THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Ten

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

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart

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(KIERAN)

I herded the kids back into the car while Siobhan stood looking at the beautiful old Victorian house. Framed by huge trees on each side, beautifully painted in all the colors of the rainbow, the house had an unreal fairy-tale look to it. When Siobhan and the kids were settled, I drove down the dirt road to one side of the house, past three small rustic buildings, to the one I’d reserved for us.

“Well, there it is. Our luxurious weekend retreat. What do you think?”

“Kieran, it looks…it’s… well, it looks like a tobacco barn.”

“It was, years ago. But just wait ‘til you see the inside.”

I had been looking for a place in the country but close to home where we could take the kids for a weekend. A friend at work told me of a place where he’d taken his family. It was like a bread and breakfast place, out in the country, and it catered especially to families with young kids. I checked it out and it looked like exactly what I wanted. The guy who told me about the place said it was a family place, run by a husband and wife, both in their forties, and four kids. He said the husband did all the cooking and it was almost gourmet food.

I decided to let it be a surprise to Siobhan and the kids. I told them only that we’d be out in the country and all we had to take was stuff like jeans and sweatshirts and sneakers. I took off from work early on Friday afternoon and we were at our weekend destination before five o’clock.

Siobhan was impressed with the beautifully-restored Victorian house where we checked in. It was a huge old house with a wide porch on three sides and with rocking chairs scattered around the porch. Inside, on the left of the center hall, we saw a living room with beautiful antiques and a big stone fireplace, with a wood fire burning. To the left, we saw a dining room with two huge tables and small tables against the wall. There was a desk in the center hall with a bell to ring to call for help. When the woman, the wife, told us we’d be in Cabin 4 to the left of the house, I think Siobhan was disappointed that we wouldn’t be staying in the house.

I drove down the dirt road to the left of the house and we saw a small lake or pond with people fishing and four cabins or houses under the huge hardwood trees on the hillside. Each of the guest cottages was different but they all looked old and simple. The first one was a small tin-roofed house with board and batten siding. The second one, with the same sort of roof and siding, looked like it had been a barn of some kind. I knew they had all been moved from some other location and reconstructed on the hillside. My friend had recommended the one I’d requested for us.

I parked and we sat looking at the cabin or barn or house, whichever it was. It was constructed of logs, tightly caulked with something white. From where we were parked, I could see one small window on one side and an entryway on the side near us with a large planked cover that slid in a metal track at the top.

“Kieran, I thought you said this was going to be luxurious,” Siobhan said. “I didn’t think we’d be roughing it in something like this.”

I looked at her and she didn’t look like she was happy with what I’d done. “Just wait,” I said. 

I helped the kids out again and they led the way over the stones leading to the entry. There was nothing to indicate how to get inside except for a rustic lever to one side of the planked cover. I pulled the lever down and heard the hum of a motor start up. The cover slowly slid ten feet or so to one side and there was a door with beautiful stained glass in the top. I used the key I’d been given and we all went inside.

We entered a central hallway with doors leading off to both the right and left. I opened one and found a small bedroom with two sets of bunk beds that would sleep four and an antique chest against the wall under the single window. I let Siobhan open the other door. It led to the bathroom. There was a huge Jacuzzi on one side, a commode and bidet against another, and a counter with two sinks on the third. Shelves over the commode and bidet had stacks of clean white towels. Baskets on the counter held caches of soap and other toiletries. I looked at Siobhan and saw she was smiling.

“Just wait,” I said.

“I want a tub like that in our new house,” she said.

We went down the rest of the hallway and into the one huge room that occupied the rest of the house. I crossed to the far wall and pulled the heavy drapes back and light filled the room. The wall was largely four sets of French doors opening out to a screened porch and overlooking the lake. Most of the furniture looked like antiques except for the two large couches. A king-size bed dominated one end of the room. Someone with decorating skills had done their magic on the furnishings. I looked at Siobhan again and she was smiling even more.

“It is luxurious, Kieran,” she said. “Thanks for bringing us.”

“I’m putting a king-size bed like that on my want list,” I said.

We heard the loud clang of a bell and I knew what that meant. The bell was rung at five-thirty every day to remind guests that dinner would be served at six o’clock. We walked back and saw other people on the porch and kids playing under the trees in the yard. Kavan and Arial were eager to play too; they were never shy in meeting other kids. I’d carried Kerry part of the way back so I put him down to play too.

Dinner was an Italian buffet - spaghetti with meatballs and sausage, lasagna, vegetables and salads and bread. The smell of the bread alone was enough to make me hungry. I suppose it affected Siobhan and the kids the same way. We were all stuffed when we went back to the porch. Again, we sat and talked with the other guests while the kids played in the yard. Even though the day was a little cool, Kavan and Arial and Kerry were hot and sweaty from running wild when we finally walked back to our cabin.

As soon as we were back in the cabin, I started the water filling the Jacuzzi. Siobhan started stripping the kids and I pinned Kerry down and held him while I got him naked. I picked him up and sat him on the pot and he even peed with no protest. 

Kavan started to use the bidet to pee while Arial was sitting on the commode. I’d never used one and I don’t suppose it would have hurt to let him pee in it but I stopped him and explained that some grown ups liked to use it to wash.

“Wash what?” Arial asked, sitting there on the toilet with her legs demurely together. She started to reach for the toilet paper and Siobhan stopped her.

“Sit there just a minute,” she said. “I’ll show you. A lady should know how to use the bidet.”

She looked at the water controls, figured out how they worked, and adjusted the water temperature to her touch. She held out her hand to Arial.

“Now, come over here and sit down on it.”

Arial still wasn’t convinced it was a good idea.

“But I’ll get all wet if I sit on that,” she protested.

“It’s OK, Princess,” I said. “That’s the idea. You can let the water clean you instead of using toilet paper.”

By the time Siobhan and I undressed, all three of the kids had tried the bidet and decided they liked it. I think Kavan would have stayed there, legs spread, playing with his penis with the warm water spraying over it. He even popped a nice little boner while we all watched. After they’d all had a turn, they clamored for Siobhan to try it. She did and then I had to take a turn too to satisfy them. I didn’t pop a boner but it did feel good.

