
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Thirty-Four

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, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 16; Arial Stuart, 14 (and ½); Kerry Stuart, 11 (almost 12)

Kathryn Jenssen, 17

Lauren Andersen, 51; Stuart Andersen, 28; Joanne Andersen,25; Paul Andersen, 3

Luke Bridges, 25, Rachael Bridges, 26, Adrianna Bridges, 3

TELLING THE STORY:
Luke Bridges

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(LUKE)

It was a week I’ll never forget. I can’t tell the other’s stories; I can tell only mine.

Saturday night with Arial was a dream come true. I knew she loved me, maybe like an older brother, but I had no idea she loved me like a woman loves a man. I knew Rachael loved Kerry too, the beautiful child and then boy we’d both come to know. I had heard her more than once wish for one of her own like him. When Kieran said Kerry was going to keep Rachael company, I knew part of her dream would come true too. When Rachael looked at me and smiled and then got a bigger smile from me in return, she knew I approved. 

That’s the story I want to tell - the story of the rest of our week with Arial and Kerry.

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Sunday evening was a living erotic fantasy, thanks to Kavan and Kathryn. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen afterward but I did what Rachael requested. I told Stuart the upstairs bedroom was reserved for us. He thought I meant me and Rachael; he couldn’t believe it was reserved for four of us, including him and Joanne. That was the beginning of another story, one that will be told only briefly here.

While we were driving to the cabin, Rachael told me about the sleeping arrangements she and Lauren and Siobhan had made for us on Sunday night. I couldn’t believe her. I asked her what the hell we were going to do. She did the same thing she always does when she wants me to agree to something she’s planned. She lowered her eyes and gave me a smile and said, “There’s no script, Luke, we’re just going to get to know them.” Yeah, just how well would we get to know them?

I still had a hard-on when we went upstairs and so did Stuart. I didn’t know where I was going to put it but I knew I wasn’t going to wait to do something with it. After watching Kavan and Kathryn posing and then fucking, I was as horny as I’ve ever been. Watching Joanne suck Stuart’s dick while Rachael sucked mine just made me even hotter. So I just did what I wanted to do.

I backed Rachael up to the bed, pushed her down on her back, and crawled on board. A few seconds later, I became aware that Stuart had done the same thing with Joanne. I looked over at him and Joanne.

“Stuart,” I said, “I don’t know what you and Joanne are going to do but I’m going to be busy with the one person I love most in the world. I’ll talk to you later.”

“That’s what I had in mind too, Luke,” he answered. “Don’t be in any hurry.”

Afterwards we did talk and we did get to know them. Joanne asked if we could get together another night and Rachael nodded yes before I could. It was well past midnight when the four of us stopped talking and finally decided to go to sleep. 

During the week, Rachael and I talked with Stuart and Joanne again and again. I began to understand why Siobhan and Lauren wanted us to get to know each other. We really did have a lot in common and they were both interesting and intelligent people. Seeing our little Adrianna playing with their little Paul kept all four of us in smiles. It just made me wish even more that we could move back closer to the Stuarts and to them.

We shared more than just talk however. I don’t know who started it but we got into fooling around one afternoon when our children were napping and I ended up switching with Stuart while we tried to satisfy two women with our tongues and fingers. We finally succeeded with both and then later they swapped and gave us both a blowjob to remember.

Another night, Rachael and I knocked on their bedroom door to pass on some good news. I told them Kieran had asked me if I’d consider relocating if he offered me a job at Anderson Security. I’d jumped at the offer and he said he’d call me with specifics during the week after our vacation. I think Stuart and Joanne were almost as happy with the prospect as we were. We ended up in a Stuart-style group hug.

 We sat around for hours, with lots of talking, acting silly, and playing around with each other. Joanne and Rachael wanted to see which of us was the better kisser, Stuart or me. After that, they wanted to see which of us could give them the best massage. When they said they wanted to see which was better at making love, I protested. I said I wanted quality, not quantity, so they’d have to settle for only one effort from me. I filled in for Stuart while he did the same for me and our wives finally decided to call our efforts a draw. I ended up curled up to Joanne’s butt for half the night until I got up to go pee. Stuart was behind her when I came back from the bathroom so I spooned up to my own wife for the rest of the night.

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My story of our week with Arial and Kerry began on Monday morning, after our Sunday night with Stuart and Joanne. We were all awakened when the wind blew the door to the balcony closed. I knew it was time for us to start being parents again. Stuart and I prepared breakfast for the four of us while Rachael and Joanne fed Adrianna and Paul. When we were through eating, Lauren and Siobhan volunteered to take the little ones for a walk. Rachael and Joanne said they’d clean up our breakfast dishes. Stuart volunteered to straighten up the bedroom we’d used. I had nothing to do so I decided to go for a walk down the hill toward the creek.

I found Arial and Kerry sitting at the picnic table under the big sycamore tree part way down the hill. Arial gave me a warm smile when she saw me coming and Kerry turned and gave me another. I saw a camera on the table between them, the same one I’d seen her and Kieran using yesterday.

“Kavan and Kathryn’s show was really beautiful,” I said. “Whose idea was that?”

“Kathryn thought it up,” Arial answered. “We all worked on it so we could put it on for everybody.

“You did a great job with the introduction, Kerry. And I saw you working the lights, Arial. I think I saw you looking at musical scores. Can you read music?”

“Yeah,” Kerry answered for her, “she’s the only one of us who can do that well enough to put the lighting cues on the score. She and I helped Kavan and Kathryn rehearse.”

“How many times did they rehearse it?” 

“Just once actually doing it,” Kerry answered. “We did two with them just faking it and then one like they did it last night.”

“I’ll bet that got you hot and bothered; didn’t it, Kerry?”

Kerry may have been answering for Arial but she and I were communicating with each other with her eyes. She had an enigmatic smile on her face but it was easy to see she wasn’t angry with me for spending Sunday night with someone else.

‘Yeah, I jacked off while they were doing it. Arial couldn’t do anything ‘cause she had to work the lights.”

I finally got around to bringing up the topic foremost on my mind. “Arial, I didn’t know your Mom and Lauren and Rachael had arranged for us to share the loft bedroom with Stuart and Joanne after the show, did you?”

“No,” she answered, “but Kerry and I were in the bedroom near the stairs with Kavan and Kathryn. We were watching to see who ended up where.”

“Are you and Kerry still going to share the loft bedroom with me and Rachael tonight,” I asked, and then I asked the real question I’d been wanting to ask her. “Did I hurt you Saturday night?”

Arial gave me a bigger smile and, from the warm look in her eyes, I knew everything would be OK. “You didn’t hurt me, Luke. You said you never would and you didn’t. I was sore enough so I was glad to let it rest yesterday. But I’m fine this morning. Kerry and I’ll see you and Rachael tonight.”

I hoped my feelings of relief and anticipation didn’t show too much.

“Whose camera is that?” I asked.

“It’s mine,” Arial said. “Dad bought it for me because I wanted to learn about photography.”

I picked it up and looked at it. It was a top of the line digital camera with great image quality and huge picture capacity. It was one I’d looked at and wanted but decided I couldn’t afford.

“This thing costs a mint, Arial. Kieran bought it for you to learn?”

“It’s not just mine. Dad wants to use it too. He said anybody else in the family can use it if they want to. He told me to do the learning and become the expert so I could help him. That’s why he bought one of the best.” 

“Have you learned to use it yet?” I asked. “Could you take some of Adrianna so I could put them on my computer at work? Maybe make a screensaver with them?”

