"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, 34; Siobhan Stuart, 33 in story, 16 in flashback; Kavan Stuart, 7; Arial Stuart, 6; Kerry Stuart, 2
Grandpa Stuart, 64; Grandma Stuart, 62
Nicholas Stamapoulas, 15 in flashback; Sebastian Stamapoulas, 17 in flashback
TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart
(KIERAN)
Siobhan and I went to bed as soon as the kids were settled for the night. Kerry had skipped his mid-day nap and he zonked out while I was reading to him. Kavan and Arial weren’t quite ready for bed and I told them to do whatever they wanted to as long as they did it quietly.
Siobhan and I were close together in bed. She was propped up on pillows with the blanket and quilt pulled up to her waist. I was lying against her with the side of my face between her breasts. Even with her flannel nightgown between us, I loved to feel the softness and warmth of her.
We were doing my second-best most favorite thing in bed with each other – talking quietly and being close to each other.
“Did you enjoy the weekend with my parents?” I asked.
“I always do, Kieran,” Siobhan answered. “They’re wonderful people. I do wish they wouldn’t spoil our three kids so much, though. They let them get away with everything.”
“Aw, come on, Siobhan, that’s the way grandparents are supposed to be, isn’t it? We have all the responsibilities of raising them. All they have to do is love them and enjoy them.”
“I suppose so. I know they love Kavan and Arial but Kerry’s got your mother wrapped around his little finger. Did you see the look on her face when he was in her lap and he put his little face between her breasts and sort of sniffed a couple of times and then closed his eyes and hugged up against her?”
“What’s wrong with that? He loves your breasts too. I’ve seen you lots of times holding him against your breasts and then sitting there quiet and dreamy-eyed. Matter of fact, I like it when you hold me like that.”
“I like it too, Kieran, but I wonder what your mother would think if she saw me holding Kerry like that when I don’t have any clothes on. He loves to put his hand on my breast and play with my nipple when we’re quiet like that. Sometimes he still likes to suck on it a little. She’d probably think that’s something horrible.”
“I like to do the same thing with you. There’s nothing horrible about it. Can I do it now?”
“If you want to.”
I leaned away from her and managed to unbutton, rather awkwardly, enough of her nightgown to expose her breasts. I played Kerry and put my face between then, sniffed a couple of times, and then closed my eyes and hugged up against her. She put her hand on my cheek and let her fingers slide softly up and down.
“Did I ever tell you I love you?” I asked.
“I think so. You can tell me again.”
“I do love you, Siobhan. When you hold me against you like this and I know you want me to be here, my heart feels like it’s overflowing. That’s love, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so. It is nice, isn’t it?”
“Uh, huh.”
“What were you and your father laughing about when you came back from your walk?”
“What? I don’t remember.”
“You know, when you and Grandpa and the boys came back from your walk along the creek, when you came upstairs into the kitchen. Your Mother and Arial and I were fixing dinner.”
“Oh, that. It’s nothing. It’s a guy thing.”
“You can’t tell me?”
“Uh, uh.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to turn over and go to sleep. Are you finished?”
“Wait! What do I get if I tell you?”
“I don’t know. What do you want?”
“You know what I want.”
“Well, you might get that.”
“It was just something Dad always did with me and Alan when he took us fishing.”
“Tell me and I’ll open my nightgown again.
“Alan and I always loved to go fishing with Dad. It’s probably because he didn’t act like a father and didn’t treat us like kids. It was just like we were all three equals, kidding each other, cussing, swimming when the water was warm enough, most of the time skinny dipping, getting into water fights, and stuff like that. Sometimes Dad would get us to stand in front of him in the water. He’d duck his head under water, feel down our legs, and come up with his hands under our feet. We’d go flying and come down in a cannon-ball splash. Sometimes, he’d help us climb up on his shoulders and we’d dive off.”
“But you didn’t go swimming with Kavan and Kerry at the creek, did you?”
“No, but we did something Alan and I used to do with Dad. Even Kerry did it. It’s just a little ritual we went through every time we went fishing with Dad. We usually drove about a half hour or so from home to the spot where Dad liked to fish. Once we got there, we’d park and walk down to the rocks on the riverbank. We’d line up with Dad in the middle and Alan on one side, me on the other. Dad would always say the same thing: ‘I’ve got to PEE,’ with an emphasis on the last word. We’d all unzip, pull out our dicks, and let fly. Some times we’d try to see who could piss the farthest. Then when we finished and were zipping our pants, Dad would always say something about how great it was to be a man and to take a good hot piss on such a fine day.”
“That’s why you didn’t want to take Arial, isn’t it?”
“I guess so. When Dad suggested we go for a walk, he leaned over and whispered ‘I’ve got to pee,’ in my ear. I guess he was remembering the way it was when he took us fishing. Maybe he wanted me to remember it so I’d do it with Kavan and Kerry.”
“Why? Was it some sort of father-son thing? Do guys do stuff like that when they go fishing?”
“I don’t know about other guys. When we were going down the hill, Dad asked me if I remembered the time I’d tried to show him and Alan up when we did it.”
“What did you do?”
