THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Twelve

As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man.

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CAST OF CHARACTERS: 
Grandpa Stuart, 64; Grandma Stuart, 62

Alan Stuart, 39; Marissa Stuart, 37; Geoffrey (Jeff) Stuart, 14; Gillian Stuart, 13; Glynnis Stuart, 10; Jan, 14, Jeff’s girlfriend

Kara (Stuart) Russo, 37; Matteo Russo, 37; Alisa Russo, 15; Gianni (Johnnie) Russo, 13

Kieran Stuart, 34, 27 in flashback; Siobhan Stuart, 33, 26 in flashback;
Kavan Stuart, 7; Arial Stuart, 6; Kerry Stuart, 2

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart

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(KIERAN)

Siobhan was standing at the kitchen sink looking out the window when I came in from work on Friday afternoon. The kitchen door to the back yard was open and I could hear the kids playing. She turned and looked at me and gave me a welcoming smile. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and buried my face in her hair. I took a couple of deep breaths and pulled her back against me. I was home. 

“Did you call your brother and sister?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” I grunted.

“’What did they say?”

I pulled my face back, still holding her, and we both watched the kids. Kerry was digging a hole in the dirt with a spoon and Kavan and Arial were squatted down watching him. They were all three barefooted and dressed in knit shirts and shorts.

“It’s all arranged,” I said. “In about two weeks, the twenty-seventh of May, we’re all going to the cabin. Alan’s already invited Mom and Dad and they’re coming too. We can celebrate Arial’s birthday with them even if it’s a week late.”

“I hope the weather’s good. Kavan and Arial are already asking me when they’re going to be able to go skinny-dipping. Do you think it’ll be warm enough then?”

“Sure. The creek water may be a little cold but I’ll bet the temperature will be in the eighties during the afternoon. We may freeze our butts off if we get in the creek but it’ll be nice to lie around in the sun.”

“Do you think your mother and father are going to go skinny-dipping too? Did Alan make sure they know all the grandkids will do it and I guess we will too? Are they going to be OK with it?”

“I’m pretty sure Dad will. He may even get in the creek with the rest of us. I don’t know about Mom. I’m betting she’ll go naked when the grandkids start begging her. I don’t think she’ll get in the creek through.”

“If we’re all there, that’ll be – how many – sixteen? I’ll call Marissa and Kara and we’ll get the groceries. Think about what you might like and let me know.”

“Anything will be OK with me. We should do a cookout on the deck on Saturday night and then cook Sunday lunch – or dinner, as my Mom always calls it – indoors. Just get the usual stuff. And it’s going to be seventeen there.’

“Oh, who else?”

“Jeff’s got a girlfriend. Her name’s Jan. She’s fourteen too. He wants to bring her with him.”

“Has she been to the cabin with Alan and Marissa and their kids before?”

“No. Marissa said she’s talked to them about it. She knows we all may go skinny-dipping or get naked and play. She says she’ll be OK with it.”

“I don’t know about that. If Jeff’s not used to seeing her naked, he may run around with a hard-on even more than he does now.”

“Damn, last fall it looked like it was hard all the time. I wish I was fourteen again.”

“Kieran, yours is hard often enough. Just don’t go getting a hard-on when you see Jan.”

“I can’t promise. Marissa said she’s a little sexpot. She’s got poor Jeff in heat already. Nah, that’s wrong. She’s the one who’s in heat; Jeff’s just sniffing at her pheromones.”

“Puppy love’s a good name for it, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Would you like to put on some shorts and go play with the kids? I’ll finish supper, as your mother calls it.”

“OK. Did you get me any beer when you went shopping?”

“Yes. The kind you like. I’ll get you one while you change.”

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After supper, we played with the kids in the back yard. Spring’s warmth was already turning into summer’s heat and we were all hot and sweaty when we went in the house.

I asked Kavan and Arial if they wanted to bathe in the tub with Kerry and got two no’s. When I asked what they wanted, Kavan wanted to bathe with Siobhan and Arial wanted to bathe with me. Kerry didn’t answer but I knew he didn’t care whether he bathed or not.

We ended up with me in the shower with Arial and Siobhan in the tub with Kavan and Kerry. I squatted and shampooed and rinsed Arial’s hair first. I had to stand for a minute while my legs recovered so we played under the warm shower water. She kept looking at my dick but she didn’t try to grab it the way she usually does. I squatted and scrubbed her all over and decided showers weren’t made for squatting in. I asked her if she could dry herself but she wanted me to do it. I let her stay while I washed myself. She watched intently as usual when I pulled back my foreskin and washed the head of my dick. She always seemed fascinated by the way boys were made.

When I turned off the shower and we got out, Siobhan and the boys were still in the tub and they were clean. I picked up Kerry and stood him on a towel. Kavan crawled out and Siobhan followed him. We dried three kids and sent them on their way and then stood smiling at each other while we toweled off.

