THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Fourteen

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, 35 in story, 20 in flashback; Siobhan Stuart, 34 in story; Kavan Stuart, 8; Arial Stuart, 7; Kerry Stuart, 3

Reverend and Mrs. Steve Willingham, about 45 in flashback; Susan Willingham, 20 in flashback; Steve Willingham, Jr., 18 in flashback

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart

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(SIOBHAN)

As soon as I was back in bed, Kieran flipped the covers over me and then rolled out of bed and ran for the bathroom. I waited but I didn’t hear him peeing. After a minute or so, he ran back in the bedroom and slid in behind me. I waited while he got his leg in place over mine, his groin up against my butt, and his arm curled around with his hand on my breast.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“What do you mean? I peed. What did you think I was doing?”

“I didn’t hear you.”

“I sat down and did it. You left the seat down and I knew it would be nice and warm from your butt.”

“Well, it was cold when I sat on it.”

“Your butt’s a good warmer.”

“I’m glad you think so. Would you do that with me, what you were just telling me about doing with Susan?”

“What?”

“You know, come on my breasts and rub it all over and then lick it off.” 

“Yeah, if you’ll let me put some Hershey’s chocolate syrup on your strawberries. I love strawberries with chocolate and cream.”

“Damn, just thinking about it’s another log on my fire, Kieran. Here, put your finger in my cunt. Feel how hot I am.”

I turned over on my back, grabbed his hand, and stuck it between my legs. He got his finger in place and checked out my internal temperature. I decided I’d let him play while he finished his story.

“That’s nice,” I said. “Just keep it there and tell me what you did with Susan.”

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(KIERAN)

For the next half-hour or so, Susan and I lay crowded side by side on the couch, kissing until we were breathless, then talking quietly about what we had been doing and what we wanted to do. I learned she was surprisingly naive about sex, eager to learn but uninformed about what men and women did to each other.

"You said you had never touched a man's dick before. Was that the truth?" I asked.

"Yes. I've touched a boy, but never a man."

"Who was the boy?"

"My brother."

"Tell me about it."

"Steve and I slept in the same room until I was eight years old and he was seven. Sometimes one of us would sneak into the other's bed. We'd fool around and play with each other and it wasn't long before we started stripping naked so we could compare the way we were made. I can still remember how his penis would grow from the size of my finger to twice or more that size. It would be so hard, almost rigid. And it always sprang back into the same position every time I moved it.

"Did you ever try to do more than just play around?"

"I don't think it ever really entered our minds. I didn't know how it was done and I don't think he did either. Maybe because we were preacher's kids, we didn't learn about sex as early as the other kids. They were reluctant to talk to us about it, as though we were different."

"Did someone catch you and make you move to separate rooms?"

"No. We moved into a larger house about that time. I still remember being confused because we weren't allowed to sleep in the same room."

"Did you ever see your brother's cock after that, after he was past puberty?"

"Once or twice, when he was taking a bath and I walked in by accident. His is not as big as yours is. It's sort of long and slim like he is. And he's been circumcised."

"Did you ever see him with a hard-on?"

"Yes, once when he was sleeping."

"How did that happen?"

"About a year ago, he overslept when he was supposed to be up to go to high-school. My mother told me to go up and wake him. When I went in his bedroom, he was still asleep, with his cover kicked off. He was sleeping in short pajamas, on his back. His penis was sticking out the fly, so hard it was standing at an angle over his stomach. I stood and looked at it for a minute and then went back out, closed his door, and banged on it. When I opened the door this time he had the covers pulled up. I saw my father's once, too, when I was little."

"And how did that happen?"

"Our bedrooms were upstairs. When I was about nine, I think it was in January, I came downstairs to get a glass of milk. I must have been well after midnight and I didn't expect anybody to be up. There was a fire in the living room fireplace and just enough light from that for me to see. As I came down the stairs, I heard some sounds from the living room that I couldn't identify. When I was part way down the stairs, I peeked in and saw my mother and father. She was bending over a chair, with her nightgown thrown over her back. My father was behind her, with his pajamas down around his ankles. He was moving against her fanny and I couldn't imagine what they were doing. When he pulled away from her, I saw his cock, silhouetted against the fire. It was huge and red and shiny. He held her by the hip with one hand and with the other he held his cock and guided it back into her. I heard her say three words:  ‘Oh God, Steve.’ When I heard that I was so terrified that I ran back up the stairs. I couldn't imagine where he was putting it into her."

"What did you think about him afterward?"

"I felt he was nothing but a hypocrite, doing something like that to my mother on Saturday night, and then preaching about the sins of lust on the next Sunday morning."

"You said you wanted me to teach you about sex. Did you mean that?" I asked. "There are all sorts of things we can do before we get around to the best part of all?"

"I want you to teach me," she whispered. "I want to do everything. You promised to go slow with me. I've got an appointment with the doctor next week. After that, I want you to fuck me so completely that there’ll be nothing virginal left about me."

I sat up on the couch and pulled her upright. When I knelt on the floor between her legs, she guessed what I wanted to do to her.

"Blow out the candle. I don't want you looking at me"

"Why not?"

"It's not beautiful like yours. I don't want you to see it."

