
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Seventy-Two

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 Connor Stuart, 49; Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart, 48; Alannah Niamh Stuart, 4

Kavan Kelly Stuart, 22; Kathryn (Jenssen) Stuart, 23

Brad Alan Weaver, 22; Arial Erin (Stuart) Weaver, 21

Kerry Lee Stuart, 17; Tara Wingard, 17

Stuart Andersen, 31; Joanne Andersen, 29; Paul Andersen, 9; Kieran Lee Andersen, 5 

Luke Bridges, 30; Rachael Bridges, 31; Adrianna Bridges, 8; James Connor Bridges, 5 


TELLING THE STORY

Brad Weaver, Arial Weaver

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(ARIAL)

“Well, Brad and I don’t want you doing it by yourself,” I said. “We want you to do something with us.”

“What?” Kerry asked.

“I’ll tell you later,” I said. “Right now, there’s something I want to do with both of you. Will you let me do it?”

“Sure,” Kerry said, eagerly. “I’ll trust you. I don’t think you can fuck me in the ass.”

“She can’t but I can,” Brad said. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“You and what army,” Kerry responded.

“Will you two be good?” I asked.

“No, but what do you want us to do?” Brad asked.

“I want you both to stretch out on the bed and I want to smell you,” I answered. “I want to know why you think you stink.”

They looked at each other, both grinning. Brad was the first to move. He lay down on the bed, tucked a pillow under his head, and put both hands on his stomach. Kerry followed his example and stretched out on the other side of the bed.

“Now close your eyes,” I said, and they did.

I don’t know what they thought I was going to do, maybe suck their dicks, but I really did want to smell them. I was curious about why Brad thought he stunk and I thought he just smelled like a man who had been sweating. He smelled good to me.

I crawled on top of Brad, put my nose first on one side of his head and then the other, and took a few deep breaths. I smelled him and it wasn’t anything bad. It was just Brad, smelling the same as he always does.  Next I backed down a little, lifted his arms in the air, stuck my nose in first one armpit and then the other, and breathed deeply. He smelled sweaty but it was a good scent, the scent of a man, a little raunchy but more of a turn-on than a turn-off. I licked his hairy armpit so I could see how he tasted. 

“Arial, stop that,” he protested, squirming.

“What’s she doing, Brad?” Kerry asked.

“I’ll never tell.” Brad answered.

I moved down lower on Brad’s body, put my knees on the inside of his legs, bent over his stomach, and sniffed again. Nothing.

I moved a little further down, put my nose in his crotch, and sniffed again. Definitely something but still not bad. It was different from his armpits, more masculine smelling, more of a turn on, It was definitely a sweaty smell, maybe a little pee smell, though I didn’t see any stain in his white underwear, but mixed in with everything else was a man smell. Maybe it was the smell of testosterone. Whatever it was, I liked it.

“You don’t stink, Brad,” I said. “You just smell like a man who’s a little sweaty. I like it.”

“Smell Kerry,” Brad said. “He stinks.”

I smelled Kerry. We’d been so close all our lives that I could have picked out his scent blindfolded.  He smelled a little sweaty in his armpits too but it wasn’t bad. I nudged his balls a little with my nose to stir up a scent and that wasn’t bad either. It was just his version of a man’s scent, definitely not a boy’s scent, a little too raunchy.

“He doesn’t smell bad, either,” I said. “You both just smell like men. I wish you could understand that a little fresh sweat on a man is a turn-on for a woman. It just gets our juices stirred up and makes us want you.”

“Do you hear that, Brad?” Kerry asked. “It gets her juices stirred up. Do you think we could smell her? Maybe get our juices stirred up too.”

“Sure,” Brad answered, and pulled me off Kerry. The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back between them and the two of them were sniffing all over me. Brad was the first to get his nose between my legs. I knew he’d smell me through my panties. I’d been just as warm in the truck as they were and I had sweated too. I had also been more than a little turned on since we started eating, looking at them in their underwear. He sniffed me and then breathed deeply a few times. When he straightened up, something in his underwear was trying to push out a little.

“I think she smells like a woman who wants a man, Kerry,” Brad said. “See what you think.”

He moved to one side and Kerry took his place, with his nose touching my panties. He straightened up on his knees and grinned at me. His little briefs were having a hard time containing something inside.

“I think you’re right, Brad,” Kerry said. “I think you’d better give this poor woman what she wants. If you’ll let me, I’ll watch and maybe just wallop my walrus.”

“You don’t have to do that, Kerry,” I said. “I told you Brad and I wanted you to do something with us.”

“Well, what is it?” Kerry asked.

I looked at Brad. He had a big grin all over his face, his lopsided version of a big grin, I suppose. I think he was a little eager to see how Kerry would react when I told him I wanted him to make love with me.

“I’ll tell you in just a few minutes,” I said. “I want to do something for you and Brad first. I think you’ll like it. Would you lie down side by side, close together?”

They didn’t protest. Brad put his arm behind Kerry’s shoulders and they both propped up side by side on pillows with their long legs stretched out. I straddled one leg of each and sat back just below their knobby knees. I think they knew what I was going to do; at least they thought they did. I knew I was going to ask them to do something else and I wondered if they’d be quite so eager.

They were quite a contrast in their Cruise Classic underwear, Brad’s covered him from just under his navel down to mid thigh, Kerry’s were just a couple of inches wide on each side and hardly covered his pubic hair. Brad had a nice tent down one leg of his. Kerry had a nice bulge in his. I liked both versions of Cruise Classic underwear. 

I leaned over in Brad’s direction, pulled his underwear down, pulled his balls up, and let the waistband catch behind his balls. Then I did the same with Kerry’s briefs. I sat there on their legs looking from one to the other. Both their dicks were completely hard in seconds, hanging suspended just above their stomachs. They both looked good enough to eat. I really liked both versions of what had been in their Cruise Classic underwear.

