THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Nine

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


CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 34 in story, 15 in flashback; Siobhan Stuart, 33; Kavan Stuart, 7; Arial Stuart, 6; Kerry Stuart, 2; Paul Andersen, 26 in flashback; Lauren Andersen, 23 in flashback

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart

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(KIERAN)

The day was a perfect Saturday in October, with temperatures in the sixties and seventies, a clear pale-blue sky, and just a little breeze blowing from the north. We all wore jeans, sweatshirts, and sneakers and we didn’t need the light jackets we brought. We drove up into the mountains north of where we lived to an area where we knew apples were grown. We filled the trunk of the car with apples, apple butter and cider, gourds and hard squash and a pumpkin, popcorn and decorative corn still on the cob, pine cones, rocks, and other treasures we found at the farms and creeks and fields where we stopped. If we had let the kids get everything they’d wanted, we’d have had the rest of the car full too. 

We were on our way back home when I saw the sign that said “Visitors Welcomed.” We were just coming to a small rocky creek when I saw the play area beside the stream and a dirt road leading off toward it. On impulse, I slowed, pulled into the road, and then stopped and looked around. The road led to an old country house on a slight rise above the creek and the whole area looked like it had been lovingly tended and landscaped. Near the creek, I could see a picnic table and a tire swing hung between two trees. Nearby an old man in overalls was working beside a big woman in a faded dress and work boots, both raking leaves. He motioned with his hand for me to drive into the play area. We stayed with them until almost dark.

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“I can’t believe you ate turnip greens,” I said to Siobhan, after we were on the road again. “I didn’t think you liked them.”

“Well, I can’t believe you drank buttermilk either,” she said. “I didn’t think you liked it.”

“I wasn’t about to turn down anything she offered me. That corn bread was the best I’ve ever eaten. Did you ever have ham as good as that before? He said he smoked it with apple wood.”

“I’m glad you stopped. I don’t guess they were lonely, with five grown children and thirteen grandchildren. She said most of them would come for Sunday dinner tomorrow. She made me take a jar of that end-of-season relish you liked so much on your black-eyed peas.”

“I thought Kavan would pop from eating so much. I guess they thought we never feed him,” I said.

“Even your little Princess ate like she was hungry for a change, didn’t she?” Siobhan asked.

“Yeah, it’s hard to believe they’d welcome perfect strangers like us into their home and then feed us. I think the way Kerry took to her made her do it. Did you see how he leaned back against her breasts when she was rocking him on the front porch?”

“She probably made him think of your mother. They were older than your parents, weren’t they? How long did she say they’d been married – forty-six years?”

“I think so. I hope we can be that happy when we get to be their age.”

We were quiet for the rest of the way home and the kids quickly went to sleep strapped in their seats in the back of the car. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like when we were old too and our kids and grandkids came for Sunday dinner. I couldn’t picture our three kids as adults.

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As usual, the kids woke up when I stopped the car at home. We took them straight to the bathroom and Kavan showed Kerry how to pee in the potty again. Arial played little mother again and held Kerry’s little sprout, pulled his foreskin back, and encouraged him to pee like his brother. He was still groggy and wouldn’t hold it but he grunted and peed while she held it.

I wiped off Kavan and Arial with a wet cloth, helped them put on their pajamas, and put toothpaste on their brushes so they could brush. Siobhan wiped off Kerry in spite of his protests and then brushed his teeth for him. He protested when she also put a diaper on him but he still couldn’t be quite trusted to go through the night. We had them back in bed as quickly as possible and even without us reading to them they seemed content to go to sleep again.

Later, we lay side by side in bed, reading. We both had on our cool weather sleepwear with the blanket pulled up part way over us. I wore just the knit shorts and top in which I lounged around the house and occasionally slept, if I slept in anything. Siobhan wore a soft pink nightgown with, I knew, nothing underneath.

She dropped her book beside the bed, turned out the light on her side, and curled up against me. When she put her head on my shoulder, her hair, that beautiful wild red hair, brushed over my face. I started to protest that I wasn’t finished with the article in the magazine.

Her hand on my stomach silenced me. I waited expectantly, wondering what she was thinking about. Her fingertips slid under the elastic waistband of my shorts, downward, searching for my dick. When she found it, curled down between my legs, she straightened it out toward my navel, covering it with her palm, her fingertips moving gently on my balls.

“Tell me about your first time?” she asked.

“My first what?”

“Your first time with a girl, when you lost your virginity. What was it like?  Who was it with?  What did you do? You know, that sort of stuff.”

“If I tell you the whole story, you may wish that you’d never asked me those questions. There’s one part of the story only three people know. If I tell you, it may affect the way you feel toward me.”

“Come on, Kieran, I can’t think of anything that will make me change the way I feel about you. You’ve piqued my curiosity now. I think you’re going to have to tell me. Why don’t you want to?”

“Well, it wasn’t a girl; it was a woman. I promised her I’d never tell anyone about that afternoon. What she gave me was the most wonderful gift any young man could get. I’ve never said a word about it to anyone.”

“Why would she ask for such a promise from you?”

“Her name was Lauren. She was a married woman, with a baby girl only a few months old. She was very much in love with her husband, Paul. They even wanted to have another baby, hopefully a boy. They moved away while she was pregnant with their second child and I haven’t heard from them since well before we married. They’ve been married now for over twenty years. They have two children, a girl and a boy. I’ve seen the boy only once, when he was almost two years old. They stopped by our house once, during my senior year in high school, on their way to visit her parents. The baby boy looked exactly like his father.”

“What did she look like?” Siobhan asked.

“She was a breath-taking, heart-breaking, beautiful woman. She was tall and slim and had a beautiful face with large luminous gray eyes. They were one of her most compelling features. She was a brunette with close-cut short hair. I suppose I was as much in love with her as a horny fifteen-year old could be. I know I was in lust with her because I got a hard-on almost every time I was around her. I know she must have noticed my attempts to hide it. Her husband kidded me about it once and I just told him I couldn’t help it.”