"What's it?  Do you mean your cunt?"

"Yes."

"You said you were going to let me teach you. I want you to begin by saying 'cunt'."

"Cunt."

"Say, I want you to look at my cunt."

"I want you to look at my cunt."

"Did you enjoy looking at my cock and balls?  Were they ugly to you?"

"No, I told you they were beautiful. I've seen pictures of men before, sometimes with erections. But yours is so smooth and the skin is so white except for the head. I'm glad you're not as hairy as the men in the pictures."

"Looking at you, at your cunt, can be just as beautiful to me. Don't ever be ashamed of it."

I pulled her forward until her hips rested just on the edge of the couch and then slowly pulled her legs apart. She leaned back, eyes closed, waiting for whatever I wanted to do, opening up to me.

The hair on her mound was light brown and relatively sparse. Most of it was tangled in one small area above her cunt, with very little extending down between her thighs. The impression was that of a girl years younger than I knew she was, almost pre-pubescent.

I began to stroke her legs with both hands, gradually working my way upward, moving down to the inside of her thighs, toward her cunt. My heart was racing away and I had a throbbing hard-on again.

I coaxed her legs apart more and more, pulling her gradually forward. When my thumb touched the clitoral shaft, she gasped. I leaned closer, my face only inches away from her cunt. With both thumbs, I began to open her, to pull the few hairs out of the way, to pull apart the soft mounds on each side of the opening. The soft pink lips inside were as delicate as flower petals, looking virginal and untouched. I wet one finger with my saliva and began to rub them, stroking, teasing them to part and reveal the opening into her. In the candlelight, she unfolded like a flower in slow-motion photography, gradually revealing the deeper pink and red just inside the lips, glistening with her own moisture. I alternated between thumb of right hand and finger of left, thumb stroking upward from wet vagina up to the hard bump of her clitoris, finger sliding gradually deeper and deeper into her. In a few minutes, I had one finger buried deep inside her. I let it remain still for a while and then began to move it gently in and out, finger-fucking her as a poor substitute for what I wanted to do. Her eyes were still closed.

With one finger still in her, I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the inside of first one thigh and then the other. I gradually moved my mouth upward, toward the center of her and as I did, I opened my mouth, using my tongue to tease, my lips to suck on the silky-smooth skin. At the juncture of leg and body, I fastened my mouth on her, just an inch or so away from her cunt, first biting gently and then sucking strong enough to leave my mark on her. I wanted her to see it for the next few days and to think about me.

When I moved my lips the last inch or two and brought my tongue in contact with her, she seemed to flow forward against my face, to open even more to me. I traced down the hard little shaft and sought out the hard bump at the bottom. I moved my hands away and put my mouth totally open against her cunt, my tongue first teasing open the soft slippery lips into her and then licking upward at her clitoris. Perhaps it was only a few minutes but it seemed like hours to me. I used my tongue and lips and teeth and mouth on her in every way I could. My face was wet with the mixture of my saliva and her lubrication. She was squirming now, moving against me, her hands in my hair, holding me against her.

I brought my hands back into play. I wet my left thumb with our juices and began to stroke her on that smooth bridge between cunt and asshole, teasing, touching. With my right hand, I inserted first just one finger into her and worked it in and out, feeling all tightness disappear. In a minute or so, I gently inserted another finger and continued to push in and out, again feeling her cunt open to me even more. At last, I leaned forward and brought my tongue back against her clitoris, licking hard again and again. She pulled back a little as though I had hurt her but in the next instant, she pushed forward. Again and again, she thrust against my hand and mouth. I could hear her moaning and breathing raggedly.

Suddenly, she caught her breath and I felt the contractions of her orgasm on my fingers. I tried to time my tongue to the rhythm of her vaginal muscles, holding my fingers still inside her. When the contractions died way, I began to move my fingers slowly in and out of her again. Her hand came down from my head and held my wrist, asking me to stop. When I refused, she pulled my hair with the other hand. When I still refused to stop, she gave in to me. In a few minutes, I knew that, virgin or not, her cunt was big enough to hold my cock. I silently resolved she would soon have it, in cunt, in mouth, in asshole, and if she had other orifices large enough, I would fuck her there too. I plunged my fingers in and out repeatedly, willing her to come again. Very shortly thereafter, she did, moaning and whining loudly and holding my wrist with both hands.

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(SIOBHAN)

“Can we put your story on pause again, Kieran? I’m getting sleepy and there’s something I want to do before I fall asleep. You can finish with it tomorrow.”

I’d started playing with his dick when he resumed his story after our bathroom break. He’d been hard so long it was drooling and I’d been smearing it on the head of his dick with my thumb. Damn, it was slippery stuff. He wouldn’t need it to grease the way into me.

I got what I wanted: an old-fashioned fuck with him on top, my arms around him with my hands on his ass, my legs wrapped around his, his mouth fastened to mine, his dick working away like a piston. I think I was coming continuously for a few minutes before he finally unloaded in me.