“Yeah, that’s easy. But you’re family; why don’t you borrow it and take them yourself? I’ll show you how.”

“I’d love to have pictures of some of the scenes around here too. Like the cabin and the play area down at the creek. Have you learned to take good pictures of people?”

“I’ve taken a few of Mom and Dad and lots of Kavan and Kathryn and Kerry. And Kerry’s taken some of me. They’re on the computer at home. Some are close-ups and Mom says I’d better not let anybody else see them.”

“Why not?”

“Some are of Kerry with a hard-on. Mom says somebody else would say they’re child pornography. I think they’re beautiful.”

“Lots of people aren’t as comfortable with nudity and sex as your family is, Arial,” I said.

“That’s their problem, Luke. I’ve seen Kerry’s dick as long as I can remember. I’ve seen it hard more times than I could ever count. He’s beautiful to me and so’s his dick. I don’t care what anybody else thinks.”

“What are you two doing today?” I asked.

“We wanted to take a walk to the old house again,” Kerry answered. “Arial wants to take some pictures of it. But Dad says we shouldn’t go by ourselves. He says people sometimes come up the road even if it’s posted and got a locked gate. ”

“He’s probably right. I’ll bet it’d be OK if some of the rest of us go with you. I’d like to go and I think Rachael would too. Have you asked Stuart or Kavan?”

“Kavan and Kathryn are going to the grocery store in that little town we passed through,” Arial said. “Mom wants a few things and they volunteered to go. They asked us to go but we told them we’re trying to set a new record for how long we go naked.”

“If you want me to, I’ll ask Kieran if it’s OK for you to go to the old house if Rachael and I go with you. I’ll ask Stuart and Joanne if they want to go with us too.”

I got two big smiles and two nods and that was answer enough. Kieran said it was OK and that he’d help with Adrianna and Paul when they got back from the walk. Joanne said she and Stuart wanted to ride into town with Kavan and Kathryn. Rachael said she’d love to go for a walk with us. We changed from sandals into sneakers and were off within a few minutes.

Kerry and Arial were walking ahead of us, holding hands while Kerry carried the camera. I hoped Rachael was enjoying the view as much as I was. We came to a small clearing where Brown-Eyed Susans grew along side the road. Kerry picked some and put them in Arial’s hair. Rachael and I watched while she did the same to him. When they brought flowers to us, we didn’t protest. Arial had a hard time getting any to stay in my short hair. 

The dirt road was overhung with big trees like hickory and oak in some places. The cicadas in the oak trees were already singing their hearts out. Even early in the day, I could feel sweat trickling down my back. When the sun penetrated through the leaves, Arial’s long hair looked like gold. Kerry’s hair was longer than I’d ever seen it and it looked like it hadn’t been combed in days. It was beautiful too. Kerry’s beautiful butt had always been sort of a family joke but it really was beautiful. Arial’s was too, more than beautiful maybe, if that’s possible. I wondered if they’d let me take a picture of them so they could see the way they looked from behind. And of course, I’d like to have a copy of it.

How could the slightly-pudgy seven-year-old girl grow up to be a woman of such rare beauty? I’d loved her since the first night when I’d help put her to bed and she’d kissed me and run her fingers through my hair. “I hope you come stay with us, Luke.” I don’t think I could ever forget the words she’d said. I’d stayed in the house for a year and she’d stayed in my heart ever since.

Still I knew that Rachael was the one woman I needed and wanted. Arial was a girl, just beginning to learn what love and sex were about. She’d given me a precious gift Saturday night. But Rachael was a woman with a woman’s mind and body and experience. She was the mother of my daughter and would be the mother of my next child. My life was joined to hers and I knew I didn’t want it any other way.

I stopped for a second, looking at them. I guess Rachael knew what I was admiring. She took my hand too and gave it a squeeze. We were almost to the old house when she stopped me and whispered in my ear. 

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes, I know you want to. And so do I.”

We caught up to Kerry and Arial. Rachael took Kerry’s hand and I took Arial’s. We walked on a little further, four of us hand in hand. Suddenly I felt Arial almost stop; I looked and Rachael had done what she’d told me. She’d stopped but kept hold of Kerry’s hand. He’d turned loose of Arial’s hand and they were a few feet behind us.

While Arial and I watched, Rachael did what she told me she wanted to do; she kissed Kerry. It wasn’t the kind of kiss one friend gives to another. It was the kind of kiss a woman gives to her lover. Arial turned and looked up at me. I pulled her against me and gave her the same sort of kiss. The salt-sweat taste of her lips and the feel of her nipples against my chest brought about a quick response in my groin. 

When we finally broke for air, I gave her a smile and we started walking again, Arial and I hand in hand. I’d stopped kissing her just in time. Any longer and I’ve been carrying a hard-on down the road. I looked back and saw Rachael and Kerry walking hand in hand behind us. He was as close to hard as I was. The flower he’d put in Rachael’s pubic hair was a nice touch.

Rachael and I had never seen the old house. It was an old farmhouse with weathered board and batten sides and a metal roof. The roof looked almost new. I asked Kerry about it and he said his dad and uncle and aunt had replaced the old roof before he was born with one that was supposed to be good for fifty years. Most of the windows were still good except for a couple that had been covered with plywood. The front porch looked unsafe but that was the only bad part of the house.

Arial took lots of pictures of the house and the barn, without any of us being in the pictures. She said she wanted to remember the place without people in it because it was so beautiful by itself. We explored the old barn and what looked inside like a workshop. Kerry found a bent pitchfork hanging on the wall. When he showed it to us, Arial decided she wanted to take a picture of us. 

“Luke, would you let me take a picture of you and Rachael?” she asked.

“You know you can. Why do you think you need to ask?”

“Because I want a picture of both of you naked. I won’t let anybody outside the family see it, I promise.”

“Would you let me take a picture of you and Kerry the same way?”

She nodded. I looked at Rachael and she nodded. When she asked Kerry to bring the pitchfork, I thought I knew what she had in mind.

Arial positioned us in front of the old house, standing side by side. I had the pitchfork in my left hand, holding it upward between us. I wondered if the models for American Gothic had felt the same way when Grant Wood painted them. The big difference was that he had his pants on - make that overalls - and she had on a dress with an apron. And I don’t suppose the farmer had sweat running down his chest and stomach in the painting – and a warm and distended dick right out in front of him. Arial took maybe a dozen different shots from different angles.

When it came my turn, I handed Kerry the pitchfork and got them in the same pose Rachael and I had held. I tried to frame them carefully in each shot I took. I knew I wanted one more picture.

“Would you let me pose you for one more?” I asked. “I want one taken from behind, the way you looked walking along the road.”

Arial said OK but Kerry protested.

“I don’t want anybody to see a picture of me like that,” he said. “I haven’t had a hair-cut all summer and it’s as long as a girl’s. I don’t want anybody thinking I’m a girl.”

“Kerry,” Rachael said, “there’s no way anybody would think that. Your shoulders are broader than Arial’s and her waist is narrower. Her butt’s definitely like a woman’s and yours is like a boy’s. You two could pass for twins but nobody would think you’re the same sex. If you don’t like it when you see it, we’ll erase it.”

He agreed and I looked around for a place to position them. Rachael found a spot with trees as a background and more late-summer flowers as a foreground. I positioned them with their backs to me, holding hands, each looking over their shoulder at the other, their faces in profile. The sun was shining on their hair, turning it into gold. I could see a sheen of sweat on Kerry’s back but Arial’s was still smooth and cool looking. Anyone seeing the picture would probably see the same thing I did, one beautiful boy’s butt and one exquisite girl’s fanny. It was a perfect picture. I got a half-dozen or more from various positions.