I wrapped two hands around two dicks and started. They didn’t say a word, just lay there grinning like jackasses while I sucked their dicks in turn. Brad’s dick was like the rest of him, a little larger than average, and Kerry was close to catching up with him. Brad was just a little taller than Kerry now and his dick was probably a little bigger. I wondered how much longer it would be before Kerry matched Brad and then grew larger.

I wasn’t really trying to make either one of them come. I knew how if I wanted to but I was in no hurry. I just held the skin on their dicks stretched down tight and licked and sucked on the head. When I looked up, Brad was laying there with his eyes closed still grinning. Kerry was watching me.

“Now, would you two do something for me?” I asked. “Just for a few minutes while I watch you.”

“What?” Kerry asked.

“What?” Brad echoed and his eyes popped open.

“I want to see you two suck each others’ dicks,” I said. “Both at the same time. Just for a few minutes. It makes me all warm and tingly just to think about it. Then I’ll tell Kerry what we want him to do with us.”

“Arial, what are you trying to do?” Brad asked. “Maybe we don’t want to do that.”

“Brad, I want to watch you do it. You may not believe it but it makes me all hot and juicy inside just thinking about you and Kerry doing stuff with each other. Do it for me, please”

I squinted my eyes a little and sniffed a few times, like I was about to cry. They both knew I was faking it but they both agreed.

“Oh, alright,” Kerry finally said. “But I don’t want to be on bottom. I don’t want Brad shoving that big dick of his down my throat.”

“I don’t want to bottom either,” Brad said. “Your dick is as big as mine now and you’ll choke me to death with it.”

“Oh, pooh, do it side by side,” I said. “I think you can figure it out.” 

They did. Brad was on his right side, left leg straight, right leg bent like a cushion under Kerry’s head, Kerry was a mirror image. I knelt behind Kerry’s back and watched. 

Neither of them acted like they wanted to make the other come. They held each other’s dicks with one hand and jacked it only when they didn’t have their mouth on it. They both curved their lips around their teeth to protect the head of the other’s dick. They both used their tongue when they weren’t sucking. It was hot. But I could tell they weren’t really into it. They weren’t enthusiastic about it, the way I am when I get really hot and want to suck Brad off. They were doing it just because I had asked them to do it. I decided to push them a little, to see just how far they’d go.

“I want you to make each other come and then I want you to swallow it,” I whispered. “I dare you.”

Brad opened his eyes and looked at me. Kerry turned half around and looked at me too.

“What are you trying to prove, Arial?” Brad asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “I just want to see you suck each other off and swallow it. I’ve done it to both of you. It’s not so bad. You’ll like it.”

“Arial, I don’t understand why you want us to do it,” Kerry said. “I don’t mind sucking Brad’s dick sometimes. When we’re all three doing stuff with each other and we’re all hot and horny, I guess I like it a little. But why do you want us to come in each other’s mouths?”

I’d been hiding my feelings too long and I couldn’t hold them in any longer. I put my hands over my face and started crying. They wouldn’t understand. They’re both just men and they couldn’t understand what it’s like to be a woman.

Brad got on his knees, pulled my head against his neck, and wrapped his long arms around me. I really let go and cried until I was tired of crying. 

“You’re both just alike,” I finally managed to say. “You don’t want to do things with each other but you want me to do them to you, It makes me feel …I don’t know…like it’s something dirty and nasty and I don’t want to feel that way.”

“What do you mean, Arial?” Brad asked. “What have we done?”

I put my hands on his chest and pushed back. “For starters, I’ve sucked off both of you before and swallowed your come. It’s yucky but I like it because I love you. I love both of you. If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t want to do it. But you don’t want to suck each other off. How do you think that makes me feel?”

Kerry got up and knee-walked over to me and Brad. Brad put one arm around Kerry’s back and so did I. Kerry leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

“I’d rather lick your pussy and swallow your juices, Arial,” he said. “Guys don’t taste as good as girls.”

“He’s right, Arial,” Brad said. “I like Kerry but he doesn’t turn me on like you do. I like the way your pussy tastes and smells.”

“I guess I want too much...I mean…you were sucking each other’s dicks but anybody could tell you weren’t really into it. If you really love somebody, maybe just like them a lot, you want to make sex good for them. You want to do things to please them. That’s the way I am with both of you.  I don’t see why you can’t be like that with each other. I love both of you so much and I want you to love each other too.”

“Arial, you know I like Kerry,” Brad said. “I was never close to my bother but I’m close to Kerry. I like him more than a little. Maybe I love him. I don’t know how to separate like and love sometimes. I just know I can’t love him like I love you. I can’t imagine loving anybody else the way I love you.”

“It’s the same way with me,” Kerry said. “Kavan’s my big brother and I can always depend on him. I don’t know why he loves me but I know he does. I guess I can’t help but love him.  It’s a lot like that with Brad. He’s my friend and he’s almost like another brother, like Stuart. I like Kavan and Stuart and Brad a lot and maybe I love them. But I already know loving a woman’s different. I hope I can find one like you to love.”

“Don’t be mad at us if we don’t understand you sometimes,” Brad said. “Just tell us what you’re thinking and feeling and we’ll try. Is there something else that’s bothering you?”

“Yes, there is. You don’t want anybody to fuck you in the ass,” I said, trying to explain how I felt. ”Nobody has ever done that to you and Kerry’s only had it done to him once and he was really ashamed of it. Well, I want Brad to do it to me. I like surrendering myself to him and that’s the only thing left I’ve got to give him. I think about having both of you fucking me at the same time, one in my pussy and one in my backside. Brad’s got to get my cherry back there, so Kerry, you’ve got to put yours in my pussy.  I want it. I want you both like that. But you don’t want anybody to fuck you in the ass. No, you’re men. Men don’t do stuff like that, just women. It’s alright to fuck women in the ass.” 