We found them on the couch in the living room. Kavan already had a book and was reading to the other two. Kerry wasn’t standing on his head for a change; he was actually sitting beside Kavan listening to the story. Siobhan went in the kitchen and I sat and listened while Kavan read to the other two. I was amazed as always by his vocabulary. When Arial took her turn at reading, I was amazed at hers. I knew they expected one of us to read to them too and I wondered what book they’d picked tonight. It turned out to be an easy one so I read it to them.

Later, when they were finally in bed and quiet, I decided it was time to tell Siobhan the news from work – the good and the bad.

“I’ve got some good news and some bad news about work,” I said. “Which do you want first?”

She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I knew she could read me like a book and she knew the bad news wasn’t that bad.

“The good news,” she said.

“Bridges may be getting a promotion. If he does, he’ll have to relocate.”

“Is that good news,” she asked. “I know he’s a little hard to work for but I thought you liked him.”

“I do. I like him and I respect him. He knows it. The company’s opening a division in the mid-West. He’s been asked if he wants to head it. It’ll be about a year or so if he accepts the job. He’ll still live here but he’ll have to spend a lot of time there until they get all the construction done.”

She looked at me intently. I knew she knew there was more to it.

“If he takes the job, I may get his position here.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, he wants me to have it. He says he can’t guarantee it but he says he’ll recommend it and the company will probably give it to me. When he’s away temporarily, he and I will have to work together but I’ll be in charge of the division.”

“Do you want it?”

“Yeah, I can handle it. It means a very nice increase in salary.”

“What’s the bad news?”

“He’s screwing me again. In the ass and it’s a royal screwing. He’s given me another god damn project that’s under deadline and it’ll cost millions if it’s not done in time.”

She looked at me intently. “Kieran, do you remember the first time you said Mr. Bridges was screwing you?”

It didn’t take much thinking. I remembered.

“Yeah, I remember. That was a deadline job too and we were too damn short of help.”

“And the second? The third?”

I remembered. I knew there was a pattern over the years I’d been working with Bridges – periods of relative calm when I’d been able to do good work and enjoy it and then episodes of insanity when he gave me something that had to be done under deadline. I’d always delivered and he’d always recognized and rewarded my efforts.

“Do you remember what you did to me after the first one,” she asked. “I think there was somebody else who got screwed in the ass.”

I looked at her and she was smiling at me. I couldn’t help but smile too. I remembered it only too well. It was in our first year of marriage while she was still working too and we were just beginning to think of having kids.

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The week at work had been hard and frustrating. When we met at the car, to come home, I’d asked her to drive each time. I had been tired each night, with little inclination to do anything but watch television. She understood my mood and left me alone, waiting for me to get over it. On Friday, she called me in the early afternoon and suggested that we go out to dinner. I almost refused but, then, ashamed of my mood and understanding what she was trying to do, I agreed. We had both been wanting to try a new Italian restaurant we had found, a small Mom-and-Pop-type place, which had a reputation for good food.

I was late meeting her after work but she only smiled when I finally got to the car. She talked and laughed about her day. I hardly said a word.

The meal was unbelievably good and we both ate until we were too stuffed to touch another bite. With dinner we had a bottle of wine and I drank too much of it. I began to feel the dark edges of my mood disappear. When we left the restaurant to go home, she suggested that she should drive. I was glad to give her the keys.

As she took off her clothes, she carefully hung her dress on a hanger. I watched as she took off her bra and panties and dropped them near the bathroom door. She ran her hands over her breasts and hips and then stretched, on tiptoe, her long legs apart, arms held high and spread wide. I wondered whether this was a calculated effort at seducing me or maybe of just getting me out of what she called my mean bastard mood.

When she bent over to pick up her underclothes, her ass was turned toward me, and her legs were parted just enough to give me a teasing view. She wasn’t bashful when she was naked with me but this was an unexpected treat. As always I was struck by the beauty of her ass. Her buttocks were perfectly shaped, soft, and without any trace of excess fat. The skin was wonderfully smooth and unblemished. I had looked more than once for some imperfection, some mole, or scar, but there was nothing to mar the beauty of her ass. The perfect crease between her buttocks widened out into a darker shadowed area below. Through her legs, I could see the red hairs that covered her Mound of Venus. The crease of her cunt was hidden in shadows.

She lingered, bent over, longer than necessary to pick up her underclothes. I wondered again if it was deliberate temptation on her part. In the depths of my mood an idea came to me of something I might do to her. It was something I’d never tried before. I smiled to myself. What would she say if I asked?

I stripped off too, tossed my clothes aside, and slouched down in the one soft chair in the bedroom. I stretched my legs out in front of me and scratched a non-existent itch on my scrotum. I suppose it was a deliberate move to draw her attention toward me. My cock was distended but soft, resting on my balls. I stroked it gently with my fingertips, pulling my foreskin back, while I watched her. I wondered again how she would react if I asked her to do what was in my mind.