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(KIERAN)

The rain, snow, sleet, ice storm passed quickly during the night. It dumped a layer of ice on top of the previous snow layer and then put a few more inches of snow on top of that. The sun was back out and the reflection off the snow and ice was blinding. I went out once to see if there had been any damage. There wasn’t. I knew we couldn’t let the kids out; it just wasn’t safe.

We let them watch cartoons in the early morning and then got them to help cook with us for lunch. We made double-chocolate brownies for dessert and then an Italian stew. I browned a pound of Italian sausage while Siobhan and the kids got everything else ready. I held Kerry in my lap and let him hold onto the knife while we cut the sausage into slices. The stew was ready as soon as the potatoes cooked.

The Italian stew was something we all liked. I thought it was perfect on a cold winter day. Kavan ate like he’d never had a full meal. Arial even followed my example and wiped up the last of the tomato sauce with pieces of bread. I mashed up Kerry’s potatoes in the tomato sauce and cut his sausage up smaller so he could feed himself. He made his usual mess but nobody cared. The kitchen was almost kid-proof.

The kids wanted to go out but I knew it wasn’t safe. I let them put on their boots and coats and took them out on the deck. They discovered that they could stomp down and break through the thin ice layer into the snow below. After they’d made a mess on the deck, I let them look all around through my binoculars. It was below freezing. When I told them to go back inside, they didn’t protest.

I unwrapped them back down to sweats and socks and took them into our bedroom. I propped them up at the head of the bed, pulled the comforter over their legs, and gave them the remote control for the television. They were content.

Siobhan and I want in the living room or, as I sometimes called it, the music room. I had a reasonably-expensive sound system there and I wanted to listen to the Metropolitan Opera. Gounod’s Faust was being broadcast and I never tired of hearing it. At the first intermission, Siobhan asked if I was ready to resume my story.

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For the next few weeks, Susan and I were at each other constantly, both in a state of never-quite-satisfied sexual desire. We found secluded spots where we were never certain that we would not be discovered and the danger of being caught in the act only added to our hunger for each other.

In the weeks I had known her, I had asked her more than once to go running with me. As slim as she was, I knew she would like that form of exercise as much as I did. I finally convinced her to let me help her buy running shoes and a lightweight running outfit.

We met one afternoon at the gym on campus and went to the locker rooms to change. When she came out in her running shorts, with her long legs and with her hair in a ponytail, I could feel an immediate response in my cock.

After stretching exercises to warm up, I set a slow pace, along the running trail near the river. When we stopped for a few minutes, she was silent, not her usual self. I asked her what was wrong and she insisted there was nothing. I ran on with her for another section of the trail and then led her up the hill, to a secluded spot where I usually rested. Some one had made a bench, out of a single large timber, between two trees. I straddled the bench and leaned against one tree. She leaned against the other facing me.

"Why are you so quiet today?" I asked.

"I did something last night that I shouldn't have done," she answered.

"Tell me about it."

"I'm ashamed of it. But at the same time, I'll admit it made me so hot for you that I don't want us to wait much longer."

"What happened?" I prompted.

"I was sitting in the back yard, in the swing, after dark, when I saw the light in Steve's room come on. He came to the window and closed the blinds. I suppose that aroused my curiosity. I waited a few minutes and then sneaked up to his window. From the side I could see into the room. He was stretched out on the bed, naked, with a magazine. I could see naked women in it. He was playing with his penis and testicles, looking at the pictures. He gradually got an erection, a hard-on, as you call it. I must have watched him for almost ten minutes. He looked at the picture and used his hand on himself. His cock is almost as long as yours but not as big. I got so hot my stomach actually hurt. When he came, he let it fall on his chest and stomach. I wanted so much for him to be able to do that inside a girl, where it belonged."

"You talk about your brother a lot. Do your feelings about him cause you problems?"

"I know I shouldn't even think of him in any sort of sexual way. But we've always been close. I've been in such a state of confusion the last couple of months, I don't know what I feel."

"Pretend I'm your brother, here and now. Let me play the role. Tell me what to do."

"Take it out. Take your cock and balls out and let me see you."

"I can't with this supporter I've got on under my shorts."

"Take it off and then put your shorts back on."

I did as she asked, quickly pulling my running shorts down and then the supporter. In only a few seconds, I was back in my shorts. I sat down again on the bench, straddling it, facing her. With one hand, I slowly pulled the loose shorts to one side, exposing myself to her.

"Show me yours," I said.

She pulled her shorts to one side, exposing the white cotton briefs underneath. Then slowly, she pulled the briefs to one side, exposing herself to me.

"Do it to yourself," she whispered.

"I will if you will."

With her left hand, she held her shorts and briefs aside. With her right, she began a tentative stroking on the soft mounds on each side of her cunt, using just her two index fingers. Her eyes were fastened on my cock and so I responded with the same sort of slow stroking motion, to let her know that I would respond in like kind to whatever she did.

Gradually she moved her fingers into the cleft between her thighs, lightly touching the area where I knew her clitoris could be found. She rubbed in a circular motion for a minute or so and then began to insert her fingers into her vagina, spreading her moisture over the lips of her cunt and over the clitoral shaft. 

With my left hand, I did the same, holding my shorts to one side, while I stroked my cock with my right.

