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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

07 - Reality vs Fantasy

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.

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CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Kieran Stuart, 37 in story
Sioned Stuart, 36 in story, 16 in flashback
Pop Stuart, various ages in flashbacks
Mom Stuart, various ages in flashbacks
Alan Stuart, various ages in flashbacks, 5 years older than
Kieran
Kara Stuart, various ages in flashbacks 3 years older than Kieran
Kieran Stuart, various ages in flashbacks
Nicholas Stamapoulas, 15 in flashbacks
Sebastian, Stamapoulas, 17 in flashbacks

TELLING THE STORY:

Kieran Stuart
Sioned Stuart

(KIERAN)

Our breathing and heart rates finally returned to normal.  We lay
quietly together, still close, arms and legs entangled. I was
drenched in sweat and, since Sioned had been under me, so was
she. I could smell the mixed aroma of our body sweat and sex
fluids. It was like some powerful aphrodisiac.

"Kieran?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"It's you, you..., damn, I'm well and truly fucked."

"I'm glad I please you, m'lady."

"Oh you do, love, you really do. I don't know where you got your
attitude about sex. I'm glad you like to do it so many ways,
especially to me. But I think sometimes my heart's going to give
out when you get at me like that."

"Attitude? Sioned, I don't have an attitude."

"Don't be a wise-ass, Kieran. I'm talking about the way you think
about sex. No matter what we do, I never feel like it's dirty
with you. And no matter what, I always feel loved when we're
finished, not just fucked.  How'd you develop that sort of
thinking, that sort of attitude?"

"That one's easy to answer. Most of it comes from growing up with
my parents.  They'd never talk about the specifics of their love
life. But they sure as hell didn't go out of their way to hide
anything. Mom'd sit in Dad's lap sometimes when he was reading
and start kissing him. I mean, open mouth, like teenagers. And
they let us kids see them do it. Dad would grab Mom in the
kitchen and pull her up against him. He'd lean on the counter,
put his hands on her ass, and sort of go dreamy eyed while he
whispered something to her. And I'd be sittin' there eatin'
breakfast before school.  With a hard-on."

"Tell me about them?" she asked.

"What? You know them. What can I tell you that you don't already
know?"

"How you really feel about them. Pretend I don't know them.
Pretend I've never been to their house."

"Ah, the house. Well, first I suppose I ought'a tell you a little
about the house where we lived when I was growing up, where they
still live.  It was a big old house, not a mansion, on top of a
hill.  From the street out front, there're lots of hardwood trees
all over the lot and in the summer you can't see the most of the
house.  In the back, the hillside slopes down to a small creek
and a floodplain. The house looks like two stories from the front
but from the back you can see the basement. That's where Dad and
Alan and I walled off a bedroom for Alan and me. My parents and
sister Kara had their bedrooms on the top floor. The house
originally had a one-car garage in the basement that you had to
drive down part of the hill to get in.  When my parents bought
it, they added a two-car garage on one side.  My father used the
basement garage to work on cars.  He was an engineer but he'd
moved into management levels by the time I was about six. His job
was white collar then. He loved to work on old cars, usually had
one in some stage of repair. I think he did it just to get his
hands dirty."

"So you learned about cars from him?" she asked.

"Yeah, my brother and I both learned to love working on'em well
before we could even drive.  We've spent more hours than I could
count working with Dad. It wasn't unusual for someone to come to
the basement and find all three of us in filthy overalls and
covered with grease and dirt."

"I'll bet your mother didn't care much for that."

"No, no, she really approved of it.  She knew where Dad was and
where we were.  She encouraged us to work together.  She'd bring
us something cold to drink when the weather was hot. The basement
garage wasn't air-conditioned. Besides, we knew the rules.  We
never wore good clothes and we had those overalls that got washed
about once a month.  We had a big basement shower that Dad'd
installed in one corner so we could bathe before going upstairs.
We kept terry-cloth robes down there so we could go upstairs
clean."

"You three showered together?"

"We did that from the time I was a child too small to remember
until I left home for college.  Even after that, I'd go home and
help Dad and we'd still shower together. The shower wasn't
enclosed.  Dad had used concrete block to mark off an area about
eight by eight. He'd created a drain that just ran out down the
hill in back. We hung shower curtains on the side and front but
we seldom used them."