“On one trip, I decided I’d show off when we went through the ritual. I was about fourteen then and always doing something dumb. I drank a quart of water before we left. On the trip, I started getting those urges that say GO PEE and I was determined I was going to hold it until we stopped. I was squirming enough to cause Alan to notice but, when he asked what was wrong, I just smiled and replied nothing. When we got lined up and Dad said the magic words, I whipped out my dick and let fly. Dad and Alan started too and then finished about the same time. I kept pissing and they both turned to look at me. I started whistling and kept pissing. It seemed like another minute before I finished. When I did, I calmly milked my dick down and shook it to get the last drops off.”
“That’s it?”
“Not quite. You’ve got to say the right words. I looked at the two of them and said in a loud voice, ‘It’s great to be a man and take a good hot piss on a beautiful spring day like this.’”
“What did your father have to say about your performance?”
“He just smiled, ruffled my hair, and called me a little squirt. I couldn’t resist piping up again. I said ‘No, me no little squirt! Dad biggest squirt. Alan next biggest squirt, me big squirt too!’ When we got ready to leave, Dad called both of us to him. He wrapped one arm around me and one around Alan, pulled both of us close to him, and kissed us on our cheeks. I could tell he was choked up when he said ‘I’ll remember this day as long as I live. I’ve never tried to hide how much I love your mother, but sometimes I may not remember to show how much I love my boys. Don’t you ever forget that I do.’”
“So that’s what you and your father did with Kavan and Kerry when you went for a walk?”
“Yeah, you remember when I told you about Allison and what we did in the Indian cave?”
“Yes, little tomboy Allison.”
“Well, we walked up the creek to that area where the rock outcropping is, where the cave is. You’ve been there. Remember the huge rock shelf I showed you, the one that overhangs the creek, where I told you I liked to fish?”
“I remember.”
“We lined up on the shelf, with Kavan and Kerry between us. When Dad said ‘I’ve got to pee,’ Kavan piped up, ‘me too,’ just like he knew what was going on. I pulled Kerry’s pants down so he could get to his dick and held his hand while we lined up beside Dad and Kavan. When Dad let lose, Kavan did too. Kerry was watching me so I let fly too, and then damned if he didn’t start peeing too. He’s a real pisser. I think he was trying for distance. When he started giggling, Dad did too and he infected Kavan and that got to me.”
“Do you think that’s something you ought to be teaching your boys, Kieran?”
“You’re damned right, I do. I told you, it’s a guy thing. There’s nothing better than pissing in the creek with your father and your sons.”
“You don’t think it’s silly?”
“Hell, no. When we got through, Dad said the same words he always said with Alan and me. ‘It’s great to be a man and to take a good hot piss on a beautiful spring day like this.’ Then when we started back, he asked Kavan to repeat what he’d said. Kavan did and Dad told him that he had to remember that so he could teach his sons.”
“Tell me some more about your parents, what it was like when you were growing up. Were they as loving with each other when you were a kid as they are now?”
“Well, they weren’t as open about things as we are with our kids. They’d never talk about the specifics of their love life but they sure as hell didn’t go out of their way to hide anything. Mom would sit in Dad’s lap sometimes when he was reading and start kissing him. I mean, open mouth, like teenagers, and they let us kids see them do it. Dad would grab Mom in the kitchen and pull her up against him. He’d lean on the counter, put his hands on her ass, and she’d go sort of dreamy eyed while he whispered something to her. And I’d be sittin’ there eatin’ breakfast before school - with a hard-on.”
“You say they were open in showing their love for each other - around you kids? Tell me something you remember, an example.”
“I remember a good one. Once while the three of us kids were still at home, we went for a walk down below the house while the creek was in flood. We took off our sneakers when we saw we were going to get muddy. When we went back to the house, we used the hose behind the house to wash off our feet."
"When we went to the kitchen door, the door was open, and, on the other side of the screen door, our parents were so wrapped up in each other, they didn’t see us. Mom was leaning back against a kitchen counter with her legs spread. Dad was standing close to her, between her legs. His white robe was open in front and Mom’s hands were doing something down between them. Her dress was pulled up part way and unbuttoned down part of the front."
"Kara motioned for us to go back down the steps and around the corner of the house. When we were all out of sight, she said in a loud voice, ‘Don’t get that mud on me.’ Alan and I caught on and started talking too. When we went back to the kitchen door this time, Mom and Dad were still close but Dad’s robe and Mom’s dress were closed. When we were all in the kitchen, Dad looked at us and said, ‘You could’ve come on in the first time. We were just getting warmed up.' Kara said, ‘You looked pretty hot to me. You two need to get a room.'"
"Mom took Dad’s hand and said, ‘That’s a great idea. The ham comes out of the oven at five-thirty. You can set the table but if we’re not down by six, you can eat without us.’ And we watched as she led him up the stairs, with a big bulge in the front of his robe.”
“Were they open and honest in teaching you about sex?” Siobhan asked. “Were they like we’re trying to be?”
“I suppose so. They would never answer specific questions about their sex life, what they did with each other. They made us keep our questions generalized but they answered them with the best they could. There were times when all five of us were together and one of us kids would bring up a sexual topic. Mom might answer with her viewpoint. Or maybe Dad would. Sometimes, they’d disagree and then argue it out in front of us. But mostly, Alan and I took our questions to Dad, especially when we went somewhere together, like on our fishing trips.”