She was still moving around completely naked, brushing her hair, taking off her makeup, and pretending not to notice me. I sat watching her every move. Finally, she glanced toward me and asked what I was thinking about.

"You don't want to know," I answered.

"Are you beginning to keep secrets from me?" she asked.

"Sometimes I think about things you wouldn't like."

"How do you know I wouldn't like it? Haven't I always been open minded? You’re talking about sex, aren’t you?”

"I wonder how open minded you really are. I guess we've done almost everything to each other. But there's one thing I've never tried."

"Almost?  One thing?" She posed the question and then waited for me to say what was on my mind.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see her response.

"I want to tie you to the bed and fuck you in the ass," I said.

I waited, my eyes still closed, for her response. I could hear her moving around but she didn’t say anything. When I opened my eyes, she had left the room. The door to the bathroom was closed.

I remembered an erotic movie I’d bought before we were married. It was one I’d used to get a few of my clients for Clair DeLand in the mood. It had always worked with them. Siobhan and I’d watched it once or twice together and she thought it was hilarious – sexy as hell but still hilarious. I got it out of the closet and put it in the VCR. 

Siobhan had never been averse to watching erotic movies with me. We didn’t do it often but we both enjoyed the ones which were erotic, not pornographic. She seemed genuinely turned on by the ones that portrayed sex in a loving, caring situation. This one was the story of three teen-agers, twin brothers and a girl, all virgins, marooned by an improbable shipwreck – a sailing ship - on the tropical paradise of an uninhabited island. The plot was ridiculous and the kids couldn’t act but they quite evidently enjoyed the fucking they did.

I turned out all the lights in the bedroom and returned to the chair. I sat with my legs outstretched and spread and played with my cock while I waited for Siobhan to return. I could hear her doing something in the bathroom and then, a little later, splashing in the shower.

After a few minutes, she came back into the bedroom, still nude, warm and damp and rosy looking from the shower. She stood watching me while she dried off. She was smiling at me and I knew she was trying to love me into a good mood.

"You’re been back on your mean-bastard streak lately, did you know that? It's not so bad I can't love you but you ought to try to get off it."

"I'll admit it,” I said. “Shit. It’s natural to be this way sometimes. Bridges still seems intent on screwing me and I have to deal with a couple of incompetent idiots.”

“What’s Mr. Bridges done now?”

“He’s piled another project on me. It’s a god damn plant design thing with a deadline and he hasn’t given me enough help to work on it.”

“Kieran, the last time he piled something on you, you did it and got a bonus and a raise out of it. He appreciates what you do.”

“Well, why do I feel like I’m being screwed then?”

"Don't whine. From my viewpoint, you're pretty damned good at screwing others too.”

She noticed the empty box for the movie lying on the bed and picked it up.

“Is this the shipwreck movie? I love that title – Virgins in Paradise.”

“Yeah, I wanted to see somebody else get screwed.”

“Well, go ahead and start it. I think it’s cute.”
 
Cute? I started it and looked up at her again. She was still smiling and I saw something in her eyes that looked promising. She’d evidently worn a shower cap because her hair was dry and she was brushing it. With her arms raised like that, her breasts were the most perfect I’d ever seen. Her strawberry nipples were already standing up a little. Maybe they were promising too. She stuck her tongue out at me and then gave her crimson pubic hair a few quick teasing strokes with the brush. She sat down on the foot of the bed and I started the videocassette.

 The movie began with the shipwreck and before the credits were over, the brothers and the girl, the only survivors, were swimming ashore onto the island. The simple plot, what little there was, was soon revealed: which of the twin boys was going to get the girl. Their clothing gradually disappeared in each step of the introduction, until they were all three wore little more than scraps of cloth. The conflict was soon resolved by the girl, who decided that either the brothers would share her or neither would have her.

Siobhan sat on the end of the bed, still brushing her hair, and we both watched in silence. Occasionally I caught her looking at what I was doing with my dick. I’d brought it to full erection by slowly stoking it and thinking of what I might do with her.

After a few minutes, I asked again, "How about it?"

She turned and looked at me, not smiling this time. "You do want to hurt me, don't you? Giving me a little mental and physical pain - does that turn you on?"

"Sure, it does. I'll bet it turns you on too. Don’t all women like the idea of a man fucking then against their will - you know, making them do things they pretend not to like."

"You want to make me out to be the bitch, don't you?" she responded angrily. "Can't you understand I'm scared of letting you do that? Why do you want to put that big dick of yours where one’s never been anyway? I don't think I’d enjoy that kind of sex."

This time I smiled at her, feeling, for the first time this night, that I might be successful.

"Let's drop it,” I said, “unless you decide you want to do it too."