"So you three were OK being naked around each other," she said.

"Oh, yes, I think I can remember when I was about four or five
and my father used to bathe me.  The thing that makes me remember
is that he always used to pull back the foreskin on my penis and
wash it carefully.  He had a standard joke he said every time he
did it. `Remember to wash behind your ears.' Even later when I
was older and washing myself, he'd say that to me or my brother.
And all three of use would laugh and pull back our foreskins and
wash."

"So all three of you were uncircumcised?"

"Yep, Dad was left natural and he stood the doctors down he
wasn't going to have it done to his sons."

"I know you got a gene that gave you that big dick.  Did your Dad
give it to you and your brother?"

"Yeah.  I think I was about fourteen when I asked him about that.
 I'd noticed the other boys sneaking a look at me in the shower
at school.  One night, when the three of us were showering at
home, I asked him why they looked at my dick."

"And what did he say?"

"He said that first of all it was probably because mine was
bigger than the other kids', and second it was because I wasn't
circumcised. He asked me if most of the other boys were
circumcised. I hadn't thought much about that before but I had to
admit he was right."

"I'm glad you weren't circumcised but did it ever bother you to
be different as a kid."

"No, I asked Dad why some kids were circumcised.  He told me that
some were done for religious reasons and some were done because
the doctors mistakenly believed it was better for males. He said
if I always remembered to wash behind my ears, I'd have no
problems and wouldn't cause any for anyone else. I still remember
how he told me someday I'd come to him and say `Thanks, Dad.' 
And then he added that when I started having sex with women, they
would probably feel the same way."

"So that's why you've always told Kavan and Kerry to remember to
wash behind their ears, when you mean to wash under their
foreskin?"

"Yep. And that same night, when we all three came up from the
basement in our robes, Mom was in the kitchen and asked if we had
a good shower. I piped up, `Sure did, Mom.  And I even remembered
to wash behind my ears.'"

"She never looked up from what she was doing. Just said, `That's
good, son, I'm sure all your lady loves will appreciate that.' I
remember blushing and looking at Dad.  He was pretending to look
at something on the ceiling but I saw the smile on his face."

"And that's why you wanted to buy our house with a basement and
then put in that shower. But you never mentioned your mother or
Kara showering with you. We do it all the time with Kavan and
Arial and Kerry. I've been wondering about being nude around
them, if they'll want more privacy as they hit puberty. I guess
our last visit to your parents surprised me - when Arial wanted
to shower with you and Kavan and Kerry and Pop."

"You shouldn't have sent her to ask my permission.  You know she
can use those blue eyes on me and wrinkle up her nose and I'll do
anything she asks.  I never expected Mom to do what she did,
though."

"I tried to talk Arial out of asking you. I was afraid your Mom
wouldn't like it. But your mother was there in the kitchen. She
asked Arial if she did that at home and when she said she did,
Granma said to just let her go ahead."

"But what caused my mother to do what she did?" he asked.

"I don't know. She heard Kavan and Arial and Kerry squealing.
That's when she took me by the hand and asked if we could go sit
on the steps and watch."

"We never tried to hide from Kara and Mom but we weren't really
nude around each other much. They might come down in the basement
while we were showering but they gradually stopped when Alan and
I got about sixteen."

"Well, we sat and watched the five of you for a few minutes and
then your mother got up, began to strip off, and said to me,
`Come on, I've wanted to do things like this all my life and I'm
not getting any younger.' I don't know who was more surprised,
you or your father."

"Did you notice when my father turned around with his back to
you? He had a semi-woody.  That's why he turned the shower water
to cold."

  "I was glad your mother and father wanted to talk about how we
were raising our children, our nudist lifestyle. But I didn't
know they knew about the group that got together at the cabin. I
didn't think you'd told them. When Granma told me Arial had told
her, I couldn't help but answer her questions."

"You just told her what goes on and it's nothing to be ashamed
about. I'm happy with the group and all the kids. I guess that's
why I spoke up too quickly and invited my parents to join us one
weekend. I don't think they would've even considered it if Kavan
and Arial and Kerry hadn't started begging them. I've already
talked to Alan and Kara and they're going to discuss it with
their family. I think everybody will be for it, especially the
five other grandkids. I told Granma and Pop they could keep their
clothes on at the cabin or not.  But you know they'll give in
when seven grandkids start working on them. I think if we do it,
we'd better just let it be a family thing, nobody else except
direct family."