For the next few minutes, we both watched each other. I could feel my orgasm waiting just seconds away but I wanted to hold back, to see if I could tell when she came. Finally, she stiffened, closing her eyes and holding her breath, while she held two fingers buried in her cunt, and I knew she had. When I came, there was no doubt on her part. I laid down a trail of white puddles on the bench between us, stretching most of the three feet or so to her cunt. When we got up a minute or so later, I would have sworn there was a wet spot where she had been sitting.

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For the next week, we were both too busy with class work to have much time for each other. When I tried to get her alone, she resisted, teasing me but holding firm in saying no. When I stopped by her house late on Friday afternoon, I found her in the back yard, reading in the swing under the oak tree.

"Why have you been avoiding me all week?"  I asked.

"Because I wanted to," she responded, and then continued, with a smile, "and I intend to avoid you totally for one more week."

I thought I understood what she was implying but I wanted to be sure. "What do you mean?"

"Because in eight more days, one week from tomorrow, we're going to be busy all day. You're going to take me on a picnic with a group from the college. Except we're going to be the only ones in the group."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I may have another date on that day. I'll have to check my calendar."

"Well, I can always find someone else to take me. I'm sure there are lots of young men who would enjoy a picnic, alone all day with me. I'm sure there will be lots of interesting things to do. There might even be something good to eat...or something good for other purposes."

I knew when to be serious and when to tease.

"What time do you want me to pick you up?"

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She was ready at nine o'clock, in sneakers, jeans, and knit shirt, when I came for her. I had packed a cooler with the wine and beer she had asked me to get. She had packed another cooler with food for the two of us. She also carried an old quilt. I didn't ask what it was for.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as we drove away from her house.

"Out in the country, less than an hour's drive, to some property my grandfather still owns. It was his father’s and mother's farm. Most of it isn’t used now. Their old house is still standing, about a mile off the main road. The road back to there is closed and we may not be able to drive in all the way. There's a creek just before we get to the house and the bridge has been out for years."

While we rode, she told me about her great grandparents on her father's side, who had lived on the farm for almost sixty years, raising eight children, five girls and three boys. The quilt had been made by her great grandmother.

When she pointed out the almost overgrown dirt road, I pulled off slowly in front of an iron gate blocking the way. She jumped out, opened a huge lock, and then swung open the gate. I pulled in and waited while she closed it behind us and got back in the car.

I made my way slowly along the old road, trying to avoid rocks and roots and brush. It took us another ten minutes to cover the short distance to the creek. I could see the old house standing on a knoll on the other side.

We found one huge timber, from one side of the bridge, still standing solidly above the creek, and we crossed on that.

The old house was still dry and reasonably well preserved, its tin roof still protecting it. Inside it was dark and cool, the rooms all empty.

"When we were small, my parents used to bring us here for picnics. I never knew my great grandparents but my father did. He's told me some unbelievable stories about them. They both lived to be almost ninety years old and both died in this house. Do you think they might be here watching us?"

"I doubt it. If they had eight children here, their ghosts might still be in one of the bedrooms making love."

"Can you imagine that?  Having eight children. I wonder how it was to make love when there was almost no way to protect yourself against having a baby?"

She led me back outside, into the sunlight again. When I asked where we were going, she held my hand and led me along a path that was almost overgrown, back down to the creek and then along the bank.

"There's a spot just up the creek where the water runs over some rocks. Just below that, there was always a pool deep enough for us to play when we were kids, with a sandy area just down from the pool. We always had our picnics there or in the cleared area beside the creek."

We found the pool, still clear and deep, with a large area of clean brown sand just below it. The area beside the creek, once a field cleared and farmed, was now overgrown with grass and filled with wild flowers.

"Let's play in the pool later," Susan said. "I want to clear an area in the middle of all these flowers for us. Do you think we can do that?"

We pushed our way through until we were surrounded, up to our waist in grass and flowers. I used my feet to mark off a square, bending the flowers always in the same direction. She watched for a moment and then began to help me. By the time we had pushed down a large square, we were both sweating.

I spread the quilt over the crushed flowers and grass and put our two coolers on separate corners. I sat down for a moment to pull my sneakers and socks off and then stood up to pull off my shirt. When I stood up, she followed my example. She had not worn a bra under her knit shirt and we stood for a moment looking at each other, both bare-chested.

She moved closer to me and ran her hands over my shoulders and chest. She seemed surprised to find that my nipples, though small in comparison to hers, could become erect little knobs.

"I'd love to have a cold beer," she said. "My father won't allow it in the house. Maybe that's why I like it, especially when I'm hot."

I opened bottles for both of us. She drank hers in thirsty swallows, like a man, and I did the same, both of us watching the other.

She handed me her empty bottle and I returned both to the cooler. When I turned around again, she pulled me to the middle of the quilt. Before I could move, she reached for the button and then the zipper on my jeans. She bent to pull them down and when she saw what I had on underneath, a pair of cobalt-blue briefs, she smiled up at me. I stood on first one leg and then the other, my hand on her shoulder, while she pulled my jeans off my legs. When she stood up, I did the same for her, and I was just as pleased as she had been when I found she had worn a pair of lacy pink panties that were just as skimpy as mine were.