“Arial, I…” Kerry started to say something but Brad cut him off.

“Hush, Kerry,” Brad said. “Let me handle this.”

I looked at him and waited.

“Arial, have I ever told you I wanted you that way?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“I know you’ve said I could do it anytime I wanted to,” he continued. “Maybe I’ll want to someday but right now I’m not eager to do it. It might hurt you and I promised your brothers I’d never hurt you.”

“Yeah, I get his left testicle and Kavan gets his right one if he hurts you,” Kerry said.

“Arial, I don’t have to do that to you to know that you’re completely mine,” Brad said. “I don’t think you want one of us to stick our dick in your backside. I think you just want us both to love you at the same time. Both of us do love you. We can’t both get our dick in your pussy at the same time. Maybe we could do it one after the other. Would that be alright with you?”  

Kerry pulled back and looked first at Brad and then at me. He just looked at us, not saying anything. His eyes were wide open and I think he realized just what Brad had proposed.

“I know you’re completely mine, Arial, I don’t mind if Kerry makes love to you,” Brad continued. “If you really want me to, I’ll give Kerry a blowjob. I’ll swallow his come. I’ll let him fuck me in the ass. I’ll do anything you really want me to. But it won’t be because I love him. It will be because I love you. I’ll do anything if you really want it.” 

“Oh, pooh, I don’t know what I want,” I admitted. “It’s been a long day…and the trip down here wore me out…and then it had to rain. I guess I’m tired and all mixed us.”

“Arial, we don’t have to do anything tonight,” Kerry said. “I’ll sleep in the other bed and you and Brad can have this one. Just let him hold you and you can go to sleep. We’re all a little tired from the trip.”

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(BRAD)

“I couldn’t believe it when he suggested that,” I said. “There we were, the three of us, on our knees on a bed in a motel room in Atlanta, hugging each other, completely naked…I wanted you so bad and I guess Kerry did too…his dick was pointing up just like mine…anyway, he said you and I could just cuddle up and go to sleep because you were tired, and he’d sleep in the other bed.”

“That’s the way he is, Brad,” Arial said. “He’s always considerate of me. He’d never do anything to hurt me, just like you.”

She moved my hand down almost to her pubic hair and I felt Brandon turning somersaults. The way she accepted his movements without complaint was something I couldn’t understand. I loved to feel our son moving around inside her. It just made me love her even more for what she had to endure to bring him into the world.

When Brandon finally quieted down and stopped his flips, I moved my hand back up and cupped it under her breast. Her breasts were much larger now.  She planned to breast feed Brandon. 

“Did you watch his face when we told him you wanted him to make love to you and it was OK with me?” I asked. “I never thought we’d have to talk him into doing it. What was it he said, that he never wanted to come between us?”

“Nobody can ever come between us, Brad,” she whispered. “I love you too much for that. I’ll never let it happen.”

“You don’t need to worry about me letting it happen either,” I said. “I love you…and Brandon…and our next one.”

“Are you sure two is all you want?” she asked. “Maybe we should go for four like Mom and Dad.”

“Just don’t try for two at once,” I said. “I warmed Kavan about what would happen if he made love to Kathryn twice in one night. He didn’t listen.”

“Well, you’ve done it twice lots of times,” she said. “I seem to remember you doing it more than twice on occasion.”

“Who, me?”

“Yes, you,” she answered. “Tell me what it was like, watching Kerry make love to me. How did you really feel about it?”

(BRAD)

“I just want you both to know that what you’re about to do is OK with me,” I said. “I know you love each other. I don’t see anything wrong if you want to love each other completely. I’ll be watching but I won’t bother you. You two go on and do what you’ve always wanted to do.”

Kerry grinned at me, not his usual big Kerry grin, just a little one. Arial grinned at me the same way. They neither said anything but what was there to say.

Arial laid down in the middle of the bed, her legs spread and knees raised, and held out her arms to Kerry. He moved over her, suspended on his arms and knees. He looked at me and I smiled and nodded. He looked down at her and she also smiled and nodded. Slowly he lowered himself down on her until his dick was pressed against her stomach. He held his head up over hers, his weight on his arms, and his chest just barely pressing against her breasts. His eyes were locked on hers and hers on his.

“Arial, are you….”  He started to say something.

“Shhhh,” she whispered, slightly shaking her head.

She wrapped her arms around his chest and spread her legs wider and brought them up and wrapped them around him, with her ankles interlocked over his beautiful little butt. 

For a minute or so, they lay there, looking in each other’s eyes, not saying anything, at least nothing I could hear. I knew they were communicating with each other. 

Finally, she reached down between them with one hand and he lifted his hips. In the dimness of the room, I could barely see what she was doing, just the curve of her slim wrist and her hand holding the white column of his dick.  She brought her hand back out and put it on his butt and I knew she’d positioned the head of his dick at the entrance to her vagina. 

My heart was beating so soundly I could feel it in my chest. I wanted to watch them do it, partly because they were so beautiful and sexy together and partly because I simply wanted to watch them fucking. As long as it was Kerry with her, I didn’t feel jealous or possessive. I wondered if I could feel the same way if she were with Luke. Of course, I’d be with Rachael and I’d like to fuck her. She’s so different, so darkly beautiful, so much a woman, not as innocent appearing as Arial. 

His hips moved closer to her and I knew he was slowly pushing into her. I glanced at their faces and it was evident from their expressions, eyes half closed, slight smile, that they were both finally realizing their shared fantasy. 

