"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
Kavan Stuart, 17; Kathryn Jenssen, 17
Arial Stuart, 16; Brad Weaver, 17
Kerry Stuart, 12 ¾; Nicole Whittaker, 15
Ryan Spenser, 18; Laura Robinson, 18
Kenjiro (Ken-chan) Daniels, 15; Akiko (Kiki) Daniels, 17
TELLING THE STORY
Kavan Stuart
(KAVAN)
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“I think I hear them coming down the stairs from the deck,” Brad said. “What do you think they’re going to do to us?”
“Well, whatever it is, I’m just going to relax and enjoy it,” I said. “I’ll bet we’ll like it.”
“Yeah, well, I told Arial she’d better quit getting me to play games with all of you,” he said. “I’m beginning to like it too much.”
“Brad, Joanne thinks you’re one sexy guy,” Stuart said. “She said she’d love to get you in a sixty-nine with her on top.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet she said that,” Brad answered. “What would you do if I actually did that with her?”
“What would you do if I did it with Arial?” Stuart asked. “Would you cold-cock me too?”
Brad didn’t answer. I don’t know if he could have but he was saved by footsteps just outside the tent. The three of them didn’t say anything when they came in the tent. They just pushed the entry flap to one side and silently slipped in. Then I heard the zipper on the entry flap being closed and it was almost completely dark in the tent again.
“OK, where are you guys?” Arial asked. “I can’t tell which is which.”
We all answered “Here” and I guess our voices were identification enough.
“We want you to line up, side by side, heads toward the back of the tent,” Kathryn said. “Keep your legs stretched out straight.”
With a little pushing and shoving and groping and griping, we finally got ourselves arranged side by side.
“Where are you, Stuart?” Joanne asked.
He was next to me, on one end of the row. He answered. Maybe he was trying to imitate Kerry’s voice but he didn’t fool me. Then Kerry answered on the other side of me and he was trying to imitate somebody, maybe Stuart. They couldn’t fool anybody. Brad answered from the other end of the row.
“Good,” said Joanne. “That’s where we want you. There are only three of us so Stuart will have to wait. We’re going to show these kids what we can do with cocoa butter.”
I had no idea what she was talking about but Stuart did. He said, “Hot damn, you guys are gonna love this.”
“Joanne, is that the stuff you rubbed on your nipples after you pumped your milk out?” Kerry asked.
“It’s made by the same company,” Joanne answered. “But this stuff has lots of other uses.”
“Did you help her rub it on her nipples, Kerry?” Brad asked.
“Up yours, Brad,” Kerry said. “Quit teasing me. I just watched. Joanne said Kieran Lee sucks so hard her nipples get sore.”
“Well, did she let you taste it, Kerry?” Stuart asked.
“Up yours too, Stuart,” Kerry said. “Joanne said she didn’t have to wash it off before Kieran Lee nursed so I tasted it. It was OK.”
“Leave him alone, Stuart,” Joanne said. “I put a little on Nicole’s finger and told him to taste it. Nicole put her finger in his mouth. It was all perfectly innocent, wasn’t it, Kerry?”
“Yeah, it was all perfectly innocent,” Kerry said out loud, and then whispered, “Except my dick tried to rip its way out of my Speedo.”
“OK, you guys shut up now,” Arial ordered. “We’ve got to get in place so we can do something.”
They shuffled around a little and kept bumping into my legs and whispering to each other. Finally somebody stopped and straddled my legs with her ankles touching my calves. I heard a whispered “OK?” and a couple of whispered “Yeahs." The one over me knelt down and settled in her place with her butt just below my knees. From the moaning and groaning on one side of me, I guessed that someone had done the same to Brad and Kerry.
I barely heard somebody whisper, “Here. Get some,” and a few seconds later, someone whispered, “Ready?” and then a “Yeah,” and an “Uh huh.”
I felt a hand on my dick and then on my balls. I had no idea whose hand it was and I had no idea what was about to happen. My dick didn’t care. It knew something was going to happen and it was hard already.
Then I felt a second hand on my dick, with something, maybe grease, a little bit like Vaseline, maybe a lotion or salve of some kind. The hand started smearing it all over my dick and it quickly changed into something slippery, not really greasy, just slippery as hell. Then the hand smeared the stuff all over my balls and even back between my legs as far as fingers would reach. It smelled good.
“Jeeze, what is this stuff?” I heard Brad ask.
“Shit, don’t ask, Brad,” Kerry responded. “Whatever it is, it’s good stuff.”
It was good stuff. She had both hands on me now, up and down on my dick, rolling my balls around, teasing behind them. Whatever it was, it was damn good stuff. I lay there and let her do it and my dick went from hard to harder and then hardest. I wasn’t about to come but I knew I wouldn’t last long. The stuff made even a hand job a mind-blowing experience.
“Ready?” someone asked again barely whispering, and I heard a couple of faint “Yeahs.”
Whoever it was playing with me wrapped one hand around my dick and pulled down to my stomach, stretching my foreskin back so tight it was almost painful. Then she put another hand on the shaft, squeezed it tight, and slid it up and off over the head. Next she slid her hand over the head and down, squeezing as tight as she could. It was almost too much to bear and I groaned. Then I groaned a lot more when she kept doing it. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. As much as I’d jacked off, I’d never felt anything quite like it – sort of like the tightest and slipperiest pussy I’d ever been in, if a tight pussy could clamp down and squeeze my dick out of it.
I suppose Kerry and Brad were getting the same treatment. Brad was groaning and Kerry was using his favorite word, drawing it out until it was a hissed “Shiiitttt.” Whoever was doing him started giggling.
“OK, let’s shift,” I heard Joanne say in a normal voice. She was the one who had been doing me. She moved over to straddle Stuart’s legs and somebody else straddled mine.
“Kathryn?” I asked. I smelled something familiar and I knew it was her.
“Yeah, do you like it?” she answered. Her hands started sliding and stroking and I finally managed to squeeze out a weak “Yeah.”
“Brad, you can do it for yourself for a while,” Arial said. “I’ve got to help poor little Squirt with something.”
“Well, is anybody going to tell me what this stuff is?” Brad asked again. “I want to get some for me and Arial.”
“It’s something Lauren told me to use when I was pregnant with little Paul,” Joanne answered. “It’s a combination of cocoa butter and some other skin softeners. Women use it on their stomach when they’re into late pregnancy. It helps to prevent stretch marks.”
“Yeah, and sometimes they use it on their husband’s dick when they can’t fuck anymore,” Stuart said. “Sometimes a husband uses it on his own dick while the wife watches and giggles.”
“You guys try it by yourself,” Kathryn suggested. “I’ll bet you’ll like it better than baby oil.”
I slid my hand over my balls and around and up my dick, and then stroked it a few times. It was damn good stuff, maybe better than baby oil but I couldn’t remember when I’d last used that.
“Can I place an order for a case of it?” Kerry asked. “It’s better than baby oil any day.”
I felt Kathryn’s hands slide up my thighs so I moved my hand out of the way. She wrapped her hand around my dick and started stroking it while she teased my balls with her other hand.