"Let me change the subject a little," my wife said. "You say they
were open in showing their love for each other. Around you kids?
How far'd they go?"

"Yeah, around us.  I think we were all three happy to see the way
they loved each other.  Dad was always hugging Mom, sometimes
pressed against her from behind, whispering in her ear. We'd see
them somewhere like the kitchen, maybe with Dad leaning back
against a cabinet, Mom pressed against him, his hands wrapped
around her behind. They never hesitated to kiss each other around
us.  Most of the time it was just a quick kiss from one to the
other on the cheek or the lips.  Sometimes, it'd be a passionate
kiss, the kind I think of as hot and heavy. They never seemed to
care if we saw them.  Once while the three of us kids were still
at home, we went for a walk down below the house while the creek
was in flood.  We took off our sneakers when we saw we were going
to get muddy.  When we went back to the house, we used the hose
behind the house to wash off our feet.  When we went to the
kitchen door, the door was open and, on the other side of the
screen door, our parents were so wrapped up in each other, they
didn't see us. Mom was leaning back against a kitchen counter
with her legs spread.  Dad was standing close to her, between her
legs. His white robe was open in front and Mom's hands were doing
something down between them.  Her dress was pulled up part way
and unbuttoned down part of the front. Kara motioned for us to go
back down the steps and around the corner of the house.  When we
were all out of sight, she said in a loud voice, `Don't get that
mud on me.' Alan and I caught on and started talking too.  When
we went back to the kitchen door this time, Mom and Dad were
still close but Dad's robe and Mom's dress were closed. When we
were all in the kitchen, Dad looked at us and said, `You could've
come on in the first time. We were just getting warmed up.'  Kara
said, `You looked pretty hot to me.  You two need to get a room.'
Mom took Dad's hand and said, `That's a great idea.  The ham
comes out of the oven at 5:30.  You can set the table but if
we're not down by six, you can eat without us.' And we watched as
she led him up the stairs, with a big bulge in the front of his
robe."

"Were they as open and honest in teaching you about sex?" my wife
asked.

"Yes, they would never answer specific questions about their sex
life, what they did with each other. They made us keep our
questions generalized but they answered them with the best they
could. There were times when all five of us were together and one
of us kids would bring up a sexual topic.  Mom might answer with
her viewpoint.  Or maybe Dad would.  Sometimes, they'd disagree
and then argue it out in front of us.  But mostly, Alan and I
took our questions to Dad, especially when we went somewhere
together, like on our fishing trips."

"Is that why you take Kavan fishing?"

"No. I take him because I enjoy fishing and I enjoy teaching him
to fish.  But I do talk to him about sex as much as he wants to
know. At 10, he's eager to learn and I try to be as truthful as
my father was."

"Tell me about your fishing trips with your father," my wife
said.

"You might find it difficult to believe how much Alan and I loved
to go fishing with Dad.  It's probably because he didn't act like
a father and didn't treat us like kids.  It was just like we were
all three equals, kidding each other, cussing, swimming nude when
the water was warm enough, getting into water fights and stuff
like that.  Sometimes Dad would get us to stand in front of him
in the water.  He'd duck his head under water, feel down our legs
to our feet, and come up with his hands under our feet.  We'd go
flying and come down in a cannon ball splash.  Sometimes, he'd
help us climb up on his shoulders and we would dive off."

"Your family seems like a wonderful one to grow up in," she
said.0

"Yes, it was. And still is.  Let me tell you one more story about
the fishing trips, a little ritual we went through every time we
went.  We usually drove about a half hour or so from home to the
spot where Dad liked to fish.  Once we'd get there, we'd park and
walk down to the rocks on the riverbank.  We'd line up with Dad
in the middle and Alan on one side, me on the other.  Dad would
always say the same thing: `I've got to PEE,' with an emphasis on
the last word.  With that, we'd all unzip, pull out our dicks and
let fly.  Some times we'd try to see who could pee the farthest.
And when we finished and were zipping our pants, Dad would always
say something about how great it was to be a man and to take a
good piss on such a fine day."

"Now, I guess I'm envious about not being a man for the first
time in my life," my wife said.