I stopped stoking my dick and held absolutely still. The sight of them together was mesmerizing. I didn’t want to miss seeing any part of what they were doing.

He pulled back slightly, pushed again, and moved closer to her. She wiggled her hips a little, spread her legs wider, and brought them up until her ankles were together in the middle of his back. He pulled back again, pushed, pulled back again, pushed, until there was no room between them.

I wanted to change my position, to see how they looked joined together, but I’d made a conscious decision not to move, not to disturb them, while they were together. I started slowly stroking my dick again, felt something come out of it, and looked down as an elongated drop slowly fell on my thigh. 

He stopped moving and I knew that his dick was buried to the depths in her pussy. I knew so well what he was experiencing, that moment when full connection is finally made and his body is interlocked with hers, his dick buried in her pussy. His head was still above hers and their eyes were still focused on the other’s face.

Finally he lowered his face to her, his lips to hers, closed his eyes, and she turned her head slightly, closed her eyes too, and opened her mouth to him.  

For what seemed like a minute or two, I lay there, turned on my side, slowly stroking my dick, watching them. They seemed to be frozen, unmoving, until I noticed the slightest movement in his hips. I looked closer. He was moving almost imperceptibly but definitely moving.

He moved his head down on the other side of hers and I could no longer see his face but I could see hers. It was evident from her expression that she was lost in what she was feeling.

Just watching them, I felt so hot and sexually aroused that I wanted to pump the semen out of my balls. I wanted so much to come but I held my hand still, breathed deeply, and convinced myself to wait. Arial had promised me my turn soon after Kerry came. I wondered how it would be to get my dick in her pussy and find it juicy with Kerry’s semen. Somehow, I didn’t think I’d mind.

Gradually, slowly, his hip movements became more pronounced, until I could see a space opening up between them, a quick glimpse of the glistening whiteness of his dick, then the space closed as he pushed back into her. 

He began to moan or grunt as he pushed back into her and I knew he was becoming lost in what he was feeling with his dick. There’s a point where a man becomes lost in the feeling of his penis in a woman’s vagina, his cock in her cunt, his dick in her pussy, and he is aware only of his flesh in her and how it feels and nothing else exists for him then. I watched as his movements gradually became more rapid and more forceful. 

She began to squirm beneath him, to fuck back at him, as he fucked down into her, and she started a keening, whining, whimpering noise in her throat. I’d heard it before when she occasionally responded the same way to me fucking her. I knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. 

He began slamming into her, grunting loudly with each thrust. He pulled back until his dick was almost out of her and then shoved it back in again and again and I knew he was completely lost, completely surrendered to the need to squirt out his semen at the entrance to her womb, as deep inside her as possible.

Suddenly he stopped moving, with his body pressed against hers, and started groaning. Arial responded with an even-shriller whimpering. I could tell she had him in a death grip of orgasm with her arms and legs holding him tight. I knew Kerry had come. I didn’t know if Arial had. But she was behaving exactly the same way she did with me sometimes when I was really lost in fucking her and she was lost in being fucked.

I lay there, holding my drooling dick, watching them for a moment more and then I rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom, wet a couple of washcloths with warm water, grabbed a couple of small towels, and returned. They were almost as I had left them. The only difference was that he had his head lifted above hers and was smiling down at her as she smiled back up at him.

He finally rolled off her and flopped down on his back on the other side of her. I threw one washcloth on his stomach and handed the other one to Arial. She held out her hand for a towel and then stuffed it between her legs. Then she used to washcloth to wipe her face. Kerry just lay there unmoving, his dick softened enough to rest on his stomach. Finally he looked up, smiled at me, and wiped off his face and his dick.

I moved closer to Arial, leaned over her, and kissed her lightly on her lips. Her eyes were half-closed and there was a little smile on her lips, like a woman who has just been well fucked and who has come in the process. I wanted to give her just as good a fucking as Kerry but I didn’t want to rush her. 

Kerry moved closer to her on the other side, leaned over her, and also kissed her lightly on the lips. I moved away to give him room but he surprised me by putting a hand behind my head, pulling my face to his, and giving me a kiss on the lips.

“Thanks, Brad,” he said, looking at me.

“Thanks, Arial,” he said, looking down at her. “Thank you both for letting me share in your love.”

“Are you going to watch when Brad does it and maybe wallop your weasel?” Arial whispered.

“It’s not my weasel, Arial,” he said, grinning from ear to ear at her mistake. “It’s my walrus. Walruses are big and fat and thick. Weasels are long and slim. I want to watch.”

Arial looked up at me. “Are you ready?”

“Uh huh, whenever you are,” I said.

She removed the towel, spread her legs wide, knees raised, and held out her arms to me. She looked so damn sexy, laying there, her long hair spread all over the pillow and bed, her breasts so soft and relaxed, her legs ready to welcome me. 

I was ready, more than ready. I moved over her, held my dick in my hand, rubbed it up and down in her vulva a couple of times to lubricate the head, notched it in the entrance to her vagina, and then slid into her in one movement. Her cunt was as hot and juicy as I’d ever felt it. I lowered myself down onto her and she brought her legs up and wrapped them around me with her ankles locked behind my butt. I began to slide my dick in and out of her, trying so hard to hold back on my need to come, wanting so much to feel her cunt enclosing my cock.

After a minute or so, she lifted her legs higher and I knew she wanted them around my neck. I lifted up a little and put one first one arm and then the other on the outside of her calves. I looked down at her face and saw her eyes opened in mere slits and a little enigmatic smile on her lips.

I looked down between us at where my dick was moving in and out of her pussy. I loved to watch as my dick disappeared into her and then reappeared when I drew back. It always made me hotter. I could see a white froth on Arial’s sparse pubic hair on each side of her vagina, as well as on my dick when I withdrew. It usually happened when I fucked her for a second time and churned my semen into white foam. This time I knew it was Kerry’s semen that was being churned.  I didn’t care. Somehow it just made the fucking of her even more erotic.