“Kerry, I brought some for your Mom,” Joanne said. “In a few months, she’ll start using it when the baby gets bigger.”
“Yeah, Kieran can have lots of fun rubbing it on Siobhan’s tummy,” Stuart said. “He can warm her up for something else.”
Kathryn’s hand was sliding slowly up and down on my dick. I relaxed and let her do it while I listened to Stuart and Kerry and Brad talk.
“Can you really do that, have sex, I mean, when the baby gets big?” Brad asked. “It won’t hurt anything if they keep on doing it?”
“You just have to be careful,” Kerry said. “You shouldn’t put your weight on her or use positions where you penetrate her the deepest. There are still lots of positions you can use to get your dick in her pussy. They’re all great.”
“How do you know, Dr. Squirt?” Brad asked.
“We talked about it when he visited with us last weekend,” Stuart said. “He doesn’t ever run out of questions when he gets started.”
That made me wonder what they’d done with Kerry except answer his questions. I knew he wouldn’t tell me even if I asked him.
“But do women like it then?” Brad asked. “When Arial’s pregnant, will she really want me to have sex with her? When the baby’s really big, will she still like me to do it?”
Kathryn pushed one slippery finger back behind my balls into my crack. She kept her hand moving so I didn’t care where her finger went. I didn’t care what she stuck up my asshole.
“Yes, Kerry, we like it,” Joanne said. “Stuart was slow and kind and careful with me with both babies. We did it until about a month before the baby was born and it was always good.”
“Yeah, for about a month before the baby’s born and about a month after, I had to jack off,” Stuart said. “That’s when I learned how good cocoa butter is.”
“I don’t think you could get your tongue in deep enough to hurt the baby, Brad,” Kerry said. “Maybe Arial would like that.”
“Quit teasing him, Kerry,” Stuart said. “I did go down on Joanne about two weeks before Kieran Lee was born. He kicked and wiggled for about a half-hour after she had an orgasm.”
“It’s time to shift again,” Joanne said. “I’ll help Brad. Who gets to jack off by himself?”
“I’ll help Stuart,” Kathryn said, “if he wants me too. Maybe he’d rather row his own boat.”
I felt her move off me in Stuart’s direction. Then I felt Arial’s knee between my legs and Kerry’s leg against mine. I waited but she was just sitting there with half her butt on my right knee.
“I did a half-shift,” Arial said. “I can do Kerry and Kavan both and nobody’s left out.”
“Why should we do it for them?” Kathryn asked. “Why can’t they do it for themselves?”
I decided to see if I could stir up a little trouble. I leaned over to one side to Kerry and then the other side to Stuart and whispered to them. Then I reached to the left and wrapped my hand around Stuart’s dick, reached to the right and wrapped my hand around Kerry’s dick. I felt his hand wrap around my dick and I knew he had Brad’s dick in his other hand. I started slowly sliding both hands up and down and I felt Kerry do the same. I waited to see how long it would take the girls to figure out what we’d done.
“Oh, let’s be sweet to them,” Joanne said. “Maybe they can do something for us later tonight.”
I felt Arial’s hand slide up my thighs searching for my dick. Kerry kept his hand on it. She found his hand and started feeling around, trying to figure out what was going on. I guess Joanne and Kathryn were doing the same thing. Kathryn found Stuart’s dick with my hand already on it and then slid her hand up my arm until she understood what I’d done. I suppose Joanne found Kerry’s hand already on Brad’s dick too.
“I think Kavan and Kerry are already doing everybody,” Joanne said.
I turned loose of Kerry and Stuart and felt Stuart’s hand wrap around my dick and start stroking. I assumed he was using his right hand on my dick and his left on his own. If Brad had understood what Kerry whispered to him, I assumed he was jacking his own dick and Kerry’s as well.
“No, we’re not,” Kerry said. “Somebody’s got a sweet little soft hand on mine. Who is it?”
Joanne giggled. “Brad’s doing double duty for himself and Kerry. What’s Stuart doing?”
Kathryn giggled too. “He’s doing Kavan and himself at the same time. Maybe they don’t need us anymore.”
“Well, let’s just go in the house and let them have their fun,” Arial said. “I’m tired and sleepy.”
“Don’t go,” I heard Kerry whisper, in a little-boy voice. “I’ll cry if you do.”
“I thought we agreed we’d be sweet to them and let them lay there while we jacked them off,” Kathryn said.
“Please, don’t go,” I whispered. “I’ll be good.”
“I thought we agreed we’d do that and then give them all a blow job,” Arial said. “Then they can do something for us.”
Brad said it too, “Please, pretty please, don’t go. I’ll be good too.”
“I thought we agreed to put them to bed with a good fuck if they could still get it up,” Joanne said.
“Yeah, please don’t go,” Stuart said. We’ll be good little boys. You’re bad girls and we want to give you a good licking. My tongue’s got a hard-on.”
“Yeah, I second that,” Kerry said. “My tongue’s got a hard-on too.”
“Mine doesn’t,” Brad said, “but it’s six inches when it’s soft.”
“Damn, Brad,” I said, “that’s longer than your dick. No wonder Arial loves you.”
They made us beg a little more but they finally relented. We did just what they said; we lay back with our hands crossed on our stomach and let them have they way with us. Arial, I think it was, put another coat of the stuff on my dick and jacked me with one hand. I guessed she had the other on Kerry’s dick.
After a minute or so, they shifted around and whoever straddled me settled down with her butt on my knees. She used two hands and pushed my foreskin down tight while she slid the other hand up and off over the head of my dick. Within a minute or so, I had all I could take. I tightened my legs and butt and I guess she knew what that meant. She did it as fast as she could. I blasted out a big load that landed on my chest and stomach. I grabbed somebody’s hand and made her stop because the feeling was so intense it was almost painful.
“That’s one,” Joanne said.
“Nope, that’s two,” Arial said beside me. “Stuart just came too. He and Kavan had a simultaneous orgasm.”
“Well, one of you take Kerry and I’ll finish off Brad,” Kathryn said from the other end of the row.
Joanne moved off my legs and over to Kerry. It wasn’t long before she said, “Number three just squirted all over everything.”
“Well, you’re the…you’re the one who pointed it,” Kerry panted.
“What’s the matter, Brad?” Stuart teased. “Doesn’t Kathryn know how to do it?”
“Don’t listen to them, Kathryn,” Arial said. “Brad cheated. We went in the house to pee a couple of hours ago and Brad made me jack him off in the sink.”
“Stick a finger up his ass, Kathryn,” Kerry suggested. “He likes that.”
“Kerry, that’s gross,” Arial squealed.
I heard Brad moan. There was no mistaking what was happening to him.
“I used two fingers, Kerry,” Kathryn said. “That did it.”
Brad wasn’t about to let them say stuff like that without getting back.
“It’s even better… when Kerry’s got… his dick up my ass,” he groaned.
Arial squealed Brad’s name this time, dragging it out, and Kathryn and Joanne started giggling.
