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The Measure of Man is a story of love and sex in the lives of a husband, a
wife, and their three children. The story spans almost four decades in their
lives and tells of their love for each other and for individuals outside the
primary family. The sexual acts described vary greatly but all are within
the realm of those practiced by normal human beings. The Measure of Man is
an epic adventure and will be told in approximately forty chapters.
Twenty-five chapters (1,449 KB) have been completed. Additional chapters
will be published at no specific schedule.

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THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

06 - Forbidden Fantasies

 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, 26 in story, 15 in flashback
Sioned Stuart, 25 in story
Paul Anderson, 26 in flashback
Lauren Anderson, 23 in flashback

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart

It was a rainy, cool Saturday afternoon. We were both in cotton
sweat suits, preparing the ingredients for one of out favorite
stews.

"I don't really believe you," she remarked suddenly, out of
nowhere.  I didn't know what she was talking about.

"About what?" I asked.

"About how innocent you were when Lauren initiated you. From the
way you told it, you were like a choirboy until that afternoon
and then Lauren turned you into one of the world's greatest
lovers. I don't know what teenage boys are really like but I've
heard enough to have a pretty good idea.  From what I've heard
there's a lot of what might be called dirt and darkness in boys
just after puberty, more than there is goodness and light. I've
heard some of you would fuck the crack in a door and then slam it
to get off."

"Yeah, well, I was certainly no angel. I jerked off so much I
wondered if I was normal. But I might do it a half dozen times in
one day and I'd wake up with a hard-on the next morning and it
would be just as hard to live with as it was on the previous
day."

"How about fooling around with other boys?" my wife asked.

"We weren't really into that," I responded.  "I played soccer and
tried out for the track team until I found out I never would run
fast enough to be a winner. We all showered together and somebody
would pop a boner just about every time. After a while, we got
used to it. When somebody finally got up the nerve to jack off in
front of the others, we all started doing it.  There would be a
dozen or so of us in a hot, steamy shower, whacking off all at
once."

"Is that as far as it went?"

"That's all I know about," I said. "High-school kids can be
pretty vicious, you know. None of us wanted to be called fags or
queers."

"But when Lauren and Paul invited you to participate with them,
didn't things get a little more raunchy? I'm talking about what
went on with you and Lauren and Paul for the next few months," my
wife asked. "And I want you to totally honest about it. A
three-some like this has some interesting possibilities.  I'd bet
there were some combinations involving all three of you."

"Are you sure you want to hear it?" I asked. "I'll admit I did
things I'd never done before. Some of it might shock you to know
your choir-boy husband was doing things you might not approve
of."

"Tell it," she ordered. "I want all the dirt, all the good juicy
stuff, all those forbidden fantasies I know we all have
sometimes."

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Paul and I finished our work about mid-day.  Lauren asked us to
watch the baby while she showered.  When she came back a few
minutes later, she was nude, toweling her hair dry.

"The hot water's run out.  Why don't you two go down to the creek
to wash, while I feed the baby?  When you get back, we'll have
lunch and then maybe relax in the sun for a while."

I looked at her breasts, noticing that they seemed smaller and
firmer, not heavy and swollen as I had last seem them.  Lauren
noticed my look and said, "I weaned the baby about a month ago. 
She's on a bottle and baby food now.  It makes a difference,
doesn't it?"  She cupped her hands under her breasts, holding
them up for all three of us to appreciate.

Paul looked at me and grinned, then sat down and took off his
boots.  I followed his lead.  He didn't hesitate to pull off his
jeans.  I stood for a moment, unsure, until Lauren nodded at me.

"Go on," she said, "we've both seen you naked before and you've
seen us.  You gotta learn to relax with us. We've both agreed on
this.  We want to have fun this weekend - all of us. And more
weekends this summer and fall."

She went back inside for a moment, while I pulled off my jeans
and shorts.  She came back with a bar of soap and two towels. 
She looked first at me, up and down, then at her husband.

"You two could be brothers," she said, "or maybe father and son."

We walked down the hillside, following a path between the
boulders.  Near the creek was a flat grassy area that looked like
it had been recently mowed.  The creek water was still cold. 
Paul waded out to the deepest areas, about waist deep, ducked
under, and came up shivering.  I was still standing, the water
only at mid-thigh.  Paul moved toward me and, before I could
resist, pulled me into the deeper water, and pushed me under. 
When I came up, he grabbed me again, pinning my arms to my sides,
laughing, and tried to duck me again. This time I resisted, my
legs spread wide, determined to take him with me if he succeeded.
 Maybe my strength was equal to his, or maybe we both became
aware of our naked bodies pressed against each other. We kept
wrestling until we both had hard-ons. When Paul grabbed my cock,
I grabbed his and yelled, "Pull."  Paul finally gave up and waded
back to the bank of the creek looking for the soap.  I waded back
to the shallower water and we both used the soap to scrub away
the sweat and dirt of our morning work.  This time we both waded
into the deeper water to rinse off.

