold it, to kiss it, to suck it. I moved away from Poul and lowered myself onto my shaky knees in front of Henry. I grabbed his balls. He moved his legs further apart so I could easily cup my hands around them. I squeezed lightly and his cock seemed to grow even harder, then it turned dark blue, with drops of pre-cum oozing out of it. I licked it, and squeezed more out. I spread it around the whole, incredibly big head, squeezing again and kissing it. I grabbed it with two hands, one on top of the other. I couldn't cover it lengthways with my two hands. I pulled the skin back as tightly as I could, and ran my tongue around the ring. Henry moaned and grabbed my hair. He put it in my mouth. I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on not gagging, the way I had learned. Slowly I moved it further back in my mouth. I relaxed all the muscles in my mouth, and pushed, coming back for air, concentrating on relaxing, then going a bit deeper the next time. Back for air, relaxing and further in and further in. I was halfway down the shaft, and Henry was pushing my head further in. Two thirds in I had to stop. I slowly slid it out again, gasping for air, then back in, then back out, back in, back out. It worked - I actually could do it! Henry was shaking, I thought he was about to come, so I stopped, but he wasn't. I asked him what was wrong, and he said it was just the sensation being so strong. Nobody had ever been able to do that to him like that before. I took that as great praise, but now I wanted him for real. I knew how big it was; I needed it in my pussy - not my mouth. I took Poul's hand and led him over to the sofa. Henry followed us. I sat Poul down at one end, leaning myself up against him, one leg up on the sofa, the other on the floor. Henry came around looking at us. "Poul", he said, "you look as if you are offering Jennifer to me!" "I am", Poul only said, and I loved him for it. Never a second of doubt or jealousy, with the thought of another guy going to put his cock in his wife, in a way she would ever forget. Henry sank down between my legs; he kissed my feet and then slowly let his tongue run up the inside of my thigh, slowly, ever so slowly approaching my pussy. His tongue passed down the other leg without having touched my pussy. All the way down to the other foot, kissing it and then up again. I put my hands down pulling my labia apart for him, wanting his tongue to touch my lovebutton. This time he touched it ever so lightly before travelling down the other leg. Fortunately this time his tongue came back up again faster, kissing just the right spot, but then disappearing again. I started to rub it myself, but Poul caught my arms and pinned them behind me. Fortunately this time his tongue stopped, and slowly and ever so lightly, started playing with the clit. I pushed myself against his tongue, wanting it to touch me harder. I locked my legs around his back, trying to force him closer. Now he was doing it harder, and then even harder. Now faster, until I started to shake, I just couldn't stay still. He stopped. Slowly his tongue crept higher up my stomach, licking it, wetting it. I was mad with wanting. Nothing was touching me, and I had been so close to coming. His tongue now hit one nipple. Circled around it, and finally ran over it. Now his mouth closed around it and sucked at it. Hard. I arched by back; my legs pulled his body against mine so I could feel him between my legs. Slowly he moved higher up, until his tongue reached my mouth. Circled around my lips until it finally met my tongue. It was a wild, eager, hungry kiss. As he moved closer, I suddenly felt his cock between my legs, really close to my pussy. I tried to sit, but he was leaning on me and had a tongue deep in my mouth. I couldn't stop kissing. I had to kiss back, as I felt his cock, stone-hard and slick, move the last bit towards my opening, resting just at the entrance. I finally managed to free myself from the kiss. "Stop Henry, Please stop," I begged, "I want to see it." Poul let go of my arms and I managed to push him away so I could see the cockhead resting against my glowing wet pussy. I grabbed the cock in my hands and ran the head all over my pussy till it also was glistening with my juice. He withdrew it a bit. "Are you ready?" Henry asked. I could only moan. "I want you to say it." "Please Henry," I said. "I am ready, I have never been so ready. Please do it now." He moved it against my opening. I sat up so I could see it better. Slowly he moved it into me. I could see my lips parting, then the head starting to disappear, as it was being forced inside me. "Argh," I let out, "God, it is so biiiiig!" The head had gone; the long shaft was pushing slowly further into me. I could feel the head going all the way in, pushing me apart. He stopped. Pulled it out a bit, until the head was about to show itself again. Then back in, this time deeper. Out again, in again - about halfway and I already felt as full as I ever had. Out, almost all the way, then a deeper plunge. I thought I felt it reach my cervix, but as it came out and in again, it miraculously went even deeper. There were only a few inches left. Out and a new plunge. This time it did reach it, it was a wonderful feeling as if it hit something soft that could be moved aside. Out - this time I felt him on my clit, at the same time as it touched bottom. It had gone in even further. He pulled it almost completely out, and then a new plunge, again and again. Faster and faster. Every time it touched my cervix, I felt like I was coming. But the time in between him getting it in and then out, was taking too long. I wanted him to move faster, but with the position I was in, I couldn't help him. "Henry stop," I gasped. He almost couldn't. He stopped with it all the way in. Looked me in the eye and said this was just soooo good, he couldn't stop. "You have to," I said. "Move over." He pulled out and rolled over sitting up, resting against the back of the sofa. I climbed on top of him, and not too carefully guiding it into me, I let myself drop down on it. Now I could control the speed. I moved the best I knew how. Even if I raised myself as much as I had ever done in that position, it was still only half out of me. But I didn't care; I wanted it deep, deep inside me. I moved faster and faster. Henry grabbed my tits and started to play with my nipples. I didn't want him to do that - I can't control myself when that happens. But I couldn't stop him. I started to come. I couldn't control my movements I just kept going. I was shaking, moving harder and harder and faster and faster. Plunging down on it with my full weight. I screamed as I came. I screamed because I couldn't stop. I kept going, the spasms now controlling my movements. I wanted to stop, but my body kept on moving,until I came with a second even bigger orgasm. I froze as though in pain, then I started to shake, while slowly collapsing. Tears were running down my cheeks. A couple more jerks and I was finished. I stayed like that for a while. Then I realised that Poul in the meantime had undressed, and was sitting stroking himself and masturbating. I go completely wild watching guys masturbate, especially when I know that the excitement is from watching me. I can understand this must have been exciting for him. He is always imagining this situation. I lifted myself off Henry's cock and stuck my ass up in the air. I grabbed Poul's cock and guided it round to my back, rubbing it in my pussy juices. Poul wet a finger with my juices, and stuck it up my other hole, while he plunged his hard dick inside me. It certainly was nowhere near the size of Henry's, but he knew the technique I liked. He moved his finger in and out as I rocked back and forth, feeling the full length of his cock reach my cervix, at the same time also pushing his finger deeper into me. Henry grabbed my tits, which were dangling right before his face. He sucked them, kissed them, bit them. Poul was faster: his strokes didn't reach as deep as Henry's, but they were fast like a rabbit's. It was like the constant stimulation of the clit and the labia, rather than reaching the cervix. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I soon started to come again, this time more intense and not drawn out, like a sudden blinding shock almost as if in pain. Poul, knowing my desires, slowly pulled out his finger, at just the same time as I climaxed. He now could grab my hips with both hands, and with a series of fast, wild plunges, I felt his sperm shoot into me, and as he slowly withdrew, it was starting to run down my legs. He flung himself down on the sofa, lying at one end, looking at me, still hovering above Henrys hard cock pointing at my stomach. "Henry," he said, "now it is your turn to do the same." I moved so he could get out, but stayed in the same position. I knew Poul's dream, was to see me from the side, as I was being fucked by somebody else. And I wanted him to have a real good look. I put my arms on the back of the sofa and rested my forehead on it. Then I moved my legs as far apart as possible, and waited. I didn't have to wait for long. Again the wonderful strong feeling of being forced apart. He didn't do it slowly, or in small steps this time. No slow teasing, just one long push to the end. I gasped, in this position it went even deeper. It hurt, but it was bearable. The next one - again pain, and again. But the pain was nice. It made the pleasure more intense. Henry didn't have long to go. He was plunging harder and harder, about to come. The pain was an integrated part of the pleasure. He grabbed my hips and pushed even deeper. My tits were bouncing out of control. Back and forth, sometimes circling. I looked at Poul knowing this was the sight he had longed for. He looked out of breath, panting almost. I lifted my head away from my arms, grabbed the back of the sofa and pushed myself further back, meeting each thrust with my own counter-move. Now Henry started to scream, Argh, Argh, Argh with each push. His screams became faster and faster. I couldn't separate the pain from the pleasure, and felt myself starting to climax once more. With each hard plunge, we were now both screaming, mostly at the same time. A louder scream from Henry, and I felt him shoot a large load of sperm, then another, and then another one again. He kept coming and he kept going, until my own screams topped his. Both of us froze as if fused together. Then I raised myself up leaned back against him, while his already limp cock slowly slid out of me, letting all our juices seep out. He put a hand down my front and scooped up three fingers full. He licked two himself, and offered the last to me. I carefully licked his finger, then the other two, tasting our combined juices. His other hand scooped up another handful, and smeared it over my tits. I just felt so good - totally spent. I could have stayed like that forever, but I looked at Poul, who was looking at me with such loving eyes, that I had to move over and give him a kiss. I kissed him and let myself sink into his arms spreading the juices from my tits all over him. Finally we came to rest in that position. There wasn't much more to talk about. Henry said it had been incredible, and in that he was absolutely right. He left to clean himself, but I was so tired I could hardly stand up. Poul helped me get the dress back on, even though it stuck to all the wet parts of my body - which was almost all of it. No, we didn't want another drink - we thought we wouldn't be able to drive if we did. I had a glass of water and gave Henry a small sisterly kiss. I just wanted out of there. I felt almost embarrassed about myself, about being such a slave to sex. The guy at the reception desk, looked at me with surprise, clothes clinging to me, hair all over the place. He probably thought I looked as though I had just been fucked! We made it home without talking, and spent the night clinging together, as if we had just found one another. I would never forget this night. I would never forget the feeling of taking such a large cock, or the animal-like behaviour sex could drive me to. I would love Poul forever and I would never do anything like that again... or at least not like this. Maybe something else. Something similarly exciting. Something... Well, you never know with me!

CAROL, MOM & ME 51 It was now late after noon. Mom and Annette went in the get something ready for dinner. What we hadn't known, is that jimmy's dad gave him the keys to their car. He and Carol went for a drive somewhere. They had left a note on the kitchen table. They had seen all of us into "My act" at the pool with all the women, and decided to go off by themselves. We were all still naked. The girls thought about getting dressed but then mom said the guys will probably want some when they get back soon. I sat with my legs in the pool with Lisa next to me. Wow, honey. This has been one exciting afternoon. Damn, Billy, You fucked each of us so nice. She reached over and stroked my cock slowly. This cock really got a work out today. I never sucked my mother before. I almost shit Billy, when she did that. I just went ahead anyway. It was different for me. Not like with Carol. I felt something different when her pussy was in my mouth, and you in my ass so deep and nice. I laid her down on an air mattress and put my head on her tits. Our hands softly caressing each other. I said that we should put some clothes on and go across the street and meet the new couple. Yeah. OK. A Little while won't hurt. We told mom we would be back in about an hour. We knocked on the front door and the same girl answered. OH, Hi, come on in. We were just sitting out back by our pool. Its so hot today. She was wearing a very skimpy two piece. Her large tits absolutely bulging. She followed my eyes. I see YOUR problem has been taken care of. She laughed and asked what we wanted to drink. Her husband was tall, dark brown hair, and hair all over his chest. Hi, I'm Billy, this is Lisa, my fiancee. I'm Dan, and of course you've met my wife Nikki. They seemed nice. Friendly. Can't stay too long. Her parents are visiting and have to work tommorrow. We will all be eating over there in about an hour and a half. Oh that's Ok. Care for a swim? We've been in all day over there. My wife here told me how she met you!!!! He laughed. Yes. We were caught not long ago too. We were out here and thought we locked the front door. Her crochety mom came walking right out, and here we were in our birthday suits going at it. She even had the nerve to be indignant. Forget the fact she came unannounced and walked right on in. His wife beckoned to Lisa to come in the pool. Oh come on. Lisa finally said I don't have my suit on. I just changed out of it. Oh hell! Nikki said. Then reached behind her and undid her bra top and threw it up on the deck. Now we're almost even. Lisa looked at me. Its OK honey. I don't care. She stepped into the stairs of the pool and pulled her shirt off. Dan clapped. Nice. Lisa seemed a bit shy. Oh Come on Lisa. Its nice in here hon. The girls swam around for a while. Dan was a car distributor. Well, my dad will want to talk with you. I think he's going to get my sis a car soon as she learns to drive. Fine he said. I'll whip up a wholesale deal. Finally, the girls came up to get a beer. Nikki seemed to deliberately sit near me. Her bare tits swinging nicely. They are nice tits Dan said. Yes they are I laughed. Lisa here is also pretty damn cute too. You guys think its so damn easy carrying around tits this size. Look at my damn shoulders. There were marks from her bra embedded in the middle of each shoulder. Lisa said, Yeah, you guys. I know. My mom has really big ones too, and sometimes she hurts. Nikki held each of her tits in her hands and said they probably weigh five pounds damn it. She turned to me sitting close and said, go ahead feel how heavy they are. I looked at Dan. Its OK. I don't mind. I held out my hands and she let hers go. Her big tits fell into my hands and it really surprised me. I held them and moved them up and down with each hand. Holy shit. Just like two five pound bags of sugar. I told you. I slightly caressed them a few seconds more and was about to pull my hands away. Her hands went to mine and said you were doing just fine. If your sweetheart doesn't mind I could use a tit massage. Hey, Lisa said. he just gave me the finest tit massage I ever had this afternoon. Looking at me giving her OK. No shit, honey, Dan said. Yeah. He told me Nikki caught him on the way back to me in the yard. We were in the middle..... Dan laughed and said, I know the rest. Laughing some more. He was at full attention. Yeah. Lisa said. He's doing a nice job Dan. This is why I like to go topless as much as I can. Especially back here. I wanted that bra top off so badly. It was hurting, and the damn thing's brand new. I was really hoping you guys would'nt feel embarrassed. No, Lisa and I said at the same time. We get into some pretty crazy parties and a LOT worse happens, she said. Oh keep that up Billy. It feels really nice. Lisa said, I told you he gives great tit massages. You're not jealous Lisa? Dan asked . Oh no! Billy and I really love each other and this doesn't bother me a bit. Nikki moved to a small stool right in front of me now. There. This should make it easier as we talk. Now you can do them better. Her head leaned back looking up at me between my legs. I reached down over her front, from behind her and continued caressing her large soft tits. They DO feel really nice, I said. OOOOOH so do your hands and fingers. Believe me. She took a drink from her beer and leaned her head straight back to look up to me. She asked how's your beer? Well.....Dan? Would you mind? Oh sure. How about you Lisa? I could use one too. Dan stood up and it was evident he had half a hard on. It was directly in front of Lisa's face as he stood to pass in front of her. DAN! Now you're like Bill here, when I saw him this afternoon. I was still massaging her tits nicely. See how these men are Lisa? Doesn't it piss you off sometimes? Guys with their hardons...... Billy is the same Nikki. He's hard most of the time, chasing me around. They were giggling. Yeah. but its fun when we catch them. They laughed again. He calls me the perfect magician. I can make his go away in a hurry. She leaned her head back again to look up at me. Hey you really are good at doing tits. Lisa was right. I smiled down at her. Her head went a little further back. Maybe deliberately, and she could feel my hard cock. Uh Oh Lisa. This guy better not stand up either. What.....Is he??? They laughed again. She now deliberately pushed her head back to my cock and moved it from side to side over it. Her nipples were very hard and her large aureolas were stiff. No way for her to hide it. I looked at Lisa's tits. They were also hard too. I knew she was excited wathcing me caress Nikki's tits. Nikki's husband came back with some beer and must have shifted his hard on. It was still evident he was very hard. Hey honey, this poor guy is in the same boat as you. If I move my head it will fall out. Everyone laughed. I'm not shitting, I'm holding him up with my head right now. Now she just kept moving her head back and forth openly against my hard on. They all knew now, what she was doing. Are his eyes rolling in his head yet Lisa? Everyone laughed. I've already seen this beauty once today. Lisa laughed again, I've seen the thing all night and all day. What do you think, Lisa? Should we be nice girls and take pity on these guys? Lisa laughed, looking at Dan's hard on now. Well.....maybe we should let them suffer like we do with our periods. Oh, that would really be mean Lisa, Dan said. Nikki's head pressed my cock right up tight against my stomach now. See how these women get Dan? I said. Now she shifted and turned to face me still kneeling. Her tits were laying on my knees as she knelt there. Yeah, Lisa. he's in the same condition I found him in this afternoon, she laughed. Looking up to me, Is it OK Lisa if I give him First Aid. Yes, the poor baby. I guess so, Lisa laughed. She smiled up at me and raised a little higher on her knees now. Then she reached to pull my shorts down over my cock. OOOOOHHHH she said. Looks like a four alarmer here she said laughing. Have you checked out the fires in YOUR district Lisa? I'm about to, she laughed. I looked over at Lisa as she got up and went to Dan sitting opposit her. I saw her hand reach out to touch his cock through his shorts. I seem to have at least a three alarmer here Lisa joked, now kneeling in front of Dan. Yeah, I'm not quite sure how long it will take to lower these flames here. Well this one is an inferno. I have to work fast. She winked at me and lowered her mouth quickly on my cock and sucked it really nice. Lisa took her cue and had the Dan's shorts down to his ankles. OOOOOHHHH, Nice Lisa said. She stroked his cock and looked at me and then took him in her mouth and sucked. OOOOHHH He moaned. He looked at us and watched his wife a minute as his hand went to Lisa's head. She sucked him up and down and used her hand as she so often did with me. Nikki was stroking my cock and looked up at me. Feel nice, she said softly? Oh yes, Nikki. It really does. This is for making my tits feel so nice. She lifted my cock to my stomach and licked from my lower crotch all the way back up to the tip. Her teeth bit along the underside on her way. OOOOOHHH I moaned. dan was humping a little faster as Lisa sucked him. She was Licking up and down both sides and then deep throated him. He moaned loudly. I knew when Lisa was ready for his cum that she would take his sack and balls in her mouth. Nikkin now did that very same thing leaning her head down and taking my whole sack in her mouth and ran her tongue all around my balls in her mouth. Almost like mom and Lisa did. I moaned again. Oh I love that, as she looked up at me. Her hand softly stroking my cock. She squeezed it from the base all the way up and forced out a few drops of cum and licked them with her tongue, then her lips. He tastes pretty good Lisa. she said. Um hm. Lisa answered with her mouth full of cock. His cock was roughly about the same size as mine. Now Nikki took her two fingers and circled my cock at the base and jerked me into her mouth. Cum hon. Go ahead she said softly. I like cum. Give me yours, OK OH its almost there niki....almost there....Good, She said . She sucked me deep now, bending her head and taking my whole cock into her throat. I moaned as she cradled my balls and caressed them. Her two circled fingers jerking up as she sucked and her fingers caressing my balls.....She had me....OOOOOhhhh I said. Here I am Nikki. Here it is....She jerked me a little harder and faster. She sucked deeper as I started to shoot. This time, when she felt my cum start to shoot in her mouth, her two fingers squeezed and jerked me rapidly into her sucking mouth. I jerked off the seat now, almost standing as I continued to shoot. OOOOh OOOH OOOH My hips jerked and Lisa turned her head slightly to watch me cum in Nikkin's mouth. She was jerking Dan faster now as she sucked him deeply. Dan was almost there. He was humping his hips now and she said, go ahead big boy. Give me your cum....oooo ahhhh here it is. Lisa sucked him hard. I could see her throat gulp as he came in her mouth. Nikki was still slowly sucking me now, as most of my cum was shot out. Her hands softly stroked all over my cock as she raised her mouth off it. Damn, you tasted good, Billy. I should have said my mother thinks so too, and so does...... Dan was shooting now as we both watched. Nikki continued to softly stroke my cock as she watched her husband cum. OOOH feel good baby? OOOOH yes. I'm almost....as Lisa finally milked his cum from him. He spasmed in her mouth with a force. I was getting nervous about. I hoped her wouldn't hurt her. Soon, they were done. I was about to get up and pull my shorts back up, but Nikki held on to me. She looked up and said please.....wait. Please don't go yet. Well, we really don't have a lot of time..... Oh please, just a while longer. I would like you to.... that is of its OK with Lisa? She was still on her knees in front of Dan softly stroking him down from his cum. Nikki asked Lisa....is it OK hon if he.....Lisa looked at me wondering if we should....I gave her a look meaning it was up to her. Oh OK. I don't care but we can't be long. Please. We can't be much longer tonight. Any other time would be no problem. Lisa turned to Dan and asked OK, big boy. Can you do a quickie? I... I.. I think so hon. Nikki was still kneeling between my legs. Great. She smiled up to me and stroked my cock. UUUUMMMM You're half hard already. Lisa said he can always get it up pretty quick. UUUUMMM. Nikki lowered her mouth on my cock once more and sucked me softly for a few minutes. Then she pulled away...ooooohhh How would you like me? I mean how would you like to do it? Well, if I go in from the back, I could easily play with your tits. Oh I like that too. I love my tits played with when I being fucked. Right Dan? Lisa and Dan were laying on their sides kissing now. She's right, he said. Nikki loves her tits played with as you already know. She turned to face Lisa and Dan as they started to fuck with him on top. She knelt on her hands and knees to me and said OK, Billy..... I knelt behind her and caressed her pussy softly up and down. I rubbed her slim ass as if giving it a massage also. OOOOHHHH Baby. I wasn't expecting that! I reached down and once again fingered and caressed her whole pussy and played with her clit. OOOOOOHHHH that really feels nice as she moved her hips back and forth slowly on my caressing hand. She was watching Lisa and Dan fucking now. Now I took my hardened cock and slipped it up and down her slit. OOOOOHHHHH she moaned. She looked over her shoulder at me. As she looked, I pushed forward and entered her warm pussy. OOOOHHH aaaaggggh. OH, He's in me honey. OOOOHHH feels nice. She fucked back at me and wiggled her ass with me deep in her pussy. I started to fuck her now and reached under for her hanging and heavy tits. I caressed them much harder now as I fucked into her. Lisa was moaning softly as he fucked her slowly. My hands moved all over her tits and made her feel nice. She moved her ass in circles as I fucked her. Forcing my cock in all directions on the inside of her pussy. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock softly. You feel really nice inside babe, I whispered in her ear. Oh so do you. So do you. Am I tight enough for you? Oh yes. It feels just right. How are you doing Lisa honey. Nikki asked. Oh fine. He feels nice in me. Yes. Nikki said he's nice. Billy is doing me real nice too, Lisa. Doesn't his cock feel real nice. Oh yeah. As she fucked me a little faster. Want to cum babe? Yeah. OK I need a cum, Billy. OK. I fucked her harder and faster now...OOOOOOHHHHH OOOOHHH GOD....I was deep in her wetness now watching my honey being fucked also. My cock feels like its almost there Nikki....its OK I'm ready babe.....anytime. I fucked in and out of her hard now, and I started shooting . OOOOHHH There it is Nikki....I pushed hard and deep and stayed buried into her cunt. I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock as she moaned and moaned. Her hips fucking back and forth quickly on my cumming cock. Finally we were spent, and I pulled slowly out of her. I reached to help her stand up and kissed her. That was nice I said. It sure was Billy. We were speaking softly not disturbing Lisa and Dan til they were finished. Billy, can we do this again? Please? Right now? No, hon. Anytime soon. Just come over. OK. That might be a little complicated for me, with time. Well. I hope we can do it again soon. I loved the way you massaged my tits. She turned and pulled my hands up to caress her tits once again. We stood watching Lisa about to cum. Dan was in an arch and I knew he was almost there. Nikki waited til their cum was over and turned to kiss me softly. Its not too often he fucks that good. Know what I mean? I think so. Tonight seems a little special Billy. I want to thank you for coming over. She reached and caressed my cock nicely as I massged her tits pressed into me. I came real nice Billy. Its been a long....I think I understand, I said. Lisa was putting on her top and shorts now, and Kissed Dan quickly. It felt nice big boy. Dan stood at least a foot over her. She walked over to Nikki and me and put her arm around my back. Well us girls finally made out didn't we? She said. I thought these guys were just going to let us suck them and leave US high and dry, smiling to Nikki. I'm glad that didn't happen. It was nice for me, Lisa. He felt really nice in me. I love him, she said looking up into my eyes with a soft smile. Well, its almost dark and we really have to haul ass. They will be pissed over there. Hate to fuck and run Lisa said, and we all laughed. I promised to visit again and we ran across the street. Oh Billy, I can't believe that all just happened. I can't believe I let a total stranger fuck me??? It was nice though wasn't it? Yeah. Crazy, but nice. They will be talking about us all night honey. Billy? She stopped at the foot of our driveway....Kiss me honey. Right here in the middle of this fucking street. Tell me you love me again. I reached for her and pulled her tight to me. I kissed her deeply and said don't worry. EVER, honey. No matter what, It is you that I truly love. OK Billy. NOW, listen. Billy, I would like to have your father fuck me with you fucking my mom right beside us???? We haven't really fucked either of them yet. I want this so much Billy. OK honey. Let's see what the weather is like back there. Maybe they're already busy. How about this? You sleep with dad in his rom after we all fuck together, and Your mom will be with me all night. I think my mom wants a real fuck with your dad anyway? Sounds OK to me honey. We went through the house to get to the yard. I knew the big wooden fence would be locked. Hi everyone, I said. I grabbed a couple of hot dogs and ate them quickly. Lisa made a plate and we sat on a lounge. As like last night, everyone was again naked, and seemingly happy. Dad said that was one hell of a trim job you did on the girls. They said ther's a story to tell but none of them will tell us until you were here. Lisa stood up and rotated her pussy in front of everyone and said I got the treatment too. Very nice her dad and my dad said. I was sitting near dad now. Mom next to Jack. Before I start, I said low to him, Lisa asked me if you would make love with her while I do her mom right next to you two. Whoa. Well.....Is it OK with you Billy? Yeah, Sure. I haven't had Lisa yet. I haven't had her mother inside either, except for today. In our room? I guess, for a start, then her ma and me can go in my room. Yeah. That would work, Billy. Sure. I think mom wants to go home with Jack. She mentioned something about it a little earlier, but nothing was set, yet Billy. I'll tell her dad. OK son. Are you sure about Lisa? Yeah. Its OK. OK. I leaned over and kissed mom, sitting next to Jack. Jack said it was a fine trim job I did on Annette. Mom stood in front of him and displayed her pussy job to him. He reasched and slid his hand over it. She saw him getting a hard on and knelt down in front of him. She started to stroke him softly as he moaned. I smiled. It was fun. So I've heard, but no one is talking about it. They were waiting for you to be here first, to tell the story. Are you two going with each other tonight mom? Well, I was kind of thinking???? Yeah, Jean come home with me. Jimmy and Carol too. I guess it will be OK then. Mom said. I'll be back in a second. I walked over to Annette, Hi honey. Missed you, Annette? Yeah hon, Iguess the way it works outtonight Lisa wants to do my dad, and with you and me doing it right next to them. Its OK with me hon. She hasn't fucked my father yet and we haven't really fucked either. Yeah, she laughed as she reached to stroke my cock. Yeah, sure honey. I would love it. mom's going with Jack to your house. lisa was now sitting on dad's lap. His hands caressing her tits. I walked over to Carol and asked Jimmy if I could borrow my sister for a dance. Hey, go for it. They had been sitting on air mattresses playing with each other. I wrapped my arms around her and we started to dance. I haven't hardly seen you all day honey. Her tits felt nice pressed into me as we danced a little. She felt my cock getting hard between us. I'm dying to suck you again Billy. You did, hon, early this morning. That was nothing, I mean right here in front of all of them. I want them all to see how much I care for you. Right now? Yeah. Well, I was just getting ready to fuck Lisa's mom, hon. Lisa is going to fuck dad right next to us, upstairs. Like mom fucked me this morning right next to her. But OK. That's all going to happen a little later. If YOU really want to. Yeah I do. Carol led me to a lounge next to mom. She turned and pushed me down. Lisa was watching on dad's lap and I winked at her. Carol knelt between my legs and stroked me up and down softly. She licked the whole underside of my cock and dad was watching now, too. Her hands wrapped around my whole cock and she softly went up and down on it. I was hard now. She bent down and sucked my cock into her mouth and pulled my sack down taut and then scratched it with her nails firmly as she sucked me. it felt different and nice. Again her one hand stretched my sack and the other scratched. OOOOH That feels nice hon. She looked up and smiled brightly at me. She jerked my cock in her hand up and down and went back to sucking me deep now. She used her teeth more, as I really like. OOOOHHH Honey. She stroked me all the way up and down into her mouth. Her blowjob style was all her own. It was really different from all the other women. Let me stand hon, Ok. She kept my cock in her mouth as I rose. I looked at Lisa as Carol sucked me deep and hard now. I noticed jimmy watching intently. Now I started to fuck in and out of her mouth and she sucked me harder. I knew Carol's blowjobs by now. UUUUUMMMM Billy, shoot hon, shoot. She knelt there jerking and sucking as her mouth went deeper and she took my cock in her throat. OOOOHHHH Honey.....her fingers stretching my sack again and caressing my balls. I fucked into her mouth quicker and started to shoot. She sucked hard until I was empty and then quickly rose to hug me. Nice Billy? Oh yeah hon. I came hard didn't I. Yeah I could feel you shoot hard down my throat. See you later OK Billy? Yeah hon, I love you. I love you too Billy. She went off to rejoin Jimmy. Mom was now sucking Jack over in the corner of the deck. Lisa was kissing dad, as he stroked her tits. I walked over and sat next to Anette, who was alone for the moment. I think we'll have a nice time tonight billy. No doubt Annette. Let me start now honey....You're mom's got me hot sucking my husband over there. I need a while hon. Carol just emptied me. Damn. I have rotten luck tonight. I'll make up for it in a little while. Mom finished sucking Jack now, and was just lazily sitting on the deck between his legs stroking him. She winked at me. She looked so beautiful and peaceful sitting there with her legs stretched out and crossed. Finally, after seeming to catch her breath, she stood up. OK everyone. Before it gets much later, I think we ought to wrap this up. I mean carol and Jimmy, and Jack. We;re going to their house tonight. Since you guys are staying here it doesn;t amke any difference. Mom looked over at Annette sitting next to me and rubbed her throat. I have your husband's cum here, and tonight I want it HERE, laughing and moving her hand over her pussy. Yes! I love this trim job Billy. Everyone laughed. I stood up as mom was getting ready to leave with Jack. She came to me and asked, gonna miss me baby? Mom, you know damn well I will. I hugged her close and she reached down caressing my balls. Take good care of these for me Annette. I sure will Jean, she laughed. Mom quickly knelt down and took my cock in her mouth in front of us. Just a quickie to remember me by honey. She sucked me a minute and then rose to kiss me once more. Have a nice time mom. You too baby. I'll bring Annette home in the morning and then get you. OK Honey. Carol and Jimmy were already out in the car. Mom went over and kissed dad and Lisa, and walked away. Annette was kissing her husband good night also. Soon, it was just dad and Lisa, Annette and me. I pulled Annette and we jumped in the pool and swam around for a while. We swam over in front of Lisa and dad. I felt sort of funny watching her kneeling between his legs now. She was half facing us. her hand on his cock stroking it softly. My baby wants you tonight huh? Annette said. Yeah, I guess so, Annette. Well, we'll be even Jim. I'll be feasting on your son too. Want to do it here honey? Hey, that would be OK. Kind of cramped upstairs. Jump uphere and let me suck that wonderful cock of yours. I leaped up on the side of the deck with my legs in the water. She was just tall enough to reach my cock the right way. Why don't you two join us she said. Good idea dad said. I'll lick Lisa here. It seem's you want to do Billy first. Oh Yeah. I owe him buig tome from today. We all laughed as she started to lower her mouth on my cock. Lisa sat next to me and dad got in the pool. He came between her legs and she spread wide for him. Automatically, my arm went around her back. She watched dad as he got ready to suck her. She laid down now, and dad started to lick her softly. Annette was watching for a minute and then went back to sucking me with no demands. Just a soft pleasure type of movement. I reached next to me and caressed Lisa's face as dad started tosuck her clit. I could see all of his movement in her wide open pussy. Lisa moved my hand to her tits and moved it all around them as she swayed her hips slowly to dad's mouth. Feel nice honey. Oh yes Jim. I really like it. He had her pussy lkips spread wide now as he stuck his tongue deep into her. Her body jerked as she felt his tongue. She moved my hand faster over and over her tits now. UUUUUMMMMM Annette was now starting to suck me a littl faster also. Let's see if we can make our kids cum together Jim. OK. How you doing Billy. Fine dad. She'll have me cumming in a couple minutes. I can't wait to taste your honey's juice, Billy. You'll have it soon if you keep that up, Lisa said. her hips moving a little faster against his sucking mouth. Her mom started to jerk me now and suck my balls softly. Feel nice Billy? Oh Annette... Go ahead honey let your second mom have your sweet cum. She strarted to deep throat me as dad watched. His mouth moving faster over Lisa's pussy now, and sucking her clit. She was moaning and humping next to me now. Her hand and mine squeezing her tit hard. She was slmost there. I watched as she started to cum, and dad sucked her faster. UUUUMMMMHe was moaning. Lisa was humping up and down against his face and hereyes were closed. OOOOOHHHHH here it is oooohhhhh Dad stuck two fingers in her pussy now as he sucked her. Lisa was cumming in fullnow and I felt my balls about to erupt as Annette sucked me harder and faster, Her hand stroking me up and down at the same time. I started to shoot...Annette sucked me deeply into her throat. Her mouth sucked real hard around my entire cock now. I looked down at her sucking mouth. Her eyes were smiling up at me, as I was cumming in her throat. My hands went to her face and I caressed it as I was shooting. She sucked me with smiling eyes. her mouth went to lick and suck my whole sack with my balls into her mouth. She caressed my softening cock gently now. Sicking my balls tenderly. I laid back and Put my arm under Lisa as we both watched our parents finishing our cums. Her chest was still heaving. Oh your dad made me cum nice honey, as she laid looking up to the stars. So did your mom. Dad and Annette got out of the pool now, and they hugged. Annette's tits glistening with the drops of water in the moolight now. Dad hkled her tits and played with htem a while as they looked down at Lisa and me. Good kids? Oh yeah. Well, let's have a drink now. The girls sat betweeen our legs on the deck with their legs intertwined. Annette's head was laying back against my cock now, reminding me of the girl across the street. That was really nice Jim, Lisa said. I came twice while you hasd your fingers in me and were sucking my clit. She looked back smiling up at him. He reached down and cradled her tits in his hands. I like our trimmed pussies, Annette said, Again we all laughed. No one told you what he did, have they? No. All they do is smile when I ask. Well, THIS guy, YOUR son, was an excellent lover today. He started with Jean. First he had her lay with her legs in the water right there. Then he used some cream and trimmed and shaved her pussy rel nice. He rinsed it off and then he licked and sucked her pussy while he played with her tits and had US rubbing Jean all over. He licked and sucked the hell out of her and made her cum twice. NOW, THIS sex god turned her over on her stomach and puts that big pillow over there under her. He has ME kneeling at her head rubbing her shoulders and upper back, while he's between her legs with his cock laying in her crack. He's rubing her ass all over. Jean is still moaning all over the place, as me and Lisa were helping him with her back rub. his cock is rock hard in her ass crack and then he asks ME to put come cream on his cock. I moved down thinking he wanted me to jerk him off on her ass, but no. I greased up his cock and he shoved right into her ass. Jim, he fucked the shit out of her and she came and came. When he was done cumming in her, he picked her ass up and made US hold Jean in the air with her head on the deck and he licked her pussy again while she screamed her brains out. He did the same damn things to me, Jim. he fucked the hell out of MY ass too. This was all done while getting a back massage at the same time. This guy had me cumming for a straight ten minutes this afternoon Then he REALLY did Lisa. He fucked the hell out of her ass also. All three of us got a real nice rubdown and then fucked hard in the ass. He really did a fine job on our pussy trims. Look at Lisa's. I did when I was sucking her. Fine work there, Billy, dad said laughing. lisa and her mother were playing footsies with their toes and feet into each other's pussies now. Dad let go of Lisa's tits now and stood up. I need another beer, Want one, anybody? Yeah dad. We finished the beer and Annette said, well boys, ready to fill our pussies now? dad looked at me. I guess so, hon. Good. Lisa said. Anxious to have dad's big cock in her. She knelt up now and reached for his cock as he stood. She looked closely at it, and stroked it. Looking up at him. It was really getting hard now. She took both hands and cupped them under hios balls and caressed them softly. She leaned forward and lowered her mouth on just the to and sucked him. OOOOHHH Honey.. You too, Billy. Stand over here honey. I stood upnow and Annette once again knelt and sucked me softly into real hardness. OK. Lisa. I think that's enough.... they're ready to fuck us now. Both girls laid down on the deck on their backs and spread their legs for us. They were rubbing their pussies in anticipation. I knelt between Annette's legs and she reached for my hard on. She stroked it as I stared to lay on top of her. She quikly guided my cock into her and I plunged into her. She let out a loud moan. OOOOHHH, How nice. How fucking nice after all this today. Your nice hard cock finally inside me. Dad was sliding his cock up and down Lisa;s slit as he got it wet. Lisa's eyes were wide with excitemnt now. ready honey he asked? Oh yeah. I really want you in me. Dad plunged in quickly and Lisa yelled as dad's cock completely filled her entire pussy. her arms went around him as he laid down on her. Her legs went up to his sides and he started now, to move inside her. I was fucking into Annette deep but slow as I watched Lisa taking my dad's cock. finally dad started to move his hips in circles and back and forth without pumping her. Lisa moaned loudly as she tried to hump up to him. OOOOHHHH You're so fucking big in me....OOOOHHHHH Annette's puss was gently stroking my cock from within, making it feel wonderful. I leaned up and got to a kneeling position and fucked in and out of her. She raised her hips high to keep meeting my thrusts. Oh you feel so nice Billy. How is my pussy hon? Really soft and nice Annette. Feels nice around my cock. Stay right there honey while my pussy milks your cock for you. She used her pussy muscles as mom did for me. It felt wonderful. She smiled as I knelt there looking dowen at her. Our bodies still, but her pussy working nicely inside. Lisa was hugging dad tightly as he rocked and started to pump harder into her now. OOOOHHHHH you feel so nice Lisa honey. Billy must really love it here inside you. I do dad. I do. her mom here feels pretty close to her also. I smiled down to her. Now I leaned over her and started to really fuck into her. OOOOHHHH feels nice baby, Lets go. She bucked hard up against me as we both rammed each other hard. My cock in that tight velvet glove being sucked deep inside her and constanly being millked....OOOOOHHHHAnnette...OOO Cum in me Billy honey....cum baby. her hands went to her swaying tits and squeezed them hard as I knelt back and looked at her. Our eyes locked as she felt my cock shooting in her milking pussy. OOOOHH Honey....em[ty in me honey. Her hips rising up and down milking me softly. I watched my cock as it was bursting in her now. I could see it expanding with each large excited spurt into ther.OOOHHH BIlly. It feel nice honey. Yes. You feel nice shooting in me. Now I laid back down on her and she held me to her tits and slowly rotated her hips with my cock deep within her. Lisa was moaning now, and glaced over to me. Oh honey, your dad id really fucking me. I love it. Oh honey your dad feel so nice in me....ooo oooo I can feel his huge cock cumming in meeeee...Oh my God....her fingers were digging into dad's sides now as he pumped her fast and hard. I could see him strraining now as he arched his back with his final spurting. Lisa drove her hips off the deck up to him and humped wildly. Oh Billy, Billy, he's really fucking me nice honey. I'm giving him my cum now honey. OOOOOHHH OOOHHH. finally, dad was spent and laid down on her to catch his breath. Lisa was stroking his hair and had her eyes closed. I knew she was now completely fulfilled. OOOHHHH Oh Billy, now I have both your father's and your cum in me honey. Just like your mom. I will too, baby, later tonight smiling up at dad next to me. I was still inside Annette as dad was stareting to pull out of Lisa now. Dad sat on the end of the loung next to him. Lisa was sitting now, her eyes glazed over with happiness. They were looking at Annette and me. Annette said, I don;t know if you realize it Billy honey. Us women just love it when a man is cumming inside us. It does nice things deep inside our pussies honey. It makes us even cum hard most of the time feeling a man spurting deep in us. Little tingly things happen right away when you are shooting, You're right mom. It just happened in me when Jim was shooting. Its so hard to explain, but it feels so very nice. Sure we can cum with vibes and stuff, but when a real cock is in us and shooting your sperm, something automatically happens deep in our pussies. Its like a whole different orgasm. I was slowly moving my hips in small circles over and over her pussy with my cock inside. I felt myself getting harder as she spoke so softly. I started to pump her again and we came shortly after that together. Its happening right now, Billy. As she arched her hips way up to me. That feeling hioney. Can YOU feel it? Yes, I eally cane around the tip of my cock. OOOOOHHH Its so nice. Stay right there honey. We were jambed tight against each other in the midst of our cum. Finally we pulled apart and sat on the lounge. that was pretty nice guys. I think Lisa and I are pretty filled right now. Oh Yeah mom. Lisa stood up and pulled me up to her. She reached up and kissed me. She pulled my hands to cup her tits and kissed me again. Annette moved over next to dad now and reached down and caressed his cock watching us. She leaned over and kissed him. Their look between them saying many words. Well guys, we did Lisa's wish tonight. She wanted each of us to have you fuck us. If yu guys don't mind, I would like to spend the rest of tonight with Jim. He smiled at her. Oh sure, Annette.Sure. Well?, Jim? She stood now and dad rose with her. We'll see you in the morning guys. We might even sleep out here tonight dad. Its so nice out. That would be sexy. See you all in the morning as they walked through the yard. Oh Billy, it was so nice the way he fucked me. I was feeling like it was you looking at you right there and then feeling him again pumping in me. Oh it felt like I was having both of you in me at the same time honey. Both you fucking me at the very same time. Looking at you fucking mom, and your dad's cock deep in my pussy....OOOOHH It was so nice. Let's go in and get this sweat off us. We jumped in and swam for a while. We finally got out and cuddled on an air mattress. Billy? Yes Honey? Would you please cucm in me before we go to sleep? Please? Oh Honey. I need some time after how nice your mom drained me. Remember. we did it twice, I had a blowjob from her, and carol gave me a blowjob. Not to mention across the street. OK, Billy. maybe in the morning. I just wanted your cum in me to mix with your dad's. Just like your mom likes. It will be in you still, in the morning honey. Ok Billy. Hold me.

NOTE: This is an adult story. If you are not a legal adult in your jurisdiction, please do not continue. If frank depictions of human sexuality offend you, please do not continue. Otherwise, please enjoy. Together to Learn - Jack and Jill By Millie Teases "Well, I think we need to do something more," said Mitsy. "I mean, the other night was tremendous, but there's got to be more to it." "Well, what do you want?" said Pam. "We could have another party like that, and see what happens." "No, something more. I liked the party, and think we should have more, but maybe we could do something else. Something kind of sexy, maybe, but safe, too. I mean, I don't think we want to go to a sex club, but maybe something...I don't know, just something." "Just something. What something? Something sexy, but safe." replied Pam, a little frustrated. "We could rent a porn movie - or maybe one of the guys has one we could watch." "No, I'd think I'd be too embarrassed to do that. I just don't know..." said Mitsy. Jenny walked up with her lunch tray and sat down with her friends. "Hi, how are you?" "We're ok," said Pam. "But Mitsy wants to do something more like we did the other night, but not just that. She keeps saying 'something more' but she can't figure out what. The closest she's gotten is 'something sexy, but safe.'" "Oh," Jenny was a little embarrassed. The other night had been wonderful, and she knew she wanted something like it to happen again, but part of her kept thinking that if her mother ever found out what she had done that she'd probably be back home in a day and never let out of her sight again. And now a new idea was going through her head too, the idea her cousin, the one from her father's side of the family who lived in Florida and her mother really didn't approve of, had introduced her to. "Um," she started, still blushing. "I've got an idea, maybe." "What is it?" asked Mitsy. Jenny started in, quickly. "Well, I've got this cousin. She lives in Florida. And she got this scholarship from this group, and well, she says her family has always gone to these places and that they're part of this organization and it really is sexy but not totally because they don't really allow it." "Slow down," said Pam. "What are you talking about?" Jenny took a deep breath. "Umm, she's a nudist, and so is all her family. My mom really hates it but Clare, that's her name, says it's normal and natural and kind of fun, too, especially if you go someplace where there are other folks our age." "You mean, she and your aunt and uncle wander around naked at home and stuff?" "No, not really at home, at least not when we've been around. They belong to this place that's kind of like a resort and a club. And there's an association - the ones who gave her the scholarship because she worked on some kind of a committee at their national meeting for a couple of years. Anyway, she says these resorts are all over the place. They're not real secret, but they're not real publicized either." "But what if you saw somebody you knew?" asked Pam Jenny replied, "Clare says they'd be naked too, so what's the problem? And anyway, she said, one of the big things is about being discreet. You don't go blabbing about who you saw or anything." "But, aren't they just one big orgy or something? I mean, don't the guys all walk around all sticking out and everything?" "Well, it wasn't like that the time Clare took me to the one her family belongs to," said Jenny. "You mean you went?" Pam gasped, loudly. "You walked around naked in front of people and everything? Weren't you embarrassed?" Jenny was blushing furiously. "Keep it down, Pam. I don't want to tell the whole world. Yes, I did go. And yes, I was embarrassed at first. I mean, we drove up to the gate and Clare showed her card and said I was her guest and they let us in, and the first thing I saw was an old couple - as old as my grandparents, walking down the road, naked. And then Clare parked the car and hopped out and just started stripping off, right there, in the parking lot." "Gee, I don't know if I could do that," said Mitsy. "Well, it wasn't so bad after a little while. We went swimming and wandered around and sunbathed, just like going to the pool at home. The only difference was everyone was naked. " "But didn't people stare all the time?" asked Mitsy. "No, I mean, you look of course, but Clare told me they think it's pretty rude to stare, just like in other places. And there wasn't any sex going on, at least in the public places. Clare says it's not allowed. There are too many little kids around and some people might get offended. She says most of the people are like everyone else - they go to church, and work, and are in the scouts or a service club or whatever. They aren't swingers. And I only saw one guy who was erect, and he rolled over pretty quick. Clare says people pretty much understand, but guys are just supposed to roll over or whatever so it's not so obvious." "Old people and little kids?" asked Mitsy. "Yeah, a little of everybody. Like I said, it was mostly like going to the pool, only nobody has clothes on." "Well," said Pam. "What do you think of that, Mitsy? It sounds sexy and kind of safe. You get to see lots of people naked, but don't have to worry about sex." "Do you think we could get Amy and Larry and Alan to do it?" asked Mitsy. "Probably. And we'll never know if we don't ask them," said Pam. "OK, Jenny, so how do we find one of these places?" "The same way you find anything -- the Internet," said Jenny. After lunch they all went to the computer lab and commandeered a computer in a back corner, where it was hard for anyone else to see what they were doing. They pulled up a search engine and put in nudist resorts. The list came up. "That one's the association that gave Clare the scholarship," said Jenny. "Check that." They pulled up the association site and found the listing of resorts for their state. It turned out there was one not too far from Smallville. They clicked on the link. The web site for New Sun Grove came up. They looked through the site. There was a pool and a lake with canoes, tennis and volleyball courts, some camping sites and a small motel, as well as a restaurant and a snack bar by the pool. "It looks pretty nice," said Mitsy. "Let's check the day fees," said Jenny. "Clare said you have to pay if you're not a member or a member's guest at most places. It's so they can keep it up." To visit for a day, since they weren't members of the association, was $15 apiece. "That's a lot," said Mitsy. "Think of it this way," said Pam. "You'd spend $15 going to the movies and someplace after, easy. We'll do this for the day, and then come back to one of the apartments and it won't cost any more than if we went out." "Yeah, I guess so," said Mitsy. "So what do we have to do?" "It says here that if you want to visit just send them a note and tell them who you are and how many are coming. Then they'll send directions." "Ok, so let's do it," said Pam. Jenny clicked on the e-mail icon and wrote the note. "What day should I put?" she asked. "Put next Saturday. We can go in two cars and if we wait too long and think about we'll chicken out," said Pam. Jenny finished the note, telling the resort that there were six of them, four women and two men, that she was the only one who had been to a nudist resort before, and that they would like to come Saturday. She clicked the send button and the note went off into cyberspace. That night at dinner they told the others. Amy, Larry and Alan asked a lot of the same kind of questions that Pam and Mitsy had, and after dinner they all went to the computer lab and looked at the resort site some more and at the association site, where there was a lot of information about first time visits and how they should behave and what to expect. While they were there Jenny checked her e-mail, and there was a reply from the resort. "Thank you for you inquiry about visiting our resort," it said. "We would be happy to have your group visit us this Saturday. You've picked a good day to visit, since it's our "New Nudist" weekend. There will be an orientation tour at nine o'clock. Please join us then." The e-mail also had directions to the resort and a set of notes about the kind of behavior they expected and what they might want to consider bringing. Saturday came quickly. Jenny had a hard time believing she was the leader of this group today. When Clare had taken her to her family's club it was mostly on a dare. She had just turned 18 and Clare had told her that it was time she saw some naked men. She had spent the day blushing, but she'd seen plenty of naked men. And the guy that was erect, well, that had happened when she and Clare had stopped to talk to him, and Clare had kind of flirted with him. And now she was taking all these people. Well, there were rules, and she was the experienced one. And there were ways you could drape a towel so that nobody could really see anything and still look like it was just a casual way to carry a towel. Alan was even less sure. He was afraid he'd walk around with a hard-on all day and that the nudists would get mad at him. He'd gone back later and looked at some sites, and they all said it was just a matter of being discreet and that most guys really didn't have much of a problem. But jeez, walking around all day naked, with these women he'd done all that stuff with last weekend, and with other nude women around - it'd be a miracle if he weren't hard all the time. The others all had pretty similar feelings, and like Alan, they'd gone online and looked at these sites when they were by themselves. But they were all there at Pam's house by 7:30, with towels and sunscreen, and off they went. They pulled up to the gates at New Sun Grove about 8:30. The guard checked the list and then told them where the office was and where to park. He also told them to just go in to the office and sign in, and that they should wear their clothes to the orientation. There were about 20 other people at the orientation. It was a pretty mixed group - there were a few older couples and some about their parents' age and some children about 12 years old or so. There were also a few people their age. "Good morning everyone," said an older woman at the front of the room. "My name is Celia Bartholomew and I'm the manager of New Sun Grove. Welcome to our New Nudist weekend. We know this can be a little awkward, especially for those of you who've never visited our resort before. We've asked your friends to send you to this orientation on your own so you can get to know about how things work here without any pressure. I'm going to go over some of our rules, and then we'll walk around the resort. We'll be done in about half-an-hour, and then you're welcome to enjoy our facilities." "So far, so good," thought Pam. She had been a little surprised when Jenny had told her about having been to a nudist resort, but this would probably be a good idea. They could all get more comfortable about being naked together, and get to see that people have all kinds of different bodies. And after they got home, well, then maybe something else might happen. "First, we're fully nude at this resort. Some places are clothing optional, but we really prefer that everyone be nude. Still, there's no nudist police and we do urge you to use common sense. If you're getting sunburned, or you're cold, put on a t-shirt or a cover-up. The only place we insist that you be nude is in the pool. Before you swim in the pool, please take a shower and use the soap liberally. There are showers by the pool. Also, for sanitary reasons, please put down a towel before you sit down. Please don't bring any glass items to the pool. Celia continued. "Also, and this is very important, we do not allow any overt displays of sexuality. This is a family resort and we have small children here. We all enjoy sex, but you are in public here just as much as if you were in town walking down the street." "Ok, if you're ready, we'll go for a walk." Celia lead the group around the resort, pointing out the beach at the lake, explaining that paddles and life preservers for the canoes were available in the office, and showing them the pool, the restaurant, and the snack bar. "Parents, you must be with your children when you use the hot tub. Please read the sign, and remember, not too long in the tub for the little ones." They walked back to the office and Celia addressed the group one last time. "Well, thank you for joining us. You can undress in your rooms or at your cars as you please. If any of you are uncomfortable and would rather not spend the day with us, come in the office and we'll find your friends and refund your day fees. If you have any questions, we're available in the office. Don't forget your sunscreen, especially for those places that don't usually see the sun. Enjoy yourselves." The group slowly walked back to the cars. They nervously looked at each other. "All right," said Pam. "We've done this before. This looks like a pretty nice place to spend the day. What do you say?" "It's ok with me," said Alan. "Me, too," said Jenny. And then she peeled off her t-shirt and unclipped her bra. She figured since it was her idea she'd better lead the way. She pulled the bra off and set it on top of her t-shit, then unbuttoned her jeans. "I guess that settles it," said Mitsy, slipping off her sandals and pulling down her shorts. Alan and Larry peeled off their shirts, looked around a little, then kicked off their shoes and pulled off their jeans. Amy and Pam were a little slower. Amy in particular, was obviously nervous. Slowly she fiddled with the buttons on the white cotton sleeveless blouse she wore. She looked up and saw Larry watching her. "Stop staring," Amy said to Larry. He blushed. "Sorry, it's just, well, you know." "I do. This was hard enough when we were all at Pam's and it was just us. Now we're in public, kind of. Oh jeez." She'd just looked up and seen a family - the parents, two boys about 14 and a girl about 12 walking down the street. An older couple was following them. "What?" asked Larry. "Oh, I don't know. I guess I just didn't think about it. And now all these people are here and they're nude and..." "We can leave if you want," said Pam. "No, that's ok. Just give me a minute," Amy answered. "I can't believe I'm nervous about this," she thought to herself. "These people have all seen me and I made Larry masturbate me in front of them and, oh, why not." A moment later Amy had unbuttoned and the slipped off her blouse, unhooked her bra and slid her skirt and panties down around her ankles. She stepped out of them and slipped her feet back into her sandals. A small breeze brushed over her, and she was amazed how soft its caress felt on her naked skin. "Let's get some sunscreen on and then go wander around a little," said Alan. The group passed around a bottle of sunscreen, applying it liberally. It was a warm, sunny day and none of them wanted to burn. "Larry, do my back please," said Amy. He did, gently rubbing the creamy lotion into her soft skin. Slowly he rubbed lower and lower on her back, his hand drifting down toward Amy's tiny buttocks. As he dipped just below her waist, she slapped his hand. "I'll take care of that," she said. The others helped each other. After Larry's experience, Alan was very careful not to go too low on Pam's back. Amy wasn't so careful when she did Larry's back, running her hands down and over his butt. "Hey!" Larry jumped at the soft caress. "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander," Amy giggled. After her initial reluctance she had decided it really did feel good to be nude and outside, feeling the breeze of the soft day against her skin and being with her friends. And anyway, Larry did have a really nice butt. "Behave yourselves!" hissed Mitsy. "Celia's watching." Celia smiled to herself. It was good to see young people coming to the resort. There were few enough of them at that age interested in nudism. Sure, it was pretty clear this bunch was there with some other things in mind, but she could tell they'd behave themselves. Maybe they'd enjoy it enough to come back, especially since the one that had written, Jenny, had said she'd been to a nudist resort before. "Where shall we start?" asked Pam. "Let's just wander around a little and get our bearings. Then maybe we can go for a swim or out on the lake or something," replied Jenny. The group circumnavigated the resort, watching other people play tennis and petanque, a game kind of like lawn bowling, but with smaller steel balls. An hour or so later they ended up at the pool. "Ok, so who's been skinny dippingbefore?" asked Mitsy. "Not in my town," said Larry. "There really wasn't anywhere to do it, and anyway, there was this one couple with a hot tub, and you should have heard what people said about them after a neighbor just happened to walk around to the yard when they didn't answer the door." "We're they naked?" asked Amy. "Well, to hear the story they were naked and doing a whole lot more," said Larry. "I heard it about three different times and the first time I heard it they were kissing and he was feeling her breasts and by the third time I heard it they were caught with another couple, they were having anal sex with each other's wives and when she saw them she stripped off right there and had one man in her vagina, the other in her butt, one of the women sitting on her face and the last woman putting on a strap on dildo and doing one of the men in the butt." "Wow," Pam said. She could feel herself getting aroused just at that simple description. "Do you think any of that really happened?" "My guess is the neighbor found her neighbors in the hot tub. Maybe they were naked, maybe not. Maybe they were kissing. You know how people like to talk." Pam's skin was crawling. Even though she was a virgin, a picture of all those people linked together had formed in her mind, and she was wondering what it felt like to be the neighbor in the middle of all of it. "Well, anyone else?" asked Mitsy. They were all watching the people around and in the pool. Aside from the fact that everyone was nude, it was just like the community pool in Smallville. "You sound like you're ready to tell a story," said Jenny. "Well, ok. Come over here where we won't be overheard," said Mitsy. They walked over to a tree a few yards away from the pool and away from the chairs and other people around the pool. They sat down in a small circle, Alan and Pam lying on their stomachs, the others cross-legged or reclining on their sides. Mitsy started. "Well, one night I went to this slumber party. We were about sixteen - getting a little old for that kind of thing, but we were bored and thought it would be fun. We all went to Paula Rutland's house. There were about eight of us. Anyway, it was starting to get dark and Laurie Fitzpatrick said we should go for a swim at the lake and she knew a great beach where we could be pretty much by ourselves. So we all got in our suits and grabbed towels and stuff and went." "It was about nine by the time we got there and it had just gotten dark. Paula's parents were pretty loose about things, so we weren't worried about being out too late or anything. They'd just told us to be careful and not to stay too late. Anyway, we got there and had the beach to ourselves. We played around in the water for a while and then started telling stories and stuff. Anyway, after a while I looked around and Millie Teasley was out swimming back and forth. She looked a little funny so I moved over toward where she was and all of a sudden I realized she was naked." "I gasped out loud and the others came over to see what was going on. Millie stopped and stood up and everyone started talking at once. Anyway, Millie said we should all try it, it felt really good to feel the water on your breasts and over your vagina. We were all kind of shocked. Millie wasn't wild or anything. When I asked her what had put this in her mind she said she'd always wondered what it would be like and that she'd kid of imagined it in the bathtub but it wasn't at all like this. And, she said, we were all girls and we were alone and what other chance would she have?" "Well, a couple of us tried it, including me, and pretty soon all of us were naked and our suits were on the beach. It did feel really nice, the warm water running over your body and everything. And then Patsy saw a car coming and we all were running around and struggling back into our suits and giggling all the way back to the car. It turned out the car had a bunch of boys in it and they almost caught us all naked." "Boy, that must have been a sight," said Alan. "Yeah, it probably was. A bunch of naked sixteen-year-old girls running around, dripping wet, struggling back into wet bathing suits. Anyway, we didn't do much after that. We were all afraid the boys had seen us since the lights of their car kept sweeping over the beach as they went around the turns in the road. We just went back to Paula's and ordered pizza and talked and stuff." "So, is skinny dipping really that nice?" asked Jenny. "Find out for yourself," said Mitsy. "The pool's right there." At that, they all got up, showered, and got into the pool. The water was just right - not so cold that it was uncomfortable, but cool enough so that it was refreshing. "Mitsy was right," thought Pam. "The water feels really good on my breasts and between my legs. It's not like with a suit on. You can really feel it." She also felt her nipples growing erect. Alan slowly swam down the length of the pool. "Oh crap," thought Alan. "You really can feel it down there. It's almost like someone's touching me there." He felt himself starting to swell. "Don't do that," he thought. "Just enjoy it, but don't do that." He stopped and glanced down and was relieved to see that even though he was aroused, his penis didn't look particularly erect - just big. The others were having similar feelings as the water moved over and around their bodies. Each became increasingly aware of how the water felt on different parts of their body - moving over an arm or leg, caressing genitals, flowing over their backs. It was arousing and soothing all at the same time. They swam around for a while, enjoying the new feelings they were experiencing. After their swim the group ate lunch and then broke up into two groups. Amy, Larry and Jenny went back to the pool to sunbathe and swim some more. Pam, Alan and Mitsy got a canoe and went for a paddle out on the lake. As they rode along they spoke about their experiences so far that day. "I never thought so much about it before, but it really does feel good to be nude and outdoors," said Pam. "I guess you just notice it more - like when the breeze blows or you step into the shade - you can just feel it all over." "Yeah, I know what you mean," said Alan. "Like when we were swimming. I've never felt anything like that before, especially, uh, especially the water running over my penis and balls." "Well, it just makes me horny," said Mitsy. "Seeing all these naked people just walking around. I never knew penises came in so many different shapes and sizes. I mean, you and Larry are kind of similar, but I've seen short ones and long ones and skinny ones and fat ones and I even saw one that wasn't circumcised. And now I'm out here with you two and I keep thinking about what we did before and...Go over into that little cove where nobody can see us." Pam and Alan guided the canoe into the small cove Mitsy had pointed out. "What are you going to do?" Pam asked. "What do you think I'm going to do," Mitsy replied. "You two have helped do this to me before and now I'm going to do it to myself. I'm going to masturbate. I'm so horny I just have to." And with that, Mitsy lay back onto the floor of the canoe and hooked her legs over its sides. Her left hand began stroking her breasts while her right hand dipped between her legs. She was facing Alan, and he could see her fingers spreading open her labia and dipping into her vagina. Mitsy slipped two fingers into herself and began rubbing circles around her clitoris with her thumb. Mitsy then began tugging alternately at her nipples, while her thumb rubbed around and around her clitoris relentlessly. Her breath was coming in little pants and she was beginning to become flushed. Alan had become erect, and he gently began stroking himself, his eyes glued on Mitsy's crotch and the action that was taking place there. He began to match Mitsy's rhythm. In turn she stared at his fist as it moved up and down the length of his erection. Pam had definitely noticed what was going on in the canoe. She looked around and then backed them a bit further into the cove. "Oh, what the heck," she muttered, before slipping down onto the floor of the canoe and beginning to rub herself. Alan came first, his fist flying up and down the length of his penis, semen spurting from its tip. Some of it fell on Mitsy's legs, and the sight of it spurting from Alan and the shock of its warmth on her skin set off her orgasm. She whimpered with delight, her vagina convulsing around the fingers buried deep within it. Pam followed shortly later, her hips jerking up against the hand that just rubbed and rubbed and rubbed until ecstasy overtook her. Mitsy was the first to slip over the side of the canoe, rinsing Alan's semen from her legs and the sticky secretions from her crotch. Just as in the pool, the water was warm and caressing. Alan and Pam followed her example, and soon all three had cleansed the evidence of their tryst from their bodies. They clambered back into the canoe and paddled back toward the dock. Amy, Jenny and Larry had not had quite as active an afternoon, spending most of their time at the pool, alternately swimming and sunning themselves. They had also slipped into the hot tub, where Amy had discovered that the water jets could produce very pleasurable sensations when you sat across from them with your legs spread a little. But a family had joined them before she really got very far. Later, as they sat a little apart from the rest of the people around the pool, she had described the sensation to Jenny and Larry. "I was watching this woman who was in there by herself before. She kept moving back and forth across the pool, kind of scooting along on her back. I couldn't figure out what she was doing," Amy said. "And then when we got in I guess I straddled one of the jets and all of a sudden I understood what she had been doing and why she had that big smile on her face. It was really nice, just a steady, rumbling pressure. If I moved a little closer it got stronger and when I moved back it was softer," Amy said. "I had just found a really good place and then that family came." Larry rolled over on his stomach. Amy's description was exciting him. "I want to go back and try again," Amy said. "But I've been watching and there's been someone in there all afternoon." "Well, I don't know," said Jenny. "You know what Celia said about that. I think they might get upset if they caught you." "It doesn't matter now. Here come the others. And it's almost six o'clock. Remember that if we stay much later we have to pay the overnight fee." "Are you guys ready?" asked Pam. "Yeah, I guess so," said Larry. They gathered their towels and other things and the group walked back to the cars. Slowly they got dressed. "What are we going to do now?" Jenny asked. "Why don't you all come back to my apartment," said Pam. "We can order some pizzas and then decide what to do tonight." An hour later they were back at Pam's house. They ordered the pizzas, and while they were waiting, talked about their day. The pizzas came and they ate, still discussing their experience at the nudist resort. "I told you it was kind of sexy, but safe, too," said Jenny. "Well, yeah, it was," said Mitsy. "I'd go back sometime. It was kind of nice feeling the breeze and water against me, especially on my breasts. It was like someone was gently caressing me." "Well, it was nice," said Larry. "But jeez it was tough not to get erect. I mean, there were all those women, nude. I saw one woman with these really long nipples, and another with the most perfectly shaped breasts and the nicest butt..." "Hey, watch it. We've got nice breasts and butts too," said Pam. "Well, yeah, but they were there and there were so many of them and no one was covered up and you just couldn't help seeing them and..." His voice trailed off. "Well I'll just prove it to you," said Mitsy. "Tell me that these breasts aren't beautiful and that my butt isn't nice." She stood up and peeled off her clothes. Cupping her breasts, she walked up to Larry and said "Look. What do you think?" The others gasped as they watched Mitsy confront Larry. Her green eyes were flashing and she had a big smile on her face. Larry blushed bright red. "They are beautiful. I especially like the freckles," he said. "Well, then," she said, turning away, making sure he got a good look at her butt, "don't talk about how perfect other people's breasts are when you've got gorgeous ones right here, and women who are willing to be nude around you, and even more." "What are you talking about?" demanded Pam. "You know very well what I'm talking about. Being nude was really nice, but it wasn't like we've been doing it all our lives. I don't know about you, but it was more than just being natural and all that stuff for me. It was seeing all those people, especially men, and being able to look at them, kind of, and I've just spent a day thinking about all those people and the things they might do with each other and..." "Are you horny today or what?" asked Pam. "I swear, you'd think you were a goat or something." "Like you're not," replied Mitsy. "And I bet all of us are. And one of the reasons we're all together like this is because we're all virgins but we like our bodies and we know we like sexual pleasure and we wanted to learn more about sex and being together and, and, and why am I the only one naked here? Get undressed! All of you!" The others just looked at Mitsy. She stamped her foot and they began disrobing. Soon they were all naked. "Now what?" asked Alan. "Get some sheets and put them down on the floor. And get some pillows - off the beds and from the chairs and stuff. Then everyone get in a circle." The group scattered to carry out Mitsy's orders. She didn't know what had come over her, but she did know that her nipples ached to be caressed and that she was wet between her legs. A few minutes later the sheets had been spread out on the floor and the group was arrayed in a rough circle, each propped up by one or two of the pillows. "Ok, you know what's next," Mitsy said. "Masturbate." Slowly hands began to caress legs and arms, chests and breasts. Then they reached down to their crotches and began caressing themselves in earnest. They all were watching each other. Slowly the excitement built in the room, as did a soft odor of lust. Mitsy noticed that Alan and Pam were watching each other intently, matching their rhythms. Pam had a finger on either side of her clitoris, and as Alan stroked his hand up and down his penis she rubbed herself in unison. Amy's eyes were darting all over the room. She'd first look at Larry, and how his penis seemed to get more and more purple as he stroked it. Jenny had one finger sawing in and out of her vagina and was rubbing her clitoris with her other hand. Mitsy had both hands clutched over her groin, two fingers of one hand deep inside herself, rocking against them. Amy's own tiny breasts ached with pleasure and she trembled every time she'd run a finger around a puffy areola and across a long nipple. She had her clit pinched gently between the fingers of her other hand, gently tugging on it. And then Jenny's orgasm hit her. "Oh, that's it, that's it, so good, so good, oh, oh, oh, Oh, OH, It's here, It's here, It's HERE!!!" Larry had started watching Jenny when she started talking, and he was next, a low groan emanating from his lips as semen burst from the tip of his penis and splattered up over his stomach. That set off the others, and the room filled with the moans and exclamations of orgasm. Jenny had never stopped her actions and a second orgasm washed through her, its intensity frightening her. "OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OH YEAH," she screamed. The others all looked up, watching Jenny writhing in the throws of pleasure. She looked so exotic, her hips thrusting up, her body trembling with pleasure. Amy was the last to cum, the sight of Larry's and then Alan's hard penis spurting and Jenny's loud exclamations pushing her over the edge. A long, low groan escaped her lips as her orgasm washed over her, the muscles of her groin contracting, her clit becoming too sensitive to touch. "Do it again," demanded Mitsy. They did, surrendering themselves to their masturbatory pleasures. Fists stroked up and down penises, fingers probed vaginas and clitorises were tugged, rubbed, pulled and stroked. The odor of sex now permeated the room. Bodies were enveloped by second and third orgasms. Jenny came four distinct times, the last time with four fingers buried deep inside herself, a nipple in her mouth and her other hand tugging furiously at her clitoris. Slowly each of them finished, and a gentle calm enveloped the group. They glanced at each other, a few blushing, but all with a look of joy and tenderness in their eyes. "That," Mitsy said quietly, "is what it's all about. It's why we came together. It's why we'll come back. And it's why I'm really glad we came together to learn about our selves and our bodies and about sexual response and all of that. And it's why we'll get back together, and do more things like going to New Sun Grove, and masturbating together and probably even more. But most of all," she said, "that's why our friendship is more than it was a few weeks ago and will be even stronger than that in the future."

Late Nights (mf, nc, group) by Redvenom ([email protected]) The office clock read 10.30pm as Susan glanced over the mountain of paper stacked on her crowded desk. She sighed again and tried to concentrate as she rechecked the paragraphs on the report her boss wanted faxed 'as soon as possible'. Slim and pretty at 5'3" with short, dark hair Susan was the secretary of the company's Senior VP of Sales. Feeling the tired muscles on her neck, she stretched and breathed deeply. Her dark jacket parted briefly, to reveal her firm breasts, deliciously outlined in the tight white cotton blouse she wore. Adjusting her seat, Susan crossed her slender legs, exposing a generous amount of smooth, sleek thigh beneath her dark miniskirt. Susan's looks had made her the target of several amorous advances from the males in her company, including her present boss himself. She fended them all skillfully, taking care to let them down easy. She liked her job too much to risk losing it with a reckless office affair. Looking at the clock again, Susan thought about the dinner she was missing with her current boyfriend Tony. "What a crummy way to spend a Friday night, alone in the office," she mused. *** The intruder had slipped into the building earlier in the day, waiting patiently in the service elevator as the evening passed and the building emptied. Moving silently from floor to floor, he checked to see if anyone was still working. All the floors were dark and silent except for the 12th. Peeping carefully through the glass doors, he spied Susan almost immediately. Lust rose in him quickly as he took in her pretty face, slender body, and sleek legs encased in sheer, black nylons. "Bingo," he thought, grinning. He watched her for several minutes, massaging his hardening cock in anticipation before deciding on a plan. He waited for two hours before his patience was rewarded. He heard the tell-tale clicks of heels on the polished marble flooring outside the ladies washroom where he had hidden. In the semi-darkness, he quickly pulled on his balaclava hiding his face as the washroom door creaked open. Watching the shadows, he saw the woman enter the stall next to his. Silently, he left the stall and positioned himself by the door. Presently, Susan emerged, straightening her skirt. She was totally unprepared as a strong hand clamped over her mouth, reducing her scream into a muffled 'ummmph!" She looked into the facing mirror and saw a man wearing a balaclava hood holding her. Terrified, she felt his warm breath on her neck. "Keep quiet. Scream and I'll kill you here. Do you understand me?" she heard him whisper. Something cold was touched to her throat. She looked down and saw a knife in the intruder's hand. Shuddering in shock, she nodded quickly. The man roughly pushed her through the doors back to her office. Seeing that they were headed for her boss' room where she knew a safe was hidden, she figured he was after money. Shoving her into the room, the man paused briefly to slam the door shut. Susan heard the locks click as the man locked the doors. Turning her around to face him, the intruder leered at her body, his eager eyes feasting on her sleek thighs and firm breasts. "You're cute. We're gonna have some fun." Realizing instantly what the man wanted, Susan's beautiful eyes widened in terror. "No! please don't, you musn't...please," she pleaded, tears rolling down her pretty face as she began to cry. Laughing, the intruder cleared the executive desk with one sweep, sending books and stationery to the deep pile carpet. Pushing her struggling form onto the table, he pinned her beneath him to stop her from escaping. "I happen to know the office is soundproofed," he told her. "Scream as loud as you want... you may find yourself enjoying it" Susan gasped as he ripped apart her blouse, sending the buttons flying and revealing the white lacy bra she wore underneath. With a deft stoke, the intruder cut the straps of her bra with his knife before stripping it off her. As she tried to cover her breasts with her arms, the intruder caught hold of them roughly. Susan felt her arms pulled over her head, forcing her breasts to thrust out invitingly. Eyeing her firm, perfect breasts, the man freed one hand to feel her tits, massaging the soft flesh and the nipples at their peaks. Susan gasped despite herself as the man lowered his mouth, sucking first one nipple, then the other. She let out a scream as the man bit on her left nipple. "No... No... No... oh please! don't... don't...," she cried, still struggling futilely. Susan felt his rough hand fumbling with the clasp on her skirt as the intruder unzipped it and dragged it to her knees. She saw the primal lust in his eyes as they focused on the slight bulge of her mound under her white silk panties. She felt herself being roughly turned over as the man bent her over the desk. Her breasts squashed onto the wooden surface as the man dragged her panties over her hips, tearing them in his excitement. She felt tears stream down her pretty face as she pleaded with the man. "No... No... please don't..., you musn't..." she moaned. Totally aroused now, at the sight of the firm globes of her buttocks, the man forced her legs apart roughly and with one hand, thrust his fingers into the pink pouting entrance of Susan's pussy. "Eeeeeeeeeee!," she screamed as she felt the unwelcome intrusion of her most sensitive flesh. Her hips writhed and bucked as she struggled to escape the invading fingers. Susan flushed as she felt sparks of unwanted pleasure dance through her body, as his maddening fingers continued working. To her shame, her body began to respond, secreting warm moisture from hidden folds. His fingers came away wet, coated with her fluids. There was a momentary pause and as she looked back, he saw the huge erect cock of the man being directed to her defenceless pussy. "Oh my God," she thought, shuddering at the size of the thing. It was thick and at least 8 inches long. Grinning at the beautiful, helpless girl, the man rubbed his cock at the entrance of Susan's soaking pussy until the head glistened with her fluids. Then, with a brutal thrust, the rapist speared his eager implement between the lips of her pussy, drawing a scream of pain and shock from his victim. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Nooooooo! ....aaaaahhhhhh!..... ahhhhhhhh!" Enjoying the feel of the velvet folds of her tight pussy clamped around his member, the rapist took a firm hold on Susan's writhing hips and began working his huge cock slowly into her. Susan screamed again, struggling desperately to escape the invading cock. Grunting with lust, he forced his cock past her resisting muscles, pushing deeper into her with each thrust. She was unbelieveably tight, despite all the lubrication. It was obvious that she was sexually inexperienced, at least with big cocks. Eyes shut against the pain, Susan tried to distance herself from the rape. But all she could think about was the violation of her body. She could feel his monster cock mercilessly parting the tight muscles of her inexperienced pussy. Susan gasped as pain lanced through her beautiful body. She was not a virgin, but her boyfriend Tony was of small size. While he tried his best, Tony was never able to bring her to orgasm. For his sake, she faked her climaxes as he pumped away, spurting his cum inside her. "Oh God," she thought. What would Tony say if he found her now, being brutally raped by a stranger. Susan bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain, as the man enjoyed her tight pussy to the fullest, driving his cock into her body. She would not give her rapist the pleasure of hearing her scream. She felt so stuffed, as the man's cock inched deeper and deeper, parting the yet untouched folds of her sex. She felt like she was being penetrated by a horse. With a final lunge, her rapist buried his cock to the hilt inside her as his groin mashed against the entrance of her pussy. Grinning at the sight of the beautiful, naked girl, helplessly impaled on his huge cock, the man grabbed the soft flesh of her writhing hips and began to move himself into her. Sliding his glistening cock halfway out, he began driving it deep inside her, again and again. A series of muted cries and gasps came from his lovely victim as she writhed and bucked, trying to escape the penetrating cock. "No... Please no! ohhhh! ... ahhh! ... ahhh! Ohhhh! No..No.. Ohhhhh!" The thrusts became faster and faster until he was slamming her against the desk, ramming his huge cock into her. It was pure, primal lust as he fucked her like a wild animal, his hands leaving red marks where his nails tore the delicate skin on her hips. Susan's pussy made lewd slurping sounds as he sawed his glistening cock back and forth. Her abundant juices leaked out from around his cock with each withdrawal, rolling down her sleek thighs and legs. As the rape continued, Susan felt the searing pain receed to a dull ache, and then replaced by the first twinges of pleasure. Low moans escaped her wet lips as she become acutely aware of each thrust of the huge cock driving mercilessly into her. Each withdrawal left her longing for the next thrust. She forced herself to remain detached from the rape even as the sexual tension in her body wound tighter and tighter. One part of her mind was horrified at what was happening to her. Another, darker part reveled in the delicious helplessness of being violently taken by a stranger with a huge cock. "No.. No... musn't ... I ... oohhhhhh! oohhhhh! ooohhhh!" Shuddering, she felt the waves of sexual pleasure washing over her helpless body as the rape continued. The pleasure continued to spiral higher and higher, leaving her gasping for breath as the huge cock plunged into her sopping pussy. All thoughts were driven from her mind by the incredible sensations of her fast approaching orgasm. She didnt't know if she wanted it to stop or for the pleasure to continue to its inevitable climax. Fighting desperately to control her emotions, she thought, "I can't be enjoying this... No... must not orgasm ... must not... cannot... so big.. so deep... so good...." "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!," Susan screamed as she threw her head back, her back arching, no longer able to deny the pleasure he was giving her. Gripping the sides of the desk, she thrust her firm buttocks into her rapist's groin to meet his stokes, trying to drive the huge cock deeper into her spasming sex. Her dark desires unlocked, Susan moaned and groaned and grunted and sighed and screamed in pleasure, using words she never imagined she would use, begging her rapist to fuck her harder. "Yes!... Ohh! ohhhh! ohhh! Fuck me!... Yes! Fuck my pussy!... Oh God!... oohhhhhhhh!" As the sensations climbed to never-experienced heights, Susan felt as if her pussy was on fire as the maddening cock kept thrusting into her, driving her mad with lust. In a sexual frenzy, she clawed at the desk, her well-cut nails gouging streaks into the polished wood. As the primal sex reached its peak, her sweaty, abused body exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm, tearing a scream of shame and pleasure from her open mouth. "Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!..." Moans and soft murmurings continued to escape her throat as she basked in the afterglow of her first real orgasm. As her climax wound down, she lay there panting, rolling with the force of the rapist's thrusts. As she savored those thrusts she felt him quickening the pace as a low growl rose in his throat. His growling increased in intensity as he drove his huge cock faster and harder in and out of Susan's drenched sex, each time eliciting an appreciative gasp. The growl became a snarl, the thrusts became brutal blows, and Susan's voice rose in a delirious lust-crazed wail punctuated by the shriller cries of her orgasms. Finally Susan felt the huge cock slide all the way into her sopping pussy and hold there. A second later she felt it pulse powerfully, shooting his cum deep into her, streaming against the walls of her pussy in forceful spurts. Susan's scream of forced pleasure announced her orgasm as she arched her buttocks against her rapist, her sex flooded with his semen. Shuddering powerfully from the climax, she felt her pussy contract and relax in uncontrolled spasms, milking the huge cock buried inside her sex. Susan moaned and collapsed, exhausted from the intensity of her ordeal. When she recovered, she saw her rapist watching her, gazing at her beautiful, naked body with undisguised lust. Her knees felt weak as she struggled to stand. The air in the room was thick with the heady aroma of her perfume, sweat and sex. With effort, Susan slid down off of the desk where the intruder had raped her; semen mixed with her own juices trickled out of her soaking pussy and dripped down her nylon-encased legs. Facing her, the man met her eyes and saw the lust and desire there. She watched silently as he approached her, his cock erecting again from the sight of her sweaty, naked body. With a moan, Susan sank submissively to the deep pile carpet in a hands and knees posture. She pushed her firm ass into the air in invitation, waiting anxiously. She felt the man lean over her, reaching forward to cup her breasts, his fingers rolling her erect nipples. She tensed, legs spread slightly, eagerly awaiting the first brutal thrust. With a cry of complete surrender, Susan threw her head back as his massive cock speared deeply into her offered vagina. Soon, her body rocked helplessly again under his intense fucking, her breasts quivering with every stroke of the huge cock. Her involuntary cries of pleasure echoed around the office as the intruder raped her again, taking her like she had never been taken before. Susan bucked and writhed, moaning and grunting as the man rode her powerfully as he would a wild horse. Reaching forward for her deliciously-swaying breasts, the rapist mauled her soft flesh even as he reamed her from behind. Susan screamed as her first mind-blowing orgasm began to erupt within her, her body afire with lust. Droplets of sweat flew from her matted hair as she flung her head back, crying out in her passion. Susan knew she had lost all control of her passions. She knew she was being raped, taken forcefully against her will by a complete stranger. And that she was cuming like a harlot. The rape fantasies she had long hidden deep inside her mind came to the fore. With a groan at a particularly deep thrust, Susan knew she could not stop it. Nor did she want to. The delicious feeling of helplessness and forced sexual pleasure... So good... so big... so deep... While her mind recoiled at the thought that she was enjoying the rape, Susan's body did not care as she floated from one incredible orgasm to another, moaning and crying out in her passion. She took his violent thrusts with delight, exhulting in the sheer ecstasy as her juices gushed freely from her sex. She arched her back instinctively, trying to get more of the maddening cock inside her. Susan thrust her buttocks hard against his groin, trying to meet his strokes as the rapist fucked her wildly, violently. Her desires unlocked, she exhulted in it, her body bucking and heaving as she begged for more. Driven wild by the most incredible sex she had ever experienced, Susan lapsed into incoherence as more primal sounds were torn from her wet mouth. "Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh God... Yessssssss!" "Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Fuck me! Harder! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" "Ohhhhhh! Mmmmmmm! Oh God! Yesssss! Sooooooo big! Soooooooo deep! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Raped senseless and totally lost in her pleasure, Susan barely felt her rapist withdraw, his cum-slick cock sliding out of her abused vagina with a lewd slurp. She moaned in disappointment, begging him to keep fucking her, "Oh, don't stop. Please don't stop...". She reached back with her hands, trying to locate his cock to restore it to her spasming sex. Slapping her hands away, the man allowed his eyes to drink in Susan's beautiful, naked form. Sweat glistened on her smooth satiny skin, drying in shiny droplets all over her taut body. Fluids gushed freely from between her smooth thighs, running down her slender legs. Her firm breasts jutted out wantonly, the nipples erect from her arousal. Following the curve of her buttocks, the rapist was drawn to the slowly pulsating opening of her anus. He had never had a woman there, but that was about to change. Her mind clouded from the rape, Susan barely felt the rapist part the firm globes of her sweat-coated buttocks and work his fingers into her crack. A hiss of breath escaped her full lips as the strong fingers found her pink anus, and she realized what he intended to do. A low groan was torn from her throat and her hips recoiled from the anal invasion, but the man held firm to Susan's naked flanks. The finger slowly disappeared inside her. A second finger followed as the merciless man began to move them slowly in and out of her ass. With a moan of arousal she realized that the the man was finger-fucking her ass and that she was enjoying it. Her mind numb from the violation of her body and the unfamilar pleasure, Susan failed to notice the rapist guiding his engorged penis towards his new target. She shuddered as she felt his engorged member replace his fingers at entrance of her pouting anus. She had never experienced anal sex before and the realization that she was about to be forcibly taken there sent thrills racing through her body. Clenching her tiny fists, Susan moaned in humilation and arousal as the huge cock parted her buttocks and slid inside her most intimate opening. "Eeeeeeeeeee! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "No! ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh god, it hurts! .... Not there.. please, I've never... ahhhhhhhhhh!" Even slick with their combined juices, the going was hard. Trashing about helplessly, Susan screamed in pain as the merciless cock was rammed deeper into her virgin anus. She felt as if a bar of steel was being driven into her ass, splitting her asshole wide open. Taking no heed of her cries, her rapist pinned her writhing body to the carpet and continued to work his huge cock into her beautiful ass. As her anal muscles relaxed and her sphincter opened, Susan felt the pain subside, and his penis began to inch its way deeper into her rectum with each thrust. The rapist was in heaven, totally aroused by the feel of her tight asshole and the sight of the his glistening cock sawing in and out of Susan's firm, sweat-coated ass. He noted the girl's reactions to the anal rape. Sweat rolled down the her smooth limbs and flanks and her firm breasts heaved into his rough hands as he reached forward to manipulate the hardened nipples at their peaks. With a final stroke, he buried his cock to the hilt into her ass, his groin slamming against her buttocks. Her dark hair, now damp and sweat-streaked, flew about her beautiful face as Susan threw her head back with a cry of complete surrender. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Oh God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!' In response, the rapist began to assault her mercilessly, bringing a scream from her full, red lips. He grinned as Susan instinctively arched her back, which only presented her sweaty buttocks to him more completely. Her anus was now expanded to its limits and it stretched like a gaping mouth as the the man twisted and shoved his penis in and out of her asshole. Susan cried out at the totally exquisite combination of pain and pleasure which drove her totally out of control. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Yessssss! Take me! Shove it up my ass! Oh God! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" It was pure, primal, animal sex as the rapist and his victim slammed their bodies against each other, desperate to satisfy a lust older than time. Her lovely breasts quivering with each stroke, Susan bucked and writhed, surrendering her body to her primal urges. Her knuckles showed white as she clawed at the carpet beneath her, each delicious thrust driving her wild with its sensation. Susan felt the incredible pleasure spiral higher and higher as she was penetrated again and again. Moaning and grunting like an animal, she thrust her ass back against her rapist, urging him to drive deeper into her rectum. "Ugggh! Uggggh! Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck Me! Ohhhhh! Yessssss! Fuck my ass! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" With a warning twitch, the rapist reached his peak, and shouted hoarsely, injecting his warm cum deep into her rectum and triggering Susan's climax as well. This time, when she came, the intensity of her climax overwhelmed her senses. Susan screamed in pleasure and despair as she collapsed on the carpet, her pent-up juices gushing from her pussy and running down her sleek thighs. Her sweaty, beautiful body continued to shudder uncontrollably in a series of violent orgasms. With a sob from Susan, the rapist withdrew his dripping penis. A trail of his thick cum began to seep out from her anus, drying in dark patches on the carpet beneath her. Dazed from her ordeal, Susan drifted off. When she had recovered her senses, she found herself alone in her boss' office covered in sweat and semen. Frantically, she grabbed her torn clothes and threw them on before trying to restore the room to its original state. A hour later, she left the office and headed home to her silent apartment. **** After a long shower, Susan slipped into bed, her mind still numbed by the violent rape she had endured. She knew that she had been violated by a total stranger and that she had enjoyed it. "Yes!", her dark self screamed, "You wanted it, and you know it". As if in testimony, dark desires and sexual fantasies usually kept suppressed deep in her mind floated to the surface. She felt moisture seep between her legs, and she turned over, trying to surpress her rising desires. But the images refused to go away. As her hand wandered to the fur-covered mound of her well-used pussy, the images she tried to suppress came into focus. Being roughly stripped while calloused hands ravaged her naked body. Being repeatedly raped by uncaring men who took her completely, in every position possible. Using her body like they would a cheap hooker. And enjoying every humiliation and degradation she was forced to endure while they violated her mouth, pussy and anus. With a groan, she drilled two fingers into her pussy, feeling the juices flow freely. "Yesss!", she whispered as her fingers worked their way into herself, "I want it!" As the first self-inflicted orgasm coursed through her quivering body, she made a plan for tomorrow. Moaning, she gave herself another... and another... and another... until she fell asleep exhausted on cum-soaked sheets after several hours. **** Susan could hardly keep her mind on anything at work. Since that night of lust, she had experienced a true sexual awakening. It seemed to her that all her long-suppressed desires were suddenly freed and unable to be restrained again. All she could think of was sex and more sex. Carnal images of wild, frenzied fucking kept invading on her thoughts. She found her hands unconsciously rubbing herself through soaked panties, trying to ease her newly found needs. After the fourth such time, she decided on a plan of action. She knew that many of the men she worked with lusted after her, even the married ones. With trembling fingers she sent off emails to the six men she had selected, letting them know in no uncertain terms that she would satisfy all their lusts in her apartment tonight after work. She informed them that she had a long-unfulfilled fantasy about being gang-raped and that they should take her forcefully. As the last line in the invitation read, "...to fuck me senseless in every hole and in every position possible". She had taken special care with her appearance today. A tight cotton blouse outlined her firm breasts beautifully, especially since she did not bother with a bra. A micro-mini skirt and dark tights showed her slim legs to full advantage. She knew it would be easy. To ensure that they truly understood what she wanted, she took particular care to rub against each of her receipients everytime she ran into them. The mounting excitement so aroused her that she had to lock herself in the ladies at lunchtime, masturbating herself furiously to get some relief. **** Susan carefully unlocked the door to her apartment, tossing her handbag casually on the sofa as the six men trooped in behind her. All had hard-ons from watching Susan's taut buttocks strain against her miniskirt as she climbed the stairs. One of the men carefully slid home the bolt, locking them inside. With a mixture of fear and desire, Susan watched as the six excited men surrounded her, erections bulging in their pants. With a lunge, one of the men grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms together. Once again, Susan felt the sheer exhilirating thrill of helplessless as another man began to rip off her blouse. With a tearing sound, the material parted, exposing her perfect, round breasts to six pairs of hungry eyes. Another ripping sound and her skirt was torn off and flung aside. Eyes locked onto her neat bush clearly visible beneath the thin silk panties she wore. With a grunt, one of the men forced her sleek thighs apart, thrusting his eager fingers into her pussy through the sopping silk. Susan cried out as she felt one finger, then two penetrate her dripping sex. Abundant juices flowed down her legs as her pussy lips flowered open. Her hips quivering from the fingering she was getting, she gasped as she felt strong hands mauling her heaving breasts, pulling on her erect nipples. More hands explored her body, eagerly groping and squeezing the soft satiny skin and sending shudders through her body. As she began to struggle, strong arms forced her into a hands and knees position. Rough hands parted her knees, and Susan felt a cock rubbing madly around the entrance of her sex, coating it with her juices. She tensed, pushing her ass upwards, eager to feel the hard length inside her body. With a wail of delight, Susan threw her head back as the first hard cock penetrated her from behind. Groaning at the exquisite sensation of her vaginal muscles being forced aside by the invading cock, she jammed her buttocks back in time to the thrusts. Sliding beneath her, another of men began sucking on her swaying breasts, making her cry out as he bit her hardened nipples. Susan's estatic moans where muffled when another man roughly held her head as he forced his cock into her open mouth. "Mmmmhh!! Mmmmhhh! Ummmmhh! mmmhhhh!" The remaining men watched entranced as the girl they had long lusted after was spit-roasted between two thrusting cocks. And enjoying every second of it. Muffled moans came from around the cock in her mouth as Susan wantonly serviced her two colleagues. Copious amounts of her juices leaked out of her sex, flowing down her sleek legs. Drool dripped down her chin as she took the cock into her wide-opened mouth. Guttural sounds came from her throat as the two large cocks worked their way into her mouth and pussy. Taking full advantage of their helpless victim, the two men fucked her roughly, enjoying the way her breasts quivered with each thrust. Shuddering powerfully in a series of violent orgasms, Susan cried out in unrestrained passion as the cock drove relentlessly into her dripping sex from behind. Her orgasmic spasms caused her vaginal muscles to clamp down hard on the cock, causing the man to orgasm as well. Grabbing at Susan's sweat-coated buttocks, man behind her grunted as he speared his cock as deep inside her as he could before shooting off. With a gargled moan, she began to swallow the jets of cum shooting into her mouth as the cock in her face exploded as well. She fell to the floor panting, her sex wide open and drooling cum and saliva from her mouth. As the two men fell away sated, their colleagues moved towards Susan's sprawled form, eager to penetrate her body. Lying on his back, one of the man dragged her sweaty body over him. As he positioned his cock at the mouth of her pussy, he could see the remnants of cum slowly dribble down her legs. Taking hold of her hips, he grunted as he pulled down on her. Susan screamed as she felt the huge cock spearing deep into her pussy, slamming against her womb. She ground her pussy on his cock powerfully, riding it as if it were a horse, her firm breasts bouncing enticingly as she cried out in her passion. "ohhhhhhh! Yessss! Yesss! ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" As she was impaled on the cock, another man maneuvered behind her wildy rocking form. Admiring the taut globes of her buttocks, he fingered her anus, slipping first one, then two fingers into the tight, winking orifice. Susan groaned in rapture as she felt the invading fingers in her most intimate opening, twisting as they drove into her rectum. The thought of being taken in her ass while another cock penetrated her pussy drove her wild with lust. "Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Yessss! Fuck my ass! uhhhhhh! uhhhhh! uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" The man finger-fucking her ass grinned at her response - he had fantasized about Susan's tight, shapely ass ever since he first saw her. He watched those fabulous globes of taut muscle clench and relax as his fingers pulled and twisted at her asshole, each penetration eliciting a liquid moan from her. He remembered all the times he had to hide his painful erection as he spied her bending over, her buttocks clearly defined by her usual tight miniskirts. All the times she had refused his invitations for a drink. So cool, so untouchable. And now, moaning in passion as his busy fingers worked their way into her ass while being fucked from the front by another lover. He wondered just what had happened to turn her from a cool professional secretary into a sex-crazed nyphomaniac who had just invited six men over to fuck her brains out. Entranced by the sight of her anus opening and closing as his slick fingers twisted their way into her, he reached forward with his other hand. Susan was dripping wet as copious amounts of her fluids poured out of her spasming sex, drenching his exploring hand. Eyes locked on her puckering anus, he coated his cock with her fluids in preparation for the next phase of his fantasy. Susan moaned with delight as she felt his engorged cock replace his fingers, nosing about her asshole. She lifted her buttocks up in anticipation, trying to give him a better position for what she knew was coming. As the man stabbed his cock deep into her ass with a savage lunge, Susan flung her head back and screamed in total abandon, her dark hair flying about her face. "Yesssssss!," she cried, "Oh God! Shove it in! Shove it all the way up my ass!" Driven into a frenzy by the incredible tightness of her anal passage, the man grabbed hold of her sweaty hips and fucked her like an animal. He delighted in the way his cock pistoned between the taut globes of Susan's buttocks, reaming her tight asshole. Grunting, his rampant cock forced her anal muscles apart as he moved deeper and deeper into her rectum with each thrust. In a dazed haze of lust Susan's slender body rocked with the force of being penetrated fore and aft. The incredible pleasure of two cocks sawing in and out of both orifices rendered her incoherent as she wailed, screamed and moaned in her passion. Grabbing at her swaying breasts, the man beneath her squashed them painfully in his hand as she felt her body aflame with lust. "Uhhhhh Uhhhh! Soooo Goood! Sooo Deeeep! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!" With the amount of friction in her incredibly tight anal passage, the man fucking her backside knew he could not hold off much longer. Especially not with Susan screaming and wailing for him to get it deeper into her ass. With a grunt of pleasure, the man plunged his cock as deep as it would go, holding it as he enjoyed the view of his cock buried to the hilt between her sweaty buttocks. Seconds later Susan felt his cock pulse powerfully, shooting jets of warm cum deep into her rectum. "Yesssssssssssss!," Susan screamed in pleasure as she exploded into another mind-blowing orgasm, sparks dancing before her eyes. As her vaginal muscles clamped down on the cock tunneling into her, the other man came as well, shooting his load up Susan's well-used pussy. He held onto her as she flailed about in abandon until her spasming sex squeezed every last drop of his cum from his deflating cock. Cum spilled out of her overflowing pussy, drenching his groin with their combined juices. More cum leaked out of her stretched anus, dribbling slowly down her sleek thighs. Susan rolled over on her back exhausted, feeling the carpet beneath her sticky with sweat and cum. The next two men approached her, their cocks rock-hard from watching her take it in the ass. Soon Susan's sweaty, naked body was shuddered in ecstasy as another set of hard cocks ploughed delightfully into her dripping orifices. One in her mouth, the another in her pussy... Her hips working madly... sweat flying from her hair as she flung her head about... the men, grunting like animals as they fucked her wildly... the heady smell of fresh cum... filled with the fire of orgasm... white-hot jets of cum splashing in her pussy... in her ass... in her mouth... Rough hands pressing her breasts together as a cock burrowed between them... More hands pulling her buttocks apart as another cock worked its way into her ass... screaming in pure, untamed lust... and begging for more as the men spent their loads only to be replaced by others... again and again... more orgasms... In a mind-numbing haze of lust Susan lost track of how many orgasms she had as the six men took her completely, fucking her in every orifice and in every position imaginable. Aroused beyond measure by the orgy, the men lived out all their unfulfilled fantasies, taking turns as one after another spent his load inside her quivering body. After six hours of wild, unrestrained sex, the men left her unconscious form sprawled on the carpet, totally exhausted from her ordeal.