“Joanne, I thought you were supposed to catch it in your mouth when I came,” I said. “Now, I’ve got it all over my stomach.”
“Yeah, and then swallow it like Brad does,” Kerry said.
Arial squealed out Kerry’s name again and all of us started laughing.
Some more dirty suggestions got thrown around before we all finally settled down. I took a couple of deep breaths to relax and realized we’d replaced the musty smell of the tent with something else. I could smell semen above everything else but there were also the smells of sweat and aroused women. It was a potent brew.
“Somebody’s stinking up the tent,” I said.
“It was Brad,” Kerry said. “He farted.”
“I did not,” Brad said. “It was Kathryn. She almost blew my knee-cap off.”
“It’s not that kind of smell,” I said. “I think there are some hot women around here. Do you guys want to help me cool them off?”
“Yeah, throw me a towel so I can wipe this stuff off,” Brad said.
“Don’t let him wipe it off, Kathryn,” Arial squealed. “Smear it all over him.”
I lay there and listened to the other guys cussing and I guess they were getting a coat of semen and cocoa butter on their stomachs. Joanne moved off Kerry and started smearing something around on my dick and balls and them up on my stomach. I didn’t stop her even when she rubbed her hands on my cheeks. I sniffed deeply a couple of times and I really got a good whiff of it then.
“I smell come in the cocoa butter but I think there’s another scent,” I said. “I think Joanne’s had her fingers in her pussy. I bet they’ve all been stirring up something.”
I heard sniffing beside me. “You’re right, Kavan,” Stuart said. “This little pooh-bear on my legs has definitely had her fingers in her honey-pot.”
“Shit, that’s a good one, Stuart,” Kerry said. “Now Brad’s got a pooh-bear princess with a honey-pot pussy.”
“Yeah, I like it,” Brad whispered. “Honey’s good to eat.”
“Well, just take a deep breath or two,” I said. “With the stinking old tent, cocoa butter, semen, sweat, and honey-pot pussy, we’ve got a powerful mixture. We ought to bottle it and sell it.”
“Yeah, I haven’t smelled anything as potent as this since last August when we spent the night in the haunted house,” Stuart said.
“Stuart,” Joanne groaned, “shut up!”
Everybody shut up. It took me a second to understand that Brad was the only one who hadn’t been in the haunted house. And that Arial was there -- but with Luke. I guess we were all wondering the same thing – whether he knew about Arial and Luke.
“It’s OK,” Brad said. “I know what happened last August when you were all at the cabin. Arial’s told me all about it. I’m OK with it.”
“Are you sure, Brad?” Joanne asked. “You’re going to meet Luke and Rachael tomorrow. I hope you and Luke will be friends.”
“We will be. You can count on it,” Brad said. “I know how much the Stuart family loves Luke and Rachael and their kids. Arial’s told me what happened with her and Luke. She even told me who Rachael had for company while Luke was with her. I’m glad her first time was a hell of a lot better than mine.”
“Well, are we going to give these women a good licking or not?” Stuart asked.
“Naw, let’s give them a good dicking,” Kerry suggested.
“That can come later, Kerry,” I said. “Stuart and Joanne can get it on when they go home if he can get it up again. Brad probably can’t get it up because he’s been jacked off twice. We’ll let him and Arial go on upstairs to bed. You and I have a date with Kathryn, remember?”
“Promises, promises, that’s all I ever get,” Kathryn said.
“Yeah, they can’t do anything but talk,” Joanne said.
Arial started to say something but she cut it off with a different sort of squeal this time. She fell half on top of me and Stuart was half on top of her. I grabbed Joanne and wrestled her down between me and Kerry. Brad must have done the same thing to Kathryn and I don’t know where she landed but Kerry yelled. “Damn, you broke my dick off.”
I straddled Joanne, caught her wrists, and pinned her down. She pretended to resist for a few seconds. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I envy Kieran Lee.”
She whispered back, “You can have a taste if you want to, little boy. Stuart and Kerry got at me last weekend. I might as well let you and Brad taste momma’s milk too.”
I didn’t care whether Brad got his or not but I wanted to. I slid down on her a little, found her breasts with my hands, and found one big stiff nipple with my lips. I sucked gently and tasted warm sweet milk. She put her hand behind my head and tried to smother me in her breast.
Stuart and Arial were still wrestling next to me. I guess he was trying to pin her down too.
“Stuart, what are you trying to do?” Arial groaned.
“I’m going to bite your butt, Princess,” he said. “I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw you.”
Somebody pushed against my shoulder and Kerry whispered next to my head, “Move over. Let me have some too.” I moved over to the other breast and found a nipple again. Joanne had one hand behind my head and I suppose the other was behind Kerry’s. I could hear him sniffing and breathing and I figured Joanne was trying to smother him too.
“If you two do this to Kathryn tonight,” she managed to groan, “she’ll need both your big dicks to put out the fire in her pussy.”
I straightened up and felt off to the side where Arial and Stuart were. I felt his back; he was bent over Arial. I felt down lower; he had her on her stomach with his head about where her butt was.
“Brad, Stuart’s biting Arial’s butt,” I said.
He didn’t say anything. All I heard was moaning and groaning and squealing on both sides of me.
“Brad, did you hear me?” I asked. “Stuart’s biting Arial’s butt.”
“He can’t hear you, Kavan,” I heard Kathryn whisper. “I’ve got a leg-lock on his head.”
“Does he know how to use his tongue?” I asked.
“I heard that,” Brad growled. “Kathryn’s trying to kill me. She almost broke my neck.”
“Yeah, it’s like he’s trying to kill me,” Kathryn whispered. “I’ll swear he does have a six-inch tongue.”
“How long is yours, Kavan?” Joanne whispered.
I decided I’d show her but I wanted to see if I could get Brad to do something first. I leaned over to whisper to Kerry and all I felt was his butt. He was leaned over Kathryn, either with his mouth on her breasts or kissing her.
“Brad, come over here,” I said. “Joanne’s got something for you. Let Kerry take care of Kathryn for a few minutes.”
“Stuart, you’re going to break me in half,” Arial whispered.
I felt in that direction and touched her leg and Stuart’s arm. I explored a little more and knew what he’d done. He had her on her back now, holding her legs bent back, with his head down at her pussy. It seemed like a good plan to me.
Brad and Kerry must have collided because I heard a bonk and a “Shit” and an “O, fuck,” at about the same time. When they finally got rearranged, I pulled Brad closer and told him what Joanne wanted him to do.
“Shit, I can’t do that,” he protested.
“Yeah, you can,” I said. “Kerry and I already have. I’m going down on her while you get a little taste.”
I caught Joanne’s legs behind her knees, lifted and spread her, and tried to find room to get my head down to her pussy. She pushed herself toward the back of the tent with her hands and I tried two or three ways to get at her without kicking the front side of the tent down. I finally bent my legs off to one side, slid my cheek down the inside of her thigh, and let my nose lead me to it. Her honey-pot was wet, drooling wet, and ready. The scent and the taste went straight to my dick. It was already rigid again and I wanted so much to shove it in where my tongue was.