"On one trip, I decided I'd try to show off when we went through
the ritual.  I drank a quart of water before we left.  I was
about fourteen then and always doing something dumb.  On the
trip, I started getting those urges that say GO PEE and I
determined I was going to hold it until we stopped.  I was
squirming enough to cause Alan to notice but when he asked what
was wrong, I just smiled and replied nothing.  When we got lined
up and Dad said the magic words, I whipped mine out through my
open zipper and let fly. Dad and Alan started too and then
finished about the same time.  I kept pissing and they both
turned to look at me.  I started whistling and kept pissing.  It
seemed like another minute before I finished.  When I did, I
calmly milked my dick down and shook it to get the last drops
off."

"I looked at the two of them and said in a loud voice, "'It's
great to be a man and take a good hot piss on a beautiful spring
day like this.'"

"What did your father have to say about your performance?"

"He just smiled, ruffled my hair, and called me a little squirt.
I couldn't resist piping up again.  I said `No, no little squirt!
 Dad biggest squirt.  Alan next biggest squirt.  Me big squirt
too!'"

"We fished for a half-hour or so and I was thinking about what I
had done and what Dad had called me.  I called down the creek to
Alan, loud enough for Dad to hear, `Hey, Alan.' I paused and they
both looked at me. `Dad squirt me, Dad squirt you, Dad squirt
Kara too.  THANKS DAD!' I yelled."

"When we got ready to leave, Dad called both of us to him.  He
wrapped one arm around me and one around Alan, pulled both of us
close to him, and kissed us on our cheeks. I could tell he was
choked up when he said `I'll remember this day as long as I live.
 I've never tried to hide how much I love your mother, but
sometimes I may not remember to show how much I love you kids. 
Don't you ever forget that I do.'"

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We were both quiet then.  I was remembering all the wonderful
times I had enjoyed with my family and how lucky I was to have
been raised the way I was. My wife finally said, "I've got to PEE
too."  She went to the bathroom and came back a few minutes later
with a warm washcloth.  She wiped my penis and testicles clean,
even being careful to wash behind my ears.

"I'm not ready to go to sleep yet,' I said.  "How about telling
me a story?"

"I'm not as good at that as you are," she answered.  "My
"imagination" is just not as good as yours." I could swear she
actually inserted the quote marks around the word.

"Oh, come on, Sioned, just use something you really did and fuck
around with it a little. Like that summer you spent with your
parents in Greece. I bet you got fucked then. Did you get it
Greek style; did your gyros come in your pita with tzatziki
sauce?"

She had to stop and think about that for a while.

"Are you trying to say my ass is a pita?"

"You know what P-I-T-A stands for, don't you?  There's a manager
at work that's always called that behind his back."

"OK, smarty, what does it stand for?"

"Pain In The Ass."

"Kieran, sometimes I can't make these connections the way you do.
Pain in the ass. Greek style. And then you talk about food."

"Well, I was just thinking something else good to eat, except for
you. I worked up a good appetite tonight."

"Do you want a story or not?"

"Yeah, but just get right to the dirty parts. Condense the parts
where there's no fucking."

"If it weren't for fucking and eating, you'd have no reason to
exist."

"I know. But tell me the story. And I want just the fucks, M'am,
just the fucks."

"Yes, Sergeant Friday."

(SIONED)

You know my father is a college professor with a reputation in
Roman and Greek art, especially frescos and those things made up
of little tiles He was one of a team that went to Greece to try
to preserve a mosaic found in an old building, one that had been
used as a goat barn for centuries. It was originally a temple. I
was 17 that summer. My mom and I and my younger brother went with
him for the summer."

We stayed with a Greek family that had a villa close to the
research site.  The Greek family had three children, Nicholas,
15, Sebastian, 17, and their sister Katarina, 21.   She'd been
married but had left her husband and came back home because he
abused her.  Nicholas and Sebastian were both tall and thin,
still looked like boys, were browned from the sun, and so cute my
panties got wet the first time I saw them."

"I love wet panties, especially with tzatziki sauce," Kieran said
without opening his eyes.