Sexual Law: Grace's Ordeal (FF,MF,NC,Anal) by Redvenom ([email protected]) Any resemblance to the TV series starring Samo Hung, Arsenio Hall, and the babelicious Kelly Hu is pure, dumb coincidence. *** Grace Chang Pei Pei pulled into the driveway of her house alone as she had for the last couple of months. She was in an irritable mood, which she put down to her almost non-existant sex life. She remembered what her father once told her the police force was a possessive, jealous, and demanding wife (or husband in her case). Grace noted with a wry smile that it was true even here in America, a world away from her native Shanghai, China. Long, irregular hours that left her pretty much exhausted at the end of the day had dampened her social life. Plus the fact that most of the men she worked with were only too aware of her reputation as a tough street cop. Still, quite a number of men had tried to hit on her, taken by her exotic oriental features and superbly toned figure. Some had even tried to impress her in the dojo. Almost all retreated in disarray after sound defeats. No surprise there. She had begun her martial arts training much earlier than everybody else except Sammo Law. And her teachers were more ruthless and demanding than theirs had ever been. "That's probably why you're alone on a Friday night while every other woman in the department is out getting laid," she berated herself. Grace knew that she subconciously treated every relationship in the same way she treated her sparring sessions - always feeling the need to emerge victorious. She sighed. The dildo she kept hidden in a dresser drawer would be needed again. Metal jingled as she fumbled with her keys in the shadowy doorway. Grace knew something was wrong as soon as she unlocked her front door. A strangely familiar scent that she couldn't quite place. Straining every sense, she crept inside the darkened hallway silently. She considered switching on the lights but that would have made her a much easier target. Moving carefully, one hand trailing along the wall for orientation, she moved towards what seemed to be the source of the scent: her bedroom. Discarding her coat which would have hindered her movements, she pressed her ear to the closed door. Nothing. Silently, she tested the handle of the door. It was unlocked. Light crept from under the door. With a deep breath, she kicked the door open. Fists clenched, she moved silently into the room, scanning for intruders. The room was empty. A small table lamp was on, illuminating the room in a soft yellow glow. The room was undisturbed, except for a vase of white flowers on the dresser table. Gardenias, she realized. A species native to South China, where she was born and raised. As she was considering the possibilities a dark shape detached itself from the ceiling where it had waited for several hours. Sensing something amiss, Grace whirled around just as the shadowy figure landed behind her soundlessly. She circled warily, sizing up her foe. The assailant was dressed in loose, dark clothes from head-to-toe. A long black cloth was wrapped around the face, leaving only the eyes uncovered. Like a ninja from a B-grade action movie. The eyes, however told her she was not dealing with some pajama-clad fruitcake who thought he was Stephen K. Hayes. They studied her intently, the way her sifu once did, noting her stance, weight, and balance. She began to have a very bad feeling about the situation. Calling on all of her skill, she attacked, leading with hand strikes, followed by a fast forward kick. Moving with uncommon fluidity, the black-clad assailant dodged the hand strikes and deflected the kick with a forearm. Grace was stunned that her attacks were so easily negated. She had seen people move like that. An ability that could only be developed by long years of training to develop timing and rhythm. She realized with a chill that her foe was no beginner. Grace had no time for long reflections as the figure pressed his assault. She gasped as the ninja counter-attacked in an unfamiliar form. She barely blocked the hand strikes as her attacker pushed forward. One blow glanced across her cheek as she dodged, retreating from the furious combination of punches and kicks. She ducked as the figure kicked out, shattering the vase. Trying to keep the initiative, she feinted and attacked the figure with a crescent kick. Her attacker ignored the feint, then jabbed his thumb on the inside of her knee as her leg straightened. Grace cried out as she felt her leg go numb as the blow struck a nerve cluster. Gritting her teeth, she retreated towards the door, defending desparately as a flurry of blows rained towards her. Aiming for his exposed eyes, Grace struck out, fully intending to blind her attacker. Almost comtemptuosly, the figure batted her strikes aside, grabbing her wrists and jabbing hard on her elbow. Her left arm went numb almost immediately. She realized that the ninja was using yubi-jitsu nerve strikes - exoteric and almost unknown in this day and age. She gasped as the ninja struck her in the chest, driving the breath out of her. As she fell, she felt a strong forearm lock around her throat. Strugging helplessly, Grace tried to stamp on the toes of her attacker, but the figure easily evaded her feet. As her head was pushed forward, she wheezed trying to draw air into her lungs. Her kicks grew feebler as the ninja tightened the choke hold. No air... must fight... must... Until she slumped unconscious in the arms of her assailant. *** Grace awoke as she inhaled a sharp, acrid smell. Ammonia, she realized, struggling to get up. She found herself lying on her bed, facing the ninja who knelt above her prone form. Something was stuffed in her mouth - a rubber ball gag. Shaking her head from side to side, Grace tried to dislodge the offending object but to no avail. Metal chinked as she tried to move her arms. She found that her wrists were locked to the bar above the headboard above her head. Her own handcuffs, she realized. Her legs were still free, but a strange numbness affected them. Grace found she could no more than drag them about helplessly. Struggling against her restraints, Grace hissed at her captor who studied her intently. For the first time since their confrontation, she felt that the ninja was appraising more than just her fighting ability. The dark eyes probed her beautiful face, noting the exotic Asian features. Her long, silken midnight-black hair spilled over the pillow. Grace followed the eyes as they moved lower, dwelling on the sweet swell of her firm breasts that rose and fell evenly with her breathing. The intense eyes roved down her flat stomach, settling on the faint bulge between her thighs. From a hidden fold in the robes, the ninja produced an small blade, an aikuchi. Eyes widenning in terror, Grace began to struggle, trying to throw her captor off her. The steel blade gleamed along its razor edge as the black-garbed figure pinned her legs beneath her. The blade caught at her wollen top, slicing cleanly through. Holding her breath, she stiffened, allowing the figure to cut away her top, knowing that one wrong move would have sliced her open. Realizing what the ninja was going to do to her, she whimpered, the first such sound she had ever heard herself make. The ninja went to work on her pants, delicately shredding them before stripping them away. The ninja's gaze lingered hungrily at the dark triangle between her legs clearly visible beneath the thin silk panties she wore. The assailant turned his attention to her white bra next, slipping the blade between the cups. The lethally sharp blade cleft through the restraining garment, and Grace's firm breasts sprung free. She felt her eyes tearing and blinked them rapidly. Her panties were next as the ninja slid his blade along the seam, cutting away the last of her clothes. For long moments, the figure studied Grace's naked form, admiring the soft, satiny skin and her well-toned muscles. As the hard eyes roved over her body, Grace felt a cold chill as she realized what was about to happen to her. With a smooth move, her ninja garbed assailant discarded the scarf of dark cloth wound about the face. Grace gasped when she realized that her attacker was a woman. Kuniochi, she realized - female ninja traditionally trained in the arts of seduction and assassination, masters of both love and war. While she had heard of many fanciful stories of their exploits, she had never expected to meet one, much less in her own home. The kuniochi was young, and stunningly beautiful with exotic, high-cheekboned features. Long dark hair spilled over her shoulders almost down to waist. With smooth movements, the ninja woman stripped off her confining black garb which puddled at her feet. Underneath, she wore a form-fitting bodysuit of purple which displayed her toned, athletic figure. Her full breasts fought against the tight material and Grace could make out the faint peaks of her nipples. God, Grace thought, she looked like a comic-book super heroine. Grace tensed as the figure extended a hand to her gagged mouth, toying with her lips. Dragging her fingers down slowly, the kuniochi caressed her throat, coming to a stop at the curve of her breasts. Grace held her breath as the supple fingers toyed with her breasts, caressing the soft flesh with feathery strokes. The kuniochi moved her fingers in slow circles around the soft mound, moving closer to the peaks. She gasped as a long fingernail rasped over her nipple. Grace gasped again as she felt the kuniochi's warm mouth envelop her nipple, licking, sucking and nibbling expertly. To her shame, she felt the nipple harden in response and the beginnings of moisture between her legs. Grace strained at her bonds as the skilled tongue flicked over her hardening nipples, teasing her with silky strokes that made her body quiver involuntarily. She moaned at the delectable sensations as the kuniochi expertly stimulated her sensitive nipples, perfect white teeth nibbling on the nubs. She tried to scream and bite at the ball gag, but managed no sound other than muffed choking breaths. Grace gasped at the sudden relief as the kuniochi stopped her ministrations on her breasts, the peaks now proudly erect and glistening with saliva. The kuniochi remained silent, her beautiful face expressionless as she trailed her nimble fingers down the policewoman's naked body. Grace squirmed in response as the fingers roved lower, past her ribs, past her flat stomach, until they reached the glossy hairs over her mound. Locking eyes with her, the kuniochi drove a finger deep into the wetly glistening slit. Grace moaned in humiliation and despair as she felt the supple fingers working inside her, parting the firm walls as they inched deeper and deeper. More fingers teased her clit, causing her to shudder helplessly. Grace felt her body respond to the forced sexual pleasure, her juices flooding her engorged sex and staining the bedspread beneath her. Grace bit down hard on the rubber ball gag as she felt the maddening fingers sawing in and out of her dripping pussy. A thin trail of saliva ran down her chin as she tossed her head from side to side, trying desperately to control her arousal as her orgasm began to build. All the while, the kuniochi's face had remained passive and emotionless, completely detached from the sexual torment she was inflicting on Grace's writhing body. Sweat gleamed on her naked form as she trashed around, trying to dislodge the invading fingers as the ninja finger-fucked her mercilessly. With expert skill, the female ninja brought Grace to the brink of her orgasm and then ceased so abruptly that Grace gasped in shock. Her firm breasts heaving with her exertions, she eyed the ninja warily as the kuniochi reached under the bed. The room was stuffy with the smell of her perfume, sweat and sex. Grace reddened with humiliation as she saw the kuniochi holding her own vibrator. With surprising strength, the female ninja lifted Grace's legs, before spearing the rubber phallus to the hilt into her flowered open pussy. Screaming and struggling, Grace flailed about wildly as the unrelenting dildo pistoned in and out of her. She felt her control fading as the kunoichi rasped her fingers over her clit, sending shudders of sheer delight rippling through her sweaty body. As her hips surged forward of their own accord, she felt another finger stroking the crease between her buttocks. Grace maoned helplessly as she felt a long nail nosing about her anus, poking and scratching at her most intimate opening. Between the dildo driving into her from the front and a finger slipping into her anal entrance, Grace was brought gasping and writhing to the brink of her orgasm before the kunoichi stopped again. This time, the female ninja released the gag before eyeing Grace with a slow smile on her lips. "Beg me," the ninja said calmly, the first words Grace had heard her speak. Grace remained silent, willing her body to be still as she stared defiantly at her assailant. At this, the kunoichi began a more vigorous assault, taking the naked policewoman both front and rear. Freed of her gag, Grace's moans and gasps became more audible and uncontrolled as the ninja continued working over her body. Her sexual tension spiralled higher and higher until the sensations treatened to overcome her, her body trashing about helplessly as the dildo, glistening with her juices drove up her pussy with lewd squishing sounds. In time with the dildo attacking her from the front, the kuniochi's supple fingers sawed in and out of Grace's tight virgin anus from the rear. Her helplessless seemed to add another dimension to the incredible pleasure of being taken simultaneously in her pussy and ass. All her life, Grace liked being in control. Now, as she struggled futilely against the clinking metal handcuffs, she felt a dark thrill at the thought that her body was completely at the mercy of another woman. She had fantasized about lesbian sex like many women, but had never considered acting on those impulses. And now, here she was cuffed to a bed, being raped by a woman. As she strained on her bonds, the handcuffs rubbed the skin of her wrists raw. But the pain was lost in the heady euphoria of sexual pleasure as Grace fought to keep her body still. It was largely a futile effort. Driven into a frenzy by the double penetration, Grace felt her control melt away, crying out her need for release. Then just as her hips surged forward and she felt lightheaded from her approaching orgasm, the kuniochi stopped again. Grace gasped in frustration, unconsciously straining her hips and trying to restore the delicious rhythm as the female ninja stepped back. "Beg me, and I'll let you come." Again, Grace grit her teeth and said nothing, even as she felt the sheets beneath her damp from the abundant fluids leaking out of her pussy. At this her sexual torture began again. Her torment continued maddenningly in this manner with the ninja deliberately halting precisely at the brink to deny Grace her release before repeating her order. After the sixth time, Grace knew she was lost, her body's need overridding her resolve. Her mind confused by the haze of lust, Grace complied in a voice shaking with humilation and arousal. She begged for her orgasm. At this, the ninja leaned forward and unlocked the handcuffs. Grace eyed the kuniochi warily, and for a moment considered trying to fight back. As if realizing this, the ninja woman smiled, running her fingers over the dildo, dripping slick with Grace's juices. Grace wet her lips, remembering the sensations as her body shivered in response. At this point the mingled smell of her perfume, sweat and sex hit her. She knew to her horror and humiliation that she was going to do whatever the kuniochi desired. "On your hands and knees," the ninja ordered. Her body trembling, Grace complied with a low moan, flopping onto her stomach and raising her buttocks submissively to the desired position. When she did so, she felt the kuniochi taking up position behind her, the slick dildo nosing about her engorged pussy. Fingers clenched in anticipation, Grace groaned aloud as the fake cock began its entry, it hard length parting the slick walls of her pussy. With a powerful thrust, the kuniochi plunged the wetly glistening dildo deep inside her as far as it would go. Grace screamed in sheer delight, her back arching as she thrust her hips back against the dildo's deep strokes. Her delicate hands knotted into fists clawing at the bedspread beneath her. Reaching between Grace's sweaty buttocks, the kuniochi drilled her finger into her anus, the finger disappearing into the winking hole as she took Grace in the ass as well. Crying out in Chinese, Grace flailed her head about, lost in her passion, her long dark hair flying about her face. As she felt the policewoman's body shudder in the early throes of her orgasm, the kuniochi ripped the dildo from Grace's pussy before sinking it deep into her ass with one stroke. Grace's scream echoed around the room as she orgasmed powerfully, juices spraying from between her sleek legs. The Kuniochi continued to work the dildo into Grace's ass as her body bucked wildly, shuddering in the throes of her climax. As she sank sweaty and exhausted to the bed, Grace realized that her assailant had no intention of stopping yet as the hard length continued to saw in and out of her stretched anus. The kuniochi has freed one had to play with her breasts, the long nails rasping deliciously over her hardened nipples. Soon, the ninja's ministrations were rewarded as the helpless policewoman orgasmed again. And again. And again. Grace lost all control of her body as the ninja took her repeatedly with her own dildo, inflicting orgasm after orgasm upon her for what seemed like hours. She heard her own voice crying out in sheer delight as her juices gushed freely down her legs with each incredible climax. In her frenzied state, her body responded of its own accord, jamming her slim hips down in time with the kuniochi's upward thrusts, driving the fake cock as far as it would go inside herself. Totally lost in her passion, Grace cried out for more, screaming to the kuniochi to fuck her senseless. Until at last, she collapsed in total exhaustion to the damp bedspread before losing consciousness. *** Grace Chang woke up to find herself naked and alone on the bed. She turned over, touching a damp spot on the bedspread before sitting up. For long moments, she stared at the stains, trying to come to terms with last night's experiences. But all she could think about was how good it felt to be dominated. Her eyes drifted to her wrists, marked by reddened skin where her handcuffs rubbed her as she struggled. Her mind was numb with the knowledge that she had been repeatedly raped and sodomized last night. By a woman, no less. And enjoyed it, she admitted. Almost unconsciously, her fingers drifted between her thighs, her nails brushing the furred mound, still sticky from her drying juices. Gingerly she felt around her tender anus, the soreness a mute testimony to her anal experience. The knowledge that she had taken the full length of the dildo inside her ass last night repulsed her, and at the same time excited her. She shuddered unconsciously, recalling the intensity of pain and pleasure, blended into a mindblowing sensation. Moaning, she plunged her fingers inside her own pussy, working furiously, one thumb on her clit. She came almost at once. However, unsatisfied with the climax, she looked about. Spying the dildo on the floor by the bed, she swiftly retrieved the fake cock. She turned over on her stomach before raising her rump, her hands busy between her legs. With a choked cry, she pushed the dildo inside, until the hard plastic was buried almost to the hilt inside her moistening pussy. As her juices began to flow, she let her most intimate fantasies spring unchecked to her mind. Fantasies she had long suppressed. ...She was arresting several hunky perps. Hard muscled, but lean. She had taken several of them down but their numbers overcame her superior skill. One of them slapped her across the face. Hard. As she blinked back her tears, she would see the criminals in a ring around her. Massaging their cocks as they leered at her. She would feel their rough hands as they tore at her, ripping her clothes off. A knife would slide under her top, cutting through the material from hem to neckline. She would feel more hands pull on her bra, breaking the straps. Hands scooping out her breasts, mauling the firm flesh. Hands dragging on her pants, pulling them past her wildly-kcicking legs. She would resist. She would then have her breath knocked out of her as a heavy fist slammed into her flat stomach... Grace moaned aloud as she worked the dildo feverishly, sawing the hard length in and out, the plastic glistening with her juices. Her other hand moved to her erect nipples, tweaking and pinching them in her passion. ...Being forced to a hands and knees position on the filthy floor. Strong hands forced her jaw apart as a latino thrust his erect cock in her face. 'Blow me, bitch!' he would scream, slapping her to make his point. Humiliated, she would submit to his lusts, taking his cock into her mouth. Drool leaking down her chin, she would service him, sucking and licking his cock like a cheap hooker. While this was happening a huge black perp with an equally huge cock would mount her from behind, taking her doggy style. She would hear her own muffled scream as the monster cock forced its way into her tight pussy, stretching her inner muscles painfully. She would hear her rapists grunting like animals as they violated her supple body... With a cry, Grace orgasmed, juices spilling out of her pussy and drenching her fingers. She continued working the dildo frantically, driving its hard length deep inside her before withdrawing. ...She would sprawl on the sodden ground, sobbing. Her naked body would be covered with sweat from her exertions. Cum would be leaking out of her mouth where she had swallowed the load from the first rapist. More cum would be running down her thighs from her overflowing pussy where the black guy had voilated her, cuming and shooting his load deep inside her. She would be overcome by the heady smell of sweat and sex. And the ring of leering, excited men, eager to experience the pleasures of her body. Like a bitch on heat, cornered by a dog pack. One by one, taking turns with her... ...Helpless to resist, she would submit to their lusts, taking their cocks in her mouth. In her pussy. And to her total humiliation, in her ass. Shuddering uncontrollably from the force of being penetrated simultaneously, she would feel her own orgasm begin to build. And as the pain and pleasure of blended into one incredible, indescribable sensation, she would cry out in orgasmic delight. And when they were done, when cum was spilling out of her every orifice, she would beg them to rape her again. Beg them to use her like a cheap hooker. She would then eagerly submit to their every degradation and she would orgasm. Again and again with her body afire with need... With a scream, Grace speared the dildo into her ass, working it inside her most intimate opening as her juices gushed out of her spasming pussy and ran down her thighs. This time, when she came the intensity of the orgasm almost overwhelmed her and she collapsed panting on the sodden bed. *** Louis was startled when Grace Chang bounded into the station wearing a tight white blouse and a black mini-skirt and matching stockings that displayed her sleek legs to full effect. Accustomed to seeing her in her more severe attire, the eyes of every male in the department followed her as she headed towards her desk. Louis caught a glimpse of black panties as the skirt rode up over her thighs when she settled down. He puzzled over it: Grace in sexy underwear? Shit! Somebody up there must be reading my fantasies, he mused. As she reached for her mug, he noticed immediately the red rings around her slim wrists. And what exoteric discipline had she been indulging in? Louis could hardly keep his mind on work all morning as Grace flirted most outrageously with him. She manipulated almost every conversation with him to sex, teasing him until he reddened before laughing and changing the subject. She bumped into him constantly, bending low and taking every opportunity to make body contact with him. If he didn't know her better, he could have sworn she was trying to seduce him. And she was suceeding. Not that it took much effort, since he always had a fierce crush on her. Louis grimaced as he was chewed out for inattention by the captain for the second time today, his mind busy visualizing about a wild, sweaty orgy with Grace. He spent most of the day at his desk trying to hide a painful erection. As Louis gathered his coat to go home, he felt someone pull on his sleeve. It was Grace. "My car won't start. Give me a ride home?" Louis had to suppress his first thoughts about the ride he actually wanted to give his gorgeous colleague before answering, "Uh... sure. Let me just get my stuff." *** The ride was uneventful except for the willpower required on Louis part to keep his eyes on the road as Grace's black miniskirt rode high enough to display her sleek thighs almost to her hips. As the car stopped in front of her apartment, she leaned closer to him. "Come in for a drink? Least I could do," she asked. Louis nearly choked on his reply. Shit, he thought, if I get a call now, I'd shoot the despatcher. Twice. Eyes locked on Grace's firm ass, so clearly outlined by the tight miniskirt, he followed Grace into the hallway. As the door closed, Grace slid the bolt home, then grabbed Louis by his shirt. "Okay, big boy. I must have you. Now" With hands made clumsy by lust, Louis pushed her against the wall. Fumbling around, he managed to unbutton her blouse which parted to reveal the lacy black bra she wore beneath. Shrugging her shoulders, Grace let the blouse fall as her delicate fingers struggled to free his belt and jeans. Pulling on her bra straps, Louis removed her bra, exposing her taut, perfectly rounded breasts. The pert nipples were already hard and erect from her arousal. As her hands closed on his cock, he hiked the black miniskirt up to her slender waist. Getting his fingers into the hem of her black panties, he dragged them down past her hips to her sleek, nylon-clad thighs. Grace helped him, wriggling her hips before directing his cock to where she wanted it. She was dripping wet, her juices spilling out of her pussy and running down her thighs in slow, shiny trails of moisture. With a choking cry Louis jammed his hips forward, his hard cock driving deep into his lovely colleague. Grace gasped at the sensation as she felt the pliable walls of her pussy being forcefully parted by the invading cock. Her back pressed against the wall, Grace raised her supple legs before locking them around Louis' waist. He slammed her repeatedly against the wall as he fucked her roughly, driving his cock to the hilt inside her before withdrawing. The wet frictioning became almost unbearable as Grace cried out in passion, urging the tough policeman to take her. "Ohhhhhhh! Yesss! Yesss! Yesssss! Fuck me, Louis! Oh please fuck me silly!" Growling, Louis intensified his assault, his cock tunnneling deliciously into her tight pussy, making lewd squishing sounds. Her fluids washed over his cock as he took her, drenching his groin. He licked the sweat beading on her breasts as Grace arched her back and orgasmed, her strong legs clamping powerfully around his waist. Louis lost all control as her pussy spasmed, milking him deliciously. He grunted, holding firmly on her shuddering body as he shot his load deep inside her. Grace cried out, biting on the flesh of his shoulder as she felt his hot cum inside her sopping pussy. They both collapsed on to the floor in a tangle. Louis recovered first, his eyes roving hungrily over Grace's superbly toned body. The room was stuffy, making the smell of her perfume, sweat and fresh cum all the more acute. He got his hands under her as Grace moaned softly into his ear, nuzzling the faint stubble on his cheek. Scooping her up, he carried her to her bedroom and let her down on the soiled bedspread. Grace discarded the remnants of her clothes, naked but for her black nylon stockings. Loius studied her body for long moments. It was as terrific as he imagined it would be in his fantasies. Better. He was about to climb onto the bed on top of her when Grace leaned over to the bedside table. As she fished around in an opened drawer, Louis heard the clink of metal. Her handcuffs. Smiling slyly at Louis, she placed them into his hands. He now realized where she got the marks on her wrists. "Cuff me," she moaned. "Then fuck me" Louis took her proferred wrists firmly, raising them to the head of her bed before cuffing them securely, the chain wrapped around a bar on the headboard. This made her chest thrust out towards him, offerring her delicious breasts for him. Grace wriggled seductively as he leaned over her naked body. He swooped forwards, his mouth engulfing a breast, licking and sucking before moving to the other. Grace moaned appreciatively as his tongue rasped delightfully over her hardened nipples. Meanwhile his fingers nosed around the entrance to her slick pussy, wet with their combined juices. Grace began to pant. Moaning, she trembled as his fingers eased inside her. As she felt a calloused thumb bear on her clit, she struggled to raise her hips to increase the pressure. As his fingers worked at her sensitive pussy, she writhed about, small sounds of pleasure escaping from her open mouth. Entranced at her response, Louis increased his speed, alternating between pulling and rubbing on her clit until Grace cried out, her hips jerking in orgasm. While she was drunk in the after effects of her second orgasm, Louis flipped her over on her stomach. Grace realised he wanted to take her from behind and submissively raised her hips until he could see the puffed open lips of her pussy and the shiny, wet hairs on her mound. Louis admired the taut globes of Grace's buttocks and the dark crease between them for long moments, lingering on her small, puckered anus winking invitingly at him. His cock twitched at the thought of having her there. Later, he decided. Grace tensed, feeling his hard, muscled body fall behind her and his cock nosing into position at the mouth of her heated pussy. She moaned as he teased her, sliiping just the head inside her before pulling away. Then with a sudden lunge, he slammed his body into hers, driving his hard cock halfway to the hilt and drawing an appreciative cry from Grace. Taking a firm hold on her sweaty body, he sent his cock all the way inside her, making her body writhe deliciously from the sensations coursing through her. In response, Grace jammed her buttocks back against his thrusts trying desperately to get his cock deeper inside herself. She was still incredibly tight, even with the earlier fucking and the copious amounts of her fluids flowing freely from her pussy. He delighted in the way her pussy walls resisted him, clamping almost painfully on his cock as he fucked her wildly. His hands reached forward to play with her firm breasts which bounced so erotically with each stroke. Grace moaned and gasped at the added sensations to her sensitive nipples. At first she urged him in no uncertain terms to fuck her brains out, then as he complied, lapsing into incoherence as the sensations built up indide her. "Take me, Louis! Fuck me like a whore!" "Ohhhhh! Yes Louis! Ohhhh! Deeper! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" As the pleasure spiralled to heady heights, Grace screamed her delight, her body shuddering powerfully from a series of violent orgasms. Her face was hidden by her dark hair as she flailed her head wildly, totally lost in the intense sensations of her climax. As the walls of her pussy spasmed on his cock, Loius grunted and climaxed as well, shooting his milky cum into his colleague for the second time. He collapsed on her, his breathing heavy against her silken hair, now matted with sweat. They lay together for long moments before either of them spoke. "Ummmm. That was real good," Grace smiled at him. "We should have done this months ago." Louis grinned. "If I'm dreaming, I don't want to wake up. Ever" "Can you manage another round, tough guy?" She asked. Louis groaned, "I won't be able to work tomorrow, Grace" Grace smiled slyly. The handcuffs jangled as she shook her wrists, reminding him of her present bound state. Her dark eyes twinkled as she declared, "I'm 'cuffed and naked, completely helpless to whatever you want to do to me. For instance you could rape me repeatedly and I wouldn't be able to stop you..." Louis swallowed. Then he let his hands play over her body, enjoying the feel of the soft, satiny skin as he massaged her shoulders. Admiring her superbly toned muscles, he licked the sweat off her back. Grace moaned softly. Louis explored down her back, stopping at where her slender waist flared out slightly to her hips. His strong hands drifted lower over the globes of her buttocks, kneading the firm flesh. Grace raised her hips slightly to accomodate him, breathing heavily with her face pressed into her pillow. She gasped, tensing as she felt his strong fingers slip into the crease exploring her nether vale. Grace moaned with undisguised pleasure as his fingertip found the puckered opening of her anus, tracing the tight hole lightly. Louis held his breath as he explored the entrancing opening further, half expecting Grace to protest. Instead, she moaned and raised her hips higher as a finger slipped inside the tight opening. He drilled one finger inside her ass, then two until she was crying out in her passion, her knuckles white from gripping the bars of the headboard. Atfer several minutes of watching as Grace flailed around with his finger deep inside her ass, Louis could hardly contain his erection. She gasped in disappointment as the madenning fingers stopped. Then she felt the much larger shape press itself into the entrace to her anal passage. "Yessss!" she hissed, feeling the long, hard length lodge its head into her most intimate opening. With a sharp cry she thrust her buttocks back and up, forcing the Louis' cock halfway inside her ass at one stroke. "Ohhhhhhh! Take me Louis! Take me in the ass!" Taking a firm hold on her wildly gyrating hips, Louis was only too eager to do as she desired, letting his weight drive the hard cock into her tight, resisting ass. She was incredibly tight and the going was much too hard to be fun. With his free hand, Louis reached between her legs, playing with her gushing pussy, until his fingers came away wet. Pausing momentarily, he coated his cock with her juices before plundering her tight opening again. Grace cried out at the incredible sensation of pain and pleasure as he forced his way past her anal muscles, until his hips slapped against her buttocks. Louis paused again, admiring the unobstructed view of his engorged cock buried to the hilt inside his beautiful colleagues' firm ass. Here he was with the girl of his dreams naked and 'cuffed to the bed. Unbelievable that he had just had sex with her in the hallway as she moaned into his ear. And now fucking her up her tight, beautiful ass that he lusted for ever since she walked into the station. Grace was growing impatient, crying out to him in Chinese to continue his anal assault. Louis gave her what she wanted, withdrawing halfway before spearing his cock deep into her ass as far as it would go. Again and again, as Grace screamed in sheer delight at each stroke. She bucked and heaved, enjoying the feel of being impaled on his rampant cock. Grabbing at her bouncing breasts, he mashed them painfully as her body flailed around. He took her roughly, almost violently, reaming her tight asshole. And she loved it, feeling the long hard length deeper inside her than she thought possible. With the incredible friction inside her ass, Louis was swiftly losing control as he felt his cock twitch. With a growl he fell on her body, slick with her sweat and her juices, letting his weight push his cock all the way inside her rectum. Hands locked around her waist, he climaxed, shooting his hot cum deep into her ass. As she felt Louis come inside her, Grace orgasmed as well, screaming her pleasure aloud as her juices gushed out of her spasming pussy. She collapsed on to the bed, feeling the dampness on her thighs as she continued to shudder in orgasm. She luxuriated in the wonderfully warm glow of her climax, half asleep until she felt his strong hands unlocking her handcuffs. Grace turned to watch her lover beside her, "Oh God.... that was incredible" Louis grinned like a man who had all his sexual wishes granted in one night. "Are you ready to go again?" she asked innocently. Louis turned pale, splutterring, "Again?" Grace licked her lips, "There are a few things we haven't tried yet." Louis groaned inwardly until he felt her soft lips engulf his softening cock. She was good, her tongue flicking deliciously over the head as her supple fingers massaged his balls. He felt himself growing, stiffening until its hard length was fully erect. He watched entranced as Grace took him into her hot, wet mouth, deep throating him. Oh hell, he thought, reaching for her swaying breasts, a man can only live so long... ***

This is a work of fiction. It involves sexual acts between underage persons and adults. If this offends you, leave now. If you are still here, enjoy. I would greatly appreciate any and all comments about the story, love it or hate it. I will only get better through the help of others. Best Summer Ever (incest, MFmf) By: Scott Winslow Twins? Yes sir. the doctor said, pointing toward the screen connected to the ultra-sound machine. We can clearly hear two distinct heart beats. Would you like to know the sexes? I glanced from the screen to my wife lying on the table, her round belly exposed and being examined by the doctor. We shared a look that started as shock then quickly changed to excitement. Yes! we said in unison. It seems you are going to have one of each, The doctor answered a boy and a girl. My wife and I shared another excited look, and then we both began to giggle lightly. The doctor looked from me to my wife, a look of wonder at what was so funny on his face. I suppose it was more ironic than funny. I do not know all the statistics on twins. I do not know how common it is to have twins, especially when one of the parents is also a twin. I imagine the odds are even higher if BOTH the parents are twins, let alone each others twin. But that is exactly what happened. You see my wife, and the mother of my twin children, is actually my twin sister. My name is Dan, and my twin sister is Katie. We were always very close. We would talk about everything; we kept no secrets from each other, and were each others best friend. Our family spent our summers at a cabin on the lake. We absolutely loved it there, the weather was great, the lake was a blast, and the cabin was nice. The only problem with the cabin was that there were only two bed rooms. Our parents slept in the large master bedroom, and our bedroom had two smaller beds. This, however, wasnt too much of a problem, considering how close my sister and I were. We didnt mind sleeping in the same room. As we started getting a little bit older we both started becoming interested in the opposite sex. Naturally we talked to each other about this as well. It started the summer we were 12. After a long day on the lake playing with each other and other children from near by cabins we turned in for the night. We would always lay awake and talk for a while after we went to bed, and this night was no different. What does it look like? my sister asked. That night we played a lengthy game of You Show Me Yours, I Show You Mine. By the end of that summer we were lovers. As we grew up we each had several other boyfriends/girlfriends, but never anything serious. I knew that I would never feel about anyone the way I felt about Katie. When we were 25 our parents passed away in car accident. We had both graduated from college and were looking for jobs. We were both sort of lost, not knowing what to do. The only thing we had was each other. Then everything changed. I got a job offer to teach high school in another state. I knew I had to take the job, but leaving my sister would be hard. That was when I got the idea to make her my wife. Of coarse she said yes, we moved to the new state together not as brother and sister, but as husband and wife. We had talked about it ever since we found out Katie was pregnant. We knew there was more to our love than most other people have. There is something special about being in love with, and making love to, a family member. We wanted to involve our new bundle of joy in our incestuous life, when the baby was old enough of course. So we could barely contain our excitement when the doctor told us we were going to have twins, a boy and a girl. We would help them find the kind of love my sister/wife and I had shared since our childhood. *** Eleven and a half years had passed since the birth of our two wonderful children. This summer our little ones would turn 12, the same age Katie and I were when we began our loving relationship. Mom, Dad, were home! Brandon yelled as he came in the back door. It was the last day of school. Summer had officially begun. I win! he added to his sister, coming in the door a few moments later. No fair! Molly whined. You cant cut through Mr. Jebbias yard. You know he would flip his lid if he saw you. The race home from the bus stop had become a daily ritual for the kids. Molly usually won, when Brandon didnt cheat that is. Yeah, but he didnt, so I WIN! Brandon shot back, lifting his arms in the air like he had won the World Series. Last day of school too, so that means Im the champion he added and then stuck his tongue out at his sister. I dont think so Molly said, and grabbed for her brother, attempting to pinch him. Brandon ran off to escape his sisters attack. Molly chased after him. Dont full around too much you two Katie yelled from upstairs, you both still have to get packed and ready to go. I was carrying a suitcase down the stairs as the children ran past me, giggling and laughing. What was that about? I asked myself, setting the suitcase on the pile with the other bags, ready for the trip. It had taken Katie and me a while to decide exactly how to handle letting our children in our little family secret. It had been her idea to do it at the same place it had happened for us, the cabin at the lake. I loved the idea of spending the summer on the lake, enjoying the weather, and each other, all summer long. I glanced at myself in the mirror at the bottom of the stairs. I suppose I am attractive. Im 6 foot tall, dark hair, and I work out regularly to keep a muscular build. The idea of what was going to happen this summer was making me quite excited. A bulge was starting to show in my pants from my 7 inch penis. I was lost in thought and didnt even notice Katie come up behind me. You may want to put that thing away, you dont want to spoil the surprise before we get to the lake do you? she teased. I turned and saw her standing at the foot of the stairs. She was beautiful, tall, long legs. She had the face of an angel, framed by a head of bright red hair, cut short to her shoulders. Her large 36c breasts fit perfectly with the wonderful curves of her hips. What surprise? Brandon asked, carrying his own bags into the room, his blonde hair reflecting the light coming in through the window. He had a slim body, toned from playing sports. He had switched into a pair of shorts after school and I could see his slender, but toned legs as he came down the stairs, leading up to his tight butt. He had soft features that made him incredibly handsome. Youll just have to wait and see young man Katie said, running her fingers through his hair. Oh come on mom, tell me. I promise I wont tell Molly. Brandon replied. No can do kiddo, not until tonight I said. Where is that sister of yours anyway? Right here daddy Molly said, finally making her way down the stairs with her luggage for the trip. She is the spitting image of her mother at her age. Same long red hair, same pale skin, same thin long body, and same small slightly budding breasts. She looked absolutely adorable in the summer dress she had changed into. I could almost see up it to her panty covered mound as she came down the stairs. I caught my mind wondering. At that age her mother was almost completely hairless. I wonder if my daughters body was just as smooth and soft as her mothers when we first began making love. The idea excited me, and Katie noticed yet again. Ok kids, time to go. Lets load up the car she said, snapping me back to reality. We quickly loaded the car and were on our way. In a little over an hour we would begin our summer on the lake. *** Upon arriving at the cabin at the lake we all helped unloading the car. After carrying all of the luggage into the cabin the kids went exploring. This was the first time either had been here and neither really knew what to expect. It didnt take them long to realize the shortage of bedrooms. Katie and I knew that it would not really be an issue, but we told them for the time being if it really bothered them, one could sleep on the couch in the living room. This seemed to appease them and since we still had a few hours of daylight remaining, I suggested we take a swim in the lake before dinner. We all changed into our swimwear, and had a nice dip in the cool water. As the sun started to go down, we all started to get hungry. We went back into the cabin and got changed. As the kids watched a movie, Katie and I prepared dinner. The meal was great, and we spent some time after dinner sitting around the table talking. Hey Mom, what about that surprise you were talking about? Brandon asked. What surprise? Molly asked, getting excited. Mom and Dad have a surprise for us Brandon answered her. Ooo what is it? Molly joined in. My heart began to pound. This was the moment I had been waiting for since the doctor first told us we were having twins. The moment when my kids find out the truth about their parents. The moment that we would finally get to enjoy the pleasures of our children. Well honey, Katie said turning to me, I think its time we tell them. Yes it is, I said. Tell us what? Brandon asked. Ok here it goes. I began. Did you kids know that your mother is a twin, just like the two of you? I asked. Really mommy? Molly asked, turning to her mother. Yes darling, and your daddy is too. Katie replied. What? Brandon said, sitting up, obviously shocked. Why havent we ever met your brother or sister? You have I answered. When? Who are they? Molly asked. Well you see kids Katie said, your father and I are each others twin. It took a few moments for this information to sink in for the children. Molly was the first to react. WHAT!?! she said. That means you are brother and sister Yes dear, just like you and Brandon. I added. Whoa, whoa, whoa Brandon said that means that you two are both brother and sister and husband and wife. That means you have been having sex with your sister. This was the moment. How would they react? Would it be disgust? Excitement? Would they understand? And then it happened. The looked at each of us, then at each other, then they smiled. My heart skipped. They SMILED! I was so excited, so happy. I knew everything was going to work out exactly how Katie and I had hoped. Yes kiddo, we are both. We have been making love I corrected since we were your age. That is why we are here this summer. Your mother and I began our relationship together in this very cabin over the summer when we were the age you are now. What is why we are here? Molly asked. Katie answered this question. We are here this summer, kids, to help the two of you find the love in each other that your father and I found. The kids looked at each of us again, then at each other again, and then smiled again. I could read the excitement on each of their faces. I do not know if they had ever thought about each other the way they currently were, but I know they liked the idea now that they were having it. The conversation continued, the kids asking about how we started making love, us asking about the kids sexual experience. We found out that both kids had discovered masturbation, but had never done anything with anyone else. Why dont we take this conversation to our bedroom Katie finally said. Ok the kids both said. I walked to the bedroom first; I turned on the light, and sat against the head board on the large king size bed. Brandon and Molly come in next, both obviously nervous and excited at the same time; they each sat at the foot of the bed, turned toward each other. Katie came into the room last; she shut the door behind her and walked over and sat next to me. So neither of you has ever had a kiss before? Katie asked. Not a real one Molly said. No Brandon added. Well now is your chance. I said Just like this. I leaned over and kissed Katie passionately, wrapping my tongue around hers. Now you I said, motioning the two of them together. I could tell that they were ready, scared, but ready. Molly seemed to take the lead, and leaned in first. Her brother followed suit and they pecked each other on the lips. Then Brandon did what I had done with his mother, put his hand on his sisters face, pulled her close and opened his mouth. The children then began making out with each other for the first time. They did this for several moments before stopping and looking at us. Very good Katie said, now how about this? She reached over and took my shirt off. Molly did the same with her brother. Katie then took her own shirt off. Molly followed suit, but started to cover her little buds when she realized she was topless in front of her family. Dont do that sweetheart I said. See its ok I reached over and took Katies bra off so she too was topless. I started touching her breasts. Brandon must have been very excited because he instinctively started to touch his sister in the same way. Molly began to calm down and moved her hands from her own chest to her brothers. It seemed the time for words had passed; no one said a word for quite a while. I leaned in and began to kiss and suck Katies breasts; my son did the same with his sister. She appeared to be enjoying this very much. Seeing my daughter this way, topless, in ecstasy, made my mind wonder back to my earlier thoughts. I knew that now was the time to find out exactly how much like her mother Molly really was. I reached down and undid Katies pants. Brandon did the same and before I knew it both girls were bottomless. I couldnt help myself from looking. I was delighted to see my little girl was as hairless as the last time I had seen her naked as an infant. But I knew the time for my pleasures with my daughter would come later, right now was the time for my children to experience sex with each other. I took off my pants, and Brandon removed his. I was surprised to see a small patch of hair above his erect penis. His member was quite large for his age as well. As I was admiring it, it disappeared into Mollys mouth as she followed her mothers example of beginning to suck my cock. Does that feel good kiddo? I asked, breaking the silence. Yeah was all he was able to say, obviously overwhelmed by the situation and the pleasure. Thats enough Molly Katie said removing my penis from her mouth dont want him to finish before we even get started. She then lied back on the bed and spread her legs. Molly mimicked her mothers actions. I could see Brandon looking from his sister to his mother. They both look delicious dont they kiddo? I asked. Once again Yeah was his only response. I leaned down and began to lick Katies waiting pussy. Brandon began to do the same. I made sure to tell him to be gentle, licking her lips first, and then slowly going deeper. I told him how to find her tiny clit, and I could tell by Mollys reaction that he had found it easily. I was paying more attention to the children, helping them and being turned on by them, to Katies pussy. She didnt seem to mind though. When I finally went back to her, Katie seemed wetter than ever before. She obviously found the sight of our son eating out our daughter as exciting as I did. I looked up into her eyes and she gave me the look. I knew it was time. We knew it would require our help for the kids to get started. Katie reached down and held Mollys legs apart, then spread her virgin pussy. I took my sons rock hard cock and helped guide him into her. Ok, this may hurt a little sweetie, are you ready? Katie asked her daughter. Yes mommy Molly responded. Katie nodded to me. I pushed my sons back; he slid into his sister deeper. I felt a bit of resistance, then a little pop. Molly let out a slight yelp. We all froze. Eventually Molly moaned. Im ok. She said. Ok youre on your own son I said. Katie lied back and I slid my cock into her. I started pumping in and out of her, while Brandon did the same with his sister. He slid himself in and out of her young pussy. I knew he wouldnt last long, but I knew I probably wouldnt either with the erotic scene going on next to me. Katie must have been the most excited out of any of us because she was the first to reach orgasm. She moaned and let out a little scream as her pussy clamped around my shaft. Then moments later Brandon began panting and he too came, shooting his load deep in his sister. This sent me over the edge and I too shot a load deep in Katies pussy. Molly was that last to cum. Luckily her brother was a healthy young man. He was able to continue making love to her until she panted and jerked and collapsed back on the bed after her orgasm. This had been a long, eventful day for all of us. We all collapsed with Molly and fell asleep one big, happy, naked family. *** I was the first to wake up the next morning. I lied there for a moment and looked at the scene around me. Katie lied next to me, her back to me. I looked over her and saw Brandon curled up in front of her. I looked down toward the foot of the bed and say Molly was laying between my legs. Wow, what a night I thought to myself. I got up and decided to make breakfast. I was always hungry first thing in the morning. I wrapped a bathrobe around myself, tying it loosely in the front. I went down to the kitchen and started frying some bacon and making some pancakes. I heard someone coming down the stairs a few minutes later. I was just finishing making breakfast. I switched off the stove and turned to place the food on the table just as Katie was walking into the room. My sister/wife looked incredible wearing a long t-shirt. I noticed she wore nothing else as she sat at the table and the shirt rode up revealing the beautiful treasures between her legs. We looked at each other, neither of us knowing exactly what to say. Finally we both started to laugh. I walked over to her side of the table, leaned down, and kissed her passionately. Last night was I began. Amazing Katie finished. Yes, thats the word. And everything I had hoped it would be. I added. Oh yes, me too. Katie said. And just think, we have all summer to do it again and again and again. We both ate a little breakfast, discussing the previous nights events. We both stated how pleasantly surprised we were at how willing the kids seemed to make love to each other. I added that I thought maybe they had each considered it before. We were both so thrilled that our children could share the same type of relationship as we had at their age. Eventually our conversation drifted from our children loving each other, to us loving our children. We had both agreed long ago that when this day finally came that the four of us would share everything. Katie and I had realized early in our relationship that we were both bi-sexual. When we found out we were going to have twins and decided that at some point we would involve them in our incestuous relationship, we knew that our relationship would include each of us making love to both of our children. We both decided to let things happen when they happened, not to rush into anything. Slowly our conversation died down. Im going to go take a shower. Katie said and got up from the table. Why dont you wake the kids and send them down for breakfast while you are up there? I asked Sure. Katie answered. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek then went upstairs. I started cleaning up the dishes, waiting for the kids to come down to eat. A few moments later I heard the shower turn on, and then heard one set of feet coming down the stairs. My son Brandon walked into the room. He had put on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt before coming down. Hey Dad he said when he saw me standing by the sink. Hey there kiddo I said, turning around. Hungry? Na, not really he answered. He never seemed to eat breakfast. Kids dont they know its the most important meal of the day. Wheres your sister? I asked. Mom asked her take a shower with her, said she needed to clean her up after last night he answered. Oh I see I said. So much for letting things happen on their own I thought to myself, chuckling. Yeah, you sure made a mess in your sister, she probably does need cleaned up I added. Brandon looked away, appearing a little embarrassed. Yeah I guess he said. Hey, dont be embarrassed Kiddo. You had fun didnt you? I asked. Brandon looked back toward me and nodded. And Molly sure seemed to enjoy it too. So theres no need to be embarrassed. It was a lot of fun Dad Brandon said. I still cant believe that you and Mom are twins, just like Molly and me. And then what I did with Molly, it was just wow. I laughed. Yes, wow, thats about the best way I could put it myself. And now just think about what Mom and Molly are doing right now I added. What do you mean? Brandon asked, looking confused. Well they are upstairs, in the shower together, washing each other, touching each other I left my sentence hanging, indicating to Brandon to use his imagination. I could tell it took him a second, but then his eyes lit up. Oh! You mean they are with each other? Brandon asked. Knowing your mother, Kiddo, and having taken several showers with her, Im sure there is more playing going on up there than cleaning. I answered, the idea making me very excited. I felt my cock starting to stir. I knew that with me only wearing a bathrobe it would begin to poke through if I got much harder. I looked at my son, and saw a tent in his pants as well. I obviously wasnt the only excited by the thought of mother and daughter making love. I started to think that maybe they werent the only ones who could have some fun. This thought sent me over the edge. I felt my almost fully erect penis poke through my robe. I saw my son look down my body, and focus on my hardening cock. I reached down and untied the robe, opening it up. I walked over to my son who was leaning against the door frame. He stood up straight as I neared him. His eyes moved up from my crotch to my eyes. When our eyes met a look of passion passed from father to son. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him to me. I leaned down and kissed my son on the lips. He opened his mouth and our tongues met. It sent a tingle through my body. I broke the kiss and asked him, Are you ok with this kiddo? Brandons only response was to nod his head and lean in for another kiss. I pulled his shirt up and broke the kiss to pull it over his head. I ran my hands down his bare chest, touching his little nipples. I could feel his heart beating. I leaned down and kissed his neck. He moaned in my ear, which drove me crazy. I ran my hands lower, squeezing his butt through his shorts. I slipped my fingers under the waist band and pulled them down, he wasnt wearing any underwear. His penis was pointing straight up at me. Brandon ran his hands over my chest, then up to my shoulders and slipped the robe off of me. We were now standing in the kitchen, each of us naked, running our hands all over each others bodies. I took Bandons hand and led him into the living room. I had him lie down on the couch. I started at his lips and kissed my way down his body. I took extra time when I reached his chest, licking and sucking his nipples. I continued on, going lower. I could hear his breathing getting louder and faster the lower I got. We both knew my final destination. When I passed his belly button, Brandon instinctively spread his legs, putting one on the back of the couch and the other down on the floor. I reached his crotch, but passed his member by and started kissing his balls. I sucked them into my mouth, gaining a moan from my son. I licked them, and then removed them from my mouth. I licked the underside of his cock from the base to the tip then took it into my mouth, sucking the length of it into my mouth. I stated moving my head up and down, sucking my sons cock. I rubbed my hands down his legs then squeezed his butt. I pulled his checks apart and took his penis out of my mouth to look at his butt whole. It was one of the most wonderful things I have ever seen. I couldnt help myself; I dove in and began licking my sons tiny whole. Brandon began panting and moaning very loudly, obviously enjoying this. I used my hangs to play with his cock as I licked and stuck my tongue into his butt. My own cock was aching for attention. I picked my son up. I then lied down on the couch and placed my son on top of me, his cute little bottom in my face. I went right back to rimming my sons butt. He immediately knew what I wanted and wrapped his fingers around my shaft. I felt him start to lick my balls, then my shaft. He licked all over it then put the head in his mouth. He started to suck. He was a natural, his warm little mouth wrapped around my thick cock felt amazing. As I was 69ing with my son, in extreme ecstasy, I heard the shower turn off upstairs. Although I was having a great deal of fun with Brandon, the old saying popped into my mind the more, the merrier. I stopped licking. Oh dont stop Dad Brandon said. How about we go see what the ladies upstairs are up to? I asked. Maybe they can join us. Brandon obviously liked this idea because he got up without saying a word and started up the stairs. I followed after him, and caught up with him in the doorway of the master bedroom. I looked into the room and the sight that greeted us was breathtaking. Molly was lying on her back, her legs spread wide. Katie was between her legs, licking her pussy. Molly was running her fingers through her mothers red hair. Molly was panting and moaning in obvious ecstasy. She tastes good, doesnt she Mom? Brandon said, startling the women. Katie turned her head around. Seeing the two of us standing in the doorway naked, her eyes got wide. Yes she does son, yes she does. You know kiddo I said to Brandon, I havent tasted your sister yet, but I know your mother tastes very good too. Why dont you turn around there dear I said to Katie and you have a taste of her I said to Brandon. Katie turned herself around and lied back, spreading her legs. Brandon crawled up between her legs and started eating out his mother. And maybe Ill have a little taste over here I said as I crawled between my daughters spread legs. Mmmmm she does taste good Dad Brandon said to me. I looked down at my little girls waiting pussy. I could tell her mother had been licking her tiny clit because it was sticking straight up, pointing at me. I took this as an invitation and began licking it myself. I licked and sucked on it, gaining moans from Molly. I alternated between licking her clit, and sliding my tongue deep into her pussy. This continued for several moan filled minutes before I heard my wife say Mmm fuck me baby. I want you to come up here and put your cock in me. I want you to make love to your mommy. I could tell Katie was very turned on. She usually only talked dirty like that when she was very excited. I continued licking for a few moments before I felt Molly orgasm. I stopped licking Molly and knelt up. I wanted to have a better view, to see my son make love to his mother. As I was watching him slide his smooth member into my wife/sister I felt something between my legs. I looked down to see Molly licking the head of my penis. As I watched my son have sex with Katie, my daughter was giving me a blowjob. She slowly started sucking more and more of my shaft into her mouth. Soon she was able to get about half of it into her tiny mouth. She used her tongue to lick up and down the shaft as she sucked. My little girl was an excellent cock sucker. Meanwhile, Katie and Brandon were moaning very loudly next to us. The scene was more than I could handle. I was about to cum. I pulled my penis from her mouth and shot my load all over the bed next us. A little bit of it splashed onto Katies breasts. Molly instinctively leaned over and licked it off her mother. This added stimulation sent Katie over the edge. She wrapped her legs around Brandon and pulled him deep as they both had a loud orgasm. We all shared a few passionate kisses before we got up and went about our days. *** Although we came on this summer vacation to have fun and experience a whole world of new pleasures, there was still work to be done. I found my self outside chopping firewood so we could build campfires to toast marshmallows and make smores. It wasnt a fun job, but necessary and I did not mind. I had been out there for a few minutes when I heard someone come out the door. I went around to the front to see who it was. I saw Katie and Brandon walking to the car. Brandon had his hand on his mothers butt, rubbing it as they walked. Where are you two going? I called out. I need to run to the market Katie answered, Brandon is going to ride with me. Sounds good I said and returned to my wood chopping. I was only working for another five minutes or so when I felt a few drops of water on my back and arms. I looked up and could see some rather ominous looking clouds rolling my way. I decided we had enough wood for the time being and I wanted to get inside before it started pouring. I put my axe away, and went inside. I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and went into the living room. I saw cartoons playing on the TV, but didnt notice Molly lying on the floor watching it until I came around the couch. I plopped down and opened my beer. Spongebob did not interest me much, but my daughter sure did. She was wearing a short pink dress. She was lying on her belly with her legs pointed toward me. As she watched the TV she would lazily bend her legs at the knee, sticking her feet in the air, by doing this her dress had ridden up very far. I was getting a great view of my daughters smooth long legs and a little peek of her rear end. Daddy? Molly said, not even turning her head. Her call brought me back to reality. Yes dear? I responded. I was just wondering she said, now turning around looking at me. Brandon had sex with me, you know, and with Mommy, and I know you have sex with Mommy, so when um are you gonna have sex with me? My penis instantly jumped to attention. I nearly spit out my beer. I had never expected to hear my little girl talk like that. I was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. I mean, if you dont want to, I understand Molly said, looking down. No no no, its not that baby doll I said getting down and crawling over to my daughter. I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her head. Our eyes met. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. I guess Im still as new to this as you are little lady. I suppose I didnt want to force you into anything you werent ready for. So you really want to have sex with me? she asked. Look what you do to me Molly I said, pointing to my hard penis sticking up in my pants. This is all for you. Molly reached out and touched my crotch, feeling my hard penis. Really? she said, looking up at me. Oh yeah I said and put my hand on her bare leg, rubbing up toward her thigh. So, I guess you are ready then? I asked. Yes Daddy. Molly answered. Then come with me I said. I stood up, took her hand and helped her stand. I led her by the hand up the stairs and into the bedroom. I had her lie down on the bed. I took my shirt off then lied down next to her. I kissed her on the lips again, and when I did she opened her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and pushed it into my mouth. I made out with my daughter while I started running my hands up her legs. Eventually I made my way up under her dress and found that she wasnt wearing and panties. I ended our kiss and pulled her dress over her head. My daughter was completely naked, lying in bed with me. I went back to kissing her, and then continued kissing all over her body. Molly was breathing very heavily. When I reached her crotch I was very excited. I absolutely loved this smooth little slit. She spread her legs, opening up for me. I dove in and licked her up and down. I used my tongue to slide in and out of her. Then I found her clit and sucked it into my mouth. Are you ready? I panted, finding myself short of breath. I was more excited than I realized. Yes Daddy, I want you to fuck me she said, mimicking her mothers statement from earlier that morning. This sent me over the edge. I jumped up and pulled my pants down. She eyed my hard cock as I started guiding it toward her waiting pussy. Her eyes got wide, perhaps now realizing how much bigger I was than her brother. Ill be gentle baby, I promise I said. She nodded. I placed the head of my penis on the lips of her pussy. I slowly began to push. She was so incredibly tight. At first she seemed ok, but the farther I went, Molly began to seem uncomfortable. Every time I thought I hurt her I would stop and wait. It took a while, but eventually I was able to get most of myself into her. I waited even longer now, making out with her. Finally I began to move in and out of my daughter. Eventually I had worked up to a good rhythm. I could not believe I was actually making love to my daughter. The thought alone was enough to get me off. And that is exactly what happened. I couldnt help it any longer. I moan and pushed in deeper than I probably should have and shot my load into my daughter. I do not know if it was the cum or me pushing in deeper, but at that moment Molly screamed, bit down on my shoulder, and came herself. I rolled off, and lied next to her. I kissed her again on the lips. I looked her over, she looked incredible. I noticed some of my cum running out of her pussy. She noticed it too. She reached down and scooped some of it onto her finger. She placed her finger in her mouth and sucked the cum off. I love this stuff Molly said. Its yummy. Well Im sure you will have plenty of chances to taste it this summer I answered. We finally decided it was time to get dressed. The rain had stopped and I needed to get back to the firewood. As we were leaving the bedroom we saw Katie and Brandon coming up the stairs. Brandon had his hand up his mothers shirt. They were kissing as they walked. They saw us and stopped. This son of yours has been teasing me since we left Katie said. I need to teach him a lesson. She winked at me. And what were you two doing? Brandon asked. I think you know son, or at least youre about to find out. I answered. Molly and I walked down stairs as Katie and Brandon walked into the bedroom. I could hear Katie moaning as I walked out the door to get back to the wood. I could tell this was going to be the best summer ever. Please drop me a message at [email protected] and tell me what you thought about the story. I hope you enjoyed.

This is a work of fiction. It involves sexual acts between underage persons and adults. If this offends you, leave now. If you are still here, enjoy. I would greatly appreciate any and all comments about the story, love it or hate it. I will only get better through the help of others. I <3 Mr. P. (Mf, Teacher/student, Watersports) by Scott Winslow My name is Craig Peluchette. My students, though, call me Mr. P. I believe that everyone has a calling. There is something that every person is meant to do, the reason they were put on this Earth. Everything in yourlife pushes you toward this goal. For me, I believe this goal was teaching. It was all I ever wanted to do, and if I do say so myself, Im pretty good at it. There were really two reasons I always wanted to teach. he first reason ad to do with my love of history. When I was in middle school I had great teachers that taught me to love history. If not for their passion of the subject, I would never have learned to love it myself. So that is what I wanted to do. To be able to teach kids to love history as much as I did. The other reason I wanted to be a teacher is far simpler. In fact I can sum it up in one word. Girls. What can I say? You can call me whatever you want, perv, sicko. Its probably all true. But just like we were all put here on this Earth to do something special, we can not change who we are. I know, Ive tried. But I just can't help myself. So I wanted an opportunity to get my fill of these young, innocent creatures without doing anything that could land my ass in jail. So I became a teacher. Four years after graduating college, however, I was still just a substitute. Apparently I was not the only one who wanted to be a history teacher. Subbing barely paid the bills though. So when I heard of a position at a school down state, I took the job. It was eighth grade, state history.It meant moving to a place and a school I had never been to before, butI was up to the challenge. I got to the school a few days before students were scheduled to arrive. I was given a tour of the building by a fellow teacher, Miss Schafer. She taught math in the room right next to mine. She was attractive and youthful. I learned that she was only one year out of college. Math positions are much easier to come by apparently. I let her lead me all around the large school, often times catching myself staring too long at her back side as she walked in front of me. As attractive as she was, though, she was a bit old for my tastes. I reminded myself about all the girls I would get to see in a few days, but decided Miss Schafer was a welcome distraction in the mean time. The day before school was to start I got my room ready. I had already gotten my lessons mapped out and was ready for teaching, my room however was not. The janitor came in early the day before school and said that I was going to get all new desks. I helped him carry the tables that had been in the room out and when he asked how I wanted the new desks set up I was not sure at first. I decided to just set them up in rows to start with and move them later it I wanted. So we set them up in five rows of six desks. I was also given a podium and placed this in front of the room. From this vantage point I would have a great view of all the students in my class. I was more than a bit nervous though on that first day of school. That first bell rang and students started filing in. I tried my best to be friendly and personable with all the students. My naturehas always been to be as friendly as possible with the students. Some would say I am too nice, and that I should do more to distinguish the line between teacher and student, but my thoughts were always that if the students liked you they wouldn't goof off and misbehave as much. Although these students had never met me before, by the end of the first class I could already tell that most of them liked me. I did notice there were several very attractive young ladies in this class. When the bell rang to end the first period, I started thinking that I was really going to enjoy this school. As the day went and more periods came and went I was really getting to like my job. I had already met several girls who were not only very sexy, but also seemed to have little middle school crushes on me. I loved it when girls like this flirted with me in school. I got so turned on thinking about how naughty it was to be thinking the things I thought about them. I had one period togo before lunch. The kids filed in asusual and I started taking role. There were a few cute girls in this class, but no one too special. Early in the role though I found a problem. There seemed to be a girl missing. It seemed odd to me that someone would be missing on the first day of school, but I did not think too much of it and continued on. I had already passed out the class syllabus and text books and was going over the class ruleswhen the door opened. I turned to see who it was coming in my class and standing in the doorway, looking out of breath and disheveled was one of the cutest girls I had seen all that day. She was short, Id say maybe a few inches under 5 foot. She was thin, but fit and muscular. She had short brown hair that had a few streaks of lighter red in a few spots. She had small pink lips and large round brown eyes. Her skin looked soft and nicely tanned. As I looked down her body, she wore a tight t-shirt that showed off a set of lovely breasts. They were round and very shapely, but not too big for her body. She also wore a short denim skirt. Her legs were long and muscular. She wore sandals on her feet and her toes were painted bright pink to match her shirt. Then she smiled at me. "Is this room 213" she asked? "Yes it is" I replied. "Oh then you must be Mr. Pela... Mr. Pelu..." "Mr. P. works" I said "andI'm guessing you areAlexis Ashby." "Yes, Mr. P. You can call me Lexi. I just moved to the school, I'm still learning my way around" she said as I indicated where she was to sit. Due to her last name and alphabetical seating she was sitting in the front row, right in front of me. "Im new here too," I said. "We can learn our way together" She smiled at me again and for a second I felt a little spark between us. Maybe I was just imagining things, but it felt amazing. Thenthe bellrang and the students filed out again. I asked Lexi to hang around for a second to get a syllabus and text book. "Do you know where you are going now?" I asked "Lunch" she answered. "I know I have lunch, and I think I know where the cafeteria is." Not ready to let this girl go just yet I replied "I'll walk down with you so you don't get lost again. How'sthat sound?" "Sounds great!" She said excitedly. SoI walked with her to the cafeteria. As we walked through a few doors,I held them open for her to walk through. As she passed me I couldn't help myself. I looked down at her rear end. It looked amazing. Round, but it also looked nice and firm. How I wanted to touch it, but I knew I couldn't. Before I knew it we were at the cafeteria. She gave me quick thanks and went along her way to get lunch.I noticed as I walked away that she sat by herselfat a table. Iremember hoping she finds some friends soon. I was also thinking something much more deviant.This girl was just my type. She had the perfect body andseemed to likeme a lot. On top of that she was wearing a skirt. There was always something about the way girls looked in skirts that drove me crazy. Maybe it was the idea of seeing up them, which I was able to do on a few occasions. With Lexi's positionin the class, I walkedaway hoping shedressed like she was today all the time, and that I could possibly have a chance of seeing what treasures were up her skirt as well. *** My hopes for the school year were mostly coming true. Things were going great in class. I was making friends with the other teachers andI seemed to really be having an impact on the students. And my hopes for Lexi were also going well. She did in fact wear skirts to school on most days. I had not, up to this point, been able to actuallyget a peek up under her skirt, but I had gotten very close on several occasions. She seemed to always sit slouched down in her desk, with her legs slightly spread. It was almost like she was teasing me, almost letting me see, but then not quite. It was very frustrating, but also very exciting. Lexi and Ialso started getting closer. Often times, after class, she would hang out in my classroom for a few minutes before going off to lunch. We would talk and chit-chat. I loved these little moments. We did not talk like teacher and student, but more like two friends. On one day, Lexi seemed to be hanging out a little longer than usual. Now I didn't mind, she could stay all day forall I cared, but I still thought maybe she should get lunch.SoI mentioned this to her. "Shouldn't you get to lunch?" I said. "Oh umm no, it's ok" She answered. "Not hungry? Won't your friends miss you?" "No,I'm ok. And my best friend is right here" she said. "Oh Lexi," I said. "I'm sure you have foundsome other friends by now, and if not you will. But you need to go to lunch before you get in trouble." Reluctantly she got up and left the room. "Bye Mr. P." she said. "Thanks"she added, and then gave me a little hug. It felt so good to be that close to her, to be able to touch her. She smelled unbelievably sexy. She let go and went off to lunch leaving me there with just my fantasies. *** The hug between Lexi and I took place on a Friday, meaning I had all weekend to think about these events. My mind raced all weekend. Did she feel the same way I did about that hug? Was she as infatuated with me as I was with her? Was I crazy t be thinking these things? Finally it was Monday. It started like any other Monday, long and tiring.Then came Lexi's class. The students came in to the room and had seats, just like any other day, then came Lexi. She came in and sat asusual, but there was something different today. I do not know what it was, maybe her skirt was just a little shorter today than usual, maybe she was slouching more than usual, maybe her legs were a little wider than usual. What ever the reason was I didn't really care because as I started teaching I looked over at Lexi as I always did and sure enough I could see right up between her tan thighs and could see her crotch. I was shocked silent for a moment, but finally regained my composure and continued teaching. As the classwent on though, I found it harder and harder to look anywhere but up Lexi's skirt. She was wearing a pair of dark blue satin panties over her mound.The material pulled tight over her slit. There were adorable lighter blue swirls and white clouds all over them.I remember thinking it was the greatest sight I had ever seen.I had to spend most of the period behind my podium because I had grown extremely hard in my pants from this sight. Unfortunately class did eventually end. Lexi was, as usual, the last to rise from her seat.When she did finally get up and I couldn't seethe beautiful sight under her skirt anymore, she said to me "Did you have a good class Mr. P.?" "Yes I did Lexi" I responded. "Me too" she said and left to go to lunch. I watched her butt as she walked away. I could imagine the way it would look covered by her blue satin panties. I sat at my desk over my lunch period, stroking myself through my pants, thinking about the wonderful day I had had, and wondering what tomorrow would bring. *** Tomorrow brought me another wonderful day. It started much the same as the day before. Kids come in, there was Lexi, and she sat and spread her legs. Today I was treatedto a pair of cotton panties. These ones had vertical lines of rainbow colors all over them. Thebands around the leg wholeswere a light blue color. They were also small on Lexi and pulled tightto her young bodyThey were very sexy. Much like the day before I found it hard to keep from staring directly up Lexi's skirt the entire period. I also found it hard to hide my erection. But I was able to control myself until my lunch period where I could stroke myself unnoticed. *** I didn't know what had changed with Lexi, but something had, and I liked it, becauseWednesday brought more of the same. Todays treat were lacy pink panties. Tight like the days before, these particular underwear had frills around the leg holes and designs in the fabric all over Lexi's crotch. By this point I had the beginnings of inklings that maybe Lexi knew what she was doing to me, but I didn't much care. I was intoxicated by looking at this little girls crotch, and I wasn't about to stop, even if she knew I was looking. That was until I saw Thursday's panties. *** As Thursday's class started I took my new usual position behind the podium to hide my erection as I taught the class while staring at my favorite student's panties. Lexi made her way into class and sat down as usual. At first I thought today's panties were some sort of cow or zebraprint. White cotton with black spots or stripes. But as class went on and I looked harder, I noticed something that both excited and terrified me. They were in fact white cotton panties, but the black was no animal print. They were letters. In bold print Lexi had written a message on her crotch. It read I <3 Mr. P! in the style of the I love N. Y. t-shirts one can buy in New York city. So I had my answer, yes Lexi was obviously showing me up her skirt everyday, and today she was letting me know it. The thought of this beautiful young creature, who I had fantasized about numerous times, was blatantly showing me her private areas made me more excited than I had ever been. But I was also very nervous. What if another teacher should happen to see them? I would be castrated if a student was seen with my name written on her crotch. As much as I enjoyed these shows, I knew that in order to protect my career and life I had to put a stop to this. After class, as Lexi stayed as usual, I told her I needed to speak with her about something. Now, how was I going to say this? "Lexi, I apologize, but I happened to see up your skirt today during class" I said "You did?" She said, playing dumb. "Yes and um... I noticed something troubling. I believe you have my name written on your underpants." I added "Yeah they say that I love you" Lexi responded. "Well Lexi, what if someone else should see that? I could get into a lot of trouble. You don't want that, do you?" "But its ok Mr. P. You are the only one I show them to." Lexi said. I was shocked by what she had said. "You really show them to me?" I said. "Well yeah, Ive been doing it all week. Don't tell me you haven't noticed" was Lexi's response. Not knowing how to handle this, I really didn't know what to say. "Just do me a favor and don't wear those, just in case someone does see. Now get to lunch" I finally said. I sat at my desk, not knowing what to think. So she has been knowingly showing herself to me all week. What do I do? Its not hurting anyone for me to look is it? I decided to wait and see how Lexi handled things the next day. *** If Thursday was confusing and somewhat frustrating, Friday was insanity. After 24 hours of thinking and wondering, I was dying to know what Lexi would do this day. At first I was disappointed. For what may have been the first time that year Lexi sat and crossed her legs. I part expected for her to not show me today, but I was still a bit let down that I wasn't getting my daily panty shot. About half way through my lesson however, Lexi uncrossed and spread her legs. I was actually walking around the room today, because I had nothing to hide behind the podium. When I noticed Lexi change positions though I walked to the front of the room and got behind the podium and looked to see what panties she was wearing today. However, I did not see what panties she wore today. I did not see what panties Lexi wore, not because of how she sat, but because she was not wearing any! As I looked up Lexi's skirt past her silky thighs, between her long legs, all I could see was a thin slit in her flesh and a tiny patch of hair at the top. The hair was light brown like that on her head. The slit looked delicious. It looked tight, but was opened slightly. To say I was shocked by this sight would have been a vast understatement. I was also extremely delighted. I had never seen a young girls pussy before, at least not in real life, and it was truly a sight to behold. I had an extremely hard time looking anywhere besides between Lexi's legs. I just wanted to crotch down in front of her and get lost in her sweet slit. The bell rang, snapping me back to reality. Most of the class left the room, leaving only Lexi and me behind. "Is that better Mr. P.?" Lexi asked, not getting up from her seat, still revealing herself to me. "Is what better?" I asked "Lexi, you aren't wearing any underwear!" "You told me not to" was her response. Thinking to what I had said the day before, I realized what she meant. "No Lexi, I meant not to wear the ones that say you love me, not for you to not wear any at all." "Ohhh ok, Mr. P. So I should wear panties?" Lexi asked. I couldn't tell if she was playing me or was serious. "Yes Lexi, you should wear panties" I said sternly "But don't you prefer looking at me without them?" Lexi asked I was speechless again. She WAS playing me, and I was going right along with it, although I really didn't mind being played with at all. Suddenly though another teacher walked by my classroom and I snapped back to reality. I realized where I was and what was going on. I knew I needed to put an end to this before I got caught. "Alexis," I said, using her real name. "I am not going to talk about this sort of thing with a student in school. Now go to lunch, and put some underwear on." "Oh ok Mr. P. I got it. Wear panties and not talk about it in school. Gottcha" Lexi said, and went off to lunch.After she left I thought to myself about what he hell I was going to do with this girl, and what had I gotten myself into. Only time would tell exactly what I was in store for. *** That night I pulled my car into the drive way of my house. i sat in my car for a moment to recollect my thoughts. I thought I noticed something and looked in my rear-view mirror. I knew I had to get a grip on myself, because I was starting to see Lexi everywhere. I swore that was her walking behind my car. I opened my door and stepped out, and realized I wasn't day dreaming. Standing there in my driveway was the object of my continuing desire. "HI MR. P.!" She exclaimed. "Lexi? What are you doing here" I asked. "Oh I live right down the street there" she said, pointing down the block. "Sorry to show up like this." "How do you know where I live?' I asked. "I looked it up online" she answered. "Um ok" I said, not knowing how to respond. I started walking up to my front door. Lexi started following me. "Where are you going?" i asked. "In with you," she responded. "You said we couldn't talk in school, so I figured that meant we should talk in your house, right?" I now had an idea where this may have been going. "You are just trying to get me in trouble right?" I asked. "No, Mr. P. I'm not trying to get you in trouble, but don't you think you would get in more trouble talking to me here on the street than if we were inside where no one can see us?" I have no idea with which head I was thinking, but this actually made sence to me. I shrugged and led the way into my house. I grabbed the mail out of my mail box, loosened my tie and went into the kitchen. Lexi set the bag she was carrying down on my coffee table and sat on my sofa. "So, Mr. P., we aren't in school. Answer my question" Lexi said. "What question?" I asked, call in from the kitchen. I knew full well what she meant, but trying to buy myself time to think of what to say."Do you like seeing me without panties on" Lexi responded. I walked back into the living room. "Look, Lexi, I can't see you like that," I said. "It's illegal." "Oh right," Lexi said. "That's why you said I need to wear panties" she said as she started spreading her legs. "Like these" with that her legs were spread. She was once again showing me her panties. She was wearing the I <3 Mr. P panties. She spread her legs a great deal farther than she had before. I was treated to a fantastic view. I couldn't help myself. I didn't even try to look away. She wanted me to look, she was showing me, and we were alone in my house, why shouldn't I enjoy the show? "Why would you write that on there?" I asked. "Because it's true, and I wanted you to know it" she said, then added "and even if you don't love me... yet, at least admit you like them." What the hell, I thought. What the worst that could happen. "Yes Lexi, I do like them" I said. "I knew you would!" Lexi said excitedly as she got up and came over to me. She gave me a hug, it felt more magical than the one we shared a week ago. "So do you like these ones because of whats on them? Or do you like all of them?" She asked. I replied, "Well no, I like them all" But then I added "Lexi this is completely inappropriate." "So?" she asked. "Who's going to know? I won't tell anyone. And you won't get in trouble because I'm showing you, you aren't doing anything. So which did you like the best?" Lexi continued. I sighed heavily and went back to the kitchen. "Do you want something to drink?" I asked. "Soda if you have it, and an answer to my question" Lexi said. I opened the fridge door. The cool air felt good. I noticed that I was sweating and my blood was pumping rapidly. Ok Mr. P. I thought. What's it going to be? I figured i had gone this far. I had done enough that if she was going to tell she would have already. I may as well have fun. I called back into the living room "I liked the blue ones from Monday." I walked back into the living room with two sodas, unable to believe I had just said that. I set my soda can down on the coffee table and noticed the I <3 Mr. P panties Lexi had just been wearing sitting on the table. I looked to Lexi, who was sitting back on the sofa. "These ones?" She asked. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal the blue satin panties she was wearing Monday. I was lost. "Umm yes, those. How, what?' I asked. Lexi opened the bag she had brought with her, inside where several pairs of panties, some I had seen and some I had not. "Is there anything else you would like to see?" Lexi asked, smiling at me. At this point I was so turned on I couldn't help myself. I sat back in a chair across from the sofa. "Show me something new" I said. Lexi dumped her bag out on the table. She looked through them for a few seconds then selected a pair of white satin panties. She stood up, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties off. She then stepped into the white pair and pulled them up. These particular ones where, probably, the tightest I had seen her in. I could see the material ride up between her lips, creating a sexy bump in the front. She turned around, bent over a little, and lifted the back of the skirt, showing me her panty covered butt. "What do you think?" Lexi asked, looking at me back over her shoulder. "That looks incredible" I said. "What else do you have?" I asked. Lexi then changed into a pink pair of cotton panties. Then bent over and showed me her butt again. This process continued for several more pairs of various colors. I do not know when I started, but at some point I started stroking myself through my pants at this show. Lexi, however, realized before I did. "Wouldn't that be better if you took your pants off too?" She asked. Suddenly I realized what I had been doing. I couldnt believe I was going to do this, but I did it anyway. I stood up. Yes, It would be better that way I said. I kicked my shoes off. I undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I pulled them down and took them off. I tossed them across the room. I then sat back down, wearing my boxer shorts. My hard penis popped out of the leg hole of my boxers. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and slowly started stroking up and down. I looked up into Lexis eyes; she was starring at my cock. Then she looked into my eyes. She said I love you Mr. P. and then she sat back on the couch across from me. She pulled her panties to the side, and started rubbing her pussy. I love you too, Lexi I said. I stood up, took my shirt off and sat next to Lexi on the couch. I brushed her hair from her face, and tucked it behind her ear. I touched her check. I then pulled her toward me and kissed her lips. She kissed me back. We both opened our mouths and started flicking our tongues over each others. Her tongue tasted delicious. I broke our kiss and took her shirt off her, then her bra. I started rubbing her chest. I squeezed her round tits. I leaned down and kissed her nipple. I sucked it into my mouth. Lexi put her hands on the back of my head, pulling me into her. I kept sucking, sucking as much of her shapely breast into my mouth as I could. Lexi started moaning. I sounded amazing. I finally stopped sucking her tits and kissed my way down her body. Her panties were still pulled to the side. I dove in and kissed her pussy lips. I licked up and down her slit. Then I stuck it inside her. She let out a little gasp as my tongue entered her body. I licked all around inside her, sliding my tongue in and out. I then flicked her little clit with my tongue. I kept going back and forth between fucking Lexi with my tongue and licking her clit. She still held the back of my head, still pulling me into her, still moaning, but much louder now. Finally I stopped and lied her down on the couch. I spread her legs and got in between them. I placed the head of my cock on the lips of her pussy. I looked into her eyes as I pushed into her. I was surprised that I slid all the way in, she had already lost her hymen. We kissed passionately as I slid in and out of her wet pussy. Lexi wrapped her arms around me, pulling me toward her. Her moaning was getting louder and louder until it suddenly reached its climax. I knew she was cumming. I couldnt control myself. The feeling of her gripping my body, pulling me toward her, and cumming on my cock sent me over the edge. I pushed into her and shot my load. Her eyes got wide as she felt my cream filling her little body. *** A few minutes later I was still holding her naked in my arms on the couch. I kept running through my mind what had just happened. I knew I shouldnt have done it, but I didnt regret it at all. I had very strong feelings for Lexi. As I watched her lie there, almost asleep, completely peaceful, I knew I had never felt the way I felt about her about anyone else. Was I in love with her? Maybe I was. But suddenly I was brought back to reality. I heard a ringing from Lexis bag. She woke from her semi-slumber and answered her cell phone. After some small talk she hung up and looked at me. My mom wants me home for dinner she said. In that moment I realized who this girl was. She was 13 years old, my student in 8th grade. I had just had sex with her, but maybe all that was ok. I thought I loved her. I knew no one besides her and I would understand, but that was good enough for me. Lexi got off the couch and started putting her clothes on. I watched her get dressed, and then start stuffing all her panties back into her bag. One pair fell to the floor from the table. I picked them up and started to hand them to her just as she was zipping her bag. Oops, forgot a pair didnt I? she asked. I guess Ill have to come back for those tomorrow. You better I said. I got up and hugged her again. I knew this hug was different from any of our other hugs, because we were now lovers, but it felt surprisingly familiar. It was almost like that first hug, before any of this had happened, felt the same way. This hug, however, was followed by a deep passionate kiss. Lexi then had to leave. *** I sat naked on the couch for a long while after she left, thinking about what just happened. I knew I should feel bad, I should regret doing it, but I didnt. Every time I started thinking about what just happened, I started getting turned on. Before too long I was rock hard. Thats when I noticed the panties Lexi had left behind. I picked them up and really looked at them for the first time. They were the blue satin ones Lexi wore on Monday; the same ones I told her were my favorite. Was them falling off the table and leaving them there really an accident? I wrapped them around my shaft. I used them to jack off with, remembering how she looked in them, and how good it felt inside her. I came again, soaking the panties with my semen. I decided to turn in early that night. It had been a long, interesting, and ultimately very good day. I knew the next day could be even better though. I fell asleep with visions of Lexi dancing in my head. *** I woke up early the next day to the sounds of birds chirping outside. It was a nice, warm, sunny day outside. After I made myself a quick breakfast, I decided to sit on my front porch. As I sat out there though I saw two police cars drive by in front of my house. Although I did not regret anything that happened that day before, and I knew I wanted to do it again, I was scared to death that Lexi had told someone and I was going to get arrested. I couldnt take it any longer, so I went back into my house and turned on the T.V. I was watching some bad movie on cable, when there was a knock at my door. I about jumped out of my skin. I assumed it was the police coming to arrest me. Whoever it was knocked again. I finally opened the door, and my heart stopped. It wasnt the police. It was Lexi. There she was, standing on my porch, a huge smile on her face. HI Mr. P.! she said. Good morning Lexi I said. Can I come in? she asked. I stepped to the side and let her in. Of coarse you can I said. She walked past me into my house. She was wearing very short cutoff jean shorts, a yellow mid drift tank top that showed her flat belly, and sandals. She looked incredibly sexy. Lexi then went and sat on my couch, exactly where she sat the day before. What are you up to today? she asked. Im enjoying my day off. Freaking out that the cops are going to bust down my door and drag me to jail I answered. They wont Lexi said, laughing. They cant unless I told someone, which I didnt, and I wont tell anyone. If I told, and you got arrested, we couldnt do it anymore. And you want to do it again I asked. Hell yes I do she said as she crawled toward me across the sofa. She kissed me, and as we kissed her hands found my cock through the gym shorts I wore. Her hand went up the leg of my shorts and started stroking my hardening penis. She started trying to pull my shorts down. I lifted my self off the couch so she could do it. She also took my shirt off. By now I was rock hard. She leaned down and kissed the head of my penis. She started to suck, taking almost all of it into her mouth. She was very good at giving head. How did you get so good at that? I asked. Lots of practice Lexi answered. Practice? I thought. There has got to be a lot more to this girl then meets the eye. I knew I wanted to ask her all about it, but there would be plenty of time for that over this weekend. For right now, there were more important things to do. As much as I was enjoying getting a blowjob from this sexy little girl, I wanted to do more. I had her stop sucking. I took her tank top off of her. She was not wearing a bra. I told her how much I loved her round little tits. She seemed to blush a bit. I leaned in and sucked on them much like I did the day before. I didnt do this for too long however. I stopped and unbuttoned and zipped her shorts. As I pulled them down, I noticed something. Lexi wasnt wearing any panties. Joking with my new little lover I said What did I tell you about wearing panties? Sorry Mr. P. Lexi said, pretending to be upset. Maybe youll have to punish me. Do I deserve a spanking? She asked. I liked this idea. Yes Lexi, I think you do. I pulled her over my lap. I lightly slapped her left butt check. Oooooh Lexi moaned. I did it a little harder, and Lexi moaned a little louder. Apparently Lexi enjoyed being spanked. I was dying to know her story, what or more importantly who had she done before? I continued to spank her, sometimes doing it rather hard. I could tell Lexi was really enjoying herself. Her butt was starting to turn red. I stopped spanking and started rubbing her butt. I moved my hands between her checks and rubbed her little hole. I moved my hand down between her legs and around to her pussy. She was extremely wet. Lexi must have had other things in mind. She turned herself around and straddled me, sliding my hard cock into her. She started riding me up and down. She looked amazing moving up and down on top of me, her tits bouncing. I reached up and grabbed them with my hands, squeezing them as she rode. She came quickly. I wasnt far behind though. I shot my load inside her again. For a long time afterLexi and I had both climaxed, she didn't move. She just sat there with my cock inside her, kissing me passionately. After several minutes of this,she reluctantly got off of me. She put on the panties she had left the day before and her tank top. I put on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. For a long while we just sat and talked. It was nothing sexual, just chit-chat. We talked not like teacher and student, but more like boyfriend and girlfriend. After a while we got hungry and ordered a pizza. It was over the third slice that idecided to ask the question that had been on my mind for a while. "How is it you have'so much practice' as you said?" I asked. "How many guys haveyou been with?" "Other than you, only one," she responded, "but I dont really want to talk about it." Jokingly I replied, "Oh come on,I'm your friend, you can tell me anything." "Oh, okay" Lexi said. "So who was this one other guy? An old boyfriend?" I asked. "No, it was my Dad" she said. "Your father?" I replied, shocked. "Yes" Lexi look embarrassed. "Wow" I said. "Thats... um... neat" I wishI could have thought of a better word to say than 'neat'. Lexi replied, "You don't think it's creepy?" She had a look of hope on her face as she looked up at me. "No, I do not" I said. "I mean I just had sex with my 8th grade student. Most people would think thats just as creepy, so I think it's fine." Lexi jumped up, came over to me, and hugged me. "Thats awesome Mr. P, I love you" "So tell me about it" I said. Lexi began relating her story to me. Her father hadbegun molesting her at a very young age. As she got older,it changed from just touching to having sex and as she called it 'making love'. Apparently she enjoyed and loved every moment of it. Then her mother found out. Her father got sent to jail and they moved to a new town. Lexi was extremely upset that she had lost her lover. She knew she had to find a new one, but thought it would be very hard. Then she stumbled into my classroom that first day of school and I had been so nice to her, that she knew exactly who she wanted her new lover to be. So she started teasing me. Showing her body and her pantiesoff to me. She said that the way I acted the first day she showed me her panties, she knew I was hers. I was blown away. I had always pictured Lexi as an innocent young girl that i was taking advantage of. In actuality, she was a sex crazed young woman who meant to do everything she had done to get me to fall for her, and it had worked. She ended her story by saying "So I wont tell anyone becauseI don't want to have to move again and start all over with another guy." I felt so much better about what we had done after hearing her story.I wanted her again. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. I lied her down on my bed, took her clothes off, and made love to her slowly and deeply. *** As had become our usual habit, Lexi and I lied together for a long while after we made love, butit was starting to get late. "You should call your mother," I said "and tell her you're staying the night at a friends house." "You should call and pretend you're my friends dad. That'll be better." So I made the call, pretending to be Lexi's friend's father. Her mother gave her the ok to stay the night. Lexi and I were very excited. As we lied in bed, I asked her "Tell me more about you and your dad. You reallyseemed to like being spanked; did he use to do that to you?" "Yes," Lexi said "at first it was punishment whenI was bad, but thenhe realized how much it turned me on, so he started doing it as part of our sex afterwards." "Do you do anything else kinky?" I asked "Yeah, a few things" Lexi answered, but before I could ask what, she was already asking me "Are you intoyoung girls?" I wasn't totally sure how to answer at first, but i figured I was already in enough trouble, so why not be honest? "Yes" I said, "I am attracted to young girls. I always have been. It's the main reason I became a teacher." I couldn't believe I was telling Lexi my darkest secret. I couldn't believe even more that I felt so comfortable telling her. "Am I the first girl you've been with?" Lexi asked. "Yes, you are Lexi" I answered. "I've had lots of girls that flirted with me, and I flirted with them, back when I was subbing. I never did anything with them, though. None of them were as sexy as you are though." "Aawww, I love you Mr. P!" Lexi said and gave me a hug and a kiss on my lips. We kissed for several seconds. When our kiss ended, I said to my little lover "You can call me Craig when we're not in school if you want." "I like calling you Mr. P." She said. "It sounds and feels, I don't know, naughtier" Lexi answered. I liked this idea, too. I did like the way it felt knowing I was with a student, and her calling me mister added to that feeling. "You like being naughty, don't you?" I asked. "Yes" Lexi answered, then asked me a question. "Will you do something for me?" "Anything" I said. Lexi said "You don't have to if you think it's weird. It's just something Dad and I did and it's pretty weird, but it's lot's of fun and.." I could tell she was nervous about asking me, and rambling. I was dying to know what she wanted. "Just ask me" I said. "Will you pee on me?" Lexi asked. I was shocked. I would have never dreamed that was what she wanted. I had never even thought about urination as part of sex. "Your Dad would pee on you?" I asked Lexi "Yes" Lexi answered sounding like she was getting excited "and he would have me go on him too. It's a lot of fun, but we don't have to if you don't want too. And you can forget I ever asked. But you could just close your eyes and pretend like you're just going in the toilet and not even know I'm there" I could tell she really wanted it, and I really did want to make her happy. It did kinda sound like fun. "Ok, I'll do it" I said. "Yay!" Lexi said and gave me another hug and kiss. *** Lexi and I finally got out of bed and went into my bathroom. We got into the shower and Lexi got down onto her knees. "Where do you want it at?" I asked Lexi. "All over" Lexi answered, rubbing all over her body "and maybe a little in my mouth." "You want to drink it?" I asked. "Yes, please" she said, giving me a sly smile. "Ok, here it goes" I said. I closed my eyes for a second. I didn't know why I was having a hard time going at first, but finally I could feel it coming. The first spray of my yellow liquid hit Lexi's left arm. It was only a short spurt at first. Then it came out steadier. I redirected my spray toward her chest. I covered her tits. I made sure my flow went slow, so it would last longer. I moved my spray down her body to her belly, then her legs. Lexi was following my pee with her hands, rubbing where I had peed on her at. Lexi opened her mouth, and looked up into my eyes. I knew what she wanted. I moved my spray up again and got the last bit of my flow into her mouth. As my flow trickled and stopped, Lexi closed her mouth and swallowed my pee. She rubbed my pee into her body a little more, then stood up and kissed me. I could taste my pee on her lips. I found the taste odd, but not altogether bad. She reached over and turned the shower's water on. I washed her body off. I had really enjoyed peeing on her, and was very hard. Lexi and I fucked in the shower as the hot water poured on us. I came deep inside her again. Lexi and I got out of the shower and dried off. It had been a long day so we got into bed and fell asleep in each others arms. *** I woke up early the next morning. Lexi was still asleep, lying next to me in my bed. She was on her back, her head turned away from me. The sheet we had used was covering only part of her body. Her right leg was sticking out and it only came up to her waist. For a long while I just looked at her. Her smooth, bare leg. Her small round breasts and her flat stomach gently rising and falling as she breathed. She looked like a perfect angel. I lightly brushed a strand of hair from her face, and turned her head so she was facing me. I hoped it would not wake her, but she must not have been as fully asleep as I believed. Her eyes slowly blinked, then opened. Good morning Mr. P. she said. Good morning Beautiful I replied. Lexi got a big smile on her face. I have to pee, she said wanna come? She bit her bottom lip and a hopeful look appeared in her eyes. You really do like these pee games, dont you? I asked. Yes I do, Lexi replied but if you dont want to play them, then we dont have to. Its ok Lexi, Ill play along. Besides, I have to go too. I said. We got out of the bed and went into my bathroom. Lexi stepped into the bathtub and got down onto her knees. You first she said. Im thirsty. I stepped into the tub myself. Lexi opened her mouth wide, and got close to my cock. I could tell that this morning my little lover wanted to drink my urine. I started to go. My flow went directly into Lexis mouth. Soon her mouth was full though, and she closed her lips to swallow. When she did this I stopped my flow. Lexi swallowed my pee, and then opened her mouth again. I let go the rest of my pee. I once again filled her little mouth, but instead of swallowing right away, Lexi left her mouth open and the overflow ran down her chin and over her body. When I was done Lexi then swallowed her mouth full. She stood up and kissed me like she had the day before. I could taste my pee on her mouth again. I could tell why she was into this game so much. My turn she said. She lifted her leg and put it on the rim of the bathtub. I bent down to get a closer look as she peed. Lexi began to urinate. It was only a little at first, but soon it built to a full flow. I thought it looked rather sexy. I put my hand into her the flow, and felt the warm liquid run over my hand. I could really get into these kinds of games, I thought. Taste it, if you want Lexi encouraged. She reached down and put her own hand into her flow just as it was stopping. She lifted her hand to her mouth, and sucked her fingers. I think Im yummy. Not as yummy as you, but still good she said. I shrugged. Why not? I added and licked her urine off my hand. Well? Lexi asked. Not bad, I said. I bet it will grow on me. Do you taste yourself a lot? I asked. Sometimes, She said. When Im really in the mood to play and couldnt do it with Daddy right away. I think watching you taste your own is very sexy I said. I stood up to reveal that my cock was rock hard. We stepped out of the tub and went back to my room to have sex again. As much as I hated it, I knew Lexi had to get home. After another long shower together Lexi and I both dressed. She left me with promises to see each other in school the next day. *** It was the longest day ever waiting for Lexis period to come, but finally it did. Lexi must have ran to class, because she came into my room early. We shared a look of desire, but we both knew we had to be deceit because there were already other students in the room. Lexi held up an empty water bottle. Can I go to the bathroom and fill up my bottle? She asked me. Sure, I said. Take the hall pass. Lexi went and came back a few minutes later. Class had already started by the time she took her seat. I could not help but stare at her. It was as she looked right into my eyes as she took a drink from her bottle that I noticed the liquid in it had a slightly yellow tint. I was in shock. Lexi had filled her bottle with her own pee, and was drinking it right in front of me. Between watching her drink her pee and looking up her skirt, I had an erection for the rest of the class. The bell rang, and most of the students left, except Lexi that is. Her bottle was empty again. Im empty again. She said. I can see that, I said. Was that what I think it was? Yep! she answered. Gosh Lexi, that is so sexy I said. Will you fill it up for me? Lexi asked in her hopeful look that I had come to love so much. I took Lexis bottle and went into the faculty bathroom. I undid my pants and pulled out my cock. I placed the tip of my penis on the mouth of the bottle and began to pee. I filled the bottle before screwing the cap back on. When I left the bathroom, Lexi was waiting for me in the hall. I handed her the now full bottle. Lexi took the bottle, unscrewed the cap and took a big drink of my urine. Thanks Mr. P. she said before skipping off to her next class. As I watched my new lover go toward her next class I could not help but think about how much I was falling for her and how lucky I was. I knew that this was the beginning of some amazing adventures. The End Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed. Please drop me a note a [email protected] and let me know what you thought.