“OK, what next?” I asked.

“Let’s go in the house,” Arial said. “There’s one more thing I want to do before we go back.”

On the back porch, Kerry pulled on a nail sticking out of a short board. The nail came out in his hand and the board dropped down on one end. Inside the wall there was a red tobacco tin. He took it out, opened it, and shook the key out in his hand.

“We keep the doors padlocked but it doesn’t really matter,” he said. “If anybody wanted to, they could get in the windows with no trouble. But if they looked in the windows, they’d see there’s nothing inside. So far, nobody’s busted in.” 

The interior of the house was still cool. I knew the August sun would probably raise the temperature in the closed house to a very uncomfortable range before the day was done. I imagined that if we’d lived in the house, we’d be in a swing on the front porch in late afternoon.

We wandered through the rooms looking at the way the house was built. Somebody had put some loving work into the place. With a little furniture, the place would still be livable except that Kerry said the well was no good. In one room there was a large wooden box against one wall. I lifted the lid on it and wondered what it was.

“It’s where they stored meat,” Kerry said. “Dad says they salted down some of the meat from pigs they raised and then stored it in there.”

I looked up and saw Arial and Rachael whispering to each other. From the look they gave me, I knew they were up to something. They walked over to the box and sat down.

Arial crooked her finger and beckoned to me. Rachael did the same to Kerry. I wasn’t sure what they wanted but their faces told me I’d like it. Kerry and I stood in front of Rachael and Arial. Arial looked up at me, gave me an impish smile, and put her hand on my dick. I guessed what she had in mind.

“Arial, you don’t have to do that here. I asked your Dad if we could have the big bedroom at the cabin tonight. He said nobody else had asked for it and we were welcome to use it.”

She looked up at me and smiled again. Maybe Kerry could manipulate people with his grin but Arial could melt any male’s heart with her smile - just a little upturn at each corner of her mouth.

“Did you tell him you’d invited Kerry and me to spend the night with you and Rachael?”

“Yes, he just told me to be good to his princess.”

“I’ll make sure you’re good to me tonight, Luke. But I want to do something here because it’s for the house. The old place is just so lonely and I want it to have happy memories of us.”

She returned her attention to my dick. She slid my foreskin back and just sat there looking at it, holding it. I did that every time I pissed and never caused a reaction. She did it and just knowing it was her hand and her eyes looking at it was enough. Within a minute or so, it was fully erect.

“Luke,” Kerry said.

I looked over at him and Joanne. They were watching me and Arial. I don’t know what Rachael had done, if anything, but he had a hard-on too. He was no little kid anymore; he already had a dick some men would envy.

“What?” I said.

“Can you two wait on us for a few minutes? I want Rachael to do something else with me first.”

“What?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I couldn’t think of anything else he could want.

“I want her to kiss me again, like she did back on the road. I think she curled my toes up. Every time I think I’ve learned most everything about sex, somebody shows me something new.”

I didn’t mind waiting. Rachael stood up, put her hands on each of Kerry’s cheeks, and brought their mouths together. Kerry’s hands found her waist, evidently decided they liked something else better, and moved down to her rear. I watched as their eyes closed and they seemed to melt into each other.

I turned to Arial and she was waiting. I did to Arial the same thing Rachael was doing to Kerry - cupped her cheeks with my hands, lowered my mouth to hers, and closed my eyes. Then I put one hand behind her back and the other on one of her breasts. It was just a small handful with a hard button of a nipple in the middle of my palm. Her hands curled around my butt and pulled me against her. Always something new, I realized, no matter how much I’d kissed her Saturday night. I let everything else fade away as our tongues played with each other.

I felt her hand reaching between our bodies. My dick had been pressed upward at an angle against her belly. She bent it down and wrapped her hand around it. She started stroking it, slowly and gently, in no hurry at all to get anywhere. I was in no hurry either. Kissing her, my hand on her breast, hers on my dick - it was almost all I could have ever wanted.

“Boy, you sure know how to kiss!” I heard it but didn’t understand. Boy? I looked over at Kerry and Rachael. He’d said it and I realized he was talking to Rachael. She sat down on the box, took his dick in her hand, and leaned forward. Arial was watching. She saw what Rachael was about to do. She sat down too.

“Luke, put your hands on my shoulders and keep them there. Close your eyes and don’t say anything.”

“You too, Kerry,” I heard Rachael say.

What could she know about sucking a man’s cock, I wondered? Kieran and Siobhan might have been totally honest with their kids about sex. She’d seen Rachael sucking me but that had been years ago. And she’d been a virgin last Saturday night and she didn’t know how to enjoy her first time. How could she know how to give a man a blowjob?

I did as she said and let her have her way with me. She was surprisingly slow and gentle, just sliding her hand up and down on the shaft of my dick. I wondered when she was going to use her mouth but she kept me waiting.

Perhaps she’d learned something from her experience Saturday night. She waited until I wanted it so bad I was about to ask her to do it. Before I could open my mouth to speak, she opened hers and took the head of my cock in. The feeling was unbelievably erotic: her lips sliding up and down over the rim, her tongue teasing underneath. I surrendered to it.

She built up everything slowly and patiently. Her hand gradually increased its speed. She started sucking as she slid her lips up and off the head. I felt the first faint twinges inside telling me I was going to come. 

She kept at me until my fingers were biting into her shoulders. Her hand was still then, just holding the skin on my dick pulled back as far as possible. Her other hand was holding my balls, pulling them down so tightly it was almost painful. Her mouth was all that was moving, sucking, moving, sucking, until it was finally more than I could stand. She surprised me again. When I erupted, she kept her mouth on my dick and swallowed each spurt until I was finished. 

Now I had to keep my hands on her shoulders. My knees felt like rubber. She looked up at me and gave me another of those little smiles, not a big toothy grin like Kerry, just a little upturn at each corner of her mouth. 

She held my dick in one hand and my balls in the other, waiting for me to calm down. When I finally gave a big sigh, she looked back down at my dick and milked it down a couple of times. She squeezed the last little bit out, licked it off, and stood up with her eyes closed and her mouth waiting to be kissed. I couldn’t refuse the offer. I bent down, licked the sweat from between her breasts, and then found her lips with mine.

When we finally broke for air, I looked over at Kerry and Rachael. He was standing at the end of the box beside her and they were both watching us. Kerry’s dick was swollen but pendant and I guessed he’d been quicker on the trigger than I was.

“Boy, you two put on quite a show,” Kerry said. “Did Arial do it OK?”

“More than OK, Kerry,” I said.

“We’ve been trying to learn,” he said. “Mom told Arial how to give a man a good blowjob and Dad told me how to go down on a woman. We’ve been practicing on each other.”

I knew how Kieran and Siobhan were with the kids about sex but I guess I’d always be amazed that they were all so open and honest about it. Damn, just thinking of Arial practicing on Kerry, his dick in her mouth, was enough to make my dick think of waking up again.

“Tonight, would you like to show Rachael what you’ve learned?” I asked. “Maybe Arial would let me show her what I learned when I came to stay with her family.”

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We were back from the old house just long enough to eat a sandwich for lunch when Kavan and the others came back. They’d found a roadside stand near the country town and had bought lots of vegetables. Kerry and I helped carry them to the kitchen.