“When we buy a house, are you going to want a place to work on cars like your Dad does? I’ve known him about, what, eight years now, and he’s always got an old car or truck he’s working on.”
“I’d love to be able to do that. One of these days, I’d like to take your little Beamer and fix it up. I’d love to save it and give it to one of our kids.”
“That’s my car, Kieran,” she said. “You gave it to me when we married and we traded in my old wreck on a new one for you. I love that car.”
“Me too, but it’s showing a lot of wear and tear. I’d like to try to make it like new again.”
“Well, just don’t ask me to give it up right now.”
“Some day, I hope I can buy you a new one, another BMW. I’d love for you to have a brand-new car that nobody else has ever driven.”
“Silly, I don’t need a new car.”
“I don’t care. I love you and I want to give you one.”
“When you told me about Alison - What were you, thirteen then? – you told me he and another man worked on that Studebaker Advantage. Did you and Alan work on cars with him when you were little or just when you started thinking about driving?”
“Studebaker Avanti!”
“What?”
“The car – it was a Studebaker Avanti, not Advantage.”
“That’s not a word.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s Italian. I think it is.”
“How do you guys know all those car names, anyway?”
“I don’t but Dad did teach me and Alan how to do lots of stuff on cars. They bought the house about a year after I was born, I think. Originally it had just a one-car garage in the basement. They added the two-car garage on the side a few years later. That’s when Dad started using the basement one to fool around with cars. He was a civil engineer for years but he moved into management positions by the time I was six. His job was white collar then. I think he loved to work on cars just so he could get his hands dirty.”
“And his little boys just loved to get dirty too.”
“Yeah, Alan and I both learned to love working on cars well before we could even drive legally - Dad let me drive for the first time when I was thirteen. We’ve spent more hours than I could count working with him. It wasn’t unusual for someone to come to the basement and find all three of us in filthy overalls and covered with grease and dirt.”
“I’ll bet your mother didn’t care much for that.”
“No, no, she really approved of it. She knew where Dad was and where we were. She encouraged us to work together. She’d bring us something cold to drink when the weather was hot. Besides, we knew the rules. We never wore good clothes and we had those overalls that got washed about once a month. Dad installed that big basement shower so we could bathe before going upstairs. We kept terry-cloth robes down there so we could go upstairs clean.”
“You three showered together?”
“We did that from the time I was a child too small to remember until I left home for college. Even after that, I’d go home and help Dad and we’d still shower together. Alan and I both loved to do it. I still do.”
“So you three were OK being naked around each other,” she said.
“Oh, yes. I think I can remember when I was about four or five and my father used to bathe me. The thing that makes me remember is that he always used to pull back the foreskin on my penis and wash it carefully. He had a standard joke he said every time he did it. ‘Remember to wash behind your ears.’ Even later when I was older and washing myself, he’d say that to me or my brother. All three of use would laugh and pull back our foreskins and wash.”
“I noticed your father wasn’t circumcised. So many women I know, they and their husbands, they just seem to think all little babies should be circumcised. Why weren’t you?”
“I don’t know. Dad was left natural and he stood the doctors down that nobody would do it to his sons.”
“Did you ever talk to your father about it?”
“Yeah, after I noticed that some kids had a dick that looked like it had been mutilated. I asked Dad why it was done. He told me that some were done for stupid religious reasons and some were done because the doctors mistakenly believed it was better for males. He said if I always remembered to wash behind my ears, I’d have no problems and wouldn’t cause any for anyone else. I still remember how he told me someday I’d come to him and say ‘Thanks, Dad.’ And then he added that when I started having sex with women, they’d probably feel the same way.”
“So that’s why you’ve always told Kavan and Kerry to remember to wash behind their ears, when you mean to wash under their foreskin? And he’s right; I do feel the same way. You can tell him thanks, Dad.”
“I already have. One night, when we all three came up from the basement in our robes, Mom was in the kitchen and she asked if we had a good shower. I piped up, ‘Sure did, Mom. I even remembered to wash behind my ears.’”
“Did she know what you meant?”
“She never looked up from what she was doing. Just said, ‘That’s good, Son, I’m sure all your lady loves will appreciate that.’ I remember blushing and looking at Dad. He was pretending to look at something on the ceiling but I saw the smile on his face.”
“When are we going to start looking for a new house?” Siobhan asked.
“I check the paper every week. When you’re ready, we’ll try to decide what we want and we’ll talk to a realtor.”
“Well, I’d like one with a basement like your parents’ house but I don’t want one with two floors. I don’t see how your mother stood it, running up and down those stairs, with three kids to take care of. I’d like to have the bedrooms on the same floor as all the living areas.”
“And I’d like one a little farther out of town, where we’ve got some room and some trees like my parent’s house. It would be great if we could find one on the top of a hill with a creek behind it so nobody could build there. Alan and I loved the creek behind our parents’ house. We did lots of skinny dipping there.”
“If we get one with a basement, do you want a big basement shower like the one at your parents’ house?” Siobhan asked me, with a big smile.