Paul and I lay on the grass, enjoying the sun, while Paul told me
about his infertility problems. It had something to do with the
motility of his sperm.  He told me about all the medical
procedures they'd tried before finally deciding to use a sperm
donor for their first baby. It finally dawned on me that they
wanted to use a sperm donor for their second baby. They wanted me
not only to donate the sperm but also to implant it the old
fashioned way. Paul told me Lauren had had a normal period after
I had fucked her. And they wanted me to try again.

Paul made sure that I understood I'd never be recognized legally
as the father. I thought about what he was asking, how I felt
about both of them, and how the baby would grow up. I agreed and
promised to keep my mouth shut about it.

"There's something else you've got to agree with," Paul added. 
"Lauren and I like every kind of sexual activity. You've already
done some of them with Lauren.  But she wants us to get involved
with each other too. I don't want to fuck you and I don't want
your big dick up my ass. But she said there's nothing wrong with
us touching each other. She asked me if I'd get you involved in
oral sex - between us. She wants to watch us."

"Paul, you've gotta be kidding." I said, sort of thinking out
loud.  "You've just asked me to impregnate your wife and to suck
your dick in the same afternoon."

"Yeah, that's true, but I'll suck your dick all afternoon if
Lauren asks me.  And I'd be glad to impregnate your wife someday
if I just could."

I looked at Paul, wondering if he was joking.  When I saw the
tears running down his cheeks, I finally realized how difficult
this was for him.

I stood up and held out my hand to Paul. When he stood, I stepped
closer and wrapped my arms around him and just held him for a
minute or so, my body pressed against his, my cheek against his.

"I'm sure you two have thought this through.  If you're sure it's
what you want, then I'll do whatever you want. I think you know
how much I love both of you - and I'm not ashamed to say it."

When we got back to the cabin, Lauren was just finished feeding
the baby.  "I'll put her to bed now," she said, "and she should
sleep a good part of the afternoon."

We had lunch at the picnic table on the deck, perhaps the first
time I had ever had a meal in the nude. Paul and Lauren were both
so relaxed about it that it seemed evident that this was
something they did often at the cabin.

Afterwards, I helped Paul bring two mattresses outdoors, laying
them out side by side, directly in the sun. Lauren brought out
some old quilts and we all spread them out on the mattresses.

Lauren immediately lay down in the center, on her stomach.  When
Paul chose her left side, I lay down on the right, my arms down
to my sides.  The warmth from the sun felt good on my body. I
always enjoyed lying in the sun at home.  But this was the first
time I'd ever done it in the nude. I resolved then to find the
opportunity to do it more often. Lauren's face was turned toward
me and I studied it intently for a moment and then closed my
eyes.

I felt Lauren move beside me as she took my hand in hers. A few
minutes later she released my hand and I felt the palm of her
hand on my ass.  Her fingertips moved ever so gently all over me.
 When I lay down, my cock had been soft and pointed downward. 
Now, as it tried to swell, it became uncomfortable in that
position. I rose up far enough from the mattress to insert one
hand and bring it to an upward position. At the same time, I
lifted my head slightly to look toward Paul.  His face was turned
in my direction, eyes closed.  Lauren's other hand was on his
ass.  I closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted.

A minute later, Lauren rose up on her knees.  "I want you two to
move closer together," she said.  We both did as she instructed,
awkwardly, still on our stomachs, while Lauren placed her knees
over my left leg and over Paul's right.  Paul and I were only
inches apart.

"Why are you both so afraid to touch each other?" she asked.  "I
love to feel your hands on me and I know you love it when I touch
you.  Why must you always keep just that little distance between
you?"

I watched through half-closed eyes for Paul to make the first
move. Instead, Lauren started us off by lifting Paul's hand and
placing it on my ass.  I could feel her guiding his hand around
at first, until Paul began to move on his own.

Next, Lauren did the same thing with me, lifting my arm so that
it lay over Paul's, bringing my hand down on his ass. I began to
explore, immediately aware of Paul's more muscular body.

I looked directly into Paul's eyes for a moment, then upwards
toward Lauren.  She was watching us, moving her gaze alternately
between us. At length, she seemed satisfied with what she saw.

"Now, turn over," she said.

Paul and I both did it at the same time, awkward again, trying to
find where to rest our adjacent arms.  I ended up with one arm
curved around, resting on my stomach, the other bent upward,
behind my head.  Lauren straddled our adjacent legs again.