On the television screen, the young girl was about to resolve the problem of which of the twin brothers would fuck her first. She made them walk around her in a circle while she stood still in the center with eyes shut. When she reached out, the one she touched would have her first. Siobhan stopped brushing her hair, engrossed in the story.

The choice was quickly made and all three stood naked, looking at each other. The brothers were identical twins in all respects. Even though they were slim and youthful-looking enough to be in their mid teens, they had the larger-than-normal cocks typical in erotic movies. Each had a long tapering dick with a pronounced upward curve. The young girl had small budding breasts and only a few curls of pubic hair. Within minutes she was no longer a virgin. 

We both watched as she took care of two cocks at once, one in her cunt and the other in her mouth. When the brothers traded places, Siobhan stood up.

"Stop the tape for a minute, please."

She walked over to me, standing above me, and watched as I stroked my cock. After a minute or so, she knelt, moved my hand away, and started to play with my cock and balls. When she leaned over and took the head of my cock in her mouth, I stretched out more and closed my eyes.

Abruptly, she bit down with her teeth, just behind the head of my cock, hard enough to make me sit up and pull away from her. Damn, it hurt. Before I could say anything, she was gone. I held my cock and looked for signs of injury. It still ached but I decided the only thing hurt was my passion. I heard her opening drawers in the bathroom and wondered what she was looking for.

Early in our relationship, I learned a little about how to deal with her. We had occasional problems when I tried to force my way and to do what I wanted in spite of how she felt. I knew if I pushed too hard she would withdraw, would stop talking to me, and would usually refuse to cooperate. If I outwardly let her have her way, she would more often than not end up letting me do what I wanted.

I had occasionally tried to get her to let me tie her to the bed and explore a little of the kinky side of sex. I had even made two ties out of scraps out of some red velvet material she had used. She always refused. Whenever I brought it up, she was usually cool to me for a day or two after.

She came back from the bathroom with a jar of petroleum jelly.

"I’m going to let you do it, damn you. You can tie me down on my back and then play the rest of the movie for me. You can use your fingers and hands and mouth and tongue on me. Get me as hot as you can. When you think I'm ready, use your finger to lubricate my ass with this stuff. Then you can grease your big cock with it and see if you can shove it up my ass. I'm going to watch the movie while you do it."

I turned down the blanket and sheet on the bed and tied the red velvet straps around the two head-posts, leaving two loose loops in the straps. As I restarted the video she looked at the bed and I guessed she was puzzled about what I wanted her to do.

"It's a game." I said. "You put the loops of the straps around your wrists and then hold the loops closed with your hands. As long as you hold tight, you can't get your hands free. As long as you hold the loops, I can do whatever I want to you. If you turn loose of the loops and touch me with your hands, I’ll stop."

On the bed, fresh from the bath, she was a feast to behold, all red and rose: red hair on the pillow, red straps around her wrists, rose-colored nipples on her breasts and red patch of hair on the mound between her thighs. I straddled her with my erect cock pressed against her belly and started kissing her. I knew she loved this and would join me with open-mouthed kisses for as long as I wanted to play. After a few minutes I moved to her breasts, sucking, licking, and trying to see how much I could get in my mouth. A few minutes more and I moved down to her navel, drilling it with my tongue. Finally, when I moved down between her legs, she opened them to let my mouth explore her and I licked the little lips open. When I felt her squirm I stopped abruptly.

Before she could protest, I moved upward, still straddling her body, until I was astride her breasts. My balls were only inches from her chin and my cock was stretched out over her face. I wrapped my left hand in her hair and held her head still. With my right hand, I began to stroke my cock. She watched silently, still holding the straps. I pulled back on my foreskin and then squeezed downward, bringing out one oozing drop. I caught the drop on my finger and rubbed it slowly over her lips. Still holding her, I resumed slowly stroking my cock, letting her watch. I wanted her to wonder if I was going to come there, in her face, making her be submissive. Would she turn loose of the straps before I could do it? I grinned at the inner turmoil I hoped she felt.
 
Finally, I decided that she was going to let me reach orgasm that way and that she’d accept whatever game I wanted to play. So I changed the game.

I moved back downward on the bed, pulled her legs upward, and spread them. When I guided the head of my cock into her, I found nothing but hot, wet acceptance. I pulled her legs over my back and then rested my weight on her with my face buried in her shoulder. I reached back to curl both hands around her buttocks and spread her ass and cunt wide with my fingertips. At last, I began to give her the kind of long hard strokes I always loved, burying my cock so deep I felt like my flesh was joined with hers.

I skirted dangerously close to coming more than once but I managed to hold back. I wanted her to come first. I shoved my cock into her to the hilt again and again, making her moan each time it reached her depths. With my fingertips on both hands, I played with the lips to her cunt, holding her wide open, attacking almost viciously.