“Yeah, that would be nice.”
I knew what she was getting at. When my father and I had come back up the hill with from our walk with Kavan and Kerry, he’d asked me if I’d like to shower before we ate. We were all a little muddy and dirty but it wasn’t anything that wouldn’t have brushed off. I knew he wanted to and I did too. We stripped the boys and then ourselves and then played in the shower a little too noisily. Arial came down the stairs to see if she could shower with us.
“I think Arial felt sort of abandoned, when you left her and took the boys to the creek. When she heard all of you in the shower, she almost cried to join you.”
“You shouldn’t have sent her to ask my permission. You know she can use those blue eyes on me and wrinkle up her nose and I’ll do anything she asks. I never expected Mom to do what she did, though.”
“I tried to talk Arial out of asking you. I was afraid your Mom wouldn’t like it but she was there in the kitchen. She asked Arial if she did that at home and when she said she did, Grandma said to just let her go ahead.”
“But what caused my mother to do what she did?” I asked.
“I don’t know. She heard Kavan and Arial and Kerry squealing and giggling. That’s when she took me by the hand and asked if we could go sit on the steps and watch.”
“It’s been a long time since she’s done anything like that. Alan and I never tried to hide from Kara and Mom but we weren’t really nude around each other much. They might come down in the basement while we were showering but they gradually stopped when Alan started developing.”
“You and you father had your backs turned to the stairs. Arial saw us. I’m surprised she didn’t tell you we were behind you.”
“I had no idea you two were there. I don’t guess Dad did either.”
“Well, we sat and watched the five of you for a few minutes and then your mother got up, began to strip off, and said to me, ‘Come on, I’ve wanted to do things like this all my life and I’m not getting any younger.’ I don’t know who was more surprised - you or your father.”
“Did you notice when my father turned around with his back to you? He had a semi-woody.”
“It looked more like a real boner to me. I saw it. Yours is just like his.”
“I guess that’s why he turned one shower to cold and then got under it. He probably didn’t want Mom to see how he reacted to you.”
“She saw it too. She told me later. She didn’t mind, just told me to think of it as a compliment.”
“Can you feel me complimenting you?”
“Is that what it is? It’s hardly a compliment.”
“You’re going to get it if y0u wise off again.”
“Why don’t they ever come to the cabin, not with the whole group, but just with our family and Alan’s and Kara’s? They know about it, don’t they?”
“Sure, they know a big bunch of us get together once in a while. I didn’t think they knew about us going skinny dipping and running around naked. It surprised the hell out of me when Mom said something about it.”
“Arial started talking about it when you were down at the creek with your father and the boys. Your Mom wasn’t surprised. She said Kara had told her years ago. When she started asking me questions about it, I couldn’t help but tell her all about it.”
“You just told her what goes on and it’s nothing to be ashamed about. I’m happy with the group and all the kids. I guess that’s why I spoke up too quickly and invited them to join us one weekend. I don’t think they would’ve even considered it if Kavan and Arial hadn’t started begging them too. I’m going to talk to Alan and Kara and get them to discuss it with their families. I think everybody will be for it, especially the five other grandkids. I told Grandma and Grandpa they could keep their clothes on at the cabin or not. But you know they’ll give in when eight grandkids start working on them. I think if we do it, we’d better just let it be a family thing, nobody else except direct family.”
“I hope so. It would be great to have all of your family there, just one big family, seeing everybody playing at the creek, naked, acting silly. It’s a lot of fun.”
“Yeah, it is. Just think, someday, we can do it with our kids and grandkids. Wonder how many grandkids we’ll have.”
We were both quiet then. I was remembering all the wonderful times I had enjoyed with my family and how lucky I was to have been raised the way I was. At the same time, I as wondering what it would be like in twenty years when we were grandparents.
Siobhan finally said, “I’ve got to PEE too.”
When she came back, I gave her a couple of minutes to get warm again and then I slid my hand up under her nightgown. She parted her legs slightly without me asking.
“I’m not ready to go to sleep yet. How about telling me a story? I asked.”
“I’m not as good at that as you are,” she answered. “My imagination is just not like yours.”
“Oh, come on, Siobhan, just use something you really did and fuck around with it a little. Like that summer you spent with your parents in Greece. I bet you got fucked then. Did you get it Greek style? Did your gyros come in your pita with tzatziki sauce?”
She had to stop and think about that for a while.
“Are you trying to say my pussy is a pita?”
“No. Don’t you know what P-I-T-A stands for? There’s a manager at work who’s always called that behind his back.”
“OK, smarty, what does it stand for?”
“Pain In The Ass.”
“Kieran, sometimes I can’t make these connections the way you do. Pain in the ass. Greek style. And then you talk about food.”
“Well, I was just thinking something else good to eat, except for you.”
“Do you want a story or not?”
“Yeah, but just get right to the dirty parts. Condense the parts where there’s no fucking.”
“If it weren’t for fucking and eating, you’d have no reason to exist.”
“I know. But tell me the story. And I want just the fucks, M’am, just the fucks.”
“Yes, Sergeant Friday, are you sure you don’t want to hear about the Greek food we ate and the wine we drank?”