My cock had been semi-tumescent when I lay on my stomach.  Now,
it began to swell, moving of its own accord across my stomach,
until the head pointed toward my navel.  I watched Paul's penis
react the same way, as though we were in a race to see who could
become erect first. I could see Paul looking down at me, watching
too. Lauren, on her knees, looking down on both of us, seemed
fascinated by the process.  The race ended in a dead heat, as our
cocks lifted up off our stomachs, at almost the same moment.

Lauren leaned back, sitting on our legs, and took my cock in her
right hand and Paul's in her left.  She stroked both of us up and
down a few times. She handled Paul's circumcised cock gently when
her encircling fingers touched the head.  But she seemed confused
with mine, watching as the foreskin skid over the head of my cock
as she stroked upward.  And then she leaned over Paul and took
the head of his cock in her mouth.  I watched as she sucked on
it, and then teased it, licking around the rim with her tongue. 
After a minute or so, she leaned over me, sucking vigorously on
the head of my cock while she stroked up and down.

She straightened up for a moment, reaching for my hand and Paul's
at the same time.  She tried to sort out the right combination
for our arms to cross.  I realized that she wanted me to put my
hand on Paul and so I helped her, curling my hand around her
husband's cock.  At the same time, I felt Paul's hand on me. She
watched, smiling, down at us. I began to stroke Paul's cock and
felt him do the same. Lauren leaned over further, one hand on
Paul's chest, the other on mine, and kissed Paul first,
open-mouthed, me second, teasing my tongue with hers. She moved
downward again, her hands on my testicles and on Paul's, while
she again alternated between my cock and Paul's with her mouth.

Lauren asked me to lay back and close my eyes. I could feel Paul
move away from me.  Seconds later, I felt a warm mouth engulf the
head of my cock, while somebody's hand pulled down on the skin on
the shaft. I felt the first flush of sexual heat as the mouth
kept closing on my glans while a tongue teased the area under the
head. I guess I was aware that the mouth could really belong to
either Paul or Lauren. Somehow I didn't care. After a few
minutes, I lifted my head and opened my eyes - Paul and Lauren
were taking alternate turns.

I sat up and then pushed Paul down on his back. Lauren looked at
me and I nodded.  We both went to work on Paul. It was a first
for me but I had already learned how I liked to have my cock
sucked so I just did that to Paul. I pulled his balls downward to
tighten the skin on his cock.  With one deep breath, I opened my
mouth and wrapped it around the head of Paul's cock.  I sucked on
it and pulled my lips up at the same time. I heard Paul gasp, so
I kept on doing the same thing.  Lauren watched intently.  When I
straightened up, she moved in and did the same thing to Paul.

Lauren and I alternated for a few minutes. I wondered what I
would do if he came in my mouth. But then Lauren pushed me down
beside Paul, lying in the opposite direction. I knew what she
wanted so I reached out and held Paul's cock so I could reach it
with my mouth.  A few seconds later, I felt him do the same thing
to me.  Now I began to wonder what Paul would do if I came in his
mouth.

"Damn," Lauren said, "that's sexy. You've got me so hot that both
of you boy scouts are going to have to piss on my campfire to put
it out."

I would have sworn I could have felt the sperm swimming up out of
my balls and the rest of my semen getting ready to propel them
out of my prostrate gland.  I knew I had to stop or I'd lose one
good chance of getting Lauren pregnant.

"I can't take it any more," I said looking at Lauren.  "I'm going
to come if Paul doesn't stop"

Lauren immediately lay down on her back, her legs bent akimbo,
her arms reaching up to me.  I could see the red, glistening lips
and inner flesh of her cunt calling to me.

"O.K., baby, come to Mama," Lauren said.

I moved over her, rubbed the head of my cock up and down between
the glistening lips of her cunt, and then held it poised at the
entrance. I looked first at Paul and then at her.

"I'm no baby," I said, "I'm a fucking maniac - and I'm going to
give you a baby - if you're sure that's what you want.

Lauren said, "Fuck me," and Paul nodded.  I slid it into her in
one continuous motion. I rested when my balls nestled up against
her ass cheeks, savoring the indescribable feeling of my cock
encased in her living flesh.  Quickly, the need to feel more came
over me and I began to slide my cock in and out of her.  In less
than a minute, I was pounding into her.  And then I felt my semen
boiling up out of me and I shoved it in to the hilt and gave her
the entire load.

For a minute or so, I lay on top of Lauren, my entire weight on
her, my face nuzzling into the area between her neck and
shoulder.  When I finally looked up, Paul was on his knees beside
us, stroking his cock.  I looked down at Lauren and asked, "Are
you ready for your boy scout husband?"

She nodded and Paul started to move over her.  She pushed him
back and turned around, on her hands and knees, with her ass up
in the air.  Paul immediately moved behind her, held his cock
with one hand, and slid into the cunt that I had just left sloppy
with my semen.