“Do you want one of these in your new house?” I asked Siobhan, sitting there.

She smiled down at me. “Not especially. There’re lots of other things I want more.”

I checked the water temperature in the Jacuzzi and turned the water jets on while everyone watched. I held out my hand to Siobhan and she took it and stepped in. I picked up Kerry, handed him to her and then helped Arial in next. When I offered my hand to Kavan, he pushed it to one side and crawled in by himself. I waited until they were half settled to see if there was a spot for me. There was, at the end of the tub opposite Siobhan. I even found I could stretch out my legs if I was careful where I put my feet. 

I think the kids would have stayed in the Jacuzzi all night. Siobhan and I loved it too but I got tired of kids squirming and playing and kneeing me in the wrong places while they tried to swim. I decided it was time to get them ready for bed.

We let Kavan and Arial dry off by themselves and they did OK on their fronts and left their backs to us. I held Kerry while Siobhan rubbed him all over with a towel so big we could have wrapped him up in it. We finally got to dry ourselves while Kavan and Arial started digging in the basket of toiletries on the counter. They started taking the different bottles out and sitting them on the counter. Kavan read out the names and what the contents were for and Arial separated them by use. 

“I want some spring garden lotion,” Arial said.

“I don’t want flowers,” Kavan said. “Find me something else.”

“What are you kids doing?” Siobhan asked.

“These are body lotions,” Arial said, gesturing at one group of small bottles. “We want to put some on us. Can we, please?”

“OK,” Siobhan said, “each of you pick a bottle and bring it to the bed.”

She took another big towel off the rack and led the procession into the bedroom. The kids didn’t just pick a bottle; Kavan and Arial brought four little hands full; even Kerry brought two little bottles. I helped Siobhan turn down the comforter and blanket on the king-size bed and she spread the big towel out in the middle of the bed.

“OK, she said, “who’s first?”

Arial said Kerry and nobody objected so I picked him up, sat him down on the towel, and the kids crawled up on the bed. When they were settled, Siobhan lay down on one side and I went around the bed and got in on the other side.

I suppose Kerry had no idea what we were doing but he quieted down as soon as Kavan and Arial stated rubbing him on his stomach and chest with lotion. Arial lingered a little too long rubbing him between his fat little legs and he sprung a nice little erection. Arial started giggling and Kerry had a big grin on his face. I grabbed him, rolled him over on his stomach, held out one hand, and Kavan squirted lotion on my palm. I rubbed Kerry’s beautiful little butt for a minute and them left him to the mercies of Kavan and Arial. They rubbed him from feet to neck while he lay quietly for a change. When they stopped, he flipped back over and his boner was still there, angled up over his stomach. Arial giggled again and then used one finger to press it down against his stomach. When she let it go, she said “sproing,” and it sprang back up at the same angle over his stomach. All I could do was shake my head, wondering where she got such ideas.

Kavan wanted to go next and Arial let him. He stretched out on his stomach and Siobhan and Arial and I rubbed him from feet to neck too. Arial did his butt and I don’t know which of them enjoyed it more. When he flipped over, he had a nice boner too, about three inches of dick, if I counted the foreskin sticking out at the tip. He grinned proudly at all of us, as he always did when he had a hard-on. We rubbed lotion on his front side too but nobody put anything on his protrusion. Finally he told us to what he wanted. “Do my dick too, somebody.” Arial didn’t hesitate. She did his dick too, rubbing lotion all over his little penis and scrotum. I looked at Siobhan and she was grinning just as big as I was.

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Just wait, little boy; I’ll do your dick after the kids are in bed.”

“Sproing me too, Arial,” Kavan said. She did, not once but a number of times. I wondered if it were possible for her to give him an orgasm because he was evidently enjoying it. We might have found out if Kerry hadn’t started helping put the lotion on Kavan. Siobhan put a little on his hand and he slapped Kavan on the stomach with his open hand and then tried to crawl on top of him. Siobhan decided it was time to do the next one. “It’s Arial’s turn now.”

Arial stretched out on her stomach first, with her face turned toward me. I started on her back but she told me what she wanted. “Rub my butt, Dad.” I rubbed her butt while Kavan did her back and Siobhan did her legs. I watched as she closed her eyes. From the look on her face, I knew she liked it too. 

Kerry crawled onto Arial’s back, sat down, and bounced up and down a few times. He started saying “Giddiyup,” bouncing, and then saying it again. It was the same thing I said when I gave him a ride on my back. Arial didn’t giddiyup and he rolled off and started trying to crawl on my back. I wrestled him down and around and held him still.

Arial turned over and stretched out and waited for us to do her front. Siobhan and Kavan and I did her chest and stomach and legs. When Kavan started to reach between her legs, she spread them just a little for him, but Siobhan caught and held his hand just in time. I’d been avoiding that area and I suppose I wasn’t sure why. Arial raised her head and looked at her Mother. Kavan had a quizzical look on his face. 

“You mustn’t rub Arial down there with lotion, Kavan,” Siobhan said. “It’s OK to put it on your penis but you mustn’t put it in Arial’s vagina. It’s very sensitive there, like your eyes, and it might burn.”

I guess I felt a sense of relief. I hadn’t been bothered at all when I rubbed lotion on her soft smooth little butt. I’d held her lots of times with my hand on her fanny, occasionally when she was naked, but I usually avoided touching her between her legs except when I was bathing her. Even then I usually touched her with a washcloth. It just seemed like something I shouldn’t do.

“It’s Mom’s turn now,” I said. 

We all gave Siobhan’s back and butt and legs a good rubbing with lotion. When she turned over, I started with her breasts and Kavan decided to help me. I wondered if he knew what it meant when her nipples stood up. She kept her legs together but nobody tried to rub her between the legs.