“How old did you say you were you when it happened?”

“Fifteen, about a month or so from sixteen.”

“And mature enough to appeal to an older, married woman?”

“I was certainly sexually-mature enough. I had my first wet dream the summer when I was twelve. After that my interest in sex almost drove me crazy for the next few years. I couldn’t believe all boys were afflicted with hard-ons as frequent and demanding as mine. Before I went through puberty, I never wanted other guys to see me nude because they’d ridicule boys with small cocks. By the time I was fifteen or so, I didn’t have to hide anything. The other boys saw me when I showered at school and I think they were envious.”

“How did you meet her?”

“I met her husband first. Paul was a helicopter pilot for an oil company, away from home for a week or so on occasion. When Lauren was pregnant with their first child, her doctor placed restrictions on the work she could do and what she could lift. Her husband asked around the neighborhood for a kid who could help her with housework and shopping while he was gone. They lived only two blocks away from my family, I had just got my driver’s permit, and so I suppose I was perfect for the job. My sister was in her last year of high school and more interested in chasing boys than in part-time work. My brother had already started college. My mother encouraged me to take the job. I suppose she thought it would be a good learning experience for me. I’ve often wondered if she knew exactly how good a learning experience it really was.”

“I think you’re beginning to break your promise, aren’t you?  I’m dying to hear more, but I’ll understand if you want to stop.”

“After so many years, when she’s so far away, I don’t suppose any harm could possibly come to her. Anyway, Paul turned out to be one of the most interesting, likable men I’ve ever met. He took me to the gym with him to work out and took me fishing. In a few months, we were almost like older and younger brothers. We even looked enough alike to be brothers, with the same tall slim build, fair skin, hazel eyes, and blond hair. His wife accepted me with just as much warmth and friendship as her husband. I spent a lot of my free time with them.” 

“Well, was he aware of how sexually developed you were? Was he concerned about leaving you around his wife?”

“He saw me naked in the gym every time we went. The second time or so, he commented on the size of my dick but it was such a friendly remark it didn’t bother me. After that, I was relaxed and open with him. The only discomfort I felt was when I compared my body with his. He was taller than I was then, very well developed from his routine at the gym and from his work. He always seemed tanned all over. I was tall for my age and on the skinny side, and it was years before my muscles were developed like his.”

 “Come on, Kieran. Quit teasing me, damn it. Tell me about losing your virginity. Give me the juicy details! What happened between you and his wife?”

“When the baby was a little over six months old, he left on Friday, to be gone longer than usual, almost two weeks. I was supposed to go over on Saturday afternoon to stay with their baby girl, because Lauren told me she wanted to go somewhere. I wasn’t comfortable keeping the baby while she went out but my mother had promised to be there in minutes if I needed help with her. Anyway, that afternoon, I rang the doorbell and she answered wearing a soft purple robe, holding the baby.”

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She sat down again and turned slightly away from me so that I couldn’t see the baby held against her breast. As she did, the loose robe she wore fell open, showing her legs. She quickly covered them again. If one swift glance was correct, she had on little lace-trimmed panties underneath. She settled back in the chair and draped a diaper over her shoulder and breast and the baby’s head.

“You’re early, Kieran. Let me finish feeding the baby and then you can stay with her for a few hours. She’ll probably sleep most of the afternoon.”

I could hardly answer. My heart was beating faster and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I’d probably seen more of her in shorts and shirt when she was out working in the yard but I’d never seen her in such an intimate situation. I stood watching her and she looked at me or beyond me with a relaxed unfocused stare while the baby nursed.

After a few minutes, she changed the baby from her right breast to her left, trying to hold baby, robe, and diaper to keep herself covered. I saw one momentary flash of rounded breast and then the baby began to suckle noisily again. The combination of sight and sound triggered a reaction in me that couldn’t be controlled. I began to get an erection. Standing there in front of her, my face began to burn. I felt she couldn’t help but see my embarrassment and the bulge in my white tennis shorts. The briefs I wore underneath my shorts held my dick downward, keeping me from getting a full erection, but I could feel the blood pulsing in it.

She looked up from the baby at me and for a moment her eyes held mine. If my eyes could see the question in hers, I’m sure hers could see the pleading in mine. Then she lowered her gaze, looking at the straining bulge in my shorts. After a minute more she looked at my face again. It may have been my fevered imagination but I thought I saw in her eyes a resolution to whatever question she had been pondering.

“Come here, Kieran,” she said. “Would you like to see her nurse?”

I stumbled over to her, standing close, looking down at her and the baby. She removed the covering diaper and I could see the little girl with her face buried in her exposed breast. She moved the arm holding her and the baby lost the nipple. For a moment it was exposed and I saw the dark circle around the erect nipple, with a drop of white milk hanging on the end. Then the baby greedily moved her head around, found the nipple, and started sucking again.

“Some day, she’ll be a beautiful young woman,” she said. “I just hope we can have a son as beautiful as she is.”

My eyes were fixed on her breast and the nursing baby. I didn’t dare try to speak. 

Still looking down at the baby, she reached out with her hand and touched me on the leg. I stepped back, confused about what I should do. She caught me by the hand, pulled me back toward her and again put her hand on my leg just below my shorts. I felt sure my erection would rip out of my shorts. She moved her hand lightly up and down on the side of my leg, almost absent-mindedly, while she continued to watch the baby nurse. I stood paralyzed, heart pounding, face burning with heat. Her hand wandered higher and toward the rear, even under my shorts. She touched me softly again and again, as far as the now too-tight shorts would allow. She even slid her fingers under the elastic of my briefs just behind my leg. My erection probably grew another inch from that one touch.

She looked up into my face again, caught the front waistband of my shorts with her hand, and pulled me closer to her. She looked down at my crotch and then placed her hand against my cock. I held my breath. I couldn’t believe what she was doing. She tried to squeeze it through my shorts. I was frozen still, unable to move or speak. Finally, she released the one button at the top and pulled the zipper down. She reached to one side of my shorts, then the other, and tugged them down to my knees. I brought my legs closer together and let my shorts fall to the floor. 