I moved so that I could watch the action. Paul started off just
as I had, slowly sliding in and out.  I could see a white froth
of something, my semen or her lubrication, coating the shaft of
his cock and the lips of Lauren's cunt. My cock had not lost all
of its blood supply after fucking Lauren and I could feel it
begin to engorge again. I reached down and began to stroke it as
I usually did, sliding the skin up and down without touching the
glans. Paul watched me while I watched what he was doing to his
wife. He was almost as quick on the trigger as I was because he
quickly shoved his cock in all the way and threw his head back in
the sweet agony and ecstasy of blasting out another load.

When he pulled out, Lauren started to stretch out on her stomach
but I said one word - Wait.  Paul moved out of the way and I
moved in. Her cunt was totally open to me, blood-red flesh
flecked with white come, and I slid into her in one slow motion
again.  This time, I held her by her hips and began to give it to
her without restraint. Each time I shoved it all the way in, I
could her grunt as though someone had hit her in the stomach.
Paul knelt just beside us, watching as though in a trance.  I
glanced at his cock and saw that it had stayed at almost full
erection also.  He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it for
a minute.

Then he stood up and threw one leg over Lauren's back, straddling
her.  I looked up and saw that he was watching my cock slide in
and out of his wife. But when I looked down, I saw that his cock
was directly in front of my face. I knew what he wanted but I
wasn't sure that I could do it.

He must have sensed my reluctance because he placed one hand on
the back of my head, holding his cock out toward me with the
other, and pulled my head toward his cock. I looked at it, red
and almost bruised looking, veins standing out all along the
shaft, shining with a coat of Lauren's juices combined with my
come.  And I opened my mouth.

I resumed my hip motions, letting Lauren have all of my length at
once.  Paul, thankfully, was more restrained. He began to fuck my
mouth, holding my head, but only pushing in a few inches of his
cock.  I was totally lost in a red flush of lust by now.  I
started sucking on the glans of Paul's cock as strongly as I
could, timing that at the same rhythm as my cock sliding into
Lauren. I reached up with one hand and held Paul's balls, pulling
down on them slightly. Within a minute or so, I knew I was coming
again.  I shoved my cock into her depths one more time and let
out a loud grunt. As I came in Lauren's cunt, spurting another
load of semen against her cervix, Paul began to come in my mouth,
spurting his load against the back of my throat. I almost gagged
but I quickly took a deep breath and swallowed, and swallowed,
and swallowed.

When Paul let go of my head, I pulled my cock out of Lauren and
collapsed on the mattress. I looked first at Paul and then at
Lauren.

"Sheeiitt," I said, dragging it out. "I can't believe what I just
did."

<><><>

Afterwards, we sat on the deck, talking, playing with their baby
girl, drinking a couple of bottles of champagne, nibbling on
bread and cheese and olives and apples. We stayed there until the
light had almost faded. The evening developed a slight chill and
we went one at a time and came back, dressed identically in jeans
and polo shirt. Lauren was gone for about a half hour and Paul
said she was probably feeding the baby and putting her down for
the night.

When she came back, I brought up the subject of what we had done
that afternoon. "I've never done anything like that before," I
said.

"Do you mean everything we did or something specific?" he asked.

"That's the first time I've sucked another man's cock," I said.
"And I would never have believed before today that I'd let him
come in my mouth and I'd swallow it."

"Women do it all the time," Lauren said. "Some love to do it and
some do it out of love for the man. I've done it enough to know
it won't kill you.  Hell, it won't even get you pregnant.  I
learned that in High School."

I looked at Paul, waiting for his reaction. He just grunted and
then said, "Yep, we were in high school together. We were into
oral sex before we were in the eleventh grade and it was another
year before I got into her cunt. I went into the military when I
graduated and we got married a couple of years later.

Lauren stood up first, holding out one hand to Paul, the other to
me. Inside the cabin, Paul locked the glass doors and Lauren
pulled heavy drapes across them. She led us to one of the
bedrooms and turned on the light.  I saw one king-size mattress
on the floor in a corner.

Lauren followed us in, opened an old trunk, and pulled out more
quilts and a blanket.

"Spread these on the bed, quilts first and then the blanket on
top," she said. When Paul and I were finished, she opened the
door an old wardrobe and began to pull out pillows. She pitched
them to me, one at a time, ten or twelve of them, and I threw
them on the mattresses.

Paul took an old kerosene lamp off a shelf above the mattresses,
lit it, and adjusted the flame. As he put the lamp back on the
shelf, Lauren turned off the electric lights. The room was almost
in darkness, with just enough light to see each other.

I stood, waiting, my heart pounding with anticipation, not
knowing what to expect, but certain that I wanted whatever they
had in mind.

Lauren walked up to me, took my by the hand, and led me over to
her husband. She took his hand in hers. "Take his other hand,"
she said. I didn't know whether she was talking to me or to Paul
but we both reached out at the same time.