I wasn’t sure whether I should take a turn. My dick was half swollen but still hanging down. I knew it wouldn’t take much to make it change its angle. Siobhan and the kids started on my back and even let Kerry get on me and try to get me to giddiyup. I wasn’t about to move. It felt too good. I did move a couple of times when I lifted my hips a little to let my dick change its position as it got hard.
 
“OK, turn over now, Dad,” Arial said. I didn’t move.

“Come on, Dad, turn over,” Kavan said. I didn’t move.

“Kieran, turn over,” Siobhan said.

“I can’t,” I said.

“Why not?” Siobhan asked, but she giggled and I knew she knew why.

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Not yet, Dad,” Arial said, “We’ve got to do your front.”

“No, I can’t. I’m tired and it’s just so hard to turn over.”

Siobhan giggled again. She knew what I meant.

“Kieran, I thought you weren’t going to hide anything from the kids,” she said.

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“Mom, make him turn over,” Arial said, giggling. “I’ll bet his dick’s stiff like Kavan’s was. Why doesn’t he want us to see it? Kavan didn’t mind.”

“Turn over, Kieran,” Siobhan said, laughing. “The kids have seen it stiff before.”

“I don’t think they need to start sproinging my dick too.”

“Oh, turn over, Dad,” Arial said. “I won’t sproing you.” She was still giggling and I knew better than to trust her.

“Come on, Kieran,” Siobhan said. “Turn over. Are you ashamed to let your kids see you? You said you weren’t going to be.”

I turned over and looked around. I saw three sets of eyes looking at my dick. Kerry was trying to stand on his head and his butt was in the air and he couldn’t have cared less what we were doing. I had a real boner, about as stiff as it ever gets, and it was standing up at an angle over my stomach.

Siobhan reached over, pushed it down against my stomach, and let it go. As it sprang back up, she said, “sproing,” and then she and Kavan and Arial erupted into laughter. 

“You’re a traitor!” I yelled.

“Well, I didn’t say I wouldn’t sproing you,” Siobhan said, and she reached toward it again. I tried to swat her hand away but I was a little slow the second time. I was even slower the third time. And the fourth.

Arial and Kavan started trying to get to me, yelling “My turn.” I tried to fight them off but they wouldn’t leave me along until they sproinged me a few times each. Siobhan finally came to my rescue.

“Alright, you kids settle down, now,” she said. “We’re going to turn the lights out and get quiet and then you’re going to bed.”

“Can I sleep on the top bunk, Mom?” Kavan asked.

“May I,” Siobhan said. 

He looked puzzled. We usually tried to correct his grammar but we’d never bothered with this one.

“Can I means you’re asking if you’re able to, Kavan,” I said. “May I means you want permission. Which is it?”

“I don’t know, Dad,’’ he said. “I just want to sleep on the top bunk.”

“Sure, Son,” I said, “the top bunk is yours.”

I rolled off the bed and turned out the lights. When I opened the drapes in front of the French doors, I could see an almost-full moon shining on the lake down the hill. I went back to the bed and sat down, looking out. Siobhan moved over beside me and the kids crawled over and sat down too. Kerry almost fell off the bed and I grabbed him and held him while we all sat quietly and looked at the lake.

“You kids lay down now and be quiet,” Siobhan said. “Your Dad and I are going to make up a story for you and then we’ll let you go to bed. OK?”

When they were all settled, I pulled up the blanket and hugged Arial and Kavan to me while Siobhan held Kerry. We made up a silly story that involved the shenanigans of, what else, three small kids. It wasn’t long before Kerry was asleep and Arial and Kavan were yawning. They didn’t protest when we took them to bed. I carried Kerry into the small bedroom and put him in a bottom bunk. Kavan climbed up the ladder to a top bunk like it was nothing new and flopped. Arial crawled in below Kavan and held out her arms for a good night kiss.

When we went back in the big room to our bed, I started to pull the drapes closed.

“Leave them open,” Siobhan whispered. I turned and looked at her. The hair on her head and between her thighs looked black in the dim light. I stood looking at her, my heart to full to do anything else.

When she got in the bed, I followed and we lay quietly close to each other, her head on my shoulder, my arm around her shoulders. She started playing with the few hairs in the middle of my chest, something she often did when we were quiet together. I was in no hurry to do anything. I knew what we’d do before the night was over.

 “I don’t really believe you,” Siobhan whispered suddenly, out of nowhere. I didn’t know what she was talking about.

“About what?” I whispered back.

“About how innocent you were when Lauren initiated you. From the way you told it, you were like a choirboy until that afternoon and then Lauren turned you into the world’s greatest lover.”

“I never said I was the greatest, just one of the greatest.” 

“Well, I don’t know what teenage boys are really like but I’ve heard enough to have a pretty good idea. From what I’ve heard there’s a lot of what might be called dirt and darkness in boys just after puberty, more than there is goodness and light. I’ve heard some of you would fuck the crack in a door and then slam it to get off.”

“Yeah, well, I was certainly no angel. I jerked off so much I wondered if I was normal. I might do it a half dozen times in one day and I’d wake up with a hard-on the next morning and it would be just as hard to live with as it was on the previous day.”

“How about fooling around with other boys?” Siobhan asked.

“No, except for Paul and Lauren, my sex life was pretty ordinary,” I responded. “I played soccer and tried out for the track team until I found out I never would run fast enough to be a winner. We all showered together and somebody would pop a boner just about every time. After a while, we got used to it. When somebody finally got up the nerve to jack off in front of the others, we all started doing it once in a while. There would be a dozen or so of us in a hot, steamy shower, whacking off all at once.”

“Is that as far as it went?”

“That’s all I know about,” I said. “High-school kids can be pretty vicious, you know. None of us wanted to be called fags or queers.”

“But when Lauren and Paul invited you to play with them, didn’t things get a little more raunchy? I’m talking about what went on with you and Lauren and Paul for the next few months,” she asked. “And I want you to be totally honest about it. A threesome like this has some interesting possibilities. I’d bet there were some games involving all three of you.”

“Are you sure you want to hear it?” I asked. “I did things I’d never done before. Some of it, I’ve never done since. Some of it might shock you, to know your choir-boy husband was doing stuff like that.”