They had two big bags of fresh corn, two baskets of tomatoes, a basket of black-eyed peas, one of yellow squash, another of cucumbers, one of green beans, and one I wouldn’t have cared if they hadn’t bought, a basket of okra. I cut the seedless watermelon in half and put the parts in the refrigerator to chill for supper. Siobhan and Lauren were delighted to see the cornucopia and promised us a supper we’d remember. 

We had squash casserole, black-eyed peas and green beans both cooked with a ham-bone, corn on the cob, cucumber and tomato salad, sliced tomatoes, fried okra, cornbread and, of course, iced tea. Siobhan and Lauren were right. It was a meal to remember. I even tried the fried okra and decided it wasn’t so bad after all. We had to wait a while to find stomach room for the watermelon. Seedless was great but I missed the fun of having a seed-spitting contest.

Stuart was the one who really loved the dinner. He said he was ready to become a Southerner after the fried chicken dinner he had on Friday night but the dinner tonight just confirmed it. I couldn’t believe he’d never had cornbread before. Adrianna and Paul loved the fresh corn on the cob. They both had butter and little nibs of corn all over their stomachs before they got through. Then when they got watermelon slices to eat, they ended up with red juice running down their bellies and legs.

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After dinner, Rachael and I joined with Stuart and Joanne in playing with our kids. We spread some foam mats in the center of the big room so we could all get down on the floor with them. Adrianna loved wrestling and rolling around with me and Paul seemed to like doing it just as much as she did. When Adrianna asked for horsey, I got on my hands and knees and Rachael put her on my back. Stuart joined me and Joanne put Paul on his back. We had a good race around on our small racetrack and both kids fell off laughing. I knew I probably looked ridiculous crawling around naked but, when I looked at Stuart, I decided I couldn’t look any worse than he did. We kept at it until Stuart and I were covered with sweat.

We took the kids down in the basement for a shower before putting them to bed. Arial and Kerry asked if they could join us; they wanted to bathe Adrianna and Paul. I certainly had no objection. It brought back memories of the many times I’d helped bathe Arial and Kerry during the year I’d lived with them. I guess nothing would have given me more pleasure than to bathe her again but she was having too much fun with the kids. 

When we went back upstairs, Stuart told me and Rachael to go ahead and take Arial and Kerry up to the loft bedroom. He said he and Joanne would read to Adrianna and Paul and stay with them until they fell asleep. I wondered who had told him of our plans to be together. Maybe they figured it out from the way Rachael and I had been with Arial and Kerry after coming back from our walk to the old house.

In the loft bedroom, Rachael and Arial crawled in from the foot and lay down on each side of the king-size bed. I turned off the overhead light and then switched on one of the bedside lamps. There was just enough light to see by. I started to get in with Rachael but she pushed me off and made me go around to the other side with Arial. Kerry didn’t need an invitation; he got in the bed beside Rachael. I curled up against Arial, buried my face in her hair, and reached around to her breast. I didn’t know what we were going to do but I was in no hurry.

“Rachael, can I ask you a question?” Kerry’s voice was muffled and I guessed his face was buried in Rachael’s hair, as mine was in Arial’s.

“Sure, Squirt,” she answered, “what is it?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about the way you treat me and trying to understand something. Why do you do stuff like you did at the old house this morning? What do you get out of it?”

“Oh, come on, Kerry,” Arial piped up, “when she sucks you off, she gets a few squirts from a Squirt.”

“Shut up, Arial,” Kerry said. “That’s not what I’m talking about. I want to know what sort of fun Rachael gets out of it. I sure as hell enjoy it but I don’t see why she does.”

“I enjoy it, Kerry,” Rachael said. “I do it with Luke because I love him and I want to make sex with me as much fun as possible. I guess I did it for you for the same reason. Besides, you’re just learning about sex and I like helping to teach you.”

“Well, I guess that’s OK,” Kerry said, “but I want you to enjoy it too. The way Mom and Dad taught me, I think it’s supposed to be just as much fun for a woman as it is for a man. And, anyway, I like it when I get my mouth on a pussy. I don’t think my dick could ever get any harder than it is then.”

“Kerry,” I said, “you may just be learning about sex but you’ve already learned the most important lesson of all. If you just keep that in mind, you’re going to make some high-school girls happy these next few years.”

“Damn, I hope so. I’m going to do my best.”

“It’s hot up here tonight,” Rachael said. “I’m starting to sweat and I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“It’s Luke’s fault,” Kerry teased. “He’s been up here for the last two nights. He probably got Arial too hot Saturday night and then overheated Joanne last night.”

“Kerry,” I said, “you may not believe this but the only woman I made love with last night was Rachael. Stuart was the one who warmed up Joanne. We did more talking than anything else last night.”

“Well, Rachael’s right about it being hot,” Kerry said. “I’m already sticking to her butt.”

I’d had enough. It was a little warm and uncomfortable in the loft bedroom. I got up and opened the glass door leading out to the little balcony and then slid the screen in place. I went over to the light switches and turned on the overhead fan. I went into the little bath and got a couple of washcloths and wet them in cold water. I went back in the bedroom and handed one to Kerry.

“What do I do with this?” he asked.

“Same thing I’m going to do.” I said. I started by gently wiping Arial’s face with the cloth. I knew the fan would quickly dry up the moisture and cool her off. Kerry watched and did the same thing to Rachael. I moved down to Arial’s breasts and wiped over them and watched as her little nipples stood up. After that, I moved my hand down to her stomach and next down between her legs. Finally I moved down her legs in turn and took care of her feet. She had beautiful little toes with bright red nails.

It was a crazy thing to do but I was what I wanted to do. I leaned over, lifted up one of her feet, and took her big toe in my mouth. I looked over at Kerry and saw the usual big grin on his face. Maybe he didn’t think it was so crazy. He did the same thing to Rachael. I didn’t hear any objection when I sucked on each toe on that foot in turn. I watched Kerry still following my example. When I did the same thing to Arial’s other foot, he did it to Rachael. When I stopped Kerry did too but he had to do me one better. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and said, “Ahhh, that was good.”

I decided Kerry was on his own for a while and I was going to do what I wanted to with Arial. I crawled back up the bed, half on top of her, found her mouth with mine, and shut my eyes. After that, my hand found her breast, her arms wrapped around me, and I began to forget all about Kerry and Rachael. When I moved my hand down to her mound, she parted her legs and let my finger tease open her lips. She was still hot inside, steaming hot.

My mouth left hers and moved down to her breasts for a few minutes, then down further to where I wanted so much for it to be. She brought her legs up and spread them wide to give me access. I put my hands behind her knees and lifted her higher to my mouth. I ended up on my knees, bent over, holding Arial up so I could get my mouth to her pussy.

I heard giggling and looked over to my side. Kerry was trying to do the same thing to Rachael. She was squirming and he kept dropping her.

“Shit, be still, Rachael,” he said. He gave up trying to lift her and stretched out flat on his stomach with her face between her thighs. I thought that was a good way to go at it so I followed his example this time.

I started with just my tongue at first and, when I had everything wet and juicy, I slipped one finger in her little pussy. A minute or so later, I had two fingers in her. I tried to be as gentle and slow as possible. Her pussy was still tight on my fingers and it tasted fresh and musky to my tongue. When she put her hands on my head, I guessed she might be close. I stopped licking and started sucking on the juncture of her labia. Wherever her clit was, I knew I was going to do my best to suck it out or off. When I felt her spasms on my fingers I knew I’d succeeded.