“That’s good, Brad,” I heard Joanne whisper. “That’s good, Kavan.”
“Yeah, that’s good, Stuart,” I heard Arial sigh.
“Yeah, that’s good, Kerry,” I heard Kathryn murmur. “Just keep on licking it right there.”
I don’t know how much longer we kept on giving them a good licking. After a while, Stuart was straddling Arial and I guess he was trying to fuck her between her little tits or maybe trying to get her to suck his schlong. I decided to help him. I got my mouth at her little pussy and made her squeal the way she always does.
When I straightened up for a breather, Brad was rolling around with Joanne and I couldn’t tell what they were doing. I felt around until I figured it out. He was flat on his back and she was straddling his head. I groped some more and realized she was probably sucking his dick while he had his hands on her ass cheeks, his head bent up, and his mouth on her pussy. I pulled his hair just to let him know I knew what he was doing. Then I just shook my head in disbelief. It was hard to believe he’d actually do it.
I stood up, put my hands on Joanne’s back, stepped over her, and moved in Kathryn’s direction. She and Kerry were cuddled up together. I felt around again and figured out what they were doing. She was flat on her back. Kerry was on one side, his face at her breast, his hand down at her pussy. It was something she liked – a mouth sucking gently on her nipple while a finger slid around and around in the juices of her cunt with just the lightest of touches on her clitoris. I lay down on the other side of her, found her other breast with my mouth, and let my finger join Kerry’s in her cunt. I loved to do it to her too.
I heard some more groaning and moaning on the other side of the tent and then somebody whispering “Oh, shit,” over and over again. I knew it was Arial, the little princess who said that when her Prince Charming made her come. It always seemed funny to hear that coming from her. Whatever Stuart had done, she sounded like she liked it.
Just a little later, I heard groaning beside me and then somebody gasping for breath.
“Oh, shit, yeah,” I heard Joanne whisper. “You have got a six-inch tongue, Brad.”
I decided it was time to see if we could make Kathryn say “Oh, shit,” too. I grabbed Kerry’s hand and guided his finger to her clitoris. I curled my hand around, slid my long finger into her as deep as I could and started stirring up the honey-pot. It didn’t take long until I felt her contractions on my finger.
She said it. “Oh, shit, oh, shit, don’t…you’ve…that’s enough,” followed by some incomprehensible grunts. I let my finger be still and stopped sucking on her nipple. I could feel the ripples down there around my finger.
Everybody was quiet for a few minutes. Then I heard some shuffling and moving around on the other side of the tent.
“Did you put a hickey on Arial’s butt?” I heard Joanne ask.
“Nope,” Stuart said.
“Well, what did you do that had her squirming around so?”
“I put one on the inside of her thigh, right next to her pussy,” Stuart whispered.
“Well, I think Brad probably put one or two on me,” she said. “I couldn’t believe he would do that.”
“I was just trying to breathe, Joanne,” Brad whispered.
“If you hadn’t tried to stick your finger in my asshole,” Joanne said, “I wouldn’t have tried to suffocate you.”
“Arial likes it,” Brad said. “I thought maybe you might like it too.”
We lay there for a while, talking and joking, arms and legs entangled, hot and sweaty and stinking, all seven of us squeezed up in a row – Kerry, Kathryn, me, Joanne, Brad, Arial, Stuart. I don’t think anybody felt like moving but the tent was just too hot now. I was dripping sweat and I knew what I wanted next.
“I’m ready for a shower,” I said. “Anybody want to join me?”
Nobody answered but the tent emptied quickly and there was a mad dash for the basement shower. I was the last one in. Somebody had turned on the light and everybody looked like they’d been doing just what we had been doing. Everybody’s hair was a mess. Everybody was shining with a mixture of whatever all over their body. We stood looking at each other and grinning.
The shower room was eight feet by eight so there was plenty of room for all of us. Brad started both showerheads and we all tried to squeeze under them at once. After a little shoving and rubbing, we settled down and started washing each other. Arial insisted on having her hair shampooed. She said the pool chemicals made it look green if she didn’t. Joanne and Kathryn wanted their hair shampooed too so the four of us guys shampooed three gals and bathed them. I didn’t mind; I liked rubbing soapy tits and ass.
They helped bathe us too. I got a back scrub, got washed all over with a soapy cloth, and had my dick and balls thoroughly cleaned four times. I knew there were only three women but I didn’t care if one of them did a repeat or if Stuart did it. My dick couldn’t have gotten any harder either way. The other three guys evidently liked it as much as I did; Kerry’s dick was pointing at the ceiling as usual and Brad’s and Stuart’s were up at an angle like mine.
While we were drying each other off, Brad started playing grab-ass with Arial and whispering to her. I guess I was wrong about his recuperative abilities; he had it up again. Arial definitely acted like she wanted him to use it.
Stuart asked Joanne if he could smuggle his hard-on home for later. Then Kerry asked him if he could drive his little convertible with his dick in the way. Stuart said he could if Joanne would shift gears. I suppose Joanne knew she had to get serious again. She said she had to be Mommy before Stuart got at her again. Arial and Brad gave them a quick hug and goodbye and then ran up the stairs. Arial was squealing at whatever Brad was doing and he was holding his dick in one hand.
Joanne and Stuart put on their clothes and sent Kerry upstairs to the kitchen to retrieve Kieran Lee’s bottle. Kerry and Kathryn and I hugged them goodbye and then I walked out with them so I could open the side gate and then close it after they left. We stood next to their little convertible talking for a few minutes.
“Thanks for inviting us, little brother,” Stuart said. “It was fun.”
“You’re welcome, big brother,” I said. “Did you really bite Arial’s butt?”
“Yeah, I’ll bet she’ll show it to Brad. Ask him,” he said.
“Kavan, is Kathryn OK with coming to our house for dinner next Saturday night?” Joanne asked.
“Yeah, she’s looking forward to it.” I answered. “Who’s going to be there? I assume Luke and Rachael will be. You’re not going to surprise us with a going-away party and a bunch of people, are you? Kathryn wants everything kept quiet and simple.”
“Mom and Mr. Jack are going to be gone; they’re flying to Chicago on Thursday,” Stuart said. “Joanne’s going to be cooking for six adults and four kids. She won’t tell me what but she says it will be something good.”
“I’ll be cooking for just six adults,” Joanne said. “We’re going to feed the kids and put them to bed early.”
Joanne got in the car, put on her baseball cap, and waited for Stuart.
“Mom’s going to shop for some clothes for Kathryn,” Stuart said. “Siobhan gave her a list of sizes. I think they’re going to get her some really nice clothes. Joanne and I have a set of luggage for her. Did you find what you wanted for her?”
“Yeah, I’ve got her a digital camera,” I answered. “I’d like to get her a cell-phone and prepay for it for while. Do you think that would be OK or would she feel like she’s got to call me all the time?”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Joanne said. “You two do understand that you’re invited to stay the night with us, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I told her. She wants to know whether we’re all going to be sleeping in separate bedrooms or whether you’re got something else in mind. I’d like to know too.”