“Tell me,” she whispered. “I’d like to hear all the dirt, all the good juicy stuff, all the things we’ve never done, especially that.”

I told it, whispering to her as we lay there in the big bed with the moonlight shining down on the porch outside and in the French doors.

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Paul and Lauren and I finished our work about mid-day. Lauren asked us to watch the baby while she showered. When she came back a few minutes later, she was nude, toweling her hair dry. It was the first time I’d seen her nude in Paul’s presence.

“The hot water’s run out. Why don’t you two go down to the creek to wash, while I feed the baby?  When you get back, we’ll have lunch and then maybe relax in the sun for a while.”

I looked at her breasts, noticing that they seemed smaller and firmer, not heavy and swollen like they were when I’d last seem them. Lauren noticed my look and said, “I weaned the baby about a month ago. She’s on a bottle and baby food now. It makes a difference, doesn’t it?”  She cupped her hands under her breasts, holding them up for Paul and me to enjoy looking.

Paul looked at me and grinned, then sat down and took off his boots. I followed his lead. He didn’t hesitate to pull off his jeans. I stood for a moment, unsure, until Lauren nodded at me.

“Go on, Kieran,” she said. “We’ve both seen you naked before and you’ve seen us. You gotta learn to relax with us. We’ve both agreed on this. We want to have fun this weekend - all of us. And more weekends this summer and fall.”

She went back inside for a moment, while I pulled off my jeans and shorts. She came back with a bar of soap and two towels. She looked first at me, up and down, then at her husband.

“You two could be brothers,” she said, “or maybe father and son.”

We walked down the hillside, following a path between the boulders. Near the creek was a flat grassy area that looked like it had been recently mowed. The creek water was still cold. Paul waded out to the deepest areas, about waist deep, ducked under, and came up shivering. I was still standing, the water only at mid-thigh. Paul moved toward me and, before I could resist, pulled me into the deeper water, and pushed me under. When I came up, he grabbed me again, pinned my arms to my sides, laughing, and tried to duck me again. This time I resisted, my legs spread wide, determined to take him with me if he succeeded. We kept wrestling until we both almost had hard-ons. When Paul grabbed my cock, I grabbed his and yelled, “Pull.” Paul finally gave up and waded back to the bank of the creek looking for the soap. I waded back to the shallower water and we both used the soap to scrub away the sweat and dirt of our morning work. This time we both waded into the deeper water to rinse off.

We lay on the grass, enjoying the sun, while Paul told me about his infertility problems. It had something to do with the motility of his sperm. He told me about all the medical procedures they’d tried before finally deciding to use a sperm donor for their first baby. It finally dawned on me that they wanted to use a sperm donor for their second baby too. They wanted me not only to donate the sperm but also to implant it the old fashioned way. Paul told me Lauren had a normal period after my first time with her and they wanted me to try again.

He made sure that I understood I’d never be recognized legally as the father. I thought about what he was asking, how I felt about both of them, and how the baby would grow up. I agreed and promised to keep my mouth shut about it.

“There’s something else I hope you’ll agree with, Kieran,” Paul added. “Lauren and I like every kind of sexual activity. You’ve already done some of them with Lauren. But she wants us to get involved with each other too. I don’t want to fuck you and I don’t want your big dick up my ass. But she said there’s nothing wrong with us touching each other. She asked me if I’d get you involved in oral sex – between us. She wants to watch us.”

“Paul, you’ve gotta be kidding.” I said, sort of thinking out loud. “You’ve just asked me to get your wife pregnant and to suck your dick in the same afternoon.”

“Yeah, that’s right, but I’ll suck your dick all afternoon if Lauren asks me. And I’d be glad to impregnate your wife someday if I just could.”

I looked at Paul, wondering if he was joking. When I saw the tears glistening in his eyes, I finally realized how difficult this was for him.

I stood up and held out my hand to him. When he stood, I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around him and just held him for a minute or so, my body pressed against his, my cheek against his.

“I’m guess you two have thought this through,” I said. “If you’re sure it’s what you want, then I’ll do anything you ask.”

When we got back to the cabin, Lauren was just finished feeding the baby. “I’ll put her to bed now,” she said. “She should sleep a good part of the afternoon.”

We had lunch at the picnic table on the deck, the first time I had ever had a meal in the nude. Paul and Lauren were both relaxed about it and I guessed that it was something they did often at the cabin.

Afterwards, I helped Paul bring two mattresses outdoors, laying them out on the deck side by side, directly in the sun. Lauren brought out some old quilts and we all spread them on the mattresses.

Lauren immediately lay down in the center, on her stomach. When Paul chose her left side, I lay down on the right, my arms down to my sides. The warmth from the sun felt good on my body. I always enjoyed lying in the sun at home but this was the first time I’d ever done it in the nude. Lauren’s face was turned toward me and I studied it for a moment and then closed my eyes.

I felt Lauren move beside me as she took my hand in hers. A few minutes later she released my hand and I felt the palm of her hand on my ass. Her fingertips moved gently over me. When I lay down, my cock had been soft and pointed downward. Now, as it tried to swell, it became uncomfortable in that position. I rose up far enough from the mattress to insert one hand and bring it to an upward position. At the same time, I lifted my head slightly to look toward Paul. His face was turned in my direction, eyes closed. I closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted.

A minute later, Lauren rose up on her knees. “I want you two to move closer together,” she said. We both did as she instructed, awkwardly, still on our stomachs, while Lauren placed her knees over my left leg and over Paul’s right. Paul and I were only inches apart.

“Why are you both so afraid to touch each other?” she asked. “I love to feel your hands on me. I know you love it when I touch you. Why do you always keep just that little distance between you?”

I watched through half-closed eyes for Paul to make the first move. Instead, Lauren started us off by lifting Paul’s hand and placing it on my ass. I could feel her guiding his hand around at first, until Paul began to move on his own. Next, Lauren did the same thing with me, lifting my arm so that it lay over Paul’s, bringing my hand down on his ass. 