"Women are creatures of fantasy," she whispered, looking first
into my eyes, then into Paul's. "We called upon our goddess to
create men, to serve our needs and to satisfy our pleasures.
Tonight it is my fantasy to have two men make love to me at the
same time, to use you as I wish. Do you wish to be part of my
fantasy?"

Paul and I both answered yes at the same time.

"Then you must follow my commands. You must first be purified in
the smoke and fire. Then your face and body must be painted to
strip away your old self. From that time, until I release you,
you are not the man you think you are."

From a box on the table, she took a bowl and a large cone of
incense. Paul held a match until the tip began to glow and she
put the incense in the bowl and sat it on the floor in the center
of the three of us.

"Now we must stand naked before each other," Lauren said. "As we
shed out clothes, we strip away old identities, to prepare
ourselves to be other than what we were. The two will assist the
one, first you," and she nodded at me, "and then you," and she
nodded at Paul.

Paul pulled my knit shirt over my head. When he was finished,
Lauren unsnapped the catch on my jeans and pulled the zipper
down. When she stooped to pull my jeans down, she pulled then
down slowly, tantalizingly slow, watching as my penis and
testicles were gradually revealed. She caught me behind the knee,
to signal me to step out of first one leg of my jeans and then
the other. Immediately, I felt the first throbbing pulses as my
cock began to lift in anticipation.

When she stood up, she turned toward Paul. I waited for her to
take the lead. When she pulled his shirt over his head, I undid
his jeans. When I pulled them down, his cock was semi-tumescent,
his balls hanging low in his scrotum. I had a strange thought
that they looked very nice, sort of relaxed and casual about this
whole affair.

Paul and I then turned to her. Her shirt was buttoned so we both
undid it, alternating on the buttons and then peeling it off her
shoulders at the same time. Paul pulled the top of her jeans
apart, waited for me to unzip them, and we both pulled them down.

"Now we must join our bodies in the fire," she said. When she
reached toward my groin with the scissors, I instinctively pulled
away. She giggled, sounding like a schoolgirl.

She trimmed the pubic hair on each side of my cock, catching the
curls in her other hand. Then she handed the scissors to me and
stooped in front of Paul, both hands cupped just under his
testicles. On each side of his penis, I cut away some of the
hair, letting it fall into her hands. I handed the scissors to
Paul and stooped in front of her, holding my two hands cupped
between her thighs. Paul snipped twice and I added the hair to
the other clippings in her hands.

She stooped over the bowl with the incense in it and rubbed her
hands together, gradually letting our combined hair fall down on
the incense. The smell of burning hair mingled with that of the
incense.

"Now we must bring the sacred smoke into out bodies," Lauren
said, as she opened a drawer in a small chest. She pulled out an
old Prince Albert can and opened it.  When she pulled out an
oddly-shaped cigarette, I knew I was about to experience another
first. She leaned over the incense bowl and lit the cigarette.

"Are you sure that's a sacred herb or is it just pot?" I asked.

"It's some damn good stuff Paul brought back from one of his
trips.  If you're not used to it, take it slow until you see how
it affects you," she answered.

She pulled the smoke into her lungs, held it, released it,
inhaled again, and handed the cigarette to me. I did as she had
done, holding the smoke in my lungs as long as I could. I handed
it to Paul and he did the same.  At first, I thought that it was
having no effect on me but by the time we had finished the second
cigarette, I felt light-headed, relaxed, and so horny I thought
my hard cock would burst.

"Now we must let the holy paints bring the other into us, Lauren
said. "The two of you will join together in finding the creature
I will become tonight."

She opened a box containing tubes with different colors on each.

"These are made from natural vegetable oils and colors. They
won't hurt you, no matter where you put them. They wash away with
soap and water," she paused, "and they even taste good."

She selected two tubes and handed one to Paul. As they removed
the caps, she turned to me.

"Close your eyes while we change your face," she said.

I shut my eyes and stood quietly, feeling fingertips first
circling my eyes and then stroking over my forehead and cheeks.

"When you open your eyes, you will be a new creature, one that
you know from your dreams," she whispered. "You will be totally
free from all restraints and inhibitions, a wild boy seeking to
satisfy his hungers."

I felt their fingertips this time on my chest, first circling my
nipples and then drawing lines toward my shoulders and toward my
stomach. When I felt someone's fingertips on my cock, I wondered
who was holding it, Paul or Lauren. I felt a stripe being painted
down from my navel, down my stomach, just to the base of my cock.

Lauren and I let out imagination run wild while painting Paul. 
His face was unrecognizable.  Then Paul and I painted Lauren; we
were both laughing when we turned her breasts into eyes, her
navel into a nose with a mouth just below and a chin sporting a
van-dyke beard. All three of us ended up with a laughing fit that
seemed impossible to stop.