How to Get What You Want: (f/b M/b) By Scott Winslow This is a work of fiction. It involves sexual acts between underage persons and adults. If this offends you, leave now. If you are still here, enjoy. I would greatly appreciate any and all comments about the story, love it or hate it. I will only get better through the help of others. I always had a way of getting what i wanted. Throughout my life, there weren't many things that I wanted that I couldn't somehow find a way to get. I suppose that when you are the teenage daughter of a single father, who has a rather lucrative job, getting your way shouldn't be that big of a surprise. I know that statement makes me sound stuck up, but in actuality Im not. Of course I was able to get nice clothes and shoes and other things like that, but I really didnt show off. There were really only two things that I wanted in life, the two things every 16 year old girl wants. The first thing I wanted was sex. As you can imagine, being a hot sixteen year old, this wasn't hard for me to get. I was 5'5" tall, most of which was my long legs. I had long, straight, light blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cute face. My chest had developed nicely at a young age, giving me perky round breasts. I had slightly rounded hips and a firm round butt. I played high school volleyball and ran track, so I was in great shape. My desire to experience sex developed at an early age. I gave my first blowjob at 12 and had lost my virginity at 13. All this sexual experimentation at a young age, though, left me wanting more. So you can say that what I really wanted wasn't really just sex, but new sexual experiences. I began trying new and different things with my partners. These, however, are a story for another time. While I was on the lookout for new ways to satisfy my sexual urges, there was one other thing I wanted more than anything. And that was a car. Like most 16 year olds who just got their drivers license, all I wanted to do was drive. I had imagined myself long before that day riding around town in a light blue convertible, the wind in my hair, guys staring at me as I drove by. So when my 16th birthday came and went and my dad didnt give me the keys to a brand new car, I was a little upset. When i finally realized that my father wasn't going to buy me a car I asked him about it. According to him I was too young to have my own car, and needed a few more years of driving experience before I could get one. YEARS!? I was very upset after this. I was used to getting everything I asked for, and being told no was not something I was used to. This is the story of how I was able to get the two things I wanted most in the world. It was Saturday morning. I lay in bed, half asleep, half awake, and listening to the birds sing in the tree outside my bedroom window. I had pulled the blanket down at some point as I slept, and I could feel the heat from the sun as it shined across my bare chest. I had been sleeping nude for several years now, typically because the last thing I did before I went to sleep was play with myself, and the first thing I did when I woke up was play with myself. The images that would become my fantasy for my morning fingering were just starting to form in my mind when I heard my father call my name from the foot of the stairs below. The only bad thing about weekends, I thought to myself becoming fully awake, was that my father was home from work. This meant that I couldn't enjoy myself without fear of interruption, and discovery, like when I was home alone. "Penny, Im leaving" my father called again from below. Leaving? Then suddenly I remembered. This weekend was my fathers business trip. He would leave this morning and not be back till Sunday evening. I knew I had to go say goodbye. I was still a little heated at him for not buying me a car, but he was still my dad, and i would miss him. I got out of bed, and decided to through a t-shirt on to cover my naked body. Father wouldnt approve of me walking about the house naked. "Bye Dad" I said, walking down the steps to meet him. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him. "Be safe" I added "I will sweetie," he replied, "bye bye." With that my father picked up his overnight bag and left the house. As soon as my father pulled his car out of the driveway I pulled my t-shirt off over my head. There was something so naughty about going around the house naked that got my very excited. I went back to my bedroom and lied back on my bed. I prepared myself to play with my pussy, bringing myself to what would be the first of possibly several orgasms that day. Suddenly, though, a new thought popped into my head. For some while now, I had been curious about something. My father, being a single parent, had to have many of the same urges I did. It made perfect sense to me that my dad must have some sort of pornography. I had been waiting for weeks for the perfect time to go through his office and find his secret stash. "What kinds of porn did he like?" I wondered. Anal? Asian? Lesbian? The more I wondered the more excited I got. I had seen porn before and always enjoyed it, so finding a supply in my own house would lead to an exciting, masturbation filled weekend. I got back out of bed and went down the hall to my fathers office. I began going through each of his desk drawers and found nothing of interest. Next I turned my attention to the desk top PC my father had sitting on his desk. I pushed the power button and the computer began to start up. Themonitor flashed a welcome screen and then went to a log in screen. The computer needed a password in order to operate. I began typing in everything I could think of that my father would have used as a password. My late mothers name? No. My name? No. Birthdays, anniversary, sports teams? No. no. no. I had tried just about everything I could think of, and was about to give up when I absently mindedly typed "password" into the box and hit enter. Suddenly the computer began to boot up. I was excited to finally be in to my fathers computer. The first thing I saw, though,when the computer started up, made me gasp and just about fall out of the chair. The image my father had selected for the background on hit desktop was a photo of a young boy, possibly 12 years old. The boy was nude except for white socks upon hit feet. The boy had a huge smile. He way lying on his back, his legs were raised up and spread wide. He sported an erection, and in the position he was laying in, his butt hole could be seen. I was in shock. What in the world was my dad doing with a picture like this as his background? I couldn't think, but I was finally able to tear my eyes away from the image and looked at the icons on the desktop. I noticed a file titled "pics". I double clicked on the file and a window opened up with a series of thumbnail images. I turned the scroll ball on the computer mouse and quickly looked down through several of the images. All of them were of children, mostly boys, but some girls as well. Most were naked, but some were clothed. But all of the subjects in the images were in some sort of provocative action. I still couldnt believe what I was seeing, but I was beginning to be able to process it. My father was a pedophile, and he was gay. Without a second thought I clicked on the first image, and opened the picture file. The image of another boy filled the screen. This boy was about the age of the boy on the background, possible younger. This boy was wearing a t-shirt with Superman on it, he wore no pants. The only other thing of note in the image was an erect penis of what appeared to be of the photo taker, that of an adult. The subject of the image was grasping the penis, and appeared to be jacking it off. I pushed the right arrow on the computer keyboard, and another image appeared. This one was of the same boy; he now had cum all over his face, hands, and Superman t-shirt. I pushed the arrow again and another image papered of a different boy. Another push,another picture. It was on or about the 10th picture that I realized I was touching myself. I dont remember starting to, but when I realized I was doing it, I also realized I was wetter than I had been in a very long time, possibly ever. I couldnt believe I was enjoying this so much, and I really couldnt believe that I was actually finding these boys attractive. I continued to look through the pictures and fingered myself to two orgasms before I decided to take a break. i went down to the kitchen to fix myself some lunch, but the images of young boys with their smooth, hairless skin, and little erect dicks kept popping into my head, and before I knew it I was eating in my fathers office, looking at more of his pictures. By the time my father arrived home from his trip the following evening I had look at every image on his computer, and had copied them onto my own. I had never before thought of young boys sexually. However, now that I had seen all those images, and gotten so turned on by them, I found myself looking at children in a whole new way. Unfortunately, I did not have very many opportunities to interact with the new objects of my lust. Occasionally I would see a young boy playing outside, or in a store. I would instantly get turned on when I would see one, thinking of the things I would like to do to him. I was hoping, though, for a chance to get up close to one and do more than just imagine. As much as this new subject dominated my thoughts I was surprised one day whenmy friends mother gave me a ride home from track practice.Her SUVpulled up to the curb in front of the school and my friend climbed into the front seat. I opened the rear door and slid into the back seat. I noticed something though, as soon as I opened the door. The back seat was not empty. How could I have forgotten that my best friend had a little brother?I remembered as soon as I saw him though. His name was Josh. He had a blonde mop of hair on his head and was thin, obviously an active youngster. He had one of the cutest faces I had seen on a boy his age. As my friends mother drove toward my house to drop me off she began a quite heated conversation with my friend in the front seat. They were arguing over some guy that my friends had recently started dating. I took the opportunity of the distraction in the front seat to talk to the handsome little man sitting next to me. "Hi Josh" I said smiling at him. "Hi" he replied. "How old are you now" I asked. "I'm 10" he answered. "Oh so you would be in, what, 5th grade?" I asked. "Forth" Josh corrected me. "Oh fourth," I said. "I liked fourthgrade. Do you like school?" "It's ok" He answered. "I bet all the girls are into you. Are you interested in girls yet?" I asked him. "Kinda," Josh replied, obviously getting a little embarrassed. His face had turned a little red. However, he was staring at my legs sticking out of my short running shorts the whole time. It got me very excited to think that he found me as sexy asI found him. The car ride was all too short, however. Before I could continue the conversation the carpulled up in front of my house. I said my good byes to my friend, her mother, andespecially Josh. I got out of the car and went into my house. I knew my father would not be home for some while, hence my friends mother needing to ride me home. I quickly ran to my bed room and stripped off all my clothes. I lied down on my bed and began running my hands over my body. Visions of Josh filled my mind as my fingers found my wet pussy. I played with myself for several minutes imagining all the things I wanted to do with him. It was during this time thatI came up with my plan for him. My friend and I would often have sleep overs at each others houses, and it just so happened that it was her turn to host. The sleep over was scheduled for the following weekend. I arrived at my friends house shortly before dinner. As her mother prepared dinner, my friend and I hung out in the living room. I thrilled me very much that Josh also decided to hang out in the room with us. I took this time to chat with the young boy. I was doing my best to flirt with him, while still hiding it from my friend. I dont think she had any idea what I was doing, but I hoped that Josh did. After we ate dinner, my friend and I went to her bedroom. We talked and watched TV for a while. My friends parents went to bed early, as I knew they would. It was finally time to put my plan into action. I told my friend I wanted to watch a movie, but we needed snacks. We went down to her kitchen. I made sure to check the living room when we passed, and just as I hoped Josh was playing video games. My friend and I entered the kitchen. I told her I would get the drinks while she got the snacks. I poured soda from a bottle into two glasses. As my friend made a bag of popcorn, I put the next part of my plan into motion. I pulled the sleeping pill that I had taken from my fathers medicine bottle earlier from my pocket. I opened the capsule and poured the contents into one of glasses. I quickly began drinking from the other, handing the laced glass to my friend. Just as I had hoped, about 30 minutes into the film my friend was fast asleep. I got myself ready and quietly snuck downstairs. Josh was still playing his game as I sat next to him on the couch. "Hey there little guy" I said cheerfully. "Hey" Josh answered. "What are you playing?" I asked. "Call of Duty," he replied, blasting away two more bad guys. "You're really good at that," I said, still trying to flirt with him. "Thanks" Josh said. "So... do you have a girlfriend?" I asked, trying to get a little more personal with the young boy. After a long pause Josh said "No" with a heavy sigh. "Aww thats a shame," I said and added "I think you're really cute." After this comment, Josh looked at me for the first time. I was wearing only a short t-shirt and a pair of satin panties. I made no attempt to cover them. When Josh looked at me, he looked up and down my body, and then stared atmy crotch. "You're cute too," he said. While being distracted, his character had been killed inthe game, but he did not seem to care. He couldnt take his eyes off me. "Do you like that?" I asked. Josh nodded his head. Iturned sideways and leaned back. I spread my legs, giving him a better view. Josh swallowed hard and set his controller down. "This isn't fair" I said. "You can see my undies, I wanna see yours too." Josh thought for a few seconds, I could tell he was nervous. He slowly stood up. He was wearinga t-shirt and gym shorts. As he stood he hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his shorts and pulled them down. Hequickly sat back down.He was wearing a pair of white briefs. He looked so cute. My pussy was dripping wet and my heart was pounding. I could see that Josh was enjoyingthis as much as me because the front of his underwear was tented way out. I leaned closer to my new little friend. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" I whispered to him. He slowly shook his head no, he was breathing heavily. Without hesitating I leaned in and kissed Josh on the lips. I held the kiss for several second. When I finally pulled back I smiled at Josh. He smiled back at me. "Now, this time open your mouth," I said and leaned in and kissed Josh again. He opened his mouth as I opened mine. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and our tongues danced around each others. He was a very fast learner and was making out with me like a pro in no time. I was having so much fun kissing this little boy, but I wanted to do a lot more than kiss. I broke our kiss and leaned back on the couch again. "I'll take the rest of mine off, if you take yours off" I said, indicating our clothes. Josh once again simply nodded his head. I put my hands on the bottom of my shirt and began to lift it up. I stopped, though, just before my breasts. I waved my hand, indicating for him to go ahead. Josh quickly pulled his shirt off over his head. He had such a cute body. I pulled my shirt the rest of the way over my head as well. Josh was staring at my breasts. I knew Josh was enjoying himself, but I assumed that I would probably have to take the lead on the next step. So I lifted my butt off the couch and pulled my panties off. I was now nude. Josh's jaw dropped as he looked at my body, probably the first naked girl he had ever seen. I let him take in the sights for a few moments, but couldn't wait forever. I wanted to see him naked too! "Ok, your turn" I said. Josh was brought back down to Earth. He mimicked my move and removed his underwear like I had done. I got my first view of his penis. It was the most amazing this I had ever seen. It was about 4 inches in length, and thicker than I expected it to be. He had almost no hair on his crotch.I just had to feel it. I leaned forward and began touching Josh's chest. I ran my fingers over his body, then downward. I touched his little dick. Josh jumped slightly, and then settled down. I ran my hand up and down it, and then as I wrapped my fingers around it, I leaned in and kissed Josh again. As we made out I began moving my hand up and down his penis. After a few minutes I broke the kiss. "You can touch me too" I said to Josh. He trembled a little bit as he reached toward me. He began touching my chest. He cupped my breasts, and then squeezed them. It was so much fun letting the young boy experiment with my body. His left hand remained on my breast, but his other hand began moving down. I was excited to find out what Josh would do with my pussy. His hand reached my crotch and he ran his fingers down my slit. "Push your fingers in, right there" I said to him. Josh took two fingers and stuck them into my pussy. "Now move them in and out" I said. Josh began to finger fuck my soaking wet hole. I let him do this for a few moments as I still played with his little penis. But soon I had him stop. I had him lay back on the couch. I wanted a closer look at his little man hood. I leaned down and kissed the head. Josh began to moan. I licked all around it, then his balls, then up the shaft of his penis. I took the whole thing into my hungry mouth. I was so horny from this that I began to play with myself. I was forcefully rubbing my clit as I was sucking on Josh's penis. Soon I could tell he was getting close, and so was I. Josh had what I guessed was his first ever orgasm in my mouth. He shot a little bit of cum into my mouth, which I swallowed happily. Just as he was cumming, I was too. I was so happy; I had just had one of the most exciting experiences of my life. I stood up and put my t-shirt on. Josh watched me, not sure how to react to what we had just done. I picked up my panties and was about to put them back on, but changed my mind. I went over and knelt down next to Josh who was still lying on the couch. I handed my panties to Josh. I leaned in and kissed him again. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked. Josh nodded his head again. "Good, so did I. Now if you wanna do it again and maybe some more, you have to promise you wont tell anyone what we did. Do you promise?' I asked. "I promise" Josh said, the first words he had said since before we began playing. I kissed Josh again and went back upstairs to my friends room where I went to sleep happy. They next morning I woke to the smell of breakfast. My friends mother was frying bacon. We got ourselves up and went down to the kitchen. My friend and I sat at the kitchen table with her mother and father and ate a hearty breakfast. About half way through the meal my friends father asked the question I had been wondering since we came down stairs. "Where's Josh?" he asked. "You know him," her mother answered, "he always sleeps late on weekends. I think he stays up too late doing lord knows what." I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing out loud. "Or lord knows who," I thought to myself. My friend and I went back upstairs after breakfast. We decided to get showers. I asked to go first, and my friend let me. After I was done showering I wrapped a bathrobe around my naked body and left the bathroom. My friend was in the hallway. She passed me and went into the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear her parents talking downstairs. I started down the hallway toward my friends bedroom. I had to pass Josh's room to get there though. When I arrived at his shut door I quietly opened it and walked into his bedroom. Josh sat up in bed when I went in. "Theres my little man," Isaid. "Hi Penny," he replied. He got a big smile on his face. I walked over and sat on his bed with him. "I just wanted to make sure you are still ok with what happened last night," I said. "So it wasn't a dream," Josh said. "Heck yeah I'm ok with it." "Good," I giggled. "Because theres a lot more that I want to do." With that I leaned close and kissed Josh passionately on the lips. Josh's hands began to touch me. He reached for my breasts. His touch felt so good, but I knew we couldn't. Not here, not now. "Mmmm," I moaned. "Not right now though," I said. "Ill let you know when and where. Now I have to go, your sister's done in the shower." I kissed Josh again, thengot up and went toward the door. I opened the door and started to walk out, whenI got an idea. I looked to make sure no one was around, and then turned backaround. Ipulled the sting on my robe and opened it up, flashing my naked body to Josh. He got another big smile on his face, and the thin sheet covering him began to rise up a little bit. "Now don't forget, dont tell anyone," I said. Josh replied,"I won't" "Ok,you have fun with that," I said, pointing to his dick. I then retied my robe and left Josh's room. I made it back into my friends room just as she was coming out of the bathroom. It was the following Friday, and I couldn't wait much longer. My father was going away again this coming weekend, and I knew this was a perfect time to do more exploring with Josh. The school bus that I rode home from school was never crowded. It was such a small group that weshared the bus with the younger students.I would always ride home from school sitting with my friend. On this particular day, though, I rushed to the bus as soon as the final bell rang. I had a message to pass on to Josh before she got on. Iclimbed the stepsand got on the bus. Josh was sitting by himself toward the front, like he usually did.I sat down next to him and leaned close to whisper to him. "Tomorrow morning, my house, eleven o'clock."I said to him, and i reached down and rubbed his dick through his shorts. Without waiting for a reply, I got up and moved to an empty seat before my friend boarded the bus. I got up early the next morning. My father left about10, so I had about an hour to get ready. I made up my bed and lit a few candles. Iput on a pair of thong panties and the shortest skirtI owned along with a tight tank top shirt thatgave me a lot of cleavage. I was ready for my little man around 10:45.I was so nervous, I found myself pacing around the house, looking out the window every few moments for Josh to arrive. I finally forced myself to sit down and watch a little T.V. to calm myself down.Eleven o'clock came and went. I was so nervous, maybe he wouldn't show.It was 11:11 when the doorbell finally rang. I jumped up and rushed to the door and swung it open. Josh was standing there before me with another big smile on his face. He looked at me up and down. I pulled him into the house and shut to door behind him. I pushed him back against the closed door and kissed him. When I finally broke our kissing, I said to him, "I've been waiting for you." "Sorry, I'm late, but Im here now," he answered. "Yes you are, my cute little man, and we are going to have all sorts of fun," I said. "You're really cute too," Josh said. "Actually, you're so hot." "Awwe thank you," I said. "Now, lets go have some fun." I took Josh's hand and led him up stairs into my bedroom. I had him lay down on my bed, and turned some music on. I began to slowly move my hips, dancing to the music.I could see Josh was starting to get hard, obviously anticipating what was going to happen. I turned my back to Josh as I danced and bent way over, giving him a view of my ass as my skirt rode up. I continued to dance, and lifted my shirt. I started to tease him by pretendingI was going to expose my breasts and thenpull my shirt back down, but this quickly got old and I just wanted him to see me naked so I tore my shirt off then pulled my skirt down letting it drop to the floor. I walked over and got into the bed next to Josh.We kissed and his hands began touching me, exploring my breasts. I pulled his shirt over his head and ran my hands over his bare chest. I pulled his shorts and underwear off, exposing his naked boyhood to me. I began kissing his chest and moved downward.My hands found his dick and began to stroke it. Soon my lips reached his little member and replaced my hands. I sucked his dick into my mouth, moving my lips up and down over his immature cock. Josh began to moan, I could tell he was really enjoying it. His hands found the back of my head and held me as I sucked him. Soon he began to moan very loudly andI knew he was getting close. I intensified my sucking and soon Josh's little dick erupted in my mouth. Josh did not cum a lot, but what he did squirt tasted so good andI swallowed it all. I released Josh's dick from my mouth and watched him as I gave him a few moments to recover. I was so horny, though, that I could not wait long."Okay, it's my turn," I said. Josh gave me an odd look, and then slowly said, "Okay." I lied down on the bed next to Josh and spread my legs slightly. "What do I do?" Josh asked. "Whatever you want to do," I replied. Josh started touching my breasts like he had done before. His little hands felt so good touching me.One of his hands began to move down my body toward my crotch. When his hand reachedmy panties he beganto rub my crotch. "Wouldn't that be better if you took my panties off?" I asked him. "Umm yeah I guess," Josh answered. "Well then take em off me," I said. Josh slid his fingers into the waistband ofmy thong and began to pull it down. He slid it off my feet and threw it on top of the pile of clothes that had collected on my bedroom floor. Josh's hands returned to my body. He now used one hand to rub my cunt while his other hand rested on my stomach and started to rub, moving upward to my chest. He was watching very closely as his fingers slid into my wet pussy lips. He stuck them into me as far as he could, and then pulled them back out before sticking them in again. It felt so good as his little fingers slid in and out of me. I could tell Josh was really enjoying finger fucking me, but I wanted more. Ohh baby, I want you to lick me I moaned to Josh. He gave me a look that I could tell meant he did not know what he was doing. I just smiled at him. It turned me on so much just letting the little boy experiment with my body. I wanted him to discover the things he could do on his own. He slowly pulled his fingers from my pussy and leaned forward. I could feel is breath on the damp lips of my pussy. Slowly he stuck his tongue out and it came into contact with my skin. He took a long lick from low between my legs all the way up to above my clit. It felt very good. He did the same thing again and again. I reached down and spread my lips apart for him. His tongue found the inside of my pussy. He began to explore my insides with his tongue. I was moaning very loudly. I put my hands on the back of Joshs head, pulling him into me. As I pulled him into me, his tongue found my hole. He stuck it deep into me and instinctively knew to begin fucking me with it. I relaxed my grip on his head slightly as I felt the excitement growing from within me. Although I relaxed the pressure on the back on Joshs head, he did not relax his own pressure, and continued to tongue fuck me just as hard as he had been. After a few thrusts though, he did begin to explore a little more. His tongue left me hole and licked up and down my wet slit. Suddenly, Joshs tongue found my clit and I yelped out loud as he licked my sensitive little nub. Josh obviously realized that my clit was sensitive and continued to lick it. I felt the feeling continue to build within my cunt. He flicked my clit with his tongue over and over for several seconds, and I could not hold back any longer. I screamed out loud as my body was rocked by an intense orgasm given to me by my little lover. Are you okay? Josh asked me, leaning up to look at me. I was breathing heavy, but felt incredible. Oh yes I said, pulling Josh toward me so I could kiss him. That felt amazing. Did you enjoy that? I asked. Yeah, it was neat Josh replied. I wasnt sure how it would taste, but you tasted really good! he added. Thank you, I said. I had just had an extremely intense orgasm, but I still wanted more. Now, I want you to fuck me I said. Joshs jaw opened wide. I was surprised that he was still shocked by what we were doing. I guess when you are his age it is a big step from oral sex to actual fucking. It was his innocence that added another level of sexiness to him and the situation. He got over his timidness quickly though. On his knees he slowly crawled between my legs toward me. He got close and I reached down between us and guided his penis toward my hole. He continued getting closer and closer until I was able to guide the tip of his little cock into my opening. Josh froze for a second, realizing he was about to have sex, and then he pushed. Josh let out a loud moan as his little penis was thrust into my wet pussy. I moaned too, it felt very good. Josh began to move in and out of me, moaning with each thrust. I had sex many times before that day, with men a lot bigger than Josh, but there was something about having sex with such a young boy, knowing it was very naughty, that made it feel incredibly good. I raised my legs up, wrapping them around Josh. It lasted longer than I thought it would, but still not very long, before Josh started moaning even louder. I knew he was getting close. Come on baby, I said, looking up into his eyes, cum in me. That must have been all it took, because as soon as I said it Josh groaned loudly, thrust all the way into me, and I could feel him cum inside me. The pleasure of the moment over took me and I came again just as he was cumming inside me. Josh collapsed on top of me after he came. His head was resting on my chest. I was sure he could feel my heart beating, just as I could feel his beating on top of me. I gave him the time he needed to recover, but eventually he withdrew his penis from inside my pussy, and looked up at me. I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me. He crawled up and kissed me, initiating it for the first time. This sent a thrill through my body. I moaned as Josh and I made out, enjoying each others after glow. Josh and I had spent most of the day in my bed, but it was starting to get late. I knew that my dad would be home soon, and also that Joshs parents would probably be wondering where he was. We got dressed and I walked down stairs with Josh. He went to go out the front door, but I grabbed him and pulled him back to me before he left. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me too. My hands began to move up and down his body, feeling him up. Josh did the same to me. Standing there next to the front door, feeling each other up, I heard a noise. It was my dads car. I had obviously gotten too worked up and lost track of the time. I quickly pulled Josh through the house. I swung open the back door and gave him one last kiss before shoving him out into the back yard. I shut the back door again just as my father was opening the front door. I saw Josh sneak around the house out the side window, but my dad did not notice a thing. I had cut it very close. Closer than I expected too. If my father had come home a few minutes earlier, I do not know what he would have done. I knew that from then on I needed to be more careful what I did and how I did it. I could not get Josh out of my mind. I had enjoyed our play time so much that every time I thought about him I would get so excited and so wet. I would play back the events of that day over and over in my mind, but the events always ended that same way, with my dad nearly catching us. Although I could not get that day out of my head because it was so good, reliving that day in my head would always bring that one bad part up again. The more I thought about what would have happened if my dad had come home just a few minutes earlier, though, I got a very interesting idea. At first I thought that it was ridiculous. That I was just being dumb, and it would not really work. The more I thought about it, though, the more it made sense to me. Then one afternoon, a few days later, I decided that it WOULD work, and made up my mind that I WOULD do it. I knew exactly how to get just what I wanted, and give my dad what he wanted too. I came up with my plan one evening. A few friends of mine were going to go to the mall and shop and I really wanted to join them. I needed my own ride though, because there would not be enough room left in their car. My father was home from work and would not need his car for the rest of the night, so I thought I would ask to barrow his car. He was in his office, supposedly working, with the door closed. I went to his door and knocked, but I did not wait for a response and opened the door and walked in. My father was sitting at his computer. When I walked in he quickly pressed the power button on the monitor, so I could not see what he was doing. I looked from the black screen to my dad. I could not help but notice a slight bulge in the front of his pants. I instantly knew exactly what he had been looking at on his computer. I laughed to myself, but did not let on that I knew what he had been up to. I asked my dad to let me use his car, but was told no. It was totally unfair. I wanted my own car so badly. That is when I came up with my plan. I had two thoughts in my head that night as I tried to sleep. First, I wanted a car, and second, the nagging sickness I felt over almost being caught with Josh. Thats when it hit me, I knew exactly what my dad would have done if he had caught us, and knowing what my dad was doing on his computer that evening was proof. My dad would not be mad if he had caught me with Josh, he would be excited, and he would want to join. And offering my little lover to my father would be just the thing to exchange with him for my very own car. That Friday, I decided to put my plan into action. I told Josh to come to my house after school for some play time. He readily agreed. I told him that there might be someone else joining in the fun. He looked at me confused. I told him not to worry, that he would enjoy it. He said ok. Josh came to my house soon after we came home from school. I knew that my dad would be home in about an hour, just enough time for me to have some fun of my own with Josh. My heart was pounding through my chest all day. I was very nervous, but I also knew that when my dad was offered Josh, he would not be able to turn him down. I took Josh upstairs and into my fathers bedroom. We quickly got each naked, and I was riding his stiff little cock in no time. After he had pumped a little load of his cum inside me, we lied together in the bed for a while, kissing each other. "I thought you said something about somebody else?" Josh asked me. "Yes, he should be here soon" i answered. "He?" Josh asked. "Yes, he" I answered. "Is that ok?" I asked. "Yeah, it should be fun" He answered. Almost on cue to our conversation, I head my father arrive home. "Wait here" I said. I got up and put my t-shirt back on over my naked body. I went into the hall way and waited for my dad to come into the house. He came in and set his belongings down next to the door like he usually does. "Penny?" he called. "Where are you?" "Up here Daddy" I replied. "Can you come up here?"He looked up at me standing in the hallway. I knew from his vantage point that he could probably tell I was not wearing any pants or panties. "What are you doing?" he asked, knowing I was right outside his bedroom."Is everything ok?" he said starting up the stairs."What are you wearing?"he added,giving me a weird look. "Im wearing a shirt, duh" I said. He looked even more puzzled. When he reached the top of the stairs he tried to look past me into his bedroom. I had left the door cracked a little bit, but he usually keeps it shut tight, so it being open at all let him know I had been in his room. "Come here Daddy," I said to him, "I have something to show you." He walked over to me, still trying to look into his bedroom. When he was standing in front of me I stepped to the side and pushed the door open. He took a step into his bedroom and stopped short. Lying in the middle of the bed was Josh, completely naked. Josh looked at my dad and had a very nervous look on his face. My father looked at Josh for several seconds. I knew in those moments that this was going to work. If my dad was going to flip out and kill me, he would have done it instantly, but when he took a few extra seconds to look at Josh's sweet naked body, I knew he wanted it. "PENNY!" my dad finally said, tearing his eyes from Josh and turning towards me, raising his voice in an attempt to sound upset thatI knew was a farce. "What the hell. Who is this?" He added. I walked past my father into the room. "Daddy, this is my friend Josh. Josh, this is my dad," I said, introducing them to each other. Now that I was standing next to Josh, my dad was staring at his penis. Still trying to sound upset, my father said sternly"What is going on here?" "What's going on here, Daddy, is that I have a deal for you" I said. My dad swallowed hard, he was beginning to sweat. Without taking his eyes off of Josh he slowly said "Ookayy." I noticed the front of his pants starting to bulge. Moment of truth I thought to myself. "I know about your secret fantasies," I began. "I know what sorts of things turn you on, and I know all the things you want to do. Josh is here to make them come true. In exchange for..." I trailed off. "In exchange for what?" my father said, looking at me for a moment, then back to Josh. "In exchange, you'll buy me a car" I finished. "Does that sound like a deal Daddy?" My dad broke his gaze at Josh again and looked into my eyes. He walked closer to me. "And if I say no?" He asked. "If you say no then Josh gets dressed and leaves. You go back to looking at your pictures on your computer, and I go back to bumming rides off my friends" I said. "Deal?" I held out my hand for my dad. It was shaking, and my heart was beating so fast I could hear it. My dad looked back at Josh, then back at me. I could tell he was thinking hard. Suddenly he held out his hand took mine. Then he squeezed my hand and pulled me toward him. For a moment I thought he was going to beat me for what I had done, but instead he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was the weirdest kiss of my life. It was not a normal father/daughter kiss, but it was not overly passionate either. After the kiss, my father shrugged and said, "Sounds like a pretty damn good deal to me." I stepped away from between my dad and Josh. My dad untucked his shirt, then unbuttoned it and took it off. He walked topless over to the bed where Josh still lied nude. "Hi Josh," my father said to him, holding out his hand, "I'm Joe, Penny's dad." Josh took my dad's hand and shook it. "Hi," he said, "nice to meet you." I sat in a chair my father kept across the room. In all the nervousness, thinking about this moment, I had never thought about what it actually happening would be like. As I watched my dad climb into the bed next to Josh, I realized this was going to be one of the most erotic sights I would ever see. I could not wait. My pussy was already dripping wet. I leaned back, ready to watch this show. My dad had kicked off his shoes, and removed his shirt. He was now lying in bed next to Josh wearing only his pants.Josh was completely naked.I could tell both of them were very hard. My dad leaned down and kissed Josh onthe lips, gentle at first, but then with a little more force. Soon my father was making out with Josh. My father began to touch Josh. First just his chest, but then his hands started to wonder. His hands moved down Josh's sides, then his hips, then his legs. Josh also began to touch my dad's chest. He ran his hands over his impressive pecks and along his abs. I never realized my dad keptin such good shape. Seeing him here, without his shirt for the first time in a long time, he actually looked kinda sexy. Josh and my dad continued to make out, touching each others bodies. I was doing some touching of my own. I had spread my legsonto each arm of the chair I was sitting in, and was slowly touching my cunt lips as i watched, getting more turned on by the second. After a few minutes, my dad stopped kissing Josh's mouth, and started moving downward. He kissed Josh's neck, biting on it lightly, and then kept going down. Soon he was kissing and licking Josh's nipples. Josh was panting heavily. I was surprised he was into this as much as he was. I guessed Josh had to have had some bi-sexual thoughts long before this day.Myfather did not stop at Josh's chest for long though.Quickly he continued down and before long was near Josh's crotch. He did not dive right in though, my dad kissed and licked all around Josh's pelvis, obviously savoring his first taste of his greatest fantasy. My dad then used his hand to lightly touch Josh's little penis. He stroked it a few times, then lifted it out of the way and began licking Josh's balls. Josh was moaning now as my dad sucked first one, then both of Josh's testicles into his mouth, sucking on them. My dad sucked Josh's balls for a few second,and then spit them back out. He then moved his mouth a few inches up andlicked Josh's dick from the base up to the tip. Josh moaned again and put his hands on the back of my dad's head. My father then took Josh's little cock into his mouth and looked up into the young boy's eyes as he began to suck it. My father sucked on the cock of his new little lover for a few minutes, Josh moaning the whole time. Eventually my dad stoppedand got out of bed. The pressure in his pants was obviously becoming too much. He undid his belt, then his pants. He then quickly pulled his pants andboxer shorts down and stepped out of them.My dad's cock sprang free, pointing up toward the ceiling. I was shocked. My dad had a nice long dick. It was very impressive looking. As my dad got back into the bed with Josh and went back to sucking his little penis. While he was sucking, my dad began stroking his own penis. As he sucked, my dad began lifting Josh's legs up. Once Josh's legs were up off the bed, my dad let go of his dick and began licking his balls again. He then directed his licking lower, and into Josh's crack. Soon my dad was licking around Josh's butt hole. He licked it a few times, and then stuck his tongue into his little hole. My father was tongue fucking our little lover, while Josh was moaning very loudly now. This scene was so erotic; I had two fingers slowly sliding in and out of my wet pussy. In a few minutes my dad let go of Josh and got out of the bed again. He started to leave the room, and obviously noticed me for the first time. I think he forgot I was even in the room. He looked at me, with my fingers buried deep inside my pussy. He smiled at me and said that he would be right back. Then my father left the room. I wondered where he was going, but took the chance to talk to Josh. "Are you ok?" I asked him. Then I added "Are you having fun?" "I'm great!" answered Josh. "This is so much fun!" he added. I giggled a little. I was glad Josh was enjoying this as much asme, and obviously my dad, were. My dad returned quickly with a jar of Vaseline in his hand. He knelt on the bed and had Josh roll over. I knew exactly what my dad had in mind. I wondered if Josh did too. I hoped he was ready for it, but from his excited comments moments ago, and the way he seemed to be enjoying himself,I was sure he knew what was coming, and wanted it just as badly. My father helped Josh get onto all fours and point his cute little butt upward. My dad first took a few good licks of Josh's ass hole in this position. Then he opened the jar. He stuck his forefinger in and got it nice and gooey. He then began rubbing Josh's butt hole with it. After Josh was adequately messy, my father got more Vaseline on his finger and began to slowly stick it into Josh's butt. Josh moaned as my dad's finger entered him. My dad went slowly at first,letting Josh get used to the feeling. For his part, Josh seemed to love it. He began moving his butt backward every time my father would withdraw his finger a little, trying tokeep the digit in his butt longer. He seemed to be loving the feeling of my dad finger fucking him. "Are you ok thereSport?" my dad asked Josh. "Yes,"Josh moaned as a reply, looking back at my dad. "You ready to try some more?"my father asked. "Yes, I want it all," Josh replied. That was obviously all the encouragement my dad needed. He went back to the jar and spread Vaseline over his rock hard cock. He then got behind Josh, and positioned himself just right. I heard both males moan as my dad pushed forward, slowly entering Josh from behind. He continued to slowly push until my dad had about half of his long dick inside the young boy's butt. Then he began to fuck. My dad slowly moved in and out of Josh. Slowly fucking the little boy. Josh seemed to be loving the feeling, moaning with each thrust. Soon my dad began to pick up speed. He thrust into Josh's but faster and faster with each thrust. Soon they were fucking like animals. I could not hold back any longer, and was jamming my fingers into my pussy as fast as I could. All three of us were moaning very loudly. I could tell my dad was not going to last long. His moaning was getting harder and faster. With one final thrust my dad let out a yelp. He was cumming in Josh's butt. Josh let out a little scream as he took shot after shot of my dads hot cum deep in his backside. I also screamed as I had the best orgasm I had ever had while masturbating. My dad withdrew his cock from Josh and fell to the bed, lying next to him. None of us said a word or moved for several minutes. Finally my dad rolled over and sat up in bed. He looked at me, and smiled. "So Penny," he said, "what kind of car do you want?" After everything that had just happened, that was not this first thing I expected to hear from my dad. A little shocked I replied "I don't know, I was thinking a convertible" "Well a deal is a deal, and I think after what you gave me," my dad said and as Josh rolled over my dad leaned down and kissed him again, then finished "you deserve whatever car you want." After we all finally got up and moving, my father said Josh should probably have a shower to clean up before he went home. I was not surprised at all that my father got in the shower with him. I do not know what they did in the shower, but they were in there for a very long time. By the time the finally came down stairs I had been online for long enough to find the perfect little convertible for myself on the local dealer's website. Josh was dressed and it was time for him to get home. I gave him a long passionate kiss before he left, and so did my dad. My dad asked if he could come back the following night. Josh said he had baseball practice that night. "Good," I said, "Dad and have some shopping to do anyway." We all had a little laugh. As Josh left, he said he would come over the next time he could. A week laterIwas driving home from the mall in my convertible, the wind blowing in my hair. I pulled into the driveway and parked.I walked into the house and did not see my father anywhere. I knew he was home, so that could only mean one thing.By the time I made it to the top of the stairs I could already hear the moaning. When I opened the doorI saw my dad lying on his back. Josh had learned to suck cock a couple days before and was demonstrating his talents on my father. Without delay I climbed intothe bed and began doing the same to Josh's little penis. Things were a little weird between my father and me after that. We had both become very open about our sexuality, both walking the house naked most of the time. We told each other all of the stories about sex. I told him about me losing my virginity and about my first time with Josh. He told me about his exploits when he was younger, and told me about developing his interests in children. Mydad and I have not had sex. We have touched and played with each other a little bit while in bed with Josh, but I think the idea of fucking his daughter is a weird idea for my dad. I do not really understandthat, knowing that my dad does enjoy fucking younger children, butI respect it.Maybe I am too old for him. The idea of being with my dad does interest me though.Remember, I only wanted two things in life, and I gotone of them. I got my car. The other thing I wanted was a little but trickier though. I was always looking for new sexual experiences. For a while, having sex with Josh, and watching him with my dad, filled that fantasy perfectly. But as time went by, it became, somewhat, boring to me. Ialways enjoyed it, and would never pass it up, but after we had done it a few dozen times, it lost some of its magic. Maybe that is why I began thinking about having sex with my dad, but like I said, he was not interested in me that way. So I figured I needed some other way to get what I wanted. First I had to decide what I wanted. My dad had opened up his secret porn stash to me. I knew all about it anyway, so he did not see a point in hiding it any longer. I was home alone one day when I found out what I wanted next in life. I was searching through my dads picture collection, fingering my pussy, when I noticed something interesting. I had noticed before that there werea few pictures of girls mixed in with all the boypictures on my dad's computer, but I never really looked at them. I do not know what made me pay more attention that day, but asI was flipping through and landed on a girl picture something inside of me clicked. She was so cute, a little red headed girl, maybe about 10 or 11. She was completely naked. She was lying on a bed with a vibrator touching her young, hairless pussy. I came in that moment.There was not even much of a buildup. It was the weirdest,and one of the best, orgasms. Right then and there I knewwhat I wanted more than anything in life.... a young girl. And I knew just how to get it. The End Thank you for reading. Please be sure to send comments to me at [email protected] Thanks again, Scott.

Title: A Kindergarten Tale 2 Author: Shadey Grey ([email protected]) Story Codes: Mb(6), Cons, Oral, Anal, ped, pedo, preteen Synopsis: In the first part, Mr. J was forced to take one of the students from his kindergarten class, Toby, home when no parent could be found and ended up getting sexual. In part two, Mr. J must continue teaching his class while trying to figure out what to do with a sexually-awakened little student with a missing parent. Read more of my stories here: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Shadey_Grey Please feel free to email me any comments, critiques, suggestions, or ideas for future stories ([email protected]). I love talking with people who read my stories and always respond! The Story: With six-year old Toby drenched in the afterglow of his first dry cum, Mr. J put the tyke back to bed. And he didn't seem at all concerned when his teacher snuggled back up to him or even when he felt the adult cock wedge between his little ass cheeks. What had scared him before was now something happy. There was no doubt in his mind that this was a good thing, being like this. And, now that he knew what it felt like to have one's penis rubbed and sucked on, he understood why Mr. J did what he had done. So Toby fell back asleep quickly, no longer worried or fearful. Mr. J, however, had a lot to think about. For tonight alone, he was in serious personal danger from the police and Child Protection Services. The rap sheet was adding up. He had failed to report child negligance and abandonment, taken home a student (which could very well qualify as kidnapping), and had built up several counts of molestation and endangerment. And for all the so-called awful things that had happened to his victim, there was not a single tear. Toby slept well for a kid law enforcement would call a "rape survivor". For all of the apparently evil things Mr. J had done that night, he had a hard time feeling guilty about it. He got to have dinner with someone for the first time in months, shared the pleasure of a good book, and got intimate with someone who liked it back-- something that hadn't happened for years. Even as he laid in the dark thinking about all of it, the blessing of Toby's soft skin following the contours of his own body was so sweet. It was a dream come true, no matter how corny or cliched saying that sounded in his head. There was always the problem of Toby's father. Who knew where he was? And, would he understand Mr. J taking Toby home? Would that be the doorway that would start Mr. J's fall from grace? He hoped not. Even though it was a ridiculous thought, Mr. J secretly hoped that the father never came back. Practically speaking, that was perhaps the worst option, as he would be forced to hold onto Toby indefinitely and would eventually be found out. With all the stories of foster homes and the slim chances of adoption, how could he send Toby to a social worker? Wouldn't he just be better off staying with his teacher? Neither the ceiling nor the top of Toby's head offered any answers, no matter how much Mr. J stared at them. Without any idea where to go, he gave his little boy a squeeze and let sleep come. The alarm rang at 5:00 in the morning. And the world had changed little. The sun had not risen in the window and Mr. J's cock had not set to even half mast. For the first time in a few years, Mr. J did not want to move from his bed, mostly due to the naked thing cozied up against him. With a pang of regret, he turned off the alarm and sat up in bed. Toby, however, pushed his face deeper into the pillow to avoid any such idea as waking up. "Come on, bud. Time to get up." Mr. J pushed on the limp shoulder sticking out of the sheets. "Today is a school day." Bleary-eyed, Toby's head lifted up from the pillow and looked at the window before slumping back down. "Its still night time." "Yes, it is. And I have to be at school before the other students. Which means you have to come with me." "...no." "Yes." "...mmm..." "I have ways of waking you up, mister." Toby had no response for that, so Mr. J took advantage. Dragging the sheet off, Toby only groaned and rolled onto his stomach. Of course, this only gave his teacher ideas of varying hotness. He chose a nice middle ground. Licking his finger up good and wet, Mr. J leaned forward over his little ass and quickly dived a finger towards that hidden hole. By the time he reached his puckered bulls-eye, the spit had gotten cold. The tip of his finger just began to wedge in when Toby jumped and rolled over, hands going over his butt as he went. Two wide little eyes stared at his teacher. "Good morning," Mr. J said with a sly smile. Realizing it was just a joke, Toby relaxed. "Good morning," he said, a little defeated. "Up and at 'em, buddy. You said you wanted a shower, so hurry up. There is only enough hot water in this old house for one, so let's go." Toby followed his teacher mesmerized. Mr. J's cock was still hard and it was the first time he had actually gotten a chance to look at it. The shaft looked like a big thick snake to his eyes. It was all veiny, with a red, bulbous head. It came back to his abdomen, where Mr. J had a patch of hair that laid flat against his skin. And two balls dangled low in their sack. And, just like Toby's own, there wasn't any hair on the scrotum. He wondered if it felt good for Mr. J if someone did what he had done to Toby last night. The two climbed into a standing-only sort of shower with a glass door. It wasn't realy made for two people, but there was a bench spot in one corner. As the water kicked on and Mr. J adjusted the temperature for a mild warmth, Toby found his face only inches from the snake he had been watching all morning. Not sure what to do, Toby just tried to stay out of the way when Mr. J turned, so as not to get hit in the face with it. Eventually, he snuck around to the side where the bench was. But he never took his eyes off of that shaft. "You ok, buddy?" Toby's reverie broke. "Uhh... yeah." Mr. J smiled. "Good." So Mr. J started to wash himself while Toby watched and waited for his turn. Mostly, he continued to observe the cock that bounced lazily at eye-level. Absent-mindedly, he had begun to pull on his little jewels. It wasn't doing much for him, but Mr. J liked to steal glances at him experimenting with his own body. It was tempting to get back on him, give him another orgasm right in the shower. But they were supposed to be getting ready for school. Then again, it was a stalemate. Naked boy also meant that his cock wouldn't be calming down any time soon. And the way Toby was fixated on it, maybe it was time to see if Toby could reciprocate. "You can touch it if you want," Mr. J said, still shampooing his hair. He couldn't see Toby blush through his closed eyes. Mr. J didn't really expect anything, but he soon felt a little hand grasping his shaft. He almost went weak in the knees just out of surprise. When the soap and water had cleared from his eyes, Toby had his cock in one hand and was exploring it carefully with his other. Toby hefted his teacher's balls, feeling their weight and watching them hang when he let them go. He squeezed the head, bent it this way and that, catching it at every angle. Even that was enough to really turn Mr. J on. Toby was rewarded for his prodding with some twitches and a drop of precum. "Does it... go down like mine?" For emphasis, he looked down between his own legs and his cock which had all but retreated into this stomach, just a nub poking out. Here we go, Mr. J thought. "Eventually. It likes standing up around you though." Toby nodded sagely as he continued to manipulate it. Mr. J had to grab Toby by the shoulders and rotate them so he could sit on the bench. Leaving his legs open, Toby returned to explore more. "There are ways to make it calm down faster..." Toby looked up. "Like what?" "Well, we can rub it until it feels really good, like last night." Toby looked back down at it for a moment, as if thinking about it. Finally, he grabbed the shaft with both hands and began to clumsily jack it for his teacher. Little hands like his were so soft and felt so nice. Even Toby's inexperienced jerking felt better, but it would definitely take him some time to get it right. After a few minutes, he slowed down. He looked disappointed. "My arms are getting tired." "Well," Mr. J began, already unsure of himself. "Remember how I put your thing in my mouth?" Toby looked away, very uncertain. "You don't have to, buddy. If you want to try it, you can. I can make it go down myself." Mr. J replaced Toby's hands with his own, jacking his cock only inches from the boy's face. The little blue eyes were glued to the swollen head. It seemed so big. Could he put that in his mouth? Toby's mind flashed back to how good it felt when his teacher used his mouth. Mr. J did it. It was only fair that he do it too, right? Toby nodded to himself, watched his teacher's rhythm, and when the moment was right, he opened up and wrapped his lips around it. Mr. J gasped. Toby was full of surprises! The sweet, wet heat of Toby's mouth was instantly intoxicating. Instinctively, Mr. J grabbed the boy by the back of his head and pulled him forward a little. The rest of his cockhead popped in, filling most of his mouth alone. Already, Toby was gagging a little, but even that was erotic in its own right. Mr. J began to pound on his cock, keeping Toby firmly on his head. Little Toby was watching the hand slide back and forth, each time almost tapping his nose as it went. Just past the shaft, Toby could see Mr. J's balls draped down his leg and on the bench. Without even thinking, he grabbed them up and fondled them again. Mr. J seemed to like that. Slowly but surely, Toby was getting the hang of having such a big thing in his mouth. He stopped gagging. And he even noticed that Mr. J moaned more when he used his tongue or tried to suck really hard. Doing both was hard, so he switched back and forth, teasing the big cockhead and exploring the slit with his tongue. "Take it out," Mr. J growled all of a sudden. Toby let the obscenely large dick pop out of his mouth, a trail of precum draped between his botton lip and the shaking cock in front of him. "Why?" "Uhh... Because I'm going to make that stuff again, like last night..." Mr. J beefed up his jerking until he was moving up and down his shaft like a piston. Even though Toby was off of his cock, just starting into those big blue eyes looking back up at him was hot enough. Mr. J's hips lurched upwards and a volley of cum shot into the air. Toby reacted too slowly to dodge it, with a glob landing in his hair and on his chest before his teacher's cum started to dribble off of the top. Mr. J leaned back against the wall of the shower, panting. His hand slid off of his cock. Watching naked, wet Toby examine the glob on his stomach was an excellent finishing image. "What is it?" Toby asked, looking down at it clinging to him. Mr. J leaned forward and swiped a finger in it before bringing it up to his face. "This is called cum. Boys make it when they have an orgasm. Sometimes, we just call it 'cumming'." Toby looked at it, then down at his feet. Instantly, Mr. J realized what his confusion was. "Don't worry, Toby. You came last night like I just did. But it doesn't start coming out until you are a little older. Like around twelve years old." "It is weird..." Mr. J chuckled. "A little. That's why I had to stop sucking on it, even though I liked it when you did." "Is it bad to get it in your mouth?" "Not at all. Some people don't like the taste and I didn't want to surprise you." Toby nodded. "Thank you for making me feel so good, Toby. You did a good job." The kid grinned a toothy grin, like only kindergarteners do. It was one of the reasons Mr. J did his job. Those silly smiles. So full of pride and unbridled happiness. "We better get going though! Here we are making more mess when we are supposed to be cleaning up." Mr. J washed himself again and then quickly cleaned up his charge, taking special care to hand wash Toby's little penis. He looked a little disappointed when Mr. J didn't stay to toy around with it more. But keeping Toby on his toes was always worth it, so Mr. J did take an extra moment to give the boy's little butt some extra love, even stroking his hole a few times. If this was all going to continue, Mr. J had every intention of teaching the boy something about the pleasures that came from his backside too. After a quick towel off, Mr. J made it a race to get ready, driving both of them into a speed match for finding their clothes and getting dressed. Toby ended up half dressed in yesterday's clothes, since Mr. J didn't have extra everything at home. Usually, he didn't have to solve the "accident problem" at home. And, at one point in his life, he recalled thinking that taking your students home was a bad idea. Breakfast was made of toaster pastries and peanut-butter toast. It would have been nice to sit down to breakfast like usual, but time was of the essence. Mr. J practically ran out the door without his shoes. Toby had the good sense to grab them and chase his teacher down, swinging the loafers in the air like an air traffic man. And with the day ready to be met, tires met road for another day. Not many cars were on the road that early. It was the very beginning of what would become rush hour. Half-asleep, Toby stared out the window at the passing pairs of headlights that gave only a hint of what shape the car might be. Mr. J needed to say something. He needed to give a stereotypical molester speech that he had never imagined himself uttering out loud. "Hey Toby?" "Yeah?" "About last night and this morning..." "What?" "It is a secret. You can't tell anyone about it, ok?" Toby looked up, a little sad. "Why? Will we get in trouble?" If you only knew. "There are a lot of reasons. What we did was private, which means we it is just for us, not for anyone else. Nobody needs to know. You won't get in trouble for it, but I can." "Why's that?" "Well, two reasons for that. First is because I'm your teacher. So they think I might give you special treatment. Second is because a lot of people think it is mean for grown-ups to play like that with anyone your age." "I don't think it is mean." "Neither do I, buddy." Mr. J patted Toby's bare leg. "Neither do I. But folks like policemen do. You know how you can trust policemen, right?" "Yeah." "Well, that is usually true. But sometimes, policemen don't like it when you do things you may like to do. Or they think you got tricked into doing it and you don't really want to." Mr. J realized how bogged down he was getting with all of this. "Don't worry about it. But just keep it between us or bad things could happen, ok?" "Ok." "Promise?" "Promise." Mr. J felt like a sleaze saying all that, but he couldn't have Toby telling the class all about orgasms and cum. That would be the end of... well, everything. They drove the rest of the way in silence. Day two began without a hitch. Mr. J's morning class was well-behaved, mostly populated by kids from the pre-school. To try and make adjustment easier, the school kept the kids united for Kindergarten where possible. Toby was introduced as a guest from the other class and let be for the time being. The afternoon class soon replaced Mr. J's morning group. Just as yesterday, Toby remained shy and quiet in class. It was a little disheartening to see him shrink back down in the midst of his peers, but there was no need to push him too hard. It was clear some lessons had been learned since yesterday's class. No one was pushed around, no insults or yelling. Even the class clowns had managed to keep their clowning to joking about inanimate objects. Mr. J was happy to reward all of the good behavior, mentioning it multiple times through the day and even handing out a few prizes for improvement. Even trouble-maker Dustin seemed a bit more upbeat with the realization that things were better. Mr. J kept a careful eye on one particular table: Laura and Toby. Laura was the other tough-nut. She had a heart of gold just waiting to break out. On Toby's worst day, she tried to lift him up a little, even breaking her shyness to do it. The two of them were starting to really get along. Occasionally, one would smile and the other would smile back. Keeping his head out of the gutter was, of course, a challenge. Watching Toby and Laura smile and talk a bit brought up dirty images of two six-year old lovers behind the swings. This didn't happen in previous years. But then again, in previous years, Mr. J was not sleeping with his prepubescent students. And though he had not really thought terribly hard about the idea of a little girl, the idea had crept in. Toby was a complexity on his own, though. And the idea of Toby falling in love with anyone but his teacher was a little scary too. The monitors came for the kids to go to recess. Bins were gathered and toys prepared before beginning the march around the building to the playground. As Mr. J waved good-bye, he found someone hanging behind to see him. "Can I stay in?" "Of course you can, buddy." Mr. J had been hoping he would. As the last of the kids disappeared out the door in their line, Mr. J pulled his chair away from his desk to face his favorite student. "So how is class today? Better?" "Yeah. Better." "Good. How do you like your new table-mate? Laura is pretty nice, isn't she?" Toby nodded. "She asked me if I could come over to play after school. Can I?" Mr. J froze for a second. How could this work out? They hadn't tried to find Toby's dad yet. And he didn't want Laura's parents to find out who was getting Toby to and from school. Neither of them could afford to have word spread of all of this. "Well, I don't know, buddy. That's the sort of thing your dad needs to be ok with. We are going to have to try and find out if he is back from wherever he went." Toby did not want to hear that. Hopeful turned to depressed real quick. "Ohh..." "Toby..." Mr. J paused, uncertain of what to say. "Is there something you are not telling me?" "No..." Was this going anywhere? "Toby, are you telling me the truth? Lying is not nice." Toby didn't respond. He just got more solemn. So Mr. J took a chance. "You don't want to find your dad, do you?" Toby looked up, tears starting to well. Without hesitation, Mr. J swooped up the sniffling thing, cradling him on his lap. "It is ok... It is ok..." Mr. J repeated, rocking back and forth as sniffling turned to crying. Toby pushed his face into Mr. J's chest and wailed, unable to hold it in anymore. Mr. J considered the nut cracked. "He left..." Toby muttered. "He said he would come get me." Toby could barely speak through the crying. "He left without me..." "Shh..." Mr. J whispered into his ear, holding him tight and stroking his hair. All of a sudden, Toby pushed off of Mr. J, sitting on his lap and facing him with a deadly serious face. "Can you be my dad?" The weight of that question was almost unbearable. Mr. J wanted to just say yes, kiss him and take him home, never let him go. But would that even be possible? They would have to search for the father to give permission, Toby would have to go into a foster home, there would be all sorts of investigations and paperwork. And all the while, little Toby would be wondering why he couldn't just go home with his teacher like he did before. He would sit alone and cry, wondering why Mr. J had let him go. Mr. J cupped each cheek of Toby's face, gently pulling the tears away from his face with his thumbs. "Toby, I would love to be your dad. But I don't know if we can do that. I will see what can be done, ok?" It didn't satisfy the boy, but it was better than saying no. Toby cuddled into his teacher's body while he finished sobbing. And, when he looked up, Mr. J gave him a kiss on the cheek. His cheeks were too red from crying to blush, but they would have if the situation had been different. "Toby, I want you to know this: I love you. And I will do what I can, ok?" Toby nodded. "Good. Your classmates will be back soon. Can you get back to work or do you want to go to the nurse's?" "I'm ok." Toby rubbed his eyes and took a few breaths. What a trooper, Mr. J thought. And off he sent Toby back to his table just as the monitors brought a gaggle of vibrant, bouncing kids back from recess. Toby stared at the ceiling, kicking his feet off of the edge of Mr. J's desk. For two hours, he had watched his teacher make endless phone calls, pacing across the length of the room. He was trying to get in touch with an old college friend in social services who might give him some advice. It took some doing, but he finally made the right connection. "Jennifer, thank god you still work there," Mr. J said. "What is the emergency? I got eight voicemails forwarded from you. Nice to hear from you too, by the way." "Same. Look, I have a theoretical problem I need your advice on." "Theoretical?" Jenn sighed. "What have you gotten yourself into?" "Nothing, of course. It is theoretical." "Fine. Play it your way. What is your emergency theoretical problem?" "What if one of my students was abandoned at the school?" "Turn the kid into us. Easy." "Ok, well, say I tried to drop the kid off at home against regulations, but no one was there and it was late, so I took him home with me?" "Still turn the kid in. And hope it doesn't get back to your boss." "And then say he got a little attached and asked me to be his father?" "And what did you say?" "Oh... You know...theoretically, of course, that I would love to." "Jesus Christ, J. Please dear God tell me you didn't." "In the uhh... situation, yes." Mr. J sighed. "The worst part is, I really do want to." The phone sat silent. "Jenn...?" "The system works, J. It really does. I wish you would put a little more faith in it." "I know it does, but theoretical boy is very fragile and probably wouldn't survive. You know what it was like. You are there every day. So tell me. If I was in this situation, what should I do?" "Live happily ever after?" "How about in real life?" "What about real life, J? This is theory land." "Please, Jenn." "Ok. If you wanted to adopt the kid, he would have to be in the system. Which means you have to say good-bye to him for a while. He would have to be put in foster care or a group home while CPS checks you out and they would have to give a waiting period to find the father before revoking custody. And even then, if they find any relatives, they get priority." Mr. J glanced over at Toby, blissfully ignorant of the conversation. If Toby asked him, then it was clear who needed to take him. Not some grandmother that could barely get out of bed. Not some poor aunt with too many mouths to feed. Him. "There is no way to make it faster?" "Nope." "I'll give you whatever you want." "Excuse me?" "How about ten thousand?" "Whoa, dude. Are you bribing me?" "Call it what you want. Just help me." Jenn paused. "I cannot believe this is happening." "Neither can I, Jenn. Neither can I." "I could lose everything." "Yeah, well, he already has. I'm all there is for this kid, so please, Jenn. Do what you can. Just let him stay with me." Jenn disappeared for a moment, then picked the phone back up. "I'll see what I can do. Just lay low." "Jenn..." "Do not thank me." The disconnect tone buzzed in his ear. "Are you my dad now?" Toby asked as Mr. J put down the phone. "Not yet. But maybe soon." Mr. J again called the number for Toby's father. And they returned to the trailer his father used to live in. Nothing. The hope for an easy solution was quickly falling apart. Adding bribing government officials almost seemed natural at this point. None of the rules seemed to carry the same weight they used to. Of course, Toby didn't understand any of these rules, so the immediate consequences seemed negligable. In the midst such a dramatic affair, Toby was mostly calm. Outside of the initial crying session, it seemed as though Toby was more affected by not being able to have his play date with Laura than he was about his father disappearing. It was such a simple thing, but Mr. J really wanted to find a way to provide it for the kid. Having friends at all seemed to be a new experience for him. And, had it been any other moment in his life, he could have been happily playing at that moment. Instead, he was being pulled through a department store, trying to find clothes without hanging around too long. Mr. J would grab up a couple of packages of underoos, sometimes check a tab on the boy and then grab some clothes with matching sizes. He did not want to hang around too long because being seen anywhere with a boy who might soon be listed as missing was begging for an arrest. And cashiers often were reporters. While it would definitely be fun to have him try on all of the outfits, there was little time. Perhaps he was a little too paranoid, but taking chances didn't seem wise. So they cashed out, Mr. J appearing more than a little nervous and returned home. Toby was picking up on his teacher's nerves on the ride home. It wasn't until they walked through the doors that Mr. J let out a sigh of relief and gave Toby the friendly smile that made him so comfortable in the first place. "Sorry about all that running around, Toby." "Its ok." "No, its not. But with all of these new clothes, you should be set for a while. And hopefully, we will hear from my friend Jenn soon. In the meantime, it is just going to be you and me for a while." "What about Laura?" Mr. J sighed. "Well, I will see what I can do. But I'm not making any promises." Mr. J and Toby split up. Toby was sent upstairs with his bags to sort the new clothes he had received in the bedroom while Mr. J worked on dinner. Despite the pressures of their situation, having a good meal improved both of their moods. Toby didn't finish everything, but neither did Mr. J. So left-overs were assembled, the dishes were cleaned, and the sun began to set. Mr. J had taken to thanking Toby for things with a kiss on the cheek or a pat on the bottom. Giving him either of these things made the boy giggle or blush. Either way, it was a sure-fire way to elicit a smile. And very few things were more rewarding than Toby smiling. It gave him a reason to do things around the house, a reason to even be in his house. It was already becoming hard to imagine what living without a little boy would be like. Instead of maintaining the pretenses of innocence that he had the night previous, Mr. J and Toby retreated to the bedroom much earlier in the evening. Even as they climbed the stairs, Mr. J was breaking the buttons on his shirt and releasing his belt buckle. By the time they had reached the room itself, Mr. J was kicking off his pants. Toby had not followed suit, but wasn't phased by the nearly-nude man with him. This was now territory he was quite familiar with. The two of them climbed into bed and snuggled up. It was only six in the evening. Sleep wouldn't be for hours. But Toby had requested more of The Hobbit and, as a teacher, Mr. J was happy to oblige a child's request to be read to. Toby had settled himself between his teacher's legs with the book right in front of him. Giving the boy control over the book gave Mr. J the free hands to hug and massage. Leaning forward, Mr. J began to read softly into Toby's ear. The stories of Middle Earth built from the sweet sound of Mr. J's voice. Toby listed with rapt attention, only occasionally interjecting with a question or comment. And when he did, he was rewarded with a kiss that made little shivers down his spine. Hugging slowly progressed to massaging, including a pause to remove the tee-shirt from some older school class. Hands roamed over his milky skin, rubbing and squeezing bony little shoulders. They traveled, moving down the line of his spine and outwards, easing any tense muscles from a stressful day. There was no doubt that Toby appreciated it as his muscles relaxed almost immediately. Even touching Toby's torso was enough to get Mr. J started. It was no surprise to Toby when he felt the warmth of a cock touching his lower back. Toby's focus was on the roaming hands of his teacher though, which had moved onto his chest. Both of them still held some focus on the book, but Toby was starting to get aroused and Mr. J was already more absorbed in the little body between his legs than in Bilbo. It was only a matter of time until Mr. J's hands reached the waist line. Open-palmed, he ran down Toby's legs and back, returning to put a little pressure on the bound-up little package hidden underneath. It was pretty hard to find a six-year old's erection through two layers of cloth, but the way Toby's hips rose to meet those touches, there wasn't much question of his arousal. Mr. J was way ahead of his charge. The small of Toby's back was already getting slicked with precum, getting lovely feelings off of his skin and heat. The book was getting harder to read, both because of his focus on Toby and Toby's response to his new stimuli. As the book fell flat on the bed, Mr. J gave up on it, turning his mouth towards an exposed bit of neck. Licking, kissing, and nibbling that sensitive place right under his ear, Mr. J drove him to squirms and erotic giggles. Toby barely noticed that the snap to his shorts had popped open and a hand had slithered inside. Moments later, Toby's shorts and underoos had been stripped away and Mr. J had snatched up the baby boy cock that had waited for him, already erect. As he started to pull the boy's pud, he changed his mind. There was something he really wanted from Toby that any kid could enjoy. "Alright, buddy, I need to get you back in my mouth." So Mr. J let go long enough to reposition. Mr. J laid back on the bed and had Toby get on all fours, facing his cock. As the boy began to crawl forward to go for the cock in front of him, Mr. J grabbed him and pulled him back by his hips, dangling a bouncing, almost two inch stiffy in front of his face. Toby looked down between his legs, spotting the evil grin on his teacher's face. "Mine," Mr. J growled like an cartoon villian as he drove the boy's hips down. Toby laughed, but it quickly changed into a gasping moan. Mr. J gobbled up all of him at once, pushing the erect cocklet into a curling tongue. Wrapping the tiny shaft like a sweet taco in his tongue, Mr. J grabbed the boy's ass cheeks and began to make Toby fuck his face. At first, Toby just rode the waves Mr. J provided. But when he eased up, Toby took over. His pelvis spasmed with pleasure, totally unaccostumed to fucking anything. The wet, air-tight hole drove him senseless. Too excited to hold himself up, Toby gave up on all fours quickly, slumping his face down into his teacher's taut abs and pumping with all his might. As delicious as it was to have that cocklet wrapped in his tongue, Mr. J had loftier ambitions as well. His hands had stayed on the boy's bouncing bubble butt the entire time, even though he wasn't pushing anything. Instead, he had been spreading those cheeks, rubbing the tiny entrance that hid between them. Maybe fucking Toby was out of the question at the moment, but that didn't mean other sorts of things couldn't be done. Toby didn't even notice. He was like a puppy, too excited to think. Toby's voice squeaked and his tongue lolled out on the hairy stomach he laid on. His hips and legs were going as fast as they could, contained only by the strong hands on his ass. It was so different, being in control, being on top. He was loving it. And it was quickly taking Toby to that place, that amazing place Mr. J had taken him last night. Shivering and thrusting, little Toby's legs gave out, nearly smothering his teacher. Even then, his hips pushed and pulled. Toby wailed into Mr. J's stomach as he smashed the tiny head of his dick into the waiting tongue, trying to push out something his body could not yet make. Mr. J languished in that beautiful, shuddering shaft. His tongue gently stroked from tip to the back of his little sack. Collapsed and still breathing like he was running a mile a minute, Toby's head turned to his trapped teacher. Toby built up enough strength to pull himself forward, dragging his soft boy parts out and letting them make a wet slapping noise against the top of Mr. J's chest. Mr. J was treated to a view he had been waiting for. Little boy ass, right in front of his face. He had heard a theory about little boys and sex once. Men had a hard time doing multiple orgasms. But it was rumored that little boys could keep going. And, while he wanted to give Toby that specific pleasure, that was just a warm-up for something else he wanted to try on his willing partner. Mr. J licked his lips as his hands massaged his student's cheeks, pushing them together, then apart to see what his fingertip had been exploring so long. A perfect, pink star puffy from being played with. "I'm not done with you yet, buddy," Mr. J announced, back in his villian's voice. Toby glanced back, still in the midst of his afterglow. His eyes widened as he saw where his teacher was going next. Mr. J's tongue found the back of his tightly-packed balls and came straight up and hit the bulls-eye that nature had so kindly provided. Toby began to squirm, trying to pull forward from the prodding at his rear, but only found a twitching man-cock staring him down. The heat and the circling around his pucker was starting to get to him. It wasn't the same at all, a different kind of magic he felt. The tingling feelings in his stomach were lower, heavier almost. Whimpers and groans replaced the bit of fear he had felt. Weird as it was, it felt nice. Ahead of him, a certain other cock was looking for a warm hole. Glistening in the lamplight, it poked his red cheek, then his button nose. As the worming tongue played tricks on Toby's behind, the boy understood what was expected. Little lips cracked open just in time for the third attempt, letting the whole head in at once. Mr. J's moan vibrated in his ass. Mr. J was all the more driven with Toby's embracing the situation. As he pushed his hips up a bit to get more cock into that little space, Mr. J was going for broke on a different space. Toby's anus was soft and pliable, giving into each stroke and prod. So his tongue swirled inwards, finally driving the tip in. Toby's butt clamped down instantly, holding on tight to his teacher's tongue. Toby had begun to pull off his cock, but Mr. J thrusted his hips forward, letting his cock muffle any reaction. Slowly, yet surely, Toby relaxed again. And as he did, Mr. J's tongue managed to enter him. Mr. J's lips planted around the entrance and he began to worm around inside. The smell of boy musk assailed him as he drove as deep as his tongue could reach. Mr. J didn't need to hear if Toby was enjoying it or not. The prodding of a little erection was sign enough. Toby was getting better at handling cock. Two little hands held the shaft tightly, working the lower half while his mouth was sealed around the head, using all the tongue he could on the underside. Saliva and precum dripped down the shaft, providing all of the lubricant needed for the boy's jacking to feel smooth. What little bobbing the six year old could do comfortably, he did with gusto. Toby's rear end was lifted up a little, propping him back up on his knees. He held precariously. Without pretense, Mr. J snatched up the restored cocklet, jacking away with two fingers. He practically had to hold the boy up he shook so much. Toby's little body twitched and spasmed in confusion, trying to decide whether to push onto his teacher's mouth or hand. Unable to decide, his hips tried to do both, erratically shoving forwards, then backwards at any change in pace or sensation. Mr. J's cock was pulsing in his mouth, almost pouring precum. So the boy kept swallowing, drinking it down to stop himself from having to come off. And Mr. J's cock seemed all the more excited by the natural motions of the boy's mouth when he did, thrusting up towards the back of his throat. Even sucking cock, which was weird and tiring this morning, seemed easier when Mr. J was doing something to him first. Though his face and arms burned, his whole body felt energized. In his behind, that tongue began to move faster. And the fingers on his dick jerked harder. And Toby's vision was mixing with touch and sound into something else altogether. His body jerked and a flash of hot electricity shot out from his jumping dick and eager ass. His weak little legs gave out again and convulsed in pleasure, unable to control it. Between Toby's second orgasm, the ass before him, the baby ram rod in his hand, and the mouth sealed on his dick, Mr. J could not take any more. Moaning loudly into Toby's opened ass, Mr. J thrusted his cock forward, unable to stop himself or warn the orgasming boy. Just as Toby tried to swallow more precum, the cock leapt forward in his mouth, shoving itself tightly into the boy's throat. Mr. J's moan escalated to a yell as Toby's throat milked the first volley of cum. Toby yanked his head off immediately, gasping for air as the second, third, and fourth shots splattered across his face and neck. Mr. J's tongue slipped free and he let go of an instantly soft boyhood. Toby remained laying across his teacher, one hand still hanging on the dripping man cock. The two of them remained motionless for minutes, coming off of the most powerful orgasms either one of them had ever had. Both of them were shining with sweat, hair standing in various directions. But, most importantly, laying in that bed, both had a contented smile. After a time, Toby was turned around (with little assistance from the puppy-dog-tired boy) and brought up to see his grown-up lover. Laying Toby on his stomach, Mr. J brought their faces mere inches from each other. It was an image Mr. J would cherish for the rest of his life: a six-year old boy, dazed in afterglow, with his lips parted in a little smile and his big eyes looking up to him, and with Mr. J's cum dripping down the side of his face. "Toby," Mr. J said. "You are the most amazing boy I have ever met in my entire life." The post-coital smile became one of pride for Toby. "May I do one more thing with you, Toby?" he asked, wiping some of his sperm from Toby's cheek. Toby sighed heavily, letting most of his body go limp. "...more?" Mr. J chucked, letting one hand slide down the boy's back and linger on his ass. "No more of that for tonight. I think we are both done for now." "Then what?" "Let me show you." Mr. J cupped the boy's face and planted his lips on Toby's. Toby sucked air, but quickly wrapped his arms around Mr. J's neck and joined in. Toby even opened his mouth a little, following his teacher's lips and letting that same tongue that brought him to two orgasms give him another kind of comfort. Toby's feet squirmed against the adult thighs they rested on, his version of wagging a puppy-dog tail. After a moment, Mr. J broke away, smiling. Toby was grinning bigger than Mr. J had ever seen. "What did you think of that?" he asked. Toby giggled a little, looking away. "Fun." "How much fun?" "A lot." "Which parts?" "Mmm... This part!" Toby shoved his lips down on Mr. J's again, making exaggerated french kissing sounds. Mr. J laughed through the facial tongue bath he was getting. One assault deserved another. So, without hesitation, Mr. J grabbed Toby's sides and tickled away. A squeaul shot forth and Toby exploded into a pile of flailing arms and laughing boy. And so they spent the rest of the night wrestling, kissing, joking, and playing until little Toby could keep awake no longer. The lamp was turned off, the covers opened up, and two happy boys spooned in a quiet bedroom. Mr. J clutched the child to him, wondering whether or not he could actually keep this amazing thing that fell into his lap. For the first time since this began, he decided not to think about what bad things could happen if it didn't work out. Instead, he kissed the crown of Toby's head and whispered, "Goodnight, buddy." And Toby whispered back, "Goodnight, dad." FIN I'm glad I took the time to write this. 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Title: Blow That Whistle Author: Shadey Grey Story Codes: Mb, cons, mast, oral, pedo, ped, preteen Synopsis: Warren (28) has just finished restoring one of the earliest diesel trains in history. His last task is to drive it across the country to the museum. But when the owner of the railroad asks him to take his son, Ben (6) along for the ride as his relief crew (dressed in period clothes and all!), Warren can't help but ask how he will be able to resist making some fantasies of his own come true on the rails *****Please feel free to email me! Let me know what you think: [email protected] *****You can find more of my stories here: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Shadey_Grey/ The depressingly familiar controls worked smoothly under my blackened hands. Before me, the series of levers and gauges responded appropriately, test after test. The roar of the engine was a consistent drum of thunder. The floor of the cabin rumbled under the force of the horsepower created with every piston's pulse. Each breath was a potent mixture of diesel fumes, machine oil, and muggy air that could choke a lesser man. I had spent the last four months sucking it all in. Hopefully, this was the end of it. Check after check cleared as I reclined in the old rocking chair I had hauled up into the cabin. The long list of tests had been run at least once a week, with each new week finding new gremlins in old Gurta. At some point, each and every test had been cleared, then uncleared, then recleared at least once. I almost couldn't believe that nothing else had reared its head at the last second. I shut down the man eater, marked the forms on my clipboard, and promptly decided that fresh air was worth the effort of standing up. Climbing down the steps, I took a few steps back to look at Gurta, the Man Eater, as the maintenance crews had taken to calling her. She was an early era diesel engine, one of the first to travel across the United States and one of the first to pull passenger trains. Unfortunately for the railways, Gurta (and the two others like it that were actually constructed) were some of the least reliable locomotives in U.S. History. As soon as it was possible to replace them, new models were on the rails and Gurta-- along with her sisters-- were relegated to sidetracks permanently. Recently, it had been decided that she was to take one last historic voyage to be put in a train museum. Of course, that meant quite the maintenance cycle to get it moving after about 70 years of inactivity. All of the other technicians and engineers had given up on Gurta, faced with problems they couldn't handle. So we called her the Man Eater, since she was chewing up the crews and spitting them back out, unsuccessful. But with two days to go before her scheduled trip, I had her cleared. Warren, kid, where are we at? Vince shouted as he hurried around the corner and into the bunkhouse. Vince ran the crews and was the salty old dog of the railroad world. He and his boys worked on everything throughout the years, from steam engines to bullet trains. The man knew his way around almost anything and almost everyone. It was because of him that I had gotten a job anywhere. It was reassuring to be called back for once. Take a look for yourself, I replied, heaving my clipboard across the concrete as I headed back to my bench to take up a rag for my hands. Vince swept it up. Don't tell me it won't hold... Well, shit, kid. I never thought I'd see the day this old beast would pass. Thank God it did, I groaned. If I had to climb back into the guts of that thing again, I'd just rip it apart piece by piece. I knew you had it in you, Vince said, joining me at the bench. You got a way with the oldies, Warren. Nobody as young as you should be this good with antiques. I can't see for the life of me why you are trying to walk on me. I sighed. You know I never got into this to fix up antiques. So, back to trying to get into the bullets? Something like that. I tossed the rag on the bench, disappointed with the whole thing. I had been relegated to restoration projects despite all of the study I did on high-speed trains. It was the only place I could get work. Vince always got me on projects, but all the experience seemed to kill the opportunities for working on the high-tech trains. It just wasn't in my resume anymore. Well, I have one last commission for you while you keep up the search... No more commissions, Vince! It is only a few days, max, and you are the only one I can trust to take it on, Vince said, a certain pleading tone in his voice. My resolve was falling apart. Vince was too good a friend and I was too much of a pushover. What is it? Driving her to her dusty grave. Really? Send someone else. I'm sick of this thing. Gurta has the longest maintenance history I've ever seen. I need someone driving her that can fix her, or at least be able to figure out what the problem is. Vince scratched at his beard. Besides, if you say she checks out, then you know it is only a two day trip, right? Asshole, I wanted to call him. Vince had earned too much of my respect to deck for the transgression, but it didn't stop me from being pissed off. He was covering the shop's ass-- his ass. So that's how it is? I asked finally. Yep. I need the best on this and you are it, kid. I'll send you the details later. Take tomorrow off and be back in by 5:30 the next day. I shook my head. But departure isn't until 10... 5:30, Warren. See you then, Vince said as he walked out. I spent my free day in my empty apartment, wondering what to expect from the trip ahead. In what world did the engineer for a locomotive just serviced need to be in so many hours early? Hell, in what world did the service tech get chosen to operate the machine? On the one hand, Vince's logic wasn't wrong. But on another, it didn't seem to fit at all. I would find out, I was sure, the next day. In the meantime, I tried to relax. Instead, I ended up just staring at walls, thinking about getting my life back on track. When I was little, my parents took a trip to Europe. And when the chose to ride the TGV to Paris, I knew. When it took off, I was convinced that I would work on trains. Not only that, I would work on the fastest trains I could find. Of course, nothing works out as planned. I attained a masters degree in engineering and all the certifications to operate and maintain all of the high tech stuff, magnetic and electric, bullet trains all. But there isn't much like that in America. And the few that there are weren't hiring. So I took a paid internship for kicks working on old diesel and steam engine restoration with Vince. It turned into the only job offer I could find. So I was trapped. But new projects up north in Canada seemed promising. All there was in my mind was the future of rail transport, be it freight or passenger. But this old shit had to go. Everyone was right at the shop. At 27, I was just too young to be farting around with junk like that. You're late, Vince growled as I strolled in before the sun could be bothered to find the horizon. My watch read 5:37 AM. Final checks aren't for four hours, so who cares? I groaned. I barely even managed to shower. Boy, you better clean yourself the hell up. The boss is going to be here in an hour and you need to have your final check done in 53 minutes. And, after that, you need to be cleaned up and in your outfit by 7:00. Ceremony begin at 9:00 and you are on show for questions. And the owner wants to meet you. Vince didn't even bother to look me in the eyes as he turned my next few days into a personal hell. What is all of this shit? The owner of the railroad decided to make it a PR event. And since they are paying for everything, they can do everything they damn well please. And you don't have to like it, kid. Vince sighed. Just go do your checks and roll it around to track C. Match it with the stage. I was livid. Had I known all of this would have been a part of getting Gurta out of the shop, I would have turned it down. I wasn't a god damned show pony. This isn't what I signed up for, Vince. And what outfit? Deal with it. Costume's hanging by your locker. He chuckled a little bit. Just play the part. Trust me. Its worth your while. What does that mean? Nothing if you don't go do it. Yes, sir, I muttered. Gurta checked out. I started to pull out my various possessions from the cabin, from posters to manuals. Leaving everything at my bench, I went back to pull out the rocking chair. The more I looked at it, though, the more I decided to leave it. If I had to suffer the ridiculous ceremony of the morning, I was going to keep my chair as an idiot tax. I secured my duffel bag inside the cabin and safetied my chair before warming up the motor. Within forty minutes, I had her coupled up with the first two passenger cars Gurta's sister ever pulled and lined the engine up with a set of decking with old-style patriotic drapes around them. There was a podium and some chairs set up, along with a small block of seating just on the other side for guests. The yard had been cleaned up yesterday, with most of the cars and engines hidden away in bunkhouses or down the track. Tool kits and assembled replacement pieces were locked up in the warehouse. It was like we were a proper train yard for once. Leaving the bestial metal woman to her peaceful moments before the party, I hurried off to the break rooms for the mechanics. It was empty, save me, of course. Everyone else had the day off, since no work was getting done with the pomp and circumstance. As I strolled over to the hangers, I groaned. You have got to be kidding me. The clothes selected for me were vintage train engineer overalls, long-legged, and corresponding work shirt underneath. I could only assume the white and blue-striped cap sitting on the shelf above was meant to be worn as well. I felt like a miserable little kid being dressed up by his parents. Vince had left me styling gel and everything I needed to look the part of an old-tyme engineer. Begrudgingly, I stripped down and took up the task of turning a disgruntled young mechanic into a silver-screen-perfect train prince. The slim body frame that let me work so easily on these machines made the figure easy. I gelled and parted my normally-wild shock of blonde hair. The outfit was a little tight around my ass for overalls, but at least they were comfortable. Add in a shave and I was done. As bizarre as it felt, the overall look felt convincing. If it weren't for the modern technology in the background of my reflection, I might have tricked myself. The clean-cut look wasn't bad either, even if it did take too much work. After one last look, I hurried out into the light of day. I was posted next to Gurta for the next hour. As news reporters and railroad aficionados arrived, many came straight over to the engine. It was my responsibility to answer questions about it. Most of the content was easy or directly related to what I did to it, but a few folks put me through my paces on the history of it all. I got quite a few compliments on the outfit. For Vince's sake, I hoped they were being honest. After a bit, questions lulled and the reporters got interested in some of the VIPs for the show. It gave me a short reprieve before Vince came marching my way, a small entourage following behind him. For the first time in almost three years, I saw Vince wearing a suit and tie. It didn't fit him well, making him appear more like a mafia thug than a respectable business man. Behind him was the real deal, though. A big man whose suit seemed to belong on him. He had to be in his early 60s, but he walked with a confidence and health that denied aging its right to weaken. I didn't much note anyone beyond the third individual hurrying to keep up. Only managing to keep up by a near-jog, a tiny sprite of a boy hurried along. He couldn't have been older than seven years, with an auburn mop crowned by an engineer cap not far off from my own. In fact, we matched fairly closely. The enthusiastic child wore OshKosh B'Gosh overalls, modeled after an engineer save the pant leg being turned into a short cut around mid-thigh. They were made of a soft cordoroy compared to my work jean. I was rather taken aback by him. Warren, this is John Holden. Mr. Holden, this is Warren Harris. He is the most talented mechanic and train operator I've had the pleasure of working with. Without him, none of this would be possible, Vince said, waving to Gurta. It is an honor to meet you, my boy! Vince has been telling me good things, Holden said, taking my hand up for a firm shake. He tells me you were the only one to catch all of the gremlins in this model and clear them out. Vince was smiling at me, something he never did. And Mr. Holden wasn't just the owner of our shop. He owned half of the railroads in the country. This man wasn't born with something so low as a silver spoon in his mouth. But he was a true tycoon. A literal legend trying to transform the infrastructure of the nation. Even with an economic iconoclast in front of me, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of the boy with him. I don't know about all that, sir. I wasn't the only mechanic to work on this piece, I began, but Holden cut me off. Don't be so humble! Vincent has been passing on weekly reports of the progress. I commissioned the work personally. I understand that the only real progress came from you. I wasn't much for bragging, but it was hard not to the way he spelled it out. I guess that is true. Of course it is, my boy! Of course it is. Holden laughed. The young boy had left Holden's coattails, looking at Gurta's wheels. Holden started bouncing back and forth about how lovely the event was, giving me an opportunity to chase my own interest. I joined the kid's side and knelt down beside him. See those bars in there? The boy looked up, then, realizing who it was, lit up even more. He nodded. Well, those bars came off of a steam engine's. I found them at a train junkyard. Back in the old days, when these were getting built, you nothing was stronger. It used to go to a steam engine that blew up after a derailing. No one found out why. Hopefully, it wasn't the wheel bars, right? Yeah! he replied. Are you the engineer? Not sure, kid. By the looks of your clothes, that might be you. I hope you know how to drive this thing. I elbowed his shoulder a little for effect. He giggled. No! I'm not. You are! Fine, you got me. So why are you all dressed up? I'm the relief crew! he nearly shouted at me. A big hand landed on the boy's shoulder. Holden was there, watching us talk. I immediately jumped up. I see you met my boy, Benjamin, he said with no small amount of pride. He's a bright boy, just like his father. So I saw. He knew right where to look to see all the best parts. Holden grinned through his elegant facial hair. My boy, I have a favor to ask of you. I looked at the tycoon with curiosity. Anything, sir. When I was but a child, my father grew from mechanic to owner of half of the country's rail. As he prepared me to take on that role, he took me into the cabin of a train and showed me the heart and soul behind all of the fire and iron. I want Benjamin to have the same experience. I must have had an incredulous look on my face. Sir, are you asking me to take your son in the cabin for the trip? Yay! I get to be in the cabin? Really dad? Benjamin shouted. Don't be so surprised. Ben seems perfectly taken with you. And he is well-behaved. I want him to know what the rails are truly like. I took a few seconds to consider it. Gurta had a spacious cabin. I was sure there were regulations that prohibited it, but if the owner of the railroad asked me to do it, I was equally sure that he would protect me in the worst case of being caught. Company would be appreciated on the long haul, but Benjamin could be profoundly obnoxious. He seemed alright now though. There was also another element to my hesitation. I have always had a sexual attraction that I denied the light of day. Benjamin was a lovely distraction to my job at best and at worst, my fall from grace. Already, I could imagine myself taking advantage of the situation. Already, I was thinking up ways to risk everything and also walk away with my freedom. And with a boy so enamored with the train world, it seemed like he would believe anything I told him. In my imagination, I saw myself holding him close and exploring desires I had sworn myself not to even look in the direction of. But I also saw the value of being indebted to the owner of the railroad. He was a man that could open doors. Maybe even give me access to my bullet trains. And there was no way I could ignore that. Has Vince been informed of this? Mr. Holden smiled a foxy smile. Vincent has elected to defer regulatory control of cabin procedure for this departure to my office. Between the two of us, the lack of immediate approval had begun to scare the tyke. As conversation and time passed, the worry became more and more apparent. In that case, as long as it meets your approval, sir, I take no issue with having Benjamin on board as my relief crew. Yes! Benjamin shouted, bouncing up and down. He surged forward and hugged my legs, pushing his cheek against my side. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Benjamin... Mr. Holden said slowly, pulling his boy off of me. Now you look here. Running a train is serious business. You do whatever Mr. Harris says. Don't touch anything without permission. Behave. Mr. Holden yanked the cap off of his child's head, ruffled his hair, and slapped it back down onto his mop-top. Go get your things from Ms. Pendleton. Benjamin ran back towards the entourage, holding his cap to his head as he did. As Mr. Holden rose, I spoke. I do have one concern, Mr. Holden. And what is that, Mr. Harris? What of accommodations? You know, I'm sure, that this train is scheduled to push across the country over three days with no relief crew. That means I stop on side tracks. There won't be motels to stay in and the closest thing to facilities will be the occasional train yard or station bathroom. I won't be able to put Ben up anywhere. All the better, Holden replied. If you are sleeping in the cabin, he should do the same. The boy is taken up in it. He needs a dose of realism, see what it is really like to make that run. So be it, I said. I'll give him the real deal and show him as much as I can. I knew you were the right choice for this, Holden said, patting my shoulder. Glancing at his wrist watch, he nearly jumped. Oh hell, the show's about to start. Damn dog and pony shows! You are a good man, Warren! he said as he hurried back to his entourage. When I heard the last bit, I knew for certain that John Holden was my kind of man. Cameras flashed and speeches echoed across the yard. I tried to remain as calm as possible, sitting on stage along with the speakers and VIPs. Around me were CEOs, leaders in museums and historical societies, and other rich sorts of people. Meanwhile, I made less than 50K and lived in a small apartment. I felt incredibly out of place. Normally, I might be wearing the face of a miser. Having Benjamin sitting next to me eased that quite a bit. Watching him kick his feet despite several attempts by his father to make him stop put me at ease. Light up sneakers bobbing about a stage filled with loafers and high heels certainly eased the pressure on me. The ceremony seemed to run off into tangents. But as I was losing concentration and focus, I heard the announcement that it was time to see off the railroad's oldest still-fully-operational diesel locomotive to its new home. The Master of Ceremonies, a woman I wasn't familiar with, invited the boarding of crew. That was my cue, I thought all of a sudden. I jumped out of my seat as the crew began to clap. Benjamin hopped up too, his backpack over one shoulder and covered in pictures of steam engines. The audience clapped louder with the joining of the only heir of the Holden empire. In my mind, I made the world distant save for me and Benjamin. I held my hand out to him and smiled gently. Looking up at me with wonder, he placed his little hand in mine and we walked towards the train. Ahead of us, the sliding door stood open, just up a small ladder. And as we walked towards it, our backs to the crowd, I had a strange feeling. A strange flush came over me, followed quickly by dirty thoughts. I imagined the cabin, just for a flash, being like approaching the bed. Like I was just a teenager, moving forward knowing that I was going to break every rule in the book with my new friend. Nerves came pounding back, along with every awkward little fear from those times. Even as I reminded myself in my head that I had vowed to myself that I would never do something like that. When I should have been worrying about Gurta failing in front of the audience, all I worried about was the smile on Ben's face. Ben looked up at me and must have seen my blushing cheeks. But he didn't do anything but beam at me for getting to ride a train. He was so trusting, so beautiful like that. I could get lost in his eyes. And nearly did. And nearly walked straight into the engine. Luckily, my foot caught it before my face did and I came to. I released Ben's hand and ushered him to the ladder. The strides for his short legs were too big without help, so I put a hand under his out-hanging bottom. The gentle cordoroy was nice to the touch, but I was already getting aroused at the very concept of touching him even in this platonic way. I quickly followed, happy to keep the front side of me away from the crowd. Cheers reached a crescendo as the two of us stood at the doorway to the cabin, me strategically placing Ben in front of me. His back was mere inches from bumping to a rising bulge in my overalls. So I tried my best to keep him distant. After a minute of waving, I pulled him in and slid the door closed. The cabin was as I left it. I hurried to the controls to get the engine ready. What's a rocking chair doing here? he asked. Its a nice chair, I replied. Anyone say you can't have a rocking chair in your train? Nope! He laughed, finding it more funny than I did. I engaged everything and the train started to push. Hurry, get over here! I said, waving Ben over. As soon as he was in arm's reach, I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him up to my height and unlatched the window. Sliding it open, I started waving. He got the idea and started waving too. Gurta worked like a dream, pulling from the station. Hurry, Ben, blow that whistle! I said, swinging him from the window over to a metal chain hanging from the ceiling. Two sets of fingers wrapped around it and yanked down as hard as possible, calling forth a tremendous high howl somewhere behind them. As the engine pushed, the sounds of the crowd disappeared. It was just the two of us and a diesel train, pulling away from the station. As he blew the whistle one more time, he turned to me. Those eyes were so bright they could blind. Nothing could have made Benjamin Holden happier. And because of that, I think I was pretty happy too. It took little time for us to get up to speed with so little weight behind us. The rumble of the diesel engine felt familiar, like a seaman with the rocking waves of the ocean. Gurta broke the city lines, leading us into empty stretches of land populated only by trees. The open window brought a breeze through the cabin, a relief from the fumes and smell that built up in the bunkhouse. Measurements were good. Gurta was running smoothly. I let loose a sigh, all of my fears about the train's operation gone. My attention could finally be brought back to Ben, who had stumbled to the back wall for stability. While these trains often came with seats for the operators, Gurta's had been missing for some time, gone who knew where from being left unattended for so many years. Hence why I had brought in the only free chair I could find at the time for testing. Standing during operation wasn't hard for me, but I hadn't counted on bringing someone so uncertain on his feet as a child. You ok? I asked, turning back to my new found companion. Yeah... Ben said, pushing himself off the back of the cabin with one hand, the other held out warily before him. It shakes a lot! Yes, it does. I stood freely, letting my balance adjust with the rocking. Be careful about moving around a lot. Let it move and keep your feet flat. You will get used to it. Ben pushed off and stumbled towards me, but caught himself. See, not so bad. I smiled reassuringly. Hold my hand over here. I'll show you all the controls. Another stumble brought him towards me. I quickly knelt and caught him, one hand on each side of his ribcage. I held him there for a few seconds, just feeling his size in my hands. If he was too much smaller, I might have been able to tap my finger tips together. You good? Yeah... he said, though his voice suggested uncertainty. I stayed knelt and let him use my shoulder for stability. One by one, I pointed to each gauge and lever, explaining what they did in the simplest of terms I could come up with. Ben stood with rapt attention, absorbing each new piece of information about his beloved machines. The sparkle that drove me wild hung in his eyes, hiding in between shades of blue. As I explained, I casually wrapped a hand around his waist and letting my hand clutch at his belly. My thumb naturally stroked the material of his Osh Kosh overalls, enjoying the texture. And the opportunity to hold him. He didn't seem to mind the closeness. And neither did I, despite all of my vows and fears. For the first few hours, the two of us found our stride. The rocking chair, for example, was something we traded back and forth with. We figured out storage options, picking the best cabinets for my gear and the bit he brought as well, though most of his things were train-related toys and books. While I adjusted controls or we passed through a town, he settled down in the chair or balanced on his tip toes to catch a glimpse of the cars patiently waiting for us to pass. And when we had a stretch of empty rail, I took up the chair while he practiced his balance against the swaying of his vacation home. I happily watched him wobble about the cab, learning to walk anew like a babe. There was an almost parental pride in it. As I returned to the controls of the train during the passage of a town, Ben joined me. Am I a good relief crew? he asked. I chuckled. Well, you are pretty good company. That's a relief, I guess. But a relief crew does more than sitting and watching the engineer, you know! Like what? Well, it is a little different crew to crew. There are lots of traditions, especially in the old days. Sometimes, the relief crew takes over so the train can run through the night while the engineer sleeps, for example. My eyes didn't leave the window as we passed a flag. I watched carefully as the train flew past a road crossing. But I don't know how to drive a train! There was a bit of disappointment in his voice, a mixture of whining and genuine sadness. Nope. But we aren't running all night either, I said, finally turning to him. So, my relief crew doesn't have to do that. So, what do I do? There are plenty of ways you can give relief. The words felt awful coming out of my mouth, like out of a bad porno flick, even though I knew Ben didn't understand the meaning behind them. I wouldn't say that I was lying by making the suggestion that members of relief crews sometimes found more fun ways to satisfy the lead engineer. After all, back in the old days, operating a train meant long periods of time without access to your wife. I never found reference to it anywhere, but I had no doubt that it happened. Keeping me company for one, which you do well. Or comfortable. Or just feeling good. Ben nodded, as if deep in thought about it all. You know, a lot of the work relief crews did were all secret or in code, too. They kinda spoke a different language back then. So what each relief crew did was hush hush. Oh. Like super top secret? Exactly like that, Ben. And they used code words to talk about a lot of it. For example, sometimes, relief crews would go into the passenger cars and sneak some beer up to the engineer. He isn't supposed to drink that, you know. When he wanted it, he would ask the crew to help him 'fuel the fire', I said, making air quotation marks. So, if anyone asked what the crewman did, he didn't have to lie, but people wouldn't know what he really did. What are the other code words? Each crew had their own. There were all sorts. Others were like 'oiling the wheels', 'pushing coal', 'checking the pipes', 'polishing the smokestack', 'adjusting the clamps', 'cleaning the pistons', 'blowing the whistle'... I like blowing the whistle! Ben shouted happily. So do I, buddy. I love it when you blow the whistle. In my pants, I throbbed. If only he knew what that one meant. Are we going to have code words? Well, that depends. You only need code words if you are going to take the relief crew oath and make sure your engineer's every want and need is taken care of. Otherwise, you are just a ride-along. Am not! Ben said, stomping a foot. I want to be the relief crew. Alright, buddy. But first, you gotta swear the oath. What's the oath? He was determined, so much so that his little lips puckered with childish intensity. Put your hand on your heart and repeat after me. Ben put his hand in the center of his chest. I would have considered correcting him if he didn't seem so certain of it. I solemnly swear to do what it takes to get this train to its destination. I will relieve my engineer no matter how hard. I will trust and follow him to the end of the line. I will be loyal. I will be strong. And I will never tell anyone the secrets of the cabin. For making that up on the spot, I thought it was pretty good. And as Ben recited it back to me, the implications sent sparks down my spine that settled at the bottom. Congratulations, Ben! You are officially my relief crew. Welcome to the crew. I spent the next hour figuring out ways to get Ben used to his duties. Mostly, I stayed at the controls and called him over for a snack or a drink. Sometimes, I just took pleasure in requesting hugs from him. Ben was getting used to sharing affection and touching more and more. There was definitely a bond growing and every new change I brought him about the journey tightened it. I especially enjoyed the physical affection. My cock was hard most of the time now. The words I laced into that vow kept running through my head. ...no matter how hard. And every hug tugged on my pants, giving a little indirect stroke, something that only stoked my drive for him even more. My mind danced with thoughts of his naked body on mine, with only his cap and socks remaining. I thought about climbing up the leg of his little overalls and teasing him. Or a glance of his eyes up at me while his mouth was filled with my relief. Even sitting him in my lap on the rocking chair riding my dick between his legs... The reverie broke with a worried statement. I have to go to the bathroom. I looked back down at Ben, whose knees tapped together and a hand clutched at his crotch. His cheeks had turned a little red and his lips became pouty. The instantaneous reaction was to usher him to a bathroom, but Gurta had none. What had I planned to do about that? Being a stable, but adventurous man, I had planned on spraying my hose right out the door. Ben, however, might just fly off if he tried it. I glanced up at the jugs and bottles. Nothing empty there either. Outside, we were between towns. Nothing but empty fields and another good sixty miles before I would need to touch the controls. Looking back and forth between the door and Ben, I decided to go for it. Looks like you are going to go pee like the biggest man in the world, I said with a laugh. Huh? I took the hand not mashing his junk and led him to the door. A look of concern was growing on Ben's face, but no time was given to comfort it. Holding him tight, I slid the metal barrier away, opening us up to the cool autumn wind whipping past us. Ben latched onto my leg, but couldn't tear his eyes away from the landscape zipping by. I knelt down beside him and pulled him off long enough to get us eye to eye. I'm scared, Ben whimpered. You only took the vow an hour ago and you are breaking it now? His face contorted to annoyance. Nut-uh! Yeah-huh. You said you would trust me to the end of the line, remember? Now you are scared. Do you think I would let you fall off the train? I was nearly yelling at him over the wind and the roar of the engine. No, sir! he shouted back, squinting. Good. Here we go then. With one arm tightly wrapped around his waist, I inched Ben to the edge of the cabin floor, until the tips of his shoes hung off of the side of our full-speed diesel train. A burst of air whipped up around the door, poofing the auburn crown into messy spikes and throwing Ben's head back. I got closer, hanging my chin over his shoulder and pressing our cheeks together. Go ahead. Ben reached down, but my arm was proving to be too big to let him easily reach anything past it with such short arms. I can't! he squeaked. I had a hard time controlling my pleasure with this fact. My other arm came around him and fumbled around his front until I found the fold hiding his zipper. I undid it and drove my hand into the warm recesses of his overalls. Compared to the nippy air, his pants were an oven. A shirt blocked me, but pushing that away revealed the tight cotton underpants of a young boy and the prizes to be hidden behind them. For a few seconds, I just cradled the perfectly-wrapped collection, feeling the shape of a nub and its accompanying marbles. Then I slid up, found the waistband, and tugged it down and away. My hand encapsulated him, penis and balls all, in the center of my palm. They were soft and plush, malleable. Encircling all of him at the end of my hand, I took his willy in my thumb and finger and pulled it away from his fly. Looking down, the sweet little circumcised head, trapped between my fingers, almost glowed pink. I happily stared at it, blushing just as pink myself. It is cold! Ben said, again breaking my reverie. Well, go ahead! Let it all out! A focus came over the boy, the dedication that comes only from having only learned to control these muscles a scant few years before. But, all at once, I felt fluid pulsing through him and leaping into the wind. Ben and I opened our eyes to see his pee catching the light, almost shimmering before being left far behind. As the boy emptied himself, I hugged myself tighter to him, rubbing my cheek on his. The flow ended, but I couldn't help but stroke the tiny cocklet a little. Ben looked at me strangely as I milked him dry as gently as I could. My thumb teased at the underside of his little shaft and urethra, calling out subtle twitches in him. I had always had my doubts about the sexual responsiveness of a child his age, but there was no denying the fact that Ben's little dick inflated at my extra touch. What was once so easily turned and twisted stood up on its own. When my fingers let him free, the inch and a half bobbed gently on the wisking air. Without stimulation or heat, though, it quickly shrunk back down. I tucked his cock back into his underwear and redid his fly. I let my hand hang on his front for a few seconds before finally retreating. Finally, before closing the door, I gave Ben a quick peck on the cheek. That was scary! Ben said as I locked the door. Just scary? I asked. Fun too! Good. I thought so too. I nodded, then got an idea. That's our first code word, I think. What? 'Draining the dipstick, we will call it.' Ben gave me a wink. Got it! Having him like that was driving me nuts. I was raging hard ever since. As guilty as I felt taking advantage of his needs like that, it was a dream come true. And if he bought into it like I set it up, no one would ever know and my dreams would come true. Ben was so fucking cute it was overwhelming. The trust was so complete, it seemed. I wanted to just stop the train and have my way with him. Or switch lines and never give him back. I decided to just go as far as I could with Ben while I had him. And I was going to start making it happen as quickly as possible. Hey, Ben, I began, focusing on the controls. Ben leaped up from the rocking chair and hurried to my side, excited for a new task. Yes sir! My tummy feels funny. Can you rub it for me? In response, two excited hands landed squarely on my abs and started rubbing in circles, pushing around what little fat and flesh they could through the two layers blocking their way. Even though Ben put no intention into it, his roaming turned me on. Innocent as he was, it kept me hard. That's nice, Ben, I said, sighing. Can you rub a bit lower? He nodded, sliding down past my belly button. It seemed oddly easy for him to explore when facing overalls. The fear of crossing a waist band was non-existent. So he explored every direction with his rubbing. Every once in a while, an errant hand would find the tip of my cock. Every time he did, I would sigh and compliment him on his rubbing. Bit by bit, he began to go lower more often. Oh buddy, right there, I whispered when his palm rubbed across the head of my stiff cock through the jeans. Here? he asked, stopping his hand on me and squeezing the outline. Yes. Work on that there... Two kindergarten hands grasped my cock and started stroking it. I let out a groan of pleasure. I looked down to see his face intently staring at my crotch and working it carefully. My dick was straining against the pressure of his boy paws on me and the tight overalls keeping us separated. I gave up trying to stand on my own as the pleasure took me, relying on one hand by the controls to keep me up. Is this good? Ben asked, looking up to me expectantly while jacking away at me through my pants. It is great, Ben. Real great What is this thing? That's my cock, I muttered, trying to stifle another moan. What's that? Its what grown-ups call pee pees. Ben thought on this a moment. Its big... Yeah, it is. And when its big, it needs to be relieved. The word turned on a light bulb in Ben's head. How? I brushed his hands away and unzipped my fly. I unceremoniously threaded my cock and balls through the front of my boxers and out of my jeans. My six-incher pointed lewdly forward, less than a foot from his face, a bead of pre-cum on the tip. Ben just stared at it wobbling gently in the cool air like it was the most amazing invention he had yet come across. Well? I asked. Ben looked up, confused. Get back to it, relief crewman. Ben stared down my dick for a few more seconds before taking it into his hands. Its warm. And about to get warmer. Now polish that crankshaft. Ben grinned, knowing he added a new code word to his book and began to pump. His hands couldn't even get around my dick and he needed both of them to jack even half of my shaft. I watched him lean forward, almost bopping himself in the nose with each downward stroke. My pre quickly was caught up in his hands, lubricating my cock as he went. The whole thing was beyond belief. This beautiful little boy gladly holding my dick, trying to relieve me. Inexperienced as he was, the sheer fact that it was happening did half of the work for him. As his arms pumped away at me, I whispered sweet nothings to my boy, cheering him on. I was beyond thought, a sweaty, lusty engineer with needs. And I would have them. As he pounded down on me, I stepped forward, feeling my sloppy cock head slide up his cheek once, then twice. Ben tried to step back, but he had nowhere to go but up against the console. Still, he didn't stop. And stroke by stroke, I drew on his face with clear juice. His face became slack with surprise and he slowed down as the sticky fluid touched his lips. He looked up at me, as if to ask if we were done. I took my cock up and steered it to his puffy, pink lips. Slowly, I drew the head of my cock across them, applying a gloss of pre. Light from the window flickered across his face, lighting up his cheeks and lips like I had put glitter on them. Ben looked up at me, past the engorged cock before him, to my face, all flush red and half there. We were both a bit mesmerized by what was happening. I doubted he understood what was going on anymore. And I didn't much care in the moment. The tip of my cock gently laid on the ledge of his bottom lip. With my other hand, I stroked his cheek gently. You are doing an amazing job, Ben. The best, I said, a hint of pride in my voice. Now, it is time to blow that whistle. Tucking a thumb under the six year old boy's chin, I pulled his jaw down enough to part his wet lips. Ben may not have understood what this relieved, but he didn't resist as I slid myself into his open mouth. Warmth wrapped around the head of my dick, making me weak in the knees. I began to furiously jack the rest of my shaft as I stared down at those lips locked onto the end of me. At first, Ben didn't do much of anything but let me rest in his mouth. But, after more words of encouragement, his tongue began to lap at the underside of my cock as it remained encased in his wet mouth. Instinctively, I hunched in and out a bit, but tried to hold back from tapping the back of his little throat. Fuck, Ben, I groaned, unable to keep the respectable demeanor of an adult. As I held his cheek, I could feel his tongue squirming, my cock thrusting, lewdly past his baby boy cheek. His eyes were closed tight, not yet accustomed to the activity. I remarked at the incredible image of a six year old boy dressed up as a little train engineer, cap and all, with a man's dick stretching his lips wide open. Pressure was building up. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to close my eyes and howl. My hand pounded away as the kindergarten-aged boy's lips stroked and teased my flaring dick. A part of me wanted to warn him, but I couldn't get any words out. I just let out a gutteral moan and released. I didn't hear Ben cough as the first volley blasted into the back of his throat. I didn't try to to stop him from pulling off of me to catch his breath. I didn't stop jacking myself off as the second and third shots took off, hitting his chin and then splattering across the shirt under his overalls. And as the rest dribbled across my hand, I didn't stop looking at Ben wetness from his eyes. Stepping back, I dropped to the cab floor, bathing in my afterglow. Ben, finally freed from the console, stumbled after me. Little hands wiped at his bright-red, raw face, trying to clear the syrupy juices that covered him. His shirt had large spots on it, having already absorbed the last of my essence. On his face, a mixture of fear, uncertainty, and worry. Ben... I started, regaining my capacity for speech. I... You did great, Ben. I'm sorry I scared you like that. The little engineer shuffled over, standing in between my outstretched legs. It was a lot. I know, buddy. But you did it better than anyone else I ever saw. My mind was racing. I hadn't considered his emotions maybe making him change his mind. If I didn't sooth him somehow, my life, I knew, was over. ...really? Ben seemed doubtful. You bet. I hooked the sides of his overalls and dragged him into my lap, laying him on top of my still half-erect cock. I hugged him tight, kept his face close to mine. Ben, you are the best relief crew ever. I don't know what I would have done without you. Are you ok? Ben nodded, though he didn't seem too convinced of the fact. My mind reeled. I needed to find a way to make it better, to boost his spirits some. Candy? Lunch? Play games? I wasn't a child specialist. Would he like it if I returned the favor somehow? Could a little boy feel an orgasm like an adult could? Or find satisfaction in being played with like that? I wasn't sure that it was worth the risk. Despite the fact that Ben was laying across my dick, holding him close seemed somehow appropriate. So I sat there on the cabin floor, stroking his back with his face buried in my chest. And Ben did relax. Had I imagined this moment on my own, alone in my room, I might have expected to be groping him with another raging hard on. But I wasn't and didn't. I felt somehow fatherly, just warm knowing that he was comforted like this. And though my hand did find his bottom once or twice, I put no desire into it. Together, Ben and I rested in each other's arms. My worry about him quickly dissolved when I saw him smile again, snuggled into my shoulder. That's when I knew that it was all going to be alright. Who knew if I was ever going to get anything like that out of him again, but I thought at least I would get to be able to continue to touch him, since that hadn't become an issue. Besides, he was just too cute to keep my hands off of. End of Part I --Don't forget to drop me an email and tell me what you thought! If you want to see the rest of the story, let me know and I will keep writing!-- Author's Notes: What was once just a piece designed to let me undress a boy in Osh Kosh overalls turned a lot bigger! I am fairly certain I will be writing at least a part 2 to this. I just wanted a place to stop to post something of it. Hopefully, positive responses?