I gradually became lost in her and the fucking of her and the need to come erased all conscious thought from my head. I plunged into her again and again until she started whimpering again and then I emptied my aching balls with the head of my cock pressed against her cervix. 

This time it was Kerry who rolled out of bed and went for towels and washcloths. I lay there on top of Arial, her legs locked around mine and my dick still inside her, and watched  his beautiful little butt as he went and his dick weaving around like a divining rod as he came back.

I didn’t know whether he wanted another turn with Arial. Maybe he did but he was considerate enough not to ask for it. While Arial and I were cleaning up, he lay there on the other side of her and slowly stroked his dick. I was ready for sleep and I was sure Arial was but Kerry still had a hard-on. Arial and I took pity on him, made him get in the middle, and then we jacked him off.

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Saturday was a cold, raw day and I was glad we’d made plans to be inside. We went to the Georgia Aquarium and spent the day wandering through it gawking at everything. For supper we went to the Varsity and had yellow dogs and fries and onion rings.  We were all too tired to do anything else so we headed back to the motel early. I hadn’t made any plans for what we’d do there but I knew we’d think of something.

We did. Kerry said he was cold so he filled the tub and emptied two little bottles of shampoo in it. Then all three of us tried to get in it at once. We halfway succeeded. We sat sideways in a row, Arial in the middle, with our long legs out in the bathroom. 

We got in a pile in the bed and pulled the covers over us and snuggled for a while. That degenerated into a round-de-lay of oral sex, with two of us sucking on dicks and the other licking a pussy. I suppose we played a little too enthusiastically. Kerry was licking Arial’s pussy, she was sucking my dick, and I was sucking Kerry’s when it happened.

Kerry came in my mouth. The first spurt hit me in the back of my mouth and almost went down my throat. The second hit me right on the nose and who knows where the rest went. I pulled back and tried to cough the splooge up. Arial saw what was happening and I decided to try to prove something. I took a couple of deep breaths and swallowed. Then I wiped my runny nose and rubbed it on her face.

I got my revenge later. Arial sucked me off and kept her mouth on the head of my dick until she had my complete load. Then she kissed Kerry and shared my splooge with him. He looked at me while she was kissing him and I suppose he was trying to prove something too. He swallowed and then stuck his tongue out at me. Arial swallowed and stuck her tongue out at Kerry and then at me.
 
We pulled the covers up and rested for a while until we got to swapping around on who was in the middle. Kerry and I got hard-ons again, of course, and he poked me while I was poking Arial. I crawled over him and tried to poke him while he was trying to poke Arial. Neither of us succeeded in getting our dicks in. Arial crawled over behind me and pretended she had a dick and I didn’t resist. Then she pretended to fuck Kerry and he didn’t resist either. Nobody got their dick in anybody until Arial came up with a new game.

She lay down on her back and invited me and Kerry to fuck her. But she decreed that we would be limited to two minutes, timed by the one who wasn’t doing the fucking, and she was going to tickle us while we were doing it. We actually made it through two turns. On my third turn, I buried my dick as deep in her as I could and I didn’t even feel her hands on my ribs while I came. She invited Kerry to continue as soon as I withdrew and then tickled him into coming in less than a minute. 

When I asked if she’d come, she shook her head no, so Kerry and I took turns licking her pussy.  Kerry couldn’t make her come in two minutes so I took a turn and sucked and licked her clit until she squealed. 

When I looked at my watch, it was only nine-thirty but we’d been at each other for almost two hours. After cleaning up our mess, we cuddled in the bed and talked until we started yawning. I think we all went to sleep without any trouble. 


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(ARIAL)

“We had a lot on fun, didn’t we?”  I said. “I don’t think I will ever forget the way you looked when Kerry came in your mouth and then squirted up your nose. I thought for a second you had a bad cold and then I realized what he’d done.”

“It was a lot of fun except for that,” Brad said. “I guess that weekend was what finally convinced me we could play around with somebody else and I didn’t need to feel jealous. Playing with Kavan and Kathryn was fun too. wasn’t it? Kavan was really surprised when we told him what we wanted to do with them. He couldn’t believe it was finally OK to fuck his sister.”

 “Well, you didn’t mind too much, did you?” I said. “I think you were eager to get at Kathryn so you had to let Kavan get at me.”

“Yeah, I enjoyed doing it with Kathryn,” Brad said. “I enjoyed doing it with you when we swapped back. What’s not to enjoy?”

“Are you ready to go to sleep now?” I asked.

“Not quite,” he answered. “There’s something else I want to do first.”

“What?”

“Turn over and I’ll show you,” he said. 

I turned over, tucked my bed-buddy pillow up under my stomach, and waited for Brandon to adjust to my changed position. He moved just once and then was still. I waited for Brad to spoon up to me but he seemed to have something else in mind. He moved toward the foot of the bed and lay back down with his head behind my fanny. I turned to look at what he was doing.

He lifted my right leg in the air, moved closer to me, and put his head down on the inside of my left thigh with his face close to my pussy. I moved my bed-buddy and tried to see what he was doing but all I could see was part of the top of his head.

“Brad, what are you doing?” I asked.

“You still look good enough to eat, Arial,” he whispered. “You said I could do anything I wanted to. But I’m not going to eat you. I’m going to make love to you with my lips and tongue and mouth. I’m not going to stop until you tell me to stop. Tomorrow night, I’m going to make love to you with my dick. Tomorrow night, I’m going to let my dick show you how much I want you, how much I love you. But tonight I’m going to show you with my mouth.”