“We’ve been talking to Luke and Rachael about it,” Stuart said. “They think we should just relax and enjoy ourselves without any specific plans, sort of like what we did tonight. Would you two be OK with that?”
I slapped a mosquito on my thigh.
“Yeah, I think so,” I said. “Just a quiet little orgy, huh?”
Stuart got in the car and put his baseball cap on. He looked up at me and I could see a big grin of white teeth.
“Well, somebody showed us how much fun that can be,” he said, and started the car.
I held the gate open for them to leave, closed it again, and went back in the basement.
Kerry and Kathryn were already in our basement bedroom. Kerry was sitting on the foot of the bed, dick straight up, and she was standing between his knees, blow-drying his hair. He was holding a hairbrush and looking straight at her breasts. Her hair looked damp but it had already been brushed neatly. She stopped the blow dryer and started brushing Kerry’s long hair back on each side.
“We’re not trying to dry it completely,” she said. “Just enough so it will finish drying without being all messed up.”
I stood and watched her doing Kerry’s hair. I knew he liked it long like Stuart’s hair. Kathryn had talked both of us into letting our hair grow longer and letting her and Arial style it. Kerry kept his parted in the middle with the sides brushed back and it usually looked neat. I kept mine parted on the right side, brushed toward the left on top, and then brushed back on each side. Mine wouldn’t stay neat like Kerry’s and she often brushed it for me once or twice in the day.
Whenever I worked at the plant nursery, I sweated so much that it was a tangled mess. She made me some dark-colored sweatbands that tied in the back to keep it under control. She said I was really sexy like that and told me to notice how women looked at me when I was working. I guess she was right but I still wanted to cut it short when she was gone so it wouldn’t be so much trouble. When she turned and looked at me, I knew it was my turn so I sat down beside Kerry.
“Not many women are as lucky as I am,” she said, “to have two beautiful guys to love her.”
She brushed the tangles out of my hair slowly and gently, used the blow dryer, and then brushed some more. I sat and did what Kerry had done – stare at her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t imagine how a woman could have breasts more beautiful than hers. I didn’t want to think about not seeing them and touching them again. I wanted to bury my face between them and smell the clean woman smell of her and then get my mouth on those stiff little nipples. I guess my dick understood; it had wilted a little when I’d gone outdoors with Joanne and Stuart. Now it slowly raised its head up and looked up at where it was going to go in a little while. When she stopped brushing, I looked up at her. She looked down at my face, then further down, back up, and smiled at me with her mischievous smile.
“Are you ready to play again?” she asked. “Kerry is.”
I looked over at him. He was flopped back on the bed, propped up on his elbows, long legs bent over the end of the bed, his dick suspended over his stomach, and legs apart with his balls hanging low.
“Whenever you are,” I answered. “We don’t have to hurry, you know. We can sleep late as long as we’re at the Andersen's place by noon.”
She pushed me and I flopped back like Kerry. After my dick stopped bouncing, it was up in the air like Kerry’s. I parted my legs so my balls could hang loose too. Kathryn stood there and looked back and forth at us, our faces and then our genitals.
“You guys really are beautiful, you know,” she said. “Your hair is different but you’re just alike in everything else. It’s easy to tell you’re brothers.”
“I hope my dick is as big as his when I stop growing,” Kerry said. “I’d hate to have the smallest Stuart dick.”
“You’re probably going to have the biggest,” I said. “Mine wasn’t as big as yours when I was your age.”
Kathryn pushed us a little further apart, crawled up on the bed between us, and sat down Indian fashion. She put a hand on each of us.
“How big is it, Kerry?” Kathryn asked. “And don’t tell me you don’t know. Kavan says every guy knows how long his dick is.”
He didn’t say anything. I looked over at him and saw a big grin on his face. I knew he had a new measurement to report.
“I measured it as six inches last time,” he said. “It’s grown about an inch and a half in the last year or so.”
“When do guys stop growing?” she asked. “Kavan’s dick has been about the same size since I got introduced to it.”
They were both looking at me. I didn’t know the answer. I just knew what had happened to me.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess my dick grew kind of fast for a while and then stopped. The rest of me is still growing. Dad says that’s the way he grew. His dick got big and then stopped and he kept getting taller and skinnier. After a while his body started filling out and then stopped. That’s the way Kerry and I will probably be too.”
She crawled up further and lay down propped up on pillows against the headboard. She patted each side and Kerry and I crawled up to her.
“How big is your Dad’s dick?” she asked. “Is it the same as yours?”
“Yeah, about the same,” I answered. “Mom and Arial measured both of us a couple of years ago. We’re both a little over seven inches.”
“Seven and a quarter,” Kerry said. “I’ve got an inch and a quarter to go.”
Kathryn scooted down on the bed a little so she could get a hard-on in each hand. I just lay there and watched what she was doing with Kerry’s.
“You’ll make it, Squirt,” I said. “I’ll bet you’ll be almost eight by the time you’re old as me.”
“It’s not the size that makes a man a good lover, Kerry,” Kathryn said. “Big is nice but it’s the way Kavan treats me that makes me love him. He’s always considerate of me and tries to make sure I enjoy it too. He doesn’t just get his and turn over and go to sleep.”
“Dad’s good about teaching us stuff like that,” Kerry said. “I’ve learned lots of good stuff from the books on sex he’s given me but the best is what he teaches me.”
“He’s given us little lectures about love and sex for years,” I said. “We’ve learned to listen and think about what he’s saying. He’s just about the best Dad a guy could want.”
“Do you remember the one he gave us last fall when Brad took us on the hiking trip in the state park,” Kathryn asked. “The one about how he felt about your Mom.”
“You mean when he was trying to convince Brad he didn’t have to be ashamed of getting a hard-on when he looked at Arial naked?” Kerry asked.
“Yeah, that one,” Kathryn said. “I wanted to cry when he told us about how he felt about Siobhan. I wish my Dad had felt like that about my Mom.”
“They’re good about letting us know how they love each other,” I said. “They don’t hide much from us.”
“Why did you guys hit him with your hats?” she asked.
“Because we love him,” Kerry said, and I suppose he was right.
“Well, I hope you all appreciate how nice it is to have parents like yours,” Kathryn said. “There aren’t many who treat their kids like they treat you.”
“We know it, Kathryn,” I said. “Our family’s a lot different. I’m glad we were raised the way we were.”
“Yeah, me too,” Kerry said. “I think all kids ought to be raised like we were.”
I put my right leg over Kathryn’s right knee and put my hand under her breast with my thumb on the nipple. I saw Kerry looking at me with his eyebrows raised. I nodded to him and he put his left leg over hers and cupped his hand under the other breast.
“You guys made quite a team when you got at me like this in the tent,” she said. “With a mouth sucking on each nipple and two fingers playing in my pussy, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I would have let you do that all night if somebody hadn’t decided it was time to give me a really big O.”
She slid my foreskin back and then rubbed the head of my cock against her leg. I watched her do the same thing with Kerry’s. He was watching what she was doing with my cock.