For a moment she did nothing except look at my crotch. No other woman had seen me like this since before I started puberty. As a kid I had never cared if my mother or my sister saw me in my underwear but I had become much more private as I grew up.

She reached out to me again, cupped her fingers underneath my balls, and pressed her palm against the length of my cock. I could feel a surge of heat in my face and in my cock. I stood there still unable to move.

Finally she caught the elastic waistband of my briefs and tugged them down. I looked down at the exposed pubic hair and below that the shaft of my cock. With the baby still sucking loudly, she reached out to me again, encircled the base with her fingers, and tugged gently until my dick came free.

The downward angle and the tightness in my shorts had limited my erection before but now it burst into full size and hardness. Within seconds of being released, it rose at a forty-five degree angle to my stomach and the head was totally uncovered. With her fingertips, she lightly touched it, stroking up and down, encircling it, and teasing it. For a few minutes, I stood there and she played with my dick and balls with her eyes closed while the baby nursed. Neither of us said a word. 

She released me for a moment, pulled the robe away from her, and uncrossed her legs. I had been right. She was wearing lace-like bikini panties that hardly concealed anything. She spread her legs to my view. From above, I could see little of the area between her thighs except for dark pubic hair and the indentation of a cleft. I could see both breasts, faintly marbled with blue veins, the nipple of the free breast erect.

“Take your shorts off,” she whispered.

I kicked my shorts off over my sneakers and then pulled my briefs down. As I pulled them off my feet, I almost fell, trying to take them off with my shoes still on. Involuntarily I reached out to her shoulder to steady myself. When I straightened up, I kept my hand there with my fingers just touching her bare neck.

As I stood there before her, completely exposed to her, my erection pointing toward her, I saw her for an instant as a mother, almost as my mother, and I knew that, for right or wrong, I was going to fuck her.

She stroked my cock up the shaft toward the head and a drop of clear lubrication appeared. She reached under and held my balls like she was weighing them in her palm. She gave my cock a gentle squeeze and then a stroke from the base toward the head again, bringing forth another drop. Again. The same pattern. A downward stroke, smearing the lubrication until her hand felt like liquid heat, a touch under my balls, even behind them, the inside of my thighs, again back upward, squeezing toward the head.

She held my cock with her fingers, bending it downward, pointing horizontally toward her. She pulled forward and watched as the foreskin almost covered the head. When my cock was soft, the foreskin more than covered the head, protruding beyond it a little in a wrinkled circle of skin. When it was hard, the foreskin covered only about half the head. She seemed fascinated by it.

“I’ve never seen one that wasn’t circumcised,” she said.

She pulled the skin downward, back toward my stomach, stretching it tight, causing my cock to swell even more. I could see the head turn a deeper red from the renewed surge of blood being pumped into it. Another clear drop of lubrication was brought forth. She caught it with her fingers and rubbed it over the head.

I knew I could come at any second and I wanted to tell her to stop but there was nothing I could say. She could’ve done anything she wanted to me at that moment and I could not have stopped her.

She fixed her eyes on my cock, intent on what she was doing. I knew she had to know the consequences of her actions and so I accepted it too. She was going to make me come, wanted me to come, standing in front of her, while the baby sucked on her breast. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to move it up and down, slowly at first, gradually faster until I knew I was about to come.

I felt the first agonizing contraction and watched as the first spurt landed on her breast, almost at the nipple. The next two or three fell on her ribs and stomach, one just on the edge of her panties. The last few oozed out onto her hand. I watched in fascination as she added it to the lubrication that already covered the head and shaft. Finally her touch became too much to bear and I reached down and held her hand still. She looked up into my eyes once again.

“I’ll put the baby to bed. She should sleep now,” she said. “You take the rest of your clothes off.”

She left the room, her robe now open, with the baby still in her arms. I saw for one brief moment her full breasts, her flat stomach with its ivory-colored lace panties, and her full hips. Then the back of the purple robe hid her and the baby from me.

I bent over, quickly unlaced my shoes, pulled them off and then my socks. As I pulled my shirt over my head, I was unable to see for a moment. When I dropped the shirt to the floor and opened my eyes, she was already coming back into the room and the robe and panties were gone. She was completely naked. I was almost breathless, seeing for the first time a woman’s beauty.

She walked up to me, looked me up and down, and said, “You’re still hard.”

I looked down at my still-erect cock, uncertain what my response should be. Clearly she had expected it to be soft by now. I wasn’t surprised since it was often stayed hard after one orgasm. I had no basis for judging how uncommon that was.

“It’s too bad you’re not tanned all over,” she said, and smiled at me. “Perhaps before the summer is over, we can find some way to get rid of that white band around your hips.”

I realized that she was tanned too, not as dark as me but with no white area around her hips or breasts. Just as I began to wonder why, she wiped the thought out of my head.

She took hold of my cock again with one hand and, with the other, cupped my balls. I had the impression that she was measuring, weighing, judging what she held.

“Sit down here on the couch with me,” she said. “I’ve got to talk to you before we do anything else.”

I sat beside her and she took hold of my cock again, softly stroking it.

“Kieran, with what we’ve already done, you’ve got to understand that I’ve put my life and my husband’s and our marriage in your hands. If you let anyone else learn of this, you’ll cause us all big problems.”

“I understand,” I answered. “But why are you doing this?  You’re married to a good man. I’m just a kid.”

“You’re only partially wrong. I agree Paul’s a wonderful man. We love each other very much. We have an almost perfect marriage. There’s only one problem, something you might help us with. I’m not going to tell you about it yet. Trust me. He knows what I’m doing. We’ve talked it over more than once.”

I couldn’t believe what she was telling me, that she and her husband had talked about and agreed to her having sex with me.

“The two of you talked about me?” I asked.

“He knew when he left what I was going to do. There’s a good reason for it. Believe me and don’t ask any more questions. And don’t refer to yourself as a kid anymore. I know how old you are. In two months, you’ll be sixteen and you’re not a kid. In most of the ways you act, you’re as mature as lots of men. Judging by what I’ve got in my hand, you’re more of a man than most. When I saw the size of this in your shorts, I couldn’t believe it.”