“Sure, I’m always a sucker for something good to eat.”
(SIOBHAN)
“You know my father is a college professor with a reputation in Roman and Greek art, especially frescos and those images made with little tiles. He was one of a team that went to Greece to try to preserve a mosaic found in an old building, one that had been used as a goat barn for centuries. It was originally a temple. I was sixteen that summer. My mom and I and my younger brother, Brian, went with him for the summer. I think Brian was 14 then.”
“Did Brian get a little pussy that summer?”
“No, Kieran, he got a lot of pussy. Be good. Do you want me to tell this or not?”
“OK, OK, I’ll be good. It’s hard to be good.”
I knew the Mae West response, “It’s got to be hard to be good.”
“It’s almost hard now, Siobhan.”
“I can feel that, Kieran. Now, for the last time, do you want a story?”
“Yeah, I guess so. A little tale first, then a little tail later.”
“What? Oh, you’re naughty.”
“Yeah, I try. Tell the story.”
“We stayed with a Greek teacher and his wife who had a villa close to the research site. They had three children, Nicholas was fifteen, Sebastian, seventeen, and their sister, Ekaterina, was twenty-one. She’d been married but she left her husband and came back home because he abused her. Brian and I played with their three kids all summer.”
“OK,” Kieran said, “tell me about the eating first and then the fucking.”
“One of their grandmothers lived with them and prepared dinner every night. You’d have loved eating her cooking. Everything she fixed was traditional Greek food. Most nights we had something that came out of the Mediterranean. Every night the entrée was fish, chicken, or lamb. I didn’t taste beef all summer and never missed it. Ekaterina helped her most nights and I tried to help too.”
“Is that where you learned to make such good moussaka and dolmades? What was so good about theirs?”
“Yiayia raised her own herbs and she’d get me or Ekaterina to pick what she wanted for the night meal. They had a couple of lemon trees and she used them in cooking most everything. Same thing with the dolmades; she’d ask one of us to pick her some fresh grape leaves when she fixed it. Everything was like that – made with fresh stuff. She almost never opened a can.”
“Who’s yiayia?” Kieran asked.
“It’s Greek for grandmother. That’s what everybody called her so we did too.”
“Did they have good wine too?”
“They bottled their own. We had it at least twice a day. We usually had milk and coffee with breakfast and then wine with lunch and dinner.”
“Got a little buzz on twice a day, did you?”
“No, Kieran. The wine was just part of a meal. Sometimes yiayia would mix it with water. Sometimes she’d fix it like sangria with lemon and oranges. We never drank ice water. It was always just cool, maybe with lemon or mint in it. I loved all the fresh mint.”
“Was Ekaterina dark and stacked and sexy? I don’t know what Greek women are like except what I’ve seen in movies.”
“Some Greeks do have dark skin and hair, maybe most of them. Some are fair and blond. I don’t think I saw another redhead all summer.”
“What were the boys like? I’ll bet they were sexy little satyrs, weren’t they?”
“Yes, they were. Nicholas and Sebastian were both tall and thin and still looked like boys. They were browned from the sun and so cute my panties got drenched the first time I saw them.”
“I love drenched panties, especially with tzatziki sauce,” Kieran said without opening his eyes. “Now tell me about all the fucking you did.”
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Nicholas got to me first. He took me to a secluded beach that the local kids used. We had to climb down an almost-vertical cliff side to a little beach that couldn’t be seen from above. He said the boys who came there swam in the nude. He couldn’t talk me into trying that but I did agree to go topless. When I got in the water, I scratched my leg on some sort of seashell on the side of a rock. I got out of the water and the scratch was burning and painful. Nicholas volunteered to clean it the way the boys did when they got scratched – with his mouth. He put his mouth on my thigh and licked the scratch clean. I got so hot I didn’t resist when he moved up to my crotch, pulled my bikini bottom to one side and started using his tongue on my cunt. I think he could have shucked an oyster with his tongue. After I had one orgasm that way, he pulled his briefs and mine off and lowered himself between my legs. His cock was long and slim and he knew how to use it.
“I love raw oysters, with hot sauce,” Kieran said.
Sebastian got to me next. He took me dancing at one of the local clubs where his friends congregated. After a few hours of Greek dancing, ouzo and some other stuff to drink, and the warm summer night, I was ready for almost anything. On the walk back to the villa, Sebastian pulled me into an alcove in a stone wall and kissed me. Within a few minutes, he had my breasts and his cock out. Then my panties came off and his pants dropped down. He took me standing up, slipping another long slim cock into my cunt, and pounding away. We were both panting and sweaty. When he shoved his dick in to the hilt and I felt him come, I came so hard I almost broke his dick off.
After that, I tried to keep anyone from knowing when I was fucking them, one after the other. Since I roomed with their sister and Brian roomed with Nicholas and Sebastian, it wasn’t long before the secret got out. One afternoon, the five of us were down in an old wine cellar sampling some of the family’s own. The cellar was really ancient, walled with logs that had washed up over two hundred years ago. The boys were showing me some of the original names and dates carved on the logs. Everyone else was gone and would be gone until late that night. Ekatarina asked what Nicholas and Sebastian and I would think if she and Brian went to her room and the two boys and I stayed in the cellar. I was surprised since I was pretty sure my brother was a virgin. When I asked him, he admitted it and then said Ekatarina had agreed to help him get over that.