“Brad, don’t be silly,” I said. “You don’t really want to…”

I tried to think of some reason why he shouldn’t want to but I couldn’t. With the first touch of his lips, I wanted him to do it.  I tried to tell him why he shouldn’t do it but I couldn’t speak.

He kissed the inside of my thighs, first my left thigh, and then my right one. He must have covered every inch of skin on the inside of my thighs with kisses. Then he started over again, licking my thighs this time, and I gave in to him. I wanted him to do it to my pussy and I knew he would do it in his own good time.

When he was through kissing and licking my thighs, he moved closer to me and started again, at the juncture of my thighs with my vulva. He kissed me there until I was almost ready to scream for him to lick my pussy. Then he stopped and I felt the touch of something, his tongue, no, his nose at the top of my vulva. I heard him breathe deeply a few times and then he stopped. I waited.

“I love the scent of your pussy, Arial,” he whispered. “I may want you before I smell you but it always makes me want you even more.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t suppose his comment needed a reply.

I felt the touch of his tongue, just the lightest touch, on my little lips, licking upward. He kept at me and I knew the lips of my pussy were separating and spreading like they always do. Then he licked me from my perineum, over my vagina, and up to my clitoris. He did it again and again. With one hand, I reached down, around my big belly, and pulled his hair. He kept licking me while I felt it building and building. Then he concentrated on my clitoris, licking it and sucking it, and I pulled his hair even more. I tried to protest that it was too much but I couldn’t say anything. And finally I exploded in contractions that made me lose my mind.

When I could think again, I realized that Brad had moved my bed-buddy pillow out of the way and I was now close to him. He was flat on his back in the middle of the bed and I was on my side with one leg over his and my belly supported by him. My head was on his shoulder and his arm was around my shoulders. He was gently brushing my hair back out of my face. I was content to rest for a while so I shut my eyes and just floated.

“Do you want me to stop, Arial?” he whispered. “Do you believe I love you? Do you believe I love you, my mouth loves you, every part of me loves you? Do you want me to stop? You must tell me you believe I love you and you want me to stop.”

“I believe you, Brad,” I managed to say. “I know you love me. Please stop. I can’t take anymore.”

When I remembered that he was probably aching for release, I opened my eyes and reached down to his dick. It was still hard. I gently stroked it a couple of times and watched his foreskin cover and uncover the head.

“It’s your turn,” I whispered. “Let me put you out of your misery.”

“OK,” he whispered. “Let me get the baby oil and a towel.”

“No, I don’t want to jack you off this time. I want to use my mouth on you.”

“Arial, you don’t need to do that,” he said. “Remember, we don’t swap I love yous or oral sex. If you want to do something for me, just jack me off. I love the feel of your hand doing it.”

“No, Brad. I want to suck you off,” I said. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

From my perspective, his dick looked funny. I couldn’t see the length of it, just the big red plum-like head. As I stroked it, I saw something crystal clear ooze out the slit in the middle and I watched as it slowly dripped down on his belly.

“Arial, it might make you throw up again,” he protested. 

I’d had a touch of morning sickness during my second and third months of pregnancy and hadn’t been able to suck him off. When I finally tried again, in about the fourth month, I’d thrown up. I tried to tell him that it was just an accident, that I’d got a mouthful of semen, more than I could swallow, and gagged on it. It wasn’t because of the baby. Still it was rather unpleasant for both of us. He hadn’t let me do it to him since.

“Brad, it’s what I want,” I whispered earnestly. “I want you to come in my mouth and I want to swallow you so you’ll be in my tummy and you’ll become part of the baby.”

“Arial, it doesn’t work like that and you know it.”

I sniffed a few times. “I know, Silly. But I want to do it anyway. I love you so much and I want you to be part of me. Please!”

“Arial, don’t do that to me. I’m glad I can’t see your face this time. You make your eyes get red and you squeeze out a few tears and I’m supposed to give in to you as usual.”

I hadn’t even realized I was doing it.

“I’m not faking it, Brad. I’m sorry.” I sniffed a few more times.” I guess pregnant women do have strange cravings.”

“Damn, I never thought I’d refuse to let somebody give me a blowjob,” he sighed. 

“You’re mean,” I said.

“You know, Dad told me something once about Mom and why they got divorced, He said she could hardly stand to put her hand on his dick. She always made him feel like his dick was something nasty. If she had to guide it into her pussy, she ‘d hold it with just her thumb and one finger.”

“That’s awful, Brad,” I said, and meant it.

“I guess that’s why it means so much to me when you play with my dick and balls. I like for you to touch me. You seem to be having fun, like you really like to do it.”

“I do. You’ve got a beautiful dick, Brad. I like to see it all hard with the blue veins standing out and the head all red. I like your big balls too. I like them when they’re drooping down between your legs or when they’re drawn up on each side of your dick and you’re about to come. I like to look at you when you’re all hot for me. Anyway, it’s not just your dick now; it’s my dick too. It belongs to me as much as to you.”

“What! You don’t like it when it’s soft?” he said. “I don’t have a hard-on all the time, you know.”

“I know. You’re beautiful when it’s soft too,” I said. “So are Dad and Kavan and Kerry. You’ve all got beautiful dicks and balls.”

“Yeah, but mine’s not as big as theirs,” he said. “Mine used to be bigger than Kerry’s but now his is just as big as your Dad’s and Kavan’s, maybe bigger.”

“Silly, size doesn’t matter that much. Yours is bigger than average. Theirs are just a little bigger than yours, maybe a quarter inch.”

“My tongue is longer than theirs,” he whispered.

“I believe you,” I whispered back. “It’s long and you know how to use it. I like your tongue, Mr. Weaver.”

‘Thank you, Mrs. Weaver,” he said.