I looked directly into Paul’s eyes for a moment, then upwards toward Lauren. She was watching us, moving her gaze alternately between us. At length, she seemed satisfied with what she saw.

“Now, turn over,” she said.

Paul and I both did it at the same time, awkward again, trying to find where to rest our adjacent arms. I ended up with one arm curved around, resting on my stomach, the other bent upward, behind my head. Lauren straddled our adjacent legs again.

My cock had been semi-tumescent when I was on my stomach. Now, it began to swell, moving across my stomach until the head pointed toward my navel. I watched Paul’s dick react the same way, as though we were in a race to see who could become erect first. I could see Paul looking down at me, watching too. Lauren, on her knees, looking down on both of us, seemed fascinated by the process. The race ended in a dead heat, as our cocks lifted up off our stomachs at almost the same moment.

Lauren leaned back, sitting on our legs, and took my cock in her right hand and Paul’s in her left. She stroked both of us up and down a few times. She handled Paul’s circumcised cock gently when her encircling fingers touched the head. But she seemed confused with mine, watching as the foreskin skid over the head of my cock as she stroked upward. When she leaned over Paul and took the head of his cock in her mouth, I watched as she sucked on it and teased it, licking around the rim with her tongue. After a minute or so, she leaned over me and started sucking on the head of my cock while she stroked up and down.

She straightened up for a moment, reaching for my hand and Paul’s at the same time. She tried to sort out the right combination for our arms to cross. I realized that she wanted me to put my hand on Paul and so I helped her, curling my hand around her husband’s cock. At the same time, Paul put his hand on my cock. She watched, smiling down at us. I began to stroke Paul’s cock and felt him do the same. Lauren leaned over further, one hand on Paul’s chest, the other on mine, and kissed Paul first, open-mouthed, me second, teasing my tongue with hers. She moved downward again, her hands on my testicles and on Paul’s, while she again alternated between my cock and Paul’s with her mouth.

Lauren asked me to lay back and close my eyes. I could feel Paul move away from me. Seconds later, I felt a warm mouth engulf the head of my cock, while somebody’s hand pulled down on the skin on the shaft. I felt the flush of sexual heat as the mouth kept closing on my glans while a tongue teased the area under the head. I guess I was aware that the mouth could really belong to either Paul or Lauren but I didn’t care which it was. After a few minutes, I lifted my head and opened my eyes. Paul and Lauren were taking turns.

I sat up and then pushed Paul down on his back. Lauren looked at me and I nodded. We both went to work on Paul. It was a first for me but I had already learned how I liked to have my cock sucked so I just did that to Paul. I pulled his balls downward to tighten the skin on his cock. With one deep breath, I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the head of Paul’s cock. I sucked on it and pulled my lips up at the same time. I heard Paul gasp so I kept on doing the same thing. Lauren watched intently. When I straightened up, she moved in and did the same thing to Paul.

Lauren and I alternated for a few minutes. I wondered what I would do if he came in my mouth. But then Lauren pushed me down beside Paul, lying in the opposite direction. I knew what she wanted so I reached out and held Paul’s cock so I could reach it with my mouth. A few seconds later, I felt him do the same thing to me. Now I began to wonder what Paul would do if I came in his mouth.

“Damn,” Lauren said, “that’s sexy. You’ve got me so hot that both of you boy scouts are going to have to piss on my campfire to put it out.”

I would have sworn I could have felt the sperm swimming up out of my balls and the rest of my semen getting ready to propel them out of my prostrate gland. I knew I had to stop or I’d lose one good chance of getting Lauren pregnant.

“I can’t take it any more,” I said looking at Lauren. “I’m going to come if Paul doesn’t stop.”

Lauren immediately lay down on her back, her legs bent akimbo, her arms reaching for me. I could see the red, glistening lips and inner flesh of her cunt.

“O.K., baby, come to Mama,” Lauren said.
      
I moved over her, rubbed the head of my cock up and down between the glistening lips of her cunt, and then held it poised at the entrance. I looked first at Paul and then at her.

“I’m no baby,” I said, “I’m a fucking maniac – and I’m going to give you a baby - if you’re sure that’s what you want.

Lauren said, “Fuck me,” and Paul nodded and I slid it into her in two or three quick pushes. I rested when my balls nestled up against her ass cheeks, savoring the feeling of my cock encased in her living flesh. Quickly, the need to feel more came over me and I began to slide my cock in and out of her. In less than a minute, I was pounding into her. Then I felt my semen boiling up out of me and I shoved it in to the hilt and gave her the entire load.

For a minute or so, I lay on top of Lauren, my weight on her, my face nuzzling into the area between her neck and shoulder. When I finally looked up, Paul was on his knees beside us, stroking his cock. I moved aside, looked down at Lauren, and asked, “Are you ready for your boy scout husband?”

She nodded and Paul started to move over her. She pushed him back and turned around, on her hands and knees, with her ass up in the air. Paul immediately moved behind her, held his cock with one hand, and slid into the cunt that I had just left sloppy with my semen.

I moved so that I could watch the action. Paul started off just as I had, slowly sliding in and out. I could see a white froth of something, my semen or her lubrication, coating the shaft of his cock and the lips of Lauren’s cunt. My cock had not lost all of its hardness after fucking her and I could feel it begin to engorge again. I reached down and began to stroke it as I usually did, sliding the skin up and down without touching the glans. Paul watched me while I watched what he was doing to his wife. He was almost as quick on the trigger as I was because he quickly shoved his cock in all the way and threw his head back in the sweet agony and ecstasy of blasting out another load.

When he pulled out, Lauren started to stretch out on her stomach but I said one word, “Wait.”  Paul moved out of the way and I moved in. Her cunt was totally open, blood-red flesh flecked with white come, and I slid into her in one slow motion this time. I held her by both her hips and began to give it to her without restraint. Each time I shoved it all the way in, I could her grunt as though someone had hit her in the stomach. Paul knelt just beside us, watching as though in a trance. I glanced at his cock and saw that it had stayed at almost full erection too. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it, watching us.