“I didn’t know a woman’s nipples get sore from a baby sucking,” Kerry said. “Does Kavan make yours sore?”
“Not really,” she said. “Once in a while they get a little irritated. I just rub something on them and they’re good until the next time.”
“Like that cocoa butter stuff?” Kerry asked. “It didn’t taste bad. I’ll bet it would taste good if it’s on a woman’s nipples.”
“Do you want to try it, Kerry?” she asked.
“Yeah!” he answered, grinning at me. I was grinning back. I wanted to try it too.
“Where is the cocoa butter?” I asked.
“Somewhere in the tent,” Kathryn answered.
“I’ll go get it,” Kerry volunteered.
He was up and off the bed and almost out the door when he stopped, turned back, and looked at us.
“Have you got a flashlight?” he asked.
“You can’t put it on your dick this time, Kerry,” Kathryn said. “I don’t want to get it in my pussy.”
“That’s OK,” he said. “I don’t think your pussy will need any, will it?”
I reached over in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the little flashlight I used if I got up at night, especially if I went outdoors. Kerry tip-toed over, grinning, his dick bouncing up and down, grabbed it, and tip-toed out the door to the basement area.
I yelled after him. “Bring us some of those damp towels.”
“Don’t you and Kerry ever argue and fight?” Kathryn asked.
“What? Why?” I asked back. I was thinking of everything but fighting with Kerry.
“You know. Argue, fuss, fight, like most brothers do. You two always seem to get along great.”
I thought about it. I supposed she was right. We did argue just a little once in a while but we never really argued and fought enough for Mom and Dad to get involved.
“I don’t know. I guess we’ve always been like that. I suppose he knows he can get what he wants by getting along with me. Why do you ask?”
“It just seems unusual, I guess. He really respects you, you know. Sometimes he acts like you’re his dad. I was just wondering how you two got that way.”
“We moved here when I was…eight, I think, and he was about three. Mom and Dad gradually let me go down to the creek and roam around in the woods with my friends. Sometimes he wanted to go with us but Mom wouldn’t let him. He might have been six the first time she let him. She made him promise he’d obey me just like he obeyed Dad. He learned pretty quickly not to cause me any problems. A couple of times he did something I told him not to do. I told Dad and he had a serious talk with him. He told him he’d better do what I said or he could just sit home. After that, he listened to me and did what I said.”
I heard the basement door to the outside being closed and locked and a few seconds later Kerry came in our bedroom and stopped in the door, his finger on the light switch, holding up the cocoa butter and still grinning. His dick was still holding up by itself. He had towels draped over both shoulder.
“On or off?” he asked.
The overhead light was the only one turned on in the room. It didn’t matter to me. I looked at Kathryn.
“Leave it on, please,” she replied. “I want to see both of you.”
He shut the door, dropped the towels on the foot of the bed, crawled across the bed in a flash, opened the jar, and held it out to me. I looked at Kathryn’s breasts and then at her face.
“Well, go on,” she said. “Do it. I want you to.”
I stuck a finger in the jar. The stuff was surprisingly hard, about like butter when it comes out of the refrigerator. I dug down a little and got a little of the yellow stuff on my finger.
“Get you some, Kerry,” Kathryn said. “Just a little bit.”
He got a little on his finger and we started rubbing it on her nipples. As the stuff warmed, it became slipperier and her nipple became harder. I used my thumb and a finger to tweak it into standing up. When I looked over at her other breast and Kerry’s fingers, the nipple had stood up for him too.
“That’s erectile tissue, isn’t it, Kerry?” Kathryn asked.
“Yeah, it’s got a little hard-on. Can I suck it?” he answered.
“Yeah, please, both of you.”
The stuff had a pleasant smell and the taste wasn’t great but it wasn’t bad. I did it like I knew she liked it. I cupped my hand under her breast and sucked gently on the nipple. Once I raised my head and looked at Kerry then at Kathryn. Kerry had his eyes closed, I think, because all I could see was his long eyelashes. I watched his mouth sucking about like I’d seen Kieran Lee do it on Joanne, only maybe not quite as hard. Kathryn had her eyes closed and she had a little smile on her face. I lowered my mouth back to her breast and licked and played some more.
“That’s so good,” she whispered. “I wish Stuart or Brad was here.”
“What do you want them for?” Kerry asked. He must have had her nipple still in her mouth because I could hardly understand what he said.
“I’d like to have a third mouth somewhere else,” she whispered.
Kerry and I rose up at the same time and looked up at each other. He was grinning that wide grin and I knew he knew where.
“Go ahead, Kerry,” I said, winking at him. “You can kiss her on the mouth. It’s OK with me.”
“Will you swap with me in a minute or two?” he asked. I nodded.
I watched as he got up on his hands and knees. He started to move down on her but I shook my head no. He questioned me with his eyebrows. I nodded toward her head. He shook his head no. I shook my head yes. He shrugged and moved up on her. She still had her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
Kerry leaned over and licked her lips. She jumped in surprise and opened her eyes. Kerry kissed her again and pulled back. She reached up and pulled his head down to her. I watched them play tongue tag for a few seconds and then moved down on her.
She didn’t resist when I pulled her legs apart, lifted them, bent them back, and then lay down with my face at her pussy. The lips were open a little but I wanted them wide open. I turned loose of her legs and she kept them in the air. I used my thumbs to pull on each side of the big lips. Her pussy opened the way I wanted it, all that coral-red flesh from the wrinkled opening of her vagina, over the little bump of her urethra, on up to the brighter red of her clitoris peeking out of its little elongated hood. I started licking all of it.
I loved the way her cunt smelled and tasted when she was aroused. It always made my dick get a little harder, even when it was so hard it hurt. Then I realized that I was rubbing my dick on the sheet and irritating the area just under the head. I lifted my hips, reached down, and pulled my foreskin as far forward as it would go. I lay back down and started licking her again, keeping my hips still.
Kerry tapped me on the shoulder and I lifted my head and looked at him. He was on his knees beside Kathryn. He jerked his thumb upward and I swapped with him.
When I moved over Kathryn’s head she still had her eyes closed. When I kissed her, she opened them and we both tried to look at each other when our eyes were about an inch apart. I felt her lips get firmer and change their shape and then she giggled. I lifted up away from her, bewildered.
“Kerry was rubbing my button with his nose,” she whispered.
I had never thought of that. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah, but a tongue is better.”
“A dick would be even better,” I whispered.
“He’s using his tongue now,” she whispered so low I could hardly make out what she was saying.
I looked down at him. His hair had fallen over and I couldn’t see what he what doing. He had both hands on her thighs and he’d bent her back further than I had. I wrapped one arm around Kathryn’s legs, behind her knees, and pulled just a little. Kerry looked up briefly, saw what I’d done, and put his face back down. This time he had both hands on her hips, fingers pointed in at her pussy, and I could see his head moving up and down. I shook my head, thinking that I’d had to wait until I was fifteen to learn how to do what he was doing with her and he’d already learned and he wasn’t quite thirteen.
“Kavan, tell him to stop, please,” Kathryn whispered.