I slowly stroked his dick, our dick, watching the foreskin uncover and then almost cover the head. I changed my grip so that my finger tips were on the underside of it and I could milk it down. The first time I stroked downward toward the head, more clear stuff oozed out and slowly dripped down on his stomach. I grinned at how silly it all was.

“I couldn’t believe it the first time you jacked me off in the sink in your bathroom,” he said. “I didn’t know girls did stuff like that. I never imagined a girl doing something like that for me, especially you.”

“I loved your dick the first time I ever saw it. That day on the deck with everybody else around, I thought it was beautiful the way the head was peeking out of your foreskin. It’s a good thing you weren’t circumcised. I wonder whether we’d be here together if you’d been circumcised. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a circumcised one. Are they really as ugly as girls say?”

“Shit, I don’t know, Arial,” he said. “A dick’s a dick, I guess. Most of the guys I’ve seen were cut but I’m glad Dad didn’t have me done. I don’t see how a guy can stand having the head of his dick rubbing against his under-shorts all the time. ”

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yeah, let me get the baby oil. The first time you jacked me off, you squirted baby oil on my dick. I like it like that.”

He rolled over, went in the bathroom, came out with the baby oil and my damp towel and a big grin, and was back in bed with me in just a few seconds. He flipped the baby oil open and handed it to me. I squirted a little on his balls and handed it back to him.

I rubbed his balls with the baby oil first. They were so soft and loose hanging down between his legs. I didn’t know why they were called balls when they were more like eggs. I really did like to play with them, especially when they were coated lightly with oil.

 After a while, I held out my hand for the baby oil again and then squirted a long trail down the underside of his dick. Before it could run off, I wrapped my hand around his dick, smeared the baby oil all over, and started slowly stroking it. 

He just laid there, one arm around my shoulders, the other fore-arm covering his eyes, and let me do it. It didn’t take that long. I’d learned to read his body’s signals so I waited until his balls began to draw up and then I did it faster.

Poor Brad. He must have been miserable with all that in his balls. He erupted in a torrent of white strings and drops, the first of which flew over his chest and all the way to my face, and a half dozen follow-ups which left his chest and stomach covered with white puddles. I wiped my cheek off and licked my fingers. Brad drew in a deep breath, shuddered a couple of times, and then relaxed.

One of the white blobs was trying to run down his side so I caught it with my fingers and wiped it on his chest. Another started running too and I smeared it around on his stomach. Maybe I was naughty but I wiped up all of the other puddles on his stomach and chest and then used the flat of my hand to smear it all over him.

“Do you like to play in it, little girl?” Brad asked from behind my head.

“Un huh, do you want me to clean up your mess?” I asked.

“Yeah, if you’re through playing.”

I reached across him for the damp towel and then wiped up his semen. When he was all clean, I cuddled his dick in my hand and just held it. I liked to hold it when it was soft and swollen and warm in my hand.

“Have your dad talked to you any more about us moving to his condo?” I asked after a while.

“Yeah, he says it’s what we should do. Since he and Genie married, he says he stays at her place all the time now and hardly ever uses it. He doesn’t want to sell it, says it’s a good investment. We haven’t settled on how much rent we’d pay. He doesn’t really want us to pay him anything.”

“That’s nice, Brad, but we really should pay him something. I don’t like it when everybody is always trying to do things for us. I want us to start taking care of ourselves. I’d like to stay here for maybe a month after the baby comes and then move. I hate to move but we can’t all stay here. This place isn’t big enough for two couples with children. Kavan and Kathryn will need Mom’s help with the twins more than we do.”

“I agree,” he said.  “I’ll tell Dad we want the condo and we’ll work out something on the rent. What are you doing?”

I scooted down on the bed until my face was just inches away from his dick. It was soft but still swollen, almost as big as it is when it’s hard. I blew my breath on it and then stroked it gently, just watching his foreskin cover and uncover the head, not doing anything except playing with it.

“Nothing.”

“Feels like something to me,” he whispered.

I blew little puffs of air on the head of his dick and then whispered, “I’m giving you a blow job, Silly.”

I changed my grip so that my fingertips pressed on his urethra and then squeezed downward toward the head of his dick. I knew there was usually a little more semen that stayed in him after he came and it slowly oozed out. I was right. A blob of white semen came out of the slit. I quickly took the head of his dick in my mouth, sucked it clean, moved my mouth off, and then swallowed. It didn’t taste bad. It was just part of Brad and I liked to taste him.

“Are you satisfied now?” he asked. “It’s in your stomach and you’ll digest it and I’ll be part of you. You’re bad, Arial. You’re bad and you’re crazy.”

“Oh, pooh, that little bit wasn’t enough to satisfy me. I wanted the whole load. Can I suck you off now?”

“Arial, what’s got into you tonight?” he whispered.

“Nothing. That’s part of the problem.”

“If you’ll promise to play with me and Kavan and Kathryn tomorrow night, I’ll promise something will get into you. Maybe Kavan and me both. Would you like that?”

I was busy licking the head of his dick so I just grunted “Uh huh.” Within a minute or so, his dick was hard and standing up above his belly by itself. I put my cheek down on his stomach, bent his dick down to my mouth, and sucked on the head. Then I cupped my hand under his balls and played with them. I really did like to feel them moving around in his scrotum when it was soft and hanging down. I decided to do what I wanted to do but I thought I’d make sure it was OK with him.

“I’m going to suck you off, Brad,” I whispered. “I’m going to make you come in my mouth this time and when you’re all finished, I’m going to swallow it. If you don’t want me to do it, just say no.”

I waited at least a minute and he didn’t say anything. I didn’t think he’d have the will power to refuse a blow-job and I was right. He put his hand on my head and gave me a gentle nudge. Within a few minutes, I had a mouthful of warm semen.