“But how do you feel about me?” I asked.

“I’m very fond of you, Kieran. You’ve become a close friend. Maybe there’s even some love in my feelings but it’s not the same thing I feel for my husband. When I look at you, it seems like you could be his younger brother. Sometimes it seems like you’re my husband, only ten years younger.”

“But what about us?  I’m not ready to quit. I don’t want just your right hand.”

“Good. I promise you. You’ll have everything you want.”

She squeezed my cock and stroked downward, stretching the skin down from the head until I squirmed.

“This is beautiful too. Don’t ever let anybody ever tell you it isn’t. When I made you come, that was beautiful to me. Just trust me. When Paul comes back, he’ll talk to you and you’ll understand why we’re doing this.”
 
“Yeah, he’ll talk to me after he kills me,” I said.

“No, he won’t. He likes you a lot. He thinks you’re like the younger brother he never had.”

“And he says it’s OK for me to f..., do what I want to with you?”

“You can say fuck to me, Kieran. And, yes, he says it’s OK for you to fuck me. But I think we’ve done enough talking. I have one more question and I want an honest one-word answer. Are you a virgin?”

“Yes,” I answered, embarrassed to admit it.

She lay on the couch and lifted one leg to rest on the back, with the other bent and on the floor. As she spread her legs apart, I saw for the first time in the flesh a woman’s cunt, open, exposed, moist, pink. How can any man ever describe the first time he sees a real cunt?  I was surprised at the small ridge or shaft, arising at the very top of the cleft, spreading and thickening until it separated into two small pink lips, like the petals of a flower, inside the darker mounds on either side. Lower down, I could see the small opening there and I was surprised at its placement. I had expected it to be higher, more in front. I wondered how all this mysterious plumbing worked, how she pissed, where the clitoris that I had heard about was located, how the opening could expand enough to hold my cock and how deep it would take me, even how it could expand enough for the baby to come out. To me, it looked as fresh and virginal as any picture I had ever seen.

“Touch it,” she said, “I want you to.”

I touched it, bringing my finger gently down the small shaft, separating the lips, down to the opening into the depths of her. I inserted my finger perhaps an inch and was amazed at the slippery moistness and heat of her cunt. She caught my wrist and pushed my finger in deeper, then withdrew it and moved my hand so that my finger rubbed over the area just where the lips began to separate. I felt a harder protrusion in the softness and I could tell from the movement of her hips that she liked what we were doing. So I did it by myself, first inserting a finger into her, finding the lubrication there, and then smearing it over the hard bump, side to side, up and down. When I looked at her face, her eyes were closed.

But it was the opening into her that held my interest. I inserted my index finger slowly into her, finding no end to the depth which would limit my cock when I put it in her, amazed at the tightness, the warmth, the lubricated feel of her flesh there.

“Come, get on top of me,” she said. “Be careful of my breasts. They’re tender and if you put your weight on them, we’ll have milk flowing. Keep your body raised above mine and watch your dick as it goes into me.”

I moved to position myself the way she told me, holding myself above her with my arms. I was in what I realized was a perfect position when I considered the placement of the opening into her and the angle of my erection. But with no hands free, I couldn’t find the right spot to make it go into her. I pushed gently once and it slid off solid flesh and to the right, again and it slid upward toward her stomach, a third time and it slid downward, between her thighs.

She reached down with one hand and held my cock in the right place. I pushed gently and knew it was right. The head slipped easily into a cauldron of heat and wetness and living flesh.

“Be slow and easy as you put it in,” she whispered. “It takes time for a woman’s vagina to adjust to a big dick like yours. Just don’t get in a hurry. We’ll both enjoy it more.” 

I began slowly by sliding the head into her for just an inch or so, and then withdrawing. Each insertion was as pleasurable or more so than the last. I watched as my cock slid in and out, with each downward stroke opening her up a little more, her cunt taking in a little more of my cock. Slowly her pussy opened and I found new depths to explore. The lubricated friction of her cunt on the shaft and especially the head of my cock was almost too good to bear. My body moved closer and closer to hers as I worked my cock in deeper and deeper. With still an inch of the shaft exposed, she seemed to pull away from me and I stopped, holding myself absolutely still, waiting for a signal from her.

She changed her position, bringing her legs upward, bending herself almost in half, my supporting arms behind her knees. She was totally open to me now and I wanted all of my cock in her. I gave one, two, three, long slow strokes and watched as the last of it disappeared into her cunt. I looked up at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. I stopped moving and held my dick deep in her with my balls resting against the soft mounds between her thighs.

Then she pushed me away with her hands and pulled me closer with hands and legs. With slow movements, I slid the entire length into her and then almost out. I felt her fingernails in my back. I shut my eyes and slowly became engulfed in the red heat of our fucking. My thrusts gradually quickened. Again and again, I buried my cock to the hilt and then withdrew. All too quickly, I knew I was coming again. I stopped my movements, to try to delay and to prolong the pleasure but I was beyond all control. Instinctively, I buried my cock to the depths to let each spasm deposit my semen into the core of her.

As the last of my orgasm died away, she moved under me, pressing her body even closer to mine, moving from side to side and back and forth. When the contractions of her orgasm began, I could feel the strong spasmodic gripping and relaxation on the base of my dick. I understood that this was her equivalent to my coming, with her contractions timed at about the same intervals as mine, first strong and then fading.

We were both still for a minute or two and, as I slowly became aware again of my surroundings, I realized we were too close to each other. My chest was pressed down on her breasts and I felt a warm wetness between us. I raised myself from her and looked down. Both her breasts were wet with milk, white against the rose color of her breasts. She opened her eyes and looked into mine.

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Siobhan interrupted my story for a moment. Her head was resting on my stomach, the tangle of her scarlet hair blocking my view from the mischief she was doing to me, just one little fingernail moving around on my scrotum.