“’Anyway, it’s not fair for the three of you to be getting all you want,” Brian said, “and Ekatarina isn’t getting any and I’ve never had any.’”
I looked at Nicholas and Sebastian and asked which one had talked about what we’d been doing. Ekaterina answered that they both had, as they always did. So she told my brother and suggested that the two of them could both benefit from some private time together.
We all agreed and Ekatarina and my brother went to her room. The boys and I stayed in the wine cellar. It had a bed constructed in an alcove in one corner, with rough blankets thrown over it.
The three of us stood in the center of the wine cellar. I was warm and woozy with the wine in spite of the coolness in the cellar. I was uncertain what I was getting into or maybe what was getting into me. Nicholas looked from me to his brother and whispered a few words in Greek. Sebastian immediately took charge. He pointed to Nicholas and spoke to me: “Undress him.”
I went to Nicholas, unbuttoned his shirt, and stripped it off his shoulders. When I unbuttoned his shorts, I could see the bulge of his cock pressing against the fabric, already half hard. When I pulled them down, his long slim cock sprang out at me, lifting its head, foreskin retracting, all so quickly that I was afraid for a moment of what we were about to do. Nicholas also seemed a little hesitant. I kneeled in front of him, held his cock straight toward me, and took the head in my mouth. I sucked on it, pulling down on the skin around the base and using my tongue on the area just under the head. When I stood up and took his cock in my hand, it was completely hard and engorged, blue veins standing out along the shaft.
Sebastian put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around: “Now me.”
I quickly stripped him too, watching a repeat performance as his cock sprang to erection. I looked from one to the other, comparing their cocks. When I said something about them being the same size, Nicholas said no they weren’t and pulled his foreskin out about an inch over the head of his penis.
I thought they’d at least help me get undressed but they just waited, Sebastian leaning against the wall, Nicholas sitting on the side of the bed. I had to take my own clothes off. When I took my wet panties off, I threw them at Nicholas. They stuck to his face.
“I love wet panties, especially with tzatziki sauce,” Kieran said, his eyes still closed.
“I know, love, that’s why I stuck that little lie in, just for you.”
Sebastian stood up beside the bed and said a few words to Nicholas in Greek. In English, he told me to get on the bed. Nicholas immediately moved to the center of the bed, on his back. His cock extended back up toward his navel, lifted an inch or so over his stomach.
“Fuck him,” Sebastian said from behind me.
I moved over Nicholas, one knee on each side of his stomach, my hands on his chest. I looked down at him, into his eyes, while I reached under for his cock. He gasped a little when I took it into me. I stopped well before all of his cock was in my cunt, closed my eyes, and contracted my muscles around it. I heard Nicholas breathing in again through his mouth. He put his hands on my hips and I felt him thrust gently upwards.
Slowly, I began to move up and down, concentrating on the movement of our bodies. For a few minutes, I floated in the unconscious flow of our fucking, my eyes closed, feeling his cock filling my cunt to its depth each time I pressed down against his stomach. When I pressed downward harder, trying to take in all of his cock, I could feel the head pressing against my cervix.
I remembered that Sebastian was also present and wondered where he was. I opened my eyes and saw him standing beside the bed, looking at where Nicholas’ cock was hidden. He held his own cock in his right hand, slowly stroking it. He caught my eyes and smiled wickedly at me.
I closed my eyes again, thinking “Let him watch, then,” and returned to Nicholas. He held me still over him, hands on my hips, while he thrust upward into me, long slow ins until the base of the shaft disappeared in my pubic hair, and outs until just the head was barely within the inner lips of my cunt.
Then I felt other hands on my hips, not just Nicholas’ hands, four hands now. Sebastian was on the bed behind me; he moved closer until the front of his thighs were against the back of mine and his hard cock was against my buttocks. His hands slid down and under to my breasts, cupping then, fingers and thumbs playing with my nipples. I realized that there was another opening just where his cock was pressing and I felt a touch of fear that he might attempt to use it. I almost dismissed the idea as ridiculous but then I remembered a romance novel I had read in which a man made love to a woman and ‘used her in the Greek way.’ I had wondered then what that meant. Now I knew and I wanted it but was afraid of it at the same time.
Then Nicholas stopped his thrusts and pushed me upwards until his cock came out. Immediately, Sebastian guided his cock into me, again filling me, and pressed me downward until I lay flat on Nicholas’ stomach. His cock was a hot rigid pressure against my clitoris and pubic bone. Sebastian’s cock was hot and hard in my cunt.
Sebastian was still for a few seconds, holding me sandwiched between his body and that of his brother. Then he rose up on his knees behind me, hands still on my hips pulling me up, and began to move, giving me the same slow in and out, gradually growing harder and faster, until he was slapping against my thighs and I could feel the impact of his testicles as they swung against me.
I heard him whisper one Greek word and then he pulled out. Nicholas’ hands took charge, lifting me slightly, while he probed blindly with the head of his cock for my cunt. I was about to help when he found the right spot and then he was in to the hilt, slowly thrusting.