Finally I reached out to the table beside the bed and stuck my index finger into the Vaseline. I curled one hand around her ass and felt for the puckered opening of her asshole. With my fingertip, I began to stroke her there. I could feel her tighten on my cock as she tensed her muscles against my intrusion into her rear. I was determined. I stopped thrusting with my cock, left it buried in her, and began pressing the attack with my fingertip into her asshole. I stroked and pressed, again and again, teasing her to yield. Finally she gave in, relaxed, and my fingertip slid into the tight opening. Almost immediately, the contractions of her orgasm began to squeeze and relax around the shaft of my cock. I pushed my cock into her even harder, to press on her clitoris, while I fucked her with my finger in the rear. I could feel her orgasm cresting like a series of high waves rolling over her, sweeping back, and then fading away lower and lower.

I knew I could keep her in a high-level state of arousal, even after she had an orgasm, if I kept at her. I started again with her mouth, pushed my tongue against her lips until she opened them, and fucked her with my tongue. She responded by biting at me and trying to suck my tongue into her mouth. I slowly withdrew my still erect cock from her and moved downward to her breasts. The nipples were soft now and her breasts were flushed and red from rubbing against my chest. I sucked both nipples back to erection, giving them the long, slow, gentle attention she loved at this stage.

Then, to keep her guessing about what I might do next, I moved upward on her again, until I was straddling her just below her breasts. I held them from both sides and pushed them together while I slid the head of my cock, still slippery from her cunt, into the tight softness. She bent her neck downward to watch but still held onto the straps. I stroked slowly in and out, just enough so that the head of my cock slid out of her cleavage, almost under her chin. I deliberately accelerated my strokes just fast enough to make her wonder if I was going to come between her breasts.

Then I changed the game again. This time, I slid quickly downward and pulled her legs wide apart with my hands. She protested but still held onto the straps. I sought out the tender flesh just where her vaginal lips began to part, and began to circle around her clitoris with my tongue. I tried to keep my touch as light as possible, teasing and licking and tasting the musk of her secretions. I knew she’d let me lick her like this for an almost indefinite period.

Finally I had all I could take and I knew I was going to come either in her or out of her. I knelt between her outstretched legs and lifted her hips to put a pillow under her. Next I lifted her legs high, put her ankles on my shoulders, and bent her almost in half. I looked down at her cunt, wet and open, and her asshole, a closed rosy pucker. I decided to tease her for one more minute. My cock was already slippery with my own lubrication and hers but I dipped a finger in the Vaseline again and wiped a big glob between her ass cheeks. I held her legs with my left hand and pushed one finger on my right hand into the tight pucker and slid it in and out and around and around. I slid in my first two fingers and she groaned.

I watched her face. Her eyes were closed and I couldn’t tell what she was feeling but it certainly didn’t look like I was hurting her. I pulled my fingers out of her asshole, moved closer to her exposed rear, and positioned the head of my cock an inch away from her rear opening. I stopped and waited. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Siobhan opened her eyes and looked at me. The question was evident from the expression on her face – what are you waiting for?

At the last moment I wondered whether I had a real desire to fuck her in the ass or simply to taunt her with the possibility. Damn, I loved her. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to fuck her in every way I could. She still held the straps and I wondered whether she wanted it. I leaned forward with the head of my cock pointed at her pink pucker. At the last instant, I decided it was her cunt I wanted and so I moved the head of my cock upward only an inch or two and slid it into her cunt in one long stroke. It took only two or three strokes before I began to come, pouring my semen into her in one strong contraction after another. I collapsed on top of her and her legs fell from my shoulders and wrapped around mine. 

When it was all finished, I realized that her arms were wrapped around me, her hands were on my back, her legs were locked around my ass, and she was holding me tight against her.

"Why didn't you do it?" she asked, a few minutes later.

We were curled up together, quiet, relaxing in the after-glow.

"I don’t know. A number of reasons, I guess. The main one’s simple. I love you. I don't want to do anything to hurt you."

"I believe you. Why did you want to do it in the first place?"

"Who knows? It's the only way I've never possessed you. When we're making love every cell in me wants to penetrate you and release my life inside you. I guess, if were possible, I'd open your cunt with my tongue and then slide my head in, then my shoulders, until I was in waist-deep, and then I'd give a few kicks and be completely inside you. I'd pry open your cervix and swim up into your womb and stay there until you gave birth to me as your son."

"And I could nurse you until you were a man again," she whispered and pulled my head toward her breasts.

A few minutes later, I tried again to explain why I had wanted it.

"It’s also taboo, something unnatural. It's a sterile act, something condemned by religions. We’re all tempted to do something proscribed simply because it’s forbidden."

"Give me the remote control," she said. "There's one scene I want to show you in the movie. You missed it while your face was buried in my shoulder."