“I don’t understand how her husband could go off and leave her with you. Did he think of you as a kid or as a man? Did she really say that Paul was OK with you fucking his wife?” 

“Yeah, she did. He certainly knew how curious I was about sex. When we worked out at the gym, sometimes we’d sit somewhere to cool off before we showered. One day, we started talking about sex. Gradually I relaxed with him and he told me more about sex than I’d ever learned before.

“Did he ever see you with a hard-on like this one?” she asked.

“Once. In the men’s locker area, there was a big shower room with about ten heads. Lots of times, we were the only ones showering. On one occasion, I was washing my cock and I started to get an erection. I looked at Paul and he was watching me and grinning. He started soaping his own cock and he got a hard-on too. I grinned back at him and stroked mine slowly until it was standing like always. We just stood looking at each other. When we heard a door open, Paul reached over, turned off the hot water to my shower, and then did the same to his. 

“He knew you were a typical horny kid, I guess. It’s just hard to believe he could leave his wife with you to care for her.”

“When he left, I remember what he said about his wife, that he was leaving me with the two things most precious to him in his life, that he trusted me as he trusted his wife, and that I should listen to her while he was gone, that I was to do whatever she said and it would be okay with him.”

“Finish your story,” she said and then took the head of my cock in her mouth again.

“Can you listen with your mouth full?” I asked.
 
I suppose “Uummph” qualified as an answer.

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In the shower with Lauren, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I’d never experienced the wonder of a woman’s body and I tried to touch her everywhere. Her breasts were still full and heavy and the nipples were soft and small at first. They became larger and harder as I touched them. I wanted to suck on them but I didn’t know if I dared. The cheeks of her ass fitted perfectly into my hands and I pulled her closer and curled my fingers around and under.

I had lost my erection with my second orgasm and had been ashamed to let her see my cock when I withdrew. But she had been eager and loving, holding it in her hand even though it was wet and slippery. In the shower with her, it was only half-hard at first. As I pulled her against me, her breasts against my chest, her stomach against mine, my cock nestled between her legs, I felt it begin to grow into another erection.

She put her hand behind my neck, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me for the first time. I closed my eyes and met her at first with my lips together, then her tongue pushed into my mouth, touching mine, and the kiss turned into an open-mouthed battle. We stood with the warm water pouring over us, her naked body pressed against mine, my hands cupping her ass, her hands cupping mine. Our open mouths and tongues were meeting, retreating, and then coming together again. I felt the red heat of sexual desire building again. My cock hardened and lifted between her legs and she opened them to hold it between her thighs. I used my fingertips to press it against her and at the same time moved my hips to slide it back and forth.

She stepped back out of the direct path of the shower and reached for the soap and a washcloth. She washed me, front, and back, under my arms, and finally my dick and balls. I leaned against the shower wall letting her soapy hands have their way with me. I watched as she soaped and stroked it, long after it was more than clean. It was then I learned for the first time the pleasure of rubbing my body, naked and soapy, against a woman’s body. Finally, she turned the shower on me and rinsed the suds away, even reaching back between my legs to make sure that area was clear of soap.
  
When we left the shower, she reached for a towel and handed it to me. She stood before me with her arms held away from her body and I knew what she wanted. I gently dried her off and as I touched her breast one single drop of milk emerged. I stood for a moment looking at it, wanting to take the nipple in my mouth, but not knowing whether I should or how she would react. She put her hand behind my neck, pulled my face down to her breast, and I sucked gently on the erect nipple and tasted the warm sweetness of her milk in my mouth. She held my head in place while I nursed at her breast, just as her child had done earlier. I would have been content to stay there forever but after a minute or so she pushed me away.

“I want you to stand still, without moving. I’m going to do something my husband says every man’s loves.”

I didn’t know what she meant and I stood puzzled while she folded the towel into a pad and put it on the floor in front of me. When she kneeled down, I realized what she was going to do.

She took my cock in her hand and squeezed it and stroked back toward the base, placing an exquisite tension on the sensitive skin and head. She brought it downward, to a ninety-degree angle, pointing directly at her face. With her other hand, she played with my balls, teasing gently with her fingernails in the area just behind them. Finally she leaned forward with open lips and took the head of my cock into her mouth. 

In the years since, I’ve thought about that moment over and over. I believe that’s when I realized a woman could completely accept my male sexuality and could match it with a hunger just as intense. Since then I’ve never felt shame or guilt in anything I do sexually. She’s the one she gave me the freedom to accept my sexuality and that of women and totally enjoy both.

At first she took only the head into her mouth. I could feel her lips gripping the shaft and her tongue moving against the sensitive area just under the head. She was careful with her teeth but occasionally I felt their hardness and experienced a touch of anxiety.

She sucked on the head, sliding it out of her mouth, while with one hand she pulled the skin on my shaft back toward my belly. With her other hand, she touched the inside of my legs and I spread them slightly. She reached between back to my buttocks and ran her hand over them and then the fingertips down the crack between them. Then back again to my ass, pulling forward just an inch or so and then releasing and I began to move the head of my cock in and out of her mouth.

With one hand she held my cock down, angled into her mouth. The other hand was all over the area she could reach. The combination of mouth and groping hand gradually brought me to a state of sexual unconsciousness in which I was that part of my body she was touching. All awareness of who I was, where I was, or the outside world faded away.

I felt the first faint buildup of another orgasm. Would she want me to come in her mouth? What would she do with it?  I put my hand on her head and tried to push her away, to signal to her that I was about to come.

Maybe she understood but she refused to stop. I gave up completely to what she was doing and surrendered to the pleasure of her mouth and hands on me. I felt the first almost-painful crest and release of tension and then the point of no return was reached and my body reacted by pouring out my semen. Through it all, she kept her mouth on my cock, swallowing, almost gagging, but evidently determined to see it through to the end. When the last contraction had faded away, she moved away from me and looked at the head of my cock. With her hand, she milked it downward, bringing out the last oozing drops and then she took it in her mouth again and swallowed.