A minute or so later, I was handed off again and Sebastian was slamming his cock into me.
Then Nicholas again.
And Sebastian.
And Nicholas.
I was completely lost in the red heat of their shared fucking, knowing that they could do whatever they wanted with me and I would accept it. I lost track of whose cock was in me.
Finally my own body took charge. I began to come and instinctively pressed downward against Nicholas, realizing that it was his cock in me. I moaned out loud as a strong series of contractions gripped me, my cunt squeezing around the base of Nicholas’ cock. Nicholas held me tight against his chest, his mouth whispering something in my ear, until it was all over.
He said something to his brother and again pushed me up and back. I felt Sebastian’s hands back on my hips and his cock probing for my cunt.
Nicholas moved up to the top of the bed. I felt his wet cock sliding upward on my stomach, between my breasts, beneath my chin. I felt his thighs framing my head and his hands under my chin, gently lifting it until his cock was at my mouth. I opened my mouth and started sucking on it.
Sebastian waited until Nicholas was settled to resume his movement. Again, he started slowly, with long easy thrusts, probing, pushing, and burying his cock totally within me. Gradually, he increased his speed, slamming against me until the slapping noise was clearly audible. My cunt felt like it was on fire.
Nicholas was also clearly enjoying what I was doing to the head of his cock with my mouth. He moaned each time I circled the rim with my tongue and then sucked on it as hard as I could. I wondered which one of them would come first and, if Nicholas, what I would do if he came in my mouth.
Just then, Sebastian came, in jerky violent thrusts. I could feel the muscular contractions in his cock that sent his semen flying against my cervix. I even seemed to feel the hot wet discharge filling me but I knew it was impossible to distinguish his wetness from my own.
Sebastian scared me when he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back sharply, forcing my mouth to abandon Nicholas’ cock. “Fuck her, Nick,” he commanded, and immediately began to rearrange our bodies.
Sebastian was sitting on the side of the bed. Nicholas was on top of me, inside me, his eyes locked on mine. His cock made squishing noises, moving in and out of the combined wetness of Sebastian’s semen and my lubrication. I couldn’t distinguish his cock from Sebastian’s. Finally I could feel my body trembling and I locked my arms around Nicholas’ chest. A minute more and I lifted my legs and locked them around his waist, my ankles crossed, and my heels pressing down on his ass. With one last thrust, he buried all of his cock in my cunt. I felt an orgasm begin and I wasn’t sure whose orgasm it was.
“Hot tzatziki sauce,” Kieran interrupted. “A double cream pie! Did one of the boys eat it?”
“Don’t be nasty, Kieran. Not everybody likes it like you do.”
Nicholas collapsed off me, his back against the wall beside the bed. Sebastian stretched out beside me, on the other side. The three of us lay in a confused tangle, all still breathing harder than normal, six legs, six arms wound together with no self-consciousness about who was touching whom. I felt one hand moving over my breasts and another cupped over my cunt, one finger lazily probing the wet lips. I could feel their combined semen oozing out of my cunt and down the crack of my ass. I searched with both hands and found their cocks, wet and slippery with our juices, both softer now but still engorged.
I looked at the brothers in turn. Both had their eyes closed. I knew that if I closed mine, I might sleep. I let myself float again, this time in the darkness behind my eyelids.
I was awakened by Nicholas, his arm reaching across my stomach, his hand gently pulling on my hip. When I turned sleepily to face him, I felt his cock, hot and hard again, pressed against my belly. He brought one finger up to my lips, signaling me to be quiet. I wondered if Sebastian was still asleep.
Nicholas reached down behind my thigh and slowly, furtively pulled my leg upward and over his body. At the same time, he slid downward on the bed, trailing the head of his cock through my pubic hair and between my legs. I felt the smooth head pushing, probing, and trying blindly to find the opening between the lips of my cunt. I reached down with one hand and held his cock while he pushed upward. I rubbed the head back and forth, feeling my inner lips separating, and the hot fluids of our previous fucking coating my fingers and the head of his cock. He pressed upward again and half the length of his cock slid easily into me.
He pushed downward on my leg, straightening it, while at the same time pulling me tighter against him. We were face to face, my breasts pressed against his chest, my stomach against his, and my legs against his. One of his arms was under my neck, curved around, hand against my back. The other held me by the hip. In this position, I knew his cock couldn’t penetrate deeply into me. His back was against the wall behind him. With me in front and so little room for movement, I wondered what he wanted. Then slowly, oh so slowly, he began to move his hips, no more then an inch or so. I closed my eyes again, already carried away just by feeling the head of his cock sliding just between the lips of my cunt.
Then Sebastian spooned up against my back. He slid one hand down between my stomach and his brothers’, searching for my cunt or Nicholas’ cock. He curved his hand around his brother’s cock and moved it slowly back and forth. Then he traced down the shaft until he felt the lips of my cunt around it. He dipped one finger down into the juices flowing out of me and then sought out my clitoris. At the same time that he started gently stroking my clitoris, Nicholas resumed his lazy thrusts into me. Within a minute or so, I was lost again, aware only of hard cock and cunt and finger.