I moved back up on the bed until my face was just inches above his and looked in his eyes. His chest was heaving up and down and he was breathing through his mouth. I thought about letting some of his come drool out of my mouth into his. He must have guessed what I was thinking. He opened his mouth wide and tilted his chin up. I shook my head no and then swallowed once, twice, and a third time until all of it was gone. Then I kissed him. A moment late, I pulled back away from him and grinned at him.

He shook his head. “You’re bad, Arial, but I love you anyway.”

I didn’t answer that. Maybe I was bad but I knew he liked it. I turned my back to him, pulled my bed buddy back in support of my stomach, took a couple of deep breaths, and then relaxed. He spooned up to me, reached down, and pulled the sheet up to our waists. I knew what he’d do next. He tugged my nightgown up in back, moved closer to me so that his dick was nestled between the cheeks of my fanny, put his right leg over my left one, reached his right arm around and under my nightgown until he found my breasts with his hand, buried his face in my hair, sighed a couple of times, and relaxed. It was what he did most nights. I loved to go to sleep with him holding me.

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(BRAD)

“Damn, I’ve got to pee,” I whispered.  “Don’t move, OK?”

“Hurry back,” she answered. “I’m sleepy.”

I turned over, rolled out of the bed, and went in the bathroom. My side of the bed was next to the bathroom door and I’d offered to let Arial have that side so she’d be closer to the bathroom when she had to go pee at night. She said she liked to sleep on her left side when I spooned up to her and she didn’t mind having to walk around the bed to get to the bathroom.

I turned on the lights in the bathroom and assumed the position in from of the commode. I had to grunt to get started and the first thing that came out was a little bit more white semen followed by a yellow stream. I couldn’t help but grim; Arial hadn’t got all of my second load.

It didn’t make sense to me that she wanted to suck me off and then swallow it. I’d tasted semen before, mine when I first tasted it at thirteen, Alex’s when I sucked him off, and Kerry’s a few times, and it wasn’t anything I wanted in my mouth on a regular basis. Why would she want to? She always said she liked the taste of it because it was from me but that was hard to believe.

Maybe there was some truth in what Kieran had said, that she did it because she didn’t want me going to somebody else. Maybe it was just one way she could show she loved me and she did it because she knew I liked it. She didn’t have to swallow it though. I don’t care if she spits it out on my stomach or in a towel like she sometimes does. I’ve told her that often enough.

Maybe she really does like it because it comes from me. I know I like getting my tongue in her pussy and the taste and smell of her juices don’t bother me. I guess they just make me hornier. I suppose I like doing it as much as she likes me doing it to her. Maybe she really does like sucking me off and swallowing once in a while.

I flushed, put the seat back down, and started to leave the bathroom. My hand was on the light switch when the sight of Arial stopped me. She was still on her left side, her back to me, with the sheet over her ankles and her nightgown pulled up to her waist. Her left leg was straight, her right one was bent, and everything between them was clearly visible in the light from the bathroom.

I stood there looking at her, marveling at the beauty of what I saw. I couldn’t see her stomach and, from my perspective, she could still be the woman she was before I got her pregnant. I know there’s nothing in this world more entrancing than the body of a young woman, most young women, and Arial is the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t take my eyes off her rear end.

The profile of her right hip was a curve more faultless and exquisite than anything I ever drew in my geometry class. The skin covering her right buttock, no, not her buttock, just the right half of her fanny - she never called it her butt - was flawlessly smooth and creamy looking. In the middle of her fanny I could clearly see her asshole and that’s not the word for it because it doesn’t fit, maybe her pink pucker as Kerry once called it, maybe her rosebud as I like to call it, a beautiful hairless little puckered circle between her cheeks. 

I’d had my dick in her rosebud just once, when Kerry and I made a sandwich with her. I didn’t have any desire to have it in her that way again. She’d told me more than once that every part of her belonged to me and that I could have it any time I wanted it. Maybe knowing that I could was enough and I was satisfied not to have it. 

Her pussy wasn’t as clearly illuminated but I could see the cleft mound with the two little wings of her inner lips just barely protruding. It was hard to believe that an opening was there large enough to accommodate the girth of my dick. My heart ached at the thought of it stretching enough to permit the entry of our son into the world.

Her left leg was straight and the skin on the inside of her thigh looked so smooth and soft. As many times as I’d had my hands, my cheeks, my mouth and tongue there, I knew it was as smooth and soft as any baby’s butt. 

I had said she was bad because she’d had her way with me, for whatever reason she wanted it. I knew she wasn’t bad, not in the slightest. She was still the most innocent girl, sprite, woman imaginable. From reading the survey data from Dad’s research, I knew what bad people were like, both boys and girls. She was open and honest about sex but there was nothing bad about her. She was as pure and innocent and beautiful and sweet and loving as anybody could be. 

I had told her I’d surrendered to love, to loving her, almost to worshipping her, and I knew it was true. If only I could let her reach into my heart and know how much I loved her, she’d never doubt me again. She would know I love her and I will love her forever.

“What are you doing, Brad?” she said, turning to look over her shoulder at me.

“Oh, nothing,” I answered and turned out the light in the bathroom.

I slid in behind her and spooned up to her again. I pulled the sheet over our hips, reached down and nestled my dick in between the cheeks of her fanny, moved a little closer, put my right leg over her left one, found her left breast with my right hand, stuck my face in her hair, and inhaled the smell of her clean hair.

“Good night, Arial,”   I whispered. “I love you with all my heart.”

I moved my hand down to her belly and rubbed it.

“Good night, Brandon,” I whispered. “Thanks for being good while I was loving your mother.”

Perhaps he felt my hand. He moved around inside Arial and then was still again.

“He said goodnight, Dad,” Arial whispered.

“Uh huh, sure he did,” I whispered back.


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