I stood still through it all and watched in disbelief at the last of her performance. She stood up, smiled at me, and began to push me out of the bathroom.

“Go in the kitchen,” she said, “and fix us a glass of iced tea. You’ll find a pitcher in the refrigerator.”

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Siobhan interrupted my story again. I was propped against the head of the bed, my legs extended straight and together. She was sitting quietly astride me, leaning forward over me, my cock buried in the depths of her. Between us, I could see only the mixed tangle of her red pubic hair and my blond hair.

“I like to suck your cock, too,” she said. “It makes me all hot and wet in my cunt, just to know how much pleasure it gives you. Does it affect you that way, when you use your mouth and tongue on me?”

“Yeah, the taste and smell do something to my cock. I’ve always got a raging hard-on when I’m down there on you.”

“How many times did you come that afternoon?” she asked.

“Four times.”

“You’ve only told me about three. Finish your story.”

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I made large glasses of iced tea for both of us and stood, leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking, while I waited for her. I wondered what was next, if anything, on our agenda. I was unsure whether she would want any more from me or, if she did, whether I could give it. Somewhere deep inside myself, I knew I wanted to fuck her again. But I had never had three orgasms in the space of a few hours before. I didn’t know whether I could have a fourth. 

I heard water running and splashing in the bathroom and I wondered what she was doing. A few minutes, she joined me in the kitchen, still completely nude. I could not take my eyes off her. Her full breasts and rounded hips, all the curves and valleys, held me fascinated. She drank from her glass of tea and then stood still looking at me.

Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her eyes, looking up and down my body the same way I had looked at her. Her gaze settled on my dick, completely soft now, and my balls, relaxed and hanging lower too. We both stood, leaning against the kitchen cabinets, drinking the iced tea, and talking. After a while, she found cold ham in the refrigerator and a loaf of bread. We stood, slicing off bites, dipping them in mustard, and eating them with bread.

Finally she brought up the subject I had been thinking about. “Do you want to go to bed with me, to learn how to make love to a woman, to please her as well as yourself?” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered, “but I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what you expect from me.”

“The first time I touched you, a couple of hours ago, you came within a couple of minutes. The second time, about thirty minutes later, when you were inside me, you probably lasted three minutes. And the third time, you probably only took about four minutes. I didn’t time you. Those are only guesses.”

“Are you saying I’m too quick to come, that I should last longer?”

“No, at your age, as new as sex is to you, I don’t think you could have done anything different. The point I want to make is that you can learn to control what you do, to prolong it. When you do, you’ll understand that sex can be a long wonderful journey. When you arrive, when you come, it can be doubly pleasurable. Would you let me teach you?”

“Yes, but let me go to the bathroom first.”

“I’ll be waiting for you in bed. When you’re through, bring the bottle of baby oil from the shelf and two towels.”

In the bathroom, I lifted the toilet seat lid and tried to relieve myself quietly, aiming the stream against the side, not directly into the water. My bladder was distended from the long delay and from the iced tea. I shuddered in relief.

As I turned, I noticed a bar of soap near the sink. I picked it up and smelled it, recognizing it as one I had smelled on her before. On impulse, I turned on the hot water and scooped it up to pour it over my cock. I worked up lather in my hands, washed my cock and balls clean, and then rinsed and dried everything. 

I had never been in her bedroom before. When I walked in, she had drawn the drapes and had left only one dim light burning, on a chest directly opposite the bed.

She was on the bed, propped up on pillows, her legs together, and crossed. As I walked over to the foot of the bed, she spread her legs slowly, exposing herself to me. The word cunt popped up in my mind and I knew all the absurd images I had connected with the word didn’t compare with the reality of what I saw. As I watched, she bent her knees and spread them, letting me see clearly in the light shining down on her.

For years afterward, whenever my memory brought up an image of her, it’s the way she was then. Her eyes were fixed on my face. Her short hair was tousled on the pillow. Her breasts were still full, even lying down, but the nipples were soft and relaxed now, hardly protruding. Below her rib cage, her stomach was a shallow bowl. And then there was the part I knew my eyes would never tire of seeing. At the base of her stomach, a soft mound rose, covered with light brown hair, the hair curling downward between her legs. Her knees were bent upward, exposing to me the soft insides of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass. There in the center of it all was the eternal mystery of a woman. I wanted to touch her, to taste and see her, and ultimately to bury my cock inside her again. She reached down with one hand and spread the lips wider until I could see the moist, pink flesh. She held out her other hand toward me and I lay down beside her.

“I want you to use your sense of touch to become familiar with a woman’s body. Spread the towels out on the bed.”

As I did, she picked up the bottle of baby oil, handed it to me, and then lay down on her stomach. I needed no further instruction. I coated my hands with the oil and started with her shoulders, gently massaging her. Then I moved to her feet and gradually up her legs toward her ass. At first she kept her legs close together but, when I began to knead her ass and to run my fingertips down the crack, she spread her legs, giving me the opportunity to explore there.

After a few minutes, she turned over. I started again, at her shoulders and her breasts. Then down to her legs, back to her stomach, down to her thighs, gradually moving toward the center of her. Again she spread her legs, wider this time. I teased the small inner lips, watching them separate, almost as if of their own will, until her cunt was totally open to me. She caught my hand and held it still and I looked back to her face.

“Now just smell me. Then taste me,” she whispered. 

I was surprised at what she said. It was exactly what I wanted to do. I closed my eyes, leaned half across her, and burrowed my face in the curve of her shoulder and throat. The smell of her flesh and the soap she had used and the baby oil I had rubbed on her - all filled my nose. I opened my mouth to bring my lips and tongue into contact with her. Then, with eyes still closed, I moved downward toward her breasts. At first I just rubbed my face and lips against then, avoiding the nipples, teasing her, waiting for encouragement from her. Finally she put her hands behind my head and guided my mouth to the nipple. It was erect against my tongue. I played with it, gently sucking, trying to get a response from her. After a minute, her hands tightened their grip and she pulled me harder against her. I began to nurse at her breast again, just like her baby had done earlier, trying to pull the milk from her. When the sweet, warm milk began to spread over my tongue, I felt the first surge of a new erection beginning.