She rewound the cassette part way, stopped it for a brief scene, and then fast-forwarded it until she found the part she was looking for.

The three teen-agers were nude, sprawled on the beach of a sheltered cove. Between enormous boulders, I could see the emerald-green seawater surging in and then retreating. The sun was shining brightly but the area where they lay was partly shaded by palm fronds.

One of the boys lay on his back with his erect cock curving up almost to his navel. The girl straddled him and quickly guided his cock into her cunt. The camera moved from a side view to one directly between their legs, showing his cock stretching the lips of her cunt wide, with a little dark pucker just above. Then the camera moved back to the side again. The other boy knelt between the outspread legs of the other two, held his cock downward, and began to probe between the ass-cheeks of the girl.

The camera moved again and this time, I could see between the thighs of the boy on the bottom, his balls hanging down between his legs, part of the shaft of his cock, the rest hidden between the lips of the girl's cunt, the thighs and plump ass-cheeks of the girl, and finally, the thighs of the other boy, the head of his cock pressed against the girl's asshole. As we watched, the boy on top pushed and the head of his cock disappeared in her ass. He pulled out and renewed the attack, pushing deeper this time.

Then both boys began to move at the same time, the one on bottom pushing in, and the other withdrawing. Quickly, they synchronized their movements, one in, one out, each leaving only the head of his cock inside, quick flashes of two white shafts alternately revealed. The camera held its steady view for a minute or two. The double fucking was almost mesmerizing.

Gradually, I could see the balls of the bottom boy draw up to the base of his cock and he pushed in as deeply as possible and stopped. Just as quickly, the boy on top did the same, pushing in until only his balls, also tight up against the shaft of his cock, were seen. The image was so powerful I could almost feel their simultaneous orgasm and I wondered if the girl had climaxed too. As the closing credits appeared, Siobhan stopped the movie.

"I want you to understand something," Siobhan said. "I have feelings just like yours, except that mine are to be penetrated and to feel you come inside of me. I get so hungry for your cock inside me sometimes that it's almost a physical pain. And I want to feel your semen squirting into me too. I don't even need to have an orgasm every time to be satisfied when I know you've filled my cunt with your semen. I want to be possessed, just as you want to possess me. I want to be penetrated and filled, just as you want to pour it into me. Just when you chose my cunt instead of my ass, the scene at the end of the movie began."

"How did you like it?”

"After we rest a little longer, I'm going to get a warm wash cloth and wash your cock for you. Then I'm going to tease it back into a really hard erection. I’m going to suck it until you warn me to stop. I’m going to suck the sperm out of your balls and up into your prostate until you’ve got another big load. Then I’m going to coat your cock with Vaseline. I'm going to get back in the bed on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air. You’re going to use your fingers to grease up my asshole. This time, you're going to choose it, not because you want it, but because I want it. I want to feel it as deep inside me as possible. I want you to do it so slowly and gently that it won't hurt in the least and I'll enjoy in as much as you do. I want you to leave as big a load in my ass as you did in my cunt.”

If we’d rested much longer I might have fallen asleep. I wanted it but at the same time I didn’t care whether I got it or not. I still couldn’t make up my mind whether I’d do it or not.

Siobhan went to the bathroom and I listened to the water running and splashing in the sink. I rose up and looked and I could see her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She seemed to be washing between her legs. She saw me looking and stuck out her tongue at me.

When she came back, she had a washcloth and a couple of towels and she lovingly wiped off my cock and balls. Then she proceeded to do what she’d said she would – she sucked the sperm out of my balls. At least that’s what it felt like. I shut my eyes and gave in to what she was doing. She knew I loved it when I could completely relax and let her do all the work, as she called it. I don’t know whether I had another big load but I certainly had another rigid hard-on.

She straightened up, looked at my cock, squeezed it a couple of times, and was evidently satisfied with what she’d aroused. She stuck her fingers in the Vaseline and greased my cock from the head down to my balls. She looked up at me.

“OK, are you ready?”

I nodded.

She got back on the bed, on her hands and knees, and put her head down on the pillow.

“Then grease me up and do it,” she said.

I scooped up a big glob of Vaseline on two fingers and then looked at where I was going to put it. She looked clean and fresh and I knew she’d washed herself back there too. I was slow and careful in getting her ready. I smeared the stuff all around the pink opening and then began to stroke and press with one finger. It didn’t take long for me to get it inside her. She was hot and tight and I wondered again what sort of insanity was making me want to do it. She groaned when I pushed two fingers in her but she didn’t complain when I worked them in and out.

I got behind her on my knees and moved into position. I held her hip with my left hand and my cock in my right. I took a couple of deep breaths, leaned forward slightly, and pushed the head against her sphincter. Nothing happened. I pushed again. Again nothing. I pushed again, steady pressure this time, and her asshole opened to me and the head of my cock slid in her.