At length, Lauren reached up to me and pulled my head down to
hers, my mouth to hers.  When she opened her mouth and started
battling my tongue with hers, I thought of the tune about dueling
banjos and somehow that seemed hilarious. I pulled away laughing
and Lauren started kissing Paul. When she pushed Paul toward me,
it seemed the most natural thing in the world to open my mouth to
his. We both had trouble holding the kiss while still giggling.

We went around again, kissing each other. Then Lauren dropped to
her knees and grabbed my cock in one hand and Paul's in the
other. She started slurping on one after the other. After a
minute she flopped back on the mattress and said, "Now it's your
turn to pay homage to the goddess." When she opened her legs
wide, Paul and I both looked at her and then at each other.  Paul
said, "After you, sir." I answered, "No, no, after you. I insist.
My mother raised me to have good manners."  We both started
laughing again.

But then Lauren yelled, "Shut up! The question is not who goes
first but who comes first." Somehow, that was even funnier and
all three of us burst out in another fit of laughing.

Paul took my hand and dropped to his knees, pulling me down with
him.  He buried his face between her thighs and then I heard what
I thought at first was a loud fart. It took me a minute to
realize Paul had made the sound with his mouth against Lauren's
leg. When he said, "Thank god for a breath of fresh air," it set
off another round of laughing fits.

When my laughter subsided, I looked down at Lauren and her open
thighs, at the dark pubic bush with the pink and coral lips
below. I stretched out on my stomach lying between her legs,
supporting myself on my elbows.  I slid my hands up under
Lauren's butt and lifted her up until I brought her vulva up to
my mouth. I took one long lick, starting just this side of her
asshole, along the length of her vaginal lips, and up until I
felt the bump of her clitoris under my tongue.

"If I'm going to eat pussy," I laughed, "I'm going to do it my
way." And I repeated the licking, slurping noisily each time.
Paul squatted down beside us and, when I came up for air, he took
his turn, deliberately being as noisy as I was.

After a minute or so, Paul stopped and said, "Wait, I just
remembered that if one eats pussy, it should be properly stuffed
first."  He lay down beside Lauren and then pulled her up and
around until she figured out what he wanted.

She was sitting astride Paul, her face toward her feet, with
Paul's cock outstretched on his stomach toward her.  He lifted
her up by the waist and she reached down, held his cock steady,
and lowered herself down on it. She leaned back and I looked down
at the picture they presented: Paul's legs spread just slightly,
his balls hanging down between, his cock disappearing into
Lauren, Lauren's legs spread wider, her vaginal lips stretched
round his cock, cock and cunt both glistening and almost red with
blood. And Lauren pulling back her vaginal lips with red-nailed
fingers to show the pearl, if pearls are ever red, of her
clitoris. And they were both still giggling.

"O.K., now," Paul said, "you can eat all the stuffed pussy you
can hold."

Again I stretched out on my stomach, between their legs. I held
Paul's balls in one hand and used my thumb and finger on the
other to spread Lauren's lips until her clitoris stood out, beet
red and shining, totally out from under its hood.  I licked up
first one side and then the other, my tongue touching both the
underside of Paul's cock and the lips of Lauren's vagina.  Each
time I ended up at Lauren's clitoris.

"Come on, kid," Paul said, "Let's see how many orgasms we can
give her before she begs us to stop."

And then I concentrated on her clitoris.  I sucked on it, as
though trying to pull it into my mouth, flicked my tongue up and
down on it, repeating the sequence again and again. Shortly I
heard Lauren gasp and I suppose Paul could tell what was
happening with her since his cock could feel her contractions.

"That's one," Paul said.

I took a few deep breaths, relaxed for a minute, looking at the
image just in front of me.  Then I slowly started back to the
same routine.  After a minute or so, I heard Paul say, "That's
two."

Evidently, Paul had reached the stage where he knew he was about
to come.  He began to lift his hips, thrusting upward into her
again and again.  I tried to get back into the action, to bring
my mouth back to their juncture, but it was about like trying to
ride a bucking bull. It was no use so I just settled for licking
furiously at her clit when Paul pushed it up into range.

A few seconds later, Paul said, "That's three." But I knew he was
talking about his own orgasm, not Lauren's.  I could see his
balls drawn up tight against the base of his cock and I knew what
that meant. I straightened up, still on my knees, and said, "No
fair, Lauren's had two and you've had one and I haven't had any."

Paul squirmed out from under Lauren, letting her down on the
mattress beside him. She lay back on a pillow, her knees in the
air, legs spread open.  I could see Paul's semen oozing out of
her cunt, the first cream pie I had ever actually seen where the
cream was poured by somebody else.