"Could we wait just a few more minutes?" she asked. "I want to rest here on my great grandmother's quilt and watch the clouds and let the sun soak into me. Could we do that?"

She was a feast for the senses spread out on the old quilt. Her hair sparkled gold in the sun. Her skin was like cream, touched with pink, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat in places. Her breasts were whitest of all, tipped with pinkish-brown aureoles and darker nipples which stood up already in erection. Her long legs were spread apart, welcoming the sun, and the pink panties were even more enticing when I realized that I would soon have them off her and would have my cock deep in what was hidden for now.

I joined her for a few minutes, lying first on my back, watching the clouds slowly pass overhead, and then on my stomach, my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the Indian summer weather. When I stood up at last, she propped on her elbows, watching me.

I waded into the sea of flowers, picking as wide a variety as I could find. When I came back to the quilt and to her, she watched still as I began to pull the petals off the flowers, dropping them over her body. She waited quietly, letting me spread the pink and yellow and white petals over her. I threw the stripped stems away.

"Now, would you like me to deflower you?" I asked.

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Siobhan interrupted the story again.

“Oh, come on, Kieran. You didn’t really say that, did you?  Deflower?”

She had my sweat pants down below my hips and was playing with my dick as I tried to concentrate on how that afternoon with Susan had happened.

“OK, maybe I didn’t. But I really did put the wildflowers all over her. Every time I think about it, I wish I had said it. Getting her cherry with all those flowers on her. I wish you could have seen her.

I heard footsteps and Kavan and Kerry walked into the room. Kavan looked at what Siobhan was doing with my dick.

“Are you going to let us watch?” he asked.

“Watch what?” I answered, not making the connection,

“You know, Dad, watch you and Mom. If you’re going to do it, can we watch? I’ll go get Arial.”

I was tempted. Siobhan was trying to keep from laughing.

“No, Kavan, we did it last night. We’re not going to do it again. We’re just playing.”

“Oh, well, can we have some brownies for dessert? We’re hungry.”

Siobhan went to the kitchen with them. She yelled at me from the kitchen.

“I put some ice CREAM on their CHOCOLATE brownies. Would you like some?”

I had to settle for real brownies and real ice cream. When I finished, Siobhan made me start my story again.

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I stood over Susan, my shadow falling on her face, waiting for her reply. She hesitated for just a moment, her gaze moving downward from my face toward my crotch and then back to my eyes.

She said just one word, "Yes."

I pointed to my briefs.

"Take these off."

She knelt in front of me, her hands moving up my legs, cupping my ass, stroking me until I was sure she had memorized the feel of me. I waited, hardly able to breathe, for her to touch the front of my briefs. When she did, she held me with both hands and leaned forward, burying her face in the blue fabric, breathing in the scent of me. Her mouth opened and then closed as she tried to catch the thin fabric in her teeth. Again and again she tried as I watched. Once she caught fabric and skin and I pulled away. She grabbed me behind my legs and pulled me back. With both hands, she reached up to the waistband, pulled down, and slowly, oh so slowly, my briefs gave way, turning inside out. When she had pulled them down a few inches, my cock sprang out, in her face. She held on, pulling still, until they were around my knees. Only then did I offer any assistance, stepping out with first one leg and then the other.

By the time she looked back, my penis was almost fully erect, pointing at her face. My testicles were hanging low, as they always did when I was warm but not aroused. I knew that my scrotum would soon draw them snugly up to the base of my cock.

"I never knew a man's cock could be so beautiful. It's so straight and white and the head is so smooth. You're bigger than most men, aren't you?"

"How many men have you seen," I asked.

"I've told you. I've seen my father once and my brother a few times since he grew up. Yours is bigger than theirs."

"Are you afraid of me because of that?" I asked.

"A little," she whispered.

"Don't be. I promise I won't hurt you. Whatever we do here today, it’ll be because you want it.”

As I lay down beside her, I resolved to be slow and patient with her, to build her desire into such a fever pitch that she would never forget this day. I also resolved to fuck her thoroughly, to take her virginity in every way I could, to repay her for having to wait for the last two months.

At first we lay side by side, trying to be close but unable to find a comfortable arrangement for our arms. I pushed her onto her back and kissed her, lingering in an open-mouthed interplay of lips and teeth and tongue. When I moved downward, I buried my face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, tasting her sweaty skin with my open mouth. When I moved to her breasts, her nipples were standing hard and erect. I fastened my mouth on one and played with the other with my fingers.

"I love that," she whispered.

I alternated from one breast to the other, using my tongue to gently lick them all over and my mouth to suck on the hard nipples. At one point, when I tried to pull as much as possible of her breast into my mouth, her hands came up and held my head firmly against her.

When I moved downward, I stopped at her navel and used my tongue to tease and lick, knowing that she would understand this as a sample of what would happen when I moved lower still.

Finally, I moved down once more, spreading her legs and kneeling between them. With the sunlight on her, still strewn with flower petals, with the lacy pink panties still hiding her cunt from me, she was the most desirable woman any man could imagine. I could feel the blood throbbing in my cock and balls and I ached with hunger for her.