Nicholas got to me first. He took me to a secluded beach that the
local kids used. We had to climb down an almost-vertical cliff
side to a little beach that couldn't be seen from above. He said
the boys who came there swam in the nude.  He couldn't talk me
into trying that but I did agree to go topless.  When I got in
the water, I scratched my leg on some sort of seashell on the
side of a rock.  I got out of the water and the scratch was
burning and painful.  Nicholas volunteered to clean it the way
the boys did when they got scratched - with his mouth.  I got so
hot I didn't resist when he moved up to my crotch, pulled my
bikini bottom to one side and started using his tongue on my
cunt.  I remember thinking, "That boy could shuck an oyster with
his tongue."  After I had one orgasm that way, he pulled his
briefs and mine off and lowered himself between my legs.  His
cock was long and slim and he knew how to use it. He knew how to
fuck an oyster too.

"I love raw oysters, with hot sauce," Kieran said.

Sebastian got to me next.  He took me dancing at one of the local
clubs where his friends congregated.  After a few hours of Greek
dancing, ouzo and some other stuff to drink, and the warm summer
night, I was ready for almost anything.  On the walk back to the
villa, Sebastian pulled me into an alcove in a stonewall and
kissed me.  Within a few minutes, he had my breasts out and his
cock out.  Then my panties came off and his pants dropped down. 
He took me standing up, slipping another long slim cock into my
cunt, and pounding away. We were both panting and sweaty when I
came the first time.  When I felt him come and he shoved his dick
in to the hilt, I came again.

After that, I tried to keep anyone from knowing when I was
fucking them, one after the other.  But since I roomed with their
sister and my younger brother roomed with Nicholas and Sebastian,
it wasn't long before the secret got out. One afternoon, the five
of us were down in the old wine cellar sampling some of the
family's own. The cellar was really ancient, walled with logs
that had washed up over two hundred years ago.  The boys were
showing me some of the original names and dates carved on the
logs. Everyone else was gone and would be gone until late that
night.  My brother and their sister asked what Nicholas and
Sebastian and I would think if they went to her room and the two
boys and I stayed in the cellar. I was surprised since I was
pretty sure my brother was a virgin.  When I asked him, he
admitted it, then said Katarina had agreed to help him get over
that.

"'Anyway, it's not fair for the three of you to be getting all
you want," my brother said, "and Katarina isn't getting any and
I've never had any.'"

I looked at Nicholas and Sebastian and asked which one had been
talking about what we'd been doing.  Katarina answered that they
both had, as they always did. So she told my brother and
suggested that the two of them could both benefit from some
private time together.

We all agreed and Katarina and my brother went to her room. The
boys and I stayed in the wine cellar. It had a bed constructed in
an alcove in one corner, with rough blankets thrown over it.

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The three of us stood in the center of the wine cellar, waiting.
I was uncertain what I was getting into, or rather, what was
getting into me. Nicholas looked from me to his brother and
whispered a few words in Greek. Sebastian immediately took
charge. He pointed to Nicholas and spoke to me:  "Undress him."

I went to Nicholas, slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and stripped it
off his shoulders. When I unbuttoned his shorts, I could already
see the bulge of his cock pressing against the fabric, already
half hard in anticipation. When I pulled them down, his long slim
cock sprang out at me, lifting its head, foreskin retracting, all
so quickly that I was afraid for a moment of what we were about
to do. Nicholas also seemed hesitant. I kneeled in front of him,
held his cock straight toward me, and took the head in my mouth.
I sucked on it, pulling down on the skin around the base and
using my tongue on the area just under the head. When I stood up
and took his cock in my hand, it was completely hard and
engorged, blue veins standing out along the shaft.

Sebastian put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around: 
"Now me."

I quickly stripped him too, watching a repeat performance as his
cock sprang to erection. I looked from one to the other,
comparing their cocks.  When I said something about them being
the same size, Nicholas said no they weren't and pulled his
foreskin out about an inch over the head of his penis.

I thought they'd at least help me get undressed but they just
waited, Sebastian leaning against the wall, Nicholas sitting on
the side of the bed. I had to take my own clothes off.  When I
took my wet panties off, I threw them at Nicholas. They stuck to
his face.

"I love wet panties, especially with tzatziki sauce," Kieran
said, his eyes still closed.

"I know love, that's why I stuck that little lie in, just for
you."

Sebastian stood up beside the bed and said a few words to
Nicholas in Greek. In English, he told me to get on the bed.
Nicholas immediately moved to the center of the bed, on his back.
His cock extended back up toward his navel, lifted an inch or so
over his stomach.