I looked back at her. “Why?”
“I don’t want to come yet. I want to rest a minute or two and then I want to feel your dicks in me.”
“Well, we can’t both do it at the same time. Which do you want first?”
“I don’t care. But I don’t want you to get carried away and come within a minute or two. I want you to do it slow and easy so I can feel you in me. I want it to last for a long time. You decide who goes first.”
“Kerry, can you hear me?” I asked.
He looked up and me and grinned and stuck out his tongue. “Yeah.”
“Kathryn wants us to give her a good dicking, you first.”
“You sure?” he asked. I didn’t know whether he was asking me if I wanted him to go first or if it had been Kathryn’s idea.
“Yeah,” I said. “She wants you to do it real slow and easy and make it last a long time. If you feel like you’re about to come, stop and pull out and let it cool off, OK?”
“What are you going to be doing? He asked.
“Watching,” I said.
“Kerry, I want you on top of me for a while,” Kathryn said. “Then you can swap with Kavan and watch.”
He crawled up on top of her and stopped on his hands and knees.
“I wish we could all do something together at the same time,” he said, looking at me.
I’d been thinking the same thing. I’d thought of some things we could do that would be fun. I didn’t know if he’d ever done what Kathryn and I did with Mrs. Lauren. If it worked with one guy and two girls, it would work with two guys and one girl. I even thought of one thing we could do so we both had our dicks in her at the same time. It was something I’d never done before. I didn’t know if she’d go for it.
Kathryn reached up and pulled his dick. He looked down at her and smiled.
“You be slow, now,” she said. “I want to be fucked good before anybody comes.”
He settled down on her and I watched as she guided his dick to the right spot and he eased it into her.
“OK, I can do that,” he said. “I’ve already come twice today. It might take be a few minutes to come a third time.”
“Twice already?” she asked.
She brought her legs up, bent then back, and locked her ankles together with one heel right at the crack of his ass. She liked to do me that way and I guess it was becoming sort of automatic with her.
“Yeah, I did it real quick in the bathroom before we went to school this morning. Then Joanne jacked me off in the tent.”
She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him down, and her breasts flattened against his chest. She liked it when she had me against her like that. She’d told me more than once that she liked to feel my hard pecs against her breasts and my hard cock in her cunt.
“Did you wash out the sink before you left?” Kathryn asked, grinning up at him. I knew she was teasing.
“Yeah. I even lifted the toilet seat before I peed. I’m learning not to leave a mess for somebody else. I’m not a hopeless case.”
I watched him flex his hips and slowly ease them back down. I decided I wanted to watch up close and personal. I moved up so my face was just inches from theirs.
“Is it OK if I watch the action down below?” I asked. “I want to see Kerry’s six-incher bottom out and his balls up against your ass.”
They both turned and looked at me with grins on their face.
“Will you let me watch you from behind when you do it?” Kerry asked.
I nodded. Kerry looked down at Kathryn. She nodded. He nodded too.
I moved around on our big bed until I found a spot where I could see between Kerry’s legs. I grabbed a pillow, folded it in half, and propped my head on it so I could watch with both hands free. I wrapped one hand around my dick and the other around my balls and watched Kerry and Kathryn put on a show for me. It reminded me of the time Kathryn and I had done the show for everybody at the cabin.
He was doing it like she wanted it – slowly and gently. I watched him pull out his six-incher and then slowly ease it back into her. I knew how proud he was. I remembered how I’d felt when mine finally hit that mark. I guess guys are always proud when they know they are going to be at least average. I watched as he pulled out and I could see all of the coral and red flesh of her cunt as he slid it back in and the neat black hair all around. She’d decided to quit shaving around it and just keep it trimmed, said she was tired of it being scratchy and itchy. I knew how she felt because I sometimes scratched my face or something else on her stubble.
Kerry eased it out again and back in until his balls were against her ass and I couldn’t see anything. He stopped for a few seconds and then eased it out again. Damn, it was one hot show. He slid it in slowly again and all I could see was his hairless scrotum right over her asshole.
Hairless? He’s got some hair on it, I knew. He showed his balls to me occasionally, proud that he was getting hair on them and behind them, as well as his little patch of pubic hair. I moved up closer and looked between his legs. He had a little stubble behind his balls and maybe a little on them. Damn! He’s shaved it. Or somebody had shaved it for him. I didn’t see how he could shave back there himself. Now who had been doing that for him? He’d been with Joanne and Stuart last weekend. Joanne must have done it. Shit, I guess he got at her last weekend.
I realized I was stroking my dick faster than he was moving and I felt a faint urge to keep on doing it faster and faster until I came. I took a deep breath, stopped jacking my dick, and just held it in my hand. Kerry did it for a minute or two longer and I think Kathryn realized he was getting faster and faster too. She slapped him gently on the butt.
“Don’t you think it’s time Kavan had a turn,” she asked.
He turned and looked down where I was.
“Nah, just let him jack off,” he said. “I’ll take his turn.”
I reached up and slapped him on the butt a little harder.
“Like hell you will,” I said. “Get your butt down here and watch how I do it.”
I took his place and Kathryn guided my dick into her pussy. When my dick was seated and I was all wrapped up by her, I put my lips next to her ear.
“Did you feel Kerry’s balls and behind them,” I asked. “Somebody’s been shaving him. I’ll bet it was Joanne last weekend.”
“Why would she shave him?” she whispered in my ear. “He doesn’t have much pubic hair yet anyway?”
“No fair whispering,” Kerry said, somewhere back behind me.
I turned and looked for him. He was down at the foot of the bed, kneeling, one arm resting on the bed, the other almost out of sight. I could see his hand moving and the head of his cock exposed on each stroke.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked. “Can you see?”
“Yeah, you can do it now,” he said, and grinned at me. “I can see OK.”
I turned back to Kathryn. She had a wide grin on her face and looked like she was having a hard time keeping from giggling.
I tried my best to do it the way she wanted, just sliding in to the hilt and out to the tip, doing it as slowly as I could. I lifted my head and looked down at her. She had her eyes closed and just a tiny smile on her lips now. I’d seen that look lots of times.
After a couple of minutes, even doing it so slow, I could feel the urge building up in me and I knew I had to stop or I’d come in a minute or so. I stopped and just held it still in her. I tried to think it back down but I knew I couldn’t and I didn’t want to take it out. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
I shook my head slightly. I couldn’t say anything. I was dangerously close.
“Are you about to come?” she whispered.
I nodded slightly. She took her legs off my back and her arms from around me. She pushed gently against my chest.
“Don’t come yet, please,” she whispered. “Take it out.”
I pulled out and flopped over on the bed beside her. I lay there breathing heavily, my heart pounding and my dick throbbing.
“Kerry, can you find me one of those towels?” she asked.
I opened my eyes and saw him standing at the foot of the bed, one hand moving up and down on his cock. He picked up a towel and threw it to her. She rolled over and wiped the sweat off my chest and then wiped all the stuff off my dick. That made the urge go far enough away so that I felt in control again.