Part 1: Pretty in Pink by Tantha My name is Anne, well, it was until a short while ago, and since I'm a good little girl, I've begun writing this. Derek told me to, you see. Oh dear, I seem to be getting a little ahead of myself! giggle oops, I guess I should describe myself. When our story begins I have long blonde hair, down past my shoulders. I am a little on the shortish side, with a nice figure, if a little dumpy, although I have nice breasts, about 32B. Feisty little blue eyes (so I'm told, and Derek is always right). I was the queen of the world, I was lt. I hadn't once been laid either, but at the time, it didn't bother me. Oh well, always room to change for the better. Now I'm just a good little girl, and good little girls ALWAYS get laid, which is lucky for me, I guess, 'cos I always want it. Derek, now, he is tall, and dark and handsome, I've known him for years, we were great friends since high school, we were in the same class (oh, I'm 19, by the way). Anyway, now that the introductions are over. Let me get on with my story. A friend of my mother's had asked me to housesit for them. They had a remote house, up on the hillside, it was a nice sunny summer, and I asked Derek along to keep me company. He accepted (naturally) and so we went up there to stay for a few weeks until they got back. Derek took an unusually large amount of luggage, I thought, but then, I always travel light, so maybe it was just me. Anyway, we got there on a nice Sunday afternoon, and stared at the house in amazement. I recalled that the owner had children, although I never had seen them, which probably explained the jungle gym and sandpit out the back. They must be very rich, I thought. The house was large and luxurious, bigger than any I had ever stayed in. Derek immediately dumped his luggage in the parents' bedroom, and after a brief sulk, I chose another room. It was a room that seemed to belong to the daughter of the woman, because it was frilly and pink, a little girl's dream. There was a big wardrobe in the corner, a chest of drawers in the other, and a dresser with a mirror. On one of the drawers, and on the wardrobe doors, hung a small sign that said: "Good little girls only" I resolved that they were really none of my business. So anyway, we settled in. After a couple of days, Derek came in from the front yard, shouting "Anne!! There's a letter for you!" "What? I'm having a bath! Come upstairs, I can't hear you!" I heard him climb the stairs. "I said, there's a letter here for you!" "Alright, come in and give it to me." Derek had seen my naked body before, and I had seen his. We were completely platonic anyway, so I never gave it much thought at times like these. So Derek walked in, handed me the envelope with a bemused expression on his face, and left. After he had left, I inspected the envelope. It had no stamp and no return address. But it was addressed to me, and so I opened it. Inside was a large pink card with frilly black writing. It said: "I'm a good little girl" I read it out loud. "I'm a good little girl" A tingle ran through my whole body, and centered in on my pussy, where it stayed. "I'm a good little girl" Another tingle charged through my body, and buzzed in my pussy. "I'm a good little girl ... oooohhhh" I was getting aroused! "I'm a good little girl - ooooohhhhhh" "I'm a good little girl - oooooohhhhhhh" "I'm a good little girl -- ohh ohh ohh" "I'm a good little girl -- ohh, and I'M COMING!!!" I collapsed in the bathtub, exhausted. I spent the rest of the day in a daze; I was constantly aroused, because those words wouldn't get out of my head. And yet, I couldn't come like before. I don't know if Derek noticed, but I was red in the face most of the day. Every so often I would go to my room, and finger myself for a while, but I couldn't come, no matter what I did. I merely managed to drive myself to even higher levels of arousal. All day, I was thinking. "How come these words have such an effect on me? Its not like I'm a slut. I've only masturbated two or three times before, and I've never had sex, only once gotten further than second base, and that was a mistake... What is the meaning of this? How come I just came from reading words out loud?" "Should I tell Derek?" "No, I mustn't, what would he think, I'm not a nympho slut, and I don't want him to see me in that light!" That night, when I went to bed I read the words from that gorgeous pink card until I came! I had never come that hard in my entire life! It felt so goooood, I was hooked. The next morning, I woke up, and I tried to reach orgasm again by reading from the card, but I couldn't. I just got a tingle. After a quarter of an hour repeating that beautiful phrase, I gave up. I hadn't come but boy, was I hot. I wandered the room, naked, looking for some underwear. I looked at the clothes I had brought. They all looked so drab and dull, and I was so hot, my pussy and nipples were burning! I looked around, and my eye fell on the chest of drawers. I rummaged through it, but I couldn't find any underwear. Then I remembered the drawer with the sign. I looked at the sign. I read it once more: "Good little girls only" "Well," I thought, "I was a good little girl, the card had said so." My pussy throbbed. "My pussy agrees too," I said out loud, "I must be a good little girl" And so, that fact established, I opened the drawer. There lay the most beautiful pair of underwear I had ever seen in my life. They seemed to be made from this strange shiny plastic-latexy material I had never seen before. The bottom was a shiny pink pair of hot pants. They had a zipper in the crotch (pink, of course) and a zipper behind as well. Underneath the hot pants was a bra the likes of which I had never imagined. It too was a hot pink, from the same material, and it looked beautiful, all shiny and sexy.... "Mmmmm, just right for a good little girl," I said, not realizing I was vocalizing, "oooh, and here's a card!" It looked just like the one in the letter, and said: "All good little girls wear pink." As I repeated the phrase, I felt a stronger tingle down in my pussy. "Well, if my pussy agrees, then it must be right," I thought. So I went to the bathroom, eager with anticipation. One can't wear that sort of underwear with a hairy snatch. It just isn't right. So I lathered my pussy up, and proceeded to shave it completely. I had never done that before. As I was toweling off, the towel brushed my sex, and I barely strangled a moan. It was so much more sensitive! I had to stop myself from touching myself right then and there. "Later," I thought, "the underwear awaits," and I went back into my room, naked. I gently eased the hot pants up my legs, the material caressing my calves, and then my thighs. It felt so nice and soft. As I pulled the pants up over my hips, I realised that they fit perfectly. They were snug and tight against my newly shaved pussy. I wriggled my hips, and felt the pants stick to them like a second skin even. Next, I picked up the bra, and eased it on. I did up the clasp, which closed with an ominous click, but I didn't care. I was in heaven. I snugly fitted my breasts into the cups, and it seemed the bra fit me perfectly. My breasts seemed very amplified from my vantage point. I looked in the mirror and fairly squealed with delight! I was gorgeous! The bra did wonders for my cleavage, pushing my breasts up and out, and the pants were divine, they were so wonderfully tight and the little zippers were so cute! No more need to remove one's underwear ever! Now I can be sexy 24 hours a day! I strutted around in my room for a while, feeling sexier and sexier. If this was how sexy a good little girl was, then I definitely was one. But then I stopped. I couldn't let Derek know I was taking stuff from this house, or that I was wearing underwear like this. I put on my jeans and cast around for the baggiest sweatshirt I could find. Thus attired, and hoping he didn't notice my amplified bust, I went out to have breakfast. At breakfast, I tried to act nonchalant. I felt very desirable, however, and couldn't help putting a little saucy sway in my hips as I fixed breakfast for the both of us (Derek had just roused himself from slumber). Maybe I was naughtily hoping he would notice, but he didn't seem to have noticed anything. It didn't matter though. I was being sexy for me, and that was all that mattered. The morning's events weighed on me at the same time though. Here I was wearing clothes that didn't belong to me... hot pink slutty sexy clothes ... which weren't what I usually wore... but felt so goooood and sexy and wonderful ... And I resolved not to think about it. It just made my head hurt. Throughout the day, I was up in the clouds. Somehow, those tingles in my pussy stayed and amplified. "It must be my good little girl underwear" I thought. I was a good little girl, the card had said so, my pussy had said so, my head was confused, listen to my pussy, it knows. I couldn't keep my mind on any of the work I was meant to be doing for my philosophy course, my mind kept returning to the pink underwear I was wearing. When I was alone in my room, I removed my clothes and reclined on my bed in only the underwear. I had never felt so sexy in my entire life. When Derek came to talk to me I would quickly throw on the clothes. I'm sure it made him suspicious. In the afternoon, I had exhausted all the things I had planned to do, having abandoned them from lack of ability to concentrate. I now had no excuses for not thinking about my looks. I realised that my legs were disgustingly hairy, and so were my arms. I resolved to do something about it, so I went to have a shower. I threw off my clothes the minute I walked into the bathroom. I didn't take my underwear off, of course, didn't even think about it. Besides, it was made of plastic, and wouldn't get damaged. I felt nice and clean underneath anyway. I got in the shower, and luxuriated in the hot water coursing over my body and my figure-hugging lingerie. I opened both the zippers and washed inside, and then closed them. The pressure on my sex of opening and closing made me squirm with pleasure. I then grabbed a handy bottle of Nair and proceeded to lather myself with the stuff from the neck down. After a few minutes, I washed it off, and as I watched the froth go down the plug-hole, I realized that I was hairless from the neck down. It felt much better. Having finished, I got out and dried off, not giving a thought to the fact that my pussy and underwear were already dry the minute I stepped out. Hiding myself under a large towel, I picked up my clothes and ran, in my underwear, to my room, where I whipped the towel off and proceeded to admire myself in the mirror. That was much better. My skin felt smoother, and my thighs seemed to be trimmer. There seemed to be fewer blemishes on my skin than before. "Must be the Nair," I thought. Having not much else to do, I paraded around the room in my underwear, admiring myself, an practicing a sultry hip-swaying walk. However, there's only so much looking at herself a girl can do before she becomes tired, and pretty soon I was. So I went downstairs (being careful to put my hiding clothes back on) and prepared myself a light dinner (and practicing with my hips at the same time, when Derek was out of the room). Then I went upstairs and began to prepare for bed. I removed my clothes, but kept my pants and bra on (a good little girl must wear pink at all times, even in bed). I slid under the covers and pulled out the cards from under the pillow where I kept them. If I didn't come now I would never get to sleep. I read them out loud: "I am a good little girl, all good little girls wear pink." Again and again I read them, getting hotter and hotter until at last I came, and collapsed exhausted into sleep, in my bra and hot pants, which never seemed to get wet, even though I know I did. Part 2: A Change of Clothes The next morning, I got out of bed and went to look at myself in the mirror. I inspected myself, and made sexy poses in front of it, and I noticed that my waist had shrunk overnight a little. The fat was just...gone! Also, my arms were whiter, my face whiter and blemish-free, and my legs were smoother and tighter. Also, it might have been my imagination, but I could have sworn my breasts were a bit larger too. I soon forgot about this though. I was sexier than before and that was all that mattered. I looked around, and noticed that thrust under my door was a note which said: "Anne, I'm going of to take care of some business, I'll be back in 2-4 days, oh, and this came for you. Derek" Under the note was another envelope like the first one. I opened it up and read the pink card I had expected: "All good little girls must dress their best" My pussy throbbed in wordless affirmation. So how do good little girls dress? I looked around the room. From some criminal oversight, I had forgotten to bring any clothes a good little girl would wear. This wasn't like me. "I always dress like a good little girl, don't I?" Then, I remembered the wardrobe. I examined the sign: "Good little girls only" "I'm sure they won't mind if I borrow some of their clothes, after all, I'm sure they understand that good little girls must look their best." And so I opened the wardrobe, and gasped in astonishment. It was a large wardrobe, and full too. On the racks hung dress after dress, all of them were pretty and various shades of pink. I flipped through them quickly, and chose one that I liked. It was a lacy little girl dress, sized for an adult though. It was all pink and white, with frilly lace decorating the low-cut bodice, and a small waist. It looked like a pink Alice in Wonderland dress, except of a decidedly sluttier sort, and it had a gorgeous pink bow at the back. The sleeves were very short and tight and frilly with lace too, and it had a little pink apron on the front. I guessed that the hem would come down to mid-thigh. I pulled it out and held it up against my body in the mirror. Wow! Panting with anticipation, I struggled into it. The waist was a bit tight, but apart from that, it was wonderful. The bodice pushed my breasts up and together, making them look much larger and rounder and sexier. The skirt flared out, and barely covered the top of my legs. Another few inches higher and it would have shown my underwear to the world. I fluffed the bow at the back, and turned around to inspect it. I looked all nice and cute, just like what a good little girl should be wearing. I felt deliciously naughty. However, I had still not finished dressing. I looked around for some leg-wear, and my eyes fell upon a pair of long white socks. I eagerly put them on and rolled them up my smooth hairless thighs, until they ended just below the knees. I inspected myself in the mirror again. "That's much better! But still something is missing. Hmmm... Oh I know! Shoes!" I rummaged around in the bottom of the wardrobe, and selected a pair. They were pink (of course, a good little girl must always wear pink!), and had nice high pointed heels, about 5 inches or so, with a strap, and a little opening for my toes to show through. They were so cute! I sat down on the bed and proceeded to draw them onto my feet. I fastened the straps, and stood up. I almost fell. I didn't know how to walk in these shoes. So I started walking backwards and forwards on the carpet, until after about 10 minutes my feet became used to the shoes, and I could walk without too much difficulty. The fact that that sort of thing usually requires hours didn't pop into my head. I was too high up in the clouds). I then looked for something to do with my hair. I had selected a nice pink bow for it, when a thought popped into my head. "All good little girls have their hair in pigtails" I looked around, and found a pair of gorgeous pink hair ribbons, with which I proceeded to tie my hair into beautiful pigtails. Having done so, I once again inspected myself in the mirror. The effect was amazing, I looked 5 years younger, but with a figure to die for. But something was still missing. "Ahh!! Makeup!" I looked on the dresser table, and saw that there was a large collection of makeup, all pink of course. I pulled out a tube of hot pink lipstick (I'm sure they don't mind that a good little girl must look her best), and began to apply it with a seemingly instinctive skill which I didn't think about at the time. I made my lips a hot shade of pink, and used some pink blusher on my cheeks to give them a nice glow, and bright pink eye-shadow to highlight my eyes. I also curled my lashes (first time for everything) I looked in the mirror and was amazed by the transformation. I looked (and felt) like someone's wet dream dressed like a primary schooler. But then, I thought, that's how good little girls are supposed to look and feel. Now that I was looking my best, I had to decide what to do that day. I knew Derek was away, so I could walk around the house wearing my good little girl clothes. I felt so sexy. I went downstairs to prepare breakfast, humming as I went. I practiced my hip-swaying walk all day, and soon had it down pat in my high heels. As the day passed, I found I could walk more and more easily in the heels. I couldn't concentrate on any of my studies, so to fill in the time I began to clean the house, top to bottom. I spent most of the day very aroused, of course, a good little girl is always aroused, and those words buzzed around in my head. Repeating the phrases from the cards made me come, and I repeated them often. I needed to come, I had to, and the only way I could was to repeat those phrases, those truths: I WAS a good little girl! All good little girls wear pink! All good little girls must dress their best! And I came, many times, and the more I came, the more those truths became a part of me. I was a good little girl. To be otherwise was unimaginable. I no longer even bothered to look at my studies. Good little girls don't have to study. It never once occurred to me that my underwear was never soiled, and never had to be taken off. It also never occurred to me that I might try and make myself come without repeating those facts. Why use my fingers when all that coming required was an acknowledgment that deep down inside I was and would always be a good little girl. After cleaning the house and making myself dinner, I got bored, and so I went to have a bath. I decided against a shower in order not to disturb my hair and makeup. So I disrobed and slid into the bath, and relaxed, letting my mind flow free and empty, letting those words sink deeper and deeper into my very consciousness. They just made life so much easier! A while later I slowly came out of my reverie. Good little girls must avoid pruning at all costs. I stood up and proceeded to lather myself with Nair again. Good little girls must have smooth skin all the time. I was once again free of those evil body hairs. I got out of the bath and toweled myself dry. After wandering the house undressed for a while (with the hot pants and bra on of course. A good little girl never took her pants and bra off by choice), I had dried off sufficiently to get dressed again, and so I put my outer clothes back on. I let go a small sigh of relief. How wonderful it was to be a wet dream good little girl in all my pretty clothes. It was evening by then, and since all good little girls go to bed early, I decided to call it a day. I returned to my pink little bedroom and removed my dress, and my shoes and my pink hair-bow. I left my makeup on (too tired to remove it), as well as my socks and pigtails. I slid into bed and relaxed, repeating my 'mantra' until I came again, and finally drifting off into an exhausted sleep. I awoke the next morning, jumped out of bed, and looked at myself in the mirror. Strange. My arms and legs, and my face were now entirely blemish-free, and were a smooth pale colour. My hips were smaller than before, starting to tend towards the hourglass more, and my breasts were definitely larger than normal. My makeup was a mess, though, and I quickly wiped it off and reapplied it, just like it had been the day before. I rearranged my socks and pigtails properly too, and looked in the mirror again. I looked like a super-sexy little girl. I stuck my thumb in my mouth, experimentally and began to suck then stopped and pulled it out guiltily (good little girls don't suck their thumbs). My mind flashed suddenly: "What am I doing here like this? This isn't me?" Then my pussy answered with a tingle. "Yes it is. This is the real you. You were born to be a good little girl like this." After a brief argument, my pussy won, and my mind was free and open once again. I went to dress, but I found that there were no other pairs of socks, so I wore the heels on my bare feet, having been careful to paint my toenails (pink of course!) and my nails to match. By now I was walking in my heels like I had been born to them. I did my chores, a delightfully thoughtless activity (which therefore carried not very much strain) which allowed my mind to be free and clear. However, I soon ran out of things to do. I found that whenever I sat down and fidgeted, my thumb instantly crept up to my mouth, and my pussy itched horribly. In an effort to find something to do, I went out and played on the jungle gym. I spent the whole afternoon swinging on the jungle gym in my good little girl clothes, until I was able to do all manner of things, even with my heels (especially with my heels). I quickly became very limber. In the evening I again took off my costume and inspected myself. The skin on my arms and legs and face was now completely flawless, all the little imperfections gone, although I still recognized myself easily. My feet were less awkward, and smoother and, well, cuter! My waist was thinner, and my hips more rounded. I could have sworn I had gained an inch or two on my bust, and my hair was also finer. I hadn't changed my underwear yet, but felt no need to do so, and quickly put it out of my mind. I was sexy all the time, and that was all that mattered. That night I went to bed, a happy good little girl. Part 3: A Chance Meeting I woke up feeling refreshed, and got up, removed my good little girl clothes (I had slept in them for some reason) and went to have a shower. I kept my underwear on of course. After my shower, I went to get the mail, oblivious to the fact that I was only in my cute bra and hot pants. There was another letter for me. Upon seeing the envelope, my body was wracked by a series of powerful orgasms. I staggered back inside, and took it into my room. I resolved not to read the card until I had complied with all the rules a good little girl must follow. I dressed back up in my clothes and heels, made my face up like before, and turned back to my letter. I picked it up and kneeled down on the floor, repeated my instructions: "I am a good little girl! All good little girls wear pink! All good little girls must dress their best!" I came hard, and feeling ready to receive further instructions, I opened the letter. This time there were two cards. I read the first one. It said: "All good girls are obedient and respectful to their elders." As I read it I came, again and again, as I ran the instruction over and over in my head. I was a good little girl, and all good little girls are obedient and respectful to their elders, and so I must be obedient and respectful to my elders. In a post-orgasmic stupor, a lightning thought arced its way through my consciousness: "Derek is my elder, therefore I must obey him and treat him with respect, I am a good little girl." And again I came. A few minutes later, fantasies of obedience out of my head, I had recovered enough to read the second card. It said: "Good little girls like Barbies." Well, I thought, that's certainly true. I got up and looked around the room, to see if they had any. In the bottom of the wardrobe there was a box full of them. I grabbed the sexiest ones, and began looking for a place to play with them. I remembered that there was a sandpit out the back, and so I went down to the pit and started to play dolls. All the Barbies were good little girls of course, and I thought, "All Barbie dolls must be good little girls." I came explosively at that. "Barbies are perfect in body and mind. They are the utmost pinnacle of femininity. Barbies are good little girls, and to be a good little girl is to be the most beautiful desirable feminine creature." Suddenly, a voice sounded behind me: "Just exactly what do you think you are doing missy?" It was Derek, and I remembered: "Good little girls must obey their elders and betters and treat them with respect" I hung my head in shame. "I'm playing with my dolls, Sir" I said. "Stand up at once" "Yes Sir" I said, and I got up at once, my face a hot shade of red under the pink makeup, I felt so sexy, I was obeying, like a good little girl. "Turn around" "Yes Sir." I turned around, eyes downcast, heat building up in my pussy at this treatment. "Look at me!" he ordered. "Yes Sir," I replied, and looked up meekly into his face. I was acutely aware of my sexy good little girl looks, and of the itching in my pussy. I was being obedient. A good little girl must always be obedient. I batted my eyes at him and arched my back, displaying my breasts unconsciously for his pleasure and inspection. "Good little girls must always stay clean and pretty! You are not to go near the sandpit ever again!" "No Sir." Every time I said it I became hotter and hotter. "The sandpit is little boys territory. Are you a little boy?" "No Sir." I felt so ashamed that I had behaved in a manner not of a little girl. "I deserve to be punished" I thought. "Lift up your skirt." "Yes Sir." I lifted up my skirt, exposing the shiny pink panties underneath for his inspection. I felt so sexy. I gave my ass a sultry little wriggle. Derek saw my indiscretion and became angry. "Turn around" "Yes Sir." I turned around, still holding my skirt up, presenting my derriere to him in an inviting way. "Spread your legs, bend down and touch your toes." "Yes Sir," I moaned. I was so hot. I parted my legs wide, and bent over, running my hands down my smooth thighs, over the strap of my hot pink platforms to my cute little toes in their pink prisons. My butt protruded enticingly into the air. I was so wet, I thought my juices would be running down my thighs from the arousal, but apparently the panties stopped that sort of thing. "I'm afraid you've been quite naughty. I shall have to punish you. I want you to count them out." "Oh yes, yes Sir, please Sir!" I moaned, babbling incoherently. I was so turned on, but then good little girls are always hot and ready all the time, aren't they? I braced myself for his hand to come down, thrusting my sexy pink-encased butt out to tempt him. SMACK I felt his hand slapping my perky little ass. First one side then the other. My pussy and ass tingled and itched like crazy, and I moaned out loud. "One! Oooohhhh!! Thank you Sir, may I have another?" "Two! Ahhhhhh!! Thank you Sir, may I have another?" When my lust-crazed counting reached Ten, he stopped. I moaned and squirmed. God, was I turned on. I was following my instructions. I was a good little girl and good little girls always followed their instructions. I was still bent over, as ordered, my ass squirming and thrusting back, seeking eagerly for his hand, but not finding it. I wanted to, needed to, had to come. "Please, I need it Sir!" I whispered "Alright then," he replied, "You've been a good little girl." I moaned wordlessly at his affirmation of my identity. "COME!" he snapped, and I did, like an obedient little girl, I came harder than ever before. My body quivered and squirmed all over in the throes of ecstasy, but, like an obedient little girl, I stayed in my sexy bent-over position. "Now get up!" "Yes Sir." I stood up straight to attention, back arched to present my assets to him. I was in a daze, unable to think. Doing what I was told was so much easier. "But then", I reminded myself, "for a good little girl doing what she is told is always easier than thinking." "Go to your room at once! Don't come out until I tell you to!" "Yes Sir." I turned and strutted towards the house. He had said to go to my room, but he hadn't told me to be prim about it, so I sashayed and swayed my hips, keeping my skirt up as I had been told. I brought the full devastating effect of my swaying pink cheeks to bear on him. Good little girls are always sexy. "And let go of your skirt!" came his yell as I entered the house. Thank God, my hands were beginning to get tired. Even though every order is a pleasure to obey for a good little girl, there are some that one is thankful for when one can stop. Part 4: Time for a Decision I went into my room and closed the door, as ordered. My mind was whirling. I knew I was a good little girl (my pussy throbbed at the thought) but to be a good little girl for Derek? I looked at my slutty clothes. Did I really want to wear this? My pussy said yes, but what did my mind say? I began to cry, my makeup running down my face. As I cried, I felt a hot flush of embarrassment travel from my face down my body, but then I felt an even hotter sexier flush spread upwards from my pussy, and, after a brief battle, defeat the embarrassment. My mind began to tingle, and it was filled with thoughts of obedience, and feeling sexy and slutty. Was I a good little girl? Yes I was. Was I a good little girl for Derek? Yes, I was. As I made this decision, my pussy overheated again, pushing me into the throes of a long hard orgasm. This must be right. This must be good. My pussy said so, and good little girls always listen to their pussies. Having recovered a bit, I looked around. I was to stay in my room, so what was I to do? I looked in the mirror. I was a mess! Good girls must never look a mess. I quickly reapplied the makeup that had dribbled down my cheeks, a light pink blush on my cheekbones, a hot pink lipstick, and soft pink eyeshadow. I was once again a vision in pink. All good little girls must be beautiful and pink. Getting a bit bored with standing around, I looked in the box of Barbies in the wardrobe, pulled out some more. Dressing them up, I began to play with them. Just then, the door opened. I stopped moving. I was sure it was Derek, so I didn't want to be disobedient. "Get up." "Yes Sir." I got up, and stood to attention where I was, eager to obey and eager for anything he would give me. "Turn around and face me." "Yes Sir." Meekly I turned and stood at attention, as before, eyes ahead, back arched, breasts out, in what had become my "attention" pose, waiting for an order, like an obedient little girl. My pussy tickled with apprehension. "Lift your skirt." "Yes Sir." I lifted my sexy pink skirt with alacrity, hoping for something more. I wanted him, needed him, but I knew I had to obey. "Unzip yourself." "Yes Sir" I breathed. I had been waiting for this. I slowly and teasingly pulled down the zipper for my sex, presenting it, dripping and hot, for his inspection. As I pulled it open, I felt a rush of cool air. My snatch opened up like a flower ready to accept anything it might be given, anything. "Good little girls are always hot and ready," I thought. So there I stood, my skirt lifted up, my cunt dripping for him, every detail of my shaved pussy exposed for his perusal, at his leisure. I felt so sexy! I wanted him so much. It felt so good to obey! He slowly walked around me, inspecting every detail. I stood stock still, trembling eagerly for his next command. "Bend forward and touch your toes," came the order. "Yesss Sssirrr," I sighed, and bent over, as before. This time, with my pussy hot and available, I felt even sexier. I hoped he would take me right there and then. He stood behind me for a second, then grabbed my buttocks, and, as a moan of desire escaped my mouth, slammed something long and cold and smooth and hard into my pussy. I almost overloaded right then, but barely held on. He hadn't ordered me to come, and somehow instinctively I knew that good little girls weren't allowed to come in their elders' presence without being ordered to. He then roughly zipped my sex up, which made me shudder with ecstasy, and stepped back. "Stand up straight." "Yes Sir," and as I stood I felt the object inside me move, and send me to an even higher level of arousal. But still I refused to come. A good little girl does not come in public unless ordered. He held up a little object for me to see. "This is the remote control unit for the vibrator I have just put in your slutty little snatch. It's what we use on little girls who have been naughty." I felt my face grow red. "COME!" My embarrassment at having been naughty faded away in the huge orgasm that washed over me. Good little girls always come on command. "From now on, you are not to come until ordered." My heart sank at this. It was an order, and I must obey. "It must be my punishment for being naughty," I realized. He pressed a button on his little gadget, and I felt the intruder begin to hum and vibrate inside me. This was going to drive me to distraction, I realized. "You may get back to what you were doing. When the vibrator stops, you may come out of your room," he said, as he left the room. I sat down on the bed, dejected. The little vibrator humming inside me. I got up and looked at the mirror. I was perfect, of course, I noticed the hot pants had shrunk my waist still further. I now had a model's waist and hips. I was perfect, good little girls are always perfect. I was a perfect obedient good little girl. I got back to playing with my dolls. I found an outfit for the most beautiful Barbie that was just like what I was wearing, and so I began to dress her. When I finished I looked at the Barbie thoughtfully. She looked just like a Barbie version of me, and she looked perfect. "All Barbies were good little girls" I remembered. This Barbie was just like me. She must be a good little girl. I was a good little girl. I was just like that Barbie doll. On a sudden impulse, I rummaged around in the bottom of the doll box. Sure enough, at the bottom was another envelope, with three more of those gorgeous little pink cards, of the kind I had gotten to know and love so well. Eagerly I read the first. It said: "All good little girls are Barbie dolls." As I repeated that, I became incredibly aroused. "Of course all good little girls are like Barbie dolls. Is she is just like me, then I am just like her! I am a Barbie doll!" I got up, and strutted around, imagining me as a Barbie doll. It was so easy! It made so much sense! I eagerly put the card aside and read the next one. It said: "All Barbie dolls have an owner." "Of course they do!" I thought, "that doll over there is owned by the good little girl who lives here. Who am I owned by?" I thought this over for a while. Then realization hit me. "I'm owned by Derek!" I said out loud. For some reason this brought me a great feeling of relaxation. I was a good little girl. I was a Barbie doll, and my owner was Derek. This made things so much easier. No more need to worry, no need to think, I was a Barbie, and Barbies existed to do what they were told. Barbies were always hot and ready. Barbies were always dressed their best, a vision in pink. Barbies want it all the time. With that earth-shattering realization, I still felt somehow incomplete. Remembering that there was a third card, I eagerly read it: "All Barbies wear collars." I felt a pulse in my pussy at reading those words. I rummaged around at the bottom of the wardrobe, and sure enough I found a small brown paper bag. I opened it, and inside was a black choker, with a ring on the front and on the back. Also in the bag were a bunch of name tags. They all said: "Property of Derek" on them, but each had a different name. I looked through them, trying to choose the right one. There was Candy, and Cindy, and all sorts of slutty names, but in the end it was no difficult choice. I picked the tag out, and affixed it proudly to the choker at the front, and put the choker on. I got a rush in my pussy. I stood up, and went to look in the mirror. There, sitting proudly on my smooth white neck, was a collar, a good little girl collar, with the words I was so proud of: "Barbie, Property of Derek, please return if found" I was so proud of myself. I was no longer Anne. I was Barbie, and I was a good little girl, and I was property of Derek. All good little Barbie girls are property. All Barbies are sexy for their owner's pleasure. Now that I was Barbie, I had to decide what to do with myself until next called for. Barbie was a doll, and therefore I was a doll, and so what did dolls do between times they were ordered to appear. They stand to attention. And so I stood to attention. It wasn't so hard, being a Barbie. I was built to stand to attention. It was my pleasure to stand to attention whenever off duty, and so I stood to attention, while the vibrator buzzed away in my hot little Barbie pussy, shaved like all Barbie pussies, until I was given another order. END

Clarrisa Becomes A Slut by mark_la688 (M/F, MC, BE) This material is for adults only. It contains strong sex and nonconsensual relationships. If this type of material is offensive to you or you are under legal age in you area ( 18 or 21 years old ) do not continue. Copyright (c) 2000 mark_la688. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at [email protected] Please feel free to contact me with comments regarding this story. Your comments are helpful. Mike just moved into the little town of Clarkston. No one knew of him or of his power to control the minds and thoughts of others. Mike was just getting to know the area and get his plans in place for his new group of mind controlled sex slaves. Mike decided to stop at a pizza place in town for a late dinner. He went into the quiet little place and grabbed a table. There were only two other tables with people eating at them. It was close to closing time. A quite skinny girl about 20 years old came over to his table and gave him a menu and asked if he wanted anything to drink. Mike was impressed with her smile and friendly attitude. Her breasts were small but her legs and ass looked to have great potential under her tight black slacks. She had long red hair down to her ass. He decided to make her his first sex slave, but to have some fun doing it. He read her name tag "Clarrisa". "Sure Clarrisa, I'll have a coke" Clarrisa turned and went in the kitchen. Mike started on some of her changes while she was gone. She would feel attracted toward the new stranger. She would feel comfortable talking with him and telling her about herself. When she came back to the table she took his order for a pizza, but instead of taking it back to the kitchen right away she stood talking. In the 5 minutes that they talked Mike learned that Clarrisa was not seeing anyone and was living on her own while she was going to college. She came from a rich family and her father had rented her a small 2-bedroom house about two miles from town. She said her dad thought it would be safer this way instead of having to room with other college kids. She was conservative and really had no desire for a relationship. She wanted to concentrate on school. When she left to take his order back he began to get to the real work. He started to make some more changes. He worked slowly so she would not notice anything as being wrong. None of the changes would start until she went home and went to sleep. When she came back with the pizza Mike put all of the changes in place. They made some more small talk throughout the night while he ate. When he left he left her a large tip - $100. She didn't want it - it was way too much. Mike told her that he won $40 million in the lottery a year ago and that he just wanted to help a hard working college kid. She accepted the tip and walked Mike to the door. "I'll be back again," he said as he left. You can count on it he said to himself. After Mike left she helped clean up and closed up for the night. She went home and studied for an hour, thankful that tomorrow was Saturday and she would not have class. She took a shower and then went to bed wearing a big baggy nightshirt. As she slept some of the programming Mike had done began its work. Throughout the night her small breast slowly grew from her flat A-cups to beautiful big D-cups. Her nipples also grew so that they were and inch long and hard at all times. At the same time her mind was being opened to a desire to want to show how sexy her body looked. Clarrisa woke up at 8 am and groggily walked into the bathroom. She hated mornings and always had a hard time getting around. She brushed her teeth then took off her nightshirt and looked in the mirror. Her mouth dropped open and she screamed in shock and ran into the bedroom. She looked down at her new breasts. "My God, My God, My God" she kept saying. She slowly reached up and touched them as if they might explode or something. "Yes, they are real. How could this have happened" she said. She went back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "My God, I look GREAT. I can't believe it. What am I going to tell my friends? HELL what am I going to wear?" She reached up and started to feel her new D-cupped breasts. They were full and firm. Then she noticed her big nipples. "I cant hide these! Even with a bra on they will stick out like I'm some horny slut." She shook her head, "Well, I can't do any thing about it." Clarrisa went into her bedroom and started to change. She started to look for a top. Finally settling for an old football jersey that her ex-boyfriend had given her. It was the only thing that would fit. "I'm going to have to go and buy some new clothes today that's for sure!" and laughed at herself. She put on a pair of shorts and sneakers and headed for the mall. On the way she thought that she was glad that that nice guy had given her that $100 tip last night. She went into a negligee store and tried on some new bras. They all made her new nipples hurt. She then tried on some bras that just gave some support from the underside of her breast. These made her breasts look even bigger. She decided to by a few pair of this type but the only ones that she liked were the sexy, lacy kind. Not the plain and functional kind. She left that store and went to some clothes stores. The only clothes that caught her eye were the sheer tops. She picked out many different tops from tank- tops to blouses, all made of sheer material that you could see her new big nipples through. She did buy a normal white blouse for work, but it had a low cut that would show off the tops of her breasts. She spent more than her $100 tip, but she didn't care. She wore one of her new blouses home from the mall and threw the football jersey away. She looked at herself in a store window and was impressed with the sight. "Why have I been ashamed of my body before? Was I ashamed of my small breasts? That must have been it because I love the way I look now!" She turned around and headed home. When she came home from the mall she took off her clothes and stood in front of the mirror playing with her new breast. "God I love 'em" She was so happy that she left her clothes off for the rest of the day. When it came time to go to work she got dressed and put on one of her new sexy black bras and her new worktop. You could see a hint of the black material through the top but she didn't care. Her nipples stuck out like tent posts. When she got to work she thought she would have to try to explain her new breasts but no one noticed. (Mike had given them all instructions to accept all changes both to her body and her personality) Throughout the night the male customers could not help but stare at Clarrisa's new big breasts and she liked it, A LOT. At the same time as the night before Mike came in for dinner. Clarrisa came over and waited on him. "Wow, what happened to you?" Mike asked knowing the true answer. "You won't believe it, but I woke up with these." She said looking down at her breasts. "Well I guess I have to, the proof is right there." She took his order and returned to the kitchen. While she was gone Mike again make some changes to her for the night ahead. Again he left a $100 tip. "I can't take this big of a tip again Mike," she said. "Go ahead, from the looks of things you probably need the money for some new clothes. Besides, I have more money than I know what to do with." That night Clarrisa underwent some more changes. As she slept all of her hair follicles below her neck died. The only other physical change was that her calf muscles shortened. All night she dreamed about sex. Not just regular sex but also giving blow jobs, and anal sex. She never saw a face though during her dreams. Her acceptance of her changes was also pushed into her mind. In the morning Clarrisa woke up and stood. She immediately got a bad cramp in both of her calves. She sat down on her bed and rubbed her legs. She noticed that the cramp would go away if she extended her toes. Again she stood up. This time when her legs stared to cramp up she stood on her toes, the cramps left. "My muscles must have cramped up during the night.", she said to herself as she walked to the bathroom on her toes. She looked at her naked body in the mirror and smiled. Next she climbed into the shower. As she washed she noticed that the hair below her neck was washing off, including her pubic hair. "Great, no more trimming or shaving my legs.", she said. As she inspected her pubic area she started to rub her clit. She felt a jolt of energy go through her body. She then started to masturbate herself with her fingers, coming to an orgasm stronger than she had ever had before. She had slipped to the floor of the bathtub during her orgasm and twitched with leftover micro orgasms. "My God. Wow. I've never cum like that before." She then stood and finished her shower. After getting cleaned up she returned to her bedroom. She was getting tired of standing on her toes and found her only pair of high heal shoes about 2 inches high. Her calfs still cramped a little but it was not too bad. She put on another pair of shorts and a new shear light blue blouse. Clarrisa returned to the bathroom and looked in the full-length mirror. Looking at herself she admired her new looks and was happy with the way her big new nipples could be seen through the shirt. She could not help herself and had to reach up with both hands and pinch and twist both nipples. "Mmmmm feels soooo gooood." She then looked at herself again and was impressed with the way her legs looked when she wore heals. "I need some more clothes." She turned and grabbed her purse as she headed back for the mall. Clarrisa went straight to the shoe store. She found that if she wore shoes no shorter than 3 inches her legs felt ok. If she wore 4 inch or higher they felt great. The only problem was that she was not used to walking in high heals. She bought 6 pairs of new shoes. Three pairs of 5-inch spikes, 2 pairs of 4-inch shoes and a pair of 3-inch shoes that she wore out. All had ankle straps. The next store she found herself in was a Victoria's Secret. She decided to buy clothes that showed off her new body. She picked out an assortment of short mini-skirts and short dresses that also showed off her big breasts. As she was getting ready to leave she noticed the stockings. She picked out a large array of calf stockings and garter belts. The pantyhose that she normally wore looked uncomfortable. She walked out wearing a new shiny black mini-skirt, her top she had worn from home and her new high heals. When she got home she noticed that it was already time to go to work. This time she put on her sheer white blouse and the same black mini-skirt. She also wore a pair of black sheer stockings with a matching garter belt. She looked in the mirror and smiled. Her skirt just barely covered her ass cheeks. She would have to keep pulling her skirt down. 2 - 3 inches of her tanned legs were showing between the hem of her skirt and the top of her stockings. Instead of the 3-inch high heals she had on a pair of 5-inch spikes. "Man do I look good or what?" She then went to work. Once again her friends at work did not notice any changes. But Mike did. He had arrived before Clarrisa and put out a field of invisibility around himself. Tonight was the big night. Now he watched as Clarrisa started waiting tables. He started making changes. Clarrisa found herself walking sexily. Her hips swaying from side to side. She would try to walk normal, but it was like she forgot how. She soon gave up. About a half hour later she found that if she had to bend over to pick up something she couldn't bend her knees. She would instead bend at the hips, lifting the back of her skirt so that everyone that looked would see her pubic mound tight under her panties. Again, try as she might she could not bend her knees. Again, she just gave up. Mike was having a lot of fun watching the changes take place. He could have just instantly changed Clarrisa into the slut he was making her into. But this was much more fun. He had already decided that when the change was complete Clarrisa would know and understand what had happened to her. But she could only keep it to herself no matter how hard she tried. A little while later she had to go the bathroom. Great! A break from this terrible night for just of a couple of minutes. She went into the public restroom instead of the employees only and went into a stall. She immediately relaxed. As if her mind was on hold, her hands removed her panties and then when she was done going to the bathroom she wiped with them and flushed them down the toilet. She never realized what she had done. At this same time words where removed from her vocabulary. She lost all politically correct words for body parts like breast, vagina, and penis. The only words she could think of and use where words like tit, titties, pussy, cunt, dick, and cock. She also had the ability to speak in the first person removed. She had to refer to herself in the third person. Her voice was also changed. It was raised and octave and she formed her sentences to sound like a little girl. She did not notice any of these changes while in the bathroom, but found out as she spoke. Clarrisa left the bathroom and greeted a couple that came in. "HI, Can Clarrisa help you?" in a singsong little girl voice. She wanted to run away but instead acted normally. A look of confusion came on the faces of the customers, "Sure" the said. "OK, Follow Clarrisa." She said as she escorted them to their table. Mike was almost laughing. He had enough and sent out a message for everyone to leave for the night including the staff except for Clarrisa. She stood in confusion as everyone left. Mike then took down his shield and Clarrisa noticed him. She walked up to him "Clarrisa's scared, everyone left Clarrisa. Clarrisa is changing and doesn't understand what is happening." "Oh, just sit down. Maybe I can help." Mike said and Clarrisa sat down. "You see Clarrisa, I have special powers. I can change peoples minds and bodies to suite me." Instantly Clarrisa was starting to panic. This is the man responsible for what's been happening to her. "When I moved here I decided to start a new group of sex slaves and you are the First of them." As he was talking, Clarrisa's right hand started to masturbate her pussy and her left had opened up her blouse and she was playing with her tit with it. She couldn't stop herself. Her will was broken. "From now on you are my little slut. You even talk like a little girl now. You will constantly be horny. The bad news is that you cannot cum unless I tell you to." "Why did you do this to Clarrisa? Why Clarrisa? Clarrisa's a good little girl." She begged. "I did this to you because I wanted to. Now do a striptease for me on the table." She fought with all her might but she climbed up on the table and started to dance like a stripper to music only she could hear. Slowly she stripped off her top, bra, and then her skirt. She went to take off her panties and realized she didn't have any on. She then went to take off the garter and stockings but Mike stopped her. "That's enough. Just keep dancing and playing with yourself while I give you the rules. After every rule you will answer "Yes Daddy" is that clear?" "Yes Daddy" "First you will always wear a garter belt and stockings, even when you sleep. The only time you will take them off is to shower." "Yes Daddy" "You will never wear panties again." "Yes Daddy" "You are a slut, whore, a bimbo to serve me as I wish." "Yes Daddy" "If anyone tries to get you to go on a date or get you to have sex with them you will tell them that your "Mike's slut", but if you talk to me I might let them rent you. "Yes Daddy" "I will leave a list of some changes I want you to have done tomorrow and you will do them. I could just make them for you but I want you to understand just who is in charge." "Yes Daddy" "You will expand you wardrobe as much as you can. You will spend all the money you make here on clothes and such. I will take care of your other bills" "Yes Daddy" She was crying now at the realization at what she had in store for the rest of her life. "Stop crying and climb down here." She instantly stopped crying and came down off the table. "When you come before me in private you will stand with you feet 2 feet apart and holding up both tits for inspection. You will remain like this until told otherwise. Now assume the position." "Yes Daddy", as she did as commanded. "Good. Now give me a blowjob." Without thought she fell to her knees and wrapped her mouth around his cock and started sucking. She kept rubbing her tongue around his shaft. She had never given a blowjob before but she was amazed at the fact that she new exactly how to give one like a pro. She felt him start to cum and she slid his member all the way down her throat as he shot load after load into her stomach. When he was finished she licked him clean and said "Thank you Daddy" She could not believe it. She thanked this Fucker for this?! "Your welcome Slut. Now mount me." She quickly straddled her master - Yes her master. And lowered her tight pussy over his cock. She them started to hump him faster and faster. "Oh yes, fuck Clarrisa. Fuck your sluttttt. Ohhhhhh yesssss........ Please let Clarrisa cummmmmmm." She kept repeating as he humped him harder and faster. Her mind was wild with desire to cum. Mike shot his hot cum in her pussy. He smiled as she continued to fuck him, then he said, "Ok slut, cum." At the word "cum" she screamed and thrashed. When she was done she started to lick and clean up her masers cock. "You are to clean up the restaurant in the nude. Then go home and get some rest. First thing in the morning you have some things to get done, don't you?' "Yes Daddy, Thank you for making me your slut Daddy" She could not understand why she said that. She hated this man. She wanted to kill him but it was as if her body had a mind of its own and she was just along for the ride. Mike left the restaurant and left Clarrisa to her duties. She cleaned up the entire restaurant only in her garter, stockings, and heals. Never did she bend her knees. She also found that whenever she had her hands free she would use them to masturbate. Try as she might she could not make herself cum. When she left work she went home and went to sleep. When she was sleeping she again dreamed of sex of all kinds with Mike's face as her lover. When she awoke she found one of her hands in her pussy and the sheets covered in sweat and cum. She took a shower and dressed in a shear black skintight tank-top, short black mini-skirt with a slit on the sides that in a stiff wind would allow her naked pussy to be fully exposed. She also put on a pair of fish net black stockings and a garter belt with her 5 inch spikes. She took a long look at herself in the mirror. "I sure DO look like a slut." As she ran her hands up and down her body. "Maybe I am nothing but a slut?" She grabbed her list and left. The first item was only an appointment at an address with the instructions to tell the man her name and that Mike had sent her. She was shocked to see that the address was a tattoo parlor. She did as she was told and was lead into a room in the back. A big fat man came in and told her that she needed to strip and to hurry up, he didn't have all day. She quickly striped and was laid down on a table. The first thing he did was to take a large needle and pierce both her nipples. Nipple rings were put in each one. Next he had her open her mouth and stick her tongue out. He grabbed it and pulled it out as far as he could. The again took a large needle and pierced her tongue, not once, not twice, but three times. One in the middle of her tongue and one each on each side. He then placed a tongue stud in each hole. The fat man then brought out his tattoo equipment. First he took both of her nipples and tattooed them dark brown so that they would visually stand out even more. Next he placed a tattoo just above her clit hood on her lower abdomen. He saved the most painful part 'till last. Without warning her took a needle and pierced her clit. Try as she might she could not help but scream. He placed a ring in her clit which had a little silver bell attached. When he was sure all of the bleeding from all of her piercing had stopped he told her to get up and get dressed. With every move she made her pussy bell would ring. "God I can't believe I just let this fat fucker do this to me." She told her self. When she had finished dressing she was handed a letter by the man and it read: "for payment for services rendered you are to ask this man if you can suck his cock and mean it. If he says yes then do it. If he says no, then pay with cash. Mike." She dropped the letter and looked at the fat man with lust in her eyes. "Sir, Clarrisa wants to suck you big cock for all you have done for her." "How can I say no to a sweet little girl like you. You go right ahead young lady." "Thank you Sir" she said as she dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly. She looked at his short little dick. He looked like he had not washed in a month. But without hesitation she wrapped her mouth around his cock and massaged his dick with her newly pierced tongue. It only took a few minutes before he shot his small load of cum down her throat. She stood and smiled at him, said thank you one more time and left. As she walked down the street she wondered what the tattoo by her pussy said. But she knew that she could not look at it or Mike would have said so. Next she found herself at the next address on the list. It was a clinic. Again she told the receptionist her name and that Mike had sent her. And once again she was led to a room. A doctor entered and told her to again lie back on the table. He took a needle and syringe and injected her lips with collagen making her lips pout out all the time. He then gave her mega doses of antibiotics so that she would not get any infections from her new piercing. After that he inserted her arm with a Norplant to keep her from getting pregnant. After she was done paying the doctor the same way as the tattoo man she left. She then entered a leather shop. The woman behind the counter looked at her. "You must be Clarrisa." She said. "Yes" was all she could say. The woman came around the counter with a leather strap. She placed it around her neck and sealed it with a rivet. The collar had a tag on it that read: "Property of Mike". This time she was handed a letter that told her to eat her pussy until she came. She knelt down and started to eat her pussy. This was her first time with a woman but she found the taste of the ladies pussy too her liking. She sucked and nibbled on her clit 'til she came all over her face. Clarrisa sucked and licked up as much pussy juice as she could then left. From her last appointment Clarrisa went to work. When she got there she tried to ask for help from her friends but all she could do was talk about how great she felt. Inside she wanted to cry. All night she waited on tables like she was working at a strip bar. Bending over at her hips, exposing herself to the patrons. With every step she took her pussy bell would ring. As the night the customers started to call her "Tinker" because of the ringing. One man asked her for a date and to her horror she replied like Mike had told her to: "Clarrisa is Mike's slut, but if you talk to Mike he might let you rent Clarrisa." The man smiled and told her to send Mike his way when she saw him next. Clarrisa had to use the bathroom when she was done she stood at the mirror for the first time since she had left her house this morning. She was shocked at the sight. Her once normal mouth now had a permanent pouting smile. She stuck out her tongue and looked at the studs. "God help me." She said out loud. Then she noticed her nipples through her shirt. They were so dark that It looked like she didn't even have a shirt on. Plus her nipple rings pushed her shirt out even further. When she looked down at her skirt in the mirror she was shocked to see her pussy bell visible below the skirt. Slowly she raises her skirt to read the tattoo. "SLUT" was there in big letters. As she lowered her skirt she looked again in the mirror. "Clarrisa IS a slut. Clarrisa IS a cum sucking whore." She turned and went back to work. This time she TRIED to look and act like a slut. Later when Mike came in he smiled and again put out an invisibility shield that also included Clarrisa. She came up to Mike's table and stood. "Ok slut, Strip and do it fast." With no resistance Clarrisa striped down to her garter, stockings and shoes. "For the rest of the night you will work just as you are now. When you have a hand free you will finger your pussy. If you have two free you will play with your new tits and nipple rings. Understand?" "Yes Daddy" She turned and went back to work. Clarrisa did not know that Mike had put out a command to the patrons that they would not notice that Clarrisa was naked. Clarrisa worked throughout the evening naked, masturbating her pussy and pulling and twisting her nipples. After everyone left Clarrisa stood in front of Mike with her legs apart and her hands cupping her tits. "For the last time in you life Clarrisa I will give you control of you own thoughts and mouth only. What is on your mind?" "Why? Why did you do this to me?" Because I liked the way you looked. Nice ass, Nice legs. Your tits needed a little work though." "My body was fine. Now I just look like a cheep slut." "Exactly. You ARE a cheep slut now!" "What are you going to do with me?" The whole time she did not move. She still was cupping her tits with her legs spread. "Good question. Until I tire of you will be my personal slut. Your new job will be to take care of my household and me. You will awaken me with you mouth giving me a blowjob. When I get up you will bathe me and make my meals and the meals for my future sluts. Then you will take care of the house. Never to put on clothes again until I let you go. You won't leave the house. Your title will be "House Slut". When I decide to get rid of you I might give you partial freedom and let you live a semi-normal life or I might make you my Toilet Slut. What's that you may ask? You will live in the bathroom till you die. Squatted down on your hunches with you hands behind you head. When I have to take a piss you will wrap you mouth around my cock and drink me dry. If I have to shit you will place you mouth around my ass and suck my shit for your food. The only time you will get to move is when you take your daily shower." Clarrisa was crying historically now. "You can't. I've never done anything to you. Please let me go. You can make me never tell anyone. Please let me go. Please. PPPlllleasssee........make Clarrisa you slut" Mike put the final change into Clarrisa. "Clarrisa is you House Slut. Please let me serve you master." "Get dressed slut and let's go home." "Oh, Thank you Daddy" Clarrisa giggled as she got dressed and followed her new "Daddy" home with one hand in her pussy and the other playing with her tits and a big sluttish smile on her face. Inside she was screaming and screaming and screaming and . . . . . . . . . Chapter 2 Mike took Clarrisa home and left her to her new job. Mike was impressed with the way she worked with true desire to please. Her new personality had taken well. The old Clarrisa was still there, but berried deep in her brain. Mike went to bed with Clarrisa's mouth wrapped around his stiff cock. In the morning he woke up with Clarrisa bobbing her head up and down on him. He pulled her off of himself as he started cumming and shot his load in her face and hair. After he was done and Clarrisa had licked him clean she started to clean up. "Leave my seed alone until after I leave slut." Clarrisa curtsied and left to work on her choirs. Cool. I didn't tell her to curtsy. She must have decided to do that on her own. Mike decided to drive a few hundred miles away to a small community college and see what he could find. He sat in the lobby for a couple of hours looking at the bodies and minds of many girls. Finally a cute girl came in the main doors. Immediately he reached out with his mind and grabbed her. She came over and stood in front of him. "What's your name?" "Angie" she said in a monotone voice. Mike looked her over. She was 5'4", slim, and athletic. She had on a gray T-shirt and baggy black sweat pants with hiking boots on. Her breast where not very large but you could see her small nipples poking through her shirt. Her hair was dark brown, naturally curvy and down just past her shoulders. Her nose was small and was slightly turned up. She wore small glasses that actually added to her good looks. Her skin was slightly pale. He looked into her mind and found that she was not from around here at all. Her closest family was 500 miles away. She had no boy friends and lived with a couple of other girls. Mike gave her a mental push to go into the office behind him, strip and wait for him. Angie blankly walked into the office and closed the door. Mike looked around and grabbed the mind of a security guard and had him guard the office so he could have some privacy. When Mike entered the office, he smiled, as Angie stood naked in the middle of the room looking into space. She had a very nice figure, a small chest, tight - thin abdomen, and nice hips. Her legs where perfect. Mike sat in the office chair in front of Angie and started to go to work. This one was special. She would be his primary girlfriend. He looked at her small beasts, reached out with his mind and took control of Angie's cellular and molecular control centers. Her breast started to grow from B cups to Double C cups. He then stimulated her milk glands so that they would produce milk. Then he made sure her nipples rested on top of her new milk breasts. He changed her nipples so that they would not leak and made them stick out one full inch and as big around as a dime. Mike then removed all of her skin blemishes and hair from her head down. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes and had an idea. He changed her eye color to bright gold. And fixed her vision so that she didn't need glasses. Next he tanned her skin to a light golden brown. Mike looked at her sex and decided to do some small changes here also. Her labia started to swell to double their size. Next he also doubled the size of her clit and caused it to always be engorged and sensitive. The piece de resistance was he fixed her pussy so that she would grow a new hymen every day. Now every day she would be a virgin. He stood back and looked at his handy work. Angie slowly turned around a few times showing off her improved body. Satisfied. Mike went to work on her mind. He didn't want a pure sex slave. He wanted someone to be with and also to serve him. He altered her mind and personality installing the following thoughts and commands as if they where her own. SHE LOVED MIKE WITH ALL HER HEART SHE LOVED HER NEW BODY AND KNEW MIKE HAD ALTERED HER LOOKS SHE HAD ALL OF HER SEXUAL MORALITY REMOVED SHE WOULD THINK EVERY THING MIKE ORDERED OR ASKED HER TO DO WAS OK SHE LOVED SEX. BUT WOULD ONLY HAVE MIKE OR SOMEONE HE CHOSE. SHE WOULD ALWAYS DRESS TO SHOW OFF HER BODY SHE WOULD STILL BE SHY AROUND OTHERS AND WOULD EASILY EMBARRASS SHE WOULD NEVER BE JEALOUS OF THE OTHER WOMEN IN HIS LIFE SHE WOULD NOT HAVE ANY PROBLEM WITH THE WAY HIS OTHER SLAVES ACTED AND WOULD THINK IT WAS NORMAL. SHE WOULD KEEP HER INTELLIGENCE, BUT BE GIDDY AND HAPPY ALL THE TIME Mike then woke her up. She blinked her eyes and focused on him. "Oh Mike, I love you!" she said walked up to him and gave him a big kiss. "You like my body?" she asked all red faced with her face slightly tilted to the side. "Of course I do honey" "Oh I'm so glad." She said. She looked at her clothes on the floor. "Can I meet you at home later I have to go shopping? I can't ware clothes like this. I look so ugly." "Sure Angie. Here's my credit card. Ill meet you at your house in six hours. But you better put your old clothes on 'till you get some new ones." "Yea, I don't want to go to jail now do I?" She said as she put on her clothes. Her top was so tight that she could not take in a full breath. "This top isn't too bad though," she said. When she was dressed, she gave Mike a kiss and said "See ya soon lover." And left. 5 1/2 hours later Angie pulled into her driveway in her little sunbird. She crabbed a bunch of clothes' bags and walked into her room and put her stuff down. Looking in the mirror she was glad that here roommates where not home. She loved the changes made to her by Mike but it would be hard to explain them to her roommates. She didn't have on the clothes that she had on when Mike found her. She had thrown them away. Looking back at her was a vixen in a skintight black lycra top. The material had formed itself to her body and new breasts. Her nipples protruded like two large sticks. Her abdomen was bare and she had on a very tight pair of black nylon pants that left her ass cheeks exposed, running up the crack of her ass like a thong. The shorts were so tight to her pussy. You could make out the folds and the bump from her large clit. Topping it all off was the black over the calf go-go boots with 5 inch heals. All of the new clothes she had bought were like this. They all showed off her new body. She found herself embarrassed walking through the malls dressed like this. But at the same time she was turned on by all the attention it gave her. As she walked, she found herself trying to turn on the men around her. A few tried to pick her up but she turned them all down because she was spoken for. At 6:00 p.m. Mike walked in. Angie came running out of her room and kissed him long and deep. After a long minute Mike broke the kiss and had Angie stepped back so he could get a good look. "Angie, you are gorgeous. I love the new look!" "I hoped you'd approve." "Angie, you know what I did to you don't you." Mike said Angie smiled and nodded her head. "Good. Now would you please come over here and give your new man a blowjob?" Mike asked. "Of course lover" said Angie as she stepped over to him and squatted down in front of him. She opened his fly and took out his cock. She smiled and then wrapped her lips around his member and went to work. Her head went up and down as she wrapped her tongue around his shaft as she sucked. Mike held off as long as he could but shot his load down her throat. Angie sucked him clean then looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. "Was I good?" she said. "You were Great Angie!" Mike said. Just as Angie was putting Mikes cock back in his pants Angie's roommates came in. "Oh My God" Tammy yelled. "What the Fuck?" said Carrie. "What happened to you? Your eyes! Your clothes! Your tits! And who the fuck is this?" demanded Tammy. This is Mike. He's my lover. He wants me to look like this so do I. Tammy was the tallest of the new girls at 5'11". She had average good looks. Slender and tan with blond hair, average tits and ass. Carrie was the smallest at 5' even. She had red hair, small tits and ass. She looked like she could have been 14 or 15 years old even though she was 20. Tammy walked up to Mike "Just who the fuck do you think you are? You don't have any right to expect Angie to change herself just you. You can't . . . " Tammy stopped talking as Mike took control of the two new girls. He immediately found a dislike for Tammy and her attitude. "Angie. You go have a seat for a few minutes I have some work to do." Mike said. Angie was concerned for her friends but she trusted Mike so she went over to the couch and sat down. Tammy was looking at Mike with a look of terror in her eyes as he walked up to her. "You have a big mouth young lady. I will do what I want. When I want. And to whom I want. Now strip, both of you, and do it fast!" Both Tammy and Carrie striped out of their clothes and stood in front of Mike. "Angie here is my new girlfriend ladies. She will be moving in with me and so will you two. First you two have to know your place." Mike said. The look of total fear now consumed both girls. "Unlike Angie who will be almost an equal to me. You two are slaves to serve." "Both of you are primarily slaves to Angie. You will serve and tend to her wishes." Mike took control of Tammy's mind and body. YOU ARE A LESBIAN. YOU WILL SERVE ANGIE IN ANY WAS SHE SEES FIT. YOU WILL NEVER SPEAK AGAIN. YOU WILL DRESS IN A SHIER BLACK BODY SUIT WITH SPIKE 6 INCH HEALS AT ALL TIMES, EVEN WHEN YOU SLEEP. YOU WILL WARE A COLLAR THAT HAS A TAG THAT SAYS "ANGIE'S PET". YOU WILL FOLLOW ANGIE ALL THE TIME UNLESS TOLD OTHERWISE WITH YOUR EYES LOOKING AT HER ASS OR PUSSY AT ALL TIMES. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE HORNY BUT YOU WILL NEVER ORGASM AGAIN. YOU WILL BE AWARE OF THE CHANGES I HAVE MADE TO YOU BUT YOU CAN'T TELL ANYONE OR HARM ANGIE OR MYSELF. Then Mike made some physical changes to Tammy. Her breasts grew to 48DD. He removed all of the hair on her body below the neck. He darkened her skin to a dark tan. The most dramatic thing he did to Tammy was to her tongue. It changed it into a penis. When in her mouth it was flaccid and you would never know. But when erect it was 8 inches long. Mike then turned her to look in the mirror. "Take a look your new self." Tammy looked and tears started to come down her face. "You should have watched you mouth young lady. Now go and fuck Angie" Tammy walked over to Angie, removed Angie's shorts and started to fuck her with her new tongue. Next he took control of Carrie. YOU ARE NOW A GIRL SLUT YOU WILL DRESS AS A SCHOOL GIRL. IT WILL BE AS SEXY AS POSSIBLE. YOUR HAIR WILL BE KEPT IN A PONY TAIL DOWN TO YOU KNEES. YOU WILL REFER TO YOUR SELF IN THE THIRD PERSON. YOU WILL CALL ME DADDY AND ANGIE MOMMY. YOU WILL BE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL Like Tammy, Mike made some physical changes to Carrie. Her hair grew to her knees. Her mouth tuned to a perpetual pout. Her pussy became hairless along with the rest of her body except for her head. Her breast grew to a 38 C cup. Mike let her go. She looked up at Mike "Hello daddy. Would you like to fuck Carrie?" "Yes, I would." Carrie immediately tuned around and bent over on all four and put her ass up at Mike. Mike took off his clothes and immediately started to fuck Carrie doggy style. "Fuck Carrie. Fuck Carrie's pussy hard. Fuck Carrie's brains out." Carrie kept yelling as Mike rammed his cock home. Finally he shot his load deep in Carrie's cunt. As Mike came Carrie did to. She came so hard she almost passed out. Mike got up and looked at Angie and Tammy. Tammy had make Angie cum with her new tongue and was now helping Angie get dressed. "What do you think of your new pet Angie?" "Oh I love her Mike. She always liked to rule the house. Now he can be ruled. And I love her tongue." "Great. I'm going to take a nap. Why don't you take the girls shopping before we leave?" "Sure Mike, I'd love to." The girls got dressed in their old clothes to go shopping. Carrie had Tammy braid her long hair on the way shopping. When Mike woke up his girls where in the living room. Angie was still dressed as she was. Tammy was dressed in her new shear black body suit. Wrapped around her neck was a 2-inch wide black leather collar with a tag that said "Angie's Pet". Her ass was shaped well by her 6-inch spike heals. She followed Angie around the house always looking at Angie's ass or pussy. Carrie was dressed in a shier white button up top that was skintight. Her nipples could be partially seen through the shirt. The shit was unbuttoned down to below her new breasts so that plenty of cleavage was visible. She also had on a short plaid mini skirt with white thong panties. Her legs had over the calf white socks with 4-inch high black shoes. Carrie walked up to Mike "Oh thank you daddy. Carrie loves her new clothes so much." "I'm glad Carrie. Now you girls pack up so we can leave." "We are already packed and loaded dear." Said Angie. "Ok. Angie you drive your car. Tammy can drive mine. Carrie you can ride on my lap in Angie's car." They all climbed in and headed to their new homes. Mike had removed Carrie's panties and put his cock in her pussy. All the way home Carrie would slowly rock her hips and massage Mike's cock.

The Corporation-- Chapter 1: Angie Surrenders by mark_la688 (M/F, MC, BE) This material is for adults only. It contains strong sex and nonconsensual relationships. If this type of material is offensive to you or you are under legal age in you area ( 18 or 21 years old ) do not continue. Copyright (c) 2000 mark_la688. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at [email protected] Please feel free to contact me with comments regarding this story. Your comments are helpful. Angie is just 20 years old. Her parents had died a few years back when she was just graduating from high school. She has a 15-year-old sister named Amy that lives with her aunt 500 miles away in a small rural town. They where lucky that their parents had a large insurance policy and that they had set up collage funds for both of them. Angie moved to the LA to go to college. She had no idea what her major was going to be yet so she was taking general classes. Unknown to Angie she was being watched by The Corporation. The Corporation monitored the local colleges for potential new recruits. In looking at her student file she met the profile. Beautiful, no parents, and a sibling that she felt responsible for. They watched her to make sure that she didn't have a lot of friends or relationships. Again Angie was a loner. She was shy and reserved. After about 3 months of watching both her and her sister they made their move. Angie caught a cab to go to work at the public library. She was not paying attention to the ride, instead reading a book on the way. The cab came to a stop. She looked out the window and found herself in an empty parking lot. Suddenly the door locks engaged and she was trapped. She tried to get the door open but it was not going to happen. She then stared to beat on the windows hoping to break them. They were shatterproof and stood firm. Finally after about 5 minutes she sat still. When the driver saw that she had calmed down a little he slid an envelope through the Plexiglas window between the front and the back. "Open and Read." Angie slowly opened the big envelope. Inside she found a second envelope and a letter. She started to read. Dear Angie, Before you read any further why don't you take a look in the envelope. She looked at the driver then opened the envelope. She pulled out a bunch of pictures. Angie stared to cry and shake as she looked at them. They were of her sister Amy. The first few just showed her walking around the neighborhood. The rest showed her naked and unconscious with 5 men jacking off on her. The last one was of Amy still unconscious with a gun in her mouth. Slowly she started to read the letter again. Nice pictures if I do say so myself. Don't worry. Your sister is fine. She was drugged and will never know about what happened as long as you do what we say. If you don't, it will all happen again. This time she will not be drugged, and in the end we will pull the trigger. Her life is in your hands Angie. If you try to go to the police or warn her, she's a dead young girl. You are free to leave now, but if you do you know what will happen. If you agree to be good the driver will take you home. Angie looked back up at the driver who was looking in the rearview mirror. He unlocked the doors and waited. Angie again looked at the pictures still crying. Slowly she nodded her head. The driver drove Angie home. As they where getting close the driver ordered her to put every thing back into the big envelope and leave it on the seat. Angie did as she was told. When they stopped in front of her building she looked at the driver again. He nodded and she went to her apartment. Angie locked the doors as soon as she got inside then fell to the ground and started to cry hysterically. After about a half hour she stopped and got up. The phone rang and she picked it up. "Are you done now?" a voice asked. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" "You will find out soon enough. Now some ground rules. First thing: You will not talk until I am finished." There was a long pause for his words to settle in. "We have your apartment bugged and videoed. Yes the whole apartment including the bathroom. While you where gone we delivered you some new clothes. In fact we took all of your old ones too. We left a change of clothes on your bed for you to put on. You are to go put them on and only what is on the bed. You will find a note stuck on the mirror in the bedroom with an address on it. You are to be there in one hour. Do you understand your instructions?" "Yes, but why are..." Angie said but the phone went dead. Crying Angie went into her bedroom. As soon as she seen the clothes on the bed she started to cry again. She had never worn clothes like that. Angie took off her clothes and looked in the mirror. She was short, just 5'2" and weighed only 102 pounds. She had long hair red down to her mid back. She had small freckles on her face, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts. Her breasts where small but her nipples were the size of 50-cent pieces. She had never grown much pubic hair and as a result it looked like it was trimmed tight even though she had never touched it. Angie looked again at the clothes on the bed and slowly started dressing. First she put on the shear white top and buttoned up the only buttons on it. The two bottom ones. Next she put on the white garter belt and white stockings. After that she then put on the white thong panties over with she slid on the plaid mini skirt. She tucked in the top and then put on the shoes. They looked like little girl dress shoes except that they had 5 inch heals. She found a couple of white ribbons with a note attached telling her to put her long red hair into two pigtails. When she had finished she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like she was younger than her sister. Her nipples could be seen through the thin top, which just covered them anyway because of how low cut the shirt was. She could see the top of her stockings about 2 inches below the bottom of her skirt with the garter straps reaching out from under the skirt to hold up the stockings. "God I look like some junior high school slut." She said to herself. She then left for the address on the note. All of the way she thought about how she could get herself and her sister out of this. She kept thinking of stopping at a pay phone and calling her aunt and having them send her sister off and hide her. She knew that they would never believe her and this story. Angie hoped that an opening would present itself and she could save both of them. She also kept asking herself who where these people and why would the do something like this. She was dropped off in front of the address by a cab. It was a big two-story building with no window. The only markings on the building were the address numbers painted on the mirrored door. She opened the door and stepped into an entranceway. The Inside door was locked. She pushed a button on the wall. In response a female voice asked, "What can I do for you?" "I was instructed to come to this address." She replied with a shaky voice. The door buzzed and she went in. Seated at a desk was a woman. She was dressed in a sexy looking business suit that left little to the imagination as to what was underneath. She also had on a solid silver chocker with an inlayed "C" in the center. "What is your name Ma'am?" asked the woman. "Angie, Angie Wilson." The woman picked up the phone and told someone of her arrival. "Someone will be right with you." Angie was going to set down but there were not any chairs. After a few minutes a man is a black suit came out of the door leading into the rest of the building. "Follow me please Ms. Wilson." Angie followed him back into a small office. He motioned for her to have a seat, which she did. The man opened a folder than looked at Angie. "You probably have a lot of questions. Firs let me tell you about us. We are The Corporation. We are a company that specializes in acquiring the services of young women for our clients. As I am sure you are now aware of how we recruit our female employee's. Let me first state that you may leave here right now. If you do decide to leave I will be forced to make a certain phone call. If you decide to stay and become an employee you will be asked to sign a contract. You will be a contracted employee until such time as we feel we wish to sever said contract. Once you are employed with us you will be come the sole property of The Corporation. That is correct. You will become our prosperity. You may think that this is not legal. You're correct. It isn't. But if you break the agreement between us we will be forced to take the appropriate action. Have I made myself clear?" Angie sat there with her head down and small tears running down the sides of her face. She slowly nodded her head. "I have an application for you to fill out. I will be back half and hour." He placed an application in front of her and left. Angie started the application. It had all of the usual questions on the first page. When she opened it to page two she froze. It had questions about her body size, her sexual history, if she had any known sexual diseases. She finished just as the same man came back in. He picked up the application. "Since this Friday morning, you will be staying with us for a few days for orientation. Follow me." He led the now defeated Angie to a changing room. "Remove all of your clothes and place them in locker 28 then come in here." He said indicating the door he was entering. She took off all of her clothes and put them into the locker. She then went into the room. The room looked like a fancy doctors office. In the center was a dentist type chair. A different man was standing next to it dressed in a lab coat. "Sit in the chair." She commanded. As soon as she did the chairs hidden restrains emerged and locked her arms and legs in place. Angie screamed. The doctor pushed a button and the chair rose up and the legs separated exposing her pussy to the doctor. He pulled a speculum from the table and gave Angie a pelvic exam. While he was don there he also took measurements of her pussy, clit and ass hole. As he was finishing the other man came back in. "You are no longer in possession of your body. We now own you. You will serve us as we please. As you will find out we will also make a few changes to OUR body. Some of these will be quite painful, but we don't care." As the man was speaking the doctor brought a collar like the one the secretary was wearing to the man. "This is our ownership band. Inside is a micro pager. If we want you to contact us you will feel a small vibration. At which time you will call us with in 15 minutes. Also enclosed is your punishment master. If you do something that we don't want we can either give you an electrical shock or have the devise shrink, choking you. This collar cannot be removed except by The Corporation. You will learn more about the collar later. Right now the good doctor has some work to do. Just try and relax." The man left as the doctor placed the collar on Angie and locked it in place. He then went to a computer and pressed a button. Angie felt a tingling sensation in her throat. She started to ask what was going on but she could not make her voice work. "This is one of my favorite parts of the collar. We can turn your voice on and off at our will. Nice idea isn't it?" Angie's eye's showed her fear. The doctor then without explaining what he was doing to Angie went to work. He looked at a chart then drew up two syringes from a vial 5 cc's of fluid each. He then grabbed her right tit and placed the needle against the end of the nipple. He then pushed it into the nipple a full two inches. Angie tried to scream but no sound came out. The doctor injected the full syringe into the flesh of Angie's tit. The fluid caused so much pain that Angie passed out. This didn't stop the doctor from doing the same to her left tit. Angie woke up a few minutes later with an intense burning in both of her tits. The doctor was just injecting some different chemicals into her right calf. Immediately her calf spasmed like the most intense charlie horse she had ever had. He then did the same t the left calf. When he was done Angie thought she would go crazy with the pain in her tits and legs. The doctor then placed a VR helmet on Angie. Then he inserted a vibrator into her pussy that connected to her clit. The helmet stared to show all kinds of sex. Every time the works "cum now Angie" were played into her ears the vibrator would cause her to orgasm. The doctor started and IV on Angie that would give her all the fluids and nutrients she would need for the time she was in the chair. Then the doctor left. For two solid days the helmet showed sex scenes with women doing what they where told to do. From male female sex, female female sex, female animal sex. Locations where shown in all types of places from public places to privet. Over and over she was told that she would do what she was told wherever she was told. By the time the two days was up Angie was cumming with just the words "cum now Angie" without the vibrator. When the doctor removed the VR helmet Angie was in a daze. Her mouth was half open with drool running down her face. The doctor put a blindfold on her and let her sleep for 12 hours. When she woke up she thought it was all a bad dream. Then she realized she couldn't see. She started to move her head around and realized it wasn't a dream after all. She tied to speak but she still didn't have her voice. The doctor realized she was awake called the man in the suit back into the lab. When he came in he walked up to Angie and smiled. He took off her blindfold. "Well now. That wasn't so bad was it?" He said as she focused on him. "Cum now Angie. Don't you agree?" At the words "cum now Angie" she had and instant climax. I can fight him she thought. Please let me fight him. He then had the doctor release her restraints along with giving her voice back. "So what do you think of your new tits Angie." At this she lifted her head and looked at them. "Oh My God! What have you done to me? How? Why?" she said as she cupped her new 46D breasts. "Quite simple really. We have developed a series of drugs and chemical to do what most plastic surgeons do with surgery. The injections the doctor gave you tits caused the tissue in your tits to swell. The swelling is permanent. Touch your nipples dear." For some unknown reason, she immediately reached up and rubbed her nipples. It was as if her hands had a mind of their own. She immediately started to become aroused. "Nice side effect from the injections. Your nipples will always be super sensitive. Just a good breeze will put a smile on your face they will always will be erect and hard. Now stand up and come over here." Again Angie stood up with out thinking. As she put her feet on the ground and stepped down flat she had an intense pain in her calf's. "I can't stand up. My legs hurt too much." "Just stand on you toes and the pain will go away." She did and the pain did leave. She looked at the man with concern. "The injection in you calves caused you calf muscles to shorten. You can never stand flat footed again. You will always have to ware at least 4 inch heals or stand on your toes. Here, put these shoes on." He handed her a pair of 5 inch strapped heals which she put on. "You see. We here at The Corporation like all of our female employee's to meet a minimum standard. All women should be big chested and we like the way heals make women look. Not just the legs but also how you now walk and the way it forms you ass. We may from time to time do some more changes but for now this should be enough." "When will you let me go?" Angie asked. "Don't ever ask questions like that again unless you are told you can! Do you understand?" he said. "Yes" she replied. "Good. Now beg me to let you suck my cock." He told her. She tried to fight him but she couldn't. "Please let me suck you cock. I want you in my mouth. Please put your cock in my mouth." Angie begged. "If you insist little lady. Go ahead." Angie squatted in front of the man like the girls she watched over and over. She pulled him out of his pants and swallowed his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down like a mad woman. She needed to make him cum. She had to taste his sperm. Finally he shot his load down her. She drank every drop like her life depended on it. "Good job." He said as he put his dick back in his pants. "Listen good Angie. I'm giving you a piece of paper with some rules on it. Memorize them by morning. Remember we are watching you at all times. Now go and get dressed and go home. One last thing, if you kill yourself you sister will take your place." Without speaking Angie walked into the locker room. She took off her shoes to put on her stockings and had to stand on her toes. She realized that he was right. She would always have to wear spiked heals even at home around the house. She put on the same clothes that she had on except they had given her a bigger top to wear. When she got home she opened the piece of paper and read it. You will continue with your life as if nothing is different. You will only wear the clothes we provide you. If anyone approaches you and says "The Corporation is all." You will immediately stand straight, lift up and offer your new tits and state "How may I be of service?" You will do as instructed without question. You will address all of your owners as Sir or Ma'am. You will check you email every morning for any instructions. You will buy a tanning bed and spend on hour a day until you are told otherwise. You will masturbate yourself to the point of orgasm but will not cum before you get dressed, at lunch, before dinner, and before you go to bed. Angie started to cry again because she knew she would do everything listed. She knew that they had fucked with her mind and she also knew they would harm her sister if she didn't. -- Chapter 2 - Angie's First Assignment Monday Angie woke up and took a shower. Remembering her new rules she masturbated in the bathroom. Just before she came she made herself stop. She was so excited she had to wait for a few minutes before she could get dressed. When she was calmed down she went to her closet. Everything was short and sexy. Nothing was like her old clothes. Finally she picked out a black button up top that left her abdomen exposed and formed to her new breasts. She went to pick out a pair of stockings and found that they all would be better in the bedroom than on the street. She put on a black pair of stay up stockings that had a seam up the back. Then she put on a black skirt that just covered the tops of her stockings. When she sat down to put on her 5 inch pair of heals she noticed that her skirt would pull up showing her skin above the stockings. Angie looked at her self in the mirror and wanted to cry but stopped herself. It was no use. She walked over to her computer and checked her email. There was a message from the Corporation. She opened it. "You'll always use this number to call us when we summon you 1-800-222-1234. Have a nice day." "Fuck you!" she yelled at the screen. Angie headed out and went to class. She noticed that everyone was looking at her. The girls all seemed to be giving her cold looks. After class she found herself driving to a strip mall and a store that sold tanning beds. Inside she walked up to the counter and asked for the best bed model and to have it delivered right away. The salesman told Angie that he could not get it there for a couple days. Inside Angie became consumed with dread. She had to tan in her own bed today. She begged the man to please have it delivered today. In the end she had to pay him $50 on the side. As soon as the deliveryman left Angie found herself stripping and getting in the bed. After an hour she got out and showered. And went to work. At school and at work the guys all looked at her like a piece of meat. One week went by with no contact. Angie was getting used to her new look. She found herself thinking about sex all the time from not being able to let her self cum during her masturbation sessions. After class she was walking in front of the library when a man stopped in front of her. "The Corporation is all." He said. Angie was stunned. She couldn't move. He gave her a hard look. Angie then dropped her book bag, lifted her tits up and said, "How may I be of service?" Out of the corner of her eyes she saw people looking at her. "You'll be punished for you delay." "Cum now Angie. Cum now Angie. Cum now Angie. Cum now Angie." Angie was hit with orgasm after orgasm. The sight was remarkable. Here was this beautiful woman holding up her tits shaking with wave after wave of orgasms. Her legs shook as her cum stated running down her legs. Her breath was coming in short gasps. Finally when she stopped she had a glassy look in her eyes. "Now follow me." The stranger said. Angie slowly picked up her bag and followed. They came to a car and got in. "We have a job for you. Don't let us down or you'll regret it. You'll find a change of clothes in a bag in the back seat. After you change go to this address. Tell the receptionist that you have an appointment with Mr. Martin. When you enter his office you'll tell him that you have been sent by the Corporation and that he has the unrestricted use of you until 8am as a bonus for exceptional services. You'll do everything and I mean everything you are told. Understand?" Angie nodded. "Good. Leave you book bag here, it'll be at you home when you get there. You can change in the back while we are driving." Angie climbed into the back of the car and started to undress. Luckily the windows were tinted black. When she was done dressing she almost looked like a businesswoman in a tan suit with a short tan skirt. On the top she only had on a matching suit coat, no shirt. Shoes were 6 inch matching heels. They pulled up to an office building. "Here you go. 26th floor. As she was in the elevator she was thinking about how they where right. She was their property. They could make her do whatever they wanted. She even found that she was getting excited sexually thinking about what might lay ahead for her. When the doors opened she walked up to the receptionist and said as she was told. The receptionist took a double take at her and then called on the intercom and announced her arrival. Angie was told to go right in. She looked around as she walked into the office. It was a big corner office with large desk and floor to ceiling windows on the outside walls overlooking the streets below. As she walked up to the desk she looked at the man behind the desk. He was about 40, fat and bald. He looked up at her with a questioning look on his face. "Hello, What can I do for you?" he asked. "Hello sir. My name is Angie, I was sent by the Corporation as a thank you for your work for exceptional services. I am yours for the night until tomorrow morning at 8am." "Well that was awful nice of them. Why don't you take off all of your clothes except for your stockings and shoes Angie while I finish up my notes here? I have a meeting in just a few minuets." Angie without thinking removed all of here clothes as orders as if her hands had a mind of their own. As she was undressing she could feel the heat start to build in her pussy as she became wet. When she was done undressing she stood with her feet together and cupped her new big tits offering them to her new owner. When he was done he looked at his watch and looked at her. "Very nice. Put your clothes in that closet then come over here." She did as instructed. "Now my meeting is in just a couple of minuets. Get under my desk and squat. I want you to give me as many blowjobs as you can while I am busy. If I don' t come at least 3 time I will be upset." She climbed under the desk of this fat man that she could not wait to suck off. Almost on queue the buzzer sounded announcing his meeting. Angie could not her what was being discussed for all of her attention was being set on her need to make this man cum as many times as she could. The first one was quick taking only 5 min. The second one took longer about 15 min. Each time he came she would drink him in as fast at he could shoot it in her mouth. She hated what she was doing but could not stop what she was doing. As time went on she could not get him to cum the third time. She tried humming on his shaft, playing with his balls. But nothing would work. Finally he pulled out. "Get out of there young lady." He said as he put his dick back in his pants. As he stood she looked up and saw his secretary standing in front of his desk. "You didn't do as I asked did you, You where supposed to make me cum three times not two." Until I say other wise you'll only respond to the name of Tits and you'll remember all this when you are no longer mine. Is that clear?" Angie felt a sharp pain in her head and blinked. "Yes Sir" she said. The Man asked "Angie walk around to the front of the desk." Angie just stood there wondering whom he was talking to. It wasn't her, her name was Tits. "I'm sorry, I met to say Tits instead of Angie. Angie - Tits walked around to the front of the desk. "Karen here is also my slave, given to me by the Corporation. She will be addressed as mistress while you are with us. I am to be addressed as Master. You'll stand like a statue offering me your tits, not moving at all just your eyes. I have more in store for you tonight." "Karen put your clit clamp on yourself before you go back to your desk." Karen quickly lifted her skirt showing she did not have any panties on and placed a clamp on her pussy moaning with excitement as she did. As Karen was doing as she was told Tits assumed her ordered position, crying inside, scared at the thoughts of what might be in store for her later. Chapter 2 - Angie's First Assignment, Part 2 Angie stood in her temporary owners office like a statue, hands holding up her tits for inspection, naked, and not able to move. Inside she wanted to leave and take her life back. But because of the mind control techniques she was forced to endure she had no ability to act on her own freewill. At 5 pm her master called to her. "Tits come over her and get dressed." Angie was glad to be getting dressed. She started for the closet with her clothes in it. "Not those, these." He said as he pointed to a box on the floor. Her mind was screaming not to put them on but her body automatically started to get dressed. First she put on a pair of sheer white thigh high stockings with 7 inch strap on white healed spikes, making her walk on her toes. She then put on a short, short white skirt that just covered her pussy when standing but is she sat she would be exposed to the world. For her top she put on only a special low cut white bra. When she finished dressing she stood as before with her hands offering her tits and her feet together. Karen then came over and pulled Angie's bra down exposing her ever hard-swollen nipples. She then placed nipple clips on each nipple with a silver chain attached to them. Angie's mind screamed in pain but her body started to become sexually exited. Karen then pulled the bra back over Angie 's nipples. The chains came together forming making a leash that was a total 5 feet long with a leather handgrip. Karen then handed the grip to Angie. Master looked at Angie. "Now go stand in front of the building at attention holding your leash. When Karen comes out give it to her and go with her. If someone asks what you are doing just tell them that you are waiting for you mistress. Now go." Angie wanted was trying to cry. God no! she told herself. Please don't make me do this. I wont do this! I can stop myself! All the time she was walking to the elevator. Inside the elevator was full with mostly men. All eyes became wide with a few gasps as they noticed her. They made room for her and as soon as the door closed she could feel a hand on her pussy. It started to finger her clit then in and out of her wet hole. She let out a low moan. The doors open and everyone walked out. She couldn't tell who had felt her up. Then again she could only think about getting out of the building and waiting for her mistress. When she got out in front of the building she stepped to the side and came to attention holding her leash. While waiting she had three people ask her what she was doing. And each time she would tell them that she was waiting for her mistress. One lady came up to her and called her a slut and told her she should be in prison. Fifteen minuets after she came to attention her mistress came out of the building and took her leash. She led Angie down the street. She wanted to take small steps due to her very high heals, but due to the speed they where walking she had to take normal steps. This caused her hips to really sway back and forth. Two blocks latter they hailed a cab. Her mistress stuck her head in the window and talked to the cabbie then they got in. Once they started going she told Angie that for the payment for the ride Angie was going to give the cabbie a blowjob and that she was to enjoy it. Immediately she started to lust after the cabbies cock. She found herself licking her lips as she imagined sucking the man's dick. At the same time she hated herself for her feelings because she knew that she was feeling this way because someone was making her. Soon the cab came to a stop in the driveway of a large home in the suburbs. Without being told Angie got out and opened the driver's door and squatted. "Sir, Can I please suck your cock? It was such a good ride home." "Of course you can." Said the cabby as he swiveled his legs out of the car. Angie pulled his cock out and swallowed him in as if she had been starving. She didn't take long to get him to cum. When she was done she gently put his dick back and thanked him for the honor to service him. The cabbie looked at Karen "here's my card. Call me any time if this is the way you like to pay." Karen lead Angie into the house then dropped the leash. "Let it drag and follow me." As they walked into the den Angie could feel every slight pull and tug and the leash as it caught on the doors and rugs, but she never slowed or stopped. Once in the den Karen told Angie to take her braw and skirt off but to leave the rest on. Again Angie did as told. While she was stripping she caught a look of understanding in Karen's eyes. At this she knew that Karen didn't want to do this to her but just as with herself Karen had no self-control and was a slave. Once Angie was undressed and had assumed her normal pose Karen Striped. Karen was about 25 with long red hair down to her ass after she let it down. Other than the hair on her head she had no hair on the rest of her body. Just like Angie, Karen had to ware high heals due the leg modifications. Unlike most red heads Karen's skin was a deep tan. Angie continued to look Karen over. As Karen turned around Angie would of gasped if she was able. On Karen's right ass cheek was a brand with the initials JTM in inch high letters. As she again faced Angie she noticed for the first time that she still had a clamp on her clit. But the thing that really got Angie's attention was the size of Karen's Clit. It was a full Inch and a half long and half inch thick. Karen looked at Angie and started to talk. "I have been given permission to talk to you and explain what has happened to me since I became employed by the Corporation. 5 years ago I was -hired- by the Corporation. Initially I was an intern working at Master Martin's office. As you can tell he has friends at the Corporation. He decided he wanted to have me be his personal secretary. At my orientation I had received the normal body -improvements-. But My Master asked for a couple of additions. First, as you have noticed my clit is enlarged. It was injected with a chemical that caused what you see now. Its now always engorged and hypersensitive. Master always makes me ware skintight pants and shorts out of the house when not at work. My clit is so erect that it can be clearly seen at all times." While Karen was talking some small tears had formed in her eyes and started running down her face. "I'm always horny now from my clit but I am not allowed to cum except once a month or if told to by Master Martin. The other Improvement that was made was my brand. Master had me marked as his. I still have regular contact with my family. They now think of me as a slut because Master dress and act like one when I am with them. He likes me to be ashamed of myself." Angie felt so sorry for Karen that she had temporarily forgotten about her own situation. Karen left the room and came back in followed by Master Martin then she was brought back to her own reality. "Tits, for the rest of the night you are a horny little slut. All you can think about is how you need sex of any kind. If you aren't having sex with someone you need to be fucking yourself your so horny, but you cant cum." At this Angie ran up to her master. "Please, fuck your slut. I need it so bad. Please I'll give you the best fuck of you've ever had." "Sure Tits, come on over here and ride me." Ecstatic that she was going to get fucked she sat on his cock and rode him as if her life depended on it. All night she was either having sex with Master Martin or Karen. When Master and Karen didn't have sex with her she was masturbating begging to herself to be fucked because that was what she was for. Come morning at 7:55 am Master came into the den to find Angie fucking herself with the leg of a chair. She was delirious with the need to cum. Master Smiled. "Cum Tits." The words exploded in her brain that she came so hard she looked like she was having a seizure. When she came back around she was exhausted and weak. "Tits, your name is back to Angie. You are now free to go home. My driver will take you home. Your own clothes are on the couch. I may add you to my staff." He said with a smile. Angie slowly got dressed and went out the car for the ride home. When she got in the door she collapsed to the floor with exhaustion. The Corporation - Chapter 3 Unknown to Angie, while The Corporation had drugged her little sister they had implanted a new experimental chip into her brain. This chip would allow them to program her at their discretion. They could make little changes or large ones. The neat thing about this new chip was that it was tied into her whole body. They could not only make changes to her mind but to her body as well. The Corporation had not planned on using the chip on her for a while but when Angie had done so well they decided to get to work. Amy had turned 16 right after the implantation. She was small like her sister only 5 foot even. She had shoulder length red hair and weighed 102 pounds. Amy had no breasts to speak of but her ass and legs looked great. Amy wasn't like her friends in that she was not into the boy scene. She was into sports. She ran track, played softball, basketball, and even golf. Amy was sleeping when The Corporation made the first change. The Corporation activated the chip and went to work on her mind. They changed her desire for sex but put a block on her ability to have sex with anyone and they increased her sex drive toward both boys and girls. She woke up and got ready for school. She didn't notice anything different. She drove her little V.W. beetle to school that her aunt had given her for her birthday. As she was walking into school she found herself looking at the crotches of the boys wondering how big they where. "What's up Amy." She said to herself. "Get your head out of the gutter." She opened up her locker and grabbed her books for class when her friend Lisa at the locker next to hers said hello. They started talking about the soft ball game that night when she found herself looking at Lisa's tits. "What the hell is with me she?" she said to her self. By the time school was out she was having a hell of a time. She couldn't keep her mind off of sex. Amy had never even masturbated before but she was thinking of trying it now. After school she went to the girls locker room to change for the game. While changing she had to keep looking down or at the lockers because she was getting turned on by looking at the other girls changing into their uniforms. The uniforms that they wore were skintight pants with tops that most of the girls wore kind of tight. Amy was the starting catcher. She put on her pads and started to warm up with Lisa, the starting pitcher. When the game started she missed the first pitch because she was looking at the crotch of the batter. She could see the outline of her pussy lips in the tight pants. For the rest of the game she was able to keep her mind where it belonged, but it was hard. After the game she went strait home and decided not to go back to the school to change. That night she stayed in her room and watched TV. Over the next week it was more of the same but she'd gotten used to it and decided it was just her getting older. She even started to talk more about boys and sex with her friends. One the 8th night, a Friday, The Corporation made another change. Amy always dressed very conservatively, mostly because she was shy about her body. She never really thought of herself as looking good. That night The Corporation changed her desire of dress. Pants would not feel right any more. She could ware skirts, dresses, or short-shorts, but not pants. She also wouldn't like to have bare feet. This even meant she'd to have sox or stockings on. If she wore shorts she could ware white sox or pantyhose. If she had on a dress or skirt she'd to have on stockings because she really wouldn't like the feel of pantyhose anyway. Her choice of underclothes changed also. She didn't like the plane sports type of bras anymore. She would prefer the lacy sexy kind. As for panties, she would like the feeling of g-strings up the crack of her pussy and ass. Now this is quite a change for her in one night. At first she'd like normal skirts and dress lengths. But as the week would go on they would get shorter and shorter. That morning Amy woke up and put on her normal jeans. She walked around her room feeling uncomfortable. She decided to change into some shorts since it was a nice day anyway. When she got her pants off she decided she liked the way her panties had felt when they had worked their way up the crack of her ass. With out really thinking she bunched them together in the front and back and pulled them tight which sent a chill up her spine. After she got dressed she put on a pair of ankle sox and white tennis shoes then decided to go to the mall and do some shopping. For a high school kid she had plenty of money. When her parents had died she had a good monthly allowance from her inheritance. She was walking around the mall and found herself going into Victoria's Secret. She'd never been in one before but had decided to take a look. She left with a large bag of new g-strings and sexy bras. She then stopped at a few other clothes and picked out some new shorts and skirts. The shorts were tight but the skirts were only just above the knees. Amy was going to leave when she decided she needed to have some new stockings. She stopped and bought a few pairs of pantyhose. But mostly she bought thigh highs of different colors. That night Amy was going out to a movie with some of her friends. She got dressed with one of her new skirts that just came above her knees and a pair of nude thigh highs. Amy put on a simple blouse with one of her new lacy bras of the same color. When she put on her pair of matching g-string panties she felt excitement build in her pussy as it rode up around her clit and her ass. At 6:30 her friends Lisa, Mark, Jessica, and Tim pulled up in front of her house to pick her up. As she was walking up to the car Jessica asked "How come your dressed up Amy." "I'm not dressed up. I just am more comfortable like this." Amy replied. "I hate dresses and skirts. I only wear them for church. Besides don't you think that closes like that are for turning on guys?" asked Lisa. "Of course they do." Said Tim. "But you girls like to lead us poor guys around with a little flash here and there." "Hay, the only reason I'm dressed like this is because I'm comfortable. Now lets go to the movies" replied Amy. While in line at the movie Amy found herself not paying attention to the move but thinking of sex with the movie stars on the screen. By the time the movie was over she was almost in a daze with sex on her mind. As they got into the lobby Amy was so hot that she said she had to go to the bathroom and went into a stall. For the first time in her life she masturbated. She pulled up her skirt and started to rub her clit. It was as if someone had put a fire in her pussy. With out even thinking about it she put her other hand on her breast and started to rub and pinch her nipple. When she came it was the first time she'd cum. It was the most incredible feeling she'd ever felt. Immediately Amy wanted more, but she knew she had her friends waiting. Slowly she got straitened up and went out to meet her friends. When she got to them she made up an excuse that she was sick and wanted to go home. Reluctantly they did. As soon as she made it in the door she ran to her room and striped off her blouse and skirt. Amy was just about to take the rest of her clothes when she saw herself in her full length mirror and froze. For the first time she saw herself in a sexual light. Staring back at her was a cute girl with thigh highs little tits inside of a sexy white bra and a white g-string that was soaked. Slowly, as if her hands had a mind of their own her the moved to her body. The right went to her pussy and started masturbating again wile her left went back and forth from nipple to nipple. Pinching, squeezing, and pulling away. "Oh yea, that feeelllssss sssooooooo gooooood. What is happening to meeeee? Ooooh God I need to cuuuum again." She said to herself as she collapsed to the floor. She laid on the floor for hours cumming over and over until she drifted off to sleep out of exhaustion. That morning she pulled herself up and looked in the mirror again and smiled. She took a shower and got dressed to go to church with her aunt. She put on a white dress that again came to just above her knees with white thigh highs. She also put on another lacy white bra. For shoes she wore white flats. Now some may think that this is no big deal for church but Amy had not put on a dress for church since her parent died. A note not lost on her aunt Donna "My you look great this morning Amy." Said her aunt. "Thanks aunt Donna. I just felt like dressing up today." After church Amy came home and masturbated again. I was as if she could not control her need to cum. If she was by herself for any long period of time she found herself thinking about sex. Next thing she knew she had her hand in her pussy. That night she went to bed naked for the first time in her life. Why? So she could play with herself without anything getting in the way. Monday morning she got dress in a sun dress with thigh highs and some of her new under ware on. During the day she ended up in the bathroom 4 times masturbating. In her last class of the day she took a math test and had a hard time keeping her mind on it. When she got home she changed into a pair of short-shorts with a pair of nude pantyhose and a halter top. Once she was changed she looked in the mirror and smiled at herself. Amy was now more comfortable with her body and didn't mind showing off a little. Heck she was 16 years old now and this is the way she was supposed to dress wasn't it? One thing did catch her eye. For the first time she really noticed how small her breasts were. Most of the other girls at school had bigger breasts than she did. Amy remembered that her mother had small breasts and so did her sister. Oh well hopefully they will grow some. The next day for school Amy put on a knee leant skirt and a blouse with the now normal thigh highs, thong and bra. But when she looked in the mirror she didn't think she looked right. She kept turning around and looking when it hit her. Her skirt was tool long. Amy folded her skirt up at the top until the top of her skirt just covered the lace of her white stockings. On the way to school she decided she needed to do some more shopping after school. At her locker Lisa came up to her. "What's gotten into you lately?" as she looked her up and down "And what's with the fuck me skirt?" "What? Fuck you! I'll ware what I want, when I want. Besides You've worn less than this before." "Hay calm down. Its just that I've never seen you like this. Do what you want, I don't really care." Lisa replied. Angie had now gotten used to masturbating when she had the free time to the point that she did it with out even thinking about. In her math class she got her test back and was pissed. She was great in school and had strait A's and B's with math her best subject. Looking at her test she got a C-. After class Amy went back to the mall. This time she bought a bunch of short skirts and tighter tops, not skin tight but close. At home she tried them all on was so happy that she masturbated 4 times. Her aunt came home with take out for dinner and called Amy down for dinner. When Amy came down her aunt's jaw almost hit the floor. Amy had on a leather mini skirt a semi tight white blouse with a black bra that you could see though the top and white thigh highs with the top of the hose just visible when she walked. "What is that!" said Donna "What do you mean?" "What you've got on. Your kidding right?" "No, I just bought it. Don't you like." "Like it? I hate it. You look like your trying to get picked up or something." "Well I like!" "What would your mother think of it Amy? "Well if she was here she could say, but she's not, I am." Donna turned away before she said something that she would regret. Maybe she was just finally having trouble with her parents death and was now having a little rebellion. "Fine, just don't think I have to like it." Donna said Amy just went back to her room. That night The Corporation had a meeting to discuss Amy's aunt Donna. It was decided to implant her as well.

"The Outfit" (author unknown) The civilization had died over 3000 years ago. They were a very exotic and erotic people. The artifacts that were discovered were incredible, and Lori couldn't help but be a little curious. No one was allowed to handle any of the artifacts until they could be inspected, but she just had to examine something which had been on her mind all day. She entered the cargo area and immediately found what she was looking for, since she had placed it there earlier. It was late, and nobody saw her take the box back to her quarters. The box was a mystery to the others, but not to Lori. They spent hours trying to open the box, and used every device available to do so, but had no luck. It was made of a strong material that wasn't in the least bit damaged, even after all the attempts to break it open. Lori slid a complex looking key out of her pocket and inserted it into a hidden slot on the box. She found the key 2 weeks ago, and kept it as a souvenir -- not even knowing it was a key. As she was inspecting the box earlier today, she accidentally discovered a hidden opening. A small plate slid to expose a keyhole when the proper pressure was applied to other areas of the box. The chances were incredibly slim that she found the keyhole, but it had happened. She knew now that she had found a key 2 weeks ago, and that it belonged to this box, because its shape matched that of he keyhole. The key was about 5" long, and slid smoothly into the slot. It clicked, and Lori turned the key. The box clicked again, but still wouldn't open. She turned the key further, and after the 3rd click the key wouldn't turn any further. She then tried to lift the top of the box, and it opened. It was heavy, and she had to use both hands to lift it off. She couldn't believe what she found. Clothing! Why someone went through so much trouble to lock up clothing was beyond her. It was made of a silvery black, very shiny material. The clothing was appropriate for the people; it was very erotic. There was a long corset which went from the hips all the way up over the breasts, with a wide corset choker attached to it from the back, a pair of shoulder length gloves with heavy boning, and a pair of thigh length boots with heels around 5 inches high. She had never seen anything quite like this, and spent an hour inspecting every inch of the clothing. It looked as if it were made from the inside, because what very few seams there were existed only on the inside. It was smooth and slick on the inside as well as the outside, and very heavy. She slid her hand down into one of the boots, and it was smooth and slick as far as she could reach -- to the tip of the very short pointed toe. The outfit looked as if it had never been worn, since the bottoms of the boots were not even scratched. Finally, she couldn't control herself and had to try the clothing on. She stripped completely and picked up the corset. It was shaped like an hourglass, so small in the middle that she knew she would never be able to get into it. To make it more difficult, it needed to be closed from behind. She placed it on herself where it should be, and the attached choker around her neck, but couldn't come close to getting the opening around her waist to close shut. The corset was at least 6 inches too small for her to close, even when she used all her strength trying to pull it shut. She sat down and slid one of the boots onto her foot. To her surprise, her bare foot slid easily into the boot. It was a little snug, and the toes were extremely tight and pointed. She slid the other boot on and stood up. The heels were quite high for her size, 6 feet, but she was able to stand. They were snug, heavily boned inside, and felt very well built. She then slid the gloves on, and they went up to her shoulders. The clothing was pretty restrictive, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like if the corset were closed. It must have been made for someone with her similar size, except for the waist. The corset was very small. She could walk, to her surprise, but the high heels made it difficult. The material squeaked slightly like leather, and the stiletto heels clicked when she walked, but they weren't slick on the floor like other high heels. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror, shocked. Never had she worn anything like this. It made her look incredibly erotic, and the heels were higher than any she had ever worn. They made her legs look incredible, and her feet look small. She tried to stand higher on her toes, but the heels lifted only a fraction. These were as high as she could possibly ever wear. As she stood and looked in the mirror, she noticed that there was something remaining in the corner of the box. It was a small disk about the size and shape of a dime. She picked it up and held it in her gloved hand, and noticed a barely visible button on one side. She squeezed the disk, and upon doing so it clicked and the corset contracted around her waist and locked shut. The choker did the same around her neck. The boots tightened around her ankles, and also above and below her knees. The toes of the boots tightened as well. The gloves tightened around her wrists, as well as above and below her elbows, and became snug around her hands. She almost fell down with the shock. After she regained her balance, she walked back to the mirror and noticed how small her waist was. The corset was so tight that she could hardly breathe, and walking was a whole new experience. The tops of the boots and gloves were now very snug against her skin. The corset felt like a second skin, as did the boots and gloves near the top. She reached around her tiny waist and tried pulling the corset open, but it was locked shut, and very tight. Lori frantically pushed the button again and the clothing released to its original position. The corset made a loud pop, similar to a balloon exploding, and nearly flew off with all the tension suddenly being released. She sighed with relief and held the silver disk closer to looked it over carefully, noticing it was very flat and very slick. She noticed how slippery the disk felt in her gloved hand, and was almost difficult to hold. It was obviously a locking mechanism for the clothes. Lori wondered why it was necessary to lock the clothing on to the wearer, but remembered that the people were very erotic. A push of the button and the clothes locked tight again. She walked back to the mirror and couldn't help but be aroused by her own appearance. It was a very provocative outfit, and the designers definitely had that in mind. In the very top of the corset in the middle was a barely visible pocket, and must be intended for the disk. She slid it into the pocket, and it fit perfectly. The outfit thrilled her, and Lori knew she had to have it. She walked over to the table and removed the disk. The box would have to be returned, but she would keep the outfit. She placed the disk on the table and walked back to the box. When she was about 10 feet away from the disk, the clothing unlocked. The corset loudly snapped open and made Lori jump. A safety measure, she thought. If the disk were lost, the wearer would be able to remove the outfit. Logical, since it was probably made of that indestructible material -- similar to the box, and if the wearer were to lose the disk, it would be impossible to remove the clothing. Even the people who made these items couldn't damage the material, Lori thought. How interesting. Lori sat down and removed the corset. Then the gloves, which were fairly snug. She then pulled the boots off with difficulty. The clothing was intoxicating, and she didn't want to remove it, but she had to return the box to the cargo area. She picked up the lid and placed it back on the box, and turned the key in the opposite direction. The box clicked 3 times, and the key slid back out. Nobody would know the contents were missing. The halls were still empty and she no difficulty carrying the box back to the cargo area. She returned the box to its original position and quickly returned to her quarters. It was getting late, and she needed to be getting some sleep. The night seemed to last forever, and Lori didn't sleep well. When the morning finally arrived, she packed her belongings. The mission was complete, and she was finally heading home. She left her quarters and was met by Roger, one of the other archaeologists. "You look nice today! Heading home?", he asked. "Yes. It was exciting, and I'm glad I was chosen to go, but I'm glad to be back. How's it going with the stuff we recovered?" "Well, we've been trying to analyze the material that everything we have found is made of, but haven't had any luck. It's completely indestructible. Even a plasma torch wouldn't do anything. If getting it the same temperature as the sun doesn't work, nothing will. I just wish I knew how they made it. All the stuff seems to be made of the same material, too. There's even a tarp of some kind that has the same characteristics, but it's flexible. I wonder how they did it? There is absolutely nothing that can damage it." "That's interesting. I wouldn't mind having a few things made out of that material!", Lori replied. She had a few things now, she thought. "Me, too. Everything would last forever, which explains why it's the only thing remaining of the people." "Well, good luck with everything! I need to be going. I'll be keeping an eye on the media for the results of the find.", Lori said as she walked to the exit, full of excitement. "Ok. Thanks for everything! Take care.", he replied as he continued on his way. Lori returned to her apartment 4 hours later and unpacked. She was tired from the drive, and from not getting much sleep last night, so she relaxed on the bed and fell asleep for a few hours. There were a few things she needed to get done that day, and she felt much better after the nap. Shopping needed to be done, so she got up and made a list. The outfit was on her mind, and a crazy idea entered her head. She opened the bottom drawer of her dresser where she had put the outfit earlier and removed it from the drawer. It was calling to her, and she couldn't refuse. She removed her clothes and was about ready to put on the outfit when an idea occurred to her. A pair of nylons would sure be nice to wear under the boots to help them slide off easier, so she got a black pair out of another drawer and pulled them on her legs. The boots slid on easily and felt much less uncomfortable in the toes. Lori placed the corset around her waist and neck. The gloves she could do without, Lori thought. She slid the disk out of the corset and pushed the button, but nothing happened. She pushed it again, but the clothing didn't lock shut. "What's the matter?", she said, and looked at the gloves still lying on the bed. She slid her hands into the gloves, and pulled them up to her shoulders, and pushed the button. The clothes locked on. The locking mechanism obviously wouldn't work unless the entire outfit was worn. She became more intrigued, and aroused. A pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt left only the bottom of her boots, her gloved hands and the top of her choker showing. Her jeans were way too big, since the corset took at least 6 inches from her waist, so she found her tightest pair and a belt. They were still a little baggy, but the belt made them look acceptable. "This is going to be fun!", she said as she put the disk into her corset and walked out the door. The malls and stores were crowded, but she still had fun in her new outfit. The tightness of her corset caused her to walk with a sway, and the 5 inch heels compounded her difficulty walking, but she felt wonderful. She wanted to shop all day, but her feet were killing her. The corset was very tight and hurt her waist and back as well, so she decided to go home. Upon entering her apartment, she set her bags down and went into her bedroom. The disk was safe in her corset, and slid out when she reached for it. She pressed the button and the corset exploded open loudly, causing her to fall back onto her bed. Her entire mid-section hurt for a few minutes, then passed. She had been wearing the outfit for over 5 hours. The gloves were snug but slid off after struggling with them for a few minutes. The boots slid off easily, and she sighed with relief when her feet were finally free of the tight pointed toes and stiletto heels. She sat and rubbed her feet for about 10 minutes, wondering how anyone could possibly stand wearing the boots for any period of time. They forced her toes into a short point, and she wanted to slide her feet out of them earlier, but it was impossible without unlocking the entire outfit. Although she had walked miles on pavement, the bottoms of the boots weren't even scratched. The clothing was obviously made of the same indestructible material. When she stood up, she had to get used to not being in the stilettos and the corset -- and the forced sway. After about an hour, she felt normal again. Every time she left her apartment, Lori wore the outfit. She devised many cover-up outfits to disguise the outfit, and she found herself getting out and doing things a lot more often now. Even going out and taking long walks for hours at a time. Lori tried to wear the boots alone many times, but she found that her feet would hurt immediately if the boots weren't locked. The balls of her feet would hurt a lot, so she bought some gel cushion inserts designed to relieve high heel pain which helped considerably. They fit in the toe box of the boots, but not very well since the toes of these boots were so short and pointed. When she used the gel inserts, they would squeeze tightly against the balls of her feet when the clothing was locked. Walking felt soft. Her toes still hurt all the time though, since nothing could change the short and pointed toes of the boots. The gloves could be worn alone with no problems. Amazingly, the gloves and boots were warm and kept out all water, but Lori never got too hot while wearing the outfit. She wanted to wear the outfit always, but after long periods of time her feet and waist would begin to hurt -- intensely if she ignored it -- so she was forced to remove the outfit upon returning home. Many times she tested the strength of the outfit. She tried removing the gloves and the boots without unlocking them, but never had any luck no matter how hard she tried. The same was true for the corset. No matter how hard she pulled at the corset to open, it wouldn't open. Lori was convinced that there was nothing anywhere which could unlock the outfit from her body except for the disk. Lori returned home one evening after being out most of the day, and the outfit wasn't bothering her too much, so she left it on after taking off her cover-up clothes. Never had she gone so long in the outfit; 10 hours had passed since she put it on. She later got ready for bed, and was still wearing the outfit, so she crawled into bed, still wearing it. It had never crossed her mind to wear it to bed, and the idea excited her for some reason. She turned out the lights and immediately fell asleep. Lori woke up around 3am with severe pain in her chest. She knew she would have to remove the corset, so she turned on the light and got out of bed. When she stood up, the pain lessened. She rubbed her waist with her gloved hands for a few minutes as the material squeaked like leather. The pain faded and her chest felt much better. As she began walking around the apartment, her back cracked a few times, then she felt fine. Upon returning to her room, she felt very little pain, so she turned off the light and crawled back into bed and fell asleep. The next morning she woke and got out of bed. The outfit was still on her body, and she had forgotten that she was even wearing it until she rolled out of bed and her stiletto heels met the floor. It thrilled her that she went so long without removing the outfit, and she became extremely aroused. She felt the corset with her hand and rubbed her chest. It excited her immensely. She placed her hand below the corset and began rubbing herself, and fell back onto the bed. The excitement was incredible. She breathed heavily and rubbed herself between her legs, harder and harder. Her gloved hand slid smoothly on her nylons, and an orgasm exploded -- lasting 20 minutes as she continued to rub herself. She lied on her bed for an hour, recovering, and thinking about what just happened. Nothing like this ever turned her on so much, and she was in heaven. The day passed, and the outfit was still locked onto her body. She was tempted to wear it to bed again, but thought she had better remove it since she had been wearing it for over a day and a half. The disk was still in the corset, and she slid it out and pressed the button. The corset loudly snapped open, and everything unlocked from her body. This time, the pain in her chest was unbearable, and she wrapped her arms around her chest and waist trying to relieve the pain, but it wouldn't stop. She squeezed the disk again and the clothing locked shut. The pain slowly faded away. Lori sat on her bed, breathing heavily, rubbing her waist, and wondering what she was going to do. She knew that she couldn't leave it on. After rubbing her waist and chest for about 20 minutes, she tried again, and pushed the button. The corset snapped open and her chest exploded with pain. She screamed and tried to relieve the pain, but it got worse. The disk fell out of her hand and onto the floor. She tried to bend down, but the pain was unbearable. She lifted her foot and used the high heel on her boot to push the button. She stood on the disk and it clicked. The corset locked shut, and the pain slowly faded away once again. Lori picked up the disk and put it into her corset pocket. Her chest was still a little sore, so she rubbed it for a while before crawling into bed. She lied there, thinking about the outfit on her body, and what she was going to do, and finally fell asleep. The morning arrived, and Lori crawled out of bed. Nothing woke her up last night, and the corset was still locked tightly around her waist. She placed her gloved hands on her waist, and realized that she could almost close her thumb and middle finger completely around her waist. It had gotten tighter over night. The distance between her fingers around the corset was at least an inch smaller. This began to frighten her, and she knew she had to get the corset off. Her feet hurt, so she rubbed them through the boots, and the pain faded. She had to try again, and had an idea. She walked into the living room and removed the disk from her corset, placing it on the table. Then she quickly ran towards her bedroom as fast as her stilettos would take her, and the corset snapped open loudly as she fell onto her bed. She lay there squeezing her chest, rolling around on her bed screaming, as the pain exploded through her. The disk was in the other room, and it was impossible to get to it in her state of pain. All she could do was stay on her bed and fight the pain. After about 10 minutes, it slowly started to fade, but she was still in a lot of pain. She continued rubbing her chest, and after about an hour she could sit up. Even thought she still hurt, she was relieved to finally be free and pulled the corset from her body. Lori pulled the gloves and managed to work them off her arms. Then she slid the boots off her feet, and they immediately began to hurt, but it was nothing compared to the pain earlier, and it faded in a few minutes. She rubbed her feet for a while then stood up. Her calves were stiff from being in the stiletto boots for so long, so she had to walk on her toes until she could stretch her calves better. Her back cracked every few steps for about an hour, and she sighed with relief with each crack. She returned to her room, sat down and peeled off her nylons. They were damp from being sealed between her legs and the boots. She fell back on her bed and fell asleep, relaxed. The outfit and the people who designed it were on Lori's mind. She decided to make a call to Roger at the lab to see if he had any news. In her purse she found the number of the lab, and made the call. "Hello Roger! It's Lori. How's everything?", she asked. "Hello there! Everything's going well. We're slowly figuring out a few things, but most of it is still a mystery. We've been working nonstop trying to analyze that material, but have pretty much given up on it. A friend of mine in the nuclear testing area tried a few things with it as well. He placed one of the smaller artifacts in a reaction chamber and exposed it to both a fission and a fusion reaction. The artifact wasn't damaged at all. It's incredible. Also, the material has some other strange characteristics. The tarp we found was unintentionally left covering a fallen leaf from a plant in one of the labs. When we discovered the leaf under the tarp, we found that the leaf didn't age. The other fallen leaves were all old and dried up, but this leaf looked as if it had just fallen. With further testing, it was discovered that the material prevents aging and growth of new cells. This stuff is incredible. And remember that box that we couldn't open? Well, one of the guys found some sort of keyhole in a well hidden compartment. We can't find any key, but a small section of the lid to the box slid off when he tried to pick the lock. It exposed some strange pictures and writing. The pictures are of a beautiful woman holding a coin. Quite strange, really." Lori swallowed hard. "What does the woman look like? What is she wearing?", she tried to ask calmly. "I'm not sure what she's wearing really. Her waist is very small though, and she's wearing really high heels. We're trying to figure out the writing and have had pretty good luck with it. We think it's about the coin, and being in total control. It mentions that something is completely impossible without the coin, and the word `impossible' is heavily stressed. It seems pretty meaningless really. It probably means that you can't have women if you don't have money.", he chuckled. Lori took a deep breath. She knew what it all meant. "Wow. That is bizarre. I'd like to know what else you find out. Maybe I'll call back in a few weeks." "That would be great. We should have more answers by then. It was great hearing from you. I'll talk to you in a few weeks then. Bye!", he replied. "Goodbye.", she said as she hung up the phone. Lori sat and thought about the conversation she just had. Being locked into the outfit, and at the mercy of another person to remove it. At least they designed the outfit such that it couldn't be accidentally locked on for life. And the material prevented anything from aging. That explained why there was no odor when she wore the outfit for long periods of time, and her nylons never wore out. Her fingernails weren't growing much lately, either. It must be the gloves which are responsible, since they were being worn so much. Her waist was beginning to take the shape of the corset. Since the corset was getting smaller, it must be automatically maintaining a constant tightness around her waist since her waist was getting smaller. She thought of how terrible it would be to be unable to remove the outfit. The words 'impossible' stuck in her mind. It meant that the people created the outfit such that is was completely impossible to remove without the disk. Lori shuddered at the thought. Lori didn't want to think about the outfit; it scared her. All she could imagine was how powerful it was. They were a strange people, and probably destroyed themselves. She went 2 weeks without wearing it, but was getting anxious. She almost felt naked without it, and even felt uncomfortable without the heels. Her feet had already began taking the shape of the boots -- the short pointed toe and the high arch. She had to see the outfit and feel it again. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Feelings of arousal were stirring within her, and the pleasure it had brought her. She couldn't resist any longer. It was in the bottom drawer of her dresser, as gorgeous as the day she first had seen it. She removed the outfit from the drawer and set it on her bed. There still wasn't any sign of wear. The locking mechanism was such a mystery, and she looked at the opening on the corset trying to see how it locked shut, but had no clue. She rubbed her hand across the corset, along the outside, then the inside, and held it against her chest. Her breathing became heavy, and she unbuttoned her shirt and jeans. She removed her shirt and slid her jeans off, and held the corset against her bare chest. It felt intoxicating, and she sighed loudly. In the top drawer were a pair of new black nylons, and she quickly grabbed them and pulled them up her legs. She slid the boots on and up to her thighs, and rubbed her hands down the shaft of the boots, stopping at the stiletto heels. She stood up and took a few steps in the boots. At first, she used to have difficulty walking in the high heels, but after hours and hours, day after day, and with the help from the inserts she got used to it. The corset was next, as she picked it up and put it around her chest. She was getting so excited that she had forgotten about the fear and pain it had caused. The gloves slid up her arms up to her shoulders, and her breathing and heart rate were racing. She slid her hand down the front of her corset, and slowly rubbed herself between her legs. Her breathing increased as she began losing control of herself. She worked the disk out of her corset and pressed it, and the outfit instantly locked tightly onto her body. She screamed with excitement when the outfit locked shut and rubbed herself faster. She dropped the disk and fell onto her bed, climaxing, rubbing herself faster. The contractions lasted about a half hour as she continued rubbing herself, then slowly stopped. Lori lay there relaxing, fully content. She would wear the outfit again, but would remove it at the end of each day. The same mistake wouldn't be made again. The disk was on the floor somewhere, so she began searching for it. It was near the dresser, and she picked it up and put it into her corset. Lori spent the entire day in the outfit, and had a wonderful time. The forced sway of her walk, the sound the outfit made as she walked, the sound of her high heels -- just the feel of the outfit excited her. Her waist was so small -- smaller than ever before -- and she looked gorgeous. She felt the tight corset with her hands, coming to realize how strong it really was, and how it felt to have an indestructible device locked so tightly around her waist. It was getting tighter. The outfit would never wear out. Her feet hurt that evening, as did her chest, so she would definitely take the outfit off. She slid the disk from her corset and squeezed it. The corset exploded open, and the gloves and boots loosened. The shock of the corset exploding open was something she would never get used to. She rubbed her chest a little, noticing the shape of the corset that it was taking, as she sat to remove her boots. Just as she was about to pull them off the phone rang. She stood up and ran to the phone, dropping the disk on the way, but the phone stopped after 1 ring. She turned around and bent down to pick up the disk in the middle of the floor. As she walked back to her room, she stumbled slightly and the disk slid between her gloved fingers. She grabbed for the disk as it fell, and knocked it into her right boot. Her hand went after the disk, but she could feel the disk slide down between her nylon'd leg and the boot. It slid smoothly past her calf, down her ankle, and hit the surface of the boot where the heel of her foot rested. Then it slid down under her arch and stopped under the ball of her foot, between her foot and the gel insert. She carefully lifted her foot and the disk slid further into the pointed toe of the boot. The tip of her toe was barely touching the disk, and it was stuck in front of the gel insert. Standing only on 1 foot, she lost her balance and used her right foot to regain stability. Her toe pressed harder against the disk, and it clicked. The toe tightened and pulled the disk away from her toe and into the front of the boot, and the clothing locked onto her body. "No!", she screamed as she fell to the ground and pulled on the right boot to remove it, but it was locked tight onto her foot. She pulled harder, with all her strength, but it didn't budge. Her heart was racing as she continued pulling, screaming with fear. Many times in the past she tried removing the boots without the disk, but gave up because she knew it couldn't be done. The boots could never be removed without the disk, and Lori knew that. She stood up and tried shifting her weight to activate the disk, but couldn't even feel the disk anymore. Next she began kicking her heel downward to knock the disk loose, but she still couldn't feel the disk. It was tightly locked into the pointed toe of the boot where it would stay. She tried pulling the gloves off, but they were locked on tight as well. She reached around her back with both hands and tried to pull the corset open, but she could hardly get her gloved fingers between the corset and her skin. After working her fingers under the corset, she pulled as hard as she could. It didn't move at all. She tried to peel the gloves from her arms again, but they were locked around her elbows and couldn't be slid off. She sat down and shook. She was terrified. There was nothing that could remove the outfit from her body except for the disk, and it was locked tightly in the boot where it could never be activated. The distance between the disk and the outfit would never exceed a few feet -- not nearly the 10 foot required for the safety to unlock the outfit. She tried again to move her toes and feel the disk, but it was no use. It was too tight to feel anything, and the disk was gone. Lori sat for over an hour, trying to accept what had just happened. Fear ran through her body, and she was in a state of total shock. She ran her gloved hands across her tight corset, then down her boots. Her body shook because she knew she was locked into the outfit for life. Lori didn't get much sleep that evening. Most of the night she was awake, trying to accept what had just happened. It was still hard to believe, and to accept -- she could never remove the outfit. She moved her toes and felt the slick surface of the gel insert, but no disk. Finally, she fell asleep. The next few nights went the same way, and she was getting sore. Her back, chest and feet all hurt. The corset never felt loose; it was constantly tightening as her waist became smaller. It sounded and felt like pavement when she knocked on the corset with her knuckles, and was just as hard since it was so tight. A few months passed, and Lori was beginning to adjust to the outfit. Her waist was now only 22" around. Living in 5" heels was easier, but her feet still hurt a lot, though the gel inserts made it less painful. There was still no visible wear on the boots, and the bottoms were still not scratched. When she took showers, the water ran off the material of the clothing leaving it completely dry at all times. She cut her nylons off where they met the top of the boots. The boots were slowly getting smaller as well. The whole outfit was designed to maintain a constant tightness, and when the wearer adjusted, the outfit adjusted as well. The toes were getting shorter and more pointed, and the whole front of the foot was being forced back towards the heel so the heels felt as if they were getting higher. The only things that weren't getting smaller were the gloves, but they were still quite snug. Many months passed, and Lori opened an erotic clothing store. It was necessary to explain why she dressed the way she did. She would add a few items to give the impression that her outfit changed. Over 3 years had passed since Lori was locked into the outfit, and there was still not a single indication of wear. It was part of her life now, and she accepted it. The corset finally stopped contracting when her waist reached 20", but it was still always tight. It had been a long day, and Lori didn't get much sleep the past few nights due to working late and getting up early. She was getting ready for bed and entering her bedroom when her heel caught the carpet, causing her to fall hard onto the floor. Her foot hit hard against the dresser. She stood up and stumbled to her bed, and rubbed her foot. It felt sore, but she was able to walk. After she crawled into bed, she moved her toes and felt something strange in her boot. It was something loose in the toe. It was the disk! The fall against the dresser must have knocked it loose. Since the toes of the boots were getting smaller over the years, the disk must have become loosened and the jolt was enough to set it free. Lori lifted her legs out of bed and sat on the edge of her bed. She tapped her heel on the floor as she raised the front of the boot, and the disk slid below her toes. She slowly forced her toes against the disk and it clicked. The corset popped open loudly, and the clothing unlocked from her body. Lori fell back on her bed as excruciating pain filled her chest and feet. After 5 minutes, she passed out. Lori woke up, 4 hours later, with intense pain in her chest and feet, but not like earlier. She lay there, rubbing her chest and felt the opening in the back of the corset. It wasn't a dream! It was unlocked! She sat up and removed the corset slowly, as the pain shot through her body. Her waist was so small it scared her, but she was free of the corset. She slid the boots off and her feet throbbed. They were a lot smaller, and her toes were pointed towards the middle of her foot. The gloves took about 10 minutes to remove, and her hands looked unchanged. Her fingernails hadn't grown. The disk fell out of the right boot onto the floor. After an hour of trying to relieve her pain, she stood up and found herself unable to flatten her foot. The stilettos changed her ankles and calves such that she couldn't walk. She found a box of 5" heels from the store and slid them on her feet. Size 6 didn't fit; they were too big, so she found the smallest size -- size 5 -- and found them to fit perfectly. Lori picked up the disk and held it for a few minutes. Never did she think she would be holding the disk again, as she slid it back into the corset and placed the outfit back into the bottom drawer. She knew it would come back to haunt her again. It had been 5 months since she was free of the outfit, but was still unable to walk without 5" heels. She was quite used to the heels, so they didn't bother her anymore. At least she could take them off now, and that was enough. Her waist was 22", and would stay at that measurement. She thought about the outfit a lot, and was getting very anxious about it. One day, she gave in to temptation. Lori opened the bottom drawer and removed the outfit. She had no control of herself. She undressed down to a pair of nylons, and held the outfit to her body. For over 3 years she was locked into the outfit, and still it excited her. She brought the outfit with her to her bed and sat down. The boots were first to go on. They slid up her legs smoothly over the nylons, and were still snug in the toe. The gel inserts were still in the boots. Then the gloves. They were always more difficult to wear, but she managed to work them up to her shoulders where they belonged. She held the heavy corset in her arms for a while then stood up, placing it around her waist and neck. There was still around 4" of space between the openings at her waist. She slid the disk out of her corset and held it in her gloved hand, teasing with the button, not sure if she would press it or not, applying a little more pressure each time. The disk clicked and the outfit locked tightly on her body. She could feel the boots tighten all over, the gloves becoming snug, and the corset squeezing her waist tighter and tighter. Her waist was smaller than ever, and she could feel it. She took a few steps, bringing back memories of when she wore the outfit -- how it forced her to walk a certain way with a certain sway. It felt wonderful, and she knew she wouldn't be able to ignore the outfit. She held the disk for a few minutes, then began to slide it into the pocket in her corset. As soon as she inserted the tip of the disk in the pocket, something seemed to grab hold of the disk and quickly pulled it into the pocket, making a sharp snapping sound. Lori quickly forced her finger into the pocket, but the disk wasn't there. It was drawn into the corset somewhere. She screamed, and pushed on the corset with her gloved hands trying to find the disk, but it wasn't anywhere. "NO! NO!", she screamed as she tried pulling at the corset. It was locked. This time, the disk was locked somewhere intentionally. The outfit was designed to lock on permanently to the wearer when the time was right, and that time was now.