"Fuck him," Sebastian said from behind me.

I moved over Nicholas, one knee on each side of his stomach, my
hands on his chest. I looked down at him, into his eyes, while I
reached under for his cock. He gasped a little when I took it
into me. I stopped well before all of his cock was in my cunt,
closed my eyes, and contracted my muscles around it. I heard
Nicholas breathing in again through his mouth. He put his hands
on my hips and I felt him thrust gently upwards.

Slowly, I began to move up and down, concentrating on the
movement of our bodies. For a few minutes, I floated in the
unconscious flow of our fucking, feeling his cock filling my cunt
to its depth, each time I pressed down against his stomach. When
at last I pressed downward harder, trying to take in all of his
cock, I could feel the head pressing against my cervix.

Suddenly I remembered that Sebastian was also present and
wondered where he was. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him
standing, just beside the bed, looking at my cunt and Nicholas'
cock. He held his own cock in his right hand, slowly stroking it.
He caught my eyes and smiled wickedly at me.

I closed my eyes again, thinking "Let him watch, then," and
returned to Nicholas. He held me still over him, hands on my
hips, while he thrust upward into me, long slow ins until the
head butted against my cervix and the base of the shaft
disappeared in my pubic hair, and outs until just the head was
barely within my sensitive inner lips.

Suddenly, I felt other hands on my hips, not just Nicholas'
hands. Four hands now and I felt Sebastian move closer until the
front of his thighs were against the back of mine, his cock hard
against my buttocks. His hands slid down and under to my breasts,
cupping then, fingers and thumbs playing with my nipples. I
realized that there was another opening just where his cock was
pressing and I felt a surge of fear, that he might attempt to use
it. I almost dismissed the idea as ridiculous but then I
remembered a romance novel I had read in which a man made love to
a woman and "used her in the Greek way."  I had wondered then
what that meant. Now I knew and I was wanted it and was afraid of
it at the same time.

But then Nicholas stopped his thrusts and pushed me upwards until
his cock came out. Immediately, Sebastian guided his cock into
me, again filling me, and pressed me downward until I lay flat on
Nicholas' stomach. His cock was a hot rigid pressure against my
clitoris and pubic bone

Sebastian was still for a few seconds, holding me sandwiched
between his body and that of his brother. Then he rose up on his
knees behind me, hands still on my hips, and began to move,
giving me the same slow in and out, gradually growing harder and
faster, until he was slapping against my thighs and I could feel
the impact of his testicles as they swung against me.

I heard him whisper one Greek word and then he pulled out.
Nicholas' hands took charge, lifting me slightly, while he probed
blindly with the head of his cock for my cunt. I was about to
help when he found the right spot and then he was in to the hilt,
slowly thrusting.

A minute or so later, I was handed off again and Sebastian was
slamming his cock into me.

Then Nicholas again.

And Sebastian.

And Nicholas.

I was completely lost in the red heat of their shared fucking,
knowing that they could do whatever they wanted with me and I
would accept it. I lost track of whose cock was in me.

Finally my own body took charge. I began to come and
instinctively pressed downward against Nicholas, realizing that
it was his cock in me. I moaned out loud as a strong series of
contractions gripped me, my cunt squeezing around the base of
Nicholas' cock. Nicholas held me tight against his chest, his
mouth whispering something in my ear, until it was all over.

He said something to his brother and again pushed me up and back.
I felt Sebastian's hands back on my hips and his cock probing for
my cunt.

Suddenly, Nicholas moved up to the top of the bed. I felt his
cock sliding upward on my stomach, between my breasts, beneath my
chin. I felt his thighs framing my head and his hands under my
chin, gently lifting it until his cock was at my mouth.
Willingly, I took it.

Sebastian waited until Nicholas was settled to resume his
movement. Again, he started slowly, with long easy thrusts,
probing, pushing, and burying his cock totally within me.
Gradually, he increased his speed, slamming against me until the
slapping noise was clearly audible. My cunt felt like it was on
fire.

Nicholas was also clearly enjoying what I was doing to the head
of his cock with my mouth. He moaned each time I circled the rim
with my tongue and then sucked on it with all my strength. I
wondered which one of them would come first and, if Nicholas,
what I would do if he ejaculated in my mouth.