I needed no invitation.  I moved up between her legs, my cock in
one hand. When I felt the head slide between her drooling lips, I
slid the rest into her in one slow continuous motion. 
Immediately, I began giving her long hard thrusts, not caring how
quickly I came.

But then Paul pulled a surprise on me.  I felt his hand on my
butt, his finger trying to insinuate between my cheeks. When I
felt one finger pushing to gain entrance, I automatically
recoiled and gave Lauren an extra-hard shove.

"Relax," Paul said, "I'm not trying to prime you for fucking.  I
want to show you something you might not know about your
prostrate, I mean prostate, gland. Damn, my tangue is getting all
toungled up."

I held still while he pushed one finger into me. He felt around
and evidently found the spot he was looking for.  I felt an
almost instantaneous need to come, but with an urgency that I
didn't understand.

I started back at Lauren again, humping her while Paul pressed
his finger against my prostate gland.  Within seconds, I reached
that point of ejaculatory inevitability where there's no holding
it in.  With the first contraction, I think I almost fainted in
pleasure.  I shut my eyes, shoved my cock as deeply into Lauren
as I could, and everything else faded away while I wallowed in
the bliss of each spurt. When it finally stopped, I collapsed on
top of Lauren, completely spent in more ways than one.

"Jeez loueez," I said, "I think I blew my balls out."

I guess Paul and Lauren didn't understand.  Paul asked, "Do you
mean like a tire blowout? Are they flat on the bottom? Let me
look."

That set off another round of hilarious laughter. I rolled off
Lauren to one side.  Paul lay on the other side.  All three of us
were covered with sweat.  You could smell the sweat and cunt and
come, permeating the room like a heavy fog.  We all lay there,
panting for breath.  My eyes were shut and I knew I could go to
sleep quickly if I let it happen. I was just about to fade away
when Lauren said, "You two are quite a team.  Could I sign you up
for a long-term contract?"

"No," I answered, "I'm just on this job temporarily.  When you're
pregnant, it's up to you and Paul to take over for the next
twenty or so years. But if you have a boy in nine months, you can
name him after me if you wish."

We rested a few minutes more and finally Lauren said, "I think I
want a shower and then something cold to drink. Are you two too
fucked out to get up and shower with me?"

Paul and I both groaned and followed her. We went down the stairs
to the area under the house that served as a shower area. The hot
water system, warmed by the sun, had recovered but Paul said we'd
better not expect it to last very long.

Back upstairs, we fixed big glasses of sweetened iced-tea and
pulled out the some sandwich-making stuff.  I drank one glass of
tea and ate one sandwich before Paul and Lauren had half
finished.  When I started making another sandwich, they both
watched me, smiling at each other.

"What?" I demanded, "I'm a growing boy and I think I just shot a
few hundred extra calories today."

We sat around for a while longer, talking about what we had just
done.

"As the pot-heads say, that was some good shit we were smoking.
I've never tried it before. Does it always affect you that way
and make you think everything is funny?" I asked.

"No," Paul responded, "it's hard to predict how it'll affect
different people. Most do get relaxed and silly, some just get
horny, a few get a little nasty and inconsiderate of what they're
doing."

"Do you smoke this stuff regularly," I asked, looking at Lauren.

"No, that's the first we've had in a couple of years, since
before we started trying to have our first baby. And if I'm
pregnant anytime soon, I won't use it again. I make Paul leave it
alone if I have to.  We figured having you here with us was sort
of a special occasion; one that might require something to make
you lose your inhibitions.  Did it work?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "But I sure hope I can
have a little more sense when I finally get to fuck around with
girls in the future."

"You will," Lauren responded. "But for now, do you think you are
up to one more before we go to sleep?"

I looked at Paul and he looked at me.  I took his hand and
started leading him toward the bedroom. When we had gone a few
steps, I looked back at Lauren and asked, "Are you coming too."

"I sure as hell hope so," she replied.

<><><>

Back on the mattress again, Paul and I both concentrated our
attention on Lauren.  We switched around from kissing her to
sucking on her breasts to fingering her cunt. When we ended up
with our mouths on her two breasts and each with a finger in her
or stroking her clitoris, she began to squirm under us.

I looked at Paul and Lauren and asked, "Who goes first this
time?"

Paul looked at Lauren and leaned over, his head beside hers,
while he whispered something in her ear.

"I don't know whether I want to try that," she said. "If I do,
you'd damn sure better stop if I tell you to."

Paul nodded in agreement.

Lauren pushed me down on my back and threw one leg over me,
sitting on my thighs.  She milked my cock down and, when a few
drops of clear liquid oozed out, she rubbed it all over my cock
head.  She then rose up over me and slowly began to work my cock
all the way into her. When I saw it disappear inside her, so that
our combined pubic hair blocked my view, she looked at Paul and
said simply, "O. K."