“Damn, Kieran,” she groaned, “that hurts.”

I pulled back and the head of my dick slid out of her.

“I didn’t say take it out.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just put it back in and let me get used to it.”

I pushed it back into her and waited. She didn’t say anything. I pushed just a little more and my cock slid in a little more. She still didn’t say anything.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s OK. Just hold still for a minute.”

It took a few minutes but I eventually got my cock inside her. She kept groaning but it wasn’t the kind of groan she makes when she’s hurting. I stopped when my thighs were against her hips.

“Are you still OK?” I asked.

“Yeah, but you’re about to split me wide open. I’ll swear it’s twice as big in my ass as it is in my cunt.”

I didn’t say anything. I pulled back slightly and eased forward again. She didn’t complain so I kept doing it. After a minute or so, she seemed to relax and I kept sliding my dick in and out. She stopped groaning and I kept fucking her.

“Kieran, can you stop a minute.”

I stopped and waited.

“I want to turn over. Do you think you can do it that way?”

Yeah, I thought I could. I pulled out of her. She rolled over, caught her legs behind her knees, and pulled upward until her cunt and asshole were both ready for me. I knew I couldn’t choose cunt this time. I leaned forward and positioned my cock against her asshole and pushed until the head of my cock slid in. I looked up at her. Her face was contorted but it didn’t look like she was in pain. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. She smiled and winked at me. I watched her face while I slowly pushed, retreated, pushed deeper, retreated, until my dick was inside her and my balls were against her buttocks.

Finally, I lowered myself on top of her and her arms and legs wrapped around me and I began to give it to her in slow gentle strokes. When she tried to push her hand between my stomach and hers, I pulled back to let her have access. I knew she was going to help herself to come. I didn’t mind. I was going to help myself too. She came first and I could feel her contractions even if my dick wasn’t in its usual place. Maybe that’s what triggered my orgasm. I came just a little later and gave her the big load she’d sucked out of my balls.

Afterward, we lay together in bed in our favorite position. I was spooned up against her back with my right leg over her left one and my right hand on her left breast. Her hair was tickling my face as usual.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Yes, Love.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You sure? You’re not trying to fool me.”

“I said I’m OK, Kieran. I may be sore tomorrow but you didn’t really hurt me.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. It’s different.”

I pressed my still-swollen cock along the crack of her ass.

“Want to do it again?”

“Sure.”

“Aaawww, come on. You don’t mean it.”

“Sure I do, if you’ll do something for me first.”

“What?”

“Get us a dildo at least as big as your cock.”

“What for? I didn’t think you ever wanted something like that.”

“I don’t, silly. It’s not for me. It’s for you.”

“Huh? I don’t want it.”

“We’ll see.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you get one, I’m going to grease your asshole and shove it up you. When you tell me you like it, I’ll let you shove your dick up my asshole again.”

“Oh, fuck, Siobhan. If you didn’t like me fucking you in the ass, just say so.”

“I liked it, my love. You can do it again in a few years. Now shut up and go to sleep.”

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We were close together in bed after watching the old video again. It had been years since I’d seen it. It was still just as ridiculous as I remembered it but the kids fucking were still just as enthusiastic as ever. I don’t know whether it was the movie that gave me an aching hard-on or it was Siobhan’s soft hand. I loved it when she put her head on my shoulder with that wild hair in my face and played with my dick as we watched. I think she loved it when we changed positions and I put my head on her breasts and one finger in her pussy. It was hard to watch when I had her nipple in my mouth. Either my finger or the movie gave her a wet and drooling cunt. I didn’t care which it was.

“Did Arial play with your dick when you were in the shower with her?” Siobhan asked out of the blue. I’d been thinking of something else.

“Huh?”

“I asked if Arial played with your dick in the shower. You seem awfully horny tonight. I can’t imagine what’s causing it.”

“Well, did you play with Kavan’s dick? Your pussy’s awfully hot and wet tonight.”

“No but he did ask me if I’d let him see my hole.”

“Your hole?”

“Yes, I told you I caught him and Arial fooling around once. Well, they were at it again the other afternoon. They were looking at the sex book with the cut-away drawing. He still can’t believe a woman’s got a hole down there big enough for a man to put his dick in it.”

“Did you show him?”

“No, I don’t think I’m quite ready for that.”

“What’s sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose.”

I had to stop and think about whether I’d said it right. I guess she did too.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“Well, when we spent the weekend at that place last fall, you know, in the tobacco barn, you made me turn over and show them what my dick is like when it’s hard. I think it’s time you showed them the hole I’ve been putting in all these years. It’s big enough, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Kieran, it’s big enough. After three kids, it’s more than big enough.”

“Aaawww, come on, Siobhan, it’s just as good a fit now as it was the first time I tried it out.”