I moved my head downward, toward her stomach, my tongue tracing a trail from breast to navel. Underneath her skin, I could feel her stomach muscles tighten. I waited, wanting to explore further, hoping for her approval, but unsure. Then she put her hands against my head and pushed me gently downward.

I sat up suddenly and looked at her face, to be sure that she wanted what I wanted. Her smile was answer enough.

I changed my position, moving lower on the bed, directly between her legs. I put my hands under her knees and lifted and spread them until her legs were raised, open, inviting me to the mystery between them.

Lying flat on my stomach, I closed my eyes and moved closer to her. My cheek grazed against her thigh and I followed it downward, closer and closer to her. I felt the first tickling touch of the hair surrounding her cunt against my lips and nose. I inhaled deeply, trying to draw in the scent of her. I smelled the soap and baby oil but mixed with an aroma I had never smelled before. I explored the area between her thighs using only my nose and lips, keeping my hands on her legs, determined to give her the same pleasure she had given me earlier.

When I began to use my tongue, I encountered only the tangle of pubic hair and so I briefly opened my eyes to find my way. I traced down the small shaft toward the opening below. Where the inner lips of her cunt began to open out, I felt a small hard bump, almost a protrusion. I knew I had finally found her clitoris and I used my tongue to tease it. She responded by opening her legs wider and, with her hands on my head, pulling me against her. For a minute or two I let her hold me there.

I wanted the last of her, just as she had earlier completely surrendered her mouth to me and used it to accept the semen she sucked from me. I moved my mouth and tongue lower, seeking the opening into her. My nose was filled with the musky scent of her, my mouth and lips and tongue wet with the secretions from her. I tried to use my tongue to penetrate her. She was moving against my face now, unable to hold still. Finally, I began to lick her, from the lowest reaches between her thighs, over the wet opening into her, over the hard protrusion, back again and again. I was drowning in her. I continued, losing awareness of anything but the scent and taste and feel of her cunt. I stopped for a moment and, on my knees, rose up to look at her. She was spread before me like a feast. While she watched, I took my cock in one hand and held it, wanting to bury it in her. I waited for her instructions, determined to bring her to orgasm with my mouth and tongue, if that was what she wanted. 

Without a word, she pulled me further up the bed, beside her and pushed me down on my back. She straddled my legs, just looking down at me for a moment. Then taking my cock in her hand, she began what I can only describe as milking it. She squeezed at the base and stroked upward, toward the head, while her thumb pressed against the underside of the shaft. After a few strokes, I saw a drop of clear lubrication appear and she rubbed it over the head. When the head of my cock was coated and slippery to her touch, she moved upward over it. Her head was bent downward so she could watch what she was doing but her hair blocked my view. When she again took my cock in her hand, holding it into position, I knew what was about to happen.

She was wide open and wet so that the head of my cock slid into her quickly. She held herself just on the tip of it, moving around and around, in and out, head hanging, watching. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensations, unmoving, letting her have her way.

She continued for a few minutes, finding her own pleasure. I could hear her breathing become louder and more rapid. Then she changed her pattern, lowering her hips so that more of my cock slid into her. Gradually she took it in, now with slow, long, up and down movements. When she reached the base of the shaft she slowed. She seemed to be searching for something, her movements now jerky, not at all as rhythmical as before. I held back, determined to let her find her own way.

She threw her head back, face upward, and I looked at her and saw her eyes were closed. When I looked downward, I could hardly see where my cock was buried in her. Her pubic hair was entangled in mine. When she moved upward slightly, I could see the base of my cock as it disappeared into her, the lips of her cunt red and glistening with wetness, stretched wide to hold me. Then downward again, until I felt her pubic bone against mine. With one hand, she reached down between us, until her fingertips disappeared in our mingled pubic hair. I watched in fascination as she began to rub her clitoris using a slow circular motion. At last she found the combination that brought her to release. I felt the series of contractions begin, gripping the base of my cock, releasing, squeezing again, stronger, then gradually fading away. She rolled over and pulled me on top of her, my cock still inside her. When she opened her eyes, I saw tears there.

“Now fuck me,” she said.

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Siobhan put her fingers over my mouth and stopped my story. She’d been squirming for a few minutes, still sitting astride me with my dick buried in her steaming pussy.

“Damn, that is hot, Kieran. You remember where you are in the story. I’m going for a ride and then you can finish telling it.”

We both went for a ride. It was a short one and she finished first but I came in second behind her.

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Lauren’s cunt was dripping wet now, hotter than ever, gripping my cock with a pleasure I’d never known was possible. I began to slide it in and out, slowly at first. 

With her hands, she brought my head downward to hers, her open mouth against mine. Her tongue teased me and I pushed mine into her mouth, fucking her that way as I fucked her below. I shoved my cock into her cunt unmercifully, in to the hilt, out as far as possible without losing contact, and then in and out again, taking my pleasure with no thought for hers. I couldn’t stop and neither could I find the orgasm I wanted. Her legs were wrapped around me, pulling me against her even harder. I slammed against her, shoving it in, with no tenderness or care, fucking her with a savage desperation.

She began to come again, rigid, whimpering into my open mouth, wave after wave of contractions squeezing her cunt around my plunging cock. In some recess of my brain, I marveled at how she could come again so soon and that it could last so long.

Finally, something triggered my own orgasm and the first strong contractions began inside me and flowed downward and out of me. I shoved my cock to the depths of her one last time, wanting to bury myself entirely in her. We were both still, rigid, muscles locked, while my body poured out its semen in a series of long, drawn-out waves.

When I became conscious of my surroundings again, my head was buried in Lauren’s throat and shoulder with my nose in her hair. I could hear the baby playing in the other room, making noises to herself, rattling something in her crib. Lauren held me still against her, making no effort to push me away.

Finally she quietly said, “I want you to get dressed and go now. Don’t try to say anything. Remember your promise to me. When my husband comes back, we’ll talk to you and you’ll understand.”