I could feel my orgasm gathering strength, getting ready to explode, and I involuntarily tightened the muscles in my legs and buttocks. Perhaps Sebastian understood my body’s language because he suddenly guided his cock between my thighs. I started to say something but Nicholas pulled me even tighter against him, his mouth open against mine, his tongue probing between my lips above, just as his cock probed between my lips below. I relaxed against Nicholas, surrendering to whatever he wanted.
I could still feel Sebastian moving around behind me, the head of his cock rubbing against me and against Nicholas’ cock.
Nicholas held me tightly against him still, his mouth on mine. I felt Sebastian stretch out behind me again, moving, positioning himself. I wondered what he was doing.
Nicholas put his hand under my knee and lifted my leg into the air. Between us, I could feel Sebastian’s hand doing something. I was puzzled until I felt what seemed to be the head of a much larger cock pressing against me. And then I realized what they were trying to do. Sebastian now held his cock against his brother’s, so that the two cock heads were both pressing against the lips of my vagina, trying to find entrance.
“Relax,” Sebastian said. “We won’t hurt you. I promise. If we hurt you, you can bite Nicholas’ tongue off.”
They both began to press upward into me. Sebastian was holding their cocks together and Nicholas had his hands on my shoulders pressing me down. I had never dreamed that anything like this was possible but it was. My cunt was already opened and relaxed with their separate fucking. It was dripping with the combination of their semen and my lubrication. Gradually, little by little, I could feel myself open until both were just inside my cunt lips
They both struggled to get deeper into me but it seemed to be physically impossible due to the position we were in. As long as they acted together, they could both withdraw until their cocks were just barely outside me and then push back in until the heads of their cocks were just inside me. I was in a red-hot state of lust, wanting them deeper in me. Finally, I took charge.
“Wait,” I said, “let’s try a different position and see if it works.”
I got off the bed and made Nicholas lay down, propped up against the pillows at the top, legs spread. Next, I got Sebastian to sit astride Nicholas’ legs, with his butt down between on the bed. They understood what I was trying to do. Sebastian moved closer to Nicholas, until his cock and balls were pressing against his brother’s. I put some extra pillows behind him and he leaned back on them. They squirmed around a little more until they were satisfied with the result. Their cocks were both pressed together, sticking straight up, almost like one super cock.
I crawled back on the bed, straddled their bodies and gradually lowered myself onto them. Sebastian held their cocks together and Nicholas helped guide me into the right position. I could feel their combined girth pressing against me. Slowly, I pressed down until both heads were just inside me. Sebastian removed his hand and I slowly began to press down on the combined penis of the two. It, or they, slowly slid in, expanding the walls of my cunt in a combination of pain and pleasure. I don’t know what Sebastian could see. Nicholas and I watched in awed silence, as I was able to engulf their cocks until our pubic hairs co-mingled and blocked the view.
I closed my eyes, lost in a red fog of lust and sensation. I began to lift myself and then lower myself again, finding each downward movement easier. I could feel myself just on that threshold of orgasm, that moment when I usually went from wanting it to the inevitability of having it.
Nicholas and Sebastian were restricted in their ability to move but I could feel them both trying to thrust upward. They soon coordinated their movements, both pushing upward at the same time.
I felt a hot throbbing begin where we were joined. At first I couldn’t tell who was coming and then I realized that all three of us were orgasming at the same time. My vaginal muscles contracted and released in the same rhythm as their ejaculations. I knew we had accomplished something that I would never have dreamed possible, a simultaneous triple orgasm.
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“Hot tzatziki sauce,” Kieran said. “That is one unbelievable fuck story, Siobhan.”
“Unbelievable, hell, Kieran, that’s exactly the way it happened.”
“OK, OK, you can stop now. I’ll never be able to top that fantasy. You’ve the champ at story telling now. I don’t think I could ever tell one better than that.”
“It was no fantasy, Kieran. You know I did spend that summer in Greece. The story is the truth. But not all of the truth. Maybe someday, I’ll tell you about what the five of us did a few days later. We saw a Greek vase in a museum. It showed boys chasing some girls around the outside of the vase. They all had on togas and the boys all had hard-ons sticking out. We sneaked off to the excavation site one night and drank wine and tried to imitate the vase. But you don’t want to hear about that because it’s a fantasy. You know I’d never really fuck my little brother, don’t you?”
“I guess that’s the best part of these stories, isn’t it? Nobody will ever know if they were real or just a pack of lies.”
“What? You don’t think I could have a triple orgasm with two other men?”
“Well, would you settle for one with just one guy tonight?”
“If that’s the best you can do, I guess I’ll have to.”
“I’ll go down on you first, see if I can open your oyster with my tongue.”
“It’s already open; your finger’s a pretty good oyster shucker.”
“I’ll bet I can find a pearl with my tongue.”
“You’re welcome to try.”
“I’m going to tongue your pearl until you come.”
“Then what?”
“I’m going to slide my long slim Greek cock in you and give you some tzatziki sauce.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Then I’m going to go down on you and go slurp, slurp, slurp.”
“OK.”
“You don’t believe I will, do you?”
“I hope you will.”
TO BE CONTINUED:
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