Paul pulled my legs and Lauren's apart so he could get on his
knees behind her. I felt him reach down between us, evidently to
get some of the lubrication from Lauren and rub it on his cock.

"It's called a sandwich," Paul said. "Ever hear of it?"

I shook my head side to side.

"Well, just think of a club sandwich," Lauren said. "You two are
the slices of bread.  I'm the filling.  And then there are two
toothpicks stuck through to hold the sandwich together.

"Toothpicks?" Paul and I responded at the same time.

When Lauren started giggling again, Paul said, "Damn it, hold
still. I'll never get it in with you wiggling. And I don't want
to hurt you so you'll make us stop."

Frustrated, Paul got up and left the bedroom.  He returned a
minute later with a bottle of baby oil. I watched as he
generously coated his cock with it.  He held the bottle upside
down over Lauren and I could feel some of it run down her and
over my cock and balls.

He got in position behind her again and I could tell he was
trying to push his cock into her asshole.  After a few seconds,
Lauren gasped and I guessed that Paul was in.

"Just hold still, you two. Try to relax, Lauren. The head's in
and we'll just leave it like that until it stops hurting."

"Paul's fucked me in the ass before," Lauren grunted. "It's not
something we do with any regularity. When I relax, he can get
most of his cock in with no problem. I do enjoy it as a sort of
dirty fuck. I can even come if he reaches around and rubs my
clit."

"You two are sure giving me an education in sex today," I said.
"I never even thought of some of the stuff we've done."

"Let's roll over so our little boy's on top," Lauren suggested.
"I want him to see how he likes an Italian sandwich when there're
two sausages in the roll."

I would never have believed it possible but Paul wrapped his arms
around both me and Lauren and I quickly found myself on top. When
I thought about the two sausages still sticking in the roll, I
started giggling again.

"I didn't think Italian sausages came with Alfredo sauce," I
joked.

"You'd better be damn glad that yours isn't buried in a red
sauce," Lauren replied, setting off another round of laughter.

I could feel Paul begin to move back and forth and I suddenly
realized I could feel him penetrating Lauren, through the parts
of her that separated us. Lauren seemed lost in her own feelings,
her eyes closed, her mouth tight. I lowered my head down until
her lips met mine and then pried them open with my tongue. I
wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly against me.  And
then I slowly began to move too, sliding my cock out just an inch
or so and then out.

Gradually, I increased the length of my strokes, trying to feel
what Paul was doing and how deep he was in her.  After a minute
of so, I was able to coordinate my movements with his: when he
pushed in, I was pulling out and when he pulled out, I pushed in.
Slowly we developed our rhythm so that we were both fucking her
at the same time. After a few minutes, I felt Lauren take a deep
breath and her body go rigid. I could feel the series of
contractions in her cunt.  I stopped for a minute until she
settled down on me and then I resumed fucking her again.  Paul
started back again too. I could feel myself just on the verge of
coming but I tried to hold back somehow, waiting to see if Paul
would come first.

Finally, I knew I was no longer in control and that I was coming
again.  I let it happen, shoving my cock in as deep as I could in
that primordial need to deposit my sperm inside her cunt as deep
as possible. I had hardly stopped when I could tell Paul was
coming too.  His movements became erratic and then I could feel
him shove his cock up her anus while he shot his load.

We lay like that for a minute or so, all breathing heavily. Paul
pulled out first. I felt my cock softening and I was almost
thankful. I pulled out too and Lauren rolled off onto the
mattress between us.

She looked around and found one of the damp towels we had brought
back up from our shower. She wiped her face off first and then
her body.  Finally she stuck the towel between her legs and lay
back with her head on a pillow.

"I'm going to sleep," she said. "If the baby wakes up, one of you
two fuckers can feed her.  But don't call me. I'm fucked out."

Paul grabbed his towel and wiped off too, including his cock and
balls. He stretched out beside Lauren, on his side, and she
nestled up against his butt. I got my towel and wiped off and lay
down too.  Lauren reached one hand around and pulled me up
against her backside.

<><><>

"Well, that certainly qualifies as the raunchiest dream or
fantasy I've ever heard. I'm betting some of it was true," my
wife said. "How much was really true?"

"All of it," I said. "I've tried to tell you what happened to the
best of my memory. It's been over ten years and I may have made a
mistake or two in trying to remember. But I'll swear that I've
made no effort to embellish any of it."

We had been sitting at the kitchen table as I told my tale.
Either my wife or I had periodically stirred the stew. The whole
kitchen smelled of the Italian sausage and tomatoes and herbs.

"Would you get us a bottle of wine?" she asked. "I'll slice some
bread and toast it.  When we get through with supper, I'm going
to take you to bed and give you your dessert."

I smiled, knowing I was going to have something else good to eat.
TO BE CONTINUED:





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