“Was that good, Bro?” Kerry asked. “Did you come?”
I shook my head. “No but I was damn close.”
Kerry walked around on the other side of the bed away from me and lay down. He moved over beside Kathryn and put one leg over one of hers.
“What’s your pleasure, now, M’Lady?” he asked.
“I think we should all cool off, Kind Sir,” she answered. “My knight’s lance was overheated.”
We all lay there for a few minutes, doing nothing much except talking.
“Kavan says somebody’s been shaving your balls,” Kathryn accused.
“Yeah, I did it,” he lied.
“Behind them too?” she questioned. “I don’t believe you. I want to see.”
He rolled over on his back, his hand still on his dick, and Kathryn rolled over and sat up. I sat up too and moved so I could see. She lifted his balls and looked behind them. She held them up with one hand and then rubbed her fingertips over them and back toward his asshole.
“All right, tell us,” she said. “Who did it?”
“A gentleman never talks about what he does in bed with a lady,” he answered.
“It was Joanne, wasn’t it?” I asked.
He nodded and that big smile spread over his face.
“Did you have fun with her and Stuart last weekend?” Kathryn asked.
He nodded again.
“Come on, Kerry, tell me,” Kathryn pleaded. “It’s your turn again.”
“Joanne shaved Stuart’s balls a couple of weeks ago when they were playing around. She trimmed his pubes and shaved on his stomach a little bit. It looked neat. She said she’d let us shave her if I’d let her shave me. I wouldn’t let her shave on my stomach. Stuart shaved my face.”
“Did you like it?” Kathryn asked.
“Yeah, it was fun with her and Stuart shaving me. My dick liked it a lot.”
“Did you like shaving her?” I asked.
He nodded. His big grin would have been answer enough.
“What else did you do?” Kathryn asked.
“Do you want me to tell everybody what about what we do tonight?”
“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to sit on you?”
“Promises, promises.”
“She likes to sit on me, Kerry,” I said. “She rides a cock horse to Banbury Cross. Sometimes she comes so hard she almost breaks my dick off and then she comes so hard she almost pinches it off.”
“I’m not telling you anything else,” he said. He put his hands behind his head, put his long legs together, and crossed his ankles.
“Then just lay there, butt-head,” she said. “You’re about to get ridden hard and then put out to pasture wet.”
She straddled Kerry, knelt over him with her hands on his chest, and tried to catch his dick with her pussy. He kept his hands still behind his head, not helping her. I moved over, reached behind Kathryn, grabbed Kerry’s dick, and held it straight up.
She peeked back between her legs, wiggled around a little, and caught his dick with her pussy. I pulled my hand out and she slid all the way down. All I could see between them was Kerry’s balls all bunched up on his thighs and under her ass. I straightened out with my head down near Kerry’s feet so I could watch the show.
I knew he was about to get the ride of his life. With me she’d start off at a slow walk, gradually speed up to a trot, and then finish off with a full gallop. Kerry still had his hands under his head and I guess he thought he was going to have a peaceful ride. I knew better. I watched her moving up and down on his dick while I stroked my own.
When I saw Kerry’s hands come down to Kathryn’s thighs, I knew she’d changed her pace. She wasn’t sliding up and down so much. She was sort of rocking back and forth, flexing her pelvis, keeping his dick buried to the hilt inside her. With me, it always felt like the head of my dick was being rubbed by something firm, almost hard, inside her and it would drive me wild. I didn’t know if she’d rub the end of his dick like she did mine but I saw his hands grip her thighs until his fingers were making dents in her skin.
She changed her pace again, She leaned forward, hands on his shoulders, and combined the up and down with the back and forth. That was the one that usually got me. It usually got her too. I knew the back and forth put pressure on her clitoris and she almost always came not long after she started it.
Then Kerry started grunting and groaning and saying “Oh, sshhhiiiitttt! Oh, sshhhiiiitttt!” Even pinned down, it looked like he was trying to shove his dick up into her deeper. His face looked like he was in agony and I knew he was pumping her pussy full of Kerry juice. She was really riding him hard now and he kept groaning and cussing.
Suddenly she lifted up off him, swung all the way around, straddled me, slapped my hand out of the way, held my dick straight, and settled down on it, all in about two seconds. I tried to hold onto her thighs while she rode me. She was into a hard gallop in seconds and I knew she was about to get hers. She froze and I felt her little lemon-squeezer trying to pinch off my dick. I held still until I felt the last little contractions.
Then I rolled her off to the side, rolled with her, kneed her legs apart, lifted her legs and spread them, bent her back, and settled myself between then. She grabbed my dick and positioned it. I shoved it in hard enough to make her grunt, pulled out, and shoved it in again. I probably didn’t last a minute before my balls erupted. I tried to push my dick deeper in her even when my balls were against her ass cheeks. Every time I’d spurt, I’d shove it into her as hard as I could. After maybe a half-dozen thrusts, I stopped and I could feel her rippling and moving and maybe coming again.
I lay there on top of her for a minute or so, eyes closed, breathing heavily, her hands on my ass, mine on her shoulders from behind. Once in a while, she wiggled around and around beneath me and then subsided. When I finally opened my eyes and looked down at her, she opened hers and smiled at me. Kerry was on one side, head propped up with his arm, watching us. I rolled off to the other side and collapsed. The three of us lay there looking at each other without saying a word.
Finally, Kathryn pushed Kerry and he rolled over with his butt to her. She spooned up to him and put her hand on his hip. I spooned up to her and put my hand on her side. I didn’t hear a thing except heavy breathing that slowly got quieter and quieter. I was sleepy but I didn’t want to go to sleep. I didn’t know what I wanted but I wanted to stay awake. I shut my eyes and had almost drifted away when I heard her whisper my name.
“Kavan.”
“Yeah.”
“Would you get me a towel, please?”
“OK. Kerry, would you get her a towel, please?”
“OK.”
Nobody moved.
“If somebody doesn’t get me a towel, you’re never going to get anything else,” she said.
Kerry and I rolled out of bed at the same time. We both picked up one towel each and then both tried to pick up the third towel. Kerry turned it loose and smiled at me. I walked around in front of Kathryn, handed her a towel, and we all wiped off the same way, face, chest, and then between the legs. I threw my towel to Kerry and he dropped both at the door to the basement. Kathryn tucked hers between her legs. Kerry turned off the light and we both crawled back in bed with her.
I lay there in the dark spooned up to her, thinking about what we’d done. I hoped we’d done what she wanted. I could think of only one thing we hadn’t done. One of us would have to do something I’d never done with her. I had never really wanted to but I knew I would if I knew she wanted me to. I didn’t know whether Kerry had ever done it like that. I didn’t even know if he’d want to do it. She’d said she wanted both of to make love to her at once. The only way I could think of to do that was to make a sandwich with her. One of us would get his dick in her asshole while the other one got his in her pussy. I wondered what she’d say if I suggested it. I wondered what Kerry would say. I decided I’d wait a while, to see if anybody woke up and started anything else. I drifted away into sleep thinking about it.
TO BE CONTINUED:
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