Company Property By Zon18 [email protected] (mc, md, gr) If you have gotten this deep into this website, then you already know that if you aren't an adult... GET THE HELL OUT!!! No minors, please. What follows is a work of original erotic fiction. If you would like to repost it somewhere, please just drop me a line to let me know. Such requests will rarely be refused. I am indebted to my new collaborator Ariel... her aid was invaluable in bringing this story to fruition. I hope that you enjoy. Lastly, please visit my Yahoo!Club at http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/mrzsclub for all interested mind controllers. Questions and comments always welcome. CHAPTER 1 DAY ZERO: Tuesday John Mason sat back in his chair after a long day of work. He rubbed his eyes and could still feel the hum of the computer pressing into his head. 'I've got to stop working so hard,' he thought. 'The company can almost run itself.' But, he shook his head at that. It was obviously wrong. He was putting all of his effort into the business, yet they still were barely turning a profit. "Damn, Ultrasoft!" he said into his hands. "If they keep tying up the fucking market, we'll never get off of the ground." "It's not their fault," a voice said as someone entered the room. He looked up and saw a tall redhead standing there, Christine Amundsen, his Vice President. She had worked at M-COM for the last three years, each one more bitchy than the last. "Hi Christine," he mumbled. 'That's all I need. As if today wasn't hard enough,' he thought. "Hi John. I see you have a new bimbo working in your front office." "Whatever do you mean?" he asked playing dumb. "That Cindi with an 'I' out there." "Ohh, Miss Kelly? She was just bumped up from the secretarial pool. She's only been here a few days." Ahh, yes. But what a few days it had been. There was the miniskirt on Monday and the push up bra today. 'I can't wait for Wednesday!' he thought. "She will be an invaluable secretary." "I'm sure she will. I should get you brought up on discrimination charges for the way you run the secretaries. Mine is such a dumb bunny she can hardly answer phones, let alone type!" "Christine, get off of it." "I will not get off it! I'm serious. I can't take it anymore." "Is there some reason you came in here to bother me other than the secretaries?" "As a matter of fact, there is. Consider this my two weeks notice. My last day is a week from Friday. I am leaving you for Ultrasoft, John-boy. My resignation is in your mailbox." 'Oh, shit. If she gets over there she can take all of our new designs with her,' he thought. Sure, it wasn't supposed to happen, but everyone knew that it did all of the time. Why else would they take one of his upper management people that had access to every high security project they were running. "I can't talk you out of this?" "No, John. I've had enough of this piss-ant company and its idiotic president." "As long as you're not burning any bridges..." he murmured. "I don't give a fuck! Ta-ta." "Great," John sighed and with that she turned on her heel and left the office. On her way out she almost bumped into a man in a tie and tennis shoes on his way in. "John, got a minute?" he asked. "Barry! Yeah, come on in!" He and Barry Miskowicz went to college together what seemed like ages ago. Barry had studied computer sciences and John had had the business degree. Together they had formed the company and Barry was now John's chief programmer. "Having some trouble with Miss Amundsen?" "Barry, she gone... You can call her the Bitch or whatever name you techies have given her." Barry laughed. "What's going on? You look tired." "Well, Christine is leaving the company and taking God-only-knows-what with her over to Ultrasoft." "Ooo, that's bad. Is she gone for good?" "No, she's given her two weeks." "Hmm, that's convenient. So, she'll use her computer?" "Yeah... I mean, I guess so. Why?" "I've been working on a program to improve morale and I think you might want to adapt it to this purpose." "Lay it on me." "Okay, you know how subliminal messages work?" John shook his head. "They are delivered at a higher rate of speed than the conscious mind can detect, but the subconscious can read it and decides actions for the conscious mind to pursue. Thus, if a subliminal message can be delivered enough times, then it can alter a person's behavior!" "That's interesting. But, how does that help me?" "John, wake up! The program I'm working on is a screen-saver that has subliminal messages embedded in it. If you tell the program to deliver intense messages about loyalty to the company and a desire to keep one's job..." "Are you saying that it could stop Christine from leaving?" "Eureka! There are brain cells left in there! Praise the Lord!" Barry yelled. "All right. All right. Let's do it. The worst that will happen is that she leaves the company anyway. You're sure it's undetectable?" "Yes. The program works perfectly. I'll install it on her computer from my console and we'll see. You should know by the end of the day tomorrow." "Thanks, Barry. You may have just saved the company." "No problem," he said on his way out. John finished up at his desk and arranged his office for the morning. He always liked to be greeted by a clean desk. With that finished he headed for home with a spring in his step and looking forward to the next day. CHAPTER 2 DAY ONE: Wednesday Christine walked into the office wearing her gray business suit, short high heels, and her hair tied up. She stopped at the security desk to check in like every other day. The guard looked up at her and said, "Ms. Amundsen. You're looking lovely today." "Thanks, Ralph." She thought, 'He's always so nice to me. And he's right.' Her gray skirt went to just beyond knee-length and the padded shoulder sportcoat helped to increase the size of her slight frame. "Something special going on?" "Huh? Oh... I'm just in a good mood, I guess. You know, the sunshine and all." "Sure, sure. Well, have a good day." "Thanks!" she said as she got onto the elevator and rode up to her office. "I guess John didn't want the staff to know yet... He'll probably put out a memo three weeks after I'm gone," she chuckled and shook her head at the inefficiency of the company. 'I don't know what they'll do without me around here,' she thought. "The whole place is likely to fall apart!" she laughed at the thought of John's precious business going up in flames all because she was leaving. The elevator arrived at her floor and she stepped off. A few people said hello to her in the hall, but she passed by them almost without notice. 'They won't matter in a few weeks, anyway,' she thought. She unlocked the door to her office and turned on the light. Christine set down her briefcase and she walked to her desk. She sat in the leather chair that she had grown accustomed to and looked at her cluttered desk. "Huh? That's odd. I don't remember leaving the computer on." She looked at the spiraling screensaver and almost went to shut it off... but then said, "I might need to get some files later." So she left it on while she looked through the files scattered around from yesterday. As she went through the desk putting away her notes and memos for later she noticed that she kept looking at the screensaver. One minute she was putting something in her hand and the next thing she knew... she was staring at the screen. Christine shook her head and said, "I really need to get more sleep." She checked her watch and saw that it was 11:00! "What the hell? It feels like it's only 9..." she trailed off as her eye was drawn to the monitor again. "Hey, Miss Amundsen?" Christine blinked hard and looked away from the computer screen with difficulty. Standing in the doorway was her ditzy secretary. "Miss Amundsen, I'm leaving for the day. Do you need anything?" "Leaving, Kathy? But, it's only noon..." she trailed off as she realized that the sunlight was casting long shadows through the windows. Kathy laughed and said, "Noon! No way, it's five o' clock!" She tilted her head and said, "Miss Amundsen?" she asked in a high pitched voice. "I heard a rumor that you're quitting. Is that true?" "Oh my god! I can't believe that I was going to quit! I've got to get to John's office." Christine jumped up and ran across the room. Kathy had to jump out of her way and Christine called back, "I'll see you tomorrow." "Bye, Miss Amundsen," Kathy called back. She shook her head and wondered why her boss was so out of it today. Christine ran the whole length of the deserted floor to get to John's office. His secretary had already left, but he usually worked late. She burst through the door and panted, "John, we have to talk!" He looked up from his desk at his vice president. Her dress suit was flattened from sitting all day and her hair was in disarray from her run across the office. He had heard her coming and thought he knew where this conversation was heading. "What is it, Christine?" "I don't want to quit. Please retract my resignation... please," she panted still trying to catch her breath. "Well, I don't know. I mean a resignation is pretty forceful stuff. Were you trying to get a raise or something?" "No... I don't know what I was thinking. This is the best position I've ever held and I can't believe how stupid I almost was. I just want to serve M-COM and help you make a profit. I don't care about the money I make." "Really?" he asked. He thought, 'That's a surprise. She drove the hardest bargain of any VP I've ever promoted.' "I guess I could consider taking you back..." "Oh, thank you!" she started to leave. "Wait a minute. I said I would consider it. You are on a probationary basis until I see that you are serious about returning. That means no contact with the software programmers, no access to sensitive material and you must be on the top of your game." "But, that means all I can do is administrate personnel!" "I know, but it's the only way I can let you keep your position for now." She thought it over for a minute and decided that the job was too important. "Okay, John. I'll play by your rules. Thanks again." With that, she left his office to go home. "You can come out now, Barry. She's gone," John said. "See? I told you that it would work fast enough." "It's amazing. We could sell it to every Fortune 500 company to increase staff loyalty. Under the table, of course." "Of course," Barry laughed. Barry said seriously, "Would you be interested in modifying the message to influence other behaviors?" " Well, sure," John said. "I guess that I hadn't really thought about it." "I just had a great idea. If you're really with me on this one old buddy." "You just name it." "Can we...." Barry began and then went on to describe what he wanted the program to do. John listened closely to what Barry had to say and vistas of opportunities opened before him. "It would really do that? Or not work at all? Are we completely secure?" "Completely, John. If it doesn't work, then nothing would happen." "Let's do it, Barry," John said. They continued to talk at length and when they were finished Barry programmed late into the night. CHAPTER 3 DAY TWO: Thursday Christine wore the black skirt with the white blouse today. She considered it her "power suit" when she added the black sportcoat, with shoulder pads of course. Today her hair was down and she thought it looked pretty nice. She checked in with security again. As she signed in she noticed that she was the first one in this morning. It was 7:30 AM. "Hi, Ralph." The older man looked up at her and felt his heart pick up. He always loved it when her hair was down because it looked more feminine. "Hello, Miss Amundsen. How are you this morning?" "I guess I'm okay." "You look troubled..." "It's just that I was getting these headaches all night and my head is still kind of sore," she replied. "I have some Tylenol if you want it." "No, thanks. I'll be okay," she said getting on the elevator. She was getting in so early today that no one else was on the elevator with her. "Why did I get up so early?" she wondered. "That's really not like me." 'You did it for the good of the company,' her brain answered. "Oh, yeah. That's right. I needed to come in to oversee the staff like John asked." She got to her floor and stepped into the hallway. She fumbled around in the security lit office for five minutes before she found the light switch. The sudden glare made her head flare up, but she squinted her eyes against the glare and found her way to her office. Walking in, she got the strange feeling like someone had just been there. "But, that's nonsense," she said. "I'm the first one in." She sat down behind her desk and saw the spiral spinning its way around the monitor. "I sure am getting forgetful. I left the computer on again! Of course... it's because I went to John's office yesterday afternoon." 'Huh?' she thought. 'Why did I do that?' Her brain answered, 'because you want to serve the company.' "Oh, yeah.... I wanted to remind him what a good worker I was." Suddenly all of that became irrelevant as her gaze was drawn deep into the swirling of the spiral and she sat there in the semidarkness staring blankly at the screen. "Hey, Miss Amundsen?" Kathy asked. Christine awoke from her stupor and took her eyes from the screen with difficulty. The bright sunlight caused her to blink hard as her eyes came into focus. "Yes, Kathy," she asked. "Oh, I just wanted to say I'm going to lunch do you want anything?" Christine almost said no, but as she looked at Kathy something came over her. She trailed her eye up Kathy's long legs, accentuated by her heels, to the swelling of her hips, encased in a black miniskirt, and then up to her chest barely held back by her tight-fitting white blouse. Kathy noticed the look and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Amundsen. I know you hate this miniskirt, but all my laundry was dirty and...." "Hush. That's all right. I understand," Christine said rising from her desk. Kathy was stunned. The Bitch had always given her a ten minute lecture on appropriate dress whenever she wore something above the knee. Christine swayed her way around the desk with her eyes locked on Kathy's straining blouse. "Umm, can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure Ms. Amundsen," Kathy replied carefully. Christine almost grimaced, but then said, "What's your cup size?" She continued to blatantly stare at Kathy's chest and walked within touching distance. "Ummm, I'm a C," she giggled nervously. "That's a good size, a healthy size. I bet all the boys like you." "Uh, yeah I have a boyfriend." "Do you think there's something wrong with my breasts? Is that why no one will date me?" Kathy almost said that it was because she was a bitch. But, she still was sure this was some kind of trick. "Well, you could use a little on top, I guess." "Yes, of course! That's it," Christine nodded vigorously. "I could use some more up top! Thank you, Kathy! These B cups will never do!" "Uh, sure. Can I go to lunch now?" "Yes, yes, go," said Christine as she hurried back to her computer. As she sat down she thought, 'Why did I do that?' Her head answered, 'Because Kathy is beautiful and you want to be beautiful, too.' She furrowed her brow for a second, 'Something is wrong here.' But, then she looked at the pretty spiral and all of her cares and worries flitted away as she fell back into her blank stare in front of the screen. Kathy poked her head into the office at the end of the day and saw the Bitch calmly stroking herself under the desk. "Ahem, Miss Amundsen?" But, her boss didn't look up. "Miss Amundsen?" she asked louder. "Huh? Oh Kathy, again," Christine blinked stopping her hand as she looked up. She acted as though she didn't know what she had been doing. "What is it?" "Dr. Jameson said that tomorrow will be fine for your appointment." Christine replied, "That will be fine." 'What did I make an appointment for?' she thought. "I hear that he's the best enhancer in the business..." Kathy said. "Enhancer?" "Yeah, you wanted a larger bust like we talked about earlier. And then, when I got back from lunch you asked me to make the appointment. Remember?" "Oh... yeah. I guess that's right," she said, even though she couldn't remember a thing. For some reason though she felt herself get wet at the thought of larger breasts and gazed longingly at Kathy's again. "I'm leaving for the day. Okay? The appointment is first thing in the morning at 9:00." "Okay. Thanks, Kathy," Christine was drawn back into the screen and quickly forgot that the discussion had ever happened. But a deep-seated piece of her would remember for her. Distantly, Christine heard someone calling her name. She looked out through the darkness and saw a figure illuminated in the doorway. "Miss Amundsen? I'm locking down the building. Will you be staying?" "You're locking down?" she mumbled. "Yes. It's nine o' clock and I always lock down at that hour. I don't think we've met though. I'm Mark D'Tanglio. I'm night security." "Oh, thank you, Mark." She rose and turned off the computer as she walked around the desk. As she passed him in the doorway she brushed her breasts up against him and said breathily, "Thank you sooo much for coming to find me." "No problem, Miss Amundsen." "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow night," she whispered as she walked out to the elevator leaving him stunned in her doorway. Once the doors closed she thought, 'Why did I do that?' Her head answered, 'Because he's an employee and your job is to keep the employees happy.' "Huh, I guess if it keeps the employees happy, then it's okay." As she said that a quick ripple of pleasure coursed through her body. She sighed quietly and let the elevator carry her down to the garage. After she got home, she made herself dinner and sat down to eat it in front of the TV. She kept flipping channels, however, for some reason her usual PBS and Discovery channel programs just weren't interesting tonight. She switched it to the Learning Channel, usually a favorite of hers, and sat back to watch. 'Tonight on The Learning Channel.... Mysteries of Egypt at 10:00 followed by The Edmund Fitzgerald at 11:00.' She sat back in her chair as the Mysteries of Egypt started, but as soon as the archeologist started talking about pharaohs and pyramids she began to lose interest. "Who cares about all of those old bones! God, this is boring!" She switched the channel and started flipping up and down the dial. She stopped suddenly when she saw a woman in a tight red swimsuit running across the screen. "Look at how those tits bounce!" she said. She sat there transfixed just watching the woman's breasts sway from side to side as she ran down the beach. Christine looked down at her own breasts and thought, 'Mine will never swing around so pretty like that.' The woman on the screen stopped in front of a man and began giving him mouth to mouth in front of the camera. Her breasts swayed lower with each exhalation into the man. "Oh, look...look at those tits..." she moaned as her right hand reached lower and caressed her pussy. The man on the screen began to cough and then he sat up and started kissing the woman. She kissed back as the show went to commercial. "What is this show! I've never seen it before," she said not noticing that her hand continued its work. The announcer said, 'Coming up next time on an all new Boobwatch.' The screen flashed several images, but the one that stuck with Christine was the woman from tonight's show in a revealing red minidress leaning over to fix her stockings and letting her tits almost fall out of the top. "Oh god... oh god..." she moaned as she came from the sight. CHAPTER 4 DAY THREE: Friday Beep.... Beep...Beep.... Christine rolled over in bed and saw the time. "Oh my God!!! I'm late!!" She jumped out of bed and ran to get into her clothes. In her haste she didn't notice that she grabbed her most revealing skirt and blouse combination. The black flowing skirt was at least an inch above the knee and her green blouse had always opened at the top when she least expected it. As an afterthought, she threw on a grey sportcoat as she went out the door. She ran down to her car in mincing steps. "Damn these high heels!" she said. "Why did I grab the 3-inchers!" She minced into the parking lot and located her car. Christine jumped into the car and drove off like a mad woman. As she raced around one corner and the next she almost hit other drivers as she weaved in and out of traffic. Without thinking she turned into a parking lot by the hospital. "What the hell am I doing here?" she said. 'You have a doctor's appointment,' her head replied. "Oh yeah, my doctor's appointment. Nine AM with Dr. Jameson." Now that she remembered why she was here she felt more relaxed and went into the hospital. "Good morning," the receptionist said. "How can I help you?" Christine's eyes were instantly drawn to the woman's breasts. 'So nice and firm.... I love how those fake tits ride high... She looks great in those D cups...' she thought as her pussy got damp. "Ummm, I have an appointment for 9:00..." "Oh, okay. You're Christine Amundsen? Very good. Just have a seat." Christine found a seat and started reading TIME magazine. But as she got deeper into the article on the state of affairs with Russia she found herself fighting to keep reading. It was just so boring. She looked around for a minute and found a People magazine with an article on Brad Pitt. 'He's so sexy,' she thought and she loved every minute of it. Moments later the receptionist said, "Christine, the doctor will see you now." Christine stood up and entered his office. As soon as she walked through the door she was greeted by before and after pictures of breast enlargement surgeries. 'Wait, what's this?' she thought. 'Just keep your eyes on the floor for now,' her head answered. So, Christine looked at the floor and went to meet the doctor. Dr. Jameson looked up from his desk at the woman that had just walked in and began his mental notes. 'Age: 34, Ht: about 5'4", Wt: 125, looks like a 34B,' he thought. "Good Morning! Christine, isn't it? Please have a seat." "Yes," she replied as she sat in the indicated chair. "So, why don't you begin by telling me why you want this surgery." "Surgery?" she asked with a confused look on her face. "Ahem, the breast enhancement?" "What...?" she started to ask but then she heard... or felt a CLICK deep in her mind. "Yes, the breast enhancement. Of course. I want to have larger breasts! Mine simply won't do. I've always felt inadequate and now that there are surgical options... I'm very interested in using them," she said confidently. "All right. Now, um, what is our target enhancement size?" "I was thinking about 36 or 38 GG." She thought, 'Wait! Why did I just say that?' Her head answered, 'Because they will make you look better and you like big tits....' 'Oh yeah,' she thought. "That, um, large?" "Yes, and it's very important to me that I do this." "Well, Miss Amundsen, I don't know. You work for M-COM computing, don't you? What will the other professionals in the office think?" "I don't care. It's my body," she said. "True, true. But, the only women I've ever enhanced to that size were in a more... shall we say... inappropriate business?" "Why, doctor? Whatever do you mean?" "They were in the sex industry in one capacity or another. But, you... you're obviously not going in that direction." "Please, Dr. Jameson, this is so important to me. If you won't do this for me, I'll find another doctor who will." "No, no. I'll perform the surgery. I just wanted to be confident that you were sure. Now, I suppose you'll want the saline implants?" She was about to say 'yes' when something started answering for her again. "No, I want the silicone implants." "But, saline is so much safer and looks more natural." "No! I want silicone! Are you going to do it or not!" she yelled as she stood up. "Relax, Miss Amundsen. We'll do this however you want. I'll schedule you for next month to give you a chance to think about it." CLICK "No, I want this done today. Right now in fact." Dr. Jameson sighed, "All right. I'll get us a surgical room." He had never met a patient that was more insistent than her. He ushered her into the hall and passed her off to a nurse to prep her for the surgery. As Christine followed the nurse she thought, 'Oh my god! What did I just do?' Her head answered, 'You've ensured that you'll have the best tits in the office.' Christine almost came from the thought. Later Friday Afternoon... "Miss Amundsen? Miss Amundsen?" said the voice. "Uhhh.... Huh?" she said. Her chest hurt and she felt incredibly sleepy. "Miss Amundsen? It's Dr. Jameson. Can you hear me?" "Yes, doctor." "Good. The surgery went fine. I think that you'll be very pleased with the result." Christine opened her eyes and looked down at the source of her pain. She was greeted with the sight of two heaping mounds of sheet that blocked the view of her feet. She carefully lifted her hands and moved the sheet back to reveal her now massive tits that had been filling it out. She moaned and slid her hands over them. "Careful. They'll be sore for a while," the doctor said. She moaned as the feeling of her hands sent her pussy to soaking. She carefully rubbed her nipples and felt a fire shooting from them deep into her. Suddenly, she realized that the doctor was watching her and she said, "Oh... Like, so sorry... uh, I was just testing them out." "Of course, well, you got the size that you were looking for. They are 36GG with silicone implants. I am sorry to tell you that I tried as hard as I could to keep a natural look, but with such a large increase on your small frame, the look is...umm... obviously artificial. If you would like to consider taking out a little of the silicone...." While the doctor was talking she started cumming at the thought of her tits always sticking out to be looked at and fondled. She kept her mouth shut so he wouldn't know what had just happened, but by the look in his eye she knew better. He sighed, "Well... consider it in any case. Anyway, you'll need to stay in the hospital through the weekend so we can monitor you." She felt a rush of panic sweep through her. "No! I have to go back to work. Oh my god! I'm going to miss the Friday board meeting!" She started to stand. The doctor pushed her back into the bed and said, "No. I can't let you do that. You had major surgery and you need to stay here. Now then, we can get you a phone so you can call work and tell them what is going on." As she lay back down she realized just how tired she was and said, "Okay. You're the doc. Thanks for the phone." She dialed John's line directly as the doctor left the room. "Hello," he answered. "Hi John. I'm sorry about not calling in this morning." "That's okay, Christine. Kathy told me about your appointment." For some reason, the fact that John knew why she was here made her get horny again. "Oh, okay. Well, it looks like I'm going to miss the meeting, because I have to stay here through the weekend." "That's not a problem. I'll transfer you to the board room and you can give your report on speakerphone." "Thank you, John! I'm so happy that you're not mad." "Of course not. How could I be mad at my favorite personnel manager." Christine felt her pussy clench at the compliment. "Okay, I'm transferring you now." She heard the line click. 'That reminds me of something,' she thought. 'Oh well.' John picked up the line again. "Still there, Miss Amundsen?" "Yes, Mr. Mason." "Go ahead, we're all present." "Very well," she paused and then began from memory. "The state of the company is strong. We have increased profits over last year by 40% and our stock is, like, high. Umm, we have improved customer relations by a, uh, big amount.... And, uh..." "Is everything all right, Miss Amundsen?" John asked. "Yes, sir. I just can't seem to recall the figures." "That's okay. Why don't you tell the board how you personally are trying to improve personnel morale." 'But how am I doing that?' she thought. 'By keeping everyone happy,' her head replied. "Of course, I am improving morale by keeping all of the employees happy." "Yes... But how, specifically?" John led. "Ummm... By... By..." she hesitated. "Come on, Christine. What have you done? Or haven't you been doing anything?" he laughed. She felt sheer terror go through her at the mere thought of John thinking she hadn't been doing her job. CLICK "I've enlarged my tits by at least 70% which should, like, help me keep everyone happy." "Excellent, Christine. And how do they look and feel?" "They are large, round, and firm and they make me very hot." "Good!" 'Oh my god,' she thought. 'What the hell am I saying?' "I like to touch them constantly. I can't wait to show them off on Monday." "Very good, Christine. That is all. I'll have Barry come over with a laptop so you can keep working over the weekend." "Ohh, thank you John!" she moaned. She loved the thought of being able to keep working. "Goodbye, Christine," John said as he hung up and looked around his empty office. "This is going perfectly." He punched the intercom. "Barry, could you get up here. We need to go over the special project." John couldn't wait to make his next move. He and Barry discussed it at length before they agreed to send Barry over to the hospital that evening. Barry looked into the room and said, "Christine? Is that you?" She looked up from the bed and said, "Oh, Barry. Thanks for bringing the laptop over." He walked over and sat on the bed holding the bag in his hand. "No problem. It has all of the files from your office computer on it. You won't have to worry about losing any work time over the weekend." Christine breathed a sigh of relief at that causing her breasts to gently fall. Barry looked at them and couldn't believe how well the program was working. He thought, 'This is much faster than I thought.... I wonder....' He looked at her face again and said, "Christine, are you all right? You look a little flushed." 'Oh, god, he caught me!' she thought. The look that Barry had given her tits had caused her pussy to instantly moisten. "Um, I'm fine... It's just a little hot in here that's all." "Good.... I'm glad you're okay," he replied. 'Do I dare?' he thought. 'Nothing to lose.' "Um, Christine?" "Yes, Barry?" "Bimbo mode..." "What...." she said as her eyes closed and then reopened a second later. "Chrissi has been, like, waiting for you. Chrissi wants you..." "It worked! And she even created a persona for herself! Chrissi, what are you?" "Chrissi is a slut. Chrissi is a bimbo. Chrissi needs to make people happy. Chrissi wants to fuck boys. Chrissi loves cocks. Please let Chrissi fuck you..." Chrissi said. "Not enough time for that... but you can suck my cock." "Yippee!" Chrissi screamed then she sat up in bed and pressed her tits into Barry's lap as she fumbled for his hardening cock. "Chrissi can't wait to suck you... Chrissi loves it soo much..." she moaned. She pulled Barry's cock out of his pants and leaned her tits into him. Then she lowered her head to it and pulled it into her mouth in one slurp. He gasped at the pleasure as she worked him up and down. 'I can't believe that this is the Bitch sucking me off!' he thought. But, soon all thought was eradicated as the pleasure became too intense and he came into her mouth. She moaned as it hit the back of her throat and swallowed it all down as fast as she could. "Thank you, Master," Chrissi said as she sat back in bed. He looked at her tits and even though he had created the program he still couldn't believe it. "Well, Chrissi... you can cum now." She moaned and moaned in ecstasy as the orgasms ripped through her over and over. "Chrissi thanks Master, Chrissi thanks Master, Chrissi..." she sighed. Barry zipped his pants back up and made her lay back down in bed and covered her new tits. He surreptitiously rubbed her tits as he did so and she moaned quietly again. "Chrissi listen closely. I will see you again very soon. Normal mode." She blinked hard and heard/felt that weird CLICK again. "Barry? Was there something else you wanted? I thought you said something just then..." "Me? No... just dropping off the laptop. Let me set it up." He set the laptop on the table over the bed and turned it on. The screensaver started up immediately and he watched her eyes quickly drawn to the center of the spiral. "Go ahead and do your work. I'm headed home..." "Yes... work..." she moaned as the spiral carried her in. She didn't even hear him whisper, "John won't mind" as he left. The light from the screen reflected off of her face and she felt good and calm again.

Company Property By Zon18 [email protected] (mc, md, gr) If you have gotten this deep into this website, then you already know that if you aren't an adult... GET THE HELL OUT!!! No minors, please. What follows is a work of original erotic fiction. If you would like to repost it somewhere, please just drop me a line to let me know. Such requests will rarely be refused. I am indebted to my new collaborator Ariel... her aid was invaluable in bringing this story to fruition. I hope that you enjoy. Lastly, please visit my Yahoo!Club at http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/mrzsclub for all interested mind controllers. Questions and comments always welcome. CHAPTER 9 DAY EIGHT: Wednesday Chrissi awoke in her own apartment staring at her laptop and the pretty spiral spinning round and round. She looked at the clock and it said 8 AM. She crowed, "Omigod? Like, I'm, like, totally late for work! I need to, like, hurry my ass up!" As she rose a hundred bruises and sore muscles fired into life. For some reason the cramps were mostly in her legs and back while the bruises were mostly on her tits, but she didn't have time to think about what that meant. She ran into the shower on her tiptoes and washed herself quickly. She jumped out of the shower and threw on clothes without thinking. In her haste she grabbed a pair of brown and white saddle shoes with white bobbie socks. She pulled on the plaid bouncy miniskirt over her white panties and tied off a white blouse under her GG tits. Then she pulled her hair into the two blond ponytails on either side of her head again and looked at herself in the mirror. After a moment of gazing over her body, her eyes came to rest on her large tits. As she looked her hands ran up her body to her growing nipples and pinched them through the sheer white fabric. A thrill ran through her and she kept watching as she stripped herself and leaned into the mirror. She looked at her breasts and thought, 'Hmm, my titties are nice and large. I'm so happy that I got such big implants.' At the thought of the word implants a little moan escaped her lips and she rewarded herself with a nipple caress. Following the rush of pleasure that that brought she stared even harder at her breasts. 'My tits are sooo perfect.... They're round and firm and bounce when I walk,' and she moaned at the thought of her tits bouncing in time to her steps. Her thoughts continued with, 'Big tits are sooo sexy. All the boys like girls with big titties.' Chrissi couldn't help but start salivating at how hard the boys got when they looked at her big tits. As she stared into the mirror she accidentally pressed her tits into the glass and the chill caused her nipples to harden painfully. She kept getting hotter and hotter looking at herself and said, "Like, my titties, aren't nearly big enough. They should be bigger to get more boys to notice me. Maybe that nice, um, doctor-guy, could help with that." The thought made something click in her head and she knew that was exactly what she needed to do. She got dressed quickly and ran out to her car for a mad dash to the doctor's office. Dr. Jameson leaned back behind his desk looking over the next patient's file. He mumbled quietly to himself as he looked over the sheets. He couldn't help but wonder about why a woman wanted breasts so large, but it was the latest craze. And it was certainly helping his business. Just then, a young woman burst into his office yelling, "I have to, like, see the doctor!" Her hair was pulled into two blond ponytails, her breasts were barely contained by a tied off blouse, and a plaid miniskirt completed the outfit. She leaned over his desk and shoved her GG breasts into his face panting, "Doctor, you have to, like, help me!" The doctor saw his frazzled secretary over her shoulder saying, "Doctor I couldn't stop her! She rushed past me!" "That's all right, that's all right, Amy. Go on back to your desk and I'll take care of Ms...." "Amundsen," Chrissi answered as she smoothed out her blouse. "Christine Amundsen? My, your look has changed in a week," the doctor said as his receptionist retreated. "I prefer Chrissi, thank you." Dr. Jameson said, "All right. Chrissi, what can I do for you? Please have a seat." She sat down and leaned forward emphasizing her GG implants. "Doctor, um, like, I need to have bigger... um, bigger titties...." "Bigger?" "Uh huh!" she nodded happily. "Then, like, all the boys will want me! Pleeease! Can I do anything to, like, convince you?" With that she seductively ran a finger into and out of her mouth. The doctor thought back to Sunday and said, "Yeah, ahem. I think we could work out an arrangement. I should be able to just inject some more silicone." Chrissi clapped her hands together and jumped up and down. "Yay! The doctor-guy is gonna make Chrissi's tits bigger!" She ran around his desk and slid her body down his. "Ohhh, I'm gonna make you sooo happy that you gave Chrissi bigger titties." Dr. Jameson instantly became hard and Chrissi expertly ran her hand down to his crotch to feel it grow. He said, "Ahem, uhh, I think that I can rearrange my schedule. Just a minute." He hesitantly called over the intercom for his receptionist to cancel the rest of his appointments for the day and have the nurses get the prep room ready. Chrissi said, "Ohthankyouthankyouthankyou...." And she opened his fly one-handed while lowering her mouth to his cock. Her breasts pressed against his thigh as her head expertly bobbed up and down on his dick. He held on for as long as he could, but the combination of Chrissi's expert tongue on his shaft and long fingernails on his balls caused him to cum quicker than he ever had. In the back of his mind he noted that she had somehow vastly improved her technique in just three days. Chrissi lay back on the prep table and watched the funny needle pierce her breast. It didn't even hurt, because the doctor had given her the numby stuff before. She felt an odd stretching as the doctor depressed the plunger and her breasts filled out even further. As they swelled and swelled she moaned, "More! More!" With each expanding depression she felt her pussy getting more and more wet. She knew that those larger tits would be hers forever now. Finally, the doctor said, "There you are, Chrissi. That is as large as I can safely make your breasts for your slight frame. They should meet with your approval." Chrissi looked down again and realized that when she breathed in, she couldn't se past her tits. "How big are they now?" "You carry a pair of full MM's now, Chrissi." As soon as he stopped talking Chrissi came in a violent orgasm and said, "Please, fuck Chrissi now! Fuck Chrissi now!" She pulled him on top of her with such vigor that he was stunned into submission. She scrambled at his crotch and unzipped him. His flaccid cock soon rose to the occasion and she said, "Fuck Chrissi with that big cock.... Please! Now!" She thrust her tongue down his throat and pulled on his hardening dick. As soon as it was ready she positioned it and he thrust into her. All thoughts of office propriety or the fact that they could get caught fled from his head. All that he could think of was Chrissi, her new tits, and a desperate need to fuck her. He watched her tits bounce with each thrust and enjoyed his handiwork. While he watched them bounce and sway he looked up to Chrissi's face and saw that she was watching them with rapt attention as well. That vapid look on her face sent him right over the edge and he came into her for all he was worth. She moaned as an orgasm hotter than the sun burst into her. They both were left panting at the force of it and she giggled, "Thank you for the new titties, doctor." Chrissi sauntered into John's office with a security guard on her arm. He said, "Sir, this girl says that she's your niece?" John looked her up and down. Black six-inch heels with one-inch platform soles highlighted her feet. He trailed up her long legs to the plaid miniskirt that barely covered her ass. Then over the soft rounding of her stomach to the sheer white blouse stretched and tied over her huge tits! Her long blond hair was pulled out into two ponytails on each side of her head. She bubbled, "Hi, Unkie John!" and she bounced over to him to give him a big hug. One tit pressed to into his chest and the other pressed against his back as she wrapped herself around his arm. "Unkie Johnny, thank you for my big titties," she giggled as she rubbed up and down his arm. John said, "Thanks. I'll take care of this." The security guard just nodded and backed out of the room chuckling. John wheeled on Christine and said, "My God, Christine! What the hell happened to you!" "Umm, Unkie John, Chrissi is, like, um..." she began looking at the floor. "Spit it out!" John yelled. "Chrissi is supposed to have big titties. Chrissi likes boys. Unkie John, don't you like Chrissi's titties?" she asked hopefully. John sighed, "Dammit, Christine. They weren't supposed to be this big! Wait a minute. How old do you think you are?" "Chrissi is, like, 18!" John sighed again and realized that something had gone drastically wrong with Barry's program. He pushed Christine away from him for a moment and she stood there dejectedly. John dialed Barry directly and said, "Barry, we have a problem." A few moments later Barry was in John's office looking at the size of Christine's new tits and marveling at how easily his program had erased her personality and installed this new one. Ignoring her he said, "John, she doesn't know who she is any longer. She can't reconcile the programming and her former life, so she created this new persona with you as her 'uncle.'" "Okay, but how do we reverse it?" John said staring at her. Ever since Barry had entered Chrissi had been looking at the floor knowing that she wasn't supposed to talk until someone spoke to her. She felt horrible that she had done something to upset her favorite uncle. "I'm not sure that we can. I'll go back to her office and work on the program for the rest of the afternoon. We can input it into her laptop once I'm done and command her to watch it all night. That should reverse most of the youth programming and implant you as her Master, not her uncle. But, John, the program went farther than I expected. I fear that her intelligence may be irrevocably lost." John sighed again and realized that he had been doing that a lot since Chrissi came in. "Okay, Barry. Do whatever you can. I'll keep an eye on her while you work. Thanks." "Sure thing, man. Sorry about how this turned out." "Don't worry about it. She wasn't going to keep much of her former personality or intelligence anyway." Both of them laughed as Barry left the office. Chrissi knew that they had been talking about her, but she had been totally engrossed in watching her tits rise and fall with her breathing. "Now, Chrissi, what are we going to do with you?" John asked as she looked up hoping desperately for his approval. John pondered her for a moment and said, "Well, Chrissi, what do you want to do with the rest of the afternoon?" "Mmmm," she said thinking for a moment while she ran her tongue over her lips. "I want to, like, thank Unkie John for my big titties!" She pressed them together with her arms and presented them to him for inspection. "Uh, okay! Why don't you show me what you've got," John said with a smile. "Yay!" Chrissi cheered as she undid the knot and her blouse slid from her shoulders to release the MM cups from their restraint. She pressed her chest against his and slid seductively up and down causing John to release an inadvertent gasp. "Ooo, Unkie John likes them," she moaned as she grabbed his stiffening cock through his pants. "Uh huh," John whispered. John thought, 'Dammit! She's finally the slut I've always wanted and now she thinks I'm her uncle!' "Mmm, goodie," Chrissi murmured as she slid down his body and undid his pants. She pulled his hard cock out and set to licking it up and down slowly. "You taste so good," she whispered as she made momentary eye contact. John responded with a loud moan. He thought, 'She makes a hell of a slut, though.' She wrapped her lips around his cock and pulled it into her mouth with her tongue. When John's hands landed in her hair and pulled her head down further she responded by moaning quietly. John looked down at his former Vice President and couldn't believe how this had worked out. Her tits pressed against his legs and her mouth sucked him harder than before. He moaned, "You make such a good fucking slut." Chrissi let out a wild moan and made eye contact with him again. That sent John right over the edge and he released a torrent of cum into her mouth. Chrissi drank it down as fast as she could as though it was the best thing she had ever tasted. In fact, she thought that it was. She leaned back onto her heels and looked up at him, "Like, thank you, Unkie John! You're, like, the best ever!" She went into a giggling fit that ended with her staring at her breasts while they jiggled. John loved watching her stare at her implants, but he knew that someone could walk in at any time. "Um, Chrissi, put your blouse back on and sit over there. I have to get back to work." "Yes, Unkie John," she giggled and did as she was told. John did get some work done for the rest of the afternoon, but not nearly as much as usual. He couldn't stop noticing that unless something held Chrissi's attention she would stare at her tits for hours on end. Finally at about five o'clock Barry came back into the office. "Hey, John," Barry said with a glance at Chrissi's tits on his way by. "Chrissi, ignore us." She quickly looked back down at her chest and was lost in her tits again. John said, "So, what was the problem?" "One of the submission codes had a flaw in it that the brain could interpret as requiring youth. It's complicated, but it should be solved now. I went to her apartment and installed it into her laptop as well, so all we have to do is send her home. She should be back to where you wanted her by tomorrow. Christine will resurface, but she will be on the border between Christine and Chrissi." "Good," John said. "I want to watch that bitch choose to become Chrissi forever. I want her to know that in the end it was her choice." "I remember. So, by morning she will be Christine, but her intelligence will remain where it is now. Send her home, John. I've done all that I can," Barry said. "Chrissi?" She looked up. "Time to go home, honey. Get on your laptop as soon as you get there, okay?" "Okie, Unkie John!" she chirped as she bounced out of the office. Barry and John shared a look as she left. Chrissi threw herself down onto her bed and pulled the laptop up onto it in front of her. She lifted the screen and turned it on. She nervously stuck a finger in her mouth and pulled her gum out in a long string. Then she released it and slurped it back in as she waited for the computer to boot. She snapped her gum and ran her hands over the sides of her MM tits as they mashed into the mattress. "Mmm, Unkie John is so good to me," she moaned as her nipples hardened at the thought of him. "Like, finally," she said as the computer screen came up. It immediately switched to the screensaver that she had gotten accustomed to watching and her eyes glazed over as they followed the spiral around the screen. Her hand slid down over her belly to find her pussy under the skirt and she moaned as it found her clit quickly. Soon all thought and sensation faded and there was only the spiral... only the spiral... CHAPTER 10 DAY NINE: Thursday Christine woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She rolled out of bed and almost stepped on her laptop. "Like, what is that, um, thingie, doing down there?" she asked as she picked it up. She knew what it could do, but for some reason the name was escaping her. She shrugged her shoulders and walked into the bathroom. On her way there she didn't notice the plaid skirt and white blouse that lay on the floor. She felt that her hair was matted down, but pulled out into two ponytails. With an effort she pulled the scrunchies out and got into the shower. As she washed herself she thought, 'I can't wait to get to work and see John.' Just the thought of him was enough to get her pussy going. Suddenly, her mind flashed and she saw herself kneeling naked in front of him, bowing her head as though worshipping his cock. Just as suddenly the image vanished and she panted breathlessly. Getting out of the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror and leaned forward to wipe the steam away. As she did so, the nipples on her MM cups brushed the cold porcelain of the sink and hardened instantly. She gasped in surprise and said, "Like, when did I get such totally awesome titties?" She hefted them and looked at herself in the cleaned mirror. Pursing her lips she thought, 'John will, like, completely love me!' Christine swayed out of the bathroom her hips making an interesting counterpoint to the sway of her breasts. She was completely focused on John as she dressed and didn't even notice what she was putting on. When she was done, however, she looked in the mirror again and was happy with what she saw. Six-inch black platform heels improved the curve of her calf, up to the swell of her hips barely contained by the black spandex minidress. The same minidress had an off the shoulder low neckline that revealed the upper halves of her MM tits. She had mindlessly teased her blond hair out to its best appeal and she flashed a smile at the mirror. Christine clipped her way off of the elevator and towards her office. The dress forced her to walk in mincing steps that accentuated every curve of her body. The building was very dark as it was 6:00 AM, but she felt like she was already late. That thought caused her to hurry her steps and her tits jiggled in time to the bounce of her step. Her tits rubbing against the spandex caused her nipples to harden again and by the time she reached her office she was out of breath from the sensations. She opened the door and sat behind her desk. She let out a sigh of relief and said, "Thank god, no one saw me come in late." She touched a key to bring her computer back to life and settled into her chair. The spiral filled her vision again and sent its soothing words directly into her brain. The feeling was exquisite and before she knew it she was lost again in the spiral. "Ahem, Miss, um, Christine?" Kathy asked having gotten used to waking her boss up before she began to speak. Christine looked up to the door lazily and her eyes were instantly drawn to Kathy's beautiful C cup tits. She licked her lips and said, "Yes?" "Um, there's a Mr. Fullon on the phone for you?" she said. "Fullon? I don't, like, know any guy named Fullon..." she muttered. Then her eyes lit up and she said, "Does he know John?" "I don't know, Christine. Um, he said he's with Ultrasoft?" "Like, okay, um, like, put him on." Kathy nodded and went back to her desk to transfer the call through. Christine picked up the phone and said, "Hiee?" "Hello, Miss Amundsen?" "Yes? Can I, like, help you?" "This is Mr. Fullon. I just wanted to know if you were still coming to work on Monday?" "Monday? Like, what happens Monday?" "You remember, the, ahem, disks?" he mumbled. "Disks?" she asked as her brow furrowed. "Um, you mean the flat thingies?" Fullon was taken aback for a minute and said, "What's going on here? Are you toying with me?" "Toying? Oh! Do you want to, like, play? I've heard that I'm, like, really good at games," she moaned for emphasis. "Miss Amundsen! I take it that you no longer wish to work for Ultrasoft! Good day!" he yelled as he slammed the phone down. "Byee!" she said cheerily. "What a funny man!" She looked back at the computer screen and fell deeply into the spiral. Within seconds all thoughts had faded away and she concentrated on her work. Kathy walked into the office and saw that the sun was casting a shadow over Miss Amundsen's desk. She said, "Christine, let me fix that for you." Christine didn't look up, so she just walked across the office. As Kathy walked behind the desk she saw something move across the screen and paused. She looked closer and saw the spiral moving round and round. Before it pulled her in she mumbled, "Christine?" Christine was shaken out of her reverie by the voice over her ear and turned around. Kathy's eyes immediately fixed on Christine's tits and she said, "Um... those are big...." Christine leaned forward to show off her deep cleavage and said, "Do you like them?" Kathy licked her lips and said, "Yeah... They look so... so fake!" "Mmm, thank you," Christine moaned. Kathy whispered, "I wish I had implants...." She looked down at her C cups and thought they were hopelessly inadequate compared to Christine's MM tits. Christine had a rare idea and said, "We can fix that." "We can?" Kathy asked as she looked up. "Uh huh! Come with me!" She grabbed the secretary's hand and the two of them practically ran out of the office. While Christine drove Kathy couldn't help but keep sneaking peeks at Christine's cleavage. It dipped low each time she reached for the radio or the turn signal and the show was quickly making Kathy wet. She said, "Um, Christine? Will this doctor, um, take me right away?" "Sure!" she exclaimed. "He's, like, a totally cool friend of mine!" "Uh! I can't wait to have nice big titties!" Kathy squealed. Christine looked over at her and had the second thought of her day. She thought, 'Hmm, maybe I can, like, have a big titted playmate!' She giggled quietly as she pulled into the parking lot. Dr. Jameson was sitting behind his desk going over the charts for tomorrow's surgery when the door to his office burst in. He looked up and saw Christine pulling a woman into the office by her arm. He shook his head as he saw his handiwork jiggle in the tight dress. He said, "Chrissi, you're back!" Christine paused for a second and then said, "Doctor, um, my friend Kathy wants, like, bigger titties!" "Yeah! Bigger titties!" Kathy cheered as she threw her arms into the air. "Um, I don't think I can do a surgery on such short notice," he said. Then he watched her face and that of her friend's fall. He quickly added, "But, I might be persuaded...." Christine giggled and pressed her body against his. She said, "The doctor wants to fuck Christine again." He smiled. But, Christine continued, "Please doctor, let my friend get bigger titties today. She really wants them." She grabbed his cock and rubbed her body up and down against him. She knelt in front of him and said, "Please?" She pulled his cock out and put it in her mouth saying, "Pmease?" Kathy watched in rapt attention as Christine sucked the doctor cock until he came into her mouth. Not a drop of it was spilled and by then Kathy thought she must be soaking the chair she was sitting in. The doctor said, "Okay, we can help you today." Kathy cheered, "Yay! Bigger titties!!" Christine stood up and leaned into the doctor's ear. She whispered, "She wants the NN silicone implants.... She told me to tell you, because she thought she would be embarrassed to tell you herself." The doctor pondered for a moment and then said, "Okay, Kathy, is it? Let's get going." He led her into the next room and Kathy left with a huge smile on her face. Christine left the office with a huge smile as well. Christine opened the door to her apartment and threw her purse on the couch. She walked over to the TV and turned it on. The announcer blared, "And Now... Boobwatch!" Christine lay down on the couch and draped her heels over the edge. As she leaned on the pillows, she looked down her chest at the MM tits that stuck out proudly. With one eye she looked at the TV screen and could see the large breasted woman from last week walking into a gym wearing a red leather minidress. Her stockings and platforms matched the dress and her tits cascaded over the top and between the spaghetti straps. Christine said, "Mmm, look at those little titties. Christine's are sooo much better." With a quick giggle she wrapped one hand around her left nipple and massaged it well. The woman on the screen went into the locker room and came out a little while later wearing a pink spandex leotard. It also showed off her breasts to their best advantage and she got up onto a treadmill. As she ran her tits bounced in counterpoint to her steps. With a quiet moan Christine's lips parted at the sight. "Oooo, she's hot! Christine, like, can't wait to see Kathy with her new titties," she moaned. A man ran into the gym and pulled the woman off of the treadmill. Christine thought, 'This show is, like, complicated.' So, she turned it off and went into her bedroom. She stopped in front of the mirror and took her platforms off. She said, "Christine's titties will bounce better than that flatchest." To prove it she started jumping up and down and felt her tits bounce and jar against her chest as she did. The sight of all of that titflesh bouncing in unison got her to moaning again. She thought, 'Chrissi is such a good slut.' That thought sent her right over the edge and she moaned louder than ever before as she came. With a self-satisfied flop she stopped jumping and fell onto her bed in one motion. Then, she leaned over the side and pulled the laptop up after her. With one hand she got undressed while she quickly turned on the computer with the other. "Hurry, hurry," she said while she waited. Shortly thereafter the screen flashed to life and the spiral filled her vision. Inside of her head she felt herself fall deeply into it and once again there was only the spiral... only the spiral... CHAPTER 11 DAY TEN: Friday Beep... Beep... Beep... Christine rolled over and slammed her hand down onto the alarm. With a sigh, she pulled herself out of bed and looked at the clock. It read 7:00 AM. "Oh damn!" she screamed. She rushed out of bed and quickly washed her hair in the sink. She blew it dry the whole time yelling, "Oh god, oh god, Chrissi is so late!" She rushed back into her bedroom and just threw on whatever she could grab. It wasn't until she was out of the door and running down the stairs that she looked at her clothes. The yellow six-inch platforms, the yellow spandex miniskirt barely covering her ass, and the scooped spandex yellow top that her tits jiggled around in while she ran. With a quick sigh of relief she jumped into her car and felt the cool vinyl touch her inner thighs and pussy. "Oh god! Chrissi forgot her panties! No time! No time!" she yelled as she sped away. MEANWHILE Kathy slapped the alarm clock off and rolled out of bed. The maneuver almost pulled her over the edge with it. "Whoa!" she yelled as she landed on her knees. It took her a moment to figure out what was wrong. She could feel her knees on the ground and her hands, but her breasts? She leaned back in shock as she realized that was exactly what she felt! "Oh my god!" she yelled as she looked down at the massive breasts that filled her chest. 'They are least an M cup,' she thought and couldn't help but picture Christine's new rack. "What happened?" she asked raising a hand to her head. She tried to think back, but for some reason the last thing that she could remember was needing to fix Christine's curtains. But, even that thought felt slippery and there was no way that she could figure out what she had done with the rest of her day. She picked herself off of the floor and started off to the bathroom. But, her front heavy chest pulled her faster than she thought and she almost lost her balance again. "Dammit! Why did I get these bastards?" She shook her head and got into the shower. Her breasts banged into the showerhead as she got in and she let out a yelp! "Those things hurt!" she exclaimed. She got through the shower by being careful about where her breasts went. When she got out of the shower and looked in the mirror she couldn't believe how big they were. She fixed her hair a little in the mirror and went back into her bedroom to get dressed. "What the hell am I going to wear!" Christine ran into the lobby and Ralph said with a chuckle, "Good morning, Miss Amundsen." He had gotten used to seeing her rush past in various forms of clothing over the last week and had enjoyed the show. She panted for breath as she went to the elevator and pushed the button. He couldn't help himself, but look at her heaving MM cleavage straining against the spandex of her top. Christine got onto the elevator without saying a word to him. She sighed as the elevator began rushing her to her office. "Maybe John won't, like, fire Chrissi if he doesn't see her coming in late again," she said. Of course, just a week ago she would have remembered that no one in the office came in before 8:30. But, that was before Barry fixed her computer. When the elevator stopped she ran into her office and slumped behind her desk. The computer sprang to life and the spiral started up. She let out a sigh of relief that no one had seen her and she fell into the spiral... into the spiral... Kathy had looked through her entire closet, but she couldn't find any blouses that would contain her new chest. In frustration she put her underwear, hose, and skirt on first. She thought, 'I guess I have to find something.' So she dug into the closet for something to wear. After a while she checked the clock and said, "Oh god! It's 8 o'clock! I have to go!" She grabbed a grey sportcoat and buttoned it around her chest. The cleavage was more than impressive, but she had no choice. She threw her shoes on and ran for the door. Ralph looked up as the woman came through the front door. His eyes quickly told his brain that he must be dreaming. From the waist down, he wouldn't have noticed her, but from the waist up she was unbelievable. He murmured to himself, "Another one?" Kathy walked in with her breasts barely staying inside of the sportcoat that contained them. Kathy didn't meet his eyes as she walked in. She mumbled, "Hi Ralph," and pushed the button for the elevator. Ralph said, "Oh, hi, Kathy! You look nice this morning..." With a sigh and a quick look she said, "Thanks." Then she entered the elevator and pushed the button. As it went up she thought, 'God! He couldn't stop looking at these things! Why did I do this?' She got off the elevator and walked over to her desk. There were no pressing messages for Christine, so she settled in and tried to concentrate on working. Kathy leaned her head into the office and said, "Christine? Ahem, Christine?" Christine looked up and licked her lips as she saw Kathy's new implants. She said, "Mmm, yummy... Like, what is it, Kathy?" Christine looked into Kathy's plunging cleavage as she spoke. "Um, Mr. Miskowicz is here to see you," Kathy said. Barry leaned around Kathy and walked into the office. "Thanks, Kathy. I'll take it from here." He leered at her cleavage before she turned around and went back to her desk. Turning back to Christine he said, "Hi, Chrissi." "Like, hi, Master!" she chirped. Barry shook his head at how well the program had worked. It had taken almost no time at all for her to not need the command word to trigger Chrissi. 'In fact,' Barry mused, 'she seems to be in Bimbo Mode all of the time now.' He said, "Chrissi, what happened to Kathy's tits?" "Oh, like, she wanted to get, um, bigger ones and Chrissi, like, helped her." "Really? Why?" "Because, mm, Chrissi wanted, like, a toy to play with!" She hefted her tits for emphasis. "Did she see the spiral?" "Mm, maybe...." "Okay, well I'll take care of that in a minute. I just wanted to see how you were doing. Don't forget the meeting at 10." "Yes, Master," she moaned as she looked back at the spiral. As Barry left, he said to Kathy, "So, Kathy, could you move for a second? I need to add some updates to your computer." Christine sat at her desk watching the pretty spiral go round and round. Suddenly, she looked up and the clock read 9:55. Without another thought she stood and walked out of her office. She passed Kathy and didn't say a word to her. Kathy, for her part, didn't even notice her leaving because the pretty spiral on her screen was much more interesting. Christine walked in a trance through the hallways, swaying her hips from side to side and pushing her tits and ass out in perfect time. Her scooped yellow spandex top, the yellow miniskirt and her 6-inch yellow platform heels that clipped on the tiled floor accentuated her body and motions. People she passed tried to engage her in conversation, but her mind was filled with one sentence... 'Don't forget the meeting at 10.... Don't forget the meeting at 10...' spun round and around in her head turning into its own pretty spiral pulling down into the core of her mind. She stepped through the doorway of the conference room and her mind snapped open. "I'm here for the ten o'clock meeting," she said to everyone in the room. "Thank you for coming, Christine," John said and everyone chuckled. "Why don't you sit right here." He motioned to the chair across from him and Christine quickly walked over and sat. Christine crossed her legs and could feel her bare pussy sliding between them. John said, "Okay, weekly reports everyone...." A man stood up and said, "Our weekly earnings have exceed our potential resulting in...." Christine could hear the man droning on and on about something, but her mind refused to focus on it. She kept thinking, 'John's cock... I love John's cock... I wish he would let me suck it... Oh god!' That thought got her pussy wet and she let out a slight moan through closed lips. In mild horror, she looked around to see if anyone had heard, but no one looked at her. So, she went back to thinking about 'John's cock... John's big beautiful cock...' "Ahem, Christine?" John asked with a smile. "Are you still with us?" She shook herself to awareness and realized that everyone was looking at her. "Um, like, yes John...." "Good! Now then, Miss Vice President, why don't you tell us how we're doing..." Nervously she stood up to speak to the group. Unfortunately that gave her a better look at John's crotch and she focused in on it like a deer in the headlights. She began, "Um... Like, okay... Our production has, like, gone way up... Um, due to, like, a growth in, um... cocks... I mean, revenues!" She blushed and looked at the group. Everyone was on the verge of laughing at her, but for some reason she loved just being the center of attention for whatever reason. She continued, "So, like..." she glanced over at John's secretary... "Tits are waayy up... and um, wetness... I mean, fitness, of the company has, like, never been better!" She noticed that every man in the room was fixated on the cleavage that was spilling over her top. She moaned again at being the center of attention and felt her pussy get wetter as she thought about John's cock again. She leaned forward to give them a better view of her MM cups and said, "So, like, um... Employee cocks... um, spirits, are at an all time high!" John had watched the whole show with a big smile, but then he composed himself for a second and said, "Chrissi, why don't you tell everyone here what your new job is..." Chrissi said, "Oh that? Like, Chrissi is the new office slut and Chrissi is, like, going to keep everybody really... (she leaned forward again)... happy..." She licked her lips and lifted her tits. "And how are you going to do that?" John asked innocently as he looked around at his staff. The women were obviously mortified, but the men were watching with interest. Chrissi licked her lips again and fixated back on his cock. "Chrissi is going to suck every cock and lick every pussy she can. And Chrissi, like, wants yours right now!" With that she lunged across the table and kissed John for all that she was worth. Then, just as suddenly, she pushed her head over the side of the table and tried to reach his cock with her questing mouth. Everyone in the room was stunned, but the men seemed very interested now. John placed his hand in Chrissi's blond hair as her head tried to go over the table even farther. He knew she could never reach, but he enjoyed the effort. He said, "Okay everyone... Meeting adjourned... Christine needs a rest...." Everyone filed out of the room as Chrissi continued to gyrate and stretch on the table. John continued to enjoy the show for a second after everyone left and then he stood up. Chrissi's hands instantly scrabbled at his crotch trying to open his zipper, but John said, "Stop that now and get up." Chrissi's arms fell to her sides and she got off of the table saying, "Yes, Master." "Now then, let's have a little fun... Christine sugerpop." "Wha-...?" she began and then suddenly all of the memories of the last two weeks came rushing back. The slowly increasing horniness, the need for bigger tits, the teenybopper phase, the gang bang in the bar, and fucking anything that moved. Then, she realized what she had just done in front of every supervisor in the office and that by now everyone in the company knew what had happened. "Oh god!" "Yes," John said as he watched with satisfaction as the knowledge flash across her face. "You are quite the slut...." "Oh god.... Why, John?" "Because... you were going to sell me out to those bastards at Ultrasoft and I couldn't let that happen. Now you won't be able to sell anyone out...." "Oh my god.... I'm so sorry, John...." Nevermind. You are at a crossroads, Christine.... You can either stay as you are, Christine Amundsen, but being forced to work here for as long as I want and having to deal with the constant humiliation of what you've done. Or, you can decide to be Chrissi, my sex slave, my cock hungry secretary by day, and my wanton slut at night. It's your choice... I will leave all of your memories intact either way, but you must decide what you really want." In the following moments, Christine examined her life more thoroughly than she had ever done before and came to a final realization. "John... John.... I don't know how to say this, but.... All of this has really turned me on." She paused before continuing, "I guess... I guess... that somewhere deep inside of me I've always wanted to be controlled. And even with everything you've done... I want you... I want you to own me... make me Chrissi...." "But, my dear, you already are." She moaned at the thought and he said, "Chrissi forever." With John's words a flash of white lightning filled her mind and suffused her to her very core. It warmed her and released Chrissi from deep inside. As Chrissi rose to the surface, she carried with her all of Christine's memories and the knowledge of the beautiful decision she had just made. That knowledge made her want to worship the man who had made all of it possible and fortunately he was standing right in front of her. She fell to her knees and drew his cock out of his pants. With a hungry growl she fell to sucking it and moaned over and over, "Mthank myou, Master... Mank myou, Master...." John smiled and leaned back to enjoy the ministrations of his new secretary. EPILOGUE: 4 weeks later John walked through the front door and approached the security desk. "Morning, Ralph!" Ralph smoothed out his uniform and stood up, "Good morning, Mr. Mason! It's a pleasure to see you, sir." "Thank you, Ralph," said John as he signed in and glanced at Ralph's computer screen. He still chuckled every morning as he thought about how far his little company had come. "How's the wife, Ralph?" A gleam rose to Ralph's eye as he said, "She's very good, sir. She has been very, ahem, accommodating since she came to see the office." "I knew that she would understand how important it is for you to be here early once I talked to her." "Yes, sir," Ralph smiled. "And Chrissi has come in, hasn't she?" "Yes, Mr. Mason. I can't thank you enough for lending her to me in the mornings." "Think of it as a bonus for good work." "Thank you, sir!" Ralph beamed in admiration. "Have a good day." "Thanks, Ralph, I will." John walked into the elevator that had just arrived and punched the floor for his office. As it began to rise he felt that familiar little twang of guilt over everything that he had done. But, after a few moments of thought he set it aside. He mumbled, "There was nothing else I could have done." The little voice spoke up, 'Yes, but did you have to go so far?' John laughed at himself and said quietly, "No, I'll keep you, little voice. No need to alter my perspectives. This is much too much fun." The doors slid open and John walked out onto his floor. A secretary in a normal business suit greeted him. "Good morning, sir," she said from behind her desk as she buzzed him through. He smiled at her and thought, 'With those implants, I'll have to move her back into the general pool soon.' He entered the main office area and looked over the desks. All of his salesmen were hard at work trying to reach their quotas. He glanced towards the front and saw three of his "secretaries" on a dais. If he hadn't known better he would have thought the three blondes were triplets. They wore black leather minidresses that were stretched tight over matching GG tits. But, he did know better... the blond hair dye and implants gave that away to a closer look. All three of them stood posed like mannequins leaning over to show their deep cleavage. One had her back to the salesmen and looked back over her shoulder with a wink. They would hold their positions until... DING DING DING At the tone of the bell, one of the blondes screamed, "Yes, Master!" and she rushed across the room to the salesman who had just reached his hourly quota. He quickly lowered his pants as a digital timer above the two remaining blondes switched to three minutes and began to count down. With wild abandon she threw her mouth onto his stiffening cock and sucked for all she was worth. John smiled as the man pulled her up to kiss him and then lifted her skirt. He thrust in and out of her wet pussy as the counter ran down and the blonde's moans filled the office. The man came just as the clock ran out and the buzzer sounded. With a yelp the blond jumped off of him and ran back to her place. As she posed again, John watched her body twitch with her reward orgasm. He chuckled and left the main room. John walked past his office for the moment and entered the door marked, Barry Miskowicz, Vice President of Programming. The secretary looked up and said quickly, "Good morning, sir!" "Good morning, Kat. How they hanging?" The brunette blushed and leaned over her desk to let her M cup tits press against it. "Just perfectly, sir," she said breathlessly. Her tits spilled out over the top of her black spandex dress and John gave them an admiring glance. "So, Kat, do you like living with Chrissi?" She moaned, "Yesss, sir.... She orders me around all of the time and I love every minute of it. I don't know why I used to hate that...." Kari got a far away look in her eyes for a second and licked her lips. "Ahem, is Barry in yet?" "Oh! Yes, sir. You can go right in." As he left John heard her giggle softly. He thought, 'Barry can have his playthings, but I love how they all still want me.' John smiled at that. "Barry! Good to see you this morning!" "Hey, John. How are you?" "I'm doing very well. I hope that Jennifer didn't keep you up to late last night." "No way. I finally just told her to be done with her nursing job." "It's about time!" John interrupted. "I know... I know... but I had to get the program on Dr. Jameson's computer before she quit. No matter how much she fucked him, he wouldn't leave her alone with it for two seconds. But, that's all been taken care of. We have free breast enlargements for life," Barry chuckled. "Good! That was the last loose end. Now, nothing can stop us my friend. Every company in the world will want to get their hands on our 'motivational screensaver.'" "Very true. Anything else, John?" "Nope! I just wanted to check on the Jameson problem. I'll see you at the meeting." With that, John turned and left the office. He glanced at Kat's breasts on the way out and chuckled softly, "Amazing, with all of these women around me and sneaking a peak at cleavage still turns me on." John entered the door to his office and smiled as Chrissi jumped to her feet. "Good morning, sir." "Chrissi, we're alone." "Sorry, Master! Chrissi is, like, sooo sorry... please don't punish Chrissi, Master..." she whimpered. John let her ponder that for a moment while he looked over the revealing black blouse she wore. It's neckline swung very low to display her impressive MM cup cleavage. A black suit coat lay over her chair for outside, but she knew it wasn't allowed inside the office. John trailed his gaze over her thin waist to the black miniskirt that clung to her legs. John knew that there was no underwear underneath that skirt, because he had ordered it. By this time, Chrissi had noticed his gaze and unconsciously turned her body to show it off to better advantage. John smiled again, "No punishment this time. Any business to attend to before the meeting?" "No, Master," she said while licking her lips in anticipation. "Good, then follow me." With a quick giggle, she cheered and followed him into the interior office. "Okay, slut, tell me what you want." She fell to her knees and moaned, "Please, Master, let this little slave serve you. Let Chrissi suck your cock and make you cum in Chrissi's mouth. Please, Master. Please...." John looked down at her and said, "You have my permission." "Thank you, Master. Thank you...." With rapt attention she undid his pants to release his straining cock. With another moan she dropped her mouth to it and sucked with wild abandon. John watched the woman that he had made his slave suck him for all she was worth and he loved every minute of it. He thought back on everything that had gone on in the last two months and decided that it couldn't have gone better. He thought, 'I made the right decision. I'm so happy....' Chrissi slurped and licked and slurped and licked while she thought, 'Chrissi is a good slut... Chrissi is Master's slave... Chrissi loves to suck cock... Chrissi is soo happy....' Deep inside her mind an unfamiliar voice said, "Yes... Christine is soo happy... soo happy...." And then all thought bled away as her Master's cum roared into her and Chrissi smiled. Again, questions and comments are always welcome at [email protected] And please drop by my Yahoo Club http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/mrzsclub

Krista's Story by Orangutang (F, MM/f, ff, breast, inc, transform, slut) Krista Becomes A Slut Krista and I had been married about three years when things began to go wrong between us. When I say wrong, I don't really mean that there were any fights or anything. The problem was that the sexual spark bewtween us just died. I had always been a bit of a pervert, but not in any harmful sort of way. Krista was awhole lot more sexually repressed than i. though, and it just got to a point where we had experimented as far as we were going to under the current circumstances.She wasn't having any fun, and neither was I. Normally when this happens, a couple just breaks up. However, our *love* for each other was just as strong as it had always been. It was just our lust that had flagged. I was determined not to let a matter of lust tear me away from the woman that I loved mor than life itself. Krista had long ago negated any chance for sex therapy or anything, so after months and months of thought, I had come upon a drastic course of action; hypnotism. If I could hypnotize Krista and help her break down the sexual inhibitions within her, perhaps it could re-ignite the spark. I began to read everthing I could get my hands on about hypnosis whether through chemical or psycholigical means. I corresponded with everyone from established experts in the field, to fringe practicioners of the mesmeric arts. I learned all I could, and then decided upon a course of action. A drug would probably benecessary for the initial session, I decided, as Krista was hardly likely to be a willing subject. Once the initial suggestions had been put in place, I would probably be able to continue with just verbal suggestions. I found the safest hypnotic I could. It was a fringe drug who's hypnotic effects were so profound, that it had been banned in the US. It had no side effects whatsoever, however. I had to buy it from some less than reputeable sources. Krista got into the car and kissed me deeply and firmly. "What a day I've had!" she said. "I've been thinking about you all day!" I smiled as I pulled the car into traffic. The conditioning was starting to take effect. "Seriously Al, I can't keep my mind on anything! I just kept thinking of your..your..." "My what?" I inquired. "Your...your cock" she finally said. "Everywhere I went today, my mind was on your cock...I just couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt in my mouth and pussy...and my ass." Her eyes glazed over as she said the word ass. When they cleared she was staring directly at my crotch , and the obvious erection bulging at my jeans. "I loved sucking you cock...the feeIing of you dick filling my mouth. I loved when you fucked my face while I slid that fat dildo in and out of my pussy," Krista intoned in her low throaty voice. "I loved sucking my nipples while you were fucking me." Said nipples were fully erect and easily visable through the peach silk of her blouse. They stood out like tiny bullets at the tips of her natural 36C cup breasts. We were pulling out onto the highway by now, so I eased the car into fourth, and tried to keep my eyes on the road rather than on Krista. She didn't make my job any earier by her next action. She slipped her right hand down and hiked up her black silk skirt, exposing her matching black panties. She then began to run her fingers along the visible shape of her silk covered pussy as she talked. "I loved the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of me, Al. You filled me up so well..." She pulled her panties to the side as if to punctuate what she had just said, and began to stroke her fingers throught the slick folds of her shaved pussy. She sighed slightly as her fingers brushed her clit. "Mmmmm...god, I'm *so* wet Al...I wish you could taste me, but I guess you have to drive the car, huh." She smiled dazzling at me, and slowly slid first one finger, then two into herself. "And then, when you began to finger fuck my ass, while you fucked me, I thought I was going to lose my mind..." She began to slide the two fingers in and out of herself, strumming her clit with her thumb. " And then I loved how you bent me over the couch, lubed me up and slid that big cock of yours up my ass...it was so new and different...and then you played with my pussy while you ass-fucked me...it felt so incredible..." Krista's other hand snaked its way over into my lap and began to caress my hardness through my slacks. "Mmmmm, and the the way you let me suck you to completion...the way you flooded my mouth with cum..." Krista was frigging herself quickly as she said this. The conditioning was working even better than I tho ught! "I loved the way your hot juices tasted, the way you shot them all over my mouth and lips, the feeling of the cum sliding down my throat and all over my face...I want you to do it all again..." She looked me directly in the eyes with a sultry gaze as she said this. "I think I might be able to stand that" I said "but first, why don't you look in the glove compartment...I brough t a little something for you...." Krista's expression shifted to one of bemusement, but she reached her non-occupied hand forward and opened the glove compartment. "Oh, Al...how did you know I would need this.." she said as she drew the 8" pink jelly vibrator out of the glove compartment. " This is *just* what I want right now..." She brought the artificial phallus up to lips, and licked tentatively at the tip. She continued to frig herself. Twisting the dial on the bottom of the vibe, she smiled as it hummed to life. "This is is gonna feel good...mmmmm" she whispered as she brought the tip of the buzzing pink device into contact with herself. She rubbed the tip lightly across her labia. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she caresssed her pussy folds with the vibe and slowly began to work it inside herself. Soon she was fucking herself with long slow strokes. At this point a look of lust crossed Krista's face "Al...please, can I suck your cock now..I don't know why..b-but "I need to taste and feel you cum on me and in me...please?" As she said this, she deftly unzipped my pants, reached in, and pulled out my by now rock hard 6 inches. "Who am I to stop such a determined lady?" I said, smiling at her as I kept my eyes on the road as best I could. "Mmmmm....Thank, you lover..." With that, Krista leaned her head down into my lap, her thick chestnut hair falling around my crotch like a silken curtain. She pulled her crotch of her panties around the end of the vibrator, holding its softly buzzing length sheathed in her pussy as she worked on me. She usually began a blowjob by laving her tongue around the swollen head of my penis, but this time she almost immediatly sheathed my dick in the velvet grip of her mouth. Krista began bobbing her head up and down, sliding my entire length in and out of her mouth, sucking intensely and loudly. "Mmmmmmm...*smack*......ummmm, your cock tastes ...*slurp*...so good, lover...." Under her expert ministration, it didn't take long for an orgasm to approach. Krista jerked my dick briskly, aiming the tip at her mouth. I came quick and hard, and she wasted no time in lapping up my cum. "God...*slurp* your cum tastes so GOOD," she said as she slurped up what had escaped her mouth. "Your going to have to put up with alot more of this, Al. I just can't seem to get enough of your spunk." ******************************************************** ******************************************************** "...you see Al, I want to be your fantasy girl. I want to look how you want me to look, dress how you want me to dress, act how you want me to act, I want to satisfy your every want, and I willing and happy to do whatever it takes to do that." This was beyond anything I had planned when I unleashed her sexuality. I looked at her as she sipped her drink. "Do you really mean that?" I asked her. Krista smiled. "I really mean that." "You know some of my fantasies are a bit extreme...we've been married quite a while now...are you sure you are willing to do this?" "On two conditions, Al. You must ensure that I enjoy whatever you do as much as you do, and you must make sure any changes you want are gradual. I want time to adjust to any changes in myself that you decide to make. Other than that, I want to be your fuck toy." I thought for a minute. "So, if I wanted you to get a nipple pierced..." "..then call now and make an appointment," she said staring at me evenly. "And if I want you to masturbate with a dildo in a park?" "Then get me the dildo and take me to the park." ******************************************************** Krista rode up and down on my throbbing cock, her pussy gripping me like a satin vice. She moaned loadly as she rode, pulling and twisting at the rings that now peirced her hard purplish nipples. She had told me that she loved the way the 10 gauge gold rings felt, and she also loved the looks she got when she wore tight shirts. Of course, the rings we re merely the cherries on top of her newly enlarged 42DD breasts. I had, at Krista's urging, found a doctor willing to try one of those experimental drug/hormone coctails, and it had work splendidly. The drug treatment was designed to massively increase the breast size, while at the same time strengthing the muscles of the upper and lower back so the new weight would not cause back problems. Within weeks of the treatments beginning, Krista's boobs had started to grow. She was ecstatic! She could barely keep her hands off of herself. Krista checked their size everyday, and greeted me at the door each day with the new measurements and cup size. "My nipples are really beginning to bloat, to," she told me one day, lifting her loose t-shirt up. Sure enough, the nipples themselves and her silver dollar sized auroeles had turned a dark purlish color and were slightly puffy. The nipples themselves stood out like grapes on the tips of her tits. Without missing beat I bent down and began to lick and suck at one of them. She closed her eyes and shuddered as my lips closed around her right nipple and my fingers reached up to pinch and squeeze her left one. With the mild conditioning in place, the bigger her tits got, the prouder she was. I had been thinking that up a couple of cup sizes would be fine with me, but Krista wanted to let them go to the natural conclusion. "I want to have the biggest, sexiest tits for you, Al. Just a few more weeks on the drug, OK?" How could I say no? Her liberated sex drive was beginning to work on its own. I had placed the thought of possible breast enlargement, but she actually *wanted* extremely big tits. "The feeling of *anything* on my nipples is pretty great" she said. "I really like this change, honey. I love my tits." The final result was a pair of the biggest breasts that I had ever personally seen. They were as large as they possible could have been on Krista without seeming grotesque. They were firm, but hung naturally. The one thing I didn't want was a pair of totally fake looking tits on my lovely wife's chest. "I love being able to suck my own nipples," she had said with a glint in her eye. "They've gotten so sensitive lately, and I love it when you suck on them...so now I want to play." In fact in the two months since her breasts had stopped growing, I had come home several times to find her sprawled on the couch or bed naked from the waist up, her little hand holding her beautiful tits to her lips, her tongue flicking and licking at her own succculent purple-red nipples and aureola's. The piercings had only made them more sensitive, to the point where she could sometimes orgasm just by nipple stimulation. This sensitivity kept her pretty aroused much of the time as well. The breast drug had had some other effects as well. Krista's labial lips became fleshier and fuller. Her clitoris swelled to the size of a small acorn, and her pussy began to lubricate almost constantly. Krista's ass fleshed out a bit as well, but it firmed up at the same time. By the time her breasts had filled out, her ass had filled out proportionally. Personally I thought it look great, and it sure felt great grinding up against my pelvis. Krista reveled in her new "toys" as she referred to them. She loved to wrap their warm globes around my dick, and I would tit fuck her until I came, my cum jetting all over her breasts and face. She would lick them clean of the cum that her cleavage inevitably elicited, relishing the taste. The breasts were not the only cosmetic enhancement she had desired after the conditioning. Collagen lip injections had been on the agenda next. Her new permanent pout looked sexy as all get out, adn Krista loved the new look. "Fuller lips to wrap around your cock, baby," she said to me with a lascivious wink. And she was as good as her word. Trips to the salon for hair treatments had given her a thick mane of beautiful auburn hair. Its shiny slightly curly length hung down to her mid back. She had also taken to getting regular manicures. He nails were all about two inches long, and they were pretty darn strong. I had plenty of scratch marks on my back to prove that. Her ears had about seven piercings each in them now, and she had gotten her tongue pierced as well. ******************************************************** Krista pulled aside what proved to be a soaked pair of panties, revealing two rubber plugs filling her pussy and ass. "I just *love* being filled, Al." Of course, this was just one of the many erotic states I found her in. Many times I came home to find her filling herself with her by now rather extensive collection of dildoes and vibrators. As she lay on the couch with her legs locked behind her head, pistoning two 8" jelly vibes out of her pussy and ass, Krista liked nothing better than when I would pull out my engorged prick and bring it within sucking range. She would stick out her tongue, and I would fuck her face while she fucked herself. She claimed to have had incredible orgasms while doing this, and who was I to argue. When you have a beautiful brunette moaning with pleasure around your dick as you spurt cum down her throat, you tend not to question the situation too much. ******************************************************** Krista reveled in the looks that her body now garnered, and she had taken to dressing to emphasize it on occas ion. Her clothing style choices now ranged from the elegant and tastefull, to the downright slutty. Her closet and bureau was now filled with a wide variety rather *interesting* clothing. Silk, lycra, and leather halter tops that barely contained her full breasts, buttock hugging skirts so short that you could almost see her panties, and shoes and boots with 3-4 inch heels were now part of her wardrobe. She could stop traffic when she walked down the street now, her mammoth breasts bobbing slightly, her high heels heightening the sway in her fine lush ass, her every graceful cat-like movement screaming with sensuality. Of course, she didn't dress like that every day, and certainly not to the office. However, she was only working two days a week now, so most of the time she could dress how she wanted. She loved flaunting her exotic attributes, and got a huge kick out of how big a fool she could make a man or men act like, just by shaking her massive tits in the right way. Occasionally she would let a man cop a feel in a discrete corner, or maybe have a few sucks and licks at her firm nipples, and very occasionally, she would drag a man into someplace for a private session. I would watch from a prearranged spot as Krista gave the man the cocksucking of his life. I loved watching my insatiable big-titted wife getting her mouth fucked, as she loved every minute of it. She drank their cum with gusto, and was always ready for more. Before I had started the conditioning, her taste in lingerie had run to the simple cotton panties and brasseries, but that had all changed as well. Now Krista's tastes ran more to the sensual. Garter belts and stockings had replaced pantyhose, and g-string underwear were now standard for her. Split crotch panties were also beginning to become a favorite with her, as they allowed her easy access to her pleasure zone. Her fingers spent quite a bit of time there these days, softly caressing her smooth, hairless pussy and engorged clit. She also loved the way I could take her anywhere in the house at any time if she had them on. I had started doing some special exercises and was taking some herbal preparations so I could be sure to keep up with Krista's sexual needs. She had also put me on a high protein diet so I was producing cum in enough quantity for her. With an average of three orgasms a day, sometimes more, sometimes less, I had to be prepared if I didn't want to be old before my time. ********************************************************* She stood washing dishes. I was as nonchalant as I could possibly be, not wanting her to turn around and see the manner in which I was approaching I slipped up behind her, quickly sliding my hands under the to cup the undersides of her massive breasts. Quickly realizing what I was up to, she pushed back against me, grinding her plump ass into my crotch. I moved my hands around the expanse of her mammeries, reaching up to her erect nipples with their rings. I pulled at them both gently, and Krista's nipples rapidly engorged with her excitement. I reached my hands down between her legs. She moaned softly as my fingers caressed her labia and gently touched her clit. Her pussy was moistening rapidly, her juices beginning to drip from her labia. with my other hand I began to gently finger her asshole. As I touched her, Krista bent over so that her head rested on the counter, spreading her legs to allow me easier access. Her huge tits hung down beautifully, their bloated purple nipples with the heavy rings dangling from them. "Slip your fingers in me," she breathed, her voice hardly more than a whisper. I obliged, first sliding a finger into her juicy pussy. It gained entry easily, and I qucikly added a second. Krista's breathing grew faster as I began to fuck her with my fingers. Krista was on all fours now, as I squated above her, pumping my cock in and out of her ass with deep full strokes. One hand strummed busily at her clit, and she egged me on as I proceeded "Thats it, Al. Fuck my asshole, fill me with you cock..I love to feel you in me..." ********************************************************* ********************************************************* Krista's sex drive had become a creature unto itself these days, a powerful force that ruled her day to day life, but she loved every minute of it. Seldom did I get to sleep at night without feeding Krista a big load of my sperm."I feel like such a slut," she confided to me one night, my cum dripping from her lips and chin, "I want cocks in me, up my ass, in my pussy, in my mouth, down my throat...I want to taste men's cum flooding my mouth, splattered all over my lips an d face, leaking from my pussy, oozing from my asshole...but at the same time I fell better than I ever have in my life. I just LOVE cock..." She suckled at my shrinking cock, licking it clean, smearing my cum around her face. I had come home at lunch time just the other day to find her with two of the neighborhood high school boys. I had slipped quietly in the back, in tending to surprise Krista, when I heard the familiar sound of her carnal moans. Sneaking to the bedroom, I peeked through the doorway to see her on all fours between the two boys, one filling her pussy, the other fucking her mouth deeply. As she moaned contentedly around her mouthful of dick, and pushed back into the other boy, I didn't have the heart to interrrupt her. After all, this is what I had conditioned her for. The boys fucked her thoroughly. She then lay down, her head propped up on a pillow, and had them kneel on either side of her head so she had easy oral access to both. She sucked and jerked at their meaty poles until the two boys came all over her face. As she lay on the bed, her beautiful face spattered with cum, she made those little happy moaning noises that I knew so well, as she sucked the last bits of jism from their cocks. I waited until the boys had gotten up and left, then entered the room quickly. Kelly still lay on the bed, her fingers toying with her titties. Her face was still covered with semen, and she had the heavy lidded lustful look in her eyes. She looked up at me when I entered, smiling. "Were you watching, Al? I though I heard you come in, but I didn't want to startle the boys..." Kelly sat up in the bed, looking directly at my swollen crotch. "Well, it looks like you have something for me..." The next thing I knew, Krista was on her knees in front of me. She unbuckled my pants, and freed my cock from my boxers. As it flopped out, she engulfed it with her mouth. The sight of my beautiful wife, her face still dripping with the two boys thick spew, with my prick sliding in and out of her mouth was too much for me to take. I came quickly, and Krista swallowed my sperm with gusto. Another time I came home early to find her on her knees in the kitchen between two the plumbers, with both of their cocks stuffed into her mouth. He lips were distended with the cock-flesh, but she was obviously enjoying herself. She was fully dressed, and tweaked her nipple rings through her blouse as the 40 year old men fucked her mouth. With a loud grunts they both came, flooding my wife's mouth with semen. She swallowed most of it, a bit escaping the vacuum of her mouth. She smiled at the men as their dicks slipped from betwen her lips. "Mmmmmm...thank you...I love sucking cock, and your cum tasted wonderful. I trust that should cover the cost of the repairs?" she said with a wanton look in her eye. The plumbers nodded mutely. "Well, If you'd like me to pre-pay for some further repairs..." Five minutes and some further oral encouragement later, Krista was the meat in a fuck sandwich. Her skirt was hiked up over her waist and her panties pulled to the side as the plumbers gave her what she wanted. She licked her lips and tossed her wealth of hair, grunting and panting as the two men's cocks slid briskly in and out of her well lubed ass and pussy. She smiled broadly as the plumbers probed her depths. "Mmmmmm..thats it guys, fuck my holes...work those cocks into me...mmmm..that feels sooooo goooodd...I wish you guys could...*pant*...cum here more often...oh god, yes...jam those dicks in me..." The plumbers went at it for about 15 minutes, Krista egging them on the whole time. Her asshole and pussy were stretched lewdly by the invading cocks, and her holes made a slurping sound as the two men fucked them. As the two men neared their breaking points, Krista once again knelt between them. "All that fuckin g has made me soooo thirsty, boys..." she said as she sucked the heads of their cocks. "I want you guys to cum in my mouth and all over my face..." She tilted her head back and extended her tongue. With an almost mutual grunt the two men obliged, aiming their dicks directly at my wife's open mouth. The plumbers came almost simultaneously, milking cum onto into Krista' waiting tongue and mouth. For the second time in twenty minutes Krista swallowed their thick loads, licking her lips and making "mmmmm" noises as she did so. She gave both of the plumbers a thourough oral cleaning, and them sent them on their way. Needless to say, we got great plumbing service from then on. And Krista always got well plumbed. ********************************************************* She stood in front of the mirrior, assessing her new look. The shiny black latex dress stretched over Kristas ass like a second skin, outlining each firm buttock clearly. The dress covered her from neck to wrist and mid-thigh, but left nothing to the imagination. Her massive tits were prominantly displayed, and the rings that pierced her nipples were clearly visable. Her now three inch long nails were painted a deep wine color, which was matched by the color of her pouting lips, as well as her high-heeled shoes. Her legs were encased in silky black stockings, and her lush hair fell loosely about her shoulders. Seven large silver hoop earings dangled from each ear, and the three bar-bells in her tongue were visible whenever she spoke. "Wow..." I said breathlessly. "You look..." "Go ahead Al, say it..." She breathed as she slowly turned to me smiling. "I look like a total slut." "Well, I wouldn't say..." I hemmed and hawed. "I would," she said, and turned back to the mirror, fascinated by herself. " I look like I should have cock pumping my ass, pussy and mouth...cum dripping from every hole. I look like a cock sucking, ass fucking, big titted cum-slut....and I love it!" As if to punctuate this statement, she slowly hiked the front of her latex skirt up, pulled the latex panties beneath gently to the side, and began to stroke her shaved pussy with one long nail. Her tongue swept over her lips as her breathing increased. She raised her eyes as she continued touching herself. Her gaze met mine in the mirror, and she looked at me with such love and adoration that I about cried. "And I'm all yours Al...because I love you," she said. I embraced her tightly from behind and kissed her neck and ears "I love you more than life itself," I whispered. And I meant it. ********************************************************* It had been a rough day at work, and I was glad to get home. Krista met me at the door, and kissed me deeply as I set my briefcase down. She looke beautiful as usual. Today she wore a white silk sleevless blouse that was so sheer that you could easily see the lacy bra that held her tits in check. Her gold nipple rings were just barely visable. She wore black hose and a thigh length plaid skirt, with knee high leather boots with three inch heels. Her hair was piled atop her head, and large gold hoops dangled from here ears with matching gold studs filled her other ear peircings As she massaged the bulge in my pants Krista said "Guess what, Al. Cindy's coming to stay with us for a while!" Cindy was Krista's sister. She was just about as beautiful as Krista, but she was a redhead rather than a brunette. I remember when I was trying to figure out which one of the Fredrick sisters to ask out, it was a tough choice. I went with Krista, and have never had any reason to regret the decision. Still, I will admit to having had a few fantasies about what Cindy was like in the sack... It turned out that Cindy had just gotten out of a four year relationship with a right-wing religious nut. She had gotten almost nothing out of the divorce settlement, but mercifully there were no children from the marriage. Cindy was going to be staying with us for at least a month, until she could get her head together and her life back on track. Cindy arrived. When she finally came to visit us, she was a bit taken aback by Krista's new appearence, but Krista had been talking to her on a regular basis during her entire transformation period, and Cindy knew that the process had been entirely voluntary. She and Krista spent most of the time that I wasn't around just catching up on things, talking about the past and the future. One night about two weeks after Cindy arrived, Krista and I were sitting in the living room, just relaxing. "I've been telling her all about my experiences since we started this whole thing, Al..." Krista told me after Cindy had turned in. "She seems fascinated. I don't think that fucker of and ex-husband of hers took very go od care of her." "Have you told her about *everything*?" I asked incredulously. "Most things, yes. I...I think it turns her on. I was up late last night to go to the bathroom, and I think I heard my little sister masturbating! It was pretty cool." A few days later, Krista had some surpring news for me. "I let Cindy watch me masturbate today." "You what!?!?!?" "I let her watch me masturbate...shes been wanting to see my body since I've been telling her about us. I decided to give her a guided visual tour. I showhed her my boobs and ass, and my pussy and ass. She wanted to see a bit more, so I got out one of my dildos, and showed her just how much I can take, and how good it felt..." I stared for a momment. "So, how did she react?" "I think she loved it...." ********************************************************* Cindy's transformation was going well. Dr. Nelson's drug cocktail was stimulating breast growth, and Cindy was developing big firm tits, just like her sister's. Her hair had grown out into a thick copper mane, Her sex drive was on the increase as well. Krista told me that Cindy had been borrowing her dildos and vibrators lately. The two had taken to mutual masturbation, both of them lying on our king sized bed softly caressing their pussys with Krista's buzzing appliances. "I feel so much closer to Cindy now," Krista confided to me. " We never got along this well before, but now I f eel like she understands me better than just about anyone else...I love her so much, Al, and she's so beautiful...We licked each other nipples today." "Really" I said, "what brought that on?" "Well, we were comparing the sizes of our tits and nipples while we were masturbating today. The next thing you know, we each had one of the other's nipples in our mouth. It felt so nice to suck her titties, Al. And her lips and tongue on mine was just heavenly. There we both were, each of us sliding a vibrator out of the other's pussy, sucking on each other's tits like a couple of bitches in heat. We both came so hard..." With all that kind of talk going on, I suppose I should'nt have been surprised the first time I found them together going at it. I had been kept pretty late at the office with sime business crap, and I came home to find the two of them half naked on the couch. The formerly demure little Cindy was on all fours between Krista's legs as she reclined on the couch. Cindy's tongue flicked at Krista's acorn sized clit enthusiastically, and her fingers were busy caressing her own pussy. Krista had her breasts out of her shirt and held both of her nipples to her mouth, sucking and licking at her own nipples as Cindy ate her out, pulling at her nipple rings with her teeth. "Oh yes sis, eat my pussy...please don't stop..." Krista moaned as her sibling went to work on her. "God....to think of all the years we wasted hating each other when we could have done thisssss...." Cindy paused her tonguing. "Mmmmmm...I never knew pussy tasted so good, especially my own sisters..." She rubbed her fingers over her own pubic mound instensely as she spoke. "My god, eating you out turns me on soooo much...my pussy is *dripping*..." Saying this, she began to slide two fingers in and out of herself, and lowered her head back down to nibble and lick her sister further. The two sisters evenually switched to a sixty-nine position. Krista and Cindy nuzzled and licked each other slowly and sensously, taking time to nibble and suck at each other's pussy lips and clits. They sounds of their moans and sighs combined with the quiet slurping sounds was really starting to get to me. "Uhhhnnnnnn...Cindy, suck my pussy....make me cum..." "Ohhhnnnn Krista, you taste sooo.....gooodd.....eat me...don't ever stop..." The two went at it in this fashion for about 15 minutes, by which time I was so hard, I could have hammered nails with my dick. ********************************************************* Krista's tongue flicked at my balls around her mouthful of my cock. She looked up at me seductively as I moved my dick slowly in and out of her silver lip-sticked mouth. My cock was buried to the hilt in her hot mouth and throat, and she pumped two fingers in and out of her dripping slit as she swallowed my length. The shiny silver of her bustier barely contained the jiggling mounds of her tits, and her matching silver pants molded to her plump ass like a second skin. The open zipper that ran through the crotch of the pants from front to back jingled quietly as she frigged herself. Her long silver fingernails scratched lightly at my balls as I fucked her face. I withdrew my dick from her hungry mouth with a slurping pop, and Krista smiled at me, as she stood. With the four inch heels of her boots, she stood almost as tall as I was. "Mmmmmm...thank you lover," she said as she moved close in, nuzzling her face into my neck. "I want to taste your cum a bit later...the thought of it gets me so hot..." As if to emphasize her point she guided my hand to the slick clean shaven mound of her most intimate area. It was at times like this that I most noticed the contrast between the old prudish Krista and the horny slut in heat she had become. She just couldn't get enough cock. "Mmmmmm...I want your cock, baby...I want you in my cunt, my hot tight cunt," Krista whispered, nibbling on my ear. She knew I loved it when she talked nasty, and took a certain pleasure in it herself. "Do you wanna fuck me, Al? Do you wanna stick your cock in my pussy? I hope you do 'cause I want that fat prick of yours banging my pussy and ass good. I could barely wait for you to get home today, baby...Cindy came over early in the afternoon, and we sucked each other's cunt's for hours...her tongue felt sooo good licking through the folds of my pussy, and she tasted so delicious, Al. We just lost track of time, softly licking and fingering each other...we just kept licking and sucking and nibbling through orgasm after orgasm... then she fucked my ass and pussy with some of my dildoes..." I sat down on the pile of boxes in the back of the alleyway, my erection pointing skyward. Without missing a beat, Krista turned shiny silver-sheathed ass to me, and guided her asshole onto my dick. She sat down hard, resting her weight on my crotch. This drove my cock deep into her, of course. I was smothered in her wealth of brunette hair. It smelled wonderful. "Oh, god, yes...I love your cock, slip it in my tight ass," she hissed, sitting down on my lap completely, lifting her legs up so that her feet were on top on my thighs, her legs split wide. She leaned her torso back against my chest. I b rought one hand up to play with her tits. As she begn to lift herself up and down on my dick, moving my cock in and out of her ass, I reached around to play with her pussy. "Ooohhh, yeah, thats it lover," Krista whispered huskily. "I want you to fingerfuck me, baby. Slide those fingers of yours inside my sweet pussy while your cock fills my ass." Obligingly, I slipped my middle finger inside of her, my thumb lightly caressing her clitoris. "Ooooooo..." she cooed, "thats feels great lover...but how about another finger....I want you to fill both my holes, Al." Obligingly I slipped another finger into her pussy. It entered easily. She was so wet! "MMmmmmmmmm...yesssss...thats it. Now fuck me! Fuck me with your fingers and your cock, Al..." "Yeah, thats it Al, cum for me, cum in my mouth and on my face," Krista moaned. She knelt in front of me, her tongue flicking at the very tip of my cock as a jerked myself off. ********************************************************* Krista knelt in the middle of the circle of men, her skin tight black velvet dress hugging her body like it was painted on. It covered her from neck to ankles, with a big chrome zipper up the side. Matching velvet opera gloves covered her hands and arms almost to the shoulder. Her wealth of hair was piled atop her head in a beautiful coif, mother of pearl hairpins holding it in place. (Or..her skin tight black lycra misdriff top hugged her fat tits like it was painted on. It covered her from neck to wrists, and stopped just below her breasts leaving her taut midriff exsposed. A silver chain encircled her waist and threaded through the ring in her navel. Her skin tight black lycra skirt covered her from just above her crotch down to her ankles, with circular cutouts up the both sides exsposing a wealth of tanned flesh. She was shod in a pair of black stack heel sandals, the heels at least 4 inches thick. Her hair flowed down her back like a river of dark water. Huge silver hoop earring hung from her ears, and her lips and nails were painted the same deep wine color. She licked her shiny red lips as the men drew their semi erect cocks from their pants. "Ohhhh, are all those for me?" she cooed, staring hungrily at the five dicks before her. "Five thick dicks, all to myself...how did you boys know I loved cock so much?" She looked up, meeting the expectant glances of the men surrounding her. "I want you five studs to stuff me full of cock...I want every hole filled. I want one of you pumping in and out of my pussy, my ass and my mouth." As she spoke, she wrapped a hand around two of the lucky guys and began to jerk gently at their rapidly expanding lengths. Krista leaned forward and slowly laved her tongue around the cock-head of the man directly in front of her. "I want you boys to cram me full, make me airtight....can you do that?" she aked in a low husky tone. "And then I want each and every one of you to cum in my mouth..." Slowly Krista parted her lips and moved her head forward, taking the mans dick into her mouth inch by inch. The two remaining men began to fondle her huge tits through the fabric of her dress, slowly massaging them. They flicked and pulled at Krista's nipple rings, and her quickening breathing showed how much she was enjoying the treatment. Krista continued to pump two of the guy's schlongs, her deft manipulation quickly bringing them to their full size. She also continued her slow envelopement of the man in her mouth. She inched her mouth forward slowly and sensously, slipping more and more of the man's 7 inches into her throat. She looked up at him as she swallowed more and more of his dick, until finally his entire length was buried between her full lips, his ballsack resting against her chin. So here was the scene: my beautiful wife dressed like a princess, on her knees jerking off two cocks with her velvet clad hands, two men squeezing and rubbing her tremendous tits through her dress, and 7 inches of cock buried in her mouth. She began to bob her head back and forth on the cock in her mouth, sliding the entire length of it in and out of her mouth. The guy quickly got the idea and began to fuck Krista's mouth with long smooth strokes. One man was straddling her head now, working his dick in and out of Krista's sucking mouth. She sat on the lap of another man, his dick buried balls deep in her asshole as a third fucked her pussy rapidly. Krista gurgled and moaned with pleasure at the triple penetration. Each long-mailed hand was wrapped around one of the remaining man's dicks, jerking on then slowly and rhythmically. She was a wild creature, lost to lust as the three men used her orifaces for their pleasure. Her tits bobbed up and down, her nipple rings boucing on the tips of her swollen nipples. As I watched she shuddered through another orgasm. ********************************************************* Krista was lying on beach chair on the patio, reclining in it. As the sun shone its rays down on us, I stood over her face, sliding my cock down her relaxed throat, my balls slapping against her lips each time I reached bottom. The only audible noises were Krista's slurps and moans of delight as I used her mouth, and the squishy sound of the thick black dildo as she plunged it into and out of her pussy. Her huge tits were held by a black bikini top, and her bikini bottom was pulled aside so that the dildo could do its work. It was another beautiful day.