Just then, Sebastian came, in jerky violent thrusts. I could feel
the muscular contractions in his cock that sent his semen flying
against my cervix. I even seemed to feel the hot wet discharge
filling me but I realized it was impossible to distinguish his
wetness from my own.

Startling me, Sebastian grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled
my head back sharply, forcing my mouth to abandon Nicholas' cock.
"Fuck her, Nick," he commanded, and immediately began to
rearrange our bodies.

Sebastian was sitting on the side of the bed. Nicholas was on top
of me, inside me, his eyes locked on mine. His cock made
squishing noises, moving in and out of the combined wetness of
Sebastian's semen and my lubrication. I couldn't distinguish his
cock from Sebastian's. Finally I could feel my body trembling and
I locked my arms around Nicholas' chest. A minute more and I
lifted my legs and locked them around his waist, my ankles
crossed, my heels pressing down on Nickolas' ass. With one last
thrust, Nicholas buried all of his cock in my cunt. I felt an
orgasm begin and I wasn't sure whose orgasm it was.

<><><>

Nicholas collapsed off me, his back against the wall beside the
bed. Sebastian stretched out beside me, on the other side. The
three of us lay in a confused tangle, all still breathing harder
than normal, six legs, six arms wound together with no
self-consciousness about who was touching whom. I felt one hand
moving over my breasts and another cupped over my cunt, one
finger lazily probing the wet lips. I could feel their combined
semen oozing out of my cunt and down the crack of my ass. I
searched with both hands and found their cocks, wet and slippery
with our juices, both softer now but still engorged.

I looked at the brothers in turn. Both had their eyes closed. I
knew that if I closed mine, I might sleep. I let myself float
again, this time in the darkness behind my eyelids.

<><><>

I was awakened by Nicholas, his arm reaching across my stomach,
his hand gently pulling on my hip. When I turned sleepily to face
him, I felt his penis, hot and hard again, pressed against my
belly.  He brought one finger up to my lips, signaling me to be
quiet.  I wondered if Sebastian was still asleep.

Nicholas reached down behind my thigh and slowly furtively pulled
my leg upward and over his body.  At the same time, he slid
downward on the bed, trailing the head of his penis through my
pubic hair and between my legs. I felt the smooth head pushing,
probing, and trying blindly to find the opening between the lips
of my cunt.  I reached down with one hand and held his cock while
he pushed upward.  I rubbed the head back and forth, feeling my
inner lips separating and the hot fluids of our previous fucking
coating my fingers and the head of his cock.  He pressed upward
again and half the length of his cock slid easily into me.

He pushed downward on my leg, straightening it, while at the same
time pulling me tighter against him. We were face to face, my
breasts pressed against his chest, my stomach against his, my
legs against his.  One of his arms was under my neck, curved
around, hand against my back.  The other held me by the hip. In
this position, I knew his cock couldn't penetrate deeply into me.
 His back was against the wall behind him.  With me in front and
so little room for movement, I wondered what he wanted.  Then
slowly, oh so slowly, he began to move his hips, no more then an
inch or so.  I closed my eyes again, already carried away just by
feeling the head of his cock sliding just between the lips of my
cunt.

Then Sebastian spooned up against my back.  He slid one hand down
between my stomach and his brothers', searching for my cunt or
Nicholas' cock. He curved his hand around his brother's cock and
moved it slowly back and forth.  Then he traced down the shaft
until he felt the lips of my cunt around it.  He dipped one
finger down into the juices flowing out of me and then sought out
my clitoris. At the same time that he started gently stroking my
clitoris, Nicholas resumed his lazy thrusts into me. Within a
minute or so, I was lost again, aware only of hard cock and cunt
and finger.

I could feel my orgasm gathering strength, getting ready to
explode, and I involuntarily tightened the muscles in my legs and
buttocks.  Perhaps Sebastian understood my body's language
because he suddenly guided his cock between my thighs. I started
to say something but Nicholas pulled me even tighter against him,
his mouth open against mine, his tongue probing between my lips
above, just as his cock probed between my lips below.  I relaxed
against Nicholas, surrendering to whatever he wanted.

I could still feel Sebastian moving around behind me, the head of
his cock rubbing against me and against Nicolas' cock.