I pushed up above her with my arms and watched her face while the contractions in her pussy gradually subsided. Her usual smile was gone, replaced by the grimace or frown of orgasm, but she was still beautiful. I watched while her features gradually relaxed, her eyes opened, and her smile returned. She puckered her lips and blew me a little kiss.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement and looked over at Rachael and Kerry. He was on top of her and she had her arms around his chest and her ankles locked around his ass. He had his cheek next to hers and I heard them whispering back and forth. He was still, unmoving, and I didn’t know whether he was just beginning or had just finished. I wanted to be with Arial the same way but I was in no hurry.

I slid forward a little, kissed her just briefly on the lips, and then trailed kisses back down over her breasts, down her stomach, and back down to her pussy. Her little lips there were spread and were wet and glistening. The silken hair on her mound was trimmed neat and everything below was shaved clean. Even though I’d just feasted on her, I wanted her the same way again.

I lifted her legs onto my back and then sought out her pussy with my lips and tongue. I was as gentle and slow as I could be, just licking the little lips from the bottom to the top again and again, savoring the musky sweetness of her. Finally I opened my mouth as wide as I could and fastened it on her, with my tongue stabbing into her as deeply as I could. She was hot, so damn hot, and so was I. I wanted her.

I moved up and over her and she held her arms wide to receive me. I lay on top of her, my dick pressed against her stomach, my face directly over hers, and my eyes locked on hers.

“Please, Luke,” she whispered, “do it. I want you inside me.”

“Arial,” I started but then stopped. What could I say? Could I say I love you? I loved my wife but I knew I loved Arial too. My mind was a tangled web of emotions and I couldn’t sort out what I felt and turn it into the right words. “Arial,” I tried again, “I do love you but…” I didn’t know how to finish without saying something that might hurt her.

“Ssshh, Luke,” she whispered. “I know. We can love each other but we can’t keep making love with each other. I love Rachael too and I want her to have you.”

I could only nod my head. It was what I was struggling to say to her.

“After this week, we…” I still couldn’t find the words.

“Yes, I know,” she said. “But for now lift up.”

I felt her hand reach down between us and take hold of my cock. I moved back a little, she positioned the head between her thighs, and I felt the hot wetness of her. I pushed gently, slid into her a little, pushed again, slid in more, and again and again until my cock was inside her and I felt my balls resting on her soft ass cheeks. I didn’t ever want to move or take it out. At the same time, I wanted to feel my flesh sliding in and out of hers and to empty myself into her. I held myself still above, absorbed in her face, trying to decide what to do.

“I’m glad you were first, Luke,” she said. “I’ll always have good memories now.”

I slid my dick out of her until just the head was barely in her; I slid it back in slowly, oh, so slowly.

“I’d like to give you one more memory tonight,” I said. “Maybe make one for me too.”

She pulled my head down so my lips were against hers. She whispered into my mouth, “Just do it slowly, Luke, just like that.”

I did as she asked. Everything gradually faded away except for the feeling of my cock sliding in and of her, her hands on my ass cheeks, then later her fingernails digging in, and then later, when I felt her pussy begin to squeeze around my cock, her teeth biting on my shoulder. I lost all sense of control and began to shove it in as hard as I could. I heard her whimper when my balls emptied into her depths.

We lay with each other, quiet, joined, waiting for our breathing to slow and our hearts to return to normal. Arial had her arms around my chest, her hands still on my ass, her legs still locked around me. I couldn’t move and didn’t want to.

“They can put on quite a show, can’t they?” I heard someone way and realized it was Rachael.

“Yeah, Luke fucks pretty good for an old man, doesn’t he?” Kerry responded.

“Well, just keep practicing, Squirt,” I said, and rolled off Arial. “Maybe you can learn too.”

“Yeah, Squirt, practice makes perfect, doesn’t it?” Arial said

That started the banter and we kept it up for the next half hour or so while we relaxed. Kerry got fresh washcloths and towels for all of us and we wiped the sweat and other stuff off each other. The fan overhead felt good blowing down on me; when a stray breeze swept through the room that felt even better. When I felt cool and refreshed, I cuddled up behind Arial. 

Rachael started giggling. I wondered what Kerry was up to now. I looked over at them and saw she’d rolled over on her stomach and was looking at me. Arial was watching them too.

“Kerry was tickling me,” Rachael said.

“Shit, I didn’t know she was that ticklish,” he said. “I was just sliding my finger tips up and down on her ribs.”

“Kerry, you’ll never get your dick in her if you tickle her,” I said. “I know ‘cause I’ve tried. It’s about like trying to ride a Brahma bull.”

“I don’t want to get my dick in a bull anyway,” Kerry said. “I was just hoping to be a cow poke one more time tonight.”

He wrapped his hand around his dick - it was hard again - and waved it at me and Arial. Arial was giggling almost as much as Rachael. Rachael was still on her stomach, legs together, arms bent at her sides. 

“Well, you’ll never get it in Rachael again in that position,” Arial said. “What are you going to do to make her turn over?”

Kerry tried to flip Rachael over, off her stomach. She just kept her arms to her side and, each time he’d tip her up, she’d roll back into the same position. After a few frustrating tries, he decided he had to do something else.

“Well, fuck,” he said, “what do I do now?”

“Just leave her like she is now,” I said, “and stick your dick in her.”

“I can’t. She’s got her legs closed.”

“Sure you can. Want me to show you how?”

“Sure, super-stud,” Kerry said, “show me how you do it.”

“OK, you just watch, kid; learn from a master.”

I was lying on my left side with Arial in front of me. I pushed her over on her stomach, put my hand on her ass, and curled my fingers around and down between her legs. Kerry was lying on his right side with Rachael in front of him, next to Arial. He had to use his left hand to follow my example.

“No fair,” he said. “I’m right handed. I can’t do it with my left hand.”

“Aaahh, poor Kerry,” I teased. “Just try to make do for a minute. It won’t be long until you can use your dick instead.”

Arial and Rachael were both giggling at each other.

“Laugh while you can,” Kerry threatened. “I’m gonna make you change your tune.”’

“Just curl your fingertips down between her legs until you feel something wet, Kerry,” I said, and I did it to Arial. “Just stroke that little wet slit with your fingers until you feel it open up.” And I did that to Arial too.

I kept at it until everything down between her legs was wet and slippery and my dick was hard again. I brought my fingertips out, smeared the wetness from my fingers over my dick, and watched Kerry do the same thing.

I straddled Arial’s thighs, leaned forward with my left hand resting on the bed near her chest, and bent my dick downward. I waited until Kerry was in the same position and then held my dick with my right hand and slid it between Arial’s thighs. I started sliding my dick in and out between her legs and watched Kerry do the same thing with Rachael. He looked over at me with bewilderment on his face.

“Shit, Luke,” he said, “I don’t want to fuck her between the legs.”

“Just wait, Kerry,” I said. “Be patient.”

I knew what Rachael was going to do. She’d done it often enough for me when we played around this way. I saw her lift her hips up off the bed a little and then slide her hand underneath and around between her legs. It was her left hand and I knew she’d used it so Arial could see what she was doing. I knew too she was going to use her fingertips to guide the head of Kerry’s dick into her pussy. I could see it on his face when she did it, a look of delight and wonder. I couldn’t help but grin, remembering how I’d felt when I’d first done it. I wondered if I should tell Arial and Kerry that Siobhan and Kieran had taught me and Rachael how to do it. 

Arial followed Rachael’s example this time, lifting her butt up in the air a little, reaching down with her hand underneath between her thighs. I felt her fingertips catch the head of my cock and I waited. Could she do it? She could. I pushed gently while she guided it and the head of my cock slid into her hot wetness.