Then he stood up and threw one leg over Lauren’s back, straddling her. I looked up and saw that he was watching my cock slide in and out of his wife. But when I looked down, I saw that his cock was directly in front of my face. I knew what he wanted but I wasn’t sure that I could do it.

He must have sensed my reluctance because he placed one hand on the back of my head, held his cock out toward me with the other, and pulled my head toward his cock. I looked at it, red and almost bruised looking, veins standing out all along the shaft, shining with a coat of Lauren’s juices combined with my come. And I opened my mouth.

I resumed my hip motions, letting Lauren have all of my length at once. Paul, thankfully, was more restrained. He began to fuck my mouth, holding my head, but only pushing in a few inches of his cock. I was totally lost in a red flush of lust by now. I started sucking on the glans of Paul’s cock as strongly as I could, timing that at the same rhythm as my cock sliding into Lauren. I reached up with one hand and held Paul’s balls, pulling down on them slightly. Within a minute or so, I knew I was coming again. I shoved my cock into her depths one more time and let out a loud grunt. As I came in Lauren’s cunt, spurting another load of semen against her cervix, Paul began to come in my mouth, spurting his load against the back of my throat. I almost gagged but I took a deep breath and swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.

When Paul let go of my head, I pulled my cock out of Lauren and collapsed on the mattress. I looked first at Paul and then at Lauren.

“Sheeiitt,” I said. “I can’t believe what I just did.”

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Siobhan interrupted me. “Kieran, I can’t believe you sucked him off and then swallowed. You gotta be kidding.”

“And why not? I was sixteen and hot and horny and I’d’ve sucked him off twice just to get to fuck his wife.”

“Well, I can understand the hot and horny part,” she said. “I’m horny too. I want you to lick my cunt until I come and then shove that sproingy dick of yours in me and fuck me ‘til you come. Can you do that tonight?”

“Sproingy dick? Where did she get the idea dicks can be sproingy?”

“I don’t know, Kieran,” she said. “You told me not to worry if they played with each other. I guess she’s been playing sproingy with Kavan’s dick.”

“Well, you didn’t have to do a sproingy with my dick while they were watching.”

“I thought you weren’t going to be ashamed of a little sex play in front of them.”

“I’m trying but they amaze me already. Think what they’re going to be like in ten years.”

“Horny teens. Did you really suck Paul’s dick or were you just making that up?”

“I told you I’d suck dick to get a good fuck. Maybe I’d do it again if I had to. You’ll never know, will you?”

“I guess not.”

I rolled over, swung one leg over her, and straddled her thighs. I took my dick in my hand and pulled it down until it was pressed against her stomach. I let it go and it rebounded a couple of times before it settled at an angle to my stomach.

“Sproing,” I said. “You ready for a little sex play?”

“Eat me,” she said.”

I took my dick in my hand and, while she watched, slapped her on the stomach with it a couple of times.

“OK.”

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Saturday was a perfect day to play with the kids. The weather was cool but the sky was a cloudless blue and the sun was shining. We ate breakfast at one of the huge tables in the big building with two other families, fourteen of us crowded around it, six adults and eight kids. It was bedlam and I loved every minute of it.

A note of the door invited us on a guided walk at nine o’clock. The oldest son, about eighteen, took us through a hardwood forest with some beautiful old trees, along a path beside the stream which fed the lake, and then, in a circle, back to the big house. The young man carried either Kerry or another small kid part of the way, never complaining. I knew how heavy Kerry could get after I’d carried him a while and I was grateful.

Lunch was fix-it-yourself sandwiches and we ate on the porch of the house. Afterward we let our kids play with the others in the front yard. They ran wild again while the parents sat in the rocking chairs and tried to carry on a conversation over their screams. I knew Kerry would get fussy without a nap so Siobhan and I took our three back to our barn about mid-afternoon.

We walked back to the big house for a dinner of beef stew with homemade bread. It was close enough for gourmet cuisine for me and everybody else seemed to think so too. We sat on the porch and talked while the kids played again. It was a day of nothing much but I think we couldn’t have wanted anything more, a perfect day.

We played in the Jacuzzi again and then took turns getting rubbed all over with lotion again. Kavan and Kerry and I all got sproingy dicks again and I didn’t try to hide mine. We all giggled and laughed a lot and acted silly and just had fun for a while. Finally Siobhan and I added another chapter to the story of the three kids and put them to bed.   

I suppose I expected Siobhan to ask me to continue with my story too. She did. We curled up together and I told her about the rest of the weekend with Paul and Lauren.

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Late in the afternoon, Paul and Lauren and I sat on the deck, talking, playing with their baby girl, drinking wine, nibbling on bread and cheese and olives and apples. We stayed there until the light had almost faded. When the evening developed a slight chill, we all went in. Paul and I came back dressed in jeans and shirt. Lauren stayed inside and Paul said she was probably feeding the baby and putting her down for the night. When she came back, I brought up the subject of what we had done. 

“The stuff we did this afternoon, I’ve never done anything like that before,” I said.

“Do you mean everything we did or something specific?” Paul asked.
      
“That’s the first time I’ve sucked another man’s dick,” I said. “And I would never have believed I’d let him come in my mouth and I’d swallow it.”

“Women do it all the time,” Lauren said. “Some love to do it and some do it out of love for the man. I’ve done it enough to know it won’t kill you. Hell, it won’t even get you pregnant. I learned that in high school.”

I looked at Paul, waiting for his reaction. He just grunted and said, “Yep, we were in high school together. We were into oral sex before we were in the eleventh grade and it was months later before I got my dick in her pussy. I went into the military when I graduated and we got married a couple of years later.”

Lauren stood up first, holding out one hand to Paul, the other to me. Inside the cabin, Paul locked the glass doors and Lauren pulled heavy drapes across them. She led us to one of the bedrooms and turned on the light. I saw one queen-size mattress on the floor in a corner. Lauren opened an old trunk and pulled out quilts and a blanket.

“Spread these on the bed, quilts first and then the blanket on top,” she said. When Paul and I were finished, she began to pull out pillows. She pitched them to Paul and me and we threw them on the mattress.