I pulled her legs up into a knees-bent position and leaned forward and kissed her on the pink fabric covering her cunt. I heard a swift intake of breath and she whispered, "I love that, too."

I played with her, trying to use my tongue to push the lacy fabric to one side, to get at her, first one side and then the other. In a few minutes, the crotch of her panties was wet, either from my saliva or from her secretions. I could smell the musky scent of her and it only added to my determination to do everything I could think of to her.

When she lifted her hips up from the quilt, I knew she wanted me to take off her panties. I pulled them off her hips and, moving to one side, off her legs. She returned to the same position, but this time totally exposed to my eyes and to my hands and mouth. I took one long breath, pushed her legs apart as far as possible, and brought my tongue upward from the soft mounds of her buttocks, through the petal-like inner lips of her vagina, to her clitoris. A few minutes later, she had her first orgasm of the day.

When I moved on top of her, I held myself supported on both elbows, my cock sandwiched between us, pressed against her stomach. For a few minutes, I did nothing more than kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth, teasing her to do the same to me and, when she did, sucking her tongue into my mouth. At the same time, I pressed my cock against her, sliding it back and forth, wanting her to feel it hot and hard against her stomach, waiting for her to give me a signal when she was ready.

When I felt her hands seek out the cheeks of my ass, I moved away from her to find room. With one hand, I guided the head of my cock downward until I felt the warmth and moisture between the soft lips of her cunt. I pushed gently and then retreated, pushed again and waited. I tried to will myself to be patient, until she opened to me as much as possible, knowing that my own pleasure would be even more when she was a totally-willing partner. I was a little unsure whether I would hurt her. I knew that a virgin sometimes had a hymen that was an obstacle to a man's cock and that sometimes there was some pain and even blood. But regardless of pain or blood or anything else, I was determined to fuck her.

Just as I pushed gently one more time, I felt her hands on my buttocks, pulling me into her. I heard her gasp in my ear as the head of my cock slid into her. Her cunt was tight, tighter than any I had ever experienced. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind, I wondered what had happened to her hymen, her maidenhead, as I had been called in a book I once read. Sensing a stiffness in her body, I waited patiently for her to relax and to give me a signal to put it in deeper.

Her arms wrapped around my back and I felt her spread her legs further apart, wrapping them around me, her knees on each side of my waist, her heels locked just behind my ass, pressing against me. I pushed against her again and felt my cock slide a little deeper into hot moist flesh. I withdrew until just the head was in her and then pressed forward again and again, each time feeling her cunt open to me, letting my cock in deeper. It seemed like an eternity but I am sure it was just a few minutes later that I was buried to the hilt in her, my belly pressed tightly against hers, my pubic bone against hers, my balls snuggled up tight against the cheeks of her ass.

I had been without sex of any kind for two weeks and I knew I wouldn't be able to last long when I began to fuck her. I held still inside her, letting her become accustomed to the feel of my cock in her.

Shortly she whispered, "Do it. I want to feel you come inside me."

I began to slide it in and out of her, marveling at the tight hot silkiness of her vagina. In spite of my resolve to hold back, I was quickly lost, growing unconscious of everything except my cock buried in her cunt. Within a minute or so, I felt my orgasm begin, swelling somewhere behind my balls, building in urgency, and then pouring out my come in what felt like a dozen or so separate contractions. I buried it as deep in her as I could and let it all squirt out.

When I became aware again, I realized that I was resting all of my weight on her. I pushed up on my elbows and looked at her face.

"Don't move, please," she said. "Don't take it out. I don't want you to ever take it out."

I could tell that my cock had lost some of its hardness and I didn't know how soon I would be ready to continue. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She held on, spreading her legs over me, her knees on each side of my waist, finding a comfortable position, but never letting my cock slip out of her cunt.

I resolved to be passive this time, to wait for her to take the initiative. I wanted her to find out for herself what gave her pleasure when she had a man's cock in her cunt, how to find that combination of movement and pressure which could bring about her own orgasm.

She rested on top of me for a minute or so before she began to move, tentatively, learning for the first time how our two bodies could fit together so well. My cock was at first only half erect inside her. Her cunt was still slick from her lubrication and my semen. She tried a variety of movements, some up and down, pistoning my cock in and out faster and faster, some circular, with my cock buried as deeply in her as our bodies would permit.

My cock was soon erect again and she seemed to grow more excited as it grew inside her. I curled my hands around her ass checks, my fingertips reaching just inside to the lips of her cunt until I could feel my cock disappearing inside her. That seemed to bother her even more. She rocked back and forth for a few minutes, eyes closed, lost in her own sensations. When I knew I had had almost as much as I could endure, I brought one hand between our bodies, awkwardly trying to turn my hand to bring one finger into contact with her clitoris. With the other hand, I teased the soft area between her cunt and asshole. When she felt my finger, she began to press against it on each down stroke.

When I felt the first contraction of her orgasm, I used both hands to lift her slightly above me, to give me room to move. I plunged in and out of her cunt as rapidly as I could and after only a few strokes, I came again inside her.

"With that," I said to her, "you can say good-bye to the virginity of your cunt."