“I’m in, Kerry,” I said. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” he answered, breathlessly, “I’m in. Damn, man, I would’ve never thought of this.”

I started stroking gently in and out of Arial. I knew I had to be careful not to withdraw too far or I’d lose the connection. I could penetrate into her only a few inches, maybe a couple, but it was the most important couple of inches anyway. And it was tight. She wasn’t far from being a virgin and this position just made it even tighter. I knew I couldn’t last long if I kept it up.

I stopped and watched Kerry as he discovered what I already knew. When Rachael reached down and under with her hand, I knew Kerry had let his dick slip out of her. I couldn’t help but grin. I’d had the same problem the first time I’d tried it with Siobhan and even later when I did it with Rachael. It was damn good when it was in but it slipped out too easily. He looked over at me, gave me his usual big Kerry grin, and resumed poking, maybe cow-poking, into Rachael.

“Don’t come yet, Kerry,” I told him. “We’ve got to flip them over and do them from the other side first.”

“Huh?  You mean with their legs closed?”

“Yeah, just watch.”

I pulled out of Arial and moved off her. She turned over and smiled up at me. I wondered if she was having as much fun as I was.

I pulled her legs apart and knelt between them. Arial looked up at me questioningly, clearly puzzled. I lifted her legs so that her knees were bent and slightly raised and then used my hand to guide my dick into her. I pushed in and out a few times and then looked to see what Kerry was doing. He’d followed my example again and I watched while he slid his cock into Rachael’s pussy.

“This is where you’ve got to be real careful, Kerry,” I said.

I lifted my right leg and pulled Arial’s left one underneath it. Then lifted my left one and pulled Arial’s right underneath it. It worked the first time. She had her legs together, I was astraddle her thighs, supported above her on my arms, and my cock, at least a few inches of it, was still in Arial’s pussy. I looked over at Kerry and Rachael again. I knew she’d help him. She did and he ended up with Rachael the same way I was with Arial.

I looked down to watch Arial’s face as I started stroking into her. Again, I could penetrate her only a few inches but it was the crucial inches for both of us. Rachael had learned to love this little trick. She’d tried to tell me more than once how it felt, to have the head of my cock just inside her and in such a way that every stroke rubbed against her clitoris.

I watched Arial to see if it would work the same way for her. From the look of her eyes and mouth, I knew it did. I kept stroking, slowly, gently, not for myself but for her, willing her to come. She had her hands on my biceps and when I felt her fingernails digging in, I knew she was close. I smiled at her and gave her a wink. She gave me a wink in return but she couldn’t smile. Her mouth was open in a big O and I felt it around the head of my cock.

I decided it was my turn. I rose up and let my cock slip out of her. I brought one knee down between her legs and she parted them. I brought the other down and she parted them further. I guided my cock back in with one hand and slid in her to the depths. A minute or so later, I buried it to my balls and gave her shrine another offering. 

When I finally looked up to see what Kerry and Rachael were doing, he was lying flat on his back beside her, next to me and Arial, with his arm bent back over his eyes. His dick was soft but swollen and resting on his thigh. Rachael was propped on her side, one hand cupped under Kerry’s balls, watching me and Arial. 

“I think Kerry liked that,” she said.

“Yeah, jeeze, I liked it alright. What’s not to like?” he said.

“I liked it too, Luke,” Arial said. “Where’d you ever learn stuff like that?”

“Your Mom taught me,” I answered.

“And your Dad taught me,” Rachael added.

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Thursday night turned out to be something I had never dreamed we would do when we decided to spend the week at the cabin with the Stuarts and the Andersens. We spent the night in a haunted house listening for ghosts.

Kieran said the old house was haunted. He said the man who built it had contracted blood poisoning from stepping on a rusty nail and had died in the house. His widow had died from old age and loneliness only a couple of weeks later. He said their spirits caused all sorts of sounds in the house at night. I told him it was probably the metal roof cooling and contracting but he said I wouldn’t believe that if I spent the night there.

It was Kerry, always the trouble maker, who came up with the idea of spending the night there. He dared Kavan and Arial and they said they would if someone else joined them. I asked Rachael and she said she was game. Kerry asked Stuart and he asked Joanne. We ended up with eight of us willing to spend the night with ghosts.

Kieran said we couldn’t have any candles or other fires for lights. Kavan said the battery-powered lantern and a couple of flashlights would be enough. Kieran said we couldn’t sleep on the hard floors. Arial said we’d take some of the foam mats from the cabin. Kieran said we couldn’t go outside at night because of the possibility of snakes and there was no inside bathroom. Kerry said we could take a couple of five-gallon plastic containers and they’d hold enough. Kieran said he wasn’t going to keep Adrianna and Paul; Lauren and Siobhan said they would. No matter what he said, somebody found a way around it. He was grinning all time he was trying to talk us out of it.

We tied the foam mats on top of one of the vans, put on jeans and shirts and sneakers, loaded buckets and water bottles and anything else in the van, and were off about dusk. The eight mats were each three by seven feet and about three inches thick. When we spread them out in one of big rooms, we had almost wall-to-wall sleeping mats. We put the lantern on the mantel over the huge fireplace, put the buckets just inside another room, and sprawled out on the mats. It was Stuart who told the first ghost story, a damned good one even if it did get a little gory when the man’s body was being dismembered as he was dying.

I suppose I was partially right. The old house did start sounding off not long after dark. Some of the sounds were clearly from the attic and had a distinctly metallic sound. But when the first ones came from one of the other rooms, almost like a thumping noise, I got goose bumps all over and I think everybody else did too. When nothing else happened for a while, Kerry had to play trouble maker again. 

“I don’t know about the rest of you guys,” he said, “but there are four women here tonight and I, for one, am going to take advantage of them.” And with that, he started stripping.

“Oh, please, Kerry,” Kathryn said, “don’t ravish me. I’m just a poor innocent maiden. I’m not ready to have your baby yet.” And she got up, held out her hand to Kavan, and they started undressing too.

“You can’t ravish me, Kerry,” Arial said. “I’m your sister and I can’t have your baby either.” But she got up and took everything off too. 

“Me, either, Kerry,” Joanne said. “I’m already carrying another man’s baby. You can’t ravish me.” She stood up and started undressing and Stuart was only seconds behind her. 

“Well, I guess that leaves me, Kerry,” Rachael said. “But please don’t ravish me more than once. I’m carrying my husbands little child.” She and I almost fell all over each other giggling and laughing while trying to undress.

“I don’t care what you wenches say,” Kerry said, “I intend to have all four of you tonight, one way or another. Don’t any of you other guys get between me and these beauties or I’ll ravish you too.”

He was standing there with his dick already hard and pointing up at the ceiling. I just shook my head. Somehow I almost believed he really could do it too.

“Listen, all of you,” I said, and waited until I had their attention. “I want us all to stay awake until after midnight. If there’s a ghost, it’s bound to let us know then. If we start fucking around and having orgasms, we’ll all be asleep in no time. How about nobody comes until after the ghost comes at midnight?”

“Aw, come on, Luke,” Kavan said, “everybody’s ready to fuck around now. We don’t want to wait.”

“I didn’t say we couldn’t fuck around,” I said. “You’ve got four pussys to eat and four women who can suck your dick if you can talk them into it. Just no orgasms. Can’t come. Can’t shoot off. Get it?”

“Anything goes except we can’t come?” Stuart asked, with a big grin on his face. “That’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” I said. “If everybody agrees, that’s it.”

I looked around the room at the others and saw them all nod their heads.