Adults only, no prudes. If you don't like sex stories containing people engaging in weird perversions, or you can't separate truth from fiction, get lost. The author does not advocate or condone anything that goes on in this story. This story is mine. You can repost it or archive it only if 1) you don't change it, 2) my name and this disclaimer remain attached, and 3) you aren't making money off it. That includes posting it on some slimeball banner farm web site. Yes, that means you! This is the climax of sixteen weeks of Amber, and if you've been following along (and have an I.Q. in the double digits) I think you know what's coming. Hope you enjoy it. You know the drill: If you like it, let me know. You can find this and other stories of mine in the following archives: www.asstr.org/~Richard_Bissell www.asstr.org/~MichaelD/ www.storiesonline.net (under authors, MichaelD38) Overall Story Codes: Mf, MFf, Mm+/f, teen, bdsm, humil, mast, piercing, oral, anal, gangbang AMBER: THE MAKING OF A FUCK TOY (C)opyright 2000 by Richard Bissell --- Chapter 16 Amber asked me the other day why I'm spending so much time on this project, why I've used up 50,000 words detailing her teenage exploits when so much has happened since then. It's hard for me to articulate why--I guess at some point I began to wonder how all of this really happened, how on earth we got to where we are now. And where am I? In New York City, sitting outside Howard Stern's studio, waiting to go on the air. Not me, exactly; I'm with Amber, because she's the one he wants to talk to. I may or may not get to do anything, which is the way it usually is these days. Not that I mind. To recap: I used to be a high school teacher and a high school football coach. Then I met Amber, who was then only seventeen. She pursued me unsuccessfully for a month or so, before I began trying to turn her into someone else. First I got her to change her wardrobe. Then I got her to wax off her pubes. Then she got a clit ring. Pretty soon she was screwing me, her best friend, one of my fellow teachers, and doing just about anything I asked her to. At least that was how it seemed to me at the time. When did the change begin? It's hard to pinpoint exactly. It began happening long before I really noticed it, long before I really realized what was going on. I don't know if that first gangbang I orchestrated for her was what cemented it. ("For her," I find myself saying--back then I thought she was doing it for me. Ha. As if.) I don't know if that was the Point of No Return. But if it wasn't, we were already past it by then, which is what I'm inclined to think. The gangbang, you ask? Oh, yes. This is what happened: --- When I waved my arm toward the basement door, there was a stampede to make any cattleman proud. Everyone of them shot to their feet and charged across the living room toward the kitchen. Wesley paused only to gather up the remnants of the pizza, even though he was going number six. Ben, who had number 20, slowed down enough to help him, but the rest of them thundered down the stairs into the basement. I came up the rear after Wesley and Ben. The players had circled around the room around the edge of the exercise mats. In the center, naked except for the black face mask, was Amber, sitting on her feet. Her hands squirmed nervously and her chest was flushed in arousal, but otherwise she was still. Excited comments about her looks, her piercings, and her absence of pubic hair shot through the basement. The other players shoved Josiah toward her. He was a tall, skinny kid with short black hair, and he glanced around the room, at Amber, at the other guys, then at me. "Uh, what do I do?" Some of the others laughed at him. "Whatever you want," I said. Amber came up off her feet and crawled toward the sound of his voice. When she found his leg, she came up and began unbuttoning his jeans. He began laughing nervously. "Oh, fuck." As the rest of them watched, displaying various levels of amazement and shock, Amber dug Josiah's dick out of his pants. Then she bent forward and took him in her mouth. He groped at her head, leaning backwards and closing his eyes. She bobbed over him slowly, going deeper each time. Finally she was deep-throating him, causing several of the other guys to howl in disbelief. Josiah shuddered, obviously going faster than he meant to. Amber withdrew, keeping her hand on his erection. He rapidly shoved down his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. Amber reversed herself, going to her hands and knees, and presented her ass for him. Josiah dropped to his knees, and after fumbling with her for several seconds, thrust in to the root. Gasps and nervous laughter continued to shoot through room as Josiah fucked her rapidly. It was over in less than a minute, and I watched him quiver and shake as he unloaded his cum deeply in Amber's belly. He fell backwards onto his feet, gasping for breath. Not waiting any longer than necessary, Tony shot to his feet. He was shorter and more muscular than Josiah, and proved to be more heavily endowed. He was already erect when he shoved his pants down, displaying a nearly eight-inch erection. He grabbed Amber's head and thrust it right into her mouth. She squeaked in surprise but took it all. Tony fucked Amber's mouth roughly, though she didn't seem to mind, taking every bit of it down her throat. Josiah withdrew and pulled up his pants, and I watched his cum running down the inside of Amber's thighs. All of us watched Tony pistoning in and out of Amber's mouth, and I wondered if he meant to take this all the way. I got my answer about a minute later as he indeed spurted off down her throat. Amber coughed and choked a little, and some of his cum oozed out around her pursed lips. Tony withdrew with a pop. "Fuck, man," Alan exclaimed, "you done already?" "I'll fuck her later. I haven't had a good blow job in too long." "You mean ever, numb nuts." Their banter was interrupted as James, one of the defensive tackles, took the next spot in line. James was a big guy, 6' 4", 260lbs, and I wondered if he might be too much for Amber, who barely topped a hundred. James dropped his shorts and presented his cock to Amber's mouth, and she dutifully swallowed it up. Unlike Tony, James was more interested in straight sex, and pulled out of Amber's mouth after less than a minute. He told Amber to lay flat on her back, which she did. Then he dropped his enormous body on top of her. Amber pulled her legs out to her sides to accommodate him, making her hamstrings stand out on her thighs. James thrust into her and began fucking rapidly as the other guys began cheering and chanting. I couldn't even see Amber from where I was standing, so I moved around to where I had set up the keg. I got myself a cup of beer and squatted down to watch. Amber had arched her spine and thrown her head back against the mat under her as James continued pounding between her thighs. Her tits, as small and firm as they were, were shaking on her chest, and her hands were splayed to her sides, clutching and clawing at the mat. She began to whimper and did her best to fuck up at him with each thrust. She brought her legs up to James' waist and suddenly threw her arms around his shoulders. I don't know if he was paying attention, but I watched her convulsing in orgasm from what he was doing to her. Finally James let out a groan, came into her, and collapsed. Amber let out an "oof" as he fell onto her but remained still. James withdrew and sat back, gasping for breath. Alan was next, and he was almost as big as James--and bigger in one respect, as we all saw when he dropped his pants. He was even bigger than Tony, a thick nine inches. He stripped out of his clothes rapidly. "Her pussy," James gasped, "her pussy is so fucking tight." Alan laughed. "Gonna be tighter for me, dude. Gonna be a lot tighter." Amber sat up toward Alan, and he guided his cock to her mouth. I was concerned about her being able to take him, but she did. I watched her gulping and struggling to deep throat him, but after about ten seconds, she managed to do it. Then she let Alan fuck her throat deeply for a while, gasping through her nose each time he withdrew. Like James, Alan was less interested in oral sex than something else. He pulled out and had Amber get on her hands and knees. Then, as the rest of the crowd howled in approval, he proceeded to force his big cock into her ass. Amber had prepared for this, though, and I could see her butt glistening with the massage oil she had no doubt lubricated herself with. She gasped and grunted as Alan pushed himself into her, but she took it all. When Alan was in up to the root, he began fucking her with long smooth strokes, in and out, in and out, trying to pace himself. I looked over at Floyd, who was next and who was about to burst with anticipation. He was one of the linebackers, tall though not too thick. He wore a scraggly goatee, and I knew from seeing him in the locker room that he had a couple of tattoos. I got his attention. "Go on ahead. Her mouth is open for business." The others shoved him forward, and Alan waved him in. He dropped his pants in one quick motion and grabbed ahold of Amber's head. Amber opened her mouth to swallow him up, and now Alan and Floyd were fucking her back and forth between them as their audience howled and cheered. Amber was completely overwhelmed now, pinned between two overeager adolescent cocks. Floyd buried himself in her throat, Alan in her ass. I watched her shuddering in orgasm and hoped she didn't bite Floyd's cock off accidentally. The two boys were oblivious to her reactions though, pounding her back and forth like a tackling dummy. Alan's hands clawed at Amber's narrow waist, and he let out a loud groan. I watched his cock throbbing as he dumped his load up her butt. As soon as Alan withdrew, Floyd rushed around to take his place, burying his cock in her sopping pussy. Quivering, virginal Wesley was next in line, and no one wanted him to wait any longer. Wesley was a good kid, a "nice boy," overweight and hopeless with the girls despite being on the football team. He had been watching this scene in utter paralysis, and now he seemed unable to comprehend that he was next. Luckily for him, his comprehension was irrelevant, as the guys behind him shoved him forward. James came up and jerked his pants down from behind, jeans and jockey shorts down in one motion. The rest of them howled in laughter and began chanting Wesley's name. Wesley lurched toward Amber and Floyd. His dick was limp and shriveled in nervousness, but Amber was about take care of that. She slurped his cock into her mouth, and Wesley went cross-eyed, shaking and whimpering. He grew rapidly erect, and Amber was soon bobbing slowly over him. Meanwhile, Floyd was still pounding Amber's pussy, forcing her forward against Wesley. He began to shout, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" as he neared orgasm, slapping at Amber's butt. Finally, he leaned backwards, shoving himself as far into her as he could get, and came. Wesley was on the verge of orgasm himself, and I think Amber must have sensed it, because she pulled back as soon as Floyd was done. She lay on her back, pulling Wesley with her, and guided him between her thighs. Wesley struggled to follow her, and Amber pulled his cock into her pussy. Wesley got off exactly three awkward thrusts before squirting off inside her. Everyone cheered as he got up with a big shit-eating grin on his face. Amber's pussy and inner thighs were now drenched in cum, but no one seemed to care. Chuck Hsu, another one of the linebackers, was next, and he quickly took Wesley's place. Amber blew him for about a minute before laying back to let him fuck her. As Chuck buried his cock between her thighs, Daniel, who was next in line, lurched forward. "Chuck, let me fuck her in the ass while you're fucking her. Let's both fuck her at once." Chuck stopped long enough to look confused. "How?" "Lean back," I said. "Pull her into your lap, and let her get her legs up enough to stretch herself open for him." I could see Amber tensing in anticipation as Chuck followed my instructions. Daniel dropped his pants, exposing his erection, and knelt behind Amber. Amber pulled her legs up into a squat so Daniel could get at her ass. Daniel crawled into position, and I watched as he slipped his cock between her buttocks, the way already greased by massage oil and Alan's cum. Amber let out a soft cry as Daniel moved into her. The two boys were both about six feet, athletic and muscular, and they proceeded to fuck her back and forth. Amber was suspended on their cocks now, unable to do anything but take this treatment. She held Chuck's arms tightly, and--though once again no one else seemed to notice--I saw the quiver of orgasm shooting through her abdomen. The joint fucking seemed to arouse both Chuck and Daniel at once, and they moved more rapidly now, pounding her from both directions as their teammates cheered them on. I stayed toward the back, hoping none of them noticed how close I was to losing it, to squirting off in my boxers at the sight of my girlfriend getting reamed fore and aft. Amber came again, as near as I could tell, and she was lost in a fog of sex. Chuck and Daniel came within a few seconds of each other, filling Amber's belly. Daniel pulled out first, and Amber fell back away from Chuck. I watched for their cum, seeing it oozing out of both ass and pussy. She was a mess now, cum smeared all over her legs and butt. Dave, another defensive lineman, was next. He was almost as big as James, 6' 5" and 240lbs. He presented his cock to Amber's mouth and she slurped him up without a break, deep-throating him immediately. He let her suck on him for about a minute before pulling her to her feet and lifting her into the air. Amber seemed to sense what he had in mind and pulled up her thighs. Then he dropped her right down onto his cock and began fucking her standing up. Amber wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned backwards, hanging her head back. Dave fucked her for about thirty seconds like that before turning to Jason, who was next in line. "Jase, fuck her in the ass like Chuck and Dan did. Let's fuck her standing up." Jason was one of the safeties, and quite a bit shorter than Dave, so Dave had to squat down as Jason dropped his pants and closed in. Jason grabbed Amber's butt and slipped his cock into her ass, which was now quite open and stretched out. Jason and Dave bounced her back and forth, keeping her impaled and suspended on their cocks, but the height difference was making it difficult. Dave finally pulled out and let Jason drop to the floor. Amber went to her hands and knees with Jason still buried in her ass as Dave returned his cock to her mouth. He fucked her mouth rapidly for almost a minute before suddenly pulling out and splattering his come all over her face. Amber tried to catch it, but he smeared most of it over her cheeks. We were halfway through the group now, and the guys who had fucked Amber were collecting around the keg to watch as the rest eagerly awaited their turn. Colbey, another of the linebackers, took Dave's place in Amber's mouth as I refilled my cup of beer. Alan and James leaned against the wall next to me. "Fuck, Coach," James said, "were did you find this chick?" "Long story." "Did you guys, like, used to go out or something?" "Or something. Like I said, it's a long story." "Did you ever do shit like this before?" Alan asked. "Not with her. With another woman, but not her." "Damn." Jason and Colbey were now mercilessly impaling Amber from both directions. I watched her struggling to take Colbey's cock down her throat as Jason repeatedly forced her forward. But she was enjoying this, clearly. She seemed to come again just as Jason spurted off in her ass. He withdrew and Colbey pushed her back to fuck her missionary style. Amber wrapped her legs around his waist as he buried himself inside her and began to thrust away. Beside me, James jabbed Chuck to get his attention. "What do think of that pussy? Pretty fucking tight, huh?" "She was squeezing me. Making it fucking vibrate almost." James laughed. "I fucking thought she was going to break it off." Colbey had lost it now, holding himself up on his arms and ramming into Amber so fast he was making audible smacking noises. He let out a groan as his ass started shaking back and forth, dumping yet another load of come inside my girlfriend. Tommy Nelson and Jack Kelly were next, and they had clearly been planning to fuck Amber in tandem. They came up together, letting Amber suck both of them alternately. Then Jack picked up Amber like Dave had done, and he and Jack fucked her fore and aft while standing up. When the two of them were done, Amber collapsed onto the mat between them, settling into a gooey pool of sweat and semen. Her thighs were smeared with cum down to her knees now, and her entire pubic area was a glistening mess. Dave's facial had covered most of her left cheek and clumped up the hair around her ear. Evan was next, but I stepped forward and stopped him. "Hold on a second." I stepped up next to Amber and squatted down. She sensed my presence, quivering slightly. I handed her my beer and she took several long swigs. "You okay? Sure you can keep going?" She nodded rapidly, not saying anything. I rubbed her shoulder and stepped back. Evan was one of the cornerbacks, a little guy compared to Alan and James. He had bleached white hair and a couple of earrings, and had he not been on the football team, he would probably have been something of an outcast around the school. As it was, the other players just teased him about his appearance from time to time. He stepped forward, cock ready, and Amber swallowed him up. I took a seat by the keg and watched her bobbing rapidly over him. Unlike the others who had tried to fuck her in the mouth, he just stood there and let her work. Amber responded by alternately deep-throating him or slurping noisily on the head of his cock. He stood it for about a minute or two before having her turn away on her hands and knees, then entering her from behind. Christopher, another linebacker, stepped forward and took his place in Amber's mouth. He was bigger than Evan, with black hair to Evan's white, and the contrast between them reignited my interest. As with the previous threesomes, the two boys bounced Amber back and forth, leaving her little room to move. Amber shuddered in orgasm yet again from this treatment, just as Evan groaned and spurted off deeply inside her. Instead of moving around, Christopher stayed where he was, too engaged with Amber's mouth and the sensation of fucking her throat. When Evan withdrew, Amber wiggled her ass at the group, trying to get someone else to come up and fuck her. Michael Martinson was next and he got the message. Michael was quite hairy, not quite a sweater but getting there. He grabbed Amber's waist and immediately plunged his erection into her ass. Amber let out a whimper at his rapid penetration, but was soon fucking back at him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Meanwhile, Christopher was almost finished. He fucked Amber's mouth rapidly, and then, on the brink, pulled back and spurted all over her face. He must have been saving this load up for days, because he covered her from nose to jaw. She slurped it up as it dripped down, running her tongue around her lips. As soon as Christopher withdrew, Kane stepped forward, exposing a cock as thick as a smoked sausage. He had Michael lift Amber up against him so they could fuck her together. Michael lay on his back, supporting Amber as Kane forced his tree-stump cock between Amber's thighs. Amber withstood this dual fucking for nearly a minute before motioning at the crowd. She wanted more. John Achatz, the last linebacker, who was a good 6'3" and 210 lbs, was pushed forward by the other players. He struggled to open his pants and stepped up over Michael. Amber hung her head backwards, opening her mouth, and John fed his cock between her lips. Now Amber was taking on three of them at once as the players cheered and howled. Kane and Michael fucked her in pussy and ass respectively, lifting her upward with their thrusts. Amber kept one hand locked around the base of John's cock to hold him close, and sucked as much of him into her as he could. The three boys were soon lost in this three-way impalement, driving their cocks into her in a frantic rhythm. Amber convulsed in orgasm from what they were doing with her, urging them on. Soon they were grunting and groaning with the effort, sweat popping out across their bodies. Somehow, they all came within seconds of each other, John shooting off down her throat, Kane spurting into her pussy, Michael firing yet another load into her bowels. One by one, they withdrew, leaving Amber with cum dribbling out of every orifice. She coughed once, sending a spray of it across her chest. But there was no rest for her, because Luke and Ben were still waiting for their turn. Luke took her mouth as Ben began disrobing. I saw, with some surprise, that Ben's penis was pierced, with not only a Prince Albert but an ampallang (a horizontal barbell through the head). A few of the other players looked on in shock at this, but the rest of them were too engrossed with Amber. Ben thrust his multiply studded cock into Amber's pussy, and he and Luck fucked her back and forth as she knelt on her hands and knees. The feel of Ben's piercings seemed to drive Amber into a frenzy, and she was soon ramming her butt back at him as he fucked her. This was more than Ben appeared prepared for, and he came scarcely a minute or two into it. Luke immediately took his place and thrust his cock up Amber's ass, pushing her face down toward the mat. He finished after another minute, filling Amber's already distended bowels with another load of cum. That completed the first round, and by now Josiah and Tony were ready for seconds. They took her together, ass and pussy, with Tony on his back and Josiah kneeling over them. Then Alan stepped forward, shoving his cock into Amber's mouth, and Amber was once again servicing three of them at once. I was still mesmerized by this endless gang-fuck, watching Amber getting further coated with sperm after every encounter. My cock had been hard for so long that it ached, but I knew I had to wait until everything was over. I didn't want to do anything to interrupt this. Then something interrupted it for me. Michael came up and grabbed my arm. "Coach, I think someone's upstairs. I thought heard someone banging on the front door." I looked up the stairs to the kitchen. I couldn't hear anything over the noise we were making. "Hold on." I went carefully upstairs, closing both lower and upper doors behind me as I went. When I reached the kitchen, I indeed heard someone knocking--pounding, really--on the front door. I couldn't quite see who it was, but whoever it was, they were big. I peeked out the side window, and my balls suddenly climbed into my gut. I went to the door. Behind it, I found Tom Everett, the head coach of the team. He did not look happy. "Mike. What the hell is going on here?" He motioned to the mass of cars parked in my front yard. "Uh." He looked past me into the house, looking for anyone inside. "Uh, Tom, look--" "Mike, don't bullshit me. That's Tommy Nelson's truck over there. I got word that the kids on the defense were having some kind of party tonight, and I'm rather intrigued that you didn't think to mention this to me." I tried to keep him out, but it was pointless. Tom Everett had played nose guard at UNL and even tried out for Green Bay after graduating. I was twenty years younger than him and in very good shape, but he was 6'5" and easily outweighed me by fifty pounds. A lot of that might be accumulated Bud Lite, but most of it was muscle, and there was no way I could keep him outside if he wanted in, which he did. He pushed his way past me into the den and looked around, seeing a few empty pizza boxes and pizza crusts the guys had left behind in their stampede for the basement. "Tom, look, some of them came over, but they just left. They went, uh . . ." "They left without their cars?" Oh. Shit. "Uh." He finally seemed to hear the revelry below and went for the kitchen. I lurched after him to stop him. "Tom, wait--" He ignored me. He opened the door to the basement, and I stumbled after him, struggling for an explanation for what he was about to see. The noise of our orgy burst into the stairwell as he opened the lower door. He took a few steps inside the basement and froze. The racket rapidly dropped off to nothing. I squeezed past him, seeing the players all looking at Tom in horror. Tony and Alan had been engaged with Amber, but they had abruptly withdrawn and were now struggling to get their pants up. Amber knelt on the mat between them, confused but unable to tell what was going on. Tom stared, pale-faced, at this scene. He ran his hands once through his salt-and-pepper hair and then looked at me. I gulped. "This was, uh, my Bet. With the defense." He looked around at the players and then at Amber. "Who is she?" he asked hoarsely. "A friend of mine." "She's not a pro?" "No. It's not like that." I battled internally for a way out of this. "Um, Tom, look. This was supposed to be a secret. I don't know who told you we were getting together tonight, but this was just something I wanted to do for them." I looked at Amber, who had gone ghost-white. I knew why. She was terrified that her identity was about to be exposed. Tom was still speechless, and suddenly I had an idea. "If you wanted to stick around, take a turn with her, I don't think anyone would mind." His jaw dropped. Around us, I saw the players' faces changing slowly from horror to anticipation. "Yeah, come on, Coach," Tommy said. "Come on, Coach," half a dozen of them chimed in. "She's a great fuck, Coach," Alan blurted out, causing the rest of them to laugh. Tommy began chanting, "Coach, Coach, Coach," pumping his fist in the air, and soon the entire room had joined in. "Coach! Coach! Coach!" Tom swallowed hard, staring at Amber. The chant continued. All at once, he lurched into action, charging toward her as he struggled with his pants. The players cheered lustily, continuing their chant as Tom finally got his dick out. Amber gobbled him up immediately. As the players circled around, cheering and chanting, Tom began fucking Amber in the mouth, realizing with amazement that she could deep throat him. But Tom was much older than these kids, and far more experienced, so he was hardly in danger of shooting off immediately. He turned Amber around, getting her on her knees, and thrust into her from behind. The players cheered again. He fucked her rapidly, causing Amber to cry out and reach between her thighs to masturbate herself. I watched in awe, seeing my boss fucking my girlfriend after she had been ravished by twenty of my football players. Tom withdrew from Amber's pussy and pushed into her abused ass, burying himself up to the root. From that point, he fucked her with long strokes, all the way in and all the way out, back and forth until Amber screeched in orgasm. Finally, with a groan and a shudder, he buried himself between her buttocks and spurted off inside her. I got another beer. Things settled down after that. Amber was subjected to more two- and three-way fucks, more facials, more of the same. Everyone went a second time, and many of them went a third. Wesley and Jason even took her fourth time, though only Wesley was able to get off, which he did to cheers and applause some time after midnight. When they were finally finished, Amber had been fucked, in one fashion or another, at least fifty times. --- I showed the players out around one a.m. Tom Everett stayed behind as Tommy Nelson finally drove off with the last batch of kids. "So this why we played such good defense this season?" he asked wryly. I laughed weakly. "Part of it." "What gave you this idea?" "Long story. I knew her in college. She's a wild one." He laughed with me. "No shit." Then he grew more serious. "Mike, I suppose I don't need to tell you that no one needs to know about this." "No." "I mean, the school . . . Phyllis . . . they just wouldn't understand." Phyllis was Tom's wife, a good church-going salt-of-the-earth type. "No. Don't worry about it." He thumped me on the shoulder. "Okay. See you on Monday." "Bye." I watched him drive off. Then I went downstairs. I found Amber laying on her back in the middle of the array of exercise mats. She looked half-dead from exhaustion, bruises all over her legs. She had dried and half-dried semen caked all over the inside of her thighs, cum all over her belly, her breasts, her face, gooey dreadlocks of it in her hair. I had never seen so much cum in all my life. The odor of it was strong and sour in the air. I knelt down beside her, sliding my arms under her back and knees, and picked her up. She was as limp as a rag doll. I carried her upstairs to my bathroom and set her in the bathtub. When I pulled the mask off her face, it left a sweaty red impression behind. She shut her eyes against the sudden glare, not looking at me. I ran a warm bath for her, and slowly and tenderly cleaned her up. I combed the cum out of her hair, washed it out of her ass and pussy. Her pubic area was red and swollen, but she scarcely reacted to my attentions. She still seemed lost in slut-space, you might call it, not fully aware of my presence. Her eyes remained closed until I was done. Then I lifted her out of the bath into a towel and carried her to my bed. I dried her off. She was still limp and motionless. I found the massage oil and began rubbing the bruises and knots out of her muscles. Bit by bit, she seemed to emerge from the experience. "Are you all right?" I asked finally. "Tired," she said very softly. "Sore." "You did good." She nodded, closing her eyes. She looked like she wanted to sleep, so I got up to let her rest. But her hand suddenly closed around my wrist, tightly enough that it surprised me. "Wait." "What?" "Fuck me . . . please." I gulped. "Are you sure?" She nodded. "First and last," she said weakly. "You have to be first and last." I disrobed slowly. She lay there looking up at me, with a look on her face that I couldn't quite read. My cock ached as it rose to erection again, so long had I been about to burst that night. Amber simply spread her legs for me, waiting. I climbed onto the bed, settling between her thighs. I pushed forward into her tender pussy, feeling her squeezing me weakly. I bottomed out, lying on top of her bruised body, and she wrapped her arms around me. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you, too." I made love to her slowly and carefully, remaining deeply inside her and not withdrawing too far. She writhed under me, rolling her hips against me. I kissed her, finding the faint odor of semen still lingering in her mouth. The taste of it spurred something inside me, sending images of that night spinning through my head. I moved faster, more purposefully, beginning to lose a grip on my control. Amber moaned, arching her back, pushing up at me. Her inner muscles continued to massage me. In my mind, I saw Dave spurting his come in her face, saw Kane and Michael and John taking her three-on-one. I cried out, stabbing into her, spurting off before I meant to. But it didn't stop me. It wasn't anywhere near enough. I kept thrusting, my erection not subsiding. Amber let out a groan, spiking up at me, and I felt her quivering in orgasm around my cock. I was gone by this point, fucking her as hard and as fast as anyone had that night. She didn't seem to care, didn't seem as sore or as battered as I had thought. Her hands clawed at my butt, pulling me back into her with each thrust. I slammed against her pubic bone, making little tits shake on her chest. She reached behind her against the headboard, bracing herself to fuck back at me. I cried out with each thrust now, lost in the fog of everything that had happened that night, drawn only by the primal need to come inside her again. All of a sudden she bucked me off of her and rolled over, pushing her butt back at me. I saw my cum running out of her and buried my cock in her ass. She pinched her sphincter muscle around me as tightly as she could. I hammered at her butt, and she met every thrust. Both hands were gripping the headboard now, bracing herself. I held tightly onto her waist, feeling my cum rising again. I cried out, almost screaming, as I approached another orgasm. Amber came, and came again, each time almost tearing my cock off with her inner muscles. Finally I rammed myself as deeply into her as I had ever been, straining, trying to lift her off the bed with only my cock, and came as hard as I ever had in my life. Gasping and shuddering, we collapsed on the bed. I dozed off for a moment, coming to as I realized that Amber was returning the favor now, cleaning me up with a wet washcloth. When she was satisfied, she took me into her mouth and began sucking slowly. I didn't know what she thought she could do, but I lay there and let her do it. She blew me for ten or fifteen minutes before my erection had returned, and then she set out drawing yet another load out of me. One for the last orifice, I realized, having come in her pussy and her ass already. Somehow, she did it, alternately deep-throating me or slurping on the head like a lollipop. What I came wasn't much, but it was enough to satisfy her. Afterward, she lay beside me, under my arm, head on my chest. "I had fun," she said softly. "I'm glad." "Who was the old guy?" "Coach Everett. He must have come by to check on me or something." "Oh. Wow. I did him too, huh?" "Yep." "It was better . . ." she said a moment later. "What was?" "--than I thought. It was better than I thought it would be. Tonight." "Oh." "Once I got going." "You really got going." She snuggled against me, burying her face against my neck. "I'm all yours, Mike. All yours." --- What happened after that? Well, it's something I probably should have anticipated. Late that spring, one of the players--I would never learn who it was, though I had my suspicions--had an attack of conscience and confessed what had happened that night to his parents. They were not, as you might expect, too damned happy. One morning after P.E. class, I was summoned to the principal's office. There waiting for me were Steve Barclay, Tom Everett, and one of the members of the local school board. When I saw the look in Tom's eyes, I knew immediately what was up. We had a very long discussion, during which I learned that no one was particularly eager to have this come out. You know what the goddamned press would do with this, Steve said. I professed remorse, they professed to understand what had motivated me. Tom said relatively little, and I realized he had probably pushed Steve toward the idea of a cover-up. It won't help the team at all, he said at one point. Luckily for us, the player's parents weren't interested in a scandal either--they just wanted my ass hung out to dry. We talked and strategized, but it became clear that I really had only once choice. I offered to resign and leave town. Steve and the school board member agreed that that would be the best solution. School would be out in a few weeks anyway. I could finish the term, but after that, it would best if I left as soon as possible. So I did. We kept it low-key, though several of the players wanted to start a campaign to keep me around. I got out of my lease on the house and packed up my belongings. I moved out to California, finding an apartment in the San Fernando Valley in Los Angeles. I got my California teaching credentials and soon found a job with L.A. school district. What's that? What about Amber? Well, fuck--of course I took her with me. You didn't think I would leave her behind after all the work I did on her, did you? I could hardly have kept her away anyway. She was eighteen by then, and no one could have stopped her, though her parents tried. There had been no more gangbangs, but we had spent much of that spring visiting various perversions upon Cindy every weekend. Jessica came to town again, and we all went to another rave. Then came the scandal. --- Once we were settled in L.A., Amber found a job as an exotic dancer, a vocation I encouraged. She was soon making three times as much money as I did, and after six months of it, I just quit and managed her career. We had been in L.A. eight months when she asked me when I would orchestrate another gangbang for her. Not if, mind you. When. So I did. I went on the Internet and carefully recruited about ten men for her, and we rented a motel room for the event. Soon we were doing it about once a month, and every time, as with that inaugural night in Nebraska, Amber wanted me to go first and last. That was three years ago. Since then, I've watched her deep-throat cocks that would choke Secretariat. I've watched her fuck five guys at once, one in each orifice and two with her hands. I've seen her with so much cum on her body that it looked as if she had bathed in it. None of it ever sates her for long. She's kept up all her exercises, all the stuff I asked her to do back in Nebraska. Last year, after I joked about her being able to open a beer bottle with her pussy, she tried to do it. And succeeded. It took some practice, but she actually managed to do it. Two months ago, she first broached the idea of doing a porn movie. But not just any porn movie--no, what she wants to do is the next installment of the World's Biggest Gangbang. The last girl fucked 700 guys, I told her. I know, she said, I want to do a thousand. That should be enough to make the record last. Then she called the porn company to audition. I wasn't sure whether they would give her the time of day, but somehow she got the spot. A thousand men. She wants to fuck a thousand men. Me, Ron Jeremy, and 998 other strange guys. I shouldn't be surprised at this, I guess. I started her down this path. And don't get me wrong--she still loves me and I still love her. I still find her uncontrollably arousing. But, to tell you the truth, I'm more than a little afraid of her now. She's turned into more of a slut than I ever hoped for. I'm not in control anymore; I haven't been for a long time. I'm just along for the ride. I only hope she wants to keep me around for it. And that's why she's about to go on the Howard Stern Show this morning, to promote this movie. Howard got wind of her beer bottle trick somehow, and his producers are making noises about wanting a demonstration. I'm sure Amber will do it for them. I don't mind. But it's not like I could stop her anyway. --- --- Epilogue. TRANSCRIPT OF THE HOWARD STERN TELEVISION SHOW #527 (C)opyright E! Networks Air date: September 25, 2000 --- HOWARD: How many men would you say you've had sex with? AMBER: At least five hundred. ROBIN: Five hundred? You've had sex with five hundred men? AMBER: About that many. I'm estimating. HOWARD: What about other girls? AMBER: Sure. HOWARD: How many? AMBER: Probably about forty. Forty to fifty. HOWARD: I'm crushed. You like men, what would it be, ten times more than women? AMBER (laughing): No. Probably about the same. It's just harder to get girls to gangbang you. HOWARD: I'm losing control here. I'm going to have to visit the restroom in a second. Amber, if I could get fifty women to gangbang you, would you be interested? ROBIN: Howard, my God, women do not do things like that. AMBER: Sure, I'd do it. HOWARD: And you were telling us your boyfriend doesn't mind any of this. AMBER: It's his thing. He's the one who really turned me on to it. I was a virgin when I met him. ROBIN: And he got you to have sex with other men? AMBER: Right. HOWARD: You lost your virginity in a gangbang? AMBER: No, just to him. The gangbangs came later. JACKIE: Came later. There's a joke in there somewhere. ROBIN: I cannot imagine a man doing something like that to his girlfriend. AMBER: I like it. I always have. HOWARD: All right. Now, Amber, before the program, you were telling us about this little talent of yours, that you can open beer bottles with your female organ? AMBER: Right. JOHN: What, twist-offs? Or pop-tops? AMBER: Twist-offs. ROBIN: I do not believe this. It is not physically possible for a woman to do something like that. HOWARD: How exactly do you do this? AMBER: Well, I have to wrap one of those rubber jar-opening things around the cap first. Then I, you know, put it inside me and twist it off. It took me a while to figure out the trick to it. JACKIE: There's a trick to it? AMBER: It's mainly the positioning. ROBIN: I still do not believe this. HOWARD: I gather this took some practice. AMBER: Well, it took me a long time to develop my muscles, you know, inside me. I started doing that when I was a teenager. My boyfriend gave me these--Ben-wa balls? Can I say that on the air? ROBIN: You just did. AMBER: Oh. Sorry. Well, anyway, he had me carry them around all the time, and I'd do exercises with them. We started joking about my being able to open beer bottles, you know, and one day I just tried it to see if I could. It took a while, but I managed to do it. ROBIN: I will believe this when I see it. HOWARD: Well, Robin, Amber has agreed to demonstrate this trick for us. I have here a bottle of beer, and--where is it?--this rubber bottle opener. Is this what you need? AMBER: Yeah. HOWARD: Go ahead. ROBIN: I cannot believe I'm watching this. [About ten seconds of dead air here] ROBIN: Oh my God! JACKIE (yelling): [unable to transcribe] JOHN (yelling): [unable to transcribe] HOWARD: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have just made radio history. I know you can't see this at home, but this woman has just opened a beer bottle with her vagina. ROBIN: Oh, my God. JACKIE (yelling): [unable to transcribe] JOHN (yelling): [unable to transcribe] HOWARD: We have just witnessed the first gynecological beer-opening in radio history. JACKIE: This belongs in the Guinness Book of Records. AMBER: Does anyone want the beer? JACKIE: Here. JOHN: I'll take it. Give it to me. --- --- THE END

The High Price of Curiosity by Blair "I think it would be fun." "I don't know. I would hate to get caught up in something we might ....regret." "Beth assured me everything is voluntary. It would definitely be different and we can just watch." She smiling her naughty grin as she moved to take her stockings off the night stand. "What the hell tell them we'll show up." Mike and Maureen had dabbled a bit in bondage. They would take turns tying each other up with Maureen's stockings and pleasuring each other. And it was definitely a pleasurable experience. The sex they had while role playing was terrific. They added a blindfold to heighten the sensitivity and awareness of the "slaves" other senses. Maureen mentioned it her girlfriends during one of her girls nights out. Mike was initially upset mainly because he did not want to seem like a pervert. He was not too surprised that some of the other couples also play around like they did. He guessed after 5 years of marriage couples have to try something to spice up the marriage bed. Beth had mentioned to Maureen her and Dan had joined a bondage club that gets more involved than playing. A real live submissive, either a man or woman submits to the others for a night of training, discipline and sex. Maureen was embarrassed hearing the details but her curiosity was peaked. She thought long and hard about accepting the invitation from one of best friends but once she decided she wanted to see what happened at a club like that she went to work on Mike. Like her, he was hesitant but was convinced fairly easily. =================== They were the last to show up at the bondage party being held at an expansive house out in the country. Maureen could not decide what to wear but settled on a black mid thigh skirt and a white blouse that she tied to show off her midriff. Naturally she wore stockings, just in case they were needed she jokingly told Mike. Their were about 15 people at the party not counting the submissive. She had already assumed her role. Naked she wore a thick leather collar with a leash. She was on all fours licking a woman's shoes. Her brunette hair was in a ponytail. On a table was an assortment of whips cuffs gags, dildos and a leather hood. "Well this looks interesting" Mike laughed nervously. Even though Maureen had more details than him she was still embarrassed to see the submissive and implements in person. They were introduced around and were eagerly welcomed by everyone. The naked girl crawled over to be introduced as "slut". It would be easy to remember as it was tattooed on her shapely behind. She began licking Maureen's black heels. She watched and laughed nervously as the woman's tongue cleaned her footwear. Beth and Debbie sternly instructed her on her duty, Beth emphasized the instructions by striking sluts behind with a riding crop she was holding.. They smiled at Maureen and engaged in small talk with her. Maureen definitely got the impression slut was a true submissive. People were mingling and drinking. A few were dancing to music. Paul and Dan came up to Mike and asked if he would run out with them for more wash as he was the last in the drive. He didn't have a problem and told Maureen he was leaving to run to the store and would be back in about soon. When they got back the party was in full swing. Several of the people including Maureen had donned masks the covered the top part of their face. Mike took the one Maureen handed him and he put it on. Maureen was involved in a conversation with tow couples so he went over by Dan who was watching the action in the center of the room. Slut was already prepared for her bondage, training and discipline for the night. She was wearing padded cuffs that were connected to a chain that ran up to the ceiling. She was stretched taunt as her toes barely touched the floor. the several read makes on her back and red glow of her behind made it obvious she had experienced more than a few of the whips and crops. Mike had been assured the submissive had voluntarily agreed to the nights activities but could not help notice how she struggled. Dan told him it was all part of the role playing. After all even a submissive though she may get off on being slave does not necessarily enjoy all that happens to her body and mind. Slut wore one of the hoods that was on the table. It completely covered the top part of her face and head from the nose up. Her pony tail had been braided and stuck through an opening. The braid made an attractive leash as it was almost constant pulled and used to twist her body towards the next lash. Slut moaned out loud at every touch of leather on her body. She would probably be screamed Mike thought but the ball that stretched her mouth wide made that impossible. The ball was buckled tight behind her head forcing her to take as much as she could into her mouth and then some. Mike noticed Maureen watching the abuse slut was receiving as she mingled. He smiled, she could talk to anyone about anything. He was glad she was having a good time. He was surprised when Beth and Maureen walked up to slut. Beth was carrying a bar with cuffs on it. he watched intently. He was surprised Maureen had decided to participate in disciplining and training slut. He reasoned, probably correctly, the several drinks she had lowered her inhibitions a bit. Maureen reached down, grabbed one of sluts ankles and brought it up to her waist. Beth buckled one of the cuffs to it. The process was repeated with the other ankle. Slut was shaking her head no, rather emphatically Mike thought, as this was going on. "Oh quit complaining you love this" Beth told her. She gave slut a good slap across her face. Once the bar was attached to slut's ankles. Maureen lowered it to the floor. Slut's toes no longer barely touched the floor. The bar kept her legs a good three feet apart or more. She was suspended only by her wrists. "That's got to be a killer on her shoulders" Mike commented to Paul. "Yeah this is the bondage part. It makes her more pliable for the training." Slut was rolling her head. Suspended off the floor with her legs spread she was open for anything anyone decided to do. Three women approached with riding crops. Mike thought this woman really must enjoy being so degraded to let this be done to her. She knew another round of whipping was coming and weakly shook her head no as her chin fell to her chest. Rather than concentrate on her behind and back as the others had done these women gave all their attention to her front. The first hit on her breast brought her out of her resigned stupor. She swung wildly and tried to turn away. One of the woman, Mike, thought her name was Erica, grabbed the braid and wrapped it around her hand wrenching slut's head back. Slut was looking straight up. Having her head held securely she could no longer turn away from the onslaught. Mike thought that the hits to her breasts must really be painful. He was thinking of how sensitive Maureen's breasts were and how incredibly aroused she got when he paid attention to them. he felt himself getting aroused thinking of his wife and watching the woman be whipped. Mike and Dan commented that they had been waiting for this for a long time and walked over to the stove. No part of slut's front escaped attention. Her stomach, legs and even her puss was lashed. One even stood directly in front and brought her crop up between slut's legs causing her to jerk wildly. In trying to escape the crops her hair was being painfully pulled. Paul picked up a container and they walked over to join the three women. Dan motioned for Mike to join them but he shook his head no. Unlike his wife he was not ready to participate. By this time slut just hung there. Her struggling had just about ceased. Erica let go of her hair and said something to her. She nodded in agreement. The women moved away and left the two men. Dan put his hands into the container. At least what they have is not too hot Mike thought. The container held warm oil. He began with sluts arms and moved to her back. She must like this as the tension in her body seemed to ease. Dan did her neck and back. Mike could not help notice sluts nipples were engorged. She tried to move to get Dan to rub her breasts with the soothing oil, but he ignored her offering. Dan took the container from Paul and he did her breasts. Kneading the oil in as he talked to her. She stiffened a little. He was rubbing the oil on her nipples pinching and twisting as he went. Slut tried to thrust her hips out a bit. "The slut's really in heat" Someone loudly commented. Mike chuckled thinking to himself, in heat, just like an animal. Paul moved behind and began rubbing her cheeks. She moved her behind out offering it. Then she yelped and tried to pull away. Paul had his hand around her waist though. With his other hand he had shoved first one finger than two into her anus. He was smiling as her said something to her. Slut hung her head. Mike thought it almost seemed like she was ashamed. When Paul began to rub her crotch she came back to life. The warm oil on her sore puss was getting her excited. She bucked her hips as much as she could suspended off the floor. "Don't go to far" was the comment a couple behind Mike said. He realized they wanted her all sexed up but not to orgasm. He remembered fondly how he loved to bring Maureen to the brink and then back off. After doing that several times she would beg him to let her cum. He looked for Maureen but did not see her or Beth. He figured she went out for air. The room was warm with everybody watching. he got up and moved around to see if he could find her but was unsuccessful. Slut was close to orgasm When Paul stopped. A black woman made her remember why she was there and began whipping her again. She mentally crashed from intense pleasure to intense pain. Once the feelings of orasming felt her Paul began again rubbing her clit. She began to shake. The combination of pleasure and pain was driving her mind crazy. They finally let slut down. She fell to the floor exhausted but her rest was short lived. A kick from the black woman got her up on all fours. She attached a leash to the collar and got her to follow her around the floor. Finally getting her up on a small table that had been brought in. She body shined from the combination of sweat and oil. Slut hung her head in resignation. She knew what was coming. Her knees and wrist when cuffed to the table, wide. Her breasts hung down and her privates where very visible to all. Mike was getting very horny where was Maureen? He had noticed several couples where petting each other. He sensed an orgy about to start. This he could participate in. Public sex with his wife was a fantasy of his. Slut began to moan loudly no scream into her gag and tried unsuccessfully to escape the black woman. She held alligator clips in her hand and had made it a point to show them to slut. She twisted sluts nipples to get them hard and cruelly snapped them on. Tears ran down the leather hood. She took the two chains hanging from the clips and attached them to the sides of the table with absolutely no slack. The sluts tits were excruciatingly pulled and stretched to the sides. Slut moved ever so slightly; every direction brought her screaming pain. Another woman came out of the audience and pulled her braid back to raise her head. The black woman unbuckled the ball gag. Teeth marks were indented in it from Slut biting into it. The woman removed the leather hood also. Slut's eyes were red from crying. Her jaw aching unbelievably as she tried to form the words to beg for release and help. All she could mutter was no more. The woman picked up another gag. This one shaped like a ring and forced it to the slut's mouth. The ring made her form an "O" and made it impossible for her to close her mouth. The straps went under her chin up the front of her face between her eyes and around to the back of her head. Mike wasn't paying much attention as he had joined several people who seemed to know Slut. He was curious and listened to them talk about her. She was married and had started slowly with her fetish but accelerated quickly as was the usual case one of the guys said. Bondage, discipline and training broke her normal personality. Her husband didn't really know about her tastes. Mike thought of her as a .....freak to let people torture her. An attractive redhead told him she crossed over and was now of a simpleton, a whore.... bondage slut than a happy wife. She said it sarcastically. When Mike glanced over at the bond whore.....he was thinking how could someone supposedly happily married turn into such a sexed idiot. She had one man behind her. It was obvious he was fucking her ass. Another was standing in front. Thrusting his hips forcefully in and out. He was fucking her face. The black woman was lashing her back and offering encouragement Most of it mocking as was numerous other people. He was right it was turning into a orgy. He was getting a bit worried he had not seen Maureen for over an hour. One of the woman laughingly told him to check the bedrooms. He got a chill could his wife have been seduced by the atmosphere. He left to go to the other end of the house to find Maureen. He glanced over his shoulder as he walked away and said to no on in particular "what a slut." Everyone within earshot laughed. +++++++++++++++ Part Two "Be careful" Maureen told Mike. "You've had a couple of drinks." Mike didn't hear the last comment he was already moving out the door with Dan and Paul to go to the store. "That is what he should tell you" Maureen looked quizzically at Deborah. The black woman she and Beth were talking to. "What do you mean?" She had barely finished the question when someone said "Okay they are gone." Maureen was grabbed from behind. Two men had each grabbed a arm causing her to drop her drink. Two more each grabbed a leg. "What the HELL ARE YOU DOING? she screamed as she struggled to get free. Let me GO! She was no match for the four men. Several others approached her and held her in place on a table she had been dumped on. "Beth! Help me! What are you doing STOP!" She was being undress. "STOP! STOP IT! Noooo." Her shoes and hose were the first to come off. The group was working carefully but quickly. "Beth Please! no god help me" Maureen's protests quiet for a moment as she concentrated on trying to break free. "hat's happening? Are you that stupid." Her skirt was unzipped and lowered down her hips. They held her thighs so they could get it off. "We are going to have some fun." "Stop! stop don't." her panties were pulled off. Mike's wife was panicked. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded. Getting free was impossible. There was no shortage of hands to hold and control her. People were laughing at her. Calling her a whore, a bitch, a slut. "No no" she kept repeating it. "We decided you would make a great slut. Breaking you is going to be so much FUN." Beth emphasized the last comment. "No.... Mike.... Mike help me." "Your Mikey is gone and you are all alone....the best part is he doesn't have a clue." And neither will you someone added in about an hour. Laughter greeted the comments. Her blouse was carefully unbuttoned and removed. She struggled for all she was worth but was no match for the group. If she was observing she would have seen everyone was mocking her. Watching her be stripped. Stripped of her clothing but more importantly stripped of her dignity. Her bra was the last article of her clothing to come off. The brunette wife's struggled from trying to get free to trying to cover herself. She failed, she was pinned tight to the table. "You are going to be trained bitch!" Beth told her loudly. "Trained and broken tonight." "Why, why? help me Beth. " "I am helping" she laughed. "It was my idea to take you. i always thought you a stuck up bitch and now..........you and that pretty body are going to change all in one night." "Why, Why helpppp" Her legs were pulled wide apart. Shaving cream was put on her pubic hair. In a few swipes she had a bald puss. In only more than 5 minutes she had gone from a respected woman happily married to a nude humiliated female. "Why, why for fun of course. Do you think Mikey will want you after tonight. Just think if he throws your whore ass out." Nooooo her pleadings brought no sympathy or pity. Maureen was a prize. She was flopped over on her stomach. Someone yanked her head back and gathered her shoulder length brunette hair and began braiding it. "OWWW" she felt a needle pinch her behind. then again and again. She was realizing just how helpless she was. Physically unable to do anything but beg she whimpered "stop it hurts." Everyone was laughing. Laughing at her pleading. "Noooo Don't oh my god no, no, no" In front of her eyes Slut the woman who a few minutes ago was licking her shoes put her panties on. It suddenly hit her. She was trading places with Slut. Slut the woman who agreed to be whipped tortured trained and ............noooooooo Her mind was fraying........gang bang.......raped. If she could see she would see the word SLUT being permanently tattooed on her behind. "I'llll call the police let me......... stopppp." "I don't think so. You are going to be sooooo humiliated , degraded broken. The film will keep you in line and ............ available for future use." Through tear filled eyes Maureen saw Slut had her stockings and skirt on. She put the bra on. "A perfect fit." She was smiling evilly at Maureen. After she put her blouse on she pinned her hair like Maureen had worn her's with Maureen's clip. Someone handed her a mask. The mask hid enough of her facial features. "Noooo" She realized Slut looked just like her. Dressed in her clothes wearing her hair like that. "Noooo" "We will just keep Mikey busy and away from you....... till it's too late." "Who knows he may even want to fuck slut's ass......wait that would be your ass." Everyone roared. A large red rubber ball was put in front of Maureen's lips. She clenched her jaws tight. Her efforts were wasted. They yanked her braid viciously back she opened her mouth to scream but it was cut off. They pushed the ball deep into her mouth. Not satisfied with how deep it was someone pinched the sides of her jaws. Maureen reflexively opened her mouth a bit further. They were satisfied and buckled it tightly behind her head. Maureen' begging ceased. The only sounds she made were mumbled moans. Beth cruelly mimicked her sounds. A piece of leather was snuggly forced onto her head. Her braid was pulled up through an opening. Her face from her nose up was hidden behind the hot leather. With the large ball stuffing and extending her mouth and the hood no one would know it was her. They lifted her off the table and stood her on her bare feet. MMmmmm You are going to be soooo sorry you came tonight. Maureen already knew that. Beth stated the obvious. What Maureen did not know was everything she was going to be taken from her. Maureen was dragged to the center of the large sitting area. Leather cuffs were buckled to her wrist's. The rope was taken up till she was barely on her toes. Her firm luscious body stretched and open for all to see. The woman wearing her clothes stood in front of her. "Hello my name is Maureen you must be slut the whore Beth has told me so much about. You really must be a degenerate to want to be whipped, trained and fucked silly" She hung her head in defeat. The words Mau... no slut had spoke were hers to Beth when hearing the details of what goes on at the bondage party. She put her hand out to shake ..... "Oh my mistake slut your........indisposed" Laughter rang in her ears but stopped as her mind exploded in pain as the first lash fell on her back. Maureen struggled to escape the lashes but only swung my her arms. Her back her shoulders her wrists her jaws her behind.........all were in excruciating pain but non more so than her dignity and pride. She finally stopped struggling and just took the beating. "That's a good girl just accept what you are" someone spoke in her ear. The whipping finally stopped. She raised her head. Mike, Mike he's sitting right there help me why won't he help. His laughter along with Dan's and Paul's was burned in to her. She moaned as Beth and Maureen.........her mind registered the other woman as Maureen came up to her with a bar. She pleaded and begged to be released. They smiled as they picked up one of her ankles. Her body ached. Beth said something all and slapped her hard across the face. All she heard was slut. Maureen lowered her one leg and picked up the other. it felt like her shoulders were coming out of their socket. She felt her legs forced wide apart. What was Nooooo. Her mind was dominated by pain. dominated by her total degradation. She swung aimlessly , beaten.....her long legs sooo far apart her....... " Everyone can see your cunt slut" Her mind exploded again. No not ......she screamed and screamed. People Mike were laughing at her. Her breasts no not stop her mind screamed and no one heard. The real sad thing is no one cared. She felt her head lurched back. She stared at the ceiling. Her breasts burned. Each lash burned the pain deeper into her mind. Numbed her a little at a time. Every part of her being jerked physically and mentally as her pussy became the target of leather. "Your a slut.....Your a Whore.......enjoy it we might stop" The woman holding her braid kept repeating in her ear. The wife was being turned. A way out. Go along enjoy it........ be a slut a whore.......an end. She tried hard to not struggle to take the punishment. Suddenly it stopped. Accept it and they stop. She foolishly thought she understood. She felt warm oil on her arms. Sooo good then her back. Her moaning changed. She rolled her head it felt so good. She felt the pain being massaged from her. Her back OHHHH yes. She felt hands on her behind her tender behind. "I've wanted to fuck your ass for a long time." She jerked. Nooo her mind couldn't accept the violation. This is just my finger think of how my cock...... how everyone's cock will feel. Maureen shook and tried to move away but was incapable. The probing finally stopped. Her breasts ohhhhh so good she felt her nipples harden from nooooo not excited ohhhh. If she could talk everyone would be amused at the babbling incoherent thoughts of her mind. Her pussy ohhh god yes. The oil felt so wonderful so warm. Even hanging she moved her hips she was going to nooooooyesssss cum. Her mind snapped the feelings the wonderful feelings gone with the contact of leather on her oil covered body. She shook from the sudden change. All the pleasure she felt was gone and the pain was back. She was bad she did something wrong. The oil so gooood she began moving reaching for the warm fingers she was NOOOOOO Ahhh her body exploded her tits nooo i'll be good please let me stopp. She heard laughter...... "slut .....whore" Yes slut I'm a whore whip me let me cum please....... She hit the floor finally it's over home i want to go home. She was on all fours crawling how????? she followed where she was lead. "Up girl up that's a good girl" She stopped thinking. She just obeyed. her knees were spread wide and buckled to the platform. Ohh yess the ball was unbuckled. They struggled to remove it but finally got it out. Her jaw ached she could barely close her mouth the pain was so intense. She began crying. "Please let me go I was good i'll be good i want to go home" The leather hood came off. Thank you please thank you. Maureen hung her head but it was yanked back up by her braid. Hard rubber were shoved into her sore mouth. She mumbled barely coherent a thank you it was not as severe as the ball. She felt hands on her nipples felt them harden ohhh yeesowwwwww her nipples were viscously captured by the clips. She needed to jerk to buck to free them but any movement no matter how slight brought her unbelievable pain. She hung her head and looked down her breasts, her round firm breasts were stretched by her nipples grotesquely out to the side of the platform. She felt a hand pull her head back up. She was staring a hardened penis. Her eyes opened wide as it slide between her opened lips into her mouth. She closed her eyes and bit down. Nothing happened other than hearing the man say "that's it make that fuck hole tighter." The penis was entering her throat and she could do nothing about it. Nor could Maureen do anything about the penis she felt at her anus. She was frozen. She fought to stay perfectly still. The pain in her nipples drove her to ignore........ ignore the stretching of her anus by the rock hard...... "That's it slut take them both." Nooooo she cringed as the pain returned to her back. "Fuck them slut. Use those two holes. Your a whore a pain loving whore............" Maureen was crying. Her tears ran down her bulging cheeks. She felt both men stiffen and empty into her. She swallowed as best she could but sperm ran down her chin. Two more took their place. Cum covered her face. She couldn't turn away. She just .......accepted the humiliation. Maureen felt the warm liquid leaking from her behind. She felt the sperm landing on her back. She was numb to the pain. She was....accepting being gang....... banged she accepted being a slut. She just stayed as still as she could crying. Let anyone who wanted to whip her whip her... let anyone fuck her ass.......let anyone fuck her mouth. Someone called her a fuck toy.......... a fucking pain slut. The words the actions burned what was left of any dignity she had left. When everyone who wanted her had her; some more than once Beth approached her. Not that she could see anything. Sperm had flown into both her blue eyes some time ago burning and blurring her vision. Beth turned her nose up. Maureen, Slut had been beautiful now she was.......disgusting .........was the best way to describe "it". Her face was hidden behind a thick covering of male seed. Her brunette hair matted with sperm hung stiffly framing her face. Her braid long since taken out. The hair used as a ...dick rag. Her mouth held obscenely open by the ring gag drooled white cum into a puddle on the table. Her behind looked no better. Her rectum, her virgin rectum was stretched open. The onslaught of her behind by how many men?..... had her leaking their sperm down her inner thighs. Her stomach was full. Her pride gone. Stuck up bitch.....she was far from it. Pleasure was something she had not even had an inkling of. Her pussy had not been touched. Pleasure was something that was a tool of theirs to torture her feelings and her mind. Pleasure was something they would hold over her; use to control her with for a long time to come. Entice her, humiliate her, make her grovel. It was going to be a long time before she experienced an orgasm. Aftermath Mike did not take the switching of his wife of 6 years with Slut easy. Maureen, slut to everyone else, did her best to convince him she wanted the "experience" That it was all her idea to switch. That she begged Beth to let her do it. That she wanted to be whipped and put onto bondage. That she wanted to be trained to be a fuck toy. To use those words to describe herself .........She fought back tears pleading with him to accept it. She paid the price for her curiosity and would continued to do so. Beth had told her the only men that did not fuck her were the ones HIV positive. They were there for Mikey. If she didn't convince him it was her idea and she loved every moment then he would experience all she did and more. She loved Mike. She had to protect him. In a raspy throat fucked voice she begged and begged till his anger subsided. She offered to do him right there to prove it. She offered to let him whip her. He had tears in his eyes. How could he not know his wife was a whore. He could not even look at her she was so disgusting.......her face and hair covered in cum her body bruised, cum dripping off her chin. Disgusting in every way. The next day Maureen could still barely move. She was stiff and in pain but she went to the girls night anyway. She had to. She had to save Mike. He protested and told her not to go. She wished she could tell him why but couldn't they were being watched. Or so she believed what she was told. When she came home she wouldn't talk about it. It was to degrading for her to discuss her forced lesbianism. He pleaded and begged her to act "normal". She cried and yelled to leave her alone. She supported a souvenir from her first night with the women. Her nipples so tender and raw had been pierced. Hanging from the buds were not small demure gold rings but thick rings an inch in diameter. If he heard her scream when they were installed he would now the truth. But he didn't. He was home. Home safe. She quit her job on Monday. She could never go to work again. Beth knew where she worked. The film and pictures of her degraded her right out of employment. Mike was furious. Was that all she was going to do lay around and fuck. She wanted to tell him so badly what was really going on. But couldn't. The house was bugged or so she believed them. Beth and Janet came over the next weekend. Maureen had left for a party, alone. They comforted him. Told him it was just a phase. Give Maureen a little time and space. Beth left him alone with Janet. They talked. She was the woman Maureen wanted to switch with. the She looked alot like his wife and found it easy to talk to her and open up. Maureen was unapproachable. Janet started spending more and more time at their house. Maureen meekly accepted her presence. She would always be nude when she was around. Not that she wore much of any clothing anymore. The rings made it painful to wear a bra and she lived in only T-shirts and panties. When Mike complained about her parading around naked she responded because she wanted Janet to see her wonderful body to try to seduce her. Mike took to calling her a whore. She was loose around everyone but him. She showed him absolutely no affection. Maureen fought back tears when Janet brought her a present. It was a maids dress. The black and white outfit was two sizes two small and barely fit her. The plunging neckline and under wire cups barely contained her breasts pushing them up. The hem, had been shortened to only cover her if she was standing straight; bending would display her privates. She apologized for the small size. She told Maureen she did not think she was so fat. Maureen was far from fat but knew how the comment would hurt. She told Maureen in front of Mike that it bothered her when Maureen was walking around nude and wished she had more self esteem and modesty. That is the reason why she bought it. The maid outfit was appropriate she added because that is all Maureen ever did when she was home clean, cook and wait on her and Mike. She was more a maid then a wife. She was crushed when Mike agreed with Janet. Maureen would disappear for days at a time. Mike was finding it harder and harder to live with her. She came home one day with her brunette hair dyed blonde with strawberry highlights. She had her clit pierced along with her labia. Her ears sporting 6 gold hoop earrings in each ear. The rings started small and got progressively larger. The bottom one was 4 inches in diameter. She not only acted the slut now she looked like one, a slutty bimbo. She refused to talk to him. Mike was glad Janet was there. A few weeks later Maureen came home with a nose ring hanging from her septum. She started crying and screamed at him to leave her alone that he didn't understand what she was doing that......... "Your a slut". He finished her sentence for him. She stormed out of the house. She had no where to go so she called Beth. Beth came and picked her up. Beth smiled in satisfaction when she saw Maureen standing on the corner crying. She looked like a $2.00 whore with her pink lycra mini dress that hugged her body, pink stiletto heels, strawberry blonde hair and rings. Breaking and molding the beautiful, intelligent wife was a challenge and a lot of fun. Everyone loved her tears it showed the she was still fighting the degradation she was enduring. Beth drove her to a house out in the country she had never been to before. She clipped a chain to her nose ring and lead her into a room off the study. In the center was a cage the size for a large dog. Beth told her to "STAY" Maureen started crying Beth only talked to her like a dog. Maureen went to a cabinet and brought back a pair of scissors and cut the pink dress off. Maureen just stood there crying and did not resist. "This is your new home Slut. Mike told Janet he is filing for divorce and does not want your.......how did he put it"..... laughing Beth said "stupid whoring ass around anymore" Maureen started shaking her head and saying "no, no, no I did everything you wanted everything they wanted please"...... Maureen's pleadings got her a hard slap across the face. "Do I have to gag you AGAIN" Beth told her. Maureen hated being gagged she learned her training well and shut her mouth and lowered her head and looked meekly at the floor. Beth pushed her to the cage and told her to get in. She barely fit there was not enough room to turn around. The leash on her nose ring was clipped tightly against the cage she rested her face against the metal and cried. Her wrists were handcuffed to the sides. She could only kneel her breasts hanging. She felt Beth behind her reaching in, playing with her. She sobbed and shook uncontrollably. "Please please let me cum please i have too." "Slut you know our agreement. You get to cum only when you are officially divorced and Janet is married to Mike. Only then will we let you cum. Cum all you want. Cum like the whore you are. Cum like a dog." Beth stopped and walked away thinking it would be fun to not even let her cum then. Keep the woman deprived. She wondered if it would be possible to go insane being so cruelly teased and deprived. Beth took one more glance at the broken female on her knees humping air and closed the door leaving the sobbing wife to contemplate her frustration and fate alone. ============ Comments can be made to me at [email protected] ______________________________________

SLEEP TIME My thanks to the anonymous author of an unfinished piece called "High on Heels" for giving me the inspiration for this bit of fluff. Comments welcome, but please send them to alt.sex.stories.d -Downing Street ---- 1 ---- The intercom buzzed on Adena's desk. She pushed the talk button and spoke to her boss, Mr. Pouvoir. "Yes sir?" "Miss Fox, could you come in here a moment, please?" came Pouvoir's voice. "Of course, sir." The shapely young secretary got to her feet, smoothed down her long skirt and walked into her employer's office. Pouvoir was sitting behind his desk, stacks of paper all about him. He smiled at Adena as she came in. "Close the door, please, Miss Fox", he said. Adena did as he asked, wondering what all the secrecy was about. Was she in trouble? It was far too early for a performance review, she had just started here two months ago. "Sleep Time" he said. For a moment the busty brunette looked confused, but then her eyes closed and she stood in front of him, sound asleep. Pouvoir spoke to her, calmly, reassuringly. He asked her if she understood, and Adena nodded her head or mumbled "yes" each time. "Wake Up Time" he said finally. Adena's eyes fluttered open. She looked around her. "I...I'm sorry, did you say something?" she asked. Her boss seemed not to notice her momentary lapse. "Miss Fox, can you take this package down to the mailroom right away. It has to go out today and I'm afraid we'll miss the courier." He handed her a package. "Of course, sir" said Adena, relieved that that was all he wanted. She didn't notice the smile on her boss's face as she turned and left the office. Adena left work that evening and decided to stop at the mall on the way home. She was walking along, with no particular destination in mind, when she found herself passing a shoe store, one of the shops that aimed at the young and trendy. Not at all the kind of place where Adena shopped. But today she found herself looking in the window at the gaudy shoes and boots on display. One pair in particular caught her eye. They were black lace-ups, with preposterous platform soles and even higher block heels. Adena looked down at her plain white flats. Sensible shoes for the office. She looked back at the gleaming black shoes in the window. Feeling suddenly impulsive, she walked into the store. It was a funny sensation at first, walking in two-inch platforms, but Adena decided that she liked it. Especially the high heels. So much so that she was smiling the next morning as she entered the well-appointed downtown office where she worked. She had not failed to notice either that a woman in a pair of sexy shoes drew a lot of admiring glances from the men she met along the way. This was a bit of a change for Adena, who tended to play down her natural good looks, especially her exceptional chest, so that men would not be staring all the time. At work that day Adena found herself stopping frequently to admire her feet. She felt a warm sense of satisfaction with her new shoes. She found herself wearing them all week, and always felt good when she put them on. After a couple of days she decided the only drawback was that she only had one pair, and couldn't wear them with a lot of her clothes. That day she went out for lunch and again found herself in front of a shoe store. She surprised herself by buying a pair of sharp-looking white ankle boots, with vamp heels, and white laces up the front. Though the boots looked great (she had never owned a pair before) they were too fancy to wear to work, Adena decided, even as she walked back to the office in her new footwear. She felt good the rest of the day, and cheerfully plunged into her usual word-processing and other secretarial duties. "What's with the new shoes?" her best friend Candice asked her at work one day. She was a petite woman, with a pretty face and a slender figure. Adena shrugged. "I thought I'd try something different. Don't you like them? Her friend looked at her feet appraisingly. "Don't you find the heels a bit much?" "They're surprisingly comfortable, really. You should try a pair." "No thanks," the smaller girl said, "I'm on my feet all day. Shoes like that would kill me." She herself was wearing black flats beneath grey slacks. The next day was a Friday, and the office traditionally dressed a little more casually at the end of the week. Adena was getting dressed in her apartment that morning, and she reached into the closet for a pair of comfortable pants. She started to pull them on, but hesitated. Pants seemed so...so wrong somehow. Unflattering. Sure she wanted to dress a little looser, but did that mean she had to look sloppy? She opted instead for a knee-length, slim skirt with buttons up the front. The black skirt looked great with dark stockings and her new black platform shoes. Candice thought she was foolish, not to take advantage of an opportunity to relax a little. She found work clothing uncomfortable, and had come to work in dress blue-jeans. Their coffee-clatch conversation was interrupted when Mr. Pouvoir called Adena into her office. She noticed that his gaze dropped for a moment to her legs, and she decided she liked the attention. "Sleep Time," Mr. Pouvoir said, and Adena's head fell forward, her eyes closed. Some measureless time later Adena found herself looking over her boss appreciatively as he talked. Mr. Pouvoir was a handsome man. She wondered vaguely if he had a big cock. The thought burst, unbidden, into her mind, and she was suddenly acutely embarrassed. What was she thinking? This was her boss, for pity's sake, and she was not one to think about men that way. She realized belatedly that she was reddening in embarrassment and her boss was looking at her strangely. "Are you all right, Miss Fox?" he said politely. "You look flushed." "Yes....I mean, no,...I mean, I'm fine." sputtered Adena, shaking off her reverie. "Please go on with what you were saying." Her boss smiled indulgently and continued his conversation about filing procedures. Adena tried to concentrate on the discussion but the intrusive thought about the size of Mr. Pouvoir's manhood just wouldn't go away. She kept sneaking covert glances at the crotch of his pants, looking for any clues as to his endowment. She was relieved when he finally let her go, and she could sit at her cubicle and try to cool down. One of the other secretaries came by, a middle-aged woman named Kara. She was nice enough, but Adena found her incessant lectures about her three beautiful children a little boring. Today, however, she was circulating a sign-up sheet for noon-hour aerobics classes. If she got enough names, the company would pay for the hall and the instructor's time. Trying to change the subject, Adena commented that Kara had got her hair done. The older woman beamed. "Do you like it?" she asked, fluffing up her hair with one hand. "It's very attractive," Adena said politely, "makes you look younger, too." "Well, I'm only 44 you know. I've still got plenty of life in me. You're sure you won't sign up?" Adena told her she would think about it, then watched the older blonde walk away. Kara was wearing slacks, for casual Friday, but she had not forsaken her usual high heels. Adena had a perfectly ordinary weekend planned, but when she had finished cleaning the apartment on Saturday morning she felt like doing a little shopping. Ordinarily Adena enjoyed hanging out on weekends in jeans and sneakers, but as she wandered the mall that afternoon she felt ill at ease. She just wasn't dressed enough to be out in public. She bought several items in different stores, but one outfit, a short brown jumper combined with a white sweater really caught her eye. She tried it on and was so impressed with how it looked on her that she decided to keep wearing it. The young clerk was a little surprised when Adena asked her to throw her jeans in a bag, but she complied readily enough. The new dress was in keeping with the mini-length style of the moment, and the clerk even persuaded Adena to get a pair of shiny brown pantyhose to go with it. After paying for the dress, she slipped down the hallway to a shoe store to find something to go with the new dress. ---- 2 ---- There was a cheerful spring in Adena's step as she walked into the office, even if it was Monday morning. She was wearing her new jumper, and more than one male head turned to admire her brown-nyloned legs as she walked past. Her new shoes, brown suede slip-ons with just enough heel to give her legs a bit of lift, were the perfect compliment to the dress, and although Adena had not really intended it, the snug white sweater displayed her generous breasts a bit more prominently than her usual style. She was secretly hoping that Mr. Pouvoir would notice her new look, and she wasn't disappointed. When she came into the office to drop off the mail his eyes swept appreciatively up and down the length of her body, lingering a moment on the point where her legs disappeared beneath the short dress. Adena left the office a few minutes later, and began to work on the word-processing assignments from Mr. Pouvoir. She was distracted, however, by persistent questions about the size of his cock. "I'll bet he's huge," she said to herself, and giggled. "What's that?" asked Candice, peering around the door of her cubicle. "Oh, um, I said, um, 'I'd better do -- I'd better do this quickly or Big Co -- I mean Mr. Pouvoir will be upset.'" Adena improvised quickly. Her petite friend frowned. "Are you sure you're OK, Adena? You look a little funny this morning." Adena assured her that she was fine, then returned to her typing for Big Cock. She loved the nickname; it suited him so well. The man must be hung like a horse. She was sure of it. A couple of days later, Adena went to get a coffee and overheard two of the other secretaries talking by the coffee machine. They were debating, in all earnestness, which of their respective bosses, Mr. Masters or Mr. Sargeant, was the more pleasant to work for. Adena looked at them covertly. Both women were young, and dressed attractively, in form-fitting, abbreviated suits and high heeled pumps. One woman was wearing hose with a row of tiny flowers up each leg. Adena, who once chided at the frivolousness of that kind of apparel, found herself looking them over approvingly. Of course, she didn't envy either of them for their positions, though both of them also worked for directors of the company. She got to work for Mr. Alain "B.C." Pouvoir, and she wouldn't trade that job for the world. Adena hadn't planned to do any more shopping for a while. Nevertheless that evening after work found her in her favourite shopping mall, the one with all the upscale, glamorous fashions. A few drops of rain reminded her she needed some new boots. They had to be practical, of course, but the knee-high, red leather numbers she ended up with were hardly that. Still, she liked them instantly, and wore them to work the next day. They looked good, she decided, with the red plaid mini she had bought the same day. Adena's new outfit brought her a lot of admiring looks as she walked to the office. She hadn't realized so many men had a weakness for high-heeled boots. She was chiefly interested in Mr. Pouvoir's reaction, and he did not disappoint her either. His eyes were on her legs from the moment she walked in the door, only diverted occasionally by the tempting mammaries filling her snug new sweater. Adena was actually hoping she could turn him on a little. Maybe if she got him hard she could find out just how big he was. As usual, just the thought of her boss's cock made her blood quicken. Candice gave her a bit of a hard time about the new outfit, saying it was too hot for the office, but Adena dismissed her ragging as simple jealousy. She was still wearing pants to work for pity's sake. What a slob. She ran into Kara on the way back from lunch. The older woman was just returning, along with a lot of the other secretaries, from the noon-hour aerobics class. Kara looked good, refreshed from the exercise, and she was sporting a young-looking minidress that showed off her athletic legs. Adena was afraid she would go on about her kids, but instead they ended up talking about the best places to buy leotards. Adena was sitting in her cubicle, late the next day, more or less staring at her computer screen without doing much typing. Mr. Pouvoir came out of his office, a sheaf of papers in his hands. "Miss Fox," he said, stepping up behind her, "Have we still got the originals for these invoices?" Adena started to say something, but her boss put his mouth down near her ear. "Sleep Time" he said. Immediately Adena's eyes closed and she slumped back into her chair. Sleeping peacefully, she nodded agreement to the things Mr. Pouvoir said to her. Some minutes later he said "Wake Up Time" and Adena sat up, looking around. "Yes, I have the originals somewhere, let me look in the files and I'll bring them to you." "Fine", said her boss, smiling as he returned to his office. Adena did dress down a little for casual Friday, though she noticed that lately many of the other secretaries preferred not to. It was a fine day, so Adena decided to wear shorts. Not her usual walking shorts -- she found these so repulsive she couldn't understand why she had bought them -- but snug red short-shorts that hugged her backside and revealed the full length of her perfect legs. She coupled the shorts with shiny black pantyhose and another new pair of shoes, dark red, backless slides with thick platform heels. A frilly red blouse nicely accented her jumbo- sized breasts. This time, heads turned and jaws dropped as Adena sauntered down the street to the office. As she crossed the lobby and waited for an elevator, she could feel the eyes of every man in the vicinity on her. Adena decided she liked the attention, and even smiled at some of the men as she passed by. She got the same reaction in the office. Instead of being jealous, several of the other secretaries even complimented her, and Esther, the young receptionist, asked her where she got the shoes. Esther was wearing a figure-hugging sweater-and-tights combination with ornate suede cowboy boots. By the time she got to her cubicle, Adena was feeling very sexy. She quickly thought up a pretext to drop in on her boss, just to see his reaction to her outfit. Holding a memo in her hand, she gently knocked on the open door. "Excuse me, Mr. Pouvoir, but I don't remember if I gave you this," she said, holding out the memo. It was doubtful that Mr. Pouvoir even saw it. His eyes were too busy drinking in Adena's fully displayed curves. When he finally tore his eyes away from her nylon-encased thighs, his gaze moved only a moment before locking in on her marvellous tits. Adena found his attention unexpectedly exciting, and she was aware of her nipples hardening inside her bra. "Um...Mr. Pouvoir?" she said at last. Mr. Pouvoir came out of his reverie, smiling. "Well, let's see. Hmmm, yes, I have seen this. Put it in the job file with the others." Adena turned reluctantly to leave. "Oh, Ms Fox," her boss said conversationally, "may I say you look very nice today." The busty secretary warmed instantly at the compliment. She turned to find Mr. Pouvoir looking at her legs again. "Why, thank you," she said, automatically pushing back a strand of long hair in a deliberately feminine gesture. "You don't think shorts are too...casual...for the office?" He waved a hand. "Not at all. It's Friday after all. I'm sorry I wore a tie." He pushed his chair back from his desk and leaned back casually. Reflexively, Adena's eyes dropped to his crotch, and she drew in her breath. There was an unmistakable lump in Mr. Pouvoir's pants. He had a hard-on: that she had given him! The shapely young secretary found her pulse quickening, and her face flushed in heat. For a long moment she stood there, staring at his crotch, transfixed. Somehow the view of his cock, even through two layers of clothing, struck her as irresistibly erotic. Finally she became aware that he was speaking. "...all right, Miss Fox? Is something wrong?" With an effort, Adena pulled herself together. "Of course not, I'm fine. It's just...warm in here, that's all. Excuse me, I have to go." And with that she bolted from the office, and made her way to the washroom as fast as she could go in the high-heeled slides. She almost collided with a workman coming out of the woman's room. "Go right ahead, Miss, I'm all done," he said politely. He looked as if he was disappointed Adena hadn't actually bumped into him. "Let me know what you think of the mirrors." he called after her. Without looking back Adena knew he was staring at her ass. Adena barely glanced at the row of full-length mirrors installed along one wall of the washroom. Finding an empty toilet stall she stepped inside and quickly locked the door. Then she peeled down her shorts, nylons and damp panties and began to finger herself urgently. Her mind was filled with images of Mr. Pouvoir's elephantine cock. She imagined it in front of her, rigid and powerful, as her hands and tongue caressed it lovingly. She pictured herself nude before it, feeling it everywhere, in her mouth, in her sex, between her breasts. The busty secretary had no idea why she was suddenly so aroused, but she was simply too hot to care. Standing in the cubicle, legs spread, head thrown back, she masturbated frantically. "Oh yes, Mr. Big Cock, such a big cock, big cock, big cock, fuck me with that big cock," she mumbled deliriously, until her ripe body shook with an intense orgasm. When Adena had calmed down sufficiently and cleaned herself up, she stepped out of the cubicle to find Kara standing before one of the new full-length mirrors, adjusting her hair. "Hi Adena!" the older woman said cheerfully. "Isn't this wonderful, having decent mirrors in here?" Adena agreed it was a thoughtful touch. Kara was dressed in a stylishly cut black suit, trimmed in yellow, with a skirt that stopped just a few inches below the hem of the jacket. She wore sheer stockings and mustard yellow high heels with a big-buckled strap around the ankles. The shoes had at least four inches of heel. It seemed a rather young outfit for a woman Kara's age, but Adena had to admit she still had the legs for it. "Are you going to join us sometime for aerobics?" Kara asked, still fussing in front of the mirror. "We have a second class going now, if you don't want to miss your lunch hour. Some of us are going after work too." "What about the kids?" Adena asked Kara waved a hand dismissively. "They're old enough to make their own supper." Adena told her again that she would think about it, and made her way back to her cubicle. All through the afternoon her thoughts kept drifting back to Big Cock, and eventually she had to make another trip to the washroom to relieve herself. On the way back she ran into Candice, who looked at her in surprise. "Adena! What's with the outfit?" "It's Friday. I decided to wear shorts." "I'll say you did. Don't you feel a little...exposed? Every guy in the office is staring at you." "I know," said Adena, and giggled. But Candice was concerned. "Adena, are you all right? Has something happened to you? You've been acting awfully strange lately." "What on earth do you mean?" The had arrived at Adena's cubicle. "Well, come on, just look at you. You're coming to the office looking like a rock concert groupie. This isn't like you." Adena felt herself becoming irritated. "Look, Candice, I just feel like dressing up a little, that's all. Just because I'm a secretary doesn't mean I can't be a woman too." "But don't you want to be treated like a professional?" "I want to be treated like a woman. And I think a little pride in one's appearance looks a lot more professional than showing up in jeans and sweats like a janitor!" Candice stared at her in shock. "Ok, Adena," she said at last. "It's your business. I'll see you later." Adena felt bad about insulting her friend, but she forgot about it when she looked up to see Mr. Pouvoir standing at the door of his office. "Troubles?" he asked. Adena smiled. "Not at all sir. We were just chatting." She let her eyes linger on his crotch. Adena arrived at work Monday morning to find a couple of memos on her desk. She sat down to read them but instead spent several minutes just admiring her new shoes. They were black slip-ons with thick soles and very high block heels. Adena hadn't intended to buy shoes, or even to go shopping particularly, but she had impulsively stopped at the mall on the way home from grocery shopping, and when she saw the shoes in a store window she fell in love with them instantly. She loved the way the high heels shaped her legs, which were dressed today in sleek white nylons and a new black mini. When she had finished admiring herself and fixing her make-up, Adena took a look at the memos. They were from Irma Maples, in the payroll office. The first one indicated that, in response to numerous requests, weight loss aids such as Reducto pills would now be covered under the Company medical insurance plan. The second advised that a representative from Kelly-Marie cosmetics would be in the office on Friday to talk about their new line of products. The memos were signed "i.m." with a heart replacing the dot on the "i". The intercom on Adena's desk buzzed and Mr. Pouvoir called her into his office. Instantly Adena was excited. She got up from her desk, smoothed down her tight, white sweater, adjusted her mini slightly, and headed for her boss's office. "Yes, Mr. Pouvoir?", she said, pausing inside the office door. Mr. Pouvoir looked his secretary up and down appreciatively. "Have a seat, won't you, Ms Fox," he said, gesturing toward a chair. Adena sat, crossed her knees, and made a show of tugging down the hem of her skirt, although she knew it was useless. "Sleep Time," said Mr. Pouvoir. ---- 3 ---- Adena didn't speak to Candice again until the middle of the week, when she was sitting in the deserted lunchroom, eating her salad and reading a fashion magazine. So many of the secretaries were taking noon-hour aerobics that the lunchroom was usually pretty empty. Adena was wearing another new outfit, a cute pink sweater-and-skirt combination. The sweater had a row of bright red hearts across the bustline, and since Adena had chosen a size that fit quite snugly, the hearts were distended by the smooth swell of her heavy chest, only partly restrained by a pink push-up bra. The matching pink skirt was wide and flippy and very brief. Just for fun Adena had enhanced the sexy-little-girl look of the outfit with sleek pink knee-socks, and pink, suede, platform booties. The booties were high-heeled of course. Adena rarely wore anything else these days. In fact, the other night she had gone through her closet and simply thrown out all her old shoes. She didn't like them much anymore, and she needed the space for the new ones she kept buying. "Adena!" came an urgent voice. "Can I talk to you a minute?" Candice was standing in the doorway. She wore a look of deep anxiety. Adena smiled indulgently. "Of course Candy. What's up?" Inwardly, she sighed. Candice was wearing a long blue dress and white pumps with hardly any heel. Adena liked Candice, but it was getting harder and harder to tolerate her abrasive attitude. And she really, really needed to learn how to dress. Candice looked nervously over her shoulder before slipping into the room. She took a seat at the table across from Adena. "I think there's something going on in the office", she said. Adena smiled again. "Excuse me?" The younger girl put her hands on the table and leaned forward. "Something's going on. I don't know what, but there is definitely something funny. Maybe drugs or something. Everybody is acting so...strange." She paused for breath, then whispered, "And you know what else? I think the partners are in on it. I think they're doing something to the staff. I'm serious Adena!" Adena made an effort to keep the smile off her face. "OK. OK, Candy, just calm down. Now what exactly are you talking about? What do you mean people are acting strange?" "Not everybody," Candice replied. "Just the women. They've all become, well, obsessed with their appearance. Even the older ones. And everybody is dressing so" -- she searched for a word -- "so *sexy* all of a sudden. Look around the office. Nobody -- and I mean nobody -- wears slacks anymore, not even on Fridays. Everybody's all dolled up, like they have a heavy date or something. These aerobics classes...." She waved a hand. "Haven't you noticed that the entire staff is suddenly wearing micro-miniskirts?" Adena shrugged. "Miniskirts are in style," she said. The petite woman shook her head. "Not like this," she insisted. "Listen, I dropped into the office this Saturday to pick up something. Gilda Rupenstein was working in her office, you know, catching up on stuff. Working overtime. There was nobody else here. Do you know what Gilda was wearing? thirty-three-year-old Gilda, divorced mother of two, that we used to call "Rumpled-stained" because she was so dowdy? Get this: a shiny white blouse; a black leather miniskirt; black lace stockings; and these totally bizarre shoes, like a silvery mirror colour with super thick soles and what must have been five-inch heels! She was just sitting there, working away at her computer dressed like a dirty old man's dream. The skirt was so short you could see her stocking tops whenever she crossed her legs. I asked her why she was all done up, you know, thinking maybe she had a new man or something. You know what she said? She said she just wanted to look her best in case Mr. Sargeant dropped by! Just in case! On a Saturday! Adena, you've got to believe me there is something going on here." Adena drew a deep breath, and the crimson hearts on her chest trembled. She decided to be reasonable. "Come on, Candy, honey, this is just too weird. Do you think the whole staff is on drugs just because we've decided to dress up a little? Maybe you should try it yourself sometime." She couldn't resist the dig. "And besides, what makes you think the partners have something to do with this?" She thought about Big Cock and a little thrill went through her. "The way everybody talks," Candice said. "They way they act when one of the partners is around. And lately even more than that. Adena, did you know that all three of Mr. Master's executive assistants have dyed their hair blonde?" Adena raised an eyebrow. That did seem like a bit of a coincidence. "And when was the last time," Candice pressed on, "that you saw Lily Merryweather, Mr. Sargeant's little gopher, when she *wasn't* wearing spike heels? Whatever happened to the funky Doc Martens she used to wear?" Adena started to say something, then stopped. A look of confusion crossed her face. "And that brings us," said Candice, looking straight at her, "to Mr. Pouvoir." At the mention of her boss's name, Adena shifted a little in her seat. She felt moisture in her new lace panties. "What-, what about him?" she said, trying to sound calm. Candice leaned forward and spoke softly. "Adena I'm saying this because I'm your friend. I think they're doing something to you too. Especially Mr. Pouvoir." Adena uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. Nervously she pushed back a strand of thick brown hair. "Me?" she said. Candice said, "You were always so self-conscious about your figure. You said men were always staring at your chest. Didn't care for short skirts. Didn't like outlandish footwear." She regarded her friends straining pink sweater critically. "I wonder if Mr. Pouvoir likes these things?" Adena wished Candice would stop talking about Big Cock. It was getting her hot, again. He had devoured her with his eyes when she walked into this office that morning, and Adena's fingers had already relieved her in the washroom once today. As she groped through her growing fog of arousal for an explanation, Adena's gaze fell on her friend's simple blue dress. "Wait a minute," she said triumphantly, "Candy, dear, if all the women in the office are being drugged or something, why aren't *you* affected? You sure don't look overdressed to me!" She giggled inanely at the jab. But Candice just frowned. "I don't know," she said simply. "I've been trying to figure that out. Maybe they missed me somehow. I'm out of the office sometimes, picking up mail, and I don't report to any of the partners very often. Maybe I was just away when they -- did whatever it was." Adena's scepticism returned. "When they did *what*? What could anyone have done to make people behave differently without knowing it? Come on, Candy, you're sounding like totally paranoid here. And besides, if the partners were doing something, wouldn't they have noticed that you're not responding? Get a grip, girlfriend." "But that's just it!" said Candice intently, "I think they have noticed. I think they're worried about me. About what I might do. They look at me when I go by, like they're studying me or something. It's weird. Just yesterday when I was delivering mail, Mr. Pouvoir came right out of his office to watch me. He stood there, staring at me until I'd finished every single office in that end of the floor. And he was giving me this really creepy look, up and down, like he was undressing me with his eyes." Adena imagined Mr. Pouvoir looking her up and down, undressing her with his eyes, and her temperature rose to boiling point. Abruptly, she got to her feet. "Candice, I-, I have to go. I have to get back to work. I'll talk to you later! I promise." The high heels made her little skirt sway provocatively as she headed for the door. "Think about what I said, OK?" Candice called after her, "Think about it." It took two delicious climaxes in the washroom before Adena felt calm enough to go back to work. When she stepped out of the toilet stall, lunch hour was nearly over and the washroom was full of her co-workers back from aerobics class, fussing with their hair and make-up in front of the full-length mirrors. Adena made her way back to her cubicle, pausing for several minutes before one of the new mirrors in the hallway to pull up her sleek pink knee-socks and admire her sexy new booties. The platform soles were two and a half inches high, rising to six-inch sculpted heels in the back. She turned her feet this way and that to admire the heels from different angles. By the time she got back to her cubicle, Adena had pretty much forgotten Candy's rant. The door to Big Cock's office was open a crack, and Adena decided to drop in, just to see if he wanted anything. Like a chance to ogle her legs. She rapped softly and pushed the door open, then stopped. She hadn't realized Mr. Pouvoir was on the telephone. He had his high-backed chair turned away from the door and he hadn't heard her come in. Embarrassed, Adena made to back out of the office. But she couldn't help overhearing a fragment of the conversation, and what she heard froze her in her tracks. Mr. Pouvoir was talking to Mr. Masters, the partner in charge of the technical side of the company. "--- I tell you, Ted, I'm just about going nuts here. If I don't get some nooky soon I'm liable to go off the deep end. I thought you said the subliminals would make them, you know, more co-operative." "They did? Really. Both of them! Wow, that must have been some sales meeting. But seriously, why won't mine come across?" "Oh god yes, she's taken the rest of the program perfectly. Didn't you see what she was wearing this morning? The legs just don't ever quit! That's part of the problem. I wouldn't have it so bad if she didn't look so sizzling hot all the time." Adena stood, frozen in place, on hand still on the doorknob. She knew she should leave, but she was fascinated by the conversation. What were they talking about? What were these subliminals? And who could he be referring to as "sizzling hot" if not her? Suddenly her conversation with Candice came back to her in force. She felt icewater in the pit of her stomach. The directors were doing something, Candice had said. Something that only affected women.... Mr. Pouvoir was still talking. "Yes, Ted, I did give her personalized instructions, just like you said. It worked perfectly, she absorbed the suggestions like a sponge....Yes, she responds to the key every time. But I just don't know how to get her the rest of the way." "....what's that? No, I guess I didn't. What's a trigger? ....I see....yeah. So she has to actually see the trigger to get a response, is that it? But what if it doesn't work! I could be in for one hell of a harassment suit, subliminals or not....no, I suppose you're right, she's too well conditioned by now.....OK, I'll try it some time, maybe make it look accidental... Sure, changing pants or something." "Listen Ted, there's one more thing. What are we going to do about that other one, what's her name, the mail girl? No, still no sign that she's picking up the programming....Yes, me too. We have to do something...." "Adena, Hi!" came a cheerful voice from down the hall. It was one of the other secretaries, looking fetching in a tight red jumpsuit and red boots, passing the time of day. Adena gasped, and made to step out of Mr. Pouvoir's office, but it was too late. He swung around reflexively at the other voice and saw Adena standing there. He gaped at her, eyes wide, telephone suddenly forgotten. The shapely secretary struggled to find her voice. "Mr. Pouvoir. What... what's going on here? What are you *doing*! What are you doing to...us...to me?" Her voice rose in shock and indignation. "Candice was right. You *have* been up to something. Those... those subliminal things. You've been manipulating us; all of us. How could you! I'm.... I'm... somebody's going to find out about this!" Her voice was shaking. Before her dumbfounded boss could say a word she turned to leave the office, intent on going to the police, or the newspapers, or somebody. She heard a soft, sliding sound behind her, and paused. "Miss Fox!" said Mr. Pouvoir. Adena turned around. Her boss was standing beside his desk, pants and underwear around his ankles. His flaccid cock dangled before her eyes. Adena made a small, whimpering sound deep in her throat. Closing the door absently behind her, she took a step forward, staring helplessly at Mr. Pouvoir's exposed member. "Ohhhh..." she said in a small voice. Her boss said nothing, but his penis was already rising, responding to Adena's rapt attention. Her desire rose with it. She took another step toward him, unsteadily, then sank to her knees, falling heavily on the carpet when she fell off her platform shoes. "Please," she said, face flushed, "I've got to...." She took his cock in both hands and stroked it gently. She kissed it, a long, slow lover's kiss. Then she opened her lips and took him in. Adena's head bobbed up and down, long hair flying as she hungrily sucked her boss's cock. She felt alive with lust. Her anger of a few moments earlier, the revelation of a conspiracy by the partners, the subliminals, whatever they were, all were forgotten in her frantic urge to gorge herself on Mr. Pouvoir's manhood. Her right hand jacked the base of his now rigid cock, while her other hand was equally busy beneath the pink miniskirt. She heard Mr. Pouvoir's gasps and groans and knew he was about to cum, just as the first wisps of impending orgasm flitted through her body. A moment later his back arched and he shot his load down her throat, and Adena struggled to suck him dry before her own climax overtook her. Sometime later Adena's high heels were pointed at the ceiling as her boss fucked her lazily on his desk. She was still wearing her flippy mini, but the matching sweater had come off to afford Mr. Pouvoir a better view of his stacked secretary's overflowing bosom. She had never felt so contented. "What," Mr. Pouvoir said between strokes, "is the matter...with your friend?" "Friend? What...oh!... friend?" Adena replied dreamily. "Oh fuck me that feels good." Mr. Pouvoir ran his hand up and down one exquisite, pink-clad leg. Her calves rested on his shoulders. "Your friend, the mail girl. Cute blonde." He kissed her suede bootie. Adena had been delighted to discover he liked high-heeled platforms almost as much as she did. Adena tried to lift her pelvis a little to meet his thrusts. "Oh...Oh yes, oh, you mean Candice... Candice... ah... Freemason... oh god I love your big cock." "Yes, Freemason, that's, uhn! that's her. He grasped both her legs, one thigh in each hand, and spread her wider. His tempo increased. Adena crumpled a memo with one hand. "She doesn't...ah yes, like that...she...oh yes, yes... doesn't use a computer! Ohhhh!" "What? What about the computer?" "She delivers, mmmmm yes, fuck me you big brute, delivers, oh yes, delivers mail all day. Doesn't use a computerrrrrr. Doesn't see the sub-, sub-, subliminals!" Her big breasts bounced in rhythm to his accelerating strokes. "Of course!" shouted Mr. Pouvoir, and ejaculated triumphantly inside her. Thrashing wildly on the desk beneath him, his panting secretary steeled herself for her third orgasm of the afternoon. Late the next morning Adena sat quietly in her cubicle, pretending to type a letter. Really she was trying to hear something of the conversation going on in Big Cock's office. The walls were too thick. She smiled and smoothed down the front of her dress, admiring the way it played up her jumbo chest. The dress was off-white, short, and very tight. It had long sleeves, a high collar with pearly buttons, and a diamond-shaped cut-out in the middle of her chest. Shiny nylons played up her long legs, set off perfectly by the white, platform mules on her feet. The sandals had two broad white straps across the front, immaculate white soles nearly three inches thick and wedge heels rising three inches higher. They weren't the most efficient shoes for walking, but Adena loved them the moment she put them on. And the commotion she had caused just walking to work that morning convinced her that a lot of men liked them too. As she regarded her new footwear happily, Adena wondered what was going on in Mr. Pouvoir's office. He had called in Candice first thing that morning -- first thing after Adena's blow job -- and the petite mail girl had looked terrified. The brown-haired secretary carefully adjusted a strap on her left sandal. The door opened and Candice walked out. She looked shocked. "Candy! Are you all right?" Adena asked. "I've been promoted," the lithe blonde said. "Effective immediately. Level two data entry and quality control. I thought he was going to fire me." "Wow! That's great. Come on, tell me all about it." Adena got to her feet, immediately making her a head taller than her friend. "There's a big pay raise too. And I get my own office; well a cubicle, but still a desk and all. No more sorting mail!" She still sounded like she didn't believe it. "And a computer?" Adena asked. "Yes, a brand new one." Candice grinned suddenly. "This is going to be a big change for me." "You can bet on that," Adena said, looking down to admire her shoes. End