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(SIOBHAN)

Kieran had kept telling his story during the opera. I knew he was operating on two levels, one part of his concentration centered on the opera, the other part centered on telling me the story. I’d often wondered how he could do it. He’d stopped with the story only when there was a particular passage he wanted to hear. I’d checked on the kids a couple of times. They’d found The Wizard of Oz on one channel and were watching it.

“Could we put you on pause again? I need to think of something for dinner. If the temperature’s going to be down in the teens tonight, do you need to check on anything outside?”

“I think everything outside’s OK,” he answered. “I’ll go down in the basement and make sure everything’s closed up tight. I’ll put some of the foam mats at the bottom of the garage door. That ought to keep out a big source of cold air.”

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(KIERAN)

Susan relaxed completely, on top of me, letting her full weight rest on me. I held her with both arms, my cock still buried inside her but slowly becoming soft. After a minute or so, we both began to doze. When I awakened, perhaps fifteen minutes later, I felt an urgency to relieve a full bladder, to get rid of the two beers I had drunk earlier. I eased her to one side and got up to find a private spot to relieve myself.

For the next half-hour or so, we played naked in the creek, cooling off in the deep pool below the rocks. Once she turned, while playing in the pool and looked at me with a smile that seemed to speak volumes about the secret we now shared.  Her long hair draped over one shoulder and her eyes and mouth signaled some kind of invitation. Between the rounded curves of her buttocks, I could see the beginnings of the darker skin around her asshole, the rest hidden just under the surface of the water. It was an image that would tempt any man. Finally, both starved, we went back to the quilt in the middle of the flowers, to our lunch. I had brought two bottles of champagne in addition to the beer. Before we were through eating, we were both more than a little tipsy with the champagne.

"I want to suck you off," Susan whispered.

I was more than surprised. I couldn't believe what she had said. "I can't believe you can talk like that," I responded.

"You've been trying to teach me to be honest. Do you want me to be candid with you or not?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Good. You may think I'm perverted or something. I don't know what's supposed to be normal and what's not. I know what I want to do. Do you want me to tell you?"

"Yes."

"I want to suck your cock. I want to do it to you until you come. And when you come, I want you to come in my mouth. I want to suck you until you can't stand it, until nothing else comes out of you, and you lose your hard-on."

I was lying on my side, my head propped in my hand, as we were talking. She was facing me, her legs laced through mine.

"Be my guest," I said.

She slid down just a little and brought her lips against my chest, her tongue tracing wet trails around my nipples. With her hand, she sought out my still-soft cock and held it. After a minute or so she put her mouth on my nipple and began to suck on it, just as I had been doing to her. I had never felt anything like it and I wondered if I was supposed to like it as much as a woman did. She alternated between my nipples, first one and then the other, sucking, teasing. I began to feel a response in my cock as it began to swell in her hand.

"I just wanted to see if it would affect you the same way it does me," she said. "When you do it to me, I feel warm and squirmy inside and my cunt gets hot and juicy, like there’s a direct connection between nipples and cunt. Maybe there's one between nipples on a man and his cock."

She slid lower still, teasing her way down over my stomach, and finally reached my cock. When she took the head in her mouth, it felt cool and tingly from the champagne. She held the base of my cock in one hand and my balls in the other and began to explore with her tongue, running it around the rim, over the head, down the shaft. Finally she began to move her mouth up and down on the head, sucking with each up-stroke. I tried to remain motionless, watching her head moving back and forth, her mouth spread wide around the head of my cock, the shaft exposed to the warm sun. Out of nowhere, some cruel, perverse idea seized me. I cupped my hand behind her head and pulled her toward me, at the same time thrusting forward with my hips. I felt the head of my cock against the back of her throat and I wondered just how much of it she could hold. For a moment, I relaxed my grip, to let her breathe, and then quickly pulled her forward again, harder, pushing with my hips. This time, I felt her throat open and the head of my cock slid into warm velvet smoothness. She put her hands against my stomach and pushed away, struggling. I let her go and she looked at me, tears in her eyes, fighting to hold back the gag reflex.

Finally she managed to speak. "I didn't know that was possible. Where did you learn that dirty little trick?"

"I watched a circus sword swallower once," I joked.

"Do you think it's really possible, I mean for a woman to take a cock like yours down her throat?"

"I don't know. I've heard of it but I've never had it done to me. You're the one who wanted to suck my cock."

She pushed me down on my back and straddled my legs, holding my cock upright with one hand. She took it in her mouth and started again with just the head inside, her tongue teasing around the rim and against the frenulum. I lay back and covered my eyes with my hand against the sun. I determined to try to relax, to delay coming again as long as I could, but I failed to reckon with her insistence on having what she wanted. All too soon, I found myself drawn over the edge of orgasm, unable to hold back if I had wanted to. I poured out one more offering of semen, the juices of my body, into her mouth. She held on to my cock through it all, gulping, swallowing, almost gagging, determined to have it all, until there was nothing else in me. 

When she looked up at me, smiling, I said, "With that, you can say good-bye to the virginity of your mouth."