“OK, Kerry,” I said, “you can start ravishing the women if you want to. They already look ravishing to me.”

Kerry started making the rounds of the women, getting a kiss from each one and feeling their breasts at the same time. I decided I’d see if I could enlist some help from others in making his night one he’d never forget. I pulled Kavan and Stuart to one side and told them what we should do. They agreed without any arguments. 

Kavan made the rounds of the women too, except he was telling them what we wanted them to do. Stuart and I grabbed Kerry and manhandled him to the floor. He was as strong and wiry as a young puppy but we had a lot more weight and muscle. We stretched him out on the floor, stuffed a pillow behind his head, and then the ladies took charge. That’s when he quit resisting and started smiling.

Arial and Kathryn spread his legs apart and each knelt down on one, with their butts about on his knees. Joanne and Rachael pulled his arms out to the side and knelt down so that his arms were between their legs, their knees close to his elbows, and their pussies over his hands. His grin got even bigger when he realized where they were.

Arial and Kathryn took charge of his dick and balls. At first they just used their hands, playing with his balls and stroking his dick. I hadn’t told Kavan specifically what to get the women to do. They didn’t need any specifics. They started giving him a blowjob, with first one holding and sucking and then the other. Damn, I immediately wished I’d suggested myself as the victim instead of Kerry.

Rachael and Joanne were alternating too. One would kiss Kerry and then the other would offer him a breast to suck on and then they’d swap. Kerry’s right hand would be feeling for one pussy and his left for another. I wished again I could be in his place.

I decided I wanted in on the fun. I stood up and straddled Kerry at his waist, facing his feet. Arial and Kathryn knew what I wanted. They alternated; Kathryn went down on Kerry’s dick while Arial sucked on mine. Then Arial went down on Kerry and Kathryn came up on me. I saw Kavan and Stuart watching and decided somebody else needed a turn. When I moved aside, Kavan pushed Stuart into my place.

Joanne and Rachael were both on their hands and knees, bent over Kerry’s face, their butts in the air. I couldn’t resist. I moved behind Joanne, knelt down, and cupped my hand around between her thighs. My index finger told me what I wanted to know. She was wet and ready but I waited.

I looked at Kavan and nodded with my head toward Rachael. He knew what I meant. He pushed Stuart away from Arial and Kathryn toward Rachael. Stuart saw what I was doing and quickly got in the same position. We were facing each other, me looking over his wife’s back, him looking over my wife’s back. I nodded at him and he nodded back. I took my dick in my right hand, notched it in place, and slid it into Joanne’s pussy. I looked up and saw Stuart had his in Rachael. Kavan had taken his place over Kerry and Arial and Kathryn were alternating between his dick and Kerry’s. 

Damn, why didn’t I keep my stupid mouth shut? Already I wanted nothing more than to shove my dick in to the balls and dump a load in Joanne’s pussy. I stopped moving and just enjoyed the feeling of being inside her until the urge died away. I decided I had better do something else so I pulled out and stood up.

Maybe I shouldn’t have done it but I decided to change the game for Kerry. I pulled Stuart up and told him what to do. He looked at me, frowned, and shook his head no. I told him a little more of what I had in mind. He changed his mind, smiled, and went looking for his belt. I found my jeans and pulled the belt out of the loops.

I pulled Arial and Kathryn to one side. I forced Kerry’s feet together, wrapped my belt around his ankles, looped it back through the buckle, and pulled it tight. I handed the end to Kavan and helped Stuart with Kerry’s hands. Stuart pulled his hands straight back from his head and I wrapped the belt around his wrists, through the buckle, and handed the end to Stuart. 

 I stood up over Kerry, took my dick in my hand, stroked it a couple of times to draw his attention to it and said, “Now we’re going to show you what it’s like to be ravished, you little smart ass.”

Kerry’s face was a mixture of confusion and fear. For one second, I think he actually believed it was the three of us guys who were going to do it. I couldn’t keep a straight face. As much as I tried to resist, a big grin forced its way onto my lips. I could almost see Kerry relax when he saw it. 

“Relax, Kerry,” Stuart said. “You’re too damn much fun to tease and it’s not us guys who’re going to do it.”

“Which one of you ladies wants to be first to sit on his dick?”  I asked.

We had four laughing, smiling women standing around Kerry, looking around at each other. 

“Well, Arial can’t have it and Rachael and I’ve already had it,” Kathryn said. “I guess it’s Joanne turn.”

“That’s fine with me,” Joanne said. “Arial can sit on his face. 

“And you other guys can just start eating pussy too,” Rachael said. “I’m not going to seriously suck dick until midnight.”

From then on, I couldn’t keep it straight about who was doing what with whom. The rest of us guys let the ladies ravish Kerry as long as they wished and then we joined in the fun. I know I had my mouth on four different pussies and four different women had their mouth on my dick. I saw Arial sitting on Stuart’s face while Kathryn sucked his dick. I watched Kavan fucking Rachael from behind while she sucked on mine. Kerry was all over the place with his dick in somebody’s mouth or pussy every time I looked. It was one hell of a confused tangle of bodies and, if the ghost knocked while we were at it, I didn’t hear it.

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Finally, it was almost midnight and no one had come - or at least no one had admitted to it. I knew I hadn’t because, for the first time in years, I felt a dull ache in my groin - those infamous “blue balls” - from prolonged sexual arousal with no relief. I walked over to the fireplace, in front of the lantern, and found the small flashlight I’d left there. I turned the lantern off, turned the small flashlight on, and held it just under my chin. I knew my hair was a mess and sweat was dripping off my face. When I turned around, I saw all eyes looking at me. I’d made a scary face for Adrianna with a flashlight more than once. Now I just hoped I didn’t look like a complete idiot.

“Listen, all of you, we’ve got to quit playing and get a little sleep,” I said. “It’s almost midnight. If there are any ghosts here, they should let us know at exactly midnight.”

“Ooooohhhh,” came from more than one place in the room.

“Let’s all get in the center of the room and sit on the floor,” I continued. “I’ll turn off the flashlight. My watch dial glows so I’ll countdown to midnight. If we don’t hear something from the ghosts, we’ll all leave. If they give us a signal, we’ll all find a partner and stay for the rest of the night. Is that OK?”

“Yeeeeeesssshhhh,” one ghost said, in the cracking voice of a young boy.

“How do we find partners?” Rachael asked.

I knew who I wanted but I didn’t know how to answer her.

“Let me pair everybody up,” Kerry said. “I can do it.”

There was a lot of whispering but no other suggestions. Finally, Kavan said something.

“OK, Squirt, you tell us what you think we ought to do.”

I turned the flashlight on Kerry and waited. His dick was still hard and I knew he was ready for somebody to be his partner. Mine was bone hard and aching too but at least the flashlight wasn’t on it.

“Arial’s got to pair with Luke. She can’t be with Kavan or me ‘cause we’re her brothers and we can’t fuck her. I guess Stuart can’t either ‘cause he’s her half-brother.”

“I agree,” Stuart said. “Go on, Kerry.”

“I want to be with Joanne. I’ve already done it with Rachael and Kathryn. I want to ravish Joanne.”

“That’s OK, Kerry,” Stuart said. “How about the others?”

“That’s easy. Rachael goes with Kavan and Kathryn goes with you.”

“Is that OK with everybody?” I asked. “Let me know if you’ve got any other ideas.”

There were no other suggestions. I walked over to the center of the room, pointed the flashlight toward the ceiling, and sat down. The others grouped around me and sat down. I turned out the flashlight and stuffed it down in the crack between two of the mats.