Paul took an old kerosene lamp off a shelf above the mattress, lit it, and adjusted the flame. As he put the lamp back on the shelf, Lauren turned off the electric lights. The room was almost in darkness, with just enough light to see each other.

I stood, waiting, my heart pounding with anticipation, not knowing what to expect, maybe not caring what we did, ready to do anything.

Lauren walked up to me, took my by the hand, and led me over to Paul. She took his hand in hers. “Take his other hand,” she said. I didn’t know whether she was talking to me or to Paul but we both reached out at the same time.

“Women are creatures of fantasy,” she whispered, looking first into my eyes, then into Paul’s. “We called upon our goddess to create men, to serve our needs and to satisfy our pleasures. Tonight it is my fantasy to have two men make love to me at the same time, to use you as I wish. Do you want to serve me?”

Paul and I both answered yes at the same time. I wanted to be as serious as she was but I couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Then you must follow my commands. You must first be purified in the smoke and fire. Then your face and body must be painted to strip away your old self. From that time, until I release you, you are not the man you think you are.”

From a box on the table, she took a bowl and a large cone of incense. Paul held a match until the tip began to glow and she put the incense in the bowl and sat it on the floor in the center of the three of us.

“Now we must stand naked before each other,” Lauren said. “As we shed out clothes, we strip away old identities, to prepare ourselves to be other than what we were. The two will assist the one, first you,” and she nodded at me, “and then you,” and she nodded at Paul.

Paul pulled my knit shirt over my head. When he was finished, Lauren unsnapped the catch on my jeans and pulled the zipper down. When she stooped to pull my jeans down, she pulled then down slowly, tantalizingly slow, watching as my penis and testicles were gradually revealed. She caught me behind the knee, to signal me to step out of first one leg of my jeans and then the other. Immediately I felt the first throbbing pulses as my cock began to lift in anticipation.

When she stood up, she turned toward Paul. I waited for her to take the lead. When she pulled his shirt over his head, I undid his jeans. When I pulled them down, his cock was semi-tumescent, his balls hanging low in his scrotum. I thought that they looked very nice, sort of relaxed and casual about this whole affair.

Paul and I then turned to her. Her shirt was buttoned so we both undid it, alternating on the buttons and then peeling it off her shoulders at the same time. Paul pulled the top of her jeans apart, waited for me to unzip them, and we both pulled them down.

“Now we must join our bodies in the fire,” she said. She picked up some scissors, reached toward my groin, and I instinctively pulled away. She giggled like a schoolgirl.

She trimmed the pubic hair on each side of my cock, catching the curls in her other hand. Then she handed the scissors to me and stooped in front of Paul with both of her hands cupped just under his testicles. On each side of his penis, I cut away some of the hair, letting it fall into her hands. I handed the scissors to Paul and stooped in front of her, holding my two hands cupped between her thighs. Paul snipped twice and I added the hair to the other clippings in her hands.

She stooped over the bowl with the incense in it and rubbed her hands together, gradually letting our combined hair fall down on the incense. The smell of burning hair mingled with that of the incense.

“Now we must bring the sacred smoke into out bodies,” Lauren said, as she opened a drawer in a small chest. She pulled out an old Prince Albert can and opened it. When she pulled out an oddly-shaped cigarette, I knew I was about to experience another first. She leaned over the incense bowl and lit the cigarette.

“Are you sure that’s a sacred herb or is it just pot?” I asked.

“It’s some damn good stuff Paul brought back from one of his trips. If you’re not used to it, take it slow until you see how it affects you,” she answered.

She pulled the smoke into her lungs, held it, released it, inhaled again, and handed the cigarette to me. I did as she had done, holding the smoke in my lungs as long as I could. I handed it to Paul and he did the same. At first, I thought that it was having no effect on me but by the time we had finished the cigarette, I felt light-headed, relaxed, and so horny I thought my hard cock would burst. By the time we finished the second, I knew it was damn good stuff.

“Now we must let the holy paints bring the other into us, Lauren said. “The two of you will join together in finding the creature I will become tonight.”

She opened a box containing tubes with different colors on each.

“These are made from natural vegetable oils and colors. They won’t hurt you, no matter where you put them. They wash away with soap and water,” she paused, “and they even taste good.”

She selected two tubes and handed one to Paul. As they removed the caps, she turned to me.

“Close your eyes while we change your face,” she said.

I shut my eyes and stood quietly, feeling fingertips first circling my eyes and then stroking over my forehead and cheeks.

“When you open your eyes, you will be a new creature, one that you know from your dreams,” she whispered. “You will be totally free from all restraints and inhibitions, a wild boy seeking to satisfy his hungers.”

I felt their fingertips this time on my chest, first circling my nipples and then drawing lines toward my shoulders and toward my stomach. When I felt someone’s fingertips on my cock, I wondered who was holding it, Paul or Lauren. I felt a stripe being painted down from my navel, down my stomach, just to the base of my cock.

Lauren and I let our imagination run wild while painting Paul. His face was unrecognizable. Then Paul and I painted Lauren; we were both laughing when we turned her breasts into eyes, her navel into a nose with a mouth just below and a chin sporting a van-dyke beard. All three of us ended up with a laughing fit that seemed impossible to stop.

At length, Lauren reached up to me and pulled my head down to hers and my mouth to hers. When she opened her mouth and started battling my tongue with hers, I thought of the tune about dueling banjos and somehow that seemed hilarious. I pulled away laughing and Lauren started kissing Paul. When she pushed Paul toward me, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to open my mouth to his. We both had trouble holding the kiss while still giggling.

We went around again, kissing each other. Then Lauren dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock in one hand and Paul’s in the other. She started slurping on one after the other. After a minute she flopped back on the mattress and said, “Now it’s your turn to pay homage to the goddess.” When she opened her legs wide, Paul and I both looked at her and then at each other. Paul said, “After you, sir.” I answered, “No, no, after you. I insist. My mother raised me to have good manners.”  We both started laughing again. Everything was hilarious.