“I’m glad you think so. Do you really think I should let Kavan look at me, you know, see what my cunt’s like when it’s open and exposed?”

“You don’t mind me looking, do you? It’s beautiful. I love it.”

“I’m glad. You’ve certainly had your face down there enough.”

“Yeah, well, most of the time my eyes are closed.”

“Do you think that little girl in the movie really loved having that boy’s dick up her ass? One minute she’s supposed to be a virgin and the next she’s got one big dick in her ass and another in her cunt.”

“Well, did you enjoy it the time you let me do it to you?” I asked.

“I told you. It was OK. Why haven’t you ever asked me to let you do it again?”

“Because you told me I had to get a big dildo and let you shove it up my ass first. Then you’d let me do you again.”

“Well, you’ve always been the one who believed women should be able to enjoy everything as much as men. If I can enjoy a big dick up my ass, maybe you’d enjoy a big dildo up yours.”

“Well, maybe in a few more years, I’ll let you do it. Is it OK if I just do it the plain old-fashioned way tonight – you know, tab A in slot B, repeat until orgasm.”

“I think that would be very nice. I think I always enjoy that.”

“That Italian restaurant’s still open. If I take you back there for some good Italian food, do you think I could do it to you without you giving me the dildo?” 

“Maybe. I’ll have to think about it.”

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The weekend at the cabin with all of the Stuart family was wonderful. When we got back home on Sunday night, we were all worn out. We didn’t bother with a bath for the kids when we got home since they’d played in the creek with their grandfather after lunch. They were in their beds and asleep before it turned dark outside. Siobhan and I had a quick shower and then flopped on the bed, still naked, no lights on, too tired to do anything else.

“Well, what do you think about the weekend?” I asked.

“It was great, Kieran. About as perfect a weekend as I’ve ever had. I love big family crowds. Your mother and father were just beaming at each other when they left. I wonder what they did in the loft bedroom Saturday night.”

“I loved the look on their faces when we told them the bedroom up there was for the newest lovers at the cabin. Who fixed it up?”

“I talked to Marissa and Kara. We decided we’d make it special for them. Kara brought the nice sheets and pillow covers. I bought the pajamas and nightgown. Marissa did the flowers.”

“Who put the old framed print over the bed? I’ve never seen that before. What was it, anyway? The young kids running holding something over their heads, who are they supposed to be?”

“It’s an old Victorian print I saw at an antique store. I think it’s called The Storm. The boy and girl are supposed to be running to go somewhere before the storm. If you look at their faces, it looks like he knows he’s going to make love to her and she looks like she’s not sure she wants it.”

“Well, they seemed to enjoy being treated like young lovers even if we did have to chase my mother back to bed so we could serve them breakfast in bed.”

“I think they were almost crying when we all went up there Sunday morning, seeing their kids and spouses and grandkids standing around the big bed, and then getting a present from each family.”

“Well, Dad told me he didn’t make Mom cry Saturday night. He said she was as hot as a little teenage girl and he was up to the challenge.”

“That’s what he said, that he was up to it?”

“Yeah, that’s the way he said it.”

“Well, you were certainly up to it. I think you delight in making me grunt and groan and scream when I’m trying to be quiet.”

“Well, you knew I was going to make love to you. Alan and Marissa did it too. The Italian stallion did it with Kara. We all knew we were going to be doing it downstairs while Mom and Dad did it upstairs.”

“Kieran, you know Matt doesn’t like to be called the Italian stallion. His dick’s no bigger than yours and Alan’s. What does that make you and Alan?”

“I don’t know but did you see Jeff’s when he got a hard-on. I think he’s going to have another Stuart dick when he grows up. Johnny’s just thirteen and his is about like mine was then.”

“Well, your mother saw Jeff’s hard-on. Jan did too. I don’t see why you guys had to throw him in the creek to get rid of it.”

“That was nice Saturday afternoon, wasn’t it? Everybody down there at the creek, lounging around naked, playing in the creek, grandkids naked and screaming and running wild. I knew Mom wouldn’t be able to resist getting naked when all her grandkids started begging her.”

“I saw your father standing there once looking at her and then around at everybody and he looked like the proudest man in the world.”

“Yeah, well, I hope we can be just like that someday with our big family.”

“You think we’re going to go back to the cabin someday with our kids and grandkids and do what we did this weekend?”

“With Alan’s family and Kara’s family too? All the grandkids we’re all going to have? Maybe we’d better build a big bunk house next to the A-frame so we’ll have a place to sleep all these grandkids somebody’s going to have.”

“It would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah!”

“When can we do it again?”

“Tonight!”

“Kieran, don’t be silly. I meant, when can we all go back to the cabin again?”

“Oh, I thought you wanted me to do the same thing I did last night.”

“Well, you could do that, if you’re up to the challenge.”

“I’ll try. It may be hard.

“It’ll have to be hard to try.” 


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