SIMON SAYS by Downing Street Comments always welcome: [email protected] Amanda stepped into the walk-in closet and regarded her new wardrobe with dismay. There must be something there she could wear. It was a weekend, so the rules became rather more restrictive. At least during the week she could dress properly, as befitted a corporate executive, albeit lately a rather sexy one. But on the weekends, Simon said she had to be a lot more revealing. Simon said.... Well, she didn't have to do everything her step-son said. It wasn't like he had threatened force, or had anything to hold over her. She reached tentatively for a long, comfortable dress in blue cotton. She fingered it for a moment. She let it go. Simon said she couldn't wear that kind of dress any more. Simon said..... Ever since he had returned from the trip to India and the Middle East, Simon had been different somehow. Amanda had been concerned, almost panicked, when his letters stopped, but when she picked him up at the airport he acted like nothing exceptional had happened. When pressed, he admitted that he had abandoned the packaged tour after a few days, and fallen in with a rag-tag group of pilgrims looking for some sort of enlightenment. He spoke of wandering the desert for weeks, of getting lost and sick in the monsoonal jungles, of losing track of time and place, and finally, high on a mountain top somewhere in the Himalayas, meeting an old, drug-addled man who claimed to be able to see into the depths of the human spirit. He told her all this over the next few days in response to her relentless questions. How could he just disappear for more than six months? He had lost track of time; it didn't seem important in the desert. Why hadn't he written to her, or called or something? Didn't he realize how worried she had been? A shrug. He had been sick. Did he see a doctor? Get medical attention? Another shrug. He claimed not to need doctors any more. Eventually, Amanda gave up trying to pump more information out of him. She figured he would come around on his own time, once he got his strength back. He had lost a great deal of weight, and now seemed wan and thin. Over the next few weeks he spoke little, but spent a long time each day sitting in his room repeating strange chants in a foreign language. Amanda decided not to push it. Whatever happened to him over there had obviously affected him deeply. Besides, she was a busy executive with lots of other things to occupy her mind. And then one morning, out of the blue, he told her she was wearing the wrong suit. She looked at him. He was dressed in his usual style since the trip, black jeans and a black T-shirt. The clothes made his thin frame seem insubstantial, like a collection of shadows. The dark goatee he now wore only enhanced his gaunt, vaguely sinister look. "What's wrong with it?" she asked, looking down. It was the suit she liked to wear for meetings, a crisp, tailored brown pantsuit that looked both flattering and professional. "Pants are all wrong," he said decisively. "Not you at all, Mandy. Try something with a skirt." Amanda opened her mouth to say something, then stopped. What was he talking about? Since when did he care what she wore to work? And when did a twenty-year-old university drop-out become an expert on office fashion? This suit would do just fine. Still.... After a moment's hesitation she turned and trotted back up to the bedroom. She emerged a few minutes later in a dark blue wool suit with a calf-length skirt. She felt a little silly for indulging Simon's whim. She told herself it was a good sign that he was interested in what was going on around him. He had been very distant lately. "OK, how's this?" she said cheerfully, bustling into the livingroom. Her step-son regarded her appraisingly. "It will do," he pronounced, unsmiling. "For now." Amanda's cheerful mood wilted. She started to say something, to reproach him for his ill manners, but Simon had already turned away and was staring blankly out the window. It was as if he saw something else there than the green lawn and neatly trimmed shrubbery of their suburban yard. After a long moment Amanda turned and marched out the door. Discussion could wait. She was late for work. They never did discuss the incident. Simon remained withdrawn and uncommunicative and Amanda could never find the right moment to bring it up. The next morning, however, Simon again objected to her clothing. "Oh, for heaven's sake, Simon, what's wrong with this one?" Amanda cried. She was wearing a white blouse and navy blue slacks with a matching blue blazer. "It's like I told you, Mandy. Pants are all wrong for you. Wear a dress. You look much better in a dress." "Simon, don't be ridiculous," Amanda replied. "I can't wear--" She stopped, momentarily confused. She liked slacks, wore them almost every day, knew they looked professional, stylish, and comfortable. So why, suddenly, did it seem so odd to be wearing them today? Why did a dress seem so powerfully, undeniably right as soon as Simon suggested it? She knew she didn't want to wear a dress. She certainly wasn't about to change clothes twice in two days just because her stressed-out step-son told her too. Yet.... There was something else too, another feeling that Amanda found most distracting. She ignored it resolutely. "Simon, I--" she began again. "I, uhm.... do you really think..." She couldn't understand why she was so hesitant. Simon spoke firmly. "Yes, Mandy, I do. Those pants aren't attractive. Go put on a dress." It was more like an order this time. "All right, Simon. Just this once." She turned and headed back upstairs to the bedroom. The feeling in her belly was getting stronger. By the time Amanda climbed into her BMW a few minutes later, sporting a conservative black-and-white dress and low black pumps, she had identified the unexpected feeling in her gut. Arousal. It was preposterous, yet somehow her step-son was turning her on. No, not quite. It was obeying her son that was turning her on. As soon as she agreed to change her clothes she felt a delicious pulse of sexual excitement that lingered still. She squeezed her thighs together and felt the moisture in her panties. What was going on here? On the third morning, when Simon again instructed her to change her clothes, Amanda rebelled. "Look, young man," she pronounced, glowering at him. "You back off and remember your station. I don't know what little game you're playing and I don't care. I will wear what I feel like wearing, and you will keep your opinions to yourself! Unless you would like to add living on the streets to your list of travel adventures. Do you understand me, Simon?" Her step-son looked taken aback by the outburst. He started to say something but Amanda cut him off. "Not another word out of you!" she shouted. "Not another word. We'll discuss this further when I get home. Right now get out of my way, I have to go to work." And with that she stormed out the door, slamming it behind her. There, that was better. A good temper tantrum to put an end to this foolishness. Adopted or not, Simon was still her son, and he'd better remember to act accordingly. As the day wore on, Amanda found she couldn't put the incident out of her mind. She kept looking at her slacks and feeling the inexplicable wrongness of them. Were people looking at her funny? Every time one of her co-workers smiled she wondered if they were secretly laughing at her slacks. They were perfectly good pants, she told herself a dozen times. Heaven knows they cost enough. I wear these all the time. But Simon said.... By noon she couldn't stand it any longer. Growling at her secretary she marched out of the office and went shopping, something she never did during the workday. The feeling of sexual excitement returned as she walked into one of her favourite, upscale shops, and grew stronger when she slipped into the expensive floral-on-black outfit she finally bought. Simon noticed the change of clothing when she arrived home from work that evening, and he smiled for the first time in weeks. Amanda never asked what he did during the day, but he seemed to have regained the aloof composure he had temporarily lost during their setto that morning. While making supper, she found something weird in the garbage, a mixture of kitchen scraps and animal bones. Simon said he had already eaten. "Simon, we have to talk," Amanda said, later that evening. "About this morning." "We certainly do," Simon said. "For one thing, I think you owe me an apology." Amanda exploded again. "I owe you an apology! Just what makes you think--" "You spoke sharply to me this morning. I didn't like that. Apologize." He looked at her calmly. For a moment Amanda stood unmoving, too shocked to speak. Then, to her astonishment, she heard herself say: "Simon, I, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you this morning. It was wrong; it was cruel and unfeeling and I'm very, very sorry." Was she really sorry? Why was she saying this? And why did it feel so incredibly good to say it? "And you were wrong to object to my suggestions about your clothes." She gulped. "Yes. Yes, Simon. I was w-wrong to object when you, uh, suggested that I, um, choose a different outfit. I, uh, I apologize to you for that too." Her face felt flushed. Simon smiled again. "Good," he said. "Excellent. Listen Mandy, to save time, don't bother wearing slacks to work any more, OK? Stick to skirts and dresses, and we'll work from there. Got that?" "Yes, Simon," Amanda said contritely. "Will you excuse me, for a m-moment!" She bolted from the room and hurried upstairs to the privacy of her bedroom. Barely pausing to close the door behind her, she shucked off her clothes and collapsed on the bed. Her pussy was wet, ready and eager to receive her stroking fingers. Her first orgasm overwhelmed her in minutes. The second and third took a little longer. So, the next morning, and every workday morning after that, Amanda got dressed in a dress or a skirted suit and presented herself for Simon's inspection before she left for work. Sometimes he was up already, but if not, he insisted that she come into his bedroom and pose for him by his bedside. Quite often he sent her back for a change, always to something shorter, or brighter or less staid. Amanda complied, telling herself that she didn't have to do the things that Simon said. It was simply the easiest way to keep peace in the house. Her panties were generally wet by the time she got to the office. Now, standing in her overflowing closet in just her stockings and high-high heels, Amanda contemplated just how much her wardrobe had changed. She glanced at her Mickey Mouse watch, the only watch Simon would let her wear. Almost nine. Simon would be impatient for breakfast soon. She walked down the rows of sexy clothing, managing her dramatic platform heels with practised ease. Soon after he began vetting her wardrobe, Simon announced that he had a bit of a thing for high heels, and therefore Amanda should wear them as high as possible, as often as possible. She had been in her bedroom, changing after a long day at work, and Simon had just walked right in. "What are you doing here?" Amanda blazed. "What do you mean by barging into my room like this? Now you just turn around and walk right back--" "Mandy, be quiet," Simon said, and Amanda lapsed into glowering silence. He continued as if she hadn't spoken. "High heels are the most attractive shoes any woman can wear, always have been. They change appearance in some very basic way, you know. I think it sends signals right to the base of a man's brain. See these" -- he held up the pair of functional, low-heeled shoes Amanda had worn to work that day -- "these are boring. They're for tight- assed old spinsters that work in the library and scowl all the time." He tossed them contemptuously in the direction of a trash bin. Amanda demurred, "But those shoes cost almost --" "Then you've been wasting money, Mandy," Simon said, interrupting her again. "Man, look at all these dullsville shoes. You have got like a serious image problem, Mandy. I think it is time for a major closet purge." He tossed another pair of shoes, Italian imports that she had bought just last month, into the waste bin. "Simon, stop that!" Amanda cried. "What are you doing? You c- can't just throw away my shoes." She shook her head in confusion. Simon was spouting nonsense, she knew that, but somehow it just seemed so sensible. As soon as he said so. He turned to face her squarely. "Look, Mandy, here is how it is going to be. Since you are obviously too dim to know how a woman should dress, I will have to help you. To start with, I don't want to see you in any shoes with less than four inches of heel, got that? You can count to four, can't you?" Amanda felt the insults like a slap in the face. Her step-son had never spoken to her so rudely before, not even after his return from overseas. She struggled to respond, to shout at him angrily that he couldn't talk to her that way. Unexpectedly, the feeling of sexual arousal had returned, and stronger than ever. She suppressed a moan as shimmers of pleasure lanced through her. "Simon, please, I-" she stammered. "Get my approval for any new shoes you buy. Don't waste your time on anything but hey-heys. Right now, go through this pile of shit and get rid of all the old-fart shoes." "But, but I don't have..." "Yeah, I know, you have to wear something. Look, for now you can keep the medium heels, just until you get something better." "Simon, no," Amanda said weakly. She didn't have to do what he said. "Don't come down to make supper until the job is finished." He turned and left the room. Dejectedly, Amanda surveyed the neat rows of shoes lining the rack in her closet. She didn't have to do what Simon told her, she decided, setting her jaw. But she was so horny..... Twenty minutes later Amanda was sprawled across her king-size bed, her dress in a heap on the floor. She was panting and groaning in naked lust as she played with herself, one hand thrusting inside her wet panties, the other tweaking and fondling her hard-nippled breasts. Shoes and sandals filled the wastebasket in one corner, spilling over into a big, multicolored heap on the floor. "Oh god oh god oh god," Amanda blathered, pumping her fingers desperately, "I'll buy some more tomorrow!" And that delirious thought was enough to push her over the edge to another blinding orgasm. Amanda came downstairs eventually. She walked uneasily in the only pair of four-inch heels she owned, simple black pumps she had purchased impulsively one day, but seldom wore. That changed soon enough. Under Simon's abusive guidance her nearly empty shoe rack soon filled up again, and then overflowed, with sexy, gaudy, towering heels. Inspecting her footwear became part of Simon's morning ritual, and he send her tottering off to work each day in a different pair of leg-shaping spikes. Wearing the new shoes to work wasn't all that bad, once she got used to them. At least when she was sitting at her desk she could slip them off and enjoy the feel of stocking feet. But evenings were another matter. "What the hell are you doing?" Simon demanded angrily one afternoon. It was just the second day after the incident in Amanda's bedroom, and she was breaking in a pair of patent black pumps she had bought the day before. Amanda looked up at him dully. It had been a long day and her feet hurt. "I, I'm just taking off my shoes. I have to get changed and make din--" "Mandy, you can be unbelievably stupid sometimes," Simon interrupted her. "Look, airhead, why are you wearing high heels?" Amanda fumed in anger. How dare he talk to her like that! But with every insult a tidal wave of arousal broke over her, and her concentration wavered. Dear god, abuse from her step-son was such a turn-on! "Because, because," she sputtered, "You told me to. I mean, I thought you liked--" "Exactly, Mandy. Because I like them. I like to see you in them. So put your shoes back on, get your lard-ass butt in gear and start working on dinner." Amanda groaned. "Yes, yes Simon," she said quietly. She slipped the high heels back on and made her way upstairs to get out of her work clothes. She would have to change her panties again, too. Simon insisted that Amanda wear heels all the time, even in the morning when she was getting dressed. He ordered her to buy wobbly, high-heeled mules in place of house slippers -- she had half a dozen pairs now -- and to put them on the moment she rolled out of bed. She wore them every minute she was in the house, only momentarily slipping them off for a bath or shower. Well, she didn't have to wear them, she reminded herself endlessly. She could take them off any time. Really. But the heels somehow seemed appropriate now, and the sexy wiggle in her walk reminded her that she was obeying Simon, which kept her in a near-constant state of arousal. Now, as she wandered through her closet trying to find some outfit that would comply with Simon's elaborate rules and still preserve a shred of modesty, Amanda wondered why she had found four-inch heels so difficult. Nowadays, four-inchers were the ones she wore to relax. The open-toed, liquid red slings she was wearing that morning had heels a full inch higher. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in one of the many full- length mirrors that surrounded her bedroom. She was still surprised at the figure that looked back at her: the long blonde hair carefully combed, the sleek, slender figure that could have belonged to a teenager instead of a woman well into the fourth decade of life. Her nipples were erect, as they usually were. Amanda was proud of her figure, she had to admit. She finally had the fit, toned body she had always dreamed of. Of course, there was a price for keeping it that way; she spent every spare minute at the gymnasium. It started when Simon started insisting that she show a little more leg. "What is with you and these mud-dragging dresses?" he asked sarcastically one morning. "You look like a fucking nun. Go put on something that doesn't sweep the floor, all right?" Amanda looked down at the sharp red skirt, that ended an inch or so above the knee. "This, uh, this is the shortest skirt I have..." she said meekly. "Unbe-fucking-lievable," Simon said. "Look, you brainless prude, when will you learn that a woman's job is to show off her body, not cover it up." He walked up to her with such energy that for a moment Amanda thought he was going to hit her. Instead, he reached down and roughly grabbed the hem of her skirt. He hiked it up several inches. "Look, this is considered a fashionable skirt length, even by uptight twits like you." He yanked it higher. "This is a respectable length for work or shopping. And this is the length you should be wearing if you're proud of your body. It's the length I like." Amanda grabbed a stair rail to keep her balance. "I can't wear my skirts that short!" she gasped. "Why not?" "Because, because, for god's sake I'm thirty-five years old. I'm an executive. And besides...." her voice trailed off in confusion. "Besides what, Mandy?" She spoke in a small voice, amazed at her own shyness. "I, I haven't got the legs for it. M-My thighs are too heavy." Why did she suddenly feel so inadequate? Simon smiled without mirth. It wasn't a pleasant sight. "Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" Amanda joined the health club that very afternoon, and spent a good hour getting to know the various exercise machines. She returned home late and exhausted. Simon heaped abuse on her for making him wait for dinner. Later, Amanda collapsed in bed, barely managing to get her clothes off, and fell asleep with her fingers still in her creaming pussy. Amanda exercised relentlessly now, every single day, and weekends too. Amanda spent so much time at the gym that some of the regulars assumed she worked there. After a while she joined a second health club just to cover her embarrassment in spending so much time working out. Eventually she bought a bunch of home gym equipment. She found herself using it too with the fanatical devotion that Simon demanded. There were rules of course. Simon had a fit when he saw Amanda in her track suit and made her throw the whole thing away right then and there. He ordered her to get herself some "proper" exercise clothes - bra tops and short shorts and tights and leotards, not just a few but a suitcase full, so she could wear a different skimpy outfit every day. Top of the line shoes too, always carefully color-matched to whatever shape-defining outfit she was wearing that day. She kept her high heels nearby. Simon said she had to put them back on again the instant she finished, even just to walk the few steps to the bathroom for a shower. Aerobics pretty much pushed aside any other hobbies and interests Amanda had. Even reading the newspaper. She had enjoyed fussing about in the garden for years, but when she mentioned it Simon just laughed and said she could hardly dig up weeds in a miniskirt and high heels, could she. So a professional gardening service did the yard now. The young men gawked in the windows to try to catch a glimpse of Amanda. Simon said she must never close the curtains. Simon said that only miniskirts were suitable attire, but he relented somewhat and allowed her to wear them only four inches above the knee to the office. At home, however, he insisted on breathtaking brevity, especially as the relentless exercise toned up Amanda's muscles and slimmed her thighs. Simon liked bright, tight, feminine clothing. Amanda found her shopping expeditions broadening to include trendy, youth-oriented shops she had never frequented before. She had to pack away more and more of her old clothes to make room for her ever-expanding wardrobe. It was costing more than a little, but nothing Amanda's salary couldn't handle. Amanda attempted from time to time to come to grips with her situation. She still couldn't figure out why she kept doing what Simon told her. The thickening fog of sexual arousal that enveloped her made rational thought increasingly difficult. The workday was tolerable, so long as she remembered to keep a supply of fresh panties in the office. She began masturbating in the washroom a couple of times each day. Weekends, on the other hand, were spent in a kind of horny, stupefied daze. Amanda tried desperately to retain some fragment of her dignity and self-control while Simon ordered her about or heaped scorn on her back. Amanda regarded her svelte figure in the mirror and resisted, with some difficulty, the urge to play with herself. She was wearing thigh-high stay-ups, her usual legwear these days. The stockings were shiny white, with a red seam up the back that matched her high-heeled sandals. Simon said she had to wear stockings, no bare legs, and pantyhose were just too much of a nuisance when she spent so much time with her fingers under her skirts. She had to buy the stay-ups hip-high, or risk flashing her stocking tops every time she bent over. Still watching her reflection, Amanda pursed her full lips, red with lipstick, shaping her mouth into a protruding oval. She sucked on one finger for a moment. She knew what she really needed. Amanda's new style had not gone unnoticed at the office, and many an approving look was cast her way as she strode down the hallways in her brief, clinging suits and sky-high heels. The male attention only raised Amanda's sexual thermostat a little further. She still managed to get her work done, but the irresistible arousal from obeying Simon's commands guaranteed that sex was always on her mind. More than once Amanda found herself responding warmly, even flirting, with male co-workers that eyed her so thirstily. She knew she must be radiating sexual signals like a bitch in heat. But nobody turned her on quite as much as her own step-son. She was in particularly rough shape that Friday afternoon as she stepped off the bus a few blocks from home. She took the bus to work now. Her BMW was reserved for Simon's use. It was still Amanda's job to wash it every day and to wax it every weekend. She wore a bikini and high heels while she worked on the car. Amanda's heels clicked against the sidewalk. She was wearing a sleeveless white minidress, more suited to a night at the club than the executive boardroom. The shiny white pumps with the ankle straps and five-inch heels accentuated her shapely, nylon- gilt legs. She wore a raspberry red bolero jacket with the dress, drawn closed with three gold chains. The jacket added a bare touch of modesty to the low-scooped neckline of her dress. Simon had sent her back to her room to put on a push-up bra. I don't have to do that, she told herself, even as she tottered back upstairs. She had been horny by the time she left the house that morning, and it seemed like men had been staring at her all day long. To make matters worse, she had had to make a presentation that day. Though her data were impeccable, it was obvious that the men in the room were far more interested in her legs than her sales projections. By the time she stepped gingerly off the bus, ignoring the bus driver's happy stare, she was beside herself. Though she had changed them more than once, her panties were wet again. Simon was waiting for her when she got in the door. "About time you got here, you little tart," he pronounced. "Why so late? Been out showing off on the streets?" As usual, Simon's abuse hit her like a drug. "Ohhhhhh. N-No, please, Simon, nothing like that. I, I just missed my first bus, that's all. Spent too long at the gym." She dropped her briefcase and white purse on the floor. "I bet," he sneered. "Mandy you are such a little bimbo. A sugar tart, that's you. Look at that dress. I bet you enjoyed giving the guys an eyeful all day. Is that how you keep your job? Doesn't seem to me you have the brains for it." Electric bolts of sexual need shot through Amanda. Groaning, she collapsed against the wall, losing her balance on her tall heels. "Please, Simon, honey, stop this. I, I'm oh god I'm so hot!" She ran her hands down her tight dress, clinging weakly to self- control. "Just how do you keep your job, Mandy? It's got to be with that bod of yours, isn't it. Little airhead sexpot like you can't possibly be executive material. Shit, I even have to tell you what to wear in the morning. Even then you barely get it right." "Simmmonnnn, Please, stop it." Amanda wailed, her face flushed. She was clenching her fists and grinding her thighs together. "Face it Mandy, you're just a sex machine. A dick receptacle. Do you give good blow jobs, Mandy? Is that how you keep your job? I bet you suck cock like a vacuum cleaner." "Simon, No, no n-ooh, ooooh" Amanda groaned, helpless with desire. She felt like her body was on fire. Her eyes rolled backwards and she slid down the wall, collapsing in a quivering heap at her step-son's feet. "Jezuz, Mandy," he said, "You are the most over-sexed, cock-hungry bimbo I've ever met. Hey, you're so hungry for a dick to suck, why don't you come here and suck on mine." He took a step forward and stopped in front of her, spreading his legs into a domineering stance. He unzipped his black jeans and fished out his semi-erect penis, dangling it before the dazed Mandy like a lure. Amanda looked up at him, drunk with desire. "Simon, oh, Simon no, I, I can't," she whimpered. Still, she stared at his exposed dick, her vision blurry, and felt herself moving. She climbed up onto her knees and half fell toward him, bracing herself on his legs. She felt insane with need, ready to suck off the boy she had raised since he was five years old. "Oh god Simon!" she gasped. Her step-son smiled down on her. "Go ahead Mandy. You know you want it." Amanda made a tiny sound deep in her throat. She took his cock tenderly in one hand, raising it toward her waiting lips. "Uhmmmmmmm," she murmured as she sucked him deep into her mouth. She sucked him earnestly, bobbing her head up and down on his rapidly hardening shaft, using one or sometimes both hands to caress and hold him. Blissful waves of pleasure washed over her, brushing aside guilt and shame and righteousness like so many dead leaves. She forgot everything else except the exquisite feel of her step-son's member in her mouth. She used her tongue, her lips, her hands. She poured herself over him, grunting and slurping noisily. Simon was so pleased with Mandy's efforts he almost forgot to insult her. "Yes, Mandy, yes, like that! God, that is great, suck me you little airhead sexpot whore! Suck me. Yesss! Harder. Harder, you sex-crazy tramp!" The litany of imprecations only stimulated Amanda further, and a few moments later she felt Simon stiffen, and he came jerkily into her mouth, while Amanda sucked and swallowed and writhed in unbridled ecstasy. Blow-jobs became a regular part of the household routine then. Amanda generally gave him a quickie before she left for work in the morning and another when she came home at night. On weekends she blew him three or four times every day. His appetite seemed insatiable, and after the first time Amanda forgot to even try to resist. When they were home together, Simon would walk up to her any time and simply open his zipper. Whatever she was doing, Amanda would stop and give him head right then and there, even if she was on the telephone or cooking dinner. The blowjobs left Amanda panting, exhausted, and wanting more. Simon didn't use Mandy for ordinary sex, however, though he surely knew she would let him fuck her in any way imaginable. That task fell to a growing line of beautiful, obedient girlfriends that fawned all over Simon and marvelled when Mandy served them breakfast in bed. Standing in the bulging walk-in closet of her bedroom, Amanda turned her mind away from the memories. If she didn't keep her thoughts focused she would never get dressed in time. At length she chose a tight-fitting red tube top and a tiny silver miniskirt, a bright, wrap-around thing barely more than a foot long. She seldom wore a bra on weekends. She stepped out of her dressing shoes, and after careful consideration decided on the lace-up red boots with the superthick white soles. She didn't have to dress this way, she reminded herself, as she tightened up the slick, high-heeled boots. But Simon said he liked platform boots, the gaudier the better, and.... oh god. Amanda moaned with lust as she stumbled out of the closet into her bedroom. She caught sight of herself in the half dozen full length mirrors Simon had insisted she hang around her room. She looked delectable; she could easily pass for ten years younger than her actual age. She was dressed the way Simon said, showing lots and lots of leg and advertising her tits; her make-up was done the way Simon said to do it; her hair was growing long the way Simon said to wear it. Everything was just the way Simon said, and the sexual heat Amanda felt was too much to bear. Standing in the deeply carpeted room, surrounded by mirrors, she pulled up her micro-skirt, pulled down her damp panties and began to finger herself furiously. Thrills of delight pulsed through her. "Oh god oh god oh god, I'm so fucking HOT!" she cried, breathing hard. Her body trembled. Beads of perspiration formed on her perfect brow. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" she grunted, her hand a blur beneath her panties. But yet she could not come. Not quite. Not yet. She needed something more, one more stimulus to push her over the edge into the abyss of pleasure. "Hey, Mandy!" came Simon's voice from downstairs. "Get your lazy sexpot wiggle-ass down here and make breakfast! I haven't got all day you fucked-up, brainless, cock-sucking bimbo!" "I'm coming dear!" Amanda shouted. "I'm COMMMMMMING!" She collapsed, weak-kneed, on the plush carpet as her climax consumed her.

RevengeRevenge by TricityBendix Disclaimer - This story is a bit fucked up. It contains politics, porn, enormous breasts and insane levels of stupidity. Don't read it if you are blonde, a member of the religous right, a redneck, a cop, a cunt, or under 32. In this story, a lot of men get off on women's breasts growing while their intillect decreases. This is nothing to do with real life and I know a lot of very brainy-and-chested beauties. This is a story written because the bigger a woman's breasts are, the less intelligent the men become. Being in the presence of a superior intellect is embarrasing for men, as most are, like me, emotionally retarded. Intelligence is a mythical concept anyhow. IQ tests are a bunch of cock. Yours - tricitybendix (my mates call me 85, cunts call me 'Phil') Enjoy. Emma Jarvis was blonde, blue eyed, 18, intelligent and jealous. The reason she was jealous was a girl in her school, Brenda. Brenda, also, was gifted academically, but was a lot richer than Emma. Emma, being the school red was dis-favoured by a lot of the boys who found her views violent and crazy. Also, being blonde & 18 years old, Brenda was able to attract a lot more attraction from the boys at her school than Emma due to her flashy and outgoing personality. Also, being rich and sophisticated she was able to buy many more fashionable clothes items than Emma, and carry the appearance off beautifully. Emma recalled that one year at the school summer ball last year, she had worn a very old white dress. She had attracted some friendly joshing from her friends, something about her mother's wedding. Brenda on the other hand, was sporting an outrageously high white micro-skirt. On her top was white fabric that crossed over her midsection and covered her small, perky breasts. Filling her belly button was a large diamond. Emma had felt terrible, walked straight to the bar and ordered herself a vodka, where she was consoled by the author. If there was one thing though that Emma hated about Brenda, it was the fact that she was so damned nice. That's what really got to her. This girl did not give a damn about popularity or social status, she gave money to charity anonymously, organised school events, and did a lot of hard work. Also, she liked Emma. She respected Emma's gutsy determination to do well at school and get her qualifications. What Emma hated was the fact that the girl did not seem to have anything bad about her at all, and Emma had no way of getting to her. No boyfriend, no embarassing secrets, and even if there was something, Brenda was smart enough to see it coming a mile off. Indeed she had pulled a practical joke on Brenda on April 1st. Brenda had sweetly taken her to one side and threatened to publicly embarrass her back. Sports day was coming up, something Emma was good at, but was usually beaten by little miss perfect and she wanted, nay, needed revenge. Question was ... how? That night, Emma was reading a Marxist book about pop culture, consumerist desires of the general public, the and how consumerism was imposed on society by the state. Emma was bored shitless. At that moment a small glowing sphere of light appeared outside Emma's window. She got up and looked at it. This was no trick of the light. The sphere moved towards the window, and straight through it, leaving no mark or blemish. Emma jumped back, "Wow! ball lightning!", and scrabbled around looking for her Polaroid. This theory of hers was smashed when the ball said, "I am from the stars. I come to learn about humans. We have been monitoring your TV stations for decades. Your television has been political in some cases, for instance MedTV, the Turkish station calls for revolution; it has been used by the state to educate and entertain, BBC, the UK; and, of course, to sell stuff, any station, the US. I come to learn about how humans interact in reality. If there was one human in your life you would want to change somehow into something else, who would it be and how would you do it? You can't change yourself. Don't be afraid, I mean no-one any harm." Emma almost fainted. The alien noticed her fear and temporarily silenced it. The alien did not notice that by killing her fear, it had also damaged her conscience and personality. Emma walked round to her bed and sat down, the ball of light moved closer to her, she replied, "Brenda, I want to change Brenda". The alien entity shot up out through the window, and returned 5 seconds later, projecting an image of Brenda on the wall, "Is this the girl?", "Yes it is.", "How do you wish to change her? She will remain asleep all night and will not notice, only you and her will know that she has been changed, when I leave in 3 days time, you may change her back if you wish. You changing her will change her family as well, and it can all be reversed." One of the things Emma disliked about Brenda was her style, her intellect, her grace and poise; another was her good looks. Damn! What am I going to do? She looked under her bed for more bits of inspiration, and found a toy doll she had for her 6th birthday. 6 inches high, pretty, blonde hair, and a big smile. A Barbie doll. Brenda was dreaming about the usual things, friends, family, her experiments at the school lab, respect, and sex. In her sleep, she moaned and rolled over onto her back. "Good job she sleeps naked", said the alien. Brenda could feel the growing presence on her chest, but she was asleep, the tingling in her nipples did make her a little wet. It took 30 seconds for her breasts to grow from a B cup to a C - cup and for her to forget how to tell different types of wine. It took another 30 seconds for all the memories of what she learnt at school to become a little fuzzy and blurred, and for her hips to swell out a little. The alien watched Emma squeal with glee as her arch rival grew sexily stacked. There was no way she would be any good at sports now, bedroom gymnastics maybe. She looked at the Barbie doll. Why stop there? "Could you make her so busty that there is no way she can be any good at sports? Make her a giggly bimbo as well!", "I'm doing it", replied the alien. The point of light was deep in concentration and had grown dimmer, the task taking a little of its power. Brenda was dreaming about happy things, like swimming, sunbathing, clothes and of course, sex. By now her breasts were a healthy E - cup. She was nicely stacked, but still growing. Her now large, but pert bottom prevented the small of her back from touching the bottom of the bed. She giggled as she thought about boys, causing her breasts to wobble and bounce a little. By morning, the work was finished. The alien left, emitting a strange sound. Laughter perhaps? Emma had dozed off, and woke up groggily as her alarm screamed at her. The first thing to enter her mind was the alien. 'Oh ... SHIT! What have I done!', but remembering that she could change poor Brenda back when the alien left, she calmed a little. Her conscience now fully intact, she was on a major guilt trip. "What kind of ambassador to the human race was I last night", she thought, "That thing probably thinks all socialists are scum". Still, she was looking forward to seeing her new friend Brenda. She laughed naughtily. She got her school things together and remembered that it was a Thursday, and she would have physics and the art club she attended at lunchtime, 2 things Brenda did too. "It's gonna be fun watching that little bimbo try to think straight, but I'll try to cover for her", she laughed a little nervously. Brenda felt the warm sunlight on the side of her face, smiled and stretched, "mmmmmm, feels nice ..." She gently let her hands slowly drift down her body between her legs and rubbed slowly. This was THE way to wake up. After a few more seconds, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She let on hand work up to her breast, and then she noticed. She let out a little squeak of surprise as her dainty little hand touched a mass of soft breast. She pulled back the sheets and saw for herself that she had grown a pair of breasts that a whole crowd of girls her age could be proud of. She was a little afraid, knowing something was wrong, and very slowly sat up and looked around, "Pink! My room is pink!". The wallpaper had changed from stripey grey to shocking pink while she had been asleep. She looked around and saw a doll's house on a chest of drawers opposite her in the room. She also noticed that her CD player had turned bright blue. Intrigued, she slowly got out of bed, and had to adjust to her new posture. "My big new breasts are real heavy, and my voice is funny", she announced to herself in her new, cute, sqeaky voice. She walked slowly to the doll's house, and giggled happily as her breasts swayed. Opening thetop of the doll's house, she peered in. "Barbie!", she sqealed and took the doll in her hand and looked at it, "Cute, but I got bigger titties!". Carefully, she put the doll back, and noticed how she was acting. "What's going on?", she asked quietly, with a confused look on her face, trying to recap the events of the previous day was difficult, but a lot had definitely changed. She looked at the alarm clock, 7:00 am. She walked to the bathroom, now more easily as she was more used to her new figure. Even now the amount her breasts moved shocked her a little, she grabbed them in her hands, and walked to the bathroom, her breasts still bobbling excessively. "Everything's pink", she said, noticing the carpet and wallpaper Looking at herself in the full-length mirror was a big shock for her, "Wow! I got real big last night.", she said with a sense of pride. She was still of average height, but her breasts were almost perfectly round and hung down almost to her belly button. Her waist was tiny and flat, and flared out to a pair of almost impossibly wide hips. Her pubic hair was lighter and stopped before her pussy. Her legs were perfectly hairless and her skin had become healthier and a little more flushed, giving it a warm, soft look. Her aurolae were the size of saucers, and were deep pink, her nipples stuck out around 4 cm, were 4 cm across, and were even darker. Awestruck, she turned to her side, and looked at the side of her ass, as her breasts slowly swayed to a standstill. It was beautiful, her legs seemed to go on forever, and there was not a blemish in sight, her blonde hair reached down to the middle of her tush. "I'm really pretty, really really pretty!", she giggled happily, and shook her breasts. They swayed from side to side, she giggled. Then she bounced them up and down, giggling continuously. Gently biting her beautifully pink lower lip, and grinning happily, she caught one of her nipples and rolled it between her fingers, she let out a squeak of pleasure, shuddered and opened her mouth as the feelings kicked in. Emma was making herself a large coffee. This was the usual ritual for her before school, but today she was over - doing it. Caffeine powered her sharply subversive mind. She loved this. Deeply inhaling the steam coming off her espresso, she thought deeply about her friend. Brenda was her friend and was going to know everything when the alien left on Sunday after sports day. Fuck. Her mind raced through endless possibilities. She sipped the coffee, then drank the whole lot and quickly made another. Her mum looked at her, concerned, "Are you okay, honey?", "Yeah fine mum, just a little tired. Damn, I'm gonna miss the bus, bye!" Brenda got into the shower, and noticed changes there too, they now had a power - shower, and the shower unit was situated in it's own glass cubicle rather than the bath. She noticed how whenever she moved, her tush or her boobs would brush against the cold glass. This tickled a lot, and sent her into more fits of the giggles as she tried in vain to hold her breasts away from the glass. Finally, she managed to concentrate for long enough to work out how the shower worked ... and pressed the 'on' button. The jets of warm water had an instant effect on her, "Wow! Whoaaa, that feels greeat!", she squealed, the water was a bit of a shock to the system. It took a lot of shampoo to lather the whole of her beautiful blonde mane, and of course, her little triangle of pubic hair. Now that the glass had warmed up, she could forget about letting herself touch it. She leaned forward and whipped her hair back, getting lather onto her breasts. Moaning with ecstasy, she tried to grab her slippery breasts, but they wobbled far too much for her to grab a nipple. She giggled again, and simply rubbed them up and down against the glass, and let her left hand slide down to her crotch. She let two fingers slide into herself, pounded herself furiously for 30 seconds, then took them out and sucked, letting the right hand pleasure her. She repeated this cycle for all of ten minutes, grinning widely and moaning with intense pleasure. Out of the shower, she took a towel and dried her hair, arms, legs, ass, and back. She looked at her tits. There was no way of drying them off without getting all horny again, so she just gently pressed the towel onto them, then took it off, which seemed to work. She noticed that she could get the towel to stick on to her tits with nothing holding them there. She looked in the mirror and smiled again. "I'm so happy.", she said to herself, and bounced off back to her little-girl bedroom with the towel wrapped round her chest. She found her school uniform where it usually was, in her chest of drawers, but everything was, of course, a couple of sizes bigger. She put on her blouse, jumper and blazer, grabbed her satchel and carefully walked down the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast. "Mum, sis, you're both big too!", "What are you talking about hon?", "Never mind." Brenda found that her mother and sister had grown outrageously voluptuous figures similar to her own, and that their voices had changed too. The kitchen had also changed colour from white to a light blue colour, making it look, like the rest of the house, slightly tacky. Looking out of the window, she saw that the family's old Daimler V8 had been replaced by a red Ferrari, and there was a sun lounger on the lawn. Brenda had properly woken up now and was realising that she was in a VERY strange situation. She decided to keep quiet. Emma was at school, biting her nails. She was waiting for her guilt trip to climax with the arrival of Brenda. What had happened to Brenda and her sister? The alien had said that it would have an effect on the rest of the family as well. She looked out of the common room door and saw Brenda's mum park the Ferrari, and the new Brenda and her sister, Alice happily skip out. Brenda usually hung out with her sister before classes, but they walked off in different directions. Brenda walked straight over the Emma, as her mother stalled the Ferrari while driving it out of the school gates 'Hi Emma! Can we talk? Something funny happened last night.', Emma lowered her head. She had forgotten to change one thing. If there was one person Brenda had trusted in that school, it was her. She had dumped on a friend major league. She flung her arms out and gave Brenda a hug. She was amazed at how large Brenda had become, and only just got her arms round her. 'Whoa, Emma, what was that for? Hey girl, what's wrong?', Brenda asked with a look of childish innocence, 'Never mind. Let's get along to first period'. In the physics class, Brenda sat next to Emma and timidly held her hand under the desk. Brenda was scared. She knew that she was good at physics, and that she and her surroundings had changed. On the way to school, she had chatted with her mother or 'mom' as she now insisted on being called. Brenda's dad had disappeared from the family a few years ago and had never called since then, and her mother, instead of being the high flying economic consultant she used to be was now some guy's 'personal assistant'. Her sister however chose not to talk at all, but read a book. Brenda told Emma all about this, and about the changes in her house. All the time Brenda had a pouty look on her face similar to that of a lost child. Emma simply replied, 'You'll be OK in 3 days time'. The class was a 3 hour practical experiment, and Emma volunteered to be Brenda's partner. It started with the handing back of last week's homework, Brenda looked at her work and then looked really scared. 'An F?', she asked herself, then looked at the work she had done. Her answers wer childish and simplistic, her writing was printed, and reading was making her tired. She found a folder marked 'Physics' in her bag and put it in there, she would look at that later. The girls then, with the rest of the class got up and walked to their experiment. Today's experiment involved logic circuits. The girls had to make a TV screen display the stars and stripes using logic circuits. Emma found the exercise simple and easy, and had it finished quickly. She tested Brenda's reduced intillect. 'Okay, so you understand that when this one is on, that one is off?', 'Yeah', 'Okay, so if that it turning on and off 312 times a second, what is this one doing?', 'er ... switching real quick too?', 'You got it, now why is it making stripes on the screen', 'Er ..', Brenda brushed her blonde hair back and looked away into space with the cutest look a girl could give. 'What was the question?', it was hopeless. Emma tried diagrams, LEDs to show the signals, everything. Nothing could get through to her. Brenda's giggling was quiet enough not to be annoying, but it did make talking to her seriously very difficult. She would curl her hair round her finger, gently bite her lower lip and look a little lost whenever she tried to think, the giggle embarrasedly as she forgot what she was meant to be thinking about. By the end of the lesson, Emma was finishing writing up and she turned and looked at Brenda. Brenda had lifted her breasts onto the desk, had her arms round them and was fast asleep using them as a pillow. Brenda had a wide, happy smile on her face, and was breathing slowly and deeply. 'Brenda, wake up, time for lunch!' At break, Emma decided that Brenda should at least enjoy her silly new existance, and decided also to tell her about the alien and how she would change back in 3 days time. The two girls sat at a coffee table, and Emma noticed the stares her friend was getting from the boys. Brenda believed every word Emma said. 'Emma you bitch', Brenda was surprised, and should have been angry. Indeed she was trying to be angry, but found that anger was something she was almost incapable of, and that she was actually enjoying being the best looking girl in school, even if it did mean she was a little dumb. 'The physics teacher was looking at my big boobs as well', 'Yeah, when you fell asleep onto your breasts, all the boys were looking, one came up tried to feel you up!', this sent Brenda into more bursts of giggling and she started twirling her hair round her finger again. Her friend simply looked at her and sighed, nodding her head,'She's gonna kill me when she changes back!' The girls got up and walked off to art club, 'Walk slower, Emma, I got a lot to carry!' At art club, the girls found a surprise. The new Brenda was actually better at art than she had been before. Although unable to write or even think methodically or express herself verbally without sounding like the dizzy blonde that she was, she could paint beautifully. Also, as Brenda was doing art as a subject, a lot of the paintings at art club were by her. This was her chance to shine. She took a brush and her hands seem to move by themselves. After 30 minutes the canvas was covered with a beautiful meadow, interrupted by a river, at which an old man was fishing. The art teacher came over and asked her, 'What was your inspiration for this piece', 'I dont know, it just came to me!', she replied, and giggled. The next lesson was sport. The girls would play basketball for a while, the boys would play football in the next field. Brenda took out of her bag a skirt, big, but obviously way too small for her, and a stretchy top. She took off her school uniform and bra, and put on the top, and skirt only. Emma just looked at her, 'You're not going out there like that! The boys will go nuts! I can see your nips from here!', 'Try and stop me', she giggled as she tried to jog towards the door and nearly fell over. She steadied herself against the wall and stared at her breasts, as they slowly stopped swaying and simply rose and fell with her deep breathing. When she bent over, she really could feel the strain on her back, she slowly stood up straight again, and carried in her arms her now slightly sore breasts, back to the bench. She sat down with a thump, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle again, looked at Emma and giggled. 'Big tits are heavy', she said, cradling one in her left arm. Emma looked at her friend with a look of amazement, 'Try wearing a bra?' Brenda leaned forward, resting her masses of pink flesh on her lap, and pulled out her sports bra from her bag. She put it on the front, but could not get it done up at the back. Emma helped her, and they left the gym. Once outside, the girls had to pick teams. Brenda got picked last, Emma got picked first. 'Not fair!', Brenda cried out in her new voice, and stamped her foot. The other girls laughed, one of the girls called her a bimbo, and Brenda couldn't help but giggle, while staring down at herself. 'It's true', Brenda whispered to herself, 'I'm the biggest bimbo ever.' Brenda tried to play the game, but her breasts and hips wobbled about and got in the way. What was worse was she couldn't remember who was on her team. Half way through the game, she was beat, and went back to shower. She took off her bra and panties. All the other girls were outside. She turned on the shower and her nipples instantly hardened. She rubbed the sweat away from her armpits and rubbed the shampoo into her hair again. She looked down at her breasts again, and rubbed them. She again squealed with delight and said to herself, 'I love it when my boobs get all wet and slippery.' She dried off in the same manner as she had done that morning, and got changed back into her uniform. Back home, she had some physics cousework to do. She really felt dumb when she did not know how to do this. Physics was her best subject, but all the figures got jumbled up in her head. She stared down at her breasts. She had last played with them this morning, and was feeling a little horny again. The temptation was too great. She grabbed her phone book and dialed the school physics buff, Simon Walters. 'Hello?', 'Hi Simon, this is Brenda, I'm having a little problem with my homework, do you want to come over and fuck me, sorry help me, help me with it ..' She could not believe what she had just said, and neither could Simon. In less than five minutes, Simon was at the door dressed to kill, with a card and a box of chocolates. Branda took the chololates from him, and said with her new bimbo voice, 'The homework is in my bedroom, it's real hard', 'I'll help you with it right now', the pair went upstairs and sat on Brenda's bed. Brenda locked the door in full view of Simon. 'You've got some funny stuff Brenda.', Simon was totally disoriented. 'Oh look at you, you got all dressed up to come here, and here I am in my school uniform. No peeking!', Brenda pulled the sheets of the bed over Simon's head and got naked right next to him. No-one would remember this, so she might as well have fun. When she pulled the sheets back off Simon and squealed 'surprise!', she was wearing a little tennis skirt, no bra, and a top that stopped just above the base of her breasts. On the top was a silly cartoon of a confused blonde. The slogan below it read, 'I'm naturally blonde, so please speak slowly'. Brenda hadn't noticed this, but Simon did, he also noticed how Brenda's erect nipples and aureole were painfully obvious through the clingy white fabric, and began to look a little panicky. Brenda sat back down on the bed and noticed that Simon was looking at her chest. 'You like my boobies don't you', 'Actually I was looking at... mmmmph!', Brenda grabbed Simon's head and stuffed it between her breasts underneath the top, then squashed her breasts together, suffocating Simon in a world of warm pink flesh. His body grew all limp, except for one part of it. 'You like that, don't you.', she purred slowly, a slow, muffled 'mmm mm mph' was the best reply Simon could offer. She let him go, and he pulled away, gasping for breath. 'Wow, you really know how to make a guy happy Brenda!' exclaimed a red - faced and extremely turned on Simon. Brenda leant forward and got her homework out and placed it on her lap. 'I like doing my homework like this, but I cant see the books over my titties! I know what!', she got up and walked round to Simon's side of the bed, she opened his box of chocs and popped one into her mouth. She jumped down onto the bed on her front, so her face was next to the physics book. 'Now help me with these problems, Sy!', Simon did as he was told and joined her on the bed. He noticed that her ass stuck out way high into the air and that her hips were wider than he had noticed before under her uniform, and that her waist was really thin as well. He was constantly peeking glimpses over his shoulder as Brenda looked through her notes for the homework. He also noticed the mass of breast that was squashed outwards against the side of his chest. He had a large and uncomforatble erection. Brenda popped another chocolate, 'Mmph mfound it. Mmm nice choccie, Sy, I found the .. You sure do like checking out my bod, dont you.', 'Oh sorry Brenda', 'No, it 's OK, I like my bod too. This is the homework I cant do' Simon saw that the stuff she was having problems with was really simple, so he attempted to explain it to her. After 25 minutes of explanation, query, explanation, and Brenda's uncontrollable giggling, the pair decided that Simon should type the homework and send it in on Brenda's behalf, making, of course, a few deliberate mistakes. Brenda looked at the clock, 'Sugar, it's eight o'clock, I'm feeling sleepy', 'Yeah, do you want me to go home?', 'No, you can stay with me for a bit. I know you want to check out my tush', she said wiggling her ass a little. She stood up, and put all her books away. 'I know I'm not the brightest in the class, but I bet a lot of the girls there will never learn to do this', she said and shimmied her breasts from side to side, like she had done in the bathroom before. The little pink bit of breast that was not covered by her top captivated Simon. Slowly, as the breast rubbed against her top, the top slowly worked it's way up, exposing more and more breast. Simon could not take it any longer. He stood up and whipped the flimsy top off, and standing behind Brenda, he grabbed her breasts and rubbed his hard self against her. 'Ohhhh, you are all hot", Brenda moaned with pleasure. Simon brought one hand round to Brenda's ass, and placed it on her tush. He was shocked and surprised to find she was not wearing any knickers, 'Whoaa!', his heart was racing as his hand withdrew, 'Stroke my pussy', said Brenda. He kept kneading her breasts with his right arm and used his left to pleasure her pussy. He had to change a few times as massaging Brenda's breasts was very hard work, and as they kept moving about and wobbling as Brenda spasmed, it was getting harder to hold onto them. After a while Brenda was extremely wet, and her breasts were covered in juice. There was a small dark patch of juice on the floor. Simon came round to the fromt of his moaning, blonde godess, and bent over a little to suckle her breasts and lick all the delicious juices off them. Fumbling with his belt, he leant on Brenda a little too much and she fell backwards onto the bed. She was aroused a little out of her sexual trance, and giggled as Simon tried to undress extremely quickly. When he was naked, and standing before her he tried to get on top of her, she pushed him back and said, 'Lick my pussy first, please'. She sat up and gave him that lost pleading look. It was irresistable, he HAD to do what this beautiful dumb creature was asking. He knelt between her legs, and parted her lips. He licked the clitoris as gently as he could. Immediately Brenda orgasmed, and covered his face with juice. She fell backwards and tried to grab her wet breasts. Again the masses of pink flesh escaped her grasp each time, so she simply rubbed them. Simon continued to lick for 15 minutes, before getting a condom out of his jacket, and putting it on. The sex that followed was the best Simon could ever hope for in his whole life. Brenda came again and again, the sheets were soaked. Simon fell asleep around 1 am, totally spent. Brenda remained awake, and was visited by a small sphere of light. In the morning, Brenda unlocked the door, and Simon stumbled out. 'Hello Simon. I suppose I'm going to be cleaning the sheets AGAIN tonight, ah well.', 'Uhh, sorry Mrs. urm', Brenda's mother took his hand, 'Call me Candy.' Simon's heart was still racing. This girl's mum was looking at him as if she wanted some fun as well. 'I wish I had a mum like that', he said under his breath, as Candy jiggled her way downstairs. Now normally when Emma woke up, she would have a dry feeling in her mouth and a headache from caffeine withdrawl, and sleep in her eyes. This morning, however, she felt positively fantastic. Her hands were between her legs, one hand completely inside her, the other stroking her clit, stroking, slowly, faster, faster, faster, bringing her to a beautiful orgasm. She opened her eyes, and smiled. Looking at the ceiling. As she slowly sat up, and leant forward slightly, she noticed something brush against her lap. 'Oh no!', she pleaded with no-one in a soft, beautiful voice. She looked down at herself. She couldn't see any of her lap, as it was completely covered in the most healthy pair of breasts ever to grace such a petite frame. Walking would be a serious challenge. She looked around her room. Where once there were pictures of feminists and Marxists, there now hung pictures of busty porn models. She squinted, there was something written on all of them, printed, in childish writing, 'bigger than you', was written in black marker on a picture of Lolo Ferrari. Around the room there were some very large vibrators and dildoes. Emma got out of bed, slowly, and opened her drawer. She picked up a stretch top and looked at it. It was the same as the one Brenda had used that night, but seemed to be a bit different, it had another word written above the slogan in black marker, 'I'm .. nat urall ie .. blonde so please speak REAL slow - ly, funny! What does that mean?', the new Emma put the top on,bigger than Brenda's it covered most of her pert, pliant, pink flesh, but left a little pink flesh at the bottom, which even after much stretching of the top and stuffing of her breasts upwards, could not be covered. She slipped on some knickers and slowly swayed to the bathroom, she looked round her house. Bigger? Looking in the mirror was a real shock for her. Brenda had been quite a sight, but now she was simply ludicrous. Her breasts hung a full 4 inches below her belly button, her hips were around the same size as Brenda's though, but her tush was a little perkier. She heard a doorbell ring downstairs and heard a sweet, faltering, high pitched voice talking to a teenage girl, 'You must be .. Brenda, yeah, she said about you, I'm her mom, I'm an actress, an exotic actress *giggle* yeah it's all natural, come on in, she's in her room, Emma! You've got a guest!' Emma quickly bounced back to her room and slipped on the skimpiest pair of denim shorts you could imagine, actually one of the more conservative things her bedroom contained. Brenda entered the room, she had kept a lot of her chest, now an F - cup, and regained all of her intelligence and then some. 'Hi Brenda, you look cute!', Emma complimented her friend, and giggled. Brenda was a little pissed, but looking at her new creation, she just wanted to laugh, and she did. 'Who's the bimbo now?', 'I don't know', came the confused and innocent reply. At this point, Brenda felt a pang of guilt. She had over done it with her friend the night before. This new Emma could hardly read or write, and definitely wouldn't be able to go to school. Brenda said, 'I can take my finger off, watch this!', Emma was taken aback and her eyes lit up in amazement, but not disbelief. Brenda folded her thumb behind her forefinger of her left hand away from Emma, and bent the forefinger of her right hand behind her other forefinger, and showed this to Emma, it loofed like her thumb was the forefinger of her righ hand. She parted her hands quickly, and put them back together, giving the impression that she had dislocated a finger. Emma put her hand over her mouth and gave a little dainty sqeak of terror. 'Hey girl, it's just a trick, dont worry', 'Oh. How does it work?', 'Okay, do this'. It took about seven minutes to teach Emma how to do it, and she started doing it again and again, giggling happily. Brenda decided that her friend was way too much of a bimbo like this, and by the look of the room, more than a little too much of a nympho. She resolved that if the alien visited her again, she would restore her to the level of intelligence above what she was before they started, and a more manageable, yet still stupendous breast size for the sports day, and increase her sex drive, and leave her like that permanantly, hopefully her intelligence would give her a little self control. After all, she always used to talk about how people should be happy with their sexuality whatever it was when she was spouting off about feminism. They would however both retain their silliness. Brenda said, 'Watch my finger, Emma!', Emma looked up at Brenda's finger, Brenda moved her finger around in front of Emma's face. She stopped between her eyes, giving her a cross eyed, silly look, then tapped her lightly on the nose. Emma fell back on the bed giggling, legs in the air kicking, giving Brenda a view of two vast hemispheres of light pink breast. Brenda jumped on her and ticked her. The tickling had the effect of making Emma's face and tummy go red. 'Stop, stop!', Emma pleaded, and so Brenda let up for long enough for Emma to stop giggling. Emma took Brenda's hand and placed it on her right breast, 'Bigger than YOU', she giggled. 'Let's take a look at your clothes, I'd love to see your stuff', Emma gave Brenda a confused, blank look, and Brenda realised that Emma's surroundings had changed, as had her personality, but her memories were still Emma's, so her new environment would be totally alien to her. Brenda opened a couple of drawers, there were stretch tops, push up bras and cute little dresses to show off her ass. All her books were gone, and Emma was talking, acting and had the wardrobe of the perfect bimbo. Brenda found a top with a slogan that read, 'Fuck - bunny'. She had to laugh at that, as her friend did actually look a bit like a rabbit, all chest and behind, although, she couldnt really see the new Emma moving quickly or running at all. Looking up, she saw that her friend had removed her top and was playing with her breasts, lifting them up and licking them, shaking and wobbling them, lying on them and using them as a kind of water bed. Emma looked up and said simply, 'Play with me, please..', Brenda went downstairs and phoned a male friend from school, and explained the situation to him, giving him the address of the house. He was there in what seemed like seconds Pete had been lucky with girls occasionally and was quite well built, red hair, red chest hair, and, embarassingly, red pubic hair too, but he had NEVER met a girl like Emma. Emma looked him in the eye, but he was looking at her very full clingy top. He could see her aurolae, nipples, the bits at the bottom that the top couldnt cover, and then he read the slogan, and looked Emma in the eyes. She gazed back and French - kissed him. The moment seemed to last forever as Pete was squashed into a sea of pink cleavage. Brenda left them to it with a camcorder on the mantelpiece as blackmail evidence against Emma for later. Pete looked into her eyes and was going to say something. Emma silenced him by frowning gently and placing her finger on his lips, and removing her top to expose a pair of breasts that were beyond belief. She was kneeling at the time, facing Pete from the edge of the bed. She let herself fall forward, her and her breasts covering Pete. They were face to face, she let out a little giggle, and Pete attempted to undress from underneath her, with quite a bit of success. The view from outside of this was quite amazing. Every time Pete moved, Emmas breasts would jiggle and ripple, with Emma giggling all the time. Once Pete was fully naked underneath Emma, he put his hands on her big, pert tush and smiled sweetly. She smiled back, after a couple of seconds, she realised, got off Pete and removed her shorts and panties, and again mounted Pete. Her tush may have been big, but it did have a lot of power behind it. She fucked Pete for all he was worth, stopping only to change position. After he was finished in that position, she got off and he sat at the side of the bed, panting. Because Emma's pussy was now a little bigger, and a lot stretchier, it made sex with her exhausting work. As soon as he came, Emma got up, rushed around the side fo the bed, sweating breasts and hips swinging, and sucked him to recovery. She lay back on the bed, grabbed him, and he did the work. Emma's stamina was unbelievable. From 9:30 am to 3 pm, they fucked constantly, and when Pete left, Emma whispered in his ear, 'thanks'. Pete was almost dead. Brenda smiled as she watched Emma accompany Pete to the door. Emma was still naked and very wet with sweat and other stuff, while Pete, who had arrived dressed in a well pressed suit, was now looking as disshevelled as any man could. Brenda told Emma to go and shower and especially to clean her pussy, which was leaking a little. Emma came out of the shower, clean and dried, 'Brenda, get me another man!', Brenda sighed and reached for her phone book. That night, Emma was exhausted. She had spent a long day fucking and rested on the couch, wearing her 'fuck - bunny' top as the bed was way too wet. Brenda went and fetched some sheets for her friend, and spent the night watching TV. That night the alien visited Brenda, 'I know why you humans are being so weird with your wishes. It's because of me. My effect is killing your conscience and causing emotional fuckup. Tell me what you really want for you and your friend and it will be so!'. Brenda wished for a healthy and long life for her and her friend, intelligence, and prosperity, also, for fun, games, tricks and enormous breasts and good looks. The alien left for now, content that the human race was not all bad. It was sports day, and Brenda and Emma arrived at the sports ground at the same time, both in flashy cars. Emma walked up to Brenda, F - cups bouncing healthily, and slapped her right across the face. The other girl did that back, and announced 'Right, now that's over with, let's have some fun!', and both headed for the gym. They quickly stripped, and changed into their sports gear, talking excitedly about their adventure, the alien, would it be back and stuff like that. They were getting some very strange looks from their friends, but they did not care. Their rivalry had finished. Or had it? 'Emma dear, I still can't get this damn thing on, I just cant reach round the back there.', said Brenda, struggling with her troublesome sports bra. Emma scrabbled around at the back, quickly doing things which Brenda coundn't see. 'Should be fine now Bren', Emma replied, swuftly hiding her scissors and kicking the remains of the back of Brenda's bra under the bench with her foot. 'It feels kinda funny you know, scratchy', 'That's 'cause last time you wore it you were stupid, remember, it is going to feel different', 'oh yeah!', and both girls giggled. Despite this, Brenda still couldnt get used to the way her breasts were moving. They bounced far too much for a sports bra, and the straps were irritating her back. The girls were running the marathon, and were at the starting line. Go! Emma was obviously going to win from the start, the only other two girls were not really into sports, and for some reason, Brenda's breasts were bouncing all over the place, causing raucous wolf whistles from the crowd. After 500 metres, she heard a loud snap, and after that, her breasts were bouncing even more wildly. After 1000, another loud snap and the remains of her bra finally gave up, and she staggered in last, clutching her chest. Emma had cut away the straps of her bra and replaced them with rubber bands. Both girls were back in the changing room. 'Emma, you are a complete bitch.', said Brenda, throwing her bra at her, which after Emma's handiwork looked strangely like a dead jellyfish. Both girls giggled, and walked back to Brenda's house. 'Let's get some boys round!', said Emma, 'So much for self control, yeah let's go for it!', the girls were going to have some serious fun for the rest of their lives, and nobody was going to stop them! Rate This Story At BEA!See Existing Ratings Your Name or Pseudonym or E-Mail (optional): (You may leave this field blank if you wish. If you enter comments below, this name will be shown on the ratings/reviews page next to your comments). Rate this story from 0-5 stars (5 stars is best) in the following categories: Overall Enjoyment (How much did you like the story overall?) 5 4 3 2 1 0 BE Description (Detail, quantity, quality) 5 4 3 2 1 0 Characters (Descriptions, likability) 5 4 3 2 1 0 Technical Quality (Writing style, grammar, etc.) 5 4 3 2 1 0 General comments on the story:

From [email protected] Wed Apr 11 02:10:02 2001 Message-ID: <[email protected]> Return-Path: <[email protected]> From: "Ted E. Bear" <[email protected]> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} The Wizard of Hooterville {Munch Wolf} FF, nc, mc, growth, breast, oral, humor, hist Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2001 21:10:02 -0400 Path: news11-gui.server.ntli.net!news5-gui.server.ntli.net!ntli.net!newsfeed2.skycache.com!newsfeed.skycache.com!Cidera!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!logbridge.uoregon.edu!newsfeed.stanford.edu!assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved: <[email protected]> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year2001/29792> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <[email protected]> X-Story-Submission: <[email protected]> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates, t4425 Lines: 873 Xref: news5-gui.server.ntli.net alt.sex.stories.moderated:24885 alt.sex.stories:442648 X-Received-Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 02:10:53 BST (news11-gui.server.ntli.net) Disclaimer, This story may or may not contain things which you may or may not feel are objectionable (sex, violence, and fattening foods). The writer (here for known as Me) of this story accepts no responsibility for any undue effects which befall the reader (here for known as You) for reading this story. Side effects may include tiredness, horniness, difficulty walking, hot flashes, spontaneous breast enlargement, and gangrene. If you're pregnant or nursing it is recommended to check with a physician before reading this story. If you're not, you will be by the end of the story. Anyone with a heart condition should know better. Despite rumors this story will NOT help you attract large hordes of buxom nymphs. Really, it doesn't. Ok, there have been one or two cases, but it probably won't happen to you unless you read this story several times and say a prayer to Eris. Maybe the above is true, maybe it's not. One guarantee though is if you are not over 18 years old, DO NOT read this story or your naughty bits will fall off. The Wizard of Hooterville By Munch Wolf A light rain drizzled across Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix's face as she slowly rode her horse towards the town. After days of sleepless journeying she had finally tracked down her prey. Just a week ago, the King of the land had dispatched her to investigate strange reports in the area. After visiting three other towns, her sources finally directed her here, to the town of Hooterville, as the cause of the disturbances. Lady d'LaCroix stopped her horse on the bridge as three maidens approached from the town. Each lady stood just less than six feet tall, and flaxen curls cascaded from their head down to their shoulders. Their eyes beheld a vacant gaze as if entranced, and their huge breasts swayed as they walked. Their appearance assured her that she was at the right place. "Pardon me, milady," she called out, "but I am looking for the Tavern of the Hefty Owls." "Oh my," giggled one of the lasses, "look at how small she is." Rebecca instinctively threw her cloak over her front to hide it from their snickers. "Excuse me, but I need to find the Tavern. I'm on urgent business from the King." "The King? Is he around here?" One of the buxom beauties gasped, and proceeded to preen her hair. "No, the King isn't around here." Lady Rebecca grunted, to which the blonde pouted. "I said I'm looking for the Tavern." "We have a tavern." the third girl chirped up, "I think it's called the Hearty Towel." Lady d'LaCroix sighed, "Hefty Owl?" The third lass paused for a moment scratching her finger on her forehead, and then replied, "Yup, that's the name." Rebecca waited for a few moments, hoping the ladies would supply more information, but they just stood a watched her. The second had gone back to preening her hair. "And where is it?" Lady Rebecca asked. "Where's what?" The girls replied in unison. Rebecca rubbed her hand across the back of her neck, paused for a moment, and mentally counted to five so as not to scream. "Where is the Tavern of the Hefty Owls?" She stated a bit louder than she hoped. "Oh." the first girl exclaimed, as if grasping Lady Rebecca's request. She then pointed over towards Hooterville, "It's in the town." Rebecca bit her upper lip. She shouldn't have expected much of a reasonable response from these ladies. After all they were obviously afflicted with the mysterious aliment she had been sent to investigate. At least she knew she was in the right place. Rebecca nodded as if that was an acceptable answer, and prodded her horse to continue onward. The three ladies cheerfully waved goodbye, and then started walking back towards the town, having forgotten where they were going. The town itself wasn't as large as she feared and she quickly found the Tavern. She had pondered asking another of its inhabitants, but thought better of it. Each lady she saw appeared a replica of the trio she had met earlier, just under six foot, with curly blonde eyes, a vacant stare, and breasts of an unusually large proportion. Each man she saw grinned at her lustfully. In a world of tall, flaxen bimbos, you don't see a short, war weary, brunette every day. Maybe they were anticipating what was in store for her. Rebecca clenched the amulet dangling around her neck tightly. If this thing worked the way it should, then they'd be sorely disappointed. Lady Rebecca tied her horse to a post and wandered into the Tavern. It was not much different than any other tavern she had visited, and she quickly glanced around the room. A portly bartender stood behind the counter cleaning a glass, and several customers, whose faces looked like they belonged on wanted posters, were eyeing Rebecca uncomfortably. The only thing out of place was the two extremely busty bar wenches who were trying to serve drinks, but kept forgetting who had ordered what. Rebecca glared once more around the tavern and realized it wasn't the bar wenches who were out of place, she was. No wonder everyone was staring at her. Rebecca grabbed a bag of coins from her belt and slammed it down on the bar. "I'm looking for a man named Makim Bimbous, and there's a hundred pieces for anyone with information." A hushed whisper fell over the crowd, and for the first time everyone avoided looking at Rebecca, that is except for a dark skinned man at the end of the bar. He stood up and approached her. He was tall and built like a warrior. "Save your money, unless you want to pay for my services. I am Makim." he spoke. Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix glanced him over. He was supposed to be a puny sorcerer, not some buff fighter. She then considered it some, he was also supposed to be good at body manipulations, so having a physically fit form should not have caught her off guard. She carefully reached inside her vest, watching his reaction, and pulled out a letter. Makim took the letter and glanced at it. "The King wants your head, Wizard." Rebecca growled and she quietly drew her sword. Makim finished reading the note and then crumpled it up. Only then did he notice her blade pointed at him. "Now why would he want my head, when he has such a perfectly good one himself?" Rebecca glared at him. "You have been roaming his realm changing his female subjects into top heavy bimbos, and you dare to think there wouldn't be repercussions. He has sent me to stop your reign of terror." Half of the bar patrons chortled at this declaration. Makim scoffed, "Let's see. You're presently in the town of Hooterville, nestled in a range called Pandora's Peaks, in a country called Titsylvainia. The sworn despot who you serve is King Boobluver, and you think he has a problem with me making women bustier?" Rebecca shuffled nervously at this. He's right, it didn't make much sense to her, but she had a job to do, and she was going to do it. Rebecca raised her sword until it rested under his chin. "By his order I am here to stop you. Any last words sorcerer?" Makim grinned, "Oh maybe. How about Ednol byz tidaem o' ceb." A flash of blue light shot forth from Makim's fingertips and struck Rebecca square in the chest. Several customers in the bar cheered, chanting, "Grow, grow, grow." but nothing happened. Rebecca grinned back, and Makim's dark skin turned pale. "Nice try, but the Grand Vizier gave me some protection against your charms. Now if you don't mind too terribly it's time for me to collect my bounty." Lady d'LaCroix pulled her sword back, raising it to strike. Makim backed up slowly. "Now wait, I can explain everything." he stuttered, stalling to make his escape, and then he spotted it. Dangling over her pert breasts was the amulet, and it was glowing a slight blue color. "Emote moc." he whispered. "What the?" Rebecca gasped as she reached up toward her neck, but it was too late. The amulet that had been protecting her flew from her chest into his hands. A fog quickly settled across her brain, and she stumbled, dropping her sword. She was supposed to be immune from his magic, yet now it was affecting her. She grabbed her head, hoping to clear it, and that's when she noticed a blonde curl dangling in front of her eyes. "No." she giggled, and then covered her mouth in shock. She was changing like all the other ladies in the town had. Rebecca stumbled back further, falling onto the ground. She felt a noticeable quiver from her boobs as she hit the floor. She reached both hands to her chest and pulled her shirt open, exposing her now growing breasts. "Yes." she cried out, "I have boobies." "Grow, grow, grow." chanted several of the men in the room. Makim rose up a finger to hush them, but only a few took his hint. He glanced down at Lady Rebecca who was now massaging her inflating tits, and then to the amulet, which had stopped glowing. Something didn't feel right. "Can I have her when you're done with her?" Shouted Boris, one of the less savory clients of the establishment. Makim Bimbous leered at him. "If you desire is for me to change you into a similar object of lust, feel free to ask again." This quieted the crowd completely. Lady Rebecca was oblivious to all this. All she noticed was that her legs had gotten longer and her breast was still growing. They weren't quite the melon size that the cute girls she met earlier had, but as she massaged her fingers through them, she knew they would be. Thinking of that, she slid one hand under her belt, into her pants. Makim placed the amulet on the counter top. "So what do you think of this?" He asked the barkeep. The portly fellow finally placed down the glass he had been cleaning all this time and looked Makim in the eye. "Completely uncharacteristic of you. I thought you only changed women who wanted to be changed?" Makim grumbled, "You know that's not what I meant. The King hires me to travel around changing his willing subjects into objects of desire. He then sends this female bounty hunter out to kill me, giving her a protection amulet that holds a spell until the amulet is removed." "You've answered your own question son." the bartender muttered, picking up a new glass to clean, "he was counting on you casting the bimbo spell as your last act before she killed you. He gets a kingdom of buxom lasses, you out of the way, and the only witness who could put everything together becomes his busty slave before his eyes. The real question is what are you going to do?" Makim glanced down at the masturbating female. She had finished growing, and now was considerably larger than any girl he had changed so far. The barkeep was right. If he had not grabbed the amulet away, he would have given the King the perfect going away present. Makim grabbed the sword and placed it on the counter next to the amulet. "Cigamy me vomer." he intoned. With a flash of light Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix returned to her original form. "My god." she shouted, as she quickly covered up her now pert breasts, "You're going to pay dearly for this Wizard." Makim raised his fingers, "Ne tsil d'natis." Furious as she was, Rebecca unexpectedly stood up, sat in a barstool and waited for the wizard to speak. "If I had wanted to leave you that way, I easily could have, but I think we both have a problem, and I wanted to make a deal." Rebecca spied the amulet next to her sword on the counter top. With a deft move she grasped it and slid it around her neck. No long held by the wizards spell to 'sit and listen' to him, she grabbed her sword as well and approached him menacingly. "There's nothing you can say that will make me deal with you." "Tih sho." he exclaimed as she swung her sword. It was still raining by the time she reached the castle. The front gate was closed, and no guards were in sight. She dismounted from her horse. "I'm here to see the King." she shouted. No one answered. Rebecca paced around a bit, pulling her hood tighter over her face as the downpour intensified. Rebecca shouted again, "Hello, anyone here? I have urgent business with the King." Rebecca listened carefully and could barely hear a response, "Coming." She waited patiently and then could hear it again, "I'm coming." Something seemed odd about the tone of the voice, and Rebecca shook her head. It couldn't be ... and then the voice continued, "Oh my god, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm, ahhhhhh!" Rebecca picked up a rock and chucked it at the wooden window the voice was coming from. Slowly the window opened, and an exhausted guard peered out at her. "If you don't mind." Rebecca scolded, "I need to see the King right now." "Go away, we're closed." the guard growled. "Who is it?" a giggly female inquired as she appeared behind the guard. A noticeable white goo was dripping from her hair. The guard shushed her and pushed her back away from the window. "I am the Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix. I have the head of the wizard Makim." Rebecca growled holding up a small bag, "and I'm sure the King will have yours if you don't let me in." "Alright already, just give me a second to put some clothes on." Rebecca waited some more, and nervously opened the bag, making sure the head was still in there. Maybe the wizard was right, and the King was the real villain here. Why hadn't she thought of that before? She knew his palace was full of busty, horny maids, but she had only considered they were victims of Makim. Painting of voluptuous nymphs adorned the castle walls, but she assumed they were family portraits. Even the fountain in the central court which had a female statue with the water jutting forth from her nipples Rebecca had completely disregarded as anything but art. There was only one way she could find out the truth, and she hoped it would work. The guard finally showed up and raised the gate to the courtyard. A young blonde was with him, the same one from the window. She was a thin, busty lady, not too unlike the women from Hootersville. She grinned as she took Rebecca's horse, and oddly examined under its tail. For a second Rebecca was almost afraid what she might do with it, but chose to worry instead about the task at hand. The guard led her to the main hall. "The Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix to see King Boobluver." announced the guard. Perched upon his throne was a corpulent man, kneading his thick grubby fingers. Grinning deviously he asked, "Have you slain the wizard?" Rebecca threw back her cloak revealing the bag for the King. Opening it, she pulled out of the bloodied head of Makim Bimbous. "Excellent." the King gleefully squealed, "This calls for a celebration." "Wait your Majesty." a tall, lithe figure near him hissed. It was Phillip Titsmoore the Grand Vizier. "Does she have the book?" "Oh yes." the King parroted, "Do you have the book?" Rebecca reached back under her cloak and removed another pouch. She opened it revealing a small handbook. The King squealed again, and the Vizier's stony expression softened. "One question, your Majesty." Rebecca asked, "Why do you need his spell book?" The King was shocked, "Um, good question. Phillip, why do we need the spell book?" The Vizier sighed as if he had explained this before, "We need to know how he cast his spells so that we can reverse them." "Why would we do that?" The King asked, and then quickly corrected himself, "Oh yes, we need to reverse those horrible spells that caused such a dreadful thing to happen to this kingdom. Icky breasts, I hate them." Rebecca doubted his sincerity, but pretended otherwise. "What of the amulet?" she asked as she reached toward her neck. "No, don't touch that!" the King and Vizier shouted. Rebecca stared at them dumbfounded. "Um." the Vizier stuttered, "consider it a gift, you can keep it." "What?" the King shouted at him. The Vizier quickly whispered something in the King's ear and a smile broadened across his face. "Oh, yes. It's a gift. I forgot. Sometimes I feel almost as ditsy as my maids. Anyway, enough talk. We will hold a feast in honor of your victory tomorrow eve. In the meantime, you will be my guest for tonight. My servants will escort you to a room." A small girl, shorter than the other maids and less endowed, brought Rebecca to a spacious room on the second floor. Despite it's unusually large size for a guest room, the door to enter the room was extremely narrow, and Rebecca doubted any of the other maids could enter this room because of their bust size. In the room was a large, queen sized canopy bed adorned with pink sheets. Along the walls were several pictures of the busty nymphs she had seen elsewhere in the castle, only these lasses were posed in lewd positions and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Finally there was an elegant, large bathtub against one of the walls. A luxury most guests would not receive. "Milady." the small girl whispered, interrupting her inspection of the room, "you must be tired after such a long day. Would you like me to draw a bath for you to relax in?" Rebecca shook her head, "No need. I think I'll just crawl into bed and go to sleep." "But milady, the King insists." the girl paused nervously, "I mean I insist that you must take a bath. You've been out in the cold rain all day. You must be chilled to the boned. Let's get you out of your wet things and into a warm tub. I've already sent servants to fetch the water." Rebecca grinned, "Alright, you convinced me. I'll get in the tub, but only if you fetch me some brandy first. I'll need something to warm my insides as well." The girl hurried off the fetch the drink, giving Rebecca some time to inspect the room. There was something odd about the painting that bugged her. On Closer examination she noticed what it was. There were many small eyeholes hidden on most of the paintings so that several people could watch her. Although she wasn't an exhibitionist by nature, something about the setup of the room aroused her. The girl quickly returned with a glass, and Rebecca took it from her, draining it in one gulp. Following the girl had been several other maids carrying buckets. As Rebecca predicted, their breasts were too large to fit through the door, and thus they had to pass the hot water to the small girl to fill the tub. In no time the tub had been filled, and oil smelling of lilacs was poured in. "Milady." the girl spoke, "the tub is ready, but you have yet to remove your clothes. It would be my honor to assist you." "First, I'll need some more brandy. Bring the bottle. I feel like celebrating early." "As you wish, Milady." the girl curtsied, and hurried off to fetch more refreshments. "Damn wizard." Rebecca muttered to herself, "Why'd he have to be right?" Rebecca sat down at the end of the bed and started to remove her clothes. As she was removing her boots she heard slight murmuring coming from the walls. A quick glance toward one of the painting confirmed her suspicions. Where once empty sockets lay, two eyes stared down at her. She stood up, and whipped off her cloak giving her a chance to glance at more painting. Each and every painting was the same way. She pretended that she didn't notice, and continued removing her clothes. By the time the small girl was back, all Rebecca had left on was the amulet, and her shirt, which hung low enough to still maintain some modesty. "I brought your drink, Milady." the girl said holding a bottle of brandy, "It's the King's finest." Rebecca grabbed the bottle from her and took a swig. "So what's your name?" Rebecca asked. "Milady d'LaCroix, my name is unimportant, and the tub is beginning to cool down. We need to get you out of your clothes and into the water as soon as possible." "Consider me a traditional girl." Rebecca flirted, "but I prefer to know the name of anyone who is trying to undress me, so that I'll have something to scream later." "You may call me Anne Flate Titsmoore, Milady. I am the Grand Vizier's daughter." the girl blushed, pressing her boobs together with her arms. "Figures, everyone in this country has a wacky name." Rebecca muttered. "What Milady?" "Um, nothing." Rebecca said standing up and heading toward the tub, "One more thing though." "Anything at all Milady." Anne said sliding close to Rebecca. Rebecca's gaze drifted down toward Anne's heaving bosom and wondered what the people behind the paintings were thinking. "Actually two more things, no wait, make that three. First, stop calling me Milady." "Would you prefer Mistress?" Anne sighed. Rebecca ignored the question and continued, "Second, if you are to help me wash up, you will need a few less articles of clothing as well. I tend to splash a lot." "Of course, Mistress." Anne said as she began to untie her bodice. "Third, no offense, but you seem keener than the other girls of this kingdom." "It's true, Mistress. When the affliction started, my father protected me from that evil wizard." "But your breasts are huge." Rebecca sputtered, "Maybe not as big as the other girls. I only thought there might be a connection." "Were that true." Anne teased poking Rebecca's small breast, "You'd be the keenest of us all. These are all natural." Anne hefted one of her tits out of her bodice and held it toward Rebecca. "Quite lovely too. I wish I had breasts like those." Rebecca sighed as she reached out and brushed it with her hand. "Careful what you wish for." Anne grinned as she finished removing her clothes. "Now that I've answered your questions three, it is time for you to answer me." "Go ahead, Mistress." Rebecca mimicked. "Oh, I like the sound of that." the small girl purred, "First, would you please remove your shirt?" "As my Mistress desires." Rebecca cooed as she pulled her shirt up over her head revealing her small, muscular frame. From behind one of the painting she could hear someone whistle. "Second, would you please remove your amulet?" Rebecca reached up to grab it, but paused. Anne's tongue was slowly licking her lips, but she frowned when Rebecca stopped. "It's such a pretty amulet." Rebecca stated, "Why do I need to remove it?" "Did I question you when you were asking me questions?" Anne snarled. "No Mistress, I'm sorry." Rebecca pouted. She reached again for the amulet and slowly pulled it over her head. There was a bright flash of light and Rebecca gasped as the small mounds on her chest quickly began to inflate. She gasped, "What's going on?" "Just a wish being granted." Anne chuckled. "It seems Makim left you a present." "I don't understand." Rebecca cried out as her breasts continued to grow larger. She grasped them tightly with her hands and could feel the tit flesh ooze through her fingers as her boobs expanded even more. "I thought the amulet was protecting me?" "Only as long as you wore it, my poor gullible fool." Anne cackled, "I had thought you might be clever enough to see through the King's feeble ruse, but I guess now you'll have the breasts to match your intellect." "Huh?" Rebecca moaned. Her breasts were now easily larger than any of the maids of the household and showed no sign of slowing their growth. Blonde curly locks cascaded down her back and reached as far as her shirt had previously. Her hard warrior eyes settled into the all too common vacant gaze shared by many of the kingdom's buxom victims. Rebecca's expression was tied in emotion between pleasure and confusion. She pleaded with Anne, "What will I do?" "That brings us to the third of my questions. Since you obviously can no longer fit through the doorway, and your very existence is dependent on me for survival, it is only a formality that I ask if you will be my love slave." Rebecca was still concentrating on her increasing bosom. She could no longer reach her hands around to grasp her nipples, and she felt she wanted to very badly. Despite her incredible strength in trying to remain on her feet, the massive weight on her front finally won out, and she collapsed forward with a vulgar splat. The cold stone floor of the castle triggered goose bumps racing across the surface of her tits, and she shivered violently, making them quiver. Rebecca had just barely heard the last of what Anne had said, and noticed she seemed to be waiting for a response. "Anything, please help me." "Sigh, have you forgotten your manners already? You are to refer to me as mistress at all times, and must serve my every whim." Anne chided as she massaged her fingers into one of Rebecca's boobs. She could feel the growth slowing already. "Yes Mistress, just make them return to normal please." Rebecca begged. She tried lifting them up again, but only managed to fall forward some more, partially rolling over her breasts. She could her a swift whacking noise coming from the painting behind her, which had a beautiful view of her posterior jutting out into the air. Anne slapped her bare hand hard against Rebecca's meaty flesh leaving a red mark. "Bad slave." she scolded, "you are to serve MY every whim, and to give you smaller breasts is the furthest thing I'd desire. If anything I'd prefer they grow until they fill the room, but it seems Makim's magic has run it's course and you've stopped growing for now." Rebecca shivered again, causing her expanded flesh to jiggle. "I'm sorry for being so naughty." she cooed, "Whatever can I do to make up for it, mistress?" Anne grinned evil and sat down on the bed. Spreading her legs wide she said, "I'm feeling very dirty, my little kitten, and feel I could use a bath. Come over here with that lovely tongue of yours and make me clean." It was a tremendous feat for Rebecca to slide her massive form toward the bed. With each step she took she felt her hard nipples rub briskly against the freezing floor causing pleasurable jolts to rush through her system. With great effort though Rebecca finally managed to reach the edge of the bed, and tipped herself forward until her face laid directly into Anne's awaiting crotch. "That's a good little pet. Now let's see if you have what it takes to be a real love slave." Anne grabbed the back of Rebecca's head and pressed it deep into her womanhood. She heard a brief muffled yelp before the moistness of Rebecca's tongue slid into her awaiting crevice. Rebecca reached around Anne and pulled her tighter, allowing her tongue to delve further into Anne's cavity. "Oh, it seems you do have what it takes. Faster slave, we don't have much time." Anne groaned. Only a muffled indistinguishable response echoed from beneath the golden locks that covered Anne's nether region. Anne could feel Rebecca's tongue move faster and stronger. It was obvious that either she had done this several times before, or something in the magic had improved her skill, because she could feel a climax building quickly in her loins. Anne glanced at one of the pictures and gave a knowing wink toward the eyes staring from the other side before she felt a wave of pleasure over come her like none before. It repeated a second and a third time. Anne grasped tightly against Rebecca's breasts leaving red scratches across the surface. She clasped her thighs tightly around Rebecca's head and squeezed tightly as she felt a cascade of juices squirt out of her into her slave's awaiting mouth. Rebecca greedily devoured the nectar and continued her assault on Anne's love spot. Anne was howling with pleasure, and could feel all the blood rush from her face. She fell over backwards onto the bed and passed out. When Anne regained consciousness she was wearing Rebecca's old shirt. It fit snuggly around her torso. Also she noticed Rebecca had moved again, and had dragged herself to the other side of the room. Standing before her was the King and the Grand Vizier. The King was admiring Rebecca's vast bulk, and rubbed his hands across it in amazement. The Vizier was holding a small book. "Anne, could you be a darling and fetch me more brandy." Rebecca giggled, "I'm really thirsty." "As you wish milady." the small girl cheerfully replied and dashed out of the room. Rebecca turned toward the Vizier. "So you're saying I'm really, really big, and you have a way of making me smaller." "Yes Lady d'LaCroix." the Vizier chuckled, "I've been carefully studying Makim's spell book and I think I found the solution to your problem." "Oh, I'll try anything." she chirped. "It might make you bigger." the King whispered as he gently touched the red, claw marks across Rebecca's chest. The Vizier nudged his elbow at that remark. "I mean." corrected the King, "It could have unexpected side effects." The Vizier glared at him. "That's OK. As long as you tried, it doesn't really matter what the results are. If they get bigger, they get bigger. I can live with that." she cooed. One of the King's hands slid down past her view over her breasts. She had an idea where it went, and figured he wasn't just vigorously readjusting his cod piece. The Vizier coughed, "You've been warned. I'll try the spell but I won't guarantee results." He opened the book to a well worn page and began enchanting, "Ob mi bagnie bot meh tecud erd naehs sayt sub sae esohw llaek am." The King pressed his hands tightly into Rebecca's flesh. "What's wrong." he said to the Vizier, "I don't feel them getting bigger." "I don't know." he replied flipping through the books pages, "this was Makim's busty spell." "Simple you morons." Rebecca snarled, "I changed the spell titles on you. That's what you get for casting a spell without understanding it's effects." "What?" The King gasped, "How dare you talk to me like that! Wait, you're supposed to be a bimbo." "Correction, you're the bimbo." Rebecca taunted, but there was some truth to her words. The spells effects slowly started to manifest. The King's once hefty frame was slowly reducing in size, except for around his chest which was pushing outwards. The Vizier was being similarly effected. Both noticed the effects on the other and screamed in a high pitch toned, higher than any man could scream. "This can't be happening." the King cried out, "I'm the King. I'm supposed to get the bimbos, not be one." "Don't worry your Majesty, I'll find a cure." the Vizier explained reassuringly. Unfortunately as he flipped through the pages all the words seemed like nothing more than simple chickens scrawl as his comprehension of literacy escaped his capacity of thought. "Oh god, help me." he cried. "Idiot." Rebecca chided, "All you had to do was read any spell backwards, and you'd fully understand what it did, but you couldn't even be bothered. Instead you were too obsessed with my chest. Well guess what? That particular spell makes any who witnessed it as buxom as me, and reduces them to the same mentality as the maids." "But how will I rule my country like this?" The King lamented as his gender continued to change. He was rapidly going through the same changes that Rebecca had only earlier, and realizing he would outgrow his clothes, he began tearing them off. The Grand Vizier was not so lucky, and could not find an easy way to remove his shirt, as it had already grown to taut to be pulled over his head. "I guess we'll just have to ask Makim that when he gets here." Rebecca yawned. "But, he's dead, you killed him. Oh wait." the Vizier stuttered trying to put two thoughts together. Now fully female, her shirt was being ripped apart by her expanding bust. At that moment Anne walked back into the room, carrying Makim's head on a platter. "I've brought you your 'brandy' Milady." Anne said as she placed the platter down onto one of Rebecca's tits. "Very good servant, now help your 'mother' out of her clothes before she ruins them." Rebecca commanded the small girl. She quickly curtsied and hurried over to help the Vizier. The King, also fully female now, collapsed onto the floor. "I'm so confused. None of this makes any sense." "Get used to it Queen Boobluver, you're a bimbo now with the attention span of a gnat." Rebecca sneered, and she reached up and tapped the head, "Rise and shine you overpaid paperweight." Both the Queen and the Vizier screamed as they saw Makim's eyes open. They tried to scurry away, but already their breasts had grown large enough to trap them where they were. The bodiless orb chuckled, "Overpaid? We got paid for this chaos? And here I thought we were just doing it for fun." Rebecca picked up the head, and stuffed it into her vast cleavage. "You want fun, I could think of a few uses for you. After all, I'm feeling like I need a bath, my little kitten head." "Bath? Little Kitten? Just what exactly happened here today?" Makim teased sticking his tongue out. "That's what I'd like to know." a voice boomed from the doorway. Everyone glanced towards the imposing figure standing at the room's entrance, except for Makim who wasn't very mobile. Rebecca lifted him out and turned him to face the armor clad knight who was strolling into the room. "Who are you?" Rebecca gasped. "I am Normus Harden, Captain of the Guard." "Doesn't anyone have a normal name in this crazy country." Rebecca muttered. "Enough." he commanded, "I asked you a question. I believe you are Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix, despite your bountiful figure, and that living head relaxing on your bosom is the Wizard Makim Bimbous who you had claimed to kill. These two ladies by the door, who are your equal in girth, share a vague resemblance to the King and his cohort the Vizier, and if I am not mistaken, this docile young lady is the Vizier's dominatrix daughter. I had noticed several of my guards missing from their posts, which normally is not an odd occurrence, but yet the ladies who they like to spend their working hours with are all accounted for. It is my assumption that my guards are here, hiding behind these painting, and probably afflicted similarly to his Majesty. Now explain what has transpired and I may spare you my blade." "Oh, he's good." Makim whispered. "Hush." Rebecca scolded, and stuffed the head back down between her breasts. "First Milord, I had never said I had slain the wizard Makim. I only did as the King requested and brought back his head. The fact he was still alive I had omitted. Second, I would have slain the wizard, except that twice he spared my life. The first time was when I attacked him, and he removed the amulet which protected me. He realized it was designed not to counter his spells, but only to store them until later when I removed the protective device. Had I killed the wizard as the King planned, I would have become his trophy, trapped in this room. The second time he spared me was after he returned the amulet. I became so enraged I attacked him again. Mere moments before my blade contacted his neck, one of his friends came to his rescue and defeated me in combat. He would have killed me, had the wizard not come to my aid. Makim explained what was in store for me if I had completed my quest, and offered to make a deal. He also explained he had not known he was also an unwitting pawn of the King. He had been hired to 'enhance' the beauty of the country side by making any woman who wished into a buxom bimbo. He had not known at the time that there was a royal decree that all ladies must volunteer for such enhancement or suffer pain of death." The knight gazed deeply at her, considering her words. "I accept your story so far. It is true the King is quite the lush when it comes to busty women. I had heard rumors that he had hired the wizard, and wondered why he later wanted him killed by an outsider. It is not my job to question his choices though, so I remained silent. You may continue." "Well, before I arrived at the castle, Makim prepared me with two spells. First, he cast his spells on the amulet so that it would appear as though I would become the ultimate bimbo, yet he only changed me physically. He left my mind intact. My job was to pretend I was enchanted as the King had expected me to be. I did not expect this impressive amount of 'enhancement'." she said, squeezing her breasts together. A quick muffled gurgle came from where the head of Makim was trapped within her bosom. "Second he gave me a small ring, which you'll find on Anne's finger. I knew I needed to bring the head here, and that I could not leave the room. I figured they'd leave a maid for me to get aquatinted with considering the voyeuristic nature of this room. At first I felt guilty about using someone else, but considering how much of a wench she was, the choice to slip the mind control ring on her finger while she was passed out with pleasure became that much easier. I asked her the King's plan, and she verified what I suspected. I ordered her to fetch the head when the King arrived in the room." "So if I remove the ring, she will no longer be bewitched?" The knight asked. "Yes. All magic will leave the ring, and she will be back to her normal, wicked, tasty self." Rebecca paused." I mean normal, wicked self. Darn." The knight chuckled at this, and then pointed at the King and his advisor, "And what of these two?" "The last part of the plan. I was to return Makim's spell book to the Vizier. All the spells for restoring an enchanted person to normal were left as is. All the spells used to create bimbos were reworded to affect all but the target. It was the last test to check the integrity of the King. He had failed, and now has become his desire." "Interesting tale, and I accept you explanation. I have no qualms with you. This man thought." he said reaching between her tits and pulling Makim out by his hair, "will still have to answer to me." "Ouch." the wizard hollered. "Careful, that hurts." "It will hurt a lot more if I remove it all with my blade. Now restore the King back to normal." "After all she told you, you still want him back on the throne? He's just a bimbo vegetable." Makim wheedled, "Imagine, with just a tuck and change, I can make you look just like the old him. You can rule over this land, and have the Queen as your beautiful wife." "Sorry, I don't have the mind or the desire to rule this kingdom. I may not like him, but I serve the throne, and therefor him as well. Restore him to normal or consider this conversation through." the knight threatened as he drew his blade. Makim paused for a moment, and a bright gleam appeared in his eye. "All you need is his mind you say? Well I think we can make a deal." It was sunny outside as Lady Rebecca d'LaCroix and Makim Bimbous rode was from the castle. Makim had restored his body, and was enjoying having full movement of his limbs again. Rebecca was altered as well. At her request, Makim had reduced her breasts to a more manageable size. They were large enough to be nearly as wide across as the horse and rest comfortable upon his back, yet still of a size range she could carry with her superior strength. "I'm still not sure I fully understand what you did?" Rebecca piped up as they continued down the bumpy trail. "It's simple. I just restored his mind, but left him in the female body. After all the country needs a Monarch who can think and make decisions." he grinned. "But you gave him the option of becoming a man again. Why wouldn't he take it?" Makim sighed. He had explained this before, and thought she grasped it. Maybe there was something to the breast inverse intelligence ratio theory after all. "OK, simply put. I modified the amulet and gave it to him with the choice, He can wear it and be Queen of a nation of buxom, beautiful women, or he could remove the amulet which would restore him, and everyone else back to their original forms. Considering his lust, it's obvious he would never remove the amulet and lose the fantasy." "Ok, I get that, but why did you reduce her chest down to such a normal size?" "Normal size?" Makim screeched, "You've been in this country too long. She was just barely able to get out of that room you were in." "Fine." Rebecca pouted, "Well, what about all those women who you changed who you thought had volunteered to be bimbos?" Makim smiled. "Took care of that as well. Since good Queen Boobluver is the ruler of this country, I figured she'd make a nice measuring stick for comparing to her people. No one will be magically more buxom or less intelligent than the Queen herself. After all I had to leave some incentive to keep the Queen interested in keeping the amulet." Rebecca grumbled, "Well, you seem to have an answer for everything." Makim chuckled, "I'm not the great wizard Makim Bimbous for nothing." "Oh there's one that's been bothering me. Why does everyone in this country have such bizarre names? What were your parents thinking?" "Oh, you're just imagining things." whispered Makim, "Ti tuoba tegrof." A quick daze clouded Rebecca's mind. "What were we talking about again?" "Something about you teaching me that 'Kitten Bath' trick." Makim fibbed, "I know an inn not to far from here." Rebecca grinned back. "I know a haystack even closer." And the two lived happily ever after. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! 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This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject matter or not an adult of legal age. "Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire" by Musker Inspired by and dedicated to a very special Muse. (part 12) Beth sighed, a little one, for the straps that bound her tightly to the pole would tolerate no other. The end was near. Her humiliating performance as kinky serving wench was over with. All that remained of this waking nightmare was the bonding ceremony, and soon that too will be over. Then, fate will smile upon her. Paul will be out of her life, for good. She will have that executive position on the west coast like she dreamed of. And her old life, her true identity, will once more be hers. Freedom, one never knows how precious something is until they loose it. Her mind drifted back to the party. Right after her embarrassing spectacle with that bitch Christine, Katherin walked up to her and said, "It is time B." Beth was to leave the party, go to the next room and be prepared by Tonya for the final act. She was glad her duties as serving wench was at an end, but she did not relish what was to happen next. Katherin told her it would be necessary and Beth believed her. She also reasoned that in the final analysis, it was a small price to pay for such a grand future that awaited her. So, she agreed to the bonding ceremony, even though it made her stomach turn in disgust just thinking about it. Maybe it was a good idea for her to be bound and gagged to the pole after all, considering what was to be done to her. When she entered the room Tonya greeted her with the usual hug and long sensuous kiss. By now it was totally acceptable for her to freely accept and give a french kiss to another woman without distaste. After the intimate contact Tonya told her to completely undress. She felt relieved to finally shed her bizarre and distressing uniform. The embarrassment she will soon feel from being seen completely naked before all the guests was small compensation in order to alleviate the constant ache from her tight corset and leg cramping shoes. And if she was to appear nude before the guests, then so be it. Besides, her former serving wench uniform left nothing to the imagination anyway. So Beth removed her latex costume including the doily maid's cap from her bald head and neatly placed them off to the side. Oh her body felt so good not being compressed at the waist like some insect or having to walk virtually on her toes to move about. But her happiness was short lived for she knew what soon awaited her. Tonya told her to stand with her back up against the wooden pole. She then gently pulled Beth's arms behind the post and fasten them together at wrists and elbows with a couple of leather straps, making the latter almost touch. This position made Beth a bit anxious. For it not only pulled her shoulders uncomfortably back and forced her spine hard into the post, but it also caused her to thrust her beautiful full breasts out in front of her like twin torpedoes. Once more she was forced to flaunt her female sexuality like a common street slut. Next, Tonya told her to spread her legs wide. Two leather cuffs mounted on a horizontal cross member were fasten to just above Beth's ankles keeping her legs stretched far apart. Then Tonya used a series of straps to circle Beth's torso and the post. Each one was pulled extra tight through their corresponding roller buckles and fastened securely behind the pole. The effect was to hold Beth's body firmly to the post without allowing her the slightest twitch. Her smooth, supple, feminine flesh seemed to bulge seductively over the edges of the black leather straps. One particular area of erotic attraction was her prominent breasts being made more conspicuous with the black leather that ran above and below them so dramatically. A final wide strap was threaded in an ominous way around Beth's lower torso. The buckle end was placed behind the post in a kind of fixed point of reference, about buttocks level. The other end snaked around the outside of her right hip and over her thigh. It coiled around her leg, between it and the post, and then back behind the post. It continued it's slithering path around the post and out the other side between the post and her other inner thigh. Then it circled around her left upper leg and back behind the post again. There it was finally threaded through the roller buckle from which it started and fasten there in. Tonya played with this one strap for quite awhile making sure it was at the proper level and evenly tightened through out it's entire figure eight like travel. The whole idea of this one strap was two fold. First, it caused Beth's butt, hips and upper legs to be solidly bound to the pole, allowing absolutely no movement of her bulging voluptuous flesh. The second part was to help keep her tender inner thighs pulled back and away from her shaven pussy. Tonya wanted Beth's tits and pussy to be seen in startling clarity by all the party guests. When the spider woman finished cocooning Beth to the pole she couldn't help but play with her captured prey like a demon cat with it's defenseless mouse. Beth was totally helpless to do anything. Oh her mouth was free to voice an opposing opinion or two, but she was afraid to. She did not wish to anger Tonya in anyway. Not the woman who was to perform the bonding ritual itself on her. A ritual that Tonya could make even more painful then it obviously will be. So Beth let Tonya have her way with her, like it or not. Beth continued to keep her eyes looking down. In part, because it didn't feel right to look into Tonya's face anymore. But mostly because she dared not look into Tonya's eyes. For she knew her current damsel in distress situation made Tonya incredibly aroused. And she had once before tasted Tonya's seductive powers under similar conditions and almost made the worst mistake in her life. Fate saved her that time and she would not temp fate again. Tonya was like a kid in a candy store. You could see it in her eyes. The heighten excited state, the eagerness to try every delicious treat that was laid prostrated before her. And the faint look of indecision as to which luscious delicacy to try first. She loved to play with the fullness of Beth's projecting breasts. Her light skinned palms rubbing all over Beth's well endowed plumpness. Then grasping and squeezing them tightly as her dark delicate fingers buried themselves into Beth's soft, creamy, flesh. Tonya's own famished erotic desires caused Beth to open her mouth and softly coo with delight too. Tonya was an artist in manipulating a woman's breasts. She used her finger tips to lightly touch and soothingly circle the darken areolas of her bound quarry. And Beth felt a sensuous tickle that seemed so spine tingling pleasing to her trembling soul. With such loving attention Tonya never seen a nipple that did not respond in kind. And so did Beth's. Hers blossomed into blood engorged sensitive hard knobs beckoning to be toiled with by Tonya's expert hand. But this time Tonya used her full luscious lips and whip like tongue on them which only increased Beth's physical enjoyment a hundred fold. While her moral inner self was crying and pleading for Tonya to stop. A single tear ran down Beth's cheek when Tonya turned her well learned powers of eroticism to her pussy. The tear was formed from a combination of demeaning shame and a ravenous need to cum. Beth felt so helpless, so horny and so confused in response to what Tonya was doing to her. And Tonya knew exactly how to spark the delicious animal cravings between the legs of another woman, especially when that woman didn't want to. And in Beth's case, her desire not too was only a token gesture at this point. Beth closed her eyes tightly as a long soft moan of lingering pleasure followed Tonya's intimate massage. The way Tonya's fingers expertly cuddled Beth's pussy was making her purr like a petted house cat on the lap of her affectionate Mistress. When Tonya slipped her finger into Beth's wet pussy Beth let out a surprised gasp of joy. She could not help herself. Her body wanted it, needed it, craved for it. Each time Tonya's finger thrust deeper into Beth's dripping pussy she let out a pleading groan for more. And when Tonya began rubbing her thumb in small circles around Beth's hooded nub her mouth gaped open in silence as the simple act of breathing was temporary put on hold. Faster and faster Tonya's fingers worked their magic as Beth began her orgasmic ride to ecstasy. Tonya did not let up this time. She pushed it, pushed Beth, more and more. Her other hand grasping and squeezing Beth's breast like a wild woman. Her mouth, lips, and tongue devouring Beth's other breast like a dog with a fresh soup bone. Beth tried to catch her breath, but the straps would not let her. Her body strained for release, but her bonds held her fast. She tried to tell Tonya to stop, but her body's cravings overrode her mind's censorship. Beth was lost. She was helpless to the will of Tonya and the insatiable cravings of the flesh. All she could do was to ride the wave to glory. And in a single moment of eternal bliss, Beth had her orgasm. When Tonya felt Beth's climax, she slowly stopped her erotic assault and then stepped back. Such effort took allot out of Tonya especially since she enjoyed it so much herself. She took a few seconds to catch her breath and just stare. She looked upon Beth like a vampire after having her first blood feeding frenzy. And at that moment she envied Katherin's good luck. She stepped back up to her captive and began coating her prey's panting lips with the wetness from Beth's own recently orgasmic pussy. Beth was trying to recover. She never had such an intense orgasm like that before, and was a bit slow in regaining her energy and awareness back. She felt something moist on her lips and began using her tongue to lap it up. She could sense a vague aroma and taste that seemed very pleasing to her. She felt something gently being pushed into her mouth and this too had that same appealing flavor. She accepted it and eagerly sucked and licked every bit of it that was presented to her. It wasn't until she cleaned all of Tonya's fingers from her own cum juice that she realized what she had just done. But somehow, it didn't bother her like she though it should. Tonya took Beth's face in her hands and looked smilingly upon her. Beth kept her eyes closed as she relaxed into Tonya's gentle caress. Tonya's fetish for bald headed women excited her so much that she couldn't keep her hands off of her. Beth was feeling to good and just didn't care what Tonya did to her anymore. She was still riding the high she experienced from her most wonderful orgasm ever. Tonya gave Beth one last intimate kiss. She too liked the taste of Beth's sweet nectar that lingered in her succulent prey's mouth. She slowly broke the kiss and after a few quick little pecks she gently caressed the side of her face and walked away. Beth was all primed and ready now for the bonding ceremony to begin. Beth awakened from her memories as she heard the party guests begin to enter the room. She kept her standard submissive pose of head up and eyes down. Again, she found it better not to look into the eyes of those she once knew during this next bizarre and humiliating event. As the people entered and seen Beth they were again surprised by her restrained, prostrated, nude form. All except Christine and those two lady cops. They positively gleamed with excitement. Beth even though she heard some giggling and out right laughter coming from the direction of those two off duty policewomen. She could hear Katherin and Tonya talking with the guest, more like pacify them as to the "why" of it all. They even directed them to the table where the display was, to help relieve their fears. Beth never knew of the display until she was totally fastened to the pole. But from what she could see of it, it looked as if it was some sort of a shrine. A collection of pictures and papers associated with her willingness in becoming the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherin. There were pictures of Beth getting the makeover that turned her from a beautiful brunette into a sexy blonde. Pictures of her as the smiling sexy office bimbo secretary, including when she was told to dance and pose seductively in Katherin's office during lunch. There were more pictures of her and Katherin at home, sensuous, erotic ones. Ones with the two smiling and kissing one another. And of them touching one another, and playing sexually with one another. There were pictures of Beth in all sorts of fetish clothes and bondage. These pictures always showed her in a kind of willing submissive pose to Katherin's benign dominating persona. Like the one with Katherin sitting in a chair reading a magazine and Beth kneeling along side of her, dressed in pink rubber, and bound and gagged with leather. It showed her with the side of her head resting on Katherin's leg and Katherin's hand petting her head like a loving pet. There were more pictures too. Those of Beth getting her head shaved. Of Beth posing seductively in her new Mohawk, playing with her pussy and breasts. And then the coup d'etat, a completely bald headed Beth in a warm heartfelt hug and kiss with Katherin. She looked so tremendously thankful in that one. Even with the lost of her feminine pride and joy. Along with those pictures Beth could see some papers blatantly exhibited for anyone who cared to read them. She surmised that two of them were the legal documents she was forced to sign attesting to her lesbianism and giving Katherin power of attorney. The third and now fourth document were still a mystery to her. The purpose of the display was obvious. It was there to help even the most skeptical of the guest come to believe that Beth was, and still is, a willing participant in her downward spiral to becoming a mer sex object and owned slave to a Ms Katherin Sloan. A display that was primarily for the obstinate and heretic Paul. An unbeliever who was so thoroughly confused by now that the bonding ritual will no doubt push him over the edge and Beth to her dreamed destiny in California. Katherin walked up beside Beth and whispered in her ear. "This is the final part of the plan B. After this, Paul will be nothing more than a bad memory and you will be able to become the woman of your dreams. Are you ready Beth?" Beth swallowed hard and whispered back to Katherin, "Yes Mistress, B thinks so. B is so very scared, but B is determined to see this through." Beth forced a smile and quickly looked up and into the eyes of her mentor and friend, and said, "Thank you, so very, VERY much for being there for me Katherin." And a little tear formed at the corner of her eye. Katherin smiled back, wiped the single tear away and affectionately stroked her bald head. She kissed Beth on the cheek and in a hushed voice said, "Ok my lesbian bimbo slave girl, let's get on with the show." Katherin nodded to Tonya who then direct the guest to where Beth was bound like a sacrificial lamb. Once the guests were crowded into position she began her presentation. "Guests, we are gathered here this evening to witness the ceremonial bonding of Mistress Katherin Sloan to her slave girl B." Tonya's sermon was patterned after the standard wedding ceremony that united a man and women in holy matrimony. Only in their case it was geared for two lesbians who also lived as Mistress and slave. Beth was impressed by the heartfelt liturgy of Tonya. It reflected a warm, caring and endearing love between two people who just happened to be female and who just happened to be into a Dominant and submissive lifestyle. As Tonya continued to speak Beth though she heard a woman sniffle. How strange she though. But then again, this entire state of affairs was totally off the wall to begin with. Then she heard her cue and got ready. Tonya looked at Beth and asked her "Do you Beth take Mistress Katherin as your eternal soulmate, to love, cherish, submit yourself completely to, to obey without question in all that she may command, and to be the willing slave of hers for as long as you both may live?" Beth took a moment as the words of Tonya sank into her psyche and as her mantra was echoing in the back of her mind. She took a restrained deep breath and said in a clear audible voice "B does Mistress Tonya." Tonya again asked Beth "Do you Beth willingly consent and partake in this ritual bonding ceremony as a symbolic expression of your love and devotion to your owner, Mistress Katherin?" Beth flexed her firmly bound body in reaction to what saying yes to that question really implied. But again she found the strength to say "B does Mistress Tonya." "Will Mistress Katherin finish preparing her slave so the bonding ceremony may continue." Katherin nodded her head in confirmation as Tonya walked off to the side to acquire her needed equipment. Katherin stepped behind Beth and proceeded to wrap a wide leather strap around Beth's forehead and the post. She snug the leather up and buckled it in place. Beth's head was now fixed firmly to the post just like the rest of her inert body. Next, Katherin stood in front of Beth holding a much larger nerf ball then Beth was accustomed to. Katherin held it up to Beth's lips and whispered to her "be strong, be brave, be courageous my sweet." Katherin was letting Beth know that she was pulling for her. That it will all soon be over with. One last act of depravity and life, her life will be completely different from there on. Beth wet her lips. Even though that nerf ball was nothing more than a sponge, it never-the-less was a BIG sponge. She was a bit hesitant in opening her mouth, but when the softness of the sponge touched her lips she did her best to open her mouth as wide as possible to receive every bit of that damnable ball to which she had come to hate with a passion. Thank goodness this will be the last time she will ever have that thing in her mouth again. Katherin was gentle in pushing that sponge gag into her willing slave's mouth. She methodically kept pushing the top of the ball back into the upper part of Beth's mouth, almost trying to slowly roll that ball deeply into the limited space before it. It didn't take long for it to completely fill Beth's orifice to capacity, but only half of it was inside of her. Katherin had to be more determined in getting the rest of it in. She began pushing the sides of the spongy ball into the fleshy cheek area, forcing it behind the tender corners of her distressed pet's stretched lips. She even went back to forcing the center of the ball back hard into her slave's mouth until Beth began to close her eyes tightly from the pressure and pain of having her jaws stretch abnormally wide. At long last Katherin stopped her aggressive packing. But there was still a noticeable bulge sticking out of Beth's now ballooned orifice. Once again Katherin stepped behind Beth, picked up a slightly narrow strap and placed it across the center of the bulging ball. She wrapped it around Beth's head and post, threaded it through the roller buckle, and tighten it firmly in place. The strap forced whatever remained outside of Beth's mouth inside and added another level of torment to Beth's already stressed out condition. Any sound of misery, mercy or out right pain was now dampen out to a barely audible moan or whine. The sponge that stretched Beth's mouth and lips to almost beyond human endurance was also a very effective silencer too. Beth heard Tonya roll up a cart beside her, but before she could focus on the shiny metal instruments that were on it her eyes were covered by a soft black silky cloth. Katherin finished Beth's preparation with a blindfold around her head and post. Beth was now ready. If she had second thoughts it was too late. She could not voice her concerns because her mouth exploding gag prevented it. She could not physically get away because she was strapped tightly to a heavy wooden post. And she could not beseech others to intervene on her behalf with tormented and pleading eyes because they were now covered in darkness. All that was left to her was her hearing and sense of touch. And they only added to her anxiety as foretellers of what was to come. The first thing Beth sensed was how quiet it was. Not a single voice, whisper or nervous twitch could she hear from anyone. Then she heard the sound of metal, the instruments being moved on the cart by Tonya. She jumped and squealed from the surprise coldness of the wet substance that was brush around her left nipple area. But the guests only saw a minor twitch and hardly heard a faint groan from poor Beth. Beth's nose quickly picked up the scent of rubbing alcohol, a disinfectant. And it's coolness seemed to get even colder as it quickly dried from her hard nipple and soft pale skin. She felt something grasp the tip of her nipple and then pull it forward. It was a bit hurtful at first, but then she felt a much stronger, sharper pain that made her scream and contort in excruciating agony. And this too was greatly smother down into merger insignificance by her bond and gag state. The guests on the other hand, made noticeable distressing sounds themselves from simply watching Tonya as she slowly skewered Beth's nipple with a long, shiny, pointed needle. More was done to her nipple, but Beth was too focused on the pain to be even vaguely aware of an opened golden ring being threaded through her recently pierced nipple. However, she was aware when the pain in her nipple began to fade away after some sort of salve was applied and worked into the filled hole. As the pain turned into discomfort Beth again felt the cold alcohol being swabbed around her right nipple. Beth couldn't take it any more. She had reached her limit. And she wanted it to end NOW! She tried to yell through her gag, to plead, to beg Tonya to stop! But again, nothing was heard of any significance. In fact, what was heard sounded a bit pleasing to the ear. As if Beth was showing to everyone how much of a masochist she really was. Again she felt the pinch, the pull and the sharp pain of the needle being forced through her hard sensitive nipple. A few more tugs, more salve, and viola! Both nipples had matching sets of open golden rings handing down from them. And poor Beth was so grateful that the pain was slowly dissipating into something more manageable that she completely fell into a fatigued calmness. At last it was done. The hardest, most painful part of this ritual was done and over with. Beth reflected on how truly necessary it was for her to be bound and gagged like she was. Otherwise, she would never have gone through with it a second time. The pain was just too . . . Beth felt the cold alcohol being swabbed up against her pussy lips. 'What was going on?' Beth thought to herself. Why was Tonya disinfecting her labia lips? Surely she wasn't going to . . . "AHHHH" came the muffled cry of Beth through her gag as Tonya pierced and opened ringed her left labia lip. Beth yelled, screamed and fought with all her might, but any outward sign was totally ignored by the mouth gapping, bug eyed, staring guests. This was not right! Katherin told her only her nipples would be pierced and ringed, not her pussy too. What was going on here? Does Katherin know about this? Is Tonya doing it on her own? Why are they doing this to her? This is not suppose to happen . . . "AHHHHHHH!!!" Again, Beth instinctive painful recoil went unnoticed as her right pussy lip was pierced and open ringed along side it's mate. Beth quickly became aware that her blindfold was being removed when the room light struck her in the eyes. In front of her stepped Katherin, wiping her cheeks from her tears. Beth cast her eyes up at Katherin with a deeply hurt and pathetic gaze as if asking the question "why?". Katherin kissed her on her bloated cheek and whispered "It's over Beth. Your ordeal is now all over with. I will tell you more later, the "why" of it all. Be brave my dearest. It's all down hill for you from now on." She then kissed Beth again on her bald head and stepped to the side waiting for Tonya to continue the ceremonial rite. Beth tried not to cry anymore, to stay in character and more so because she did not want to chock from being gagged so harshly. She just cast her eyes down like a good little pierced slave girl, playing her part to the bitter end. What else could she do? Tonya directed her words to Katherin now. "Do you Katherin Sloan pledge to take Beth Jensen as your eternal soulmate. To love and cherish her as long as you both shall live?" Katherin replied, "I do, and I symbolically express this pledge by the closing of my soulmate's nipple rings." A clear distinct click was heard as each of the opened golden rings were now locked close around Beth's mildly throbbing nipples. "And do you Mistress Katherin promise to dominate, to humble, and to use in whatever capacity you choose to use your slave B in, for as long as you both shall live?" "I do, and I symbolically express that promise by the closing of my slave's labia rings." Another clear distinct click was heard as Mistress Katherin closed the open rings that were now locked onto Beth's tender pierced pussy. "I now pronounce you, Mistress and slave." and then Tonya raised her drink in a toast "To the new couple, much happiness, love and long life!" The rest of the guest slowly raised their glasses too and wish the new D/s couple the very best. Katherin stood in front of Beth and began shaking hands and hugging bodies of those guests who personally congratulated her and her new slave girl. Beth just remained as she was, bound, gagged and now ringed in passive, silent, complacency. No one came up to her and wish her luck. It was as if all of a sudden she became nothing more than a piece of furniture, as Katherin became the designated couples recipient to all the kudos and best wishes. Beth seen from her peripheral vision that before the guest's left they were ushered by Tonya to the shrine and asked to sign a piece of paper, the fourth document, as if it was a guest book or something. It wasn't long before only a few people were left. Patricia, her best friend in the world, had already left after signing the paper. Beth watched her leave in a solemn mood wiping several tears from her face. She pledged herself to contact her dearest friend as soon as possible and tell her why she had to go through such an outrageous thing like this. The two lady cops were all giggles as they signed the paper. Many times in the process they would look at her, point and make some humorous comment that Beth could not hear, thank goodness. They left the room in a jovial mood as they continued their comedy routine right out the door. Beth was glad to see them go, another obstacle was now behind her. All of a sudden she seen a pair of familiar women shoes at her feet. That bitch Christine was back to taunt her one last time. Beth kept her eyes looking down. There was nothing Christine could do or say that would take her out of her role now, it was all down hill for her just like Katherin said. "My goodness slave, you keep on surprising me. The first time, when you were that blonde bimbo street whore. The second, when you were that sexually frustrate exhibitionist of a serving wench. And now, as a . . . mercy me, I don't even know how to describe you now. Perhaps that phrase you used to describe yourself is quite apropos now. Your the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherin. "Pity, I am so sad to see the Beth I knew no longer exists in you. I had so many ideas to humiliate you, to degrade you until you cried and beg for my forgiveness. But now, all I see is a bizarre object of depraved sexual indifference. It is such a . . . hmmmmm, I wonder? It is worth a chance." Christine walked up close to Beth until Beth could smell the alcohol on her breath. Then Christine began to talk in a low hushed voice. "Slave B, did you know that it was all Katherin's idea for you to sign those three documents before the judge? I had nothing to do with it. I was all ready to let you go free after spanking that fat ass of yours. It was all Katherin's idea to force you to sign those papers, not mine. Did you know that, Beth?" Beth immediately looked up and into the eyes of her nemesis. She was lying! Katherin would never do that to her. She would never lie to her. She trusted Katherin, explicitly! Next to Patricia, Katherin is the most dearest and loyalist friend in the whole world to her. That bitch Christine had to be lying. Just at that point Beth caught herself angrily staring up at Christine and instantly shifted her gaze back down. "Ah HA! I seen it in your eyes, BETH! You are still there after all. Maybe not completely. But you are certainly not the soulless fuck toy you make yourself out to be. Maybe there is enough of you left for me to reek my vengeance on after all. Not now of course. But later, yes, much later. In California perhaps. I can visit for the weekend and babysitting you while Katherin is away. Yes, that does sound nice. All that lovely California sunshine, me, YOU, and a sadistic itch I need so desperately to scratch you with. Mmmmm, the thought of it makes my mouth water." Christine brought her head real close to Beth's and kissed her on the nose. "Thank you my dearest friend Beth. You made me a very happy woman. And you will make me even happier once I put a whip to your hateful ass. But that will come in time, once you and Katherin are settled in California. Then I will visit you and we will play. We will have a lot of fun together, I promise you! Good-bye now Beth. And best wishes on your new lifestyle." Christine kissed Beth on her nose again and said "Until we meet again Beth, I'll be thinking of you, constantly." She smiled and walked away, giggling. She went to the guest book and signed her name. She was about to walk out of the room when she stopped, looked at Beth and blew her a kiss. She then walked out of the room, laughing with malicious intent. Beth thought to herself what a lying piece of crap that Christine was. Katherin would never do that to her. And when she does come out to California for her revenge, it will be Christine who will be on the painful end of that whip, not her. Christine will wish to God she never came out to California by the time Beth was done with that bitch. She promised! While Beth was in the throne's of creative contemplation, a pair of men's shoes walked up to and into her field of vision. It was Paul! This was it! Now or never. She will play the docile ringed slave girl for all she's worth. "I . . . I am sorry Beth, I mean, slave B. Here I though the two of you were just pretending, to get rid of me. But now I see, I . . . I see you not as Beth, but as . . . oh God it makes me so sad and sick to look at you like this. What you have done to yourself. What you have turned yourself into. I could never . . . I mean, you're no longer the girl I wanted to marry, to bear my children and spend the rest of my life with. You changed so much! Your no longer the woman I loved. I don't even know who you are any more so how could I ever love a . . . woman, a . . . thing like you. I promise, I won't bother you anymore. I can see it now. You really don't love me. You don't want me in your life any more, ever. So, good luck to you, slave B. I hope the two of your are very happy together." That was it! The plan worked! After all she'd been through and had to put up with. The humiliation, the lesbian sex acts, the bondage, the scalping of her beautiful hair, the degrading pictures, the legal documents identifying her as something she was not. It all paid off! Paul was out of her life, forever. It worked! Beth was so happy she was shouting and jumping for joy. Again, she was thankful for being bound and gagged else her enthusiasm would have given her away. Her prominent future in California was now a reality. Life was good, life is beautiful! Life, her life was all hers once more. Then Katherin walked up along side of Paul. She said in a clear voice of pride "Well Paul, do you believe us now? Can you see that Beth is no longer the girl you though she was? That she belongs to me, and only to me, as my property, as my slave. Can you really believe it now Paul?" "I . . . I would never have believe it if I didn't see it for myself. To watch it happen every step of the way. How you turned a vibrant, intelligent, and autonomous woman like Beth into your very own lesbian bimbo slave girl was quite an experience for me, auntie Katherin." "Don't be so modest, I could never have done it without you nephew." And Katherin hug and kiss Paul on the cheek. The two of them in a state of happy accomplishment. Beth was confused. Did she hear right? Auntie Katherin and nephew Paul? How could this be? How could they be related, be so happy with themselves, with each other? What about the plan? It was suppose to get rid of Paul, her nephew? No, this has to be a joke. But how could Paul be in on the joke too? Unless . . . oh no, Oh my GOD NO! It can't be! Please, let it be a dream! A horrible, terrible nightmare of a dream. PLEASE!! Beth looked up and into the sight of Katherin and Paul hugging, smiling and giggling at her. Beth was beginning to believe it was true, all so deviously true as her eyes began to tear up with devastate horror and sorrow. "Ok nephew, enough of these congratulatory acknowledgments. It is time for you to go and leave me with my brand new slave girl. I need to explain a few things to her and you need to get on with your life. Here is an envelope in compensation for your part in the plan. Now give your Auntie a big kiss on the cheek and go." Beth watched as Paul did just that, thanking her generously for the gift and then walking away. "Oh nephew, don't forget to sign the paper stating you were a witness to the bonding ceremony and Beth's total willingness in becoming my slave girl like everyone else." Beth watched as Katherin's nephew Paul looked back and waved in confirmation. A few minutes later he was gone too, just like the rest. A moment later Tonya walked up beside Katherin. She put her arms around her and gave her a long sensuous kiss. Beth closed her eyes in disbelief. It was all so obvious to her now. That Tonya was in league with Katherin. Was there no end to this conspiracy of betrayal? "So, does she know yet my love?" Tonya causally asked Katherin while smiling and looking like the Cheshire cat at Beth. "She knows, but not everything. Why don't you go to bed and I'll be in as soon as I tell her the whole story." "Ok, but don't be too long. I am looking forward to making love to my best girl friend." With that Tonya gave Katherin one quick kiss and a squeeze and patted her on the ass before leaving. As the spider woman turned and began to walk away Katherin immediately grabbed her arm pulled her assertively back to her, their bodies actually bumping into one another. Katherin took Tonya's face in her hands and kissed her, aggressively and passionately. She jerked Tonya's head back and then told her, "Now go and put on some pretty white lingerie. You know how I like contrast in my sex life, my tasty ebony treat." Katherin smiled at Tonya, twirled her around and pushed her on her way. Tonya move as if she was walking on clouds. But just before she was out of sight she turned and told Beth "Pleasant dreams, sweet thing." And then disappeared into Katherin's bedroom. Beth was surprise to see so much domineering assertiveness in Katherin, especially in how it was directed at Tonya. She had come to see how Tonya and Katherin were very similar in many ways, with Tonya being even a little more authoritative than Katherin since she was so much into dominance and submission. But obviously she was wrong there too. She was rapidly finding out how wrong she was about everything. Katherin was definitely the more dominant, the more powerful and the more controlling of the two, which only added to her growing fear and sorrow. Katherin stepped up to Beth. She began touching her lightly with her fingers. Soon, the touch turned into a long tender caress. Her long delicate fingers and soft palms exploring Beth's tightly bound flesh with an inquisitive eroticism. Beth wanted nothing to do with this lying bitch. She tried to move away, but all that happened was for the straps to creek. It wasn't long before Katherin began to enlighten Beth about her now unique situation. "I dare say you believe I owe you an explanation, don't you, PET! However, you being my slave and I your owner and Mistress now, "I" owe you nothing! But, I will tell you the "why" of it all, not because of some sentimentality or weakness on my part for your current poor frightened and confuse state. I am not that kind of a woman or Mistress, as you will soon find out. I am going to tell you because it will enlighten you to how utterly hopeless it is for you now. It will go far better for you if you accept your destiny as my property, MY SLAVE, then to fight me." Katherin made a point to glare into the eyes of Beth while pulling on one of her still throbbing nipple rings while saying those words--MY SLAVE! Beth closed her eyes tightly as faint moans of pain squealed from her harshly packed mouth. She felt Katherin release her nipple ring and began gently stroking her prominent breasts decorated with shiny gold rings. "It all started that first day you came into my office as my business assistant and apprentice. When I laid my eyes on you I knew right then and there I had to have you. Oh yes, I lied about not being a lesbian. Although, to be politically correct, I am bisexual, but I much prefer woman, beautiful young sexy woman that I can possess. Just like you pet." Katherin's hand began flowing down Beth's torso to her hips, ass and pussy. Beth was far too saturated with fear, despair, and anger, plus, trying to follow what Katherin was saying to her then to be aware what Katherin was doing to her body. "I could have used the direct approach and told you that I found you attractive and wanted to make love to you. But really pet, I'm not stupid. I knew there were too many hurtles before me to go that route. The first being, you are not a lesbian. The second is the age difference, I am almost twice your age. And the third is that I am as aggressive, controlling, and passionate in my sex life as I am in my business life. And I surely doubt, you being the same type of woman I perceived you to be, you would entertain the thought of being my submissive sex toy in the bedroom. So, I had to devise a plan, the PLAN as you came to know it. Well, only part of it that is. The first part of the plan was for you to find it necessary to run away from something, or one, and the second part was for you to run towards something, or one, ME! "That's were my dear sweet nephew Paul comes in. I set up a deal with him to date you and then become one of those psycho, infatuated, won't take NO for an answer kind of guys that scare the hell out women. I must say, he did an excellent job of it too. He will find a little note and a bonus in his envelope thanking him for being such a charismatic actor and in playing his part of the plan so passionately. I was so tickled pink the way you came to me all flustered and in tears because you were at your wits end in trying to get rid of my nephew. And when I kissed you that first time, my GOD, it took all my self control not to take you all the way that very moment. That kiss was the first positive incentive and real confirmation that I wanted you. It motivated me to go full steam ahead with my desire to own you. "At that point, the plan was as I described it to you back then. Make you appear to be my lesbian lover so Paul would leave you alone. When that failed, as I planned it would, you became my lesbian bimbo lover, and so on until you finally became the lesbian bimbo slave girl to my Mistress Katherin persona. You will never know how incredibly sexually aroused I became through out this entire project. Watching you, seducing you, molding you along the way into the present, and permanent, sex slave that you are today. Many times a day, when I was alone, I found myself masturbating after I did something to humiliate you, degrade you, transformed you into my kinky lesbian sex puppet. And each time you tried to rebel and I talked you out of it, it made me even more aroused, and motivated to make you mine forever. Oh pet, you were such a tender delicious morsel back then that many a time I wanted to just gobble you all up right there on the spot. But I wanted you for all time, and not for that one horny craving moment. So I remained true to the plan, knowing that soon you will be mine, forever." Beth could not believe her ears. Katherin was mad, stark raving mad! She though Tonya was the insane one and Katherin her savior, mentor and friend. It is Katherin who is the devil incarnate. Tonya is just her demon disciple. And here she was, alone, frighten and held captive in the lair of a crazy woman. A crazy woman that wanted her as a sex slave, a living breathing dildoe for her own personal use. Katherin was mad all right, but Beth was totally helpless to do anything about it, except pray. "I was so amazed at how easy it was to keep you under my thumb pet. Each time you wanted to call it quits, I talked you out of it. I guess I owe it all to my extraordinary managerial skills. It was all simple carrot/stick methodology. Dangle the carrot of a wonderful executive position in California if you stayed true to your role and the plan. And used the stick of loosing everything you work so hard for and having to deal with Paul for the rest of your life if you didn't. It worked out so well that I wondered if maybe you were acclimating to your role to easily. As if, you possibly liked it. That's when I decided to add a few more OBSTRUCTIONS besides Paul, just to see if there might be a part of you that actually wanted to be dominated. "I presented the idea for you to have your long beautiful brunette hair cut short and died blonde. Your feminine pride and joy, the dearest and most precious part of a woman's unique identity, and you complied, reluctantly. But you still went through with it. Then I pushed the enveloped and had you appear in public half naked and without underwear. You willingly followed my orders with little resistance like a good little slave girl. I even set up all the conditions for you to be arrested by those two lady cops, who by the way I paid to have you arrested and taken to the jail house. That special gag and those ill functioning cuffs were provided by me too. And then having you experience Tonya and her play toy in that jail cell was not a random event either pet. Tonya told me how you reacted in that cell to her rather unusual seductive powers. She is one hell of a woman that Tonya, and tasty too. "Christine's presents was a wild card and a total surprise for me. I was supposed to deal with the lady cops in getting you free. Nothing outlandish, just more threats of a possible police record if they catch you there again. I of course would promise the officers to watch you more closely and see to it that nothing liked that happened again. But, it didn't work out that way. "When I heard you two talking in that interrogation room I though it was all over with. I must say, Christine did have it in for you pet. All I could do was play it by ear and hope my years of thinking on my feet in the business world would pay off. And it did! Several times I wanted to either burst out laughing or take you right there in the room with Christine watching. But again, I stayed the course. Oh, in case you didn't know, it was I who came up with the idea of those three documents and having you sign them in front of a real judge, not Christine. She was all ready to let you go after she waylaid your ass like she did. But I seen another opportunity to tighten my grip around your demise and went for it. And it worked! Maybe you were destined to be mine after all pet." Katherin began stroking Beth's bald head and kissed her lightly on her nose. Beth was in shock. Christine was right after all. It wasn't her, it was Katherin. She closed her eyes and tears ran down her cheeks. She played the loyal friend to Katherin and was bitterly betrayed. How could she have been such a blind fool. She was beginning to recognize how bad off she was. "Oh don't cry pet." Katherin wiped away Beth's tears with a soft frilly handkerchief. "You know you want this." Beth opened her eyes wide and glared at Katherin as if to tell her "I most certainly do NOT, you crazy fucked up bitch!" Katherin read the look Beth gave her. "Oh, so you continue to deny it. Well, what about when I suggested that I cut all your hair off, or in having your nipples and pussy lips pierced? Oh excuse me, I mean JUST your nipples pierced. Again, I lied about that too. But I knew you wouldn't mind." Katherin chuckled to herself with that last comment. She knew Beth might have balked at the suggestion of having both her nipples and pussy lips pierced. So instead of telling her and getting her consent, Katherin took advantage of the situation for her own gain. "Oh yes my pet. There IS a part of you that wants to be dominated, whether you want to admit it or not. But it is kind of strange though. If you never met me, you would have probably become a very successful business woman. You would have married a successful nice man, have a couple of kids, and in all honesty have a very comfortable and rewarding vanilla life. But you did meet me and your life has changed because of it. "Even if the plan WAS as I presented it to you, and Paul left you alone and you were to come to California with me as my right hand business woman, I severely doubt you would be able to live a vanilla life after this. Having gone through all this dominance and submission has released something deep inside of you pet. And once in California you will feel the aching desire to experience it again and again. You probably will end up having a lesbian affair, or two. Or marrying some guy who would dominate you in the privacy of your home, or both. You will end up living a double life. By day, an aggressive, competent and successful business woman. And by night, someone's submissive sex toy. It would not be easy for you, but you will find it a very satisfying lifestyle. That is if you could pull it off." Upon hearing those words Beth felt a twinge of truth run through her soul. But her head overruled her feelings and once more she focused her anger on Katherin and her fear on what her future was to be. "But there is no executive position for you in California pet. Oh you will be coming to the west coast with me. And I will have a new position for you there, but it will not be in business. It will be in the privacy of my very own home. I bought a remote estate not too far from the corporate office. You will remain there and continue to be my lesbian bimbo slave girl pet. You will do all the domestic duties of a maid, plus be my very own sex doll and intimate lover. Oh yes pet, you will give me oral pleasure for my sweet tender pussy too. Up till now that part of your training has been sadly null and void. I didn't want to risk loosing you by pushing you into doing that. But now your situation has changed drastically and I am going to enjoy making a first class pussy lapper out of you. I know, I know. You will fight me all the way. But sooner or later you will come to heal like all well trained house pets. You will accept your fate as my slave, just like Cynthia accepted hers as Tonya's thing. "Now don't worry pet. I will not transform you into such a surreal edifice as Tonya did to Cynthia. But there will be some cosmetic changes you will have no choice but to accept. I'll tell you more about those as time goes on. But I am glad to say, the person you were, the Beth persona, will no longer be a viable entity. "As of this moment, Beth is no more. I am aware you know otherwise, but that is changing too as I speak. The power of attorney you signed over to me allowed me to liquidate all your possessions. Everything you had in storage is now sold or given away. You own nothing, not even clothes or your most precious mementos. They're all gone. "All those people who once knew you as Beth, your dearest friend, your worst enemy, all your work cohorts, vendors and bosses have witness your change in identity to that of my lesbian bimbo slave girl. They have even signed an affidavit as a witness to our little bonding ceremony. As well as seen the pictures and other legal documents you signed announcing your self as a die hard lesbian. And the final coup d'etat was that mysterious third paper you signed without reading it. That third document was for a name change my sweet. Even legally you are no longer Beth. Your new name will fit your new personality, your new look, your new identity to a tee. From this moment on Beth ceases to be. But today a new slave girl is born, and her name is "Candi". "So sweet to the taste as a peppermint candy stick. So pretty, pink and pleasing to the eye like a cotton candy treat. And as dump and stupid as a piece of delicious hard rock candy. That will be you my pet, my slave, my Candi. And I will do everything in my power to see to it that you stay that way, forever and ever." Katherin pick up the black silk cloth and used it as a blindfold around Beth's, now Candi's, terror stricken eyes. "It is late now pet and we have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow is moving day and we must get you ready for the trip to California." Katherin kissed Beth on her nose, said goodnight and walk to her bedroom where a frilly dressed Tonya waited eagerly for a nigh of hot burning love. Beth was beyond shock. In her dark, numbing bound, speechless state she though it might be a dream. A vivid gruesome nightmare that she only needed to wake from like the movies and all will be as it was before she met Paul. But the pain in her nipples and pussy lips were telling her otherwise. Her feelings were running rampant. One minute she was grievously sad with self pity. Another she was full of mind numbing horror with thoughts of what Katherin planned on doing to her. And finally strong waves of anger gushed from her subdued prostrated body at how Katherin betrayed her most precious gift. She trust her. She fought the straps and gag tooth and nail trying, desperately to escape. But all they did was creek. Time and again her anger fueled the energy she needed to fight the straps. But each time they held, she fell into a deeper and deeper state of misery. She was about to try again when all of a sudden she felt something soft and wet on her pussy lips. It startled her at first, but then it began to feel good. Her mind search for understanding while her body bathed in the erotic pleasure of being fondled down there. 'What's going on? Who is doing this?' She thought to herself. When she found out "what" she immediately knew the "who". A tongue was bathing her pussy in warm sensuous pleasure. A tongue that was articulate, experienced and could reach so very deep up inside her to tickle her very cervix. It was THING! Her mind wanted to turn away from this, to push thing away from her. She was not a lesbian. She had no sexual interest in women or to be please by a woman. But her bound form and excited body would not allow her mind to dominate or control her situation. And the more thing's tongue dance around her salivating pussy the more Beth accepted and allowed herself to experience the pleasure of thing's talented tongue on her aching craving love nest. It wasn't long before Beth was riding her first orgasm as Candi, the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherin. The first of many for that night, curtsey of thing and her new owner, Mistress Katherin. ************************************************************************** Part 13, the finally is here too. Katherin's soliloquy