When Lauren yelled, “Shut up! The question is not who goes first but who comes first,” that was even funnier and all three of us burst out in another fit of laughing.

Paul took my hand and dropped to his knees, pulling me down with him. He buried his face between her thighs and then I heard what I thought at first was a loud fart. It took me a minute to realize Paul had made the sound with his mouth against Lauren’s leg. When he said, “Thank god for a breath of fresh air,” it set off another round of laughing fits.

When my laughter subsided, I looked down at Lauren and her open thighs, at the dark pubic bush with the pink and coral lips below. I stretched out on my stomach lying between her legs, supporting myself on my elbows. I slid my hands up under Lauren’s butt and lifted her up until I brought her vulva up to my mouth. I took one long lick, starting just this side of her asshole, along the length of her vaginal lips, and up until I felt the bump of her clitoris under my tongue.

“If I’m going to eat pussy,” I laughed, “I’m going to do it my way.” And I repeated the licking, slurping noisily each time. Paul squatted down beside us and, when I came up for air, he took his turn, deliberately being as noisy as I was.

After a minute or so, Paul stopped and said, “Wait, I just remembered that if one eats pussy, it should be properly stuffed first.”  He lay down beside Lauren and then pulled her up and around until she figured out what he wanted.

She was sitting astride Paul, her face toward his feet, with Paul’s cock outstretched on his stomach toward her. He lifted her up by the waist and she reached down, held his cock steady, and lowered herself down on it. She leaned back and I looked down at the picture they presented: Paul’s legs spread just slightly, his balls hanging down between, his cock disappearing into Lauren, Lauren’s legs spread wider, her vaginal lips stretched round his cock, cock and cunt both glistening and almost red with blood. Then Lauren pulled back her vaginal lips with red-nailed fingers to show the pearl, if pearls are ever red, of her clitoris. And we were all still giggling. 

“O.K., now,” Paul said, “you can eat all the stuffed pussy you want.”

Again I stretched out on my stomach, between their legs. I held Paul’s balls in one hand and used my thumb and finger on the other to spread Lauren’s lips until her clitoris stood out, beet red and shining, totally out from under its hood. I licked up first one side and then the other, my tongue touching both the underside of Paul’s cock and the lips of Lauren’s vagina. Each time I ended up at Lauren’s clitoris.

“Come on, kid,” Paul said, “Let’s see how many orgasms we can give her before she begs us to stop.”

I concentrated on her clitoris. I sucked on it, as though trying to pull it into my mouth, and flicked my tongue up and down on it, repeating the sequence again and again. Shortly I heard Lauren gasp and I suppose Paul could tell what was happening with her since his cock could feel her contractions.

“That’s one,” Paul said.

I took a few deep breaths, relaxed for a minute, looking at the image just in front of me, and then slowly started back to the same routine. A little later, I heard Paul say, “That’s two.”

Evidently Paul had reached the stage where he was ready to come too. He began to lift his hips, thrusting upward into her again and again. I tried to get back into the action, to bring my mouth back to their juncture, but it was like trying to ride a bucking bull. It was no use so I just settled for licking furiously at her clit when Paul pushed it up into range.

A few seconds later, Paul grunted, “That’s three.” But I knew he was talking about his own orgasm, not Lauren’s. I could see his balls drawn up tight against the base of his cock and I knew what that meant. I straightened up on my knees, and said, “No fair, Lauren’s had two and you’ve had one and I haven’t had any.”

Paul squirmed out from under Lauren and let her down on the mattress beside him. She lay back on a pillow, her knees in the air, legs spread open. I could see Paul’s semen oozing out of her cunt, the first cream pie I had ever actually seen where the cream was poured by somebody else.

I needed no invitation. I moved up between her legs, my cock in one hand. When I felt the head seated between her drooling lips, I slid it into her in one slow continuous motion. Immediately I began giving her long hard thrusts, not caring how quickly I came.

But then Paul pulled a surprise on me. I felt his hand on my butt, his finger trying to insinuate between my cheeks. When I felt one finger pushing to gain entrance, I automatically recoiled and gave Lauren an extra-hard shove.

“Relax,” Paul said, “I’m not trying to prime you for fucking, kid. I want to show you something you might not know about your prostrate, I mean prostate, gland. Damn, my tangue is getting all toungled up.”

I held still while he pushed one finger into me. He felt around and evidently found the spot he was looking for. I felt an almost instantaneous need to come with an urgency I’d never felt before.

I started back at Lauren again, humping her while Paul pressed his finger against my prostate gland. Within seconds I reached a point where there was no holding it in. With the first contraction I think I almost fainted in pleasure. I shut my eyes, shoved my cock as deeply into Lauren as I could, and everything else faded away while I wallowed in the bliss of each spurt. When it finally stopped, I collapsed on top of Lauren, completely spent in more ways than one.

“Jeez loueez,” I said, “I think I blew my balls out.”

“Do you mean like a tire blowout?” Paul asked, sticking his head down between my legs. “Are they flat on the bottom? Let me look.”

That set off another round of hilarious laughter. I rolled off Lauren to one side and Paul lay on the other side. All three of us were covered with sweat. I could smell the sweat and cunt and come and hair and incense, permeating the room like a heavy fog. We all lay there panting for breath. My eyes were shut and I knew I could go to sleep quickly if I let it happen. I was just about to fade away when Lauren said, “You two are quite a team. Could I sign you up for a long-term contract?”

“No,” I answered, “I’m just on this job temporarily. When you’re pregnant, you and Paul can take over for the next twenty years. If you have a boy in nine months, you can name him after me.”

We rested a few minutes more and finally Lauren said, “I think I want a shower and then something cold to drink. Are you two too fucked out to get up and shower with me?”

Paul and I both groaned and followed her. We went down the stairs to the area under the house that served as a shower area. The hot water system, warmed by the sun, had recovered but Paul said we’d better not expect it to last very long.

Back upstairs, we fixed big glasses of sweetened iced-tea and pulled out the sandwich-making stuff. I drank one glass of