“My watch says it’s a couple of minutes ‘til midnight,” I said. “Does any body know any good ghost jokes?”

“I do,” said Kerry. “Let me tell one.”

“OK, Squirt, let’s hear it,” Stuart said.

“If a ghost is fucking, what sort of sound does it make when it comes?

We got “Ooooohhhh, Aaaaahhhh, Uuuuummmmm” and some other strange moans from more than one person. Then we got giggles and laughs from everybody.

“Ten,” I said and I counted down. “Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”

I reached down between the mats, found the flashlight again, pushed the small end down to the floor, and tapped it three times. This time I got more than a few gasps and screams.

“Luke, you shit,” Kavan said. “That was you.”

“It wasn’t me. It came from the ceiling,” I said.

I pulled the flashlight out, turned it on, and pointed it toward the ceiling. I think they almost believed me. Kavan stood up, snatched the flashlight out of my hand, and turned it off.

“OK, Mr. Ghost, let’s hear you tap again. You’re gonna have to use your hard-on this time ‘cause you ain’t gonna use this flashlight.”

We waited for a few seconds and then it happened again. Three muffled taps. It sounded to me like knuckles on a wood floor but it was good for a few more gasps and moans.

“Was that your dick knocking on the floor, Kerry?” Joanne asked.

“Shit no, that was my knees,” he whispered.

“Is everybody satisfied that we got a signal from the ghost?” I asked.

I heard a mixture of yeses and moans from around the room.

“I guess we’ve got to stay,” Stuart said, “but how do we find our partners. I can’t see a damn thing.”

“You guys stand up,” Kathryn said. “We’ll find you.”

I was groped by six women - crotch, chest, face, even butt. The butt groper gave me a little finger and made me jump. Either it was four women with a couple of repeats or a couple of guys got in on the groping too. I didn’t mind. It was ok with me if they wanted to hold my balls in one hand and pull my dick with the other. I wasn’t sure how Arial was going to recognize me in the dark but I wasn’t worried. When the sixth groper reached up and felt my hair, I knew she had found me. My hair wasn’t fine and soft like the guys with Stuart genes in them. I felt for her ear lobes and found the small diamond earrings I knew she wore.

“I’ve got a partner,” I announced. “Have the rest of you found yours?”

I heard yes from three women.

“How’d you find them?” I asked.

“I’ve got Kerry. He’s got the longest hair of any of you guys,” Joanne said.

“And the biggest dick, too,” Kerry said.

“Not yet, Squirt,” Kavan said. “Maybe in a few more years.”

“I’ve got Stuart,” Kathryn said. “He parts his hair in the middle. Plus he’s got the biggest dick.”

“Are you sure you’ve got Stuart, Kathryn?” Rachael asked. “I think Kavan’s got the biggest dick and I’ve got it in my hand.”

When the giggling and joking and groaning finally came to and end, I held Arial’s hand and led her toward what I hoped was one corner of the room. We stood waiting, while the others were moving around looking for a place of their own. Somehow it all worked out and they settled down. I dropped to my knees and pulled Arial down with me.

I’d put it off as long as I could and I guess Arial had too. As soon as we were side by side on the floor, we were all over each other. I kissed her eyes, her neck, her ears, and then her mouth. She opened to me and her tongue teased mine into battle. My hands were on her ass trying to pull her against or on to me. Her hands were on my balls and my cock and I was afraid I’d come if she didn’t stop pulling it.

I wanted her on top of me and she wanted me on top of her. She finally yielded. She threw one leg over me, reached down with her hand, held my cock in place, and slid down on it in a series of uncoordinated jerky movements. I don’t think my cock was fully inside her before I felt her coming, strong contractions in her internal muscles that clenched and relaxed around my dick. I was only seconds behind her. I grabbed her by her hips, pulled her down so hard I made her grunt, shoved my dick in all the way, and erupted with an intensity and pleasure I could hardly endure.

She lay on top of me without moving, almost as though she were unconscious. Every time her chest expanded as she gasped for breath, I felt those soft little breasts of hers against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her so she couldn’t get away and held on to her with all my strength.

My cock was still inside her and had lost its stiffness but not its tumescence. I didn’t know what I was going to do but I knew I wasn’t finished. Perhaps she wasn’t finished either.

After a while she started kissing me again, just soft, gentle, playful kisses. She hand her hands on each side of my face, holding me a willing captive. I let my hands slid down to her ass, to curve around, to find her wet flesh stretched around my shaft. I traced around and around her lips with my fingers and she shuddered. I felt a resurgence of blood into my cock and kept at her until I was hard in her again.

“I want you on top, Luke,” she whispered. “Please.”

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over without disengaging from her. When she was flat on her back under me, she brought her legs up, bending almost in half, and locked her ankles behind my back. Her hands sought out my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper into her.

“Fuck me,” she said.

I did. But then, “fuck” is not the word to describe what we did together; “love” is the only word for what I did with her. What I felt for her and what I did with her can only be described in terms of love, as sacred a love as any I’ve ever experienced.

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I was awakened from a sound sleep by the sound of knocking. For a second, the idea of a ghost knocking flashed through my befuddled mind. But then I realized it was daylight outside and the knocking was coming from the door. Arial was lying half on me, her long hair tickling my chest. I gently disengaged, stood up, and looked for a path through the scattered sleepers. Kerry was sleeping with his face buried in Rachael’s breasts. I wasn’t sure how the other four were paired off. I staggered over to the window, peeked out, and saw the other van.

I opened the door and Kieran and Siobhan and Lauren were standing there with the little kids. Adrianna and Paul were each holding one of Lauren’s fingers. Kieran was holding a big jug of orange juice and Siobhan had a stack of plastic cups.

“It’s eight o’clock, sleepy-heads,” Kieran said. “We brought you some juice. Come on back to the cabin and we’ll have breakfast ready as soon as you all get a shower.”

“Have you got a pole cat in there,” Lauren asked, smiling, “or is that just sex and sweat I smell?”

“I think our kids have been fucking around,” Siobhan said, with a smile just as big. “Just can’t trust these juveniles out of our sight, can we?”

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Friday night, Adrianna was fussy and didn’t want us to leave her when it was her bedtime. I was more than ready for a good night’s sleep myself. Rachael and I spent a quiet night with our daughter sleeping peacefully between us. I realized it was the first time since we’d come to the cabin that Adrianna had not slept with little Paul.

Saturday night, everybody was a little subdued and sad. I knew it was because it was our last night together. Kieran suggested we play twister and I found out that meant naked twister. He and Siobhan had found a duvet cover for a king-size bed that had the twister dots on it. It wasn’t just one twister game but actually four in one - the basic twister design repeated four times. The package even had the spinner in it.

The rules in the package didn’t tell how to play on four parts so we made up our own. We decided on four two-person teams, each playing on their own section, except that a player could move to another pair’s section. If anyone fell or touched the mat with a knee or elbow, they could call for a replacement from the ones not playing. We spread it out over mats on the floor of the big room and soon got hot and sweaty. Guys are always at a disadvantage in naked twister. Hard-ons get in the way.

I don’t know who ended up sleeping with whom but, at their request, Rachael and I spent the night with Kieran and Siobhan in the loft bedroom. It was their way of saying goodbye to us. I gave Siobhan two goodbyes and I think Kieran did the same with Rachael.

Sunday, we started back for home just after lunch. We had about a four-hour drive and the others had only an hour. We left them standing in front of the cabin, all waving to us.

I knew it was a week I would never forget.


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