Nicholas held me tightly against him still, his mouth on mine.  I
felt Sebastian stretch out behind me again, moving, positioning
himself.  I wondered what he was doing.

Nicholas put his hand under my knee and lifted my leg into the
air. Between us, I could feel Sebastian's hand doing something. 
I was puzzled until I felt what seemed to be the head of a much
larger cock pressing against me.  And then I realized what they
were trying to do.  Sebastian now held his cock against his
brother's, so that the two cock heads were both pressing against
the lips of my vagina, trying to find entrance.

"Relax," Sebastian said.  "We won't hurt you. I promise, if we
hurt you, you can bite Nicholas' tongue off."

They both began to press upward into me.  Sebastian was holding
their cocks together and Nicholas had his hands on my shoulders
pressing me down. I had never dreamed that anything like this was
possible. But it was. My cunt was already opened and relaxed with
their separate fucking.  It was dripping with the combination of
their semen and my lubrication. Gradually, little by little, I
could feel myself open until both were just inside my cunt lips

They both struggled to get deeper into me but it seemed to be
physically impossible due to the position we were in. As long as
they acted together, they could both withdraw until their cocks
were just barely outside me and then push back in until the heads
of their cocks were just inside me. I was in a red-hot state of
lust, wanting them deeper in me. Finally, I took charge.

"Wait," I said, "let's try a different position and see if it
works."

I got off the bed and made Nicholas lay down, propped up against
the pillows at the top, legs spread.  Next, I got Sebastian to
sit astride Nicholas' legs, with his butt down between on the
bed.  They understood what I was trying to do.  Sebastian moved
closer to Nicholas, until his cock and balls were pressing
against his brother's. I put some extra pillows behind him and he
leaned back on them. They squirmed around a little more until
they were satisfied with the result. Their cocks were both
pressed together, sticking straight up, almost like one super
cock.

I crawled back on the bed, straddling their bodies and gradually
lowered myself onto them. Sebastian held their cocks together and
Nicholas helped guide me into the right position. I could feel
their combined girth pressing against me.  Slowly, I pressed down
until both heads were just inside me.  Sebastian removed his hand
and I slowly began to press down on the combined penis of the
two.  It, or they, slowly slid in, expanding the walls of my cunt
in a combination of pain and pleasure. I don't know what
Sebastian could see. Nicholas and I watched in awed silence, as I
was able to engulf their cocks until our pubic hairs co-mingled
and blocked the view.

I closed my eyes, lost in a red fog of lust and sensation. I
began to lift and then lower again myself, finding each downward
movement easier. I could feel myself just on that threshold of
orgasm, that moment when I usually went from wanting it to the
inevitability of having it.

Nicholas and Sebastian were restricted in their ability to move
but I could feel them both trying to thrust upward. They soon
coordinated their movements, both pushing upward at the same
time.

I felt a hot throbbing begin where we were joined. At first I
couldn't tell who was coming and then I realized that all three
of us were orgasming at the same time. My vaginal muscles
contracted and released in the same rhythm as their ejaculations.
I knew we had accomplished something that I would never have
dreamed possible, a simultaneous triple orgasm."

<><><>

"Hot tzatziki sauce," Kieran said. "That is one unbelievable fuck
story."

"Unbelievable, hell, Kieran, that's exactly the way it happened."

"OK, OK, you can stop now. I'll never be able to top that
fantasy. You've the champ at story telling now.  I don't think I
could ever tell one better than that."

"It was no fantasy, Kieran. You know I did spend that summer in
Greece. This story is the truth. But not all of the truth. Maybe
someday, I'll tell you about what the five of us did a few days
later. We saw a Greek vase in a museum. Showed these boys chasing
some girls around the outside of the vase. All they had on togas
and the boys all had hard-ons sticking out. We sneaked off to the
excavation site one night and drank wine and tried to imitate the
vase. But you don't want to hear about that 'cause it's a
fantasy."

"I guess that's the best part of these stories, isn't it? Nobody
will ever know if they were real or just a pack of lies."

"What? You don't think I could have a triple orgasm with two
other men?"

"Well, you've helped me have three orgasms in one day. Now, if
you agree, I'd like to see if I can provoke just one more little
orgasm for each of us, maybe even give you some tzatziki sauce."

TO BE CONTINUED:



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