Afterward, we rested in the sun, still playing with each other. I made her turn face down while I kissed her, covering her neck, and back, and buttocks, and legs with open-mouthed kisses. Then I made her turn over and I did the same to the other side. She insisted on having her turn, but starting on my front side. When I turned over, she teased me into spreading my legs and then bit me just at the joining of ass and thigh. Finally we curled up together and talked while our hands continued to play with each other. I wondered if I would be able to get another erection, if I could complete what I had determined to do.

"Do you still feel like a virgin?" I asked, almost an hour later. "There's one more way we can do it, if you tell me you want it."

"I want it," she said. "I'm so tired of god and goodness and virginity and innocence. I want to be fucked, really fucked, until there's nothing left but a woman who loves to have a man's cock in her."

"Then get on your hands and knees."

She complied immediately, even spreading her knees apart, pushing her ass backward a little, to offer me ready access to her. It made me wonder how much of a novice she really was at this game.

I held her hip with one hand and with the other guided the head of my cock between the pouting lips of her cunt. She pushed back against me, eager to have it in her. I held her by both hips and began to give it to her in long slow strokes, in as deep as I could, until I felt sure it was hitting bottom, then out until I could see the head just parting the lips of her cunt. She was moaning with each stroke, whether from pleasure or pain, I didn't know. As I watched my cock slide in and out of her, I couldn't help but notice the small puckered opening between her buttocks. I began to wonder if I could really convince her to let me have that last virginal orifice.

I pulled my cock out, leaning back on my heels momentarily, trying to decide whether I dared. With her head buried in the quilt, I heard her mutter something about god and a name and how she loved my big cock in her. I was unsure what I had heard but it took only a moment for it to sink in and I determined to do it.

I held her again, this time pressing the slippery head of my cock to the little brown opening.

"Do it, damn it! Do it," she said. "Fuck me in the ass with your big cock.”

I held her firmly with both hands and pushed but nothing yielded. I backed off for a minute, reached down between her legs with a finger and inserted it in her cunt, then brought the moisture back to her asshole. I stroked it with one finger, pressing, waiting for her to relax. In a few seconds, I felt her yield and my finger slipped into the tight sphincter. I pushed it in and out a few times and, when I heard her moan again, I spit on my fingers, coated the head and shaft of my cock with saliva, and then substituted my cock for my finger.

This time she was ready. She pushed back against me and the head of my cock slid into her. Her asshole was even tighter on the head of my cock and just as hot as her cunt. She moaned again. I pushed on, curious to see if she could take it all. She kept up the moaning, rocking with me, as I opened her up more and more. I couldn't believe what I was doing but I knew I couldn't stop.

Finally she stopped me. "No more, please. You're splitting me wide open."

I began to slide it in and out, at first slowly, but gradually faster and faster. I could feel the muscles gripping my cock relax gradually and, without her knowing it, I saw the last inch of so gradually disappear into her. When I had it all the way in, I reached around her hips and sought out her cunt, feeling for her clitoris. I began to stroke it, curious to see if I could make her come this way. Within less than a minute, I could feel the contractions in her vagina, even though my cock was buried in the passageway next to it.

As last, I went at her without regard for her feelings, holding her by both hips, slamming into her, uncaring whether I hurt her or not, determined to come one more time, to sound the death knell of the last of her virginity. After a minute or so, I was covered with sweat but my orgasm still eluded me. She reached back between her legs and caught my balls, moaning with each inward stroke. Finally, I poured out one last load into her, almost grateful to be done with what I had determined earlier to do.

I watched as I slowly withdrew my cock, still hard, out of her ass. There was a trace of blood down the shaft. I stopped with just the head inside her, torn between the desire to ram it in again, to hurt her, and the relief of being done with her. Suddenly, I felt the muscles of her anal sphincter push the head of my cock out of her, followed by a mixture of white semen and a little red blood.

"You're not a virgin now," I whispered. "If you were virgin in mouth or cunt or ass, you're not that way now and never will be again."

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(SIOBHAN)

I was puzzled. It didn’t make sense. I started to ask him a question.

“Wait a minute,” he said. “This last part of the opera’s great. Faust and Mephistopheles are in Marguerite’s prison cell. She’s got to sing before she dies. The heavenly choir will put goose-bumps on you.”

After it was over, I asked him my question.

 "You can't just stop and leave me here wondering what else happened between the two of you. I know it didn't work out between you or she’d be here now and I wouldn't. What happened to make the two of you break up?"

"We had a few other hot and furious sessions after that," he said. "But I guess she began to sense a change in the way I felt about her. After a while, we began to argue.  She wanted me to go to church with her; she said her parents were after her to bring me. I refused and we argued. After one fuss, we went for two weeks without seeing each other. When I ran into her on campus, I asked if she would go out with me on the weekend. She refused. When I pressed her for a reason, she told me she had a date with another guy. He was someone I knew and didn't like. I kissed her on the cheek and told her thanks. And it was over like that."

"What caused you to change the way you felt about her?  I don't understand that."

"That Saturday afternoon, when I was trying to decide whether to fuck her in the ass, I told you she said something I didn't understand at first, about god and a name and how she loved my big cock in her. At first I wasn't sure what I had heard but when I understood the name, that's when I determined to ream her ass out. I'll never know whether she was thinking of her brother or her father but she had called me Steve."


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