This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult readers only, of legal age and deals with domination and submission of a non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject matter. "The Lab Rat" by Musker Part 1 It was the beginning of the second semester of her junior year for Barbara and she was in trouble. She was in dire need of money. She though the money she made from working all of last summer was going to be enough. But the increase in tuition, books and living expenses from last semester just about wiped her out. Now the following semester was upon her and she barely had enough money for books. What was she going to do? That is why Barbara found herself in the office of a Dr Madeline Brigs. She found, from the university's job search, a position as a project volunteer, fancy name for guinea pig. It was available with one of the on campus psychology department's research units. The research was in the field of advertisement. The job was for the entire semester, a couple hours a week, and paid surprisingly well, enough to get her through the semester and then some. It had all desirable characteristics that Barbara was looking for, especially in the field of advertisement. Her major was business administration and the law so it would seem she would be "looking in behind the scenes" as it were with regards to how things are really done. Valuable career information in her future field of interest. A very pleasant middle aged receptionist greeted Barbara upon entry. She gave Barbara a form to fill out and then escorted her into Dr Brigs private office. The doctor's office was quite spacious and decorated in a sort of regal academic way with large oak bookcases, over stuffed leather chairs and a massive detailed carved mahogany desk equipped with an elegant tiffany lamp and computer. It told Barbara that this woman must be very successful in her field. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from Dr Brigs about the business field since she seem to be very successful at that too. Barbara just finished the application form when she heard a door open on the far side of the room. A well dressed mature woman came into the room. She figured this must be Dr Brigs. Dr Brigs was probably in her early fifties and looked much like any average middle age woman in the academic field. She was wearing a comfortable dark pants suit with flat shoes. Her hair was light brown in color, of medium length and styled in a easy manageable way. She wore little if any makeup and seemed to be quite warm and friendly. Almost motherly in a way. The two women introduced themselves to one another, and after a short while of idle chit-chat, to which Barbara found herself relaxing even more to the good doctor's warm personality, they got down to business. Dr Brigs went over Barbara's file from the university and the form she just filled out. Barbara Derman was 20 years old, long rich brunette hair, brown eyes, average height and weight, in very good health and with a grade point average that put her in the top 10% of her class. Dr Brigs began to write some notes in Barbara's file. 'Very intelligent and disciplined.' 'Physical appearance to be clean, attractive, very athletic, no makeup and definitely plays down her femininity.' After a period of history gathering Dr Brigs wrote a bold two word phrase inside Barbara's folder--PRIME CANDIDATE. It was then that Dr Brigs told Barbara what the project entailed. It was about television commercials and what the viewer's response was to them from a physical level. If Barbara decided to do the project she would sit in a chair and watch commercials while her body was being monitor, like heart rate, blood pressure, temperature, etc. The entire process would take no more than a hour, two days a week, and for the full length of the semester. If part one of the experiment turned out favorably then a part two would run through all of the summer. It was sponsored by various large business organizations that wished to remain anonymous and stipulate the results of said research were to be kept strictly private. So Barbara would have to sign a privacy document stating she would not tell anyone what the experiment was about or the results there of. And since it was such a secrete project Dr Brigs was to control all facets of the project herself, no other people, no technicians or assistants would be taking part. The doctor paused for a few minutes in though and then ask Barbara if she wanted the job. Barbara was excited with the offer. The money, not having to find a descent job for the summer, the secret nature of the project and the warm feelings from Dr Brigs all convinced Barbara to take the position. She signed the papers of secrecy and was told to show up to this office tomorrow at 8 am to get started. She was to wear something causal with short sleeves, like a jogging outfit. If she wanted she could even change her clothes here afterwards. ***************************** Barbara was right on time. Her usual routine was to take an early morning jog, and then be ready for the rest of the day by 7:30. The half hour remaining was more than enough time for her to make it to the doctor's office on time. Self discipline and promptness was already ingrained deeply into Barbara's psyche. Barbara was greeted by Dr Brigs and showed to the other room through a door at the back of the doctor's private office. The room was well lit, somewhat sterile and full of research equipment. Off to the side was what looked like a well padded industrial type beauticians chair facing directly into an hanging television set. The doctor motioned her to sit down in the chair so things could get started. Barbara was a bit apprehensive with the sterilness of it all, but once again she found herself relaxing to the situation with the help of the good doctor's pleasant personality. As she sat in the chair she noted how her body slowly sank into the soft cushions of the chair. She thought to herself in quiet reflection how lucky she was to have a job like this. The first thing the doctor did was to fasten, with velcro, a wide black cloth like strap across her chest, above and below her breasts. This was to monitor her respiration. Associated straps at her waist, thighs and ankles where also fasten in order to keep her body still while the other devices took accurate readings of her body's functions. Next, the back of her head was gently placed into a cup like head rest and another cloth strap was wrapped around her forehead holding her entire head still and facing the TV set. The doctor told her this was necessary as there where two special high tech cameras on top of the television that would be focused on the pupils of her eyes. They would follow her eye movement and thus echo back where her sight of interest was while the commercials played through. Two more wide bands of cloth circle both of her upper arms and held them to the back of the chair's cushioned arm rest. These where blood pressure cuffs that would be monitoring her pressure throughout the experiment. Her wrists too where fasten to the arms of the chair which would measure pulse rate. Barbara wondered why there was two of each, but before she could ask the good doctor told her the redundancy was necessary for accuracy, reliability and statistic analysis. Being an "A" student Barbara knew how important good true readings were especially when used in conjunction with some heavy statistical numbers crunching. She hoped that Dr Brigs would later share with her the details of the experiment. Barbara's was very curious about anything that she could use in her future career. Next, several small circular pieces of metal where taped to her skin all over her body, from head, arms, chest all the way down her thighs and legs. Long thin multicolored wires lead from them to a small box off to the side. These would be measuring body temperature, EKG, EEG, and assorted other body electrical signals. Dr Brigs quickly went over all the restraints and measuring devices one more time and then asked Barbara if she was ok with being strapped and wired up like this. Barbara tried moving her body and found herself held to the chair quite firmly almost totally immobile. She did not care for being restrained like this. Somehow it went against her nature. She was not one of those passive, helpless females who needed protecting and taken cared of. She was too aggressive, independent and many times rebellious. So she told the doctor that she was not comfortable being held down like this, but if it was necessary she would try and control herself. After all, it was only for a hour and she had to much to gain to throw it all away now. The doctor smiled at her and gently stoked Barbara's cheek with her hand. She told her if at anytime she needed to be released to just say so and she will immediately come back and let her go. This was to be a totally relaxing experiment and it will do her or the project no good if Barbara was to stressed out to give good accurate readings. She recommend that Barbara just relax into the softness of the chair and concentrate on the television and nothing else. She patted Barbara's shoulder and told her they were about to begin. The doctor threw some switches in the back of the room that dimmed the lights and turned on the television. Before she left she told Barbara that in the beginning and periodically throughout the experiment there will be a test pattern on the screen. The pattern would be used to act as a kind of calibration or reference point so all the other readings could be compared to it. The doctor then placed head phones on Barbara's head and ears. Then she left. Almost immediately Barbara seen the test pattern on the TV. It was a simple black screen with many randomly placed white dots. A few seconds later the dots slowly increased in size until they completely filled the screen. She heard a few seconds of white noise and then the commercials began. The first was for a mundane brokerage firm. The second was a bear commercial with the associated token bimboes. She figured it was for men because no woman would dare want to buy a beer from a company that seen women as only some tit and ass air head sex toy. Those commercials were so stupid and condensating to women. Barbara was making sure her disgust with those kind of commercials that stereotyped women as sex objects was being monitored and recorded by the good doctor's equipment. Maybe, in her own small way, she could do something about changing the content of future commercials in making them more representative of today's modern intelligent and accomplished woman. To which she proudly counted herself as one. And so it went for the rest of the hour, commercials of all types with the repeating reference points. Frequently, Barbara would tense her body in response to being tied down as she was. It was a conscious effort to keep reminding herself to relax against the bounds that she seen as holding her captive to the chair. But the time went by fast. After the hour, the TV went blank and the head phones silent. A few moments later the doctor came in, raised the lights and set Barbara free. A small pleasant conversation as to how the first test went occurred between them, and then Barbara left. But before leaving, Dr Brigs offered her a kind of gift. Since the doctor did so much work with various corporations, once and a while they gave her free samples of what they marketed. This time it was from a garment company. The doctor offered Barbara a very sexy bra and panty set in bright red with very decorative frilly lace all over it. It was the kind of gift a man would give to his wife or most intimate girlfriend to wear on those nights of passionate love making. Barbara took one look at it and respectively decline the gift. She told the doctor that she wasn't into that kind of extreme girly sexy things. If her great athletic and womanly body in the nude or wearing some comfortable white cotton underwear wasn't good enough to get and hold a guys attention in bed, then she wanted no part of such a guy who got off on sluty dressed women. The doctor acknowledge and commended Barbara on her stanch beliefs. Barbara soon parted, with both parties smiling. When Barbara was gone the doctor looked over the results of Barbara's first test and made some notation in her file. One of them was a short sentence of her declining the sexy underwear. After updating the file, Dr Brigs smiled and whispered the words "Excellent, a very good subject to test my theories and techniques on." ****************************************************************************** "A Lab Rat" by Musker Part 2 The next few sessions went on as usual, neither Barbara or Dr Brigs noticed much differences from one session to the next. To Barbara it was all an easy way to make some good money, and a nice way to gain some first hand information about the project, and the business world from Dr Brigs. They always had a little time before and after the experiment and Barbara used it to pick the good doctors mind. The doctor didn't care, and was forth coming with all sorts of general and specific information. The doctor would even ask Barbara a little about her private life. She found that Barbara's life was all geared towards school and career. Even her boyfriends were few and far between with friendship being her main focus. Barbara was no virgin by any means. She had a few select nights of unbridled lust with certain guys she deemed worthy to share her body with. But Barbara was a woman of priorities, and right now her number one priority was her education and career. Both were first and foremost on her agenda. The detailed data and numbers crunching was used by Dr Brigs to form a base line on Barbara. From that the doctor would formulate a strategy to be used in part two of Barbara's full conversion. Her system still needed a lot of customizing and hopefully, with Barbara as her precious guinea pig, she will have it all automated with minimum input by the end of the summer. But the clever anxious doctor was able to do some minor testing and implementing of her technique on Barbara without her knowing it, at least not outrightly so. The first one was making Barbara feel more relax in being restrained down into the lab chair. After six sessions Barbara no longer complained about being tied down. A change that elated the doctor because she was able to see quantifiable results of that particular behavioral change in her currently working computer model. Her theories were being proven correct and that excited her greatly, especially for what she had planned in part two. The second change was having Barbara wake up each morning later and later for her daily exercising. As a result, about half way through the semester, Barbara was no longer performing any exercises which resulted in a small change in her body. No longer did Barbara have the physique of a hard body. She was looking less like a sharp angled athlete and more like a soft, curvaceous and voluptuous woman. Barbara witness the gradual change in her body and just wrote it off to being too busy with more important area's of her life right now and didn't worry about it. She figured she had all summer to get back into shape anyway, so a little slackness in part of her life was no big deal. The third change the good doctor made in Barbara was for her to have a better appreciation for things that were more feminine, like sexy underwear and cosmetics. After about the twelfth session the doctor asked Barbara again if she wanted that frilly red bra and panty set. This time Barbara accepted it, reluctantly, but never-the-less she took it and actually wore it in the privacy of her bedroom when she went to bed. Barbara though it wouldn't hurt to try it on, as a kind of personal experiment, just to see how it felt and how she looked. After that first night sleeping in those red lacy briefs, Barbara was hooked. Again thanks to the good doctor's intervention. Soon, Barbara was taking and wearing all the sexy lingerie that Dr Brigs offered her. The tres chic baby dolls, the long flowing delicate night gowns, the wonder bras, the peek a boob bras and panties, even the colorful chemise, racy garter belts and down right lustful merry widows were now filling Barbara's dresser drawer's to over flowing. Plus, she was finding herself not only wearing said items to bed but also under her regular school clothes too. One day she wondered what it would be like to wear such pretty frilly panties with her pubic hair removed. So that night she shaved it all off without a second though. Barbara felt so strange looking at her nude genitals in the mirror like she was. But when she put on those sexy lacy panties in sheer black she actually became physically aroused, both with her image in the mirror and how they felt on her now denude sensitive skin. She actually found herself masturbating to her mind's eye image of herself while still wearing those sluty panties in bed. Again, all made possible by cunning Dr Madeline Brigs and her wonderful behavior modification technique. All unbeknownst to Barbara. When the doctor offer her am assortment of cosmetics courtesy of a large pharmaceutical Barbara found herself eagerly accepting said gift, to her own surprise. Barbara did use makeup, but only minimally and only on specific public occasions. She had a natural beautiful complexion and thought woman who used it on a daily basis were really nothing but sluts. But she soon changed her tune when she found herself using it every day too. Barbara was growing concerned with her preoccupation in making herself look and feel more feminine and sexy. All her old white cotton underwear was replaced with bright colorful sexy ones. And many, even the bras that bared her nipples and the panties with the split crotch, she would wear under her regular clothes while going to class. Her use of makeup was becoming almost obsessive. Before she was using it only lightly in the morning when she went to school. But now, she was applying it throughout her waking hours and putting it on a little more heavy with each passing day. When she looked at herself in the mirror she could hardly see the natural beauty she once was. Instead, she saw the beginnings of young women trying to make herself look like a street whore. Even her fellow students at school noticed and commented on the new Barbara. Most were complimentary, some were so so, and only a very few were outright condescending, with remarks like she was majoring in Bimboeism or taking a class in How to be a Slut 101. She tried to stop, both her intense interest in sexy lingerie and whorish makeup, but found herself responding to "going cold turkey" like a person addicted to drugs. She rationalized her odd behavior with watching too many of those damn commercials Dr Brigs required her watch. Somehow they were effecting her into wanting those products and being like those sluty girly women in them. Barbara figured once the semester, and Dr Brigs project, was over with she would be able to control herself again. She was had saved a lot of money now and could afford to take some minor part time work to top off the amount of money she would need for her following senior year. The last minor change Dr Brigs made occurred a week before the final exams. The doctor made it hard for Barbara to concentrate on her studies. She didn't cause Barbara to flunk out, but she was able to make Barbara obtain exam grades at one or two grades lower then her normal straight "A" status would have predicted. And the insidious doctor did it with surprise quickness and precision. For the doctor, this final result was a cause for private celebration. For Barbara it was a cause for panic. Barbara searched for reasons why she did so bad on them. Of course she noticed she had trouble concentrating on her school work, but why? Again Barbara rationalized it as taking on too great a load for the semester, plus her work with Dr Brigs seem to be producing some mild side effects in her behavior. Lucky for her the semester and the project was over with. She swore next semester would be different and seriously considered not ever seeing Dr Brigs again, let alone for the summer. Barbara entered Dr Brig's office with a little hesitation. She thought of just calling her on the phone and telling the doctor she would not be able to work with her for the summer, and that would be that. But something seem to be making her return to Dr Brig's office so she could talk with her in person. Barbara walked up to the seated doctor at her desk and sat down facing her. She waited for the doctor to finish her work before speaking to her. The doctor completed her work, looked over to Barbara, and with a smiling face said, "Well Barbara, the school semester is over with and so is the first part of my research. The results of part one were outstandingly positive and all the preliminary work for part two has been accomplished. So Barbara, are you ready to start part two? It will go throughout the entire summer and require you to work full time on the project. In fact, I plan on you starting right now. Isn't that wonderful dear?" Barbara looked at Dr Brigs in apprehension. She didn't want to continue with the project, at all. She was feeling as though she was not quite herself anymore. Her body had lost it's muscle tone from lack of exercise. She didn't like her preoccupation with appearing more feminine through the use of cosmetics and frilly underwear. And most of all, she didn't like how it was getting harder and harder for her to concentrate on her studies. She figured it was a side effect of the project, but didn't want to worry or confront the doctor with her charges. All she wanted was out of it all together. So with all due respect she informed Doctor Brigs that she would regrettably not be able to continue with the project. She thanked Dr Brigs for all that she done for her, but she had other items on her busy agenda and it was time for her to go. Dr Brigs smiled and then giggled to herself. Behavior that confused Barbara and somehow caused a chill of foreboding to run through her. Her feminine intuition was sending her full scale alarms to get the hell out of there, right now! To which Barbara stood up and began to direct herself out of the doctor's office when she heard the doctor say. "Stop, come back here and sit back down, Barbie. You're not going anywhere unless I tell you to." in a commanding way. To the amazement of Barbara, she did just that. Now Barbara was getting scared. Why did she do that. Maybe it was just an innocent mindless response to all the directions she took from the doctor in the last few months while working on the project. Nothing to worry about, just a knee jerk reaction that will soon go away when she left this place and the doctor's presents. The woman doctor was just looking at Barbara and smiling like the cat that trapped the mouse. Then she got up and headed for the lab. As she passed Barbara she said "Barbie, follow me." in a way that frighten Barbara. It was in a nonchalant way as though she was talking to a pet and knew said pet would follow her command without hesitation. And that was exactly what Barbara did. Once inside Dr Brigs looked directly at Barbara and directed her in a calm tone of voice "Now listen to me Brabie. I want you to take off all your clothes, everything, even your socks, and the red sexy bra and panty set. I want you to fold them nicely and place them on this table. Then I want you to stand behind this wooden chair, spread your legs wide, bend over the top of it's back rest and rest your arms here on the seat." Barbara was flabbergasted as the expression on her face showed in spades. Why was the doctor telling her to do this? This is not right, and definitely not in the doctor's character to treat her like this either. And she was certainly not going to follow this new Ms Bitch persona of the doctor's like some well trained obedient dog. And how did the doctor know she was wearing the red lacy bra and panty set? She was about to tell the doctor exactly that in no uncertain terms, but the doctor seen the rebellion coming and decided to nip it in the bud pronto by adding "No talking now Barbie, and you WILL obey me. I am leaving for a few minutes, but when I get back I want you over that chair as I said. Now do it!" The last phrase was more like a direct command of domination to Barbara as the doctor left the room. Barbara was in a state of shock. Not only from being talked to in that manner by someone whom she though was a dear trusted friend, but now, unconsciously found herself in the process of doing exactly what Dr Brigs told her to do. She felt besides herself, like an out of body experience. She was aware of what she was doing. She felt herself removing her clothes one by one, folding them and then placing them nicely on the directed table. She even felt the cool air of the lab on her bare skin. But for some reason she could not stop. It seem like she lost control of her body or worst, her free will! A little while later the doctor entered the room. "Ah, I see you followed my instructions to the letter like a good girl. Now let me put these rubber gloves on and then I can get you ready for part two of the experiment, my darling little lab rat." Barbara heard the snapping sound of rubber gloves behind her. Then she heard the squeaking noise of the doctor moving around in a caster chair. Barbara was full of questions and emotional turmoil, as the new Dr Brigs was busy behind her getting things ready. She felt the gentle touch of a rubber gloved hand on her backside and jerked from the unexpected sensation. "Now I want you to relax Barbie. This will go so much easier for you if you only relax." She felt something cool and wet being placed around her anus. She did not jerk this time. For some reason her body was able to relax while her mind was in a state of acute anxiety. And then she felt it. 'Oh my God!' Barbara screamed in her mind as the doctor's finger work the jelly like substance around and into her butt hole. "Barbie, relax your muscles around your anus." commanded the Dr Brigs, and she did. She could feel the doctor's finger being pushed into her. Turning and twisting to the left and then to the right, being pulled out a little and then pushing itself in, deeper and deeper. Next, she felt something larger following the same stretching exploration as the first one. And then again, something larger still. The doctor now had three fingers probing and expanding her rear end tunnel. She was being prepped for something, but what? She soon found out. Something blunted, hard and cold was now trying to gain access to her most private orifice. She felt some pain and echoed such with moans of distress. But they fell on deaf ears as the doctor concentrated on getting the shiny metal dildoe deep within the confines of Barbara's rectum. A few more twists, a little more lubricant, a couple more thrusting in and out, and finally it was done. The anal probe had settled itself deeply inside of Barbara's bung hole. "Raise yourself up Barbie." said the doctor. And she did. "Bring your left hand behind you Barbie, I will guide it to your butt plug and I want you to hold it where it is, do not pull it out, just keep it where it's at." The doctor orders were clear and precise and Barbara followed them like a well trained soldier to her horror and confusion. "Now Barbie, I want you to turn around and face me. Keep your legs far apart. Put your right hand behind you and grasp the top of the chair. I want you to use that chair as a balance point so you can lean your body backwards. If you understand nod your head and then do it." Barbara was again aghast at how her body responded to whatever Dr Brigs told her to do while her mind was telling, screaming, to do otherwise as her head moved up and down, and her body moved into it's new position. Her left hand still holding the dildoe stuffed up her butt. Barbara was now able to watch what the doctor was doing to her. But somehow this seem to only add another level of stress and anguish to Barbara's already anxious state. The doctor took off her gloves and began touching her around her clean shaven labia lips. She seemed to be very clinical in her approach, as if looking for something. Barbara watched as the doctor reached for the lubricating jelly and began applying it around her tender sensuous pussy, and the area within. Even though Dr Brigs was a doctor, Barbara still felt like she was being sexually assaulted by what was happening to her. And given the blatant fact that Barbara was totally powerless to stop the doctor from currently raping her with her fingers, she felt a sense of object humiliation and shame for it too. For while she was forced to suffer this outrageous act of violence against her will, she was never-the-less aroused by it too. Barbara watched in terror as the doctor took another dildoe and began using it to play with her smooth clean pussy. Oh the doctor was definitely toying with her, she could see it in her demon smile and the way she continue to taunt her labia lips and clit with that obscene vibration proboscis. All Barbara could do was to close her eyes and hope it would be over soon. But she could still feel the doctor manipulating that damn thing inside her. Twisting and pushing it in deeper and deeper with each forceful thrust of that damn metallic vibrating phallic pole. That same motion was soon causing Barbara to emit a low grade moan of physical pleasure which made her feel all the more ashamed with herself. Finally, the mixture of torment and delight stopped and the doctor spoke. "Barbie, I want you to stand up. Bring your legs back together and use your right hand to hold this dildoe in your pussy were it's at. Do not remove it, just keep it from coming out." Barbara regretfully complied. The doctor sat in her chair and stared with hungry eyes at her robot like toy executing her orders without resistance. Her behavior model worked better than she thought, or could ever dream of. "Barbie, step into the center of the room and begin to turn around slowly. Keep revolving until I tell you to stop." Barbara felt totally out of control. No matter how hard she tried to NOT do what the doctor ordered she couldn't stop herself. Her mind was hers but her body wasn't. So she slowly walked to the center of the room and began to turn around in place. Her hands still holding the two dildoes deeply inside of her. Not only did she feel humiliated, but also betrayed. Betrayed by the doctor who she though of as a good friend, and betrayed by her own body for not following what her mind told it to do. A tear began to roll down her cheek. ************************************************************************************* "A Lab Rat" by Musker Part 3 The doctor went to a basin and washed the jell off her hands. While she was drying them off she watched as her new animated toy displayed it's erotic self like a department store dummy on a revolving platform. "Now Barbie I want you to go to the test chair and I will help you into it for part two of the experiment. Do not fight me on this. Just be a good little girl and follow my lead." Barbara stopped revolving and slowly walked to the chair. One hand behind her holding the butt plug securely inside. The other in front keeping a firm grasp on the deeply planted dildoe that was stretching her pussy lips uncomfortably wide. "There you are my dear, all hooked up and ready to go." It took the doctor a little longer to get Barbara situated in the correct position as well as attaching a few more metal disks to monitor other private parts of her completely nude body. Both dildoes had to be connected to their corresponding shafts that protruded from the chair at just the right angle, and that took a little time even though Barbara followed the doctor's order post haste. The doctor looked at her nude, wired up lab rat with hungry eyes. It was no longer necessary to bind Barbara down to the chair. A simple command of "stay" to Barbie was all that was necessary. She looked into Barbara's frighten sorrowful eyes and decided to let her speak. "You may speak now Barbie, but NO tantrums, yelling, foul mouthed attacks or asking me to let go. I will not tolerate any such nonsense. Do you understand Barbie?" Barbara shook her head yes. Finally something her mind and body could agree upon. Then Barbara spoke. "Why are you doing this to me?" she said in a pleading way that would have melted the coldest of heart, unless it was made of steel like Dr Brigs. "Awe, poor baby." the doctor compassionately replied, more out of evil satire than kind empathy. At the same time she brushed away some loose hairs from Barbara's strained face. "It's like I told you sweetie. It is an experiment in advertising funded by corporate America. Well, it's not just that as you can now tell. I have my own secret agenda too. And that is what part two is about. Part one was to collect data regarding what a person focuses on and responds to in viewing TV commercials for which I am handsomely paid by various businesses. Addendum to part one, and for my own personal interest, is to see if certain subliminal stimuli can be impressed on a viewer's psyche at the same time. Kind of what they use in stores. While they play music, and at the same time without anyone being consciously aware of it, they play audio messages like "don't steal", "shopping is fun", "buy merchandise" etc. Except in my case I am more aggressive in those subliminal messages. And as you can plainly see in your current situation, extremely successful with the results. "Part two of the experiment is, I must confess, for my own personal pleasure. You see my dear, I am a woman who is getting on in years and of the lesbian persuasion. Most of the time I am very busy and don't have the time to seek out a companion, let alone find one that can satisfy my, how shall I say it, my "special taste" as it were. So, that is where part two and you come in." Barbara on the brink of tears and in a childish tone uttered "But I am not a lesbian, so why me?" "That is true my precious, and the research in part one confirmed it overwhelmingly. You are a vibrant heterosexual female who loves and is aroused by men, not women . . . at least for now that is." Terror crosses Barbara face as she suddenly knew what part two was going to be. But she had no idea as to how intense or perverse the mad doctor was going to make it. "So a large segment of part two will be in broadening and then focusing your sexual interests and responses from men to women. Oh don't look too worried my dear. I won't eliminate all of your interest in men, my research over the years has shown that to be impossible. But I can shift both your preference and intensity to women over men. Whether you like it or not. "The remaining segment of part two will be in acclimating you into sharing the same 'special interests' as I do." Somehow Barbara was afraid to ask what that might be, but her facial expressions echo her thoughts to the evil doctor's delight. "Your probably wondering what that is too. Well, I do like women as I have already said, but my sexual appetite is for a special type of woman. I don't like the aggressive types, the proverbial biker dykes, or the todays feminist woman. The women that I like are very feminine, the lipstick powder puff type. I like bimbos! That's right my dear, I like busty, big hair, small waist, broad hipped, dainty, air headed girly girls. Basically the complete reverse of what you are my dear. And I like them submissive and in all sorts of fetish wear too. Mmmmmmmmm, I get so aroused just thinking about it. And I am happy to say, to which you will be greatly disappointed in hearing, you are going to become just that. My little sexy bimbo slave girl. How do you like, Barbie?!" Barbara just shook her head in a flamboyant NO as tears gush from her eyes. "No, you can't do this. I won't let you. You won't get away with it. You can't do . . . " and Barbara immediately stopped talking when Dr Brigs told Barbie to be quiet. Then the Doctor looked straight into Barbara tearful eyes and with all the determination she could put into a few important words she voiced, "I can! I will! And no one, not even God can stop me!" The Doctor then took pity on the weeping puppet girl and tried to console her. "There, there, my sweet girl. Don't be like that. It won't be too bad. In fact, it will be so gradual that you will not even know it's happening to you until it is all over with and far to late for you to do anything about. We have the whole summer together to get it done in. By the time the next semester starts your fading athletic build will be replaced with one more becoming to a sex object. You breasts will go from a "C" cup to a "DD", your waist will be corseted down from it's thick 28 inch, to a hour glass tiny 18, and your hips will flare to a sexy curvy 38 inches. I'll have you practicing each and every day walking in gradually higher and higher heels until your wearing 5 inch stilettos and walking in hip swaying gyrating struts. I'll have your hair colored and styled in a wonderful big blonde bimbo stereotype. And your face, well, I know this doctor friend who owes me a big favor. With his expertise and my guiding hand, we will have you looking like the proverbial emptied air headed bimbo that men fantasize to fuck, but would never ever marry. You will have big vacant puppy dog eyes, a cute little pixie nose, and a full set of voluptuous pouting lips aching to be kissed, or suck something. "By the time the summer is over with you will look nothing like you look today, no one will even recognize you as Barbara ever again. And with my subliminal behavior changing methods, you will act and sound nothing like yourself either. And the best part of all, I will have a lawyer friend of mine legally change your name too, for the simple price of a blow job, by you of course. You will go from Ms Barbara Derman, independent, intelligent, and resourceful college coed of today, to Barbie Doll, wanton bimbo sex toy of Dr Madeline Brigs. "My very own Barbie Doll, who I can play with however I want. And I will too. I'll dress you in all sorts of tight sexy clothes and have you model them for me, and maybe for some of my very close girlfriends too. You will wear all sorts of fetish clothes. Lots of latex, rubber and leather outfits. I think you will learn to love the feel of them on your skin as much as I will love feeling them on you. If not, no big deal. There's nothing you will be able to do about it anyway. My training methods will see to that. "And we will play. All sorts of sexy and exciting games. You will learn to become Barbie the adorable obedient French Maid. You will be her a lot, both in fantasy and in real life too. This way I will have no need for any outside maid service when you move into my home. It will be so nice watching you do the house work, the cooking, the cleaning, and the dusting in your tight latex maid's outfit with your huge tits barely contained inside. I can just imagine hearing the distinct clicking sounds your 5 inch heels make on the hard wood floors as you scurry to get you chores done on time or else risk punishment, and punish I will too my little strumpet. It's all part of my life, my passion, my desire. And soon yours too. "Then there will be Barbie the Hooker. All dressed up in shiny red rubber and black leather swaggering around street corners trying your best to attract someone you can have sex with for money. Maybe I'll have some of my friends pick you up and use you for the night, anyway they want. Won't that be fun? Licking some strange woman's pussy or sucking, and pussy fucking, some guys long fat hard cock all night long. Hmmmmm, I'll have to train you to deep throat a guy without gagging. It's no big deal just a lot of practice that's all. Maybe I'll have you do a gang bang. That would be interesting, cock after cock after cock, or will it be pussy after pussy after pussy, maybe even both, we'll see. It does sound like something I would like to have a tape of though. Then we can watch it together later on as you perform orally on my own pussy. Now that sounds delicious, doesn't it doll? "Oh, and maybe, I can rent you out as a secretary or receptionist. On second thought, that might not be a good idea. I think it would be a little too much for my precious little air headed bimbo to deal with. However, we can role play it. That's it! You won't have to tax that soon to be little numb brain of yours. Just go through the motions as your working comrades come by and use you for various sexual cravings, both men and women. "But the most wonderful adventure that I am going to enjoy with you, and as such we will be doing it quite often. It is something that really gets my juices flowing to the max. My greatest passion in life you might say. My goodness, it get's me so hot and wet just thinking about it. Mmmmmm . . . I can feel my panties getting so wet right now. Maybe later I'll let you smell and munch on them on the ride home my pet. You'll like that won't you? Hahahaha, in a few hours from now, at least you will look like you do. "But the thing that really gets my pussy gushing is BONDAGE, and disciplining sweet bimbo's like your going to be into sweet submission. I have a whole dungeon loaded with all sorts of gear and apparatuses. And your going to experience every last one of them, many, many times doll. "I can't wait to show you off at one of those kinky parties. You will be my submissive kinky Frankensteinist as I lead you around tether at the end of a leash. Your bimbo self will be displayed in complete restrained regalia. Your entire body will be covered from head to toe in hot pink rubber. The only parts left open will be your eyes, nipples and body orifices. But not for long. "I'll have you wear a severe black leather corset. Oh I am afraid it is going to be very uncomfortably tight on you dear. But by then you will want to please me in every way possible, so you will beg me to wear it so very tightly. Really Barbie, you will beg. I'll train you to. "Your arms will be held behind your back in a black leather single glove. Don't worry my dear, when that time comes having your elbows touch behind your back for extended periods of time will become second nature to you. Although it will take some time to get you to that level, but I will be diligent in your training and won't let up a single moment no matter how hard or how long you beg and plea for mercy. That goes to show you how much I really care about you sweetie pie. "And lets not forget about your shoes, or I think this time we will go with boots. Yes, knee high, stiletto heeled, black shiny boots. I may even have you wear a pair of short linked ankle cuffs with them. I do so love watching a bound bimbo mince around in dainty little steps with her heels clicking upon a hard floor. But then I told you that already didn't I slave girl. "Let's see what else is there, oh yes, we have to fill up your holes too. Oh that is easy. Long, fat, rubber dildoes for your pussy and ass, much bigger than you are wearing now. I think I'll have them vibrate and shock you remotely. Yes, then I can control you even from afar. We can even work out a code. One ass shock for turning left, one pussy shock for turning right. A vibrating ass plug for backing up and a vibrating pussy plug for moving straight ahead. And one big ass shock to get you going and a equal or better shock to you pussy to stop. Oh won't that be great. I can even have people play with you through the night like some wind up toy doll. But then again, at that point, that's exactly what you will be. "Oh my goodness, I almost completely forgot about your head. Well that just will not do. Let me think. A rigid corset neck collar first off. It will hold that pretty empty head of yours still, erect and constantly looking forward. A gag is a must. I can't tell you enough how much I love hearing the distressed sounds of a gagged woman. All the moans and groans of a helpless femme fatale emanating from a well packed mouth makes me cream my panties, WHOOPS! I just did! Oh well, something for you to snack on, on the way home tonight dear. And that vacant teary eye expression when you feel your on the very edge of choking if that gag was made just a bit bigger. Oh yes, we're definitely going to have to practice on controlling your gagging response. I don't want anything bad to happen to my little toy doll now that I have her. I guess you can tell that your going to be gagged a lot, practically all the time in fact. Oh well, such is life, your pitiful little life that is. "So, I think an inflatable bladder gag in combination with a whole head hardness will look good on you at that party honey pot. Lots of thin black leather straps going around your pink latex clad head. First, I will buckle them all nice and firm, then I'll pump up that bladder gag until I get that glassy eye look from you. Oh your going to look so cute with those straps biting deeply into your latex covered face. Seeing your bug eyed expression over inflated hot pink cheeks. That image of you in my mind's eye is getting me so excited right now. And to top it off, I'll have your long blonde hair pulled through a hole at the top of your latex hood and braided into a long pony tail. Oh, that reminds me. Have you ever heard of a ponygirl dear? Never mind, you will experience it soon enough. "My oh my, you are certainly going to be one kinky exotic sight at that party. A firmly restrained bimbo in contrasting colors. People will envy me owning such a doll like you. They're going to want to touch you all over. Especially those big fat tits of yours. Oh did I mention that your nipples are going to be pierced and ringed too. Yes indeed, big shiny rings hanging down from long hard erect nipples resting on a bountiful ripen pair of pussy wetting breasts. My oh my, I can almost taste there sweet milk now. "Yes indeed my tender love doll, you and I are going to be a major hit at that party, and all the other parties we will be attending too. I just know, together, we will be quite the popular social couple. Of course this means we will have to have a tremendous wardrobe of clothes to wear. Mine will be very fashionable and chic, in a dominating fetish kind of way. While yours will be nothing but bright rich colors of slut wear accented with intense, tight, immovable, hole filling bondage. It will be a grand experience for the both of us my love object. Maybe by then you will be able to appreciate and be aroused by it as much as I do. If not, no big deal. By then you will be to far into playing the bimbo slave girl to put up much of a rebellion for me. Poor, poor Barbara. "Hmmmm . . . there is one final part about this training method of mine that I'm not sure if I should tell you or not. On the other hand it may prove interesting in further testing on how well my training system actually does work. After all, you did prove to be a very resisting subject in getting you to take the subliminal messages in part one. Hmmmm . . . I think I will tell you after all. It will be a great challenge to see who actually is the stronger between us. Ok, here goes. "You will become Barbie Doll, make no mistake about that. But you will still be Barbara Derman too, that part of your persona can not be destroyed whatsoever. What you will be in fact is a person of two personalities, or identities if you will. My job, and my pleasure I might add, is to make Barbie Doll the dominant type. Barbara will slowly fade into the background, her identity, her thoughts, her wants, her dreams, all that Barbara is, is going to be repressed, encapsulated and placed way back into your mind. Kind of like a faint echo. Barbie is going to come forth in all her stereotyped, bondage loving, submissive bimbo self. And if I have my way about it, that is how you are going to stay, forever and ever. Unless I get tired of you. Then I'll just sell you at a handsome profit to one of my friends or business associates. They are always on the lookout for a lovely piece of mindless fluff that can lick pussy and suck cock like she was born to. "But because I am so deviously clever, and a bit sadistic, I am going to have Barbara switch places with Barbie and come out to express herself sometimes, or at least try too. What I am saying is that I love conflict and distress. I love to tease to a point that might be considered over the top. I make no excuses for it. That's just the way I am and I actually like myself this way too. No doubt to you, to your utmost regret. "So when you are looking ever so bimboish, all nicely package in total scrumptiously tight bondage, I am going to let you, Barbara, come out and play. Of course there will be very little that you can do in that situation other than to try and fight for your freedom, get angry with me to the point of trying to attack me, or be so despondent that you would beg me to take you out of this functioning bizarre reality and put you back into your little tiny box deep in your own subconscious mind. Which I will do, but only when I want you there, not before. "So why am I telling you this? First off, to taunt you even more than I already have, I so love doing that. But at the same time give you a small chance of regaining your life back, Barbara's life that is. My system, as good as it is, is not prefect. There are some bugs, some loop holes if you will, that I need to work out in order to make it 100%. And I think you are the one who is going to help me in that endeavor, like it or not. But in the process of perfecting my methodology, there is a chance that Barbara will regain control long enough to free herself and possibly turn the tables on me. It's all a hypothetical risk you understand. But I am willing to take a calculated risk in honing my technique. I do believe you will not win, but then again stranger things have happened, as you now well know. "So my dear, may the best person, or in your case, sex doll win. Barbara was in a state of total shock from what she just heard. Her life as she knew it would soon be changed totally upside down by a mad woman. And she was powerless to stop her. But there was that one glimpse of hope. That one last heroic act by her if Doctor Brigs was correct. But how was she suppose to do that? The Doctor pulled a final piece of equipment into place. It was a long penis shaped dildo on the end of a flexible stand. She placed it so it's head and small centered hole was right in front of Barbara's clenched lips. but still did not obstruct Barbara's view of the television. Barbara forced her head back into the head rest as far as it would go in trying to escape that damnable thing, but it was still a mer fraction of a inch away from her tender luscious lips. The Doctor reached for Barbara's hands and tried to move them, but Barbara kept them there on the hand rest. Her fingers digging deeply into the padding. The Doctor exhaled with a frustrated sigh, and then commanded "Barbie relax your arms and hands." She was then easily able to move Barbara's arms so her hands were covering each of her full beasts. "Keep them there Barbie." Barbara was unable to move them even though her mind desperately wanted to. "Now my dear, this is what's going to happen. You are going to watch a series of videos, X-rated ones. The first one will show a woman having intercourse with a man. You are to watch the video from the woman's perspective, even to the point of mimicking her movements and sounds. If you want to moan and groan more than she does feel free to do so. When her breasts are touched, fondled and massaged you will do the same to your own, even when the man does it to her. When he begins thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy the chair device your pussy dildoe is connected to will do the same. In short my precious sex toy, for all intent and purposes, you will be that fucked over woman in the movie. Kind of interesting isn't it my little love muffin. "The next film will be of another woman having anal sex with a guy, and of course you will copy her behavior to a tee as the both of you are butt fucked in unionism. Once again the connected dildoe up your butt will match what you see in the picture. The film after that will be of a woman giving a guy oral sex. That is why this fake cock is so close to your mouth. You will give this dildoe the exact same blow job the woman gives that guy, and you will enjoy doing it too, or at least act like you do. Even though I know you believe woman should never lower themselves into performing oral sex, you will soon suck this cock like it was the most natural thing for a woman to do. Do you understand me Barbie kins?" Barbara automatically shook her head yes, try as she might not too. "The final movie will be a woman getting a gang bang. A whole bunch of guys will be fucking her in all three holes at the same time. You of course will get and perform the same way. Now, for your sake, I hope you decided to go with the flow. Hell, you might even have an orgasm, or two , or three, or. But whether you have an orgasm or not is unimportant, what is important is for you to imitate those women's behavior as best you can. This is the beginning of your training as a slut, a cum hole, and sex toy for others. You will run through each video several times until I see you have mastered your new trade. After that, we will shut down the equipment and go home. "Tomorrow will be another day with a quick review of today with something else new to learn. That is how the entire summer is going to be, review of what was and experience something new, just like school. Instead of a rich variety of academic professors training and educating your mind for a future of your own creation, "I" am going to train and educate your mind, body and soul for a destiny of "MY" choosing. And of course change your entire life in the process." Dr Brigs kissed Barbara on the cheek and set in motion part two of the project. A few hours passed when the doctor reentered the room. Her new doll and lab rat was finishing up her first of many training lessons. Barbara was watching and emulating the woman being gang banged on the television. All three of her orifices were being fucked by three artificial manly cocks that the good doctor provided for her. The doctor stood behind Barbara's head watching her new Barbie Doll deep throat the rubber cock in front of her. She was doing an excellent job of mimicking every move of the woman in the video. Dr Brigs took hold of Barbara's hands from her breasts and laid them back on the chair's arm rest. She was delighted that she didn't have to give a verbal order to do so. Another successfully obstacle in the mind control ladder was accomplished by a little adjustment in the good doctors model. Again she smile in pleasant satisfaction. Barbara felt the doctor move her hands and for a moment she actually thought she could have stopped it. In fact she knew she could, but had second thoughts in doing so. This might have been what the doctor meant about her regaining control through some bugs in her computer control model. If she choose to fight the doctor now, Barbara would be certain to loose. She still could not control her body. She tried countless times to stop sucking on that damn dildoe, or to get out of the chair, or simply not watch those obscene videos. But not once did she have any success. So even if she did get lucky and knock out the doctor with a hard fist to the side of her head, what good would it do if she couldn't get out of the chair. No, she will bide her time, wait for that one key moment when the Dr Brigs lets down her guard, or another bug in her system is discovered by Barbara, then she will act, and without mercy. Again Barbara though out her plan. She knew that time was not on her side. The longer she waited the closer the doctor get's in reaching her goal, and of finding the bugs, and fixing them. The though of herself becoming more and more a pumped up sex toy for the mad doctor was beyond revolting and humiliating. But if she wanted her freedom, eventually, then she would have to play along, give the doctor false results and in fact take on the persona of a bimboe fetish sex slave for the doctor. She had to enter hell, do battle with the devil and hope she makes it out alive as Barbara Derman once more. The doctor placed her hands on Barbara's soft breasts and began massaging them. Oh how she loved playing with the big tits of woman. She made a mental note to herself to give her doctor friend a call so they could start on remodeling her dolls body into something more appealing to her desires and "special taste". The video ended and the TV went blank. Barbara stopped her imitating as well. The dildoe still a fraction of a inch from her well wore lips, and the other two probes were still deeply inside her pussy and tail holes. Barbara still could not move from the chair or speak to the doctor who continued to fondle her breasts as if they were bread dough. "I bet you are wondering why I had you watch videos of a man, men, having sex with a women since I am a full fledge lesbian, aren't you my little cum twat. Well two reasons, first, my system needs a true base line regarding your sexual responses. Having you imitate two women making love would have given me many false reading and result in you actually setting yourself free from me one day. And we can not have that, now can we sweetie. So I had you watch, and mimic, what comes natural, and IS natural to you. Well, maybe the gang bang and oral sex was not quite in your repertoire, but never-the-less it was useful and IS now. Tomorrow we will start training you on women and soon you will think of nothing else but having sex with women. Oh I can hardly wait for that day doll." Barbara felt her breasts and erect nipples being squeezed extra tight about then. "Second, even though I am a lesbian and you are being transformed into some "thing" that I want you to become, doesn't mean I won't share you with others. And those others being male too. Thus you will have to please them in anyway they like. Which means taking it in whatever hole they want to stick it to you in. That is why the vanilla training itinerary. But fear not my soon to be bimbo tart, you will not have very many men to please. I will see to that." The doctor created a forced sinister laugh after saying that. A few minutes later the doctor prepared Barbara for the trip home. She bound her nude toy with those cloth velcro straps. Barbara's arms were bound together behind her back and again to her torso. Another set of cloth restraints were used to hold the two metal dildoes deeply inside her two lower orifices. And her upper legs above her knees were held together with another tight strap. The doctor then told Barbara to slip her feet in three inch high heel shoes. A long trench coat was wrapped and fasten around Barbara's bound form, thus hiding it to the casual observer. A final article of clothing for Barbara to wear was Dr Brigs's panties, her fully soaked with her sexual juices panties. And these Barbara wore inside her mouth, all of it, packed deep in her horrified teary eyed succulent mouth. The doctor told her to keep her lips sealed around it and to try and suck every last drop of her sweat nectar down her throat by the time they arrive to her house. And Barbara complied with disgust and repugnance as her mouth actively chewed and her throat muscles swallowed as much as they could. Dr Brigs closed up her office and escorted Barbara to her car. They both drove off into the setting sun. One with cheerful and optimistic expectations of seeing a dream soon to be realized. The other in numbing shock, terrorized to the bone with fear as to what the next day might bring. - The End -

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The last person to set<BR> foot in it, other than its resident, had been the technician who had installed Eliphaz'<BR> digital satellite dish eight months previous.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle4"> Now Eliphaz had a guest. His black-cloaked visitor seated himself on an antique,<BR> Victorian sofa after a brief examination of his surroundings. He seemed to take<BR> particular interest in the tracks that his and Eliphaz' feet had made through the dust on<BR> the floor, and the pretzel-shaped clearing of the dust that existed in the middle of the<BR> room. Eliphaz looked upon the intruder's curiosity with disdain; either the man was<BR> simply being cautious, or he was being suspicious, or he was being a snoop.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;I'd offer you a cup of coffee,&#34; said Eliphaz, though sarcastically, &#34;but I have none<BR> to offer. Would you care for a glass of water?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;That won't be necessary.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle6"> Eliphaz grunted. He seated himself in a high, wing-backed chair with dark leather<BR> cushions and brass tacks. &#34;Well then,&#34; he said. &#34;Suppose we just skip over all the<BR> pleasantries and get right to the point. I'm not a person who appreciates being<BR> disturbed. What do you want?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> The shadow-shrouded face beneath the hood of the cloak seemed to study him for<BR> a few moments, but Eliphaz couldn't be sure, as the man's eyes were hidden by<BR> darkness.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;My name is Greggory Clefferts,&#34; said the man in black.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Pleased to meet you Greg,&#34; said Eliphaz impatiently. &#34;Now what do you want?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> There was another uncomfortably long pause.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;I came to you, only managing to find you after many years of searching. I came to<BR> you because we have something very uncommon in common.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Do tell.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;We are both immortal.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle7"> Eliphaz had no reply. For perhaps the first time in his life he found himself to be<BR> speechless. All his life Eliphaz had been plagued by endless hours of wonderment as to<BR> why he alone was destined to live, on and on, while everyone and everything around<BR> him aged, withered and died. Time and time again, for literally thousands of years, his<BR> mind had returned to that topic, and always it had proven to be a mental pursuit through<BR> questions, questions, questions and the finding of not a single answer. And now,<BR> incredibly, after all that time, a man was standing, or sitting rather, before him, telling<BR> him that he too was an immortal.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> He was glad for his having already seated himself, for suddenly his head was<BR> swimming and his knees were weak. His strength had left him. He felt as though he<BR> were collapsing further into the cushion on the back of his chair.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> After another full minute of prolonged silence, Eliphaz finally managed enough<BR> composure to stammer, &#34;How? Why?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> The man named Greggory said: &#34;Perhaps some explanation is due.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> And he proceeded to tell his story.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> * * *<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle8"> &#34;You may not think this has much to do with anything, but let me tell you right off,<BR> it's the cornerstone upon which my life's story is founded: my father was an atheist.<BR> When I was seven I approached my father with one of the typical questions of life that<BR> a seven year old is inclined to ask. I asked him what happens to people when they die.<BR> Do you know what he said? He said dying was like falling asleep... like being<BR> unconscious. I asked if people dreamed when they were dead and he said no, all they<BR> do is lie there decomposing; unconscious, rotting. I asked him about heaven and God<BR> and he said they were both concepts made up by men who were just afraid to face up<BR> to the fact of life's uniqueness -- that it only happens once -- that there is no immortal<BR> soul and you never get a second chance at anything. He said there was no higher<BR> calling. He said there was no purpose in life.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;Let me tell you, Mr. Montrego, I have never been as scared in my entire life as I<BR> was then.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle6"> &#34;But let me also say that if it had not been for my father's faith in medicine,<BR> technology and science, I never would have had the upbringing in mathematics and<BR> engineering that I did. And if not for that, I never would've developed the method by<BR> which I achieved agelessness and subsequent immortality.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle9"> &#34;My father, while being confident that there was no God, <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">was </SPAN>confident that<BR> everything was within the understanding of man. He used to tell me that man, having<BR> the ability to build machines that can put him on the moon, split the atom, and replace<BR> the human heart, has the ability to do anything he puts his mind to. But still, he laughed<BR> at my ambition to live forever; he said, 'Son, this is a thing which you will most<BR> assuredly learn: there are only two things which are inescapable facts of life -- the rest<BR> of it may be debatable, but these two things are not: death and taxation.'<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle4"> &#34;Yes, my father laughed at my plan. He told me living forever was not only<BR> impossible but also insane. And I greatly respect my father... for his intelligence and<BR> wisdom... but his words, even having millennia of human grief and experience as proof<BR> behind them, had no effect on me. I knew, with a certainty, in my heart, that regardless<BR> of the arguments against it, life could be sustained in a man indefinitely. It was just a<BR> matter of discovering how.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> &#34;Throughout the years of my education, both in high school and college, I took<BR> every class concerning science, medicine, mathematics and engineering available to me,<BR> never failing to achieve an 'A' and complete mastery of the subject. I hungrily devoured<BR> every theory and every idea, mulling them over carefully; making sure that I understood<BR> the logic of every concept before advancing to the next.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle12"> &#34;After achieving a Ph.D. in all the areas in which a glimpse of the scientific nature of<BR> humanity might be caught, I earned a position on the staff of a company called Biotech.<BR> At Biotech my chief area of expertise was in the research and engineering of artificial<BR> organs and prosthetics. I was given my own lab and two laboratory assistants were<BR> placed under my charge. My work for the company primarily consisted of<BR> enhancement of the nervous system; artificial stimulus response technology -- that is to<BR> say artificial nerves, and direct machine interfacing with the human brain. What this was<BR> eventually supposed to lead up to was creating sensory equipment able to reproduce<BR> the sensations of sight, hearing, touch and smell -- taste was not on my list of priorities<BR> -- for those who were born with defects or those who had lost their response<BR> capabilities due to environmental misfortune. I earned more than two hundred patents<BR> for Biotech in my days there, but I digress. That was what my job for the company<BR> was. My personal mission was discovery of a means by which life could be extended<BR> indefinitely.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;I will not bore you with details of the exhaustive research and testing I did. I will<BR> only tell you of the final results:<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle7"> &#34;I discovered a measurable force which, until revealed by my experimenting, had<BR> somehow gone undetected by all the scientists and doctors that had worked on the<BR> problem of longevity before me. For lack of a better or more meaningful word, I called<BR> this force 'Soul,' although its properties are nothing like that of the soul which<BR> supposedly travels to heaven or hell at the time of a man's death. It is a force only<BR> found in living beings. At the birth of a living creature, the amount of Soul it possesses<BR> is very great, but through the course of a lifetime, the Soul slowly leaks out, until finally,<BR> when it is all spent and lost, the creature dies.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;The rest is rather difficult to explain. Perhaps I should just show you.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle7"> And with that said by way of presentation, the black figure named Greggory<BR> opened the cloak that kept hidden his body. Beneath it he was wearing a black shirt<BR> which he set to unbuttoning. When the front of the shirt had been totally separated,<BR> Eliphaz could see that modifications had been made on Greggory's original anatomy.<BR> Beneath the flesh that covered his rib-cage, strange, mechanical shapes loomed --<BR> cylinders and tubes and spheres stuck out from his abdomen in bas-relief, and the flesh<BR> itself, with which his body was clad, had a most unnatural sheen. Truly, his skin<BR> seemed to be made more of a vinyl or plastic, the way the light revealed it.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle13"> Greggory lowered his hood then, exposing his face, and Eliphaz could not help but<BR> gasp in wonderment. The lower half of Greggory's face -- nose and mouth -- had been<BR> sealed over (replaced) by an object that stuck out from his jaw like a blunted<BR> proboscis. It looked a little bit like a gas mask had somehow fused with his skull.<BR> Above the mask, Greggory's eyes were orbs screened by a smoke-tinted plate of glass<BR> that was flush with the plane of his forehead, like a surgically implanted scuba mask,<BR> and it was filled with some clear liquid. Below the mask, set into his throat, was a<BR> speaker grill, and from that plastic mesh came Greggory's voice as he began to speak<BR> again.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> &#34;I figured out how Soul escapes,&#34; he said. Here he inserted a pause as he thought<BR> of how best to explain the rest of his discovery. Eliphaz made no move to interrupt<BR> him, he was still silent from wonder; amazed at the sight of what Greggory had done<BR> with his body -- he was no longer even human. More cyborg than even The<BR> Terminator had looked.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle9"> On the side of Greggory's head were his ears; domes with funnel shaped<BR> depressions set into the middle of them. Over each funnel, a thin membrane, thin to the<BR> point of transparency, had been stretched like the skin on an Indian drum. Through the<BR> gossamer membranes, Eliphaz could see a web of diodes and hair-fine wires, vibrating<BR> as sound passed through. Greggory had no hair, and his bald head shone doubly<BR> bright, for it appeared as though all the flesh on his body, not just that on his chest, had<BR> been replaced with that shiny, pale-tan vinyl.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> &#34;Believe it or not, all living things grow old and die simply because their bodies are<BR> too porous -- to fragile -- to contain their Soul. Every breath exhaled, every drop of<BR> blood lost, every bit of matter the body uses to build up hair and fingernails, every time<BR> the body expels wastes... all those simple things... every time one of those functions<BR> occurs, the body loses a little bit of Soul, Mr. Montrego.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;And you've figured out how to stop the Soul's leaking out?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle13"> Greggory gestured at his body with an open hand. &#34;My body is completely self-<BR> sufficient, self-contained. My body produces no waste materials, everything is recycled<BR> within and used again. I have no need to breathe, no need to eat, no need to drink.<BR> The only thing necessary to my survival is that I keep the machines that sustain me well<BR> maintained. As of the last tests I performed, the amount of Soul my body leaks is zero,<BR> or so close to zero that my instruments cannot register it. If this latter is the case I have<BR> no doubt that as technology improves I will be able to measure the amount of escaping<BR> Soul, pinpoint the area from which it escapes, seal it up, and thusly tighten my grip on<BR> immortality.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> &#34;Impressive,&#34; said Eliphaz. The exact word and tone he'd used when Chevrolet<BR> announced that a Geo would get fifty highway miles to the gallon. After a few minutes<BR> of silence, realizing that Greggory had said all he was inclined to, Eliphaz added, &#34;So,<BR> while this is all well and dandy, Greg, it does little to answer my original question. Why<BR> are you here?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle7"> &#34;Mr. Montrego,&#34; he said. &#34;You're the only person in the world that I would<BR> consider telling this to.&#34; And then, seeming to lose track of his line of thought, he said,<BR> &#34;I read your book. It greatly influenced my life. The sections on meditation and<BR> broadening the horizons of human consciousness were of particular interest to me. All<BR> of the operations I performed on myself, I performed while in the trance of focused<BR> concentration you describe in chapter three. And most of my breakthrough theories<BR> that led to my discovery of Soul came to me in dreams as a direct result of my training<BR> my subconscious as you explain the procedure for in chapter seven.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;So you came here to thank me?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle12"> &#34;No. I came here for help. You see, lately I've been having a recurring dream. In<BR> this dream, I'm standing on a cat-walk that is suspended above a field of tall grasses.<BR> The cat-walk is completely without means of support to my eyes, it stretches to the<BR> point of vanishing at both horizons, and yet there are no wires or pillars anywhere that I<BR> can see. The cat-walk is made of gleaming steel for the most part, but where I stand<BR> the walk is tiled with thick, glossy black squares like ceramic or plastic, I don't know<BR> which. In my dream, I stand motionless upon this cat-walk for what seems to be<BR> several days, for the sun rises and sets many times. Then, at the rising of the sun one<BR> morning, a dense fog is covering the land, and the range of my vision is limited to about<BR> fifty feet. Now: from somewhere in the fog I hear the galloping of horses, far away and<BR> distant, but as time passes their thunderous hoof beats come closer and closer, and so<BR> close the horses are coming that I can hear the breath of the mighty beasts chuffing from<BR> their nostrils. And from somewhere in their midst, there is the sound of many people<BR> screaming.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> &#34;Then the fog parts before me, like a stage curtain, and I see them. Four horses<BR> with four riders, and they are riding straight towards me. Once they are a few steps<BR> clear of the fog I see them in detail. Here I will not bother you with unnecessary<BR> description, Eliphaz. These horses and their riders have already been described by<BR> you... and the Apostle John.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;The Apocalypse Riders,&#34; whispered Eliphaz.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle7"> Greggory continued, &#34;As they ride towards me, I see they are clearing away the<BR> grasses of the field. War is cutting away huge sections of the field with his sword, and<BR> Death is doing likewise with his scythe. The grass before which Pestilence rides twists<BR> and writhes, finally turning black and then being trod to pulp beneath the hooves of his<BR> sickly colored horse. Before Famine the grass is withering and turning brown as though<BR> brought down by extreme heat or intense drought. And all the while they ride there is<BR> the sound of the screaming, and the screaming is somehow coming up from the grass as<BR> it is perishing.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle6"> &#34;Now as the riders approach me on the cat-walk, they slow their steeds, until<BR> finally, as they are about to ride by beneath me, they come to a halt altogether. Death<BR> from his seat on the black horse looks up at me. I can see that from his blank sockets<BR> an unholy red-orange glow emanates. He speaks to me:<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle4"> &#34;'Beyond our reach you may be,' he says; his voice sounds like someone shouting a<BR> whisper, hoarse and breathy, but loud and powerful. 'But there are other agents of the<BR> mission.' And just as he stops talking the ground begins to shake and rumble. The<BR> horses whinny anxiously as though with dread, and I see their eyes are wide with<BR> stupid, animal terror. Then Death laughs and the riders resume their gallop. Within<BR> seconds they are gone from my sight, the fog swallowing them up. I am alone.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> &#34;But then I see something else coming through the fog -- again, I see <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">four<BR> </SPAN>somethings. Though they are still blurred and vague to me through the mists I can see<BR> that they are huge -- as tall as buildings probably -- and human in shape.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;It is at this time that I wake. The terror of this dream you cannot begin to know.<BR> Why, if my heart will still frail human, surely I would be dead by now. Dead of fear.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> Again there was silence between them.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;I can see why you have come to see me now,&#34; said Eliphaz, finally.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Chapter twelve,&#34; said Greggory.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle4"> &#34;'There are four Soldiers of Death,'&#34; Eliphaz said, quoting himself from <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">Chaos,<BR> Immortality, and Horizons of the Mind.</SPAN> &#34;'These are known to most people as the<BR> Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death, although the<BR> original word translated &#34;death&#34; in most versions of the Bible would really be better<BR> translated as Time -- thereby making the last of the riders, Death, the one plight that<BR> none can escape: Age.'&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;But as well as your mention of the Four Soldiers of Death, you also mention Four<BR> Champions of Death.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> Eliphaz nodded. &#34;The Succubus, Shapechanger, Animator and Magician. The four<BR> horrors of human history -- from whose existence all the stories of ghosts, vampires,<BR> witches and wizards ever told have evolved.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> &#34;Would you agree that the message of my dream seems to imply that since I have<BR> traveled beyond the reach of Death's soldiers, the Champions of Death have been<BR> alerted to my condition?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Dreams,&#34; Eliphaz said, his voice full of contempt.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;In your own book you said that no dream could ever be discounted or judged<BR> insignificant.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;I was speaking, perhaps, of <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">my</SPAN> dreams when I wrote that.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Surely --&#34; but Eliphaz cut Greggory off this time.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;You believe this dream to be an omen then, yes?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Yes.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;And you have come to me for help.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Yes.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;What is it you expect me to do?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> &#34;I'm not sure if you <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">can </SPAN>help me, Mr. Montrego, but I have reason to believe you<BR> <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">might </SPAN>be able to. In your book you state that you have been alive for almost two and<BR> a half millennia.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;What of it? What has that got to do with you?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;It seems a fairly obvious connection to me, Mr. Montrego. In all your many years<BR> of life, the Champions of Death have <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">never come looking for you.</SPAN>&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle0"> *<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle14">*</SPAN><SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle15">*</SPAN><BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle0"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle1"> But before any of that went down...<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle16"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle17"> <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle18">Timothy Golding was a man who went by the rather lengthy, proper title of,<BR> Director of Research and Field Studies. He was an executive for Biotech Industries.<BR> He had been ear-marked for management and executive offices early on in his career,<BR> when he had just gained employment for the company. Originally chosen for his<BR> impressive looking certifications and educational background, he had, at one point,<BR> worked in the same laboratory as Greggory Clefferts. But he had not been nearly so<BR> gifted in terms of intuition or original thinking as Greggory had. He had big ideas, and<BR> big plans, but lacked a real capability for execution; for the actual designing of the<BR> devices and products Biotech was interested in developing. So while Greggory stayed<BR> on, researching, designing, testing and planning in the lab, Biotech sent Timothy on to<BR> higher levels where they thought his experience could be made better use of, his<BR> potential better tapped; delegating, supervising -- ass-kissing. In fact, Greggory, the<BR> man he had started as an assistant to, was now in his chain of command; he was<BR> Greggory's boss. And it was a position he relished greatly.<BR> </SPAN> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle7"> Now money wise, Timothy, despite his executive status, was still a couple of rungs<BR> below his employee, Greggory. The reason being that patent bonuses, prizes, and<BR> grants lifted the lowly engineer into a seven digit salary range, while Timothy still<BR> struggled to just break into six. Timothy knew it too; knew full well where the payroll<BR> for his department was allocated. And knowing how much more money his underling<BR> was making than he was came to be at the core of the resentment he had for Greggory.<BR> He knew, despite his title and status, Greggory was the real hero -- the real mover and<BR> shaker in his department. And he hated him for it. Stealing his show, his spotlight.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle8"> So when it came to his attention, one day, that Greggory was misappropriating<BR> company time, funds, resources and man-hours, it was not regret that was topping his<BR> list of emotions when he found himself looking forward to a confrontation with the man.<BR> Timothy was delighted by the prospect. He could think of no better way to spend an<BR> afternoon then criticizing, demeaning and denouncing the man who had caused him so<BR> much fruitless jealousy for so many years. He knew, before he had even reflected on<BR> what Greggory's motivations might have been, that termination was the only way to<BR> handle such a bold transgression; such flagrant embezzlement. Perhaps such thinking<BR> was selfish; not in the best interest of the company, but really, how much was a patent<BR> on synthetic, electrically reflexive, muscle fiber worth? How much profit would a<BR> design for an artificial liver bring in?<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle8"> He sat there behind his desk, looking out his tenth story office window, a smug<BR> look on his face, and his fingers steepled below his chin. He kept thinking about how<BR> shamed and embarrassed Greggory would be. He liked to envision the engineer down<BR> on his knees, with tears streaming from his eyes, as he begged to be kept on; and<BR> himself, stone-hearted, rejecting his pleas. In this day-fantasy of Timothy's, Greggory<BR> was even willing to take a drastic pay cut; even willing to give Timothy sixty percent of<BR> his patents bonus at the end of the year. Ha! Even as he thought, dwelling on the<BR> prospect of their meeting, the smugness so plain on his lips and cheeks started to be<BR> overshadowed by a look of smirking evil. His face, lit by steep-slanting, afternoon sun<BR> that touched only on his brow and the tip of his nose, was, for a moment, the visage of<BR> a grinning skull.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle4"> When his secretary buzzed him on the intercom and told him Greggory Clefferts<BR> wanted to talk to him, he had to fight to restrain some of his enthusiasm. He didn't want<BR> to look too happy about this, after all. He wanted to look cool, calm, controlled.<BR> Maybe even exude an air of remorse. He pushed the speaker phone button that would<BR> put him through to his secretary's desk, and then paused, unhurried, dramatic, before<BR> saying, &#34;Send him right in.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> But his secretary wasn't about to usher him in. &#34;Well, sir,&#34; she said, &#34;he's not here.<BR> Not in person. He's on the phone for you. Line three.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> Some considerable wind came out of Timothy's sails then. &#34;Is he calling from his<BR> office in the lab?&#34; he asked. &#34;Did he forget our appointment for this afternoon?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;No sir. I think he might be calling from home or something. Maybe he's sick.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">Sick indeed. Why can't the man just show up and do his job?<BR> </SPAN> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle6"> &#34;Thank you,&#34; said Timothy. He disconnected his secretary, picked up the cordless<BR> hand-set of his phone and pushed the flashing button for line three. &#34;Golding<BR> speaking,&#34; he said. Like a leader, he said it; an important man. He'd always liked the<BR> sound of his own voice.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;Yeah, Tim?&#34; It didn't sound like Greggory. It sounded kind of faint, and tinny;<BR> distant. But who else would have the gall to call him 'Tim?' Nobody but Clefferts.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Yes. Speaking.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;This is Greggory Clefferts.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;Ah, yes. Mr. Clefferts.&#34; As though needing to remind himself of who the speaker<BR> was.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Yeah. Look, Tim. I'm not coming into work today.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Under the weather some? Your voice sounds terrible. Scratchy.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> &#34;Well, my throat does feel a little funny today, buy really, that has nothing to do with<BR> why I'm calling. I'm calling to give you my resignation. It seems I have a sudden<BR> conflict of interests. I'm going to have to discontinue my work for Biotech.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;What?!&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> &#34;Yeah. I was in late at the lab last weekend, doing some personal work. Thinking<BR> things over. I used quite a bit of equipment that I hadn't requested any time on. I'll<BR> reimburse the company any of the cost for that. Whatever you think is fair. I don't<BR> want this to be a messy, drawn out thing, Tim. I'll send somebody by to clean out my<BR> lab, okay?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> &#34;This,&#34; said Tim, then pausing to swallow, thinking, <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle10">This just won't do, this just<BR> won't do. </SPAN> &#34;This seems awfully sudden. Is this something you'd rather talk about in<BR> person? I have plenty of time for you in my schedule this afternoon, if you can make it.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;No, Tim. There'd be no need for that. I've said all I really have to say.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;Clefferts, we had an appointment. Business is business. You can't just shirk me<BR> off like that.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;I've got other things I have to do, Tim. 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His two heroes were Richard<BR> Marchinko (the Rogue Warrior), and Jack LaLane (the eighty year old exercise guru),<BR> and at age fifty-eight, Randy Quentin looked like he might one day own the fitness<BR> king's records. His chest was three and a half bowling balls wide, his arms bordered<BR> on the edge of normal-or-steroid-induced reality. His head was shaved, but he had a<BR> meticulous goatee, the same gun-metal gray color as his bushy eyebrows. He had a<BR> necklace made of a fine link chain which all the slugs that had ever been removed from<BR> his many combat injuries were hung on, and, on his body, right next to the scar left by<BR> each one, was a tattoo of the date which commemorated the occasion. Each of the<BR> bullets on the chain was inscribed with a corresponding date. Save for one, each of his<BR> scars could be matched up with a bullet from his chain; that one, he explained, had<BR> been caused by a lemon shark, but then offered no further explanation.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> Every morning, Randy would run forty laps around the manor's grounds, then he<BR> would retire to the room he'd had outfitted as a gym and lift weights for three solid<BR> hours. After his ritual workout, he would eat one bowl of oatmeal, sweetened with<BR> honey from a chunk of raw honeycomb, and drink a glass of fresh-squeezed orange<BR> juice with an egg in it. Randy loved his job, and having him on board was great for<BR> morale.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> Kiss was a different kind of character all together. At the interview Eliphaz asked if<BR> she was superstitious at all and her reply had been, &#34;Why walk under a ladder if you<BR> don't have to?&#34; Her specialties were martial arts and close combat weapons: knives.<BR> Eliphaz said to her, &#34;You know, the word nekro comes from the Latin for death. Your<BR> name could be taken then to mean, the Kiss of Death.&#34; And she said, &#34;I don't have any<BR> reputations I haven't earned.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> All the same, she would've been just one of the faces in the ranks of normal security<BR> personnel if not for the incident which transpired on her very first day.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle6"> Kiss was a small woman, fragile-looking and loin-achingly attractive; when she first<BR> reported for duty, heads turned. Her body was so lithe and perfect, her hair so wild<BR> and black; her eyes were so dark, and her lips so full... Several men approached her,<BR> but each was shot down before they'd even managed to introduce themselves. Kiss<BR> said, &#34;I have no desire or need for the company of a male in my life. Leave from before<BR> my sight before I make your genitals into a key chain.&#34; But still, there was one man<BR> who persisted; got to the point of forcing himself on her. So she stabbed him to death.<BR> She stabbed him eight times, each time with a different knife, leaving the previous one<BR> lodged firmly and deeply in his body. All eight blades were in him before he even hit<BR> the ground. Then, she <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle7">did </SPAN>make his dick into a key-chain.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> Eliphaz respected that, and truthfully, so did every one else. Her actions were the<BR> subject of many whispered conversations behind her back that day. Greggory's first<BR> thought was to have her dismissed, but Eliphaz dissuaded him. He said, &#34;That is one<BR> tough woman. That's the kind of thing you look for in a personal bodyguard.<BR> Tenacious. Aggressive.&#34; So she became one of Greggory's private guards. And<BR> Greggory was afraid of her.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle8"> So too, it seemed, was Coldlove. The dog was usually seen taking shelter from<BR> Kiss, positioning himself so that his master's legs were separating him from her. Any<BR> time she spoke his name he would whimper and cower.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> * * *<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle9"> But Eliphaz himself was not worried until it came to his attention that Kiss' mind<BR> was blocked off from him. At first he figured it was because he wasn't focused, but<BR> when she caught him staring with the effort once, and gave him a little, crooked, viper-<BR> like smile, he began to have his doubts. He said to Randy, &#34;Never leave Kiss alone<BR> with Greggory. Not for a second.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> * * *<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> The four of them had a meeting about house security. Eliphaz, Greggory, Randy<BR> and Kiss, gathered around a round table the like's of which would have been straight<BR> from the legends of King Arthur. Coldlove was at Greggory's side, enjoying a<BR> scratching behind the ears. They discussed mainly escape routes -- how to get<BR> Greggory quickly and safely out of the building. Eliphaz had a plan for nearly every<BR> imagined occurrence.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> Then, afterwards, the inevitable question was asked.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle10"> Randy: &#34;You certainly have invested a lot in security here. I understand it's all in the<BR> interest of protecting Mr. Clefferts, but what I'm not clear on is why he need this much<BR> protection, and what it is we're protecting him from. I've tried to imagine different<BR> circumstances, but nothing I can come up with justifies all this trouble. Perhaps you<BR> could enlighten me.&#34; He always presented his words in a careful, unhurried way. His<BR> eloquence and soft-spoken nature were part of his image of cool. He never seemed<BR> distracted or anxious.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> He gave plenty of time for someone to answer him, but when no reply seemed<BR> forthcoming, he continued, &#34;I understand it's not my place to question the motivations of<BR> my employer, but it seems to me that kind of professional courtesy can only extend so<BR> far. Too many unanswered questions lead to distractions; loss of focus.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle12"> Eliphaz cleared his throat. &#34;You make an excellent point, Randolph. Mr. Clefferts<BR> and I hoped that an explanation would be unnecessary, but perhaps the curiosities of<BR> our circumstances are overwhelming.&#34; It always amazed Greggory, the way Eliphaz<BR> could emulate the behaviors of another person's speech. Here he was, nearly a<BR> manners mirror in his dealings with Randy. With most of the other guards he was a<BR> tough, sailor-mouthed, slave driver. With Kiss he was dangerous sounding, and his<BR> words were filled with innuendo. And he made his switches without anyone ever<BR> seeming to notice. He was a social chameleon -- so charismatic he made Hitler seem<BR> like Joe Piscapo.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle9"> &#34;Perhaps the best way to describe what we hope to accomplish is as a thwarting of<BR> destiny. You, doubtless have had questions regarding the unusual appearance of Mr.<BR> Clefferts, yet these you have, most admirably, managed to suppress. Maybe you have<BR> qualms about his taking offense at your comments, should he be disabled or<BR> handicapped in some way. Let me assure you this is not the nature of his circumstance.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> &#34;It is true that what you see is, in fact, a life support system, but its methods are by<BR> no means ordinary. This is not a machine made merely to simulate respiration, as you<BR> might imagine. It is for the purpose of life sustaining and perpetuating. It allows Mr.<BR> Clefferts to enjoy the benefits of a greatly enhanced lifespan.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> &#34;But he, like any successful man, has made his share of enemies; just the sheer<BR> importance of his achievement has caused many to hate and envy him. In fact, there<BR> are those who would rob him of his so richly deserved reward: they wish to end his life.<BR> It is for this reason you have been hired.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;So this is a protection against corporate espionage then?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> Eliphaz was nodding and shrugging at the same time. &#34;Of a sort,&#34; he said.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> Kiss seemed very interested by this talk. She said to Greggory, &#34;So how long do<BR> you intend to live? How long can these machines you call your flesh keep you going?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Forever,&#34; said Greggory.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;That <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle7">is </SPAN>a considerable improvement,&#34; said Randy. He sounded impressed.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> &#34;You honestly believe that sealing yourself up in a vinyl bodysuit can keep you from<BR> dying?&#34; Something in the tone of her voice made Eliphaz' flesh crawl. Greggory felt it<BR> too, but of course he had no skin for the sensation to be conducted by. Was that some<BR> kind of threat?<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Yes.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> &#34;I'm not sure if I'm more in awe of your ingenuity or appalled by your arrogant<BR> stupidity.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle0"> *<SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle13">*</SPAN><SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle14">*</SPAN><BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle0"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle1"> Randy and Greggory...<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle1"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle11"> Most of the time, when Greggory went for a walk, or did something else outside of<BR> his quarters, the one who accompanied him was Randy. And it was not much of a<BR> matter of coincidence either; Greggory was careful to schedule such wandering<BR> excursions for times when Kiss was <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle7">not </SPAN>guarding him.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> Randy was good company. Conversing with him was a pastime that Greggory<BR> found surprisingly enjoyable. He had never thought of himself as being someone who<BR> would have something to say to a soldier, but as it turned out, with Randy, there was<BR> little noticing that he was a career military man. Randy didn't talk about himself so<BR> much in terms of what he had done as he did about where he had been, what he had<BR> seen, the people he had met, and what he had learned of other cultures.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle10"> One day, a rambling tour of the grounds found them on the upper-most observation<BR> deck of the northeastern tower. From there, they could see all the neighboring hills,<BR> gently sloping domes of green, and beyond, fields, those cultivated and not, contrasting<BR> against each other like squares on a checkerboard, stretching off to the horizon. In the<BR> far, far distance, there were storm clouds, lying on the ground like a swollen bruise.<BR> The tops of those clouds were flickering, blazing blue-white every now and again, and a<BR> sound, like a big cat purring, came rolling off them after each pulse.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle15"> &#34;When I was at the end of my second tour in Vietnam,&#34; Randy said, out of the blue.<BR> His eyes were on the clouds; way off, and dreamy looking. &#34;I was going through a<BR> newly captured village with my troop. We'd been tipped off to the fact that the village<BR> was a cover for the VC. Apparently, it was some kind of security leak inside the<BR> village that got the information through to us; and apparently the VC found out about<BR> that leak the same time as we did. By the time we got there, they'd already moved out.<BR> But as a punishment on the villagers, they'd killed all the women before they left.<BR> They'd killed all the women, and then set all the farms on fire.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;I swear, you've never seen a sight as pitiful as that. You've never seen people so<BR> beat down and broken as that. Their families had been broken up, their means of life<BR> had been destroyed. I remember walking through that village, with all those haunted<BR> faces looking out from the shadows under the doorways, and all those eyes... All those<BR> people. Hating us. Because we were the ones who had brought it on them. No use<BR> trying to deny any of that. We <SPAN CLASS="iltextstyle7">were</SPAN> the cause.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle15"> &#34;I got to the far side of the village, though, and there were three young guys. Our<BR> boys. They looked barely old enough to enlist; didn't even need to shave more than<BR> once a week yet. Two of 'em were throwing baseballs out to some of the village<BR> children, who were running around in a field. It wasn't a field for crops or anything, so<BR> it was still mostly intact. Full of grass and weeds about knee high. The third of those<BR> boys was just standing there, like he was studying something. He was smoking a<BR> cigarette. His eyes were all squinted down like he was concentrating real hard, but all<BR> he was doing was just standing there, watching those children in the field.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;I watched them for a time. It seemed like a real break from the war. Something<BR> normal. Home-feeling. Just a couple of young GI's playing catch with some kids. I<BR> never stopped to think about why they were doing it. I never stopped to wonder about<BR> why their aim was so far off. Why they made those kids chase after so many bad<BR> throws.&#34; Randy stopped then. He turned to face Greggory. &#34;You know what they<BR> were doing?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> Greggory shook his head. &#34;No.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle2"> &#34;They were checking to see if the field was mined.&#34; Randy paused to let that sink<BR> in.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;That's terrible. Was it?&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle8"> &#34;It was. But it never occurred to me how they figured it out. Not until later. I<BR> didn't see anything while I was watching. You know I would have stopped them if I'd<BR> known what they were doing.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Terrible,&#34; Greggory said again.<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle5"> &#34;What I learned that day, is that death isn't just. It doesn't know any fair play.<BR> Here I was, in a war, making death on purpose, or so I figured. But my bullets hit the<BR> enemy and the civilians alike. And when fields were burned, it wasn't just the enemy<BR> that went without food, starving. And when I went safely through a minefield, it meant<BR> somebody had been sacrificed so I could know where to step. None of that was<BR> purposeful. None of that was just. It was random.&#34;<BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> <BR> </DIV> <DIV CLASS="parastyle3"> &#34;Hmm,&#34; said Greggory. 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