I pushed back away from her, my cock still in her cunt, soft now but still swollen. I watched for one last time, as I pulled it reluctantly, slowly, out of her. It was covered with my own semen and her fluids, even the pubic hair around the base. Her cunt was open, the lips red now, the white froth of our fucking streaked over them. As I watched my cock leave her, one last wet string momentarily stretched from the head of my cock back into the depths of her. While I watched, the connection broke. White drops, either from my body or hers, oozed out of her, downward, into the crack of her ass. I watched, still fascinated, shuddering that I could still want more of her when I knew I was no longer capable of any sexual act. 

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Through the last of my story, Siobhan had been silent, lying quietly curled up beside me.

“Did you ever make love to her again?” she asked.

“You asked me to tell you how I lost my virginity. I’ve told you that?  Why would you want to know more?”

She laughed softly. “A good storyteller always gives the listener one last touch, to raise curiosity about what happened next.”

“Then I’ll tell you this. Before the summer was over, I found out why Lauren and Paul were both tanned all over. They invited me to spend some weekends at their cabin with them. It was totally isolated. Before the summer was over, I was as tanned as they were.”

“A good storyteller also pulls all the parts of his story together. I don’t understand why she, and especially her husband, wanted her to make love with you.”

“Her husband was infertile. They’d spent thousands trying to conceive the first time, before they decided to try artificial insemination. The whole process was very difficult for them. It was especially difficult accepting the fact that they could never know who the sperm donor was and how closely the donor’s genetic traits would match theirs. They were very happy with their little girl but they decided to do it their own way with their second child.”

“What do you mean?” my wife asked.

“They decided that the sperm donor would be someone they knew, who would inseminate Lauren in the old-fashioned way. I told you their boy looked exactly like his father. They even named him after me.”

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Sunday was a quiet calm day. A slow misty rain was falling and we decided to stay home and just play with the kids. We pushed the living room furniture back against the walls, spread some old quilts on the carpet, and had a picnic indoors. Afterwards, while Kerry napped, we tried to teach Kavan and Arial how to play Monopoly. I was amazed again at how well Arial could read for a first grader. Her mother had done a great job teaching her. Even after Kerry woke up, we wanted to keep playing but he couldn’t understand why we didn’t want him playing with all the little houses. We ended up in another wrestling match and Kavan and Arial held me down while Kerry tried to blow obscene noises on my stomach. He just succeeded in slobbering all over me.

We fed them in the kitchen and then read to them for a while until it was time for their bath. When they complained, we reminded them that they’d gone to bed without one Saturday night. We took them to the bathroom and stripped all three. Usually if we ran them through the tub, Siobhan or I would get naked too because we knew we’d be drenched before we got through. This time, we both stripped.

Kavan and Arial knew the nightly-bath routine. Kavan lifted the commode seat, peed, and put the seat back down for Arial. She crawled on the throne and tinkled. When she got off, she lifted the seat again and waited for Kerry. If he’d learned the routine, he’d forgotten it; he was playing with his penis. Arial finally coaxed him into trying and she tried again to show him how. His legs were just long enough standing on the little bench I’d made for him. He finally started peeing and then forgot to watch and started peeing on the floor on one side. Arial yelled at him and he half-turned and started laughing and peeing in her direction. He ran dry before he sprayed all of us.

After order was restored to chaos, I cleaned up the floor and Arial started begging me and Siobhan to shower with them.

“Princess, we can’t all get in the shower at the same time,” I explained, “It’s too small. It’ll hold two grown-ups or one grown-up and two kids, maybe three. It won’t hold all five of us.”

“Let’s get in the tub then,” she said and Siobhan laughed.

“Arial, we can’t all get in the tub either,” she said. “We can hardly get all three of you kids in it at once anymore. Even your father and I can’t get in there together very well.”

“Well, one of you could get in the tub with Kerry and then me and Kavan could get in the shower with the other,” Arial said. She looked up at both of us and smiled at her solution. 
 
We did what she suggested. Siobhan bathed with Kerry while I showered with Kavan and Arial. By the time we got them bathed, teeth brushed, pajamas on and read to, Siobhan and I were both just about exhausted. When they were finally tucked in and kissed good night, I went in the kitchen and opened myself a reward, a cold beer. A few minutes later, Siobhan got herself a glass of wine and joined me.

“Honey, we’ve talked about it long enough. We’re going to have to get ourselves a bigger house,” I said.

She signed and nodded. “I guess so. We’ve got a good down payment saved. I’ll do a cash flow analysis for us and see how much of a monthly mortgage payment we could afford. I just hope we can find one where the kids will be close to a good school. Let’s start thinking about what we want in a new house. You make me a list of what you want and I’ll do my list.”

“A swimming pool,” I said. “A Jacuzzi.”

“If it pushes the mortgage payment too high, you can’t have either one,” she answered.

“Yes, I know, you’re the financial analyst. But I’ve got three kids I’d love to play with in a pool, all of us naked. It sure would be nice.”

“You’ve got four kids, Kieran,” she said. “Maybe it’s three kids and a teen-age son. How old would he be now?”

I hadn’t really thought about him that much over the years, except once in a while when some weird thing reminded me of what I’d done for Lauren and Paul. I’d only seen him once when he was a baby and Paul and I’d agreed then that it was best if they didn’t keep in touch with me. I did a quick mental computation.

“Damn, you’re right. He’d be seventeen, the same age I was when he was born. I’m twice as old as he is now.”

“Do you ever think about him and wonder what his life is like, what he’s like?”

“Occasionally. I don’t worry about him. I knew Paul and Lauren pretty well. I’m sure they’re good parents to him. Hell, they really are his parents, not me. Paul’s his dad, not me.”

“I wonder what he looks like,” she said.

“Well, I only saw him once when he was about two years old. You already know what he looked like then.”

Siobhan looked at me, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Last time I saw him, he looked exactly like Kerry does now. Look at Kerry and you’re looking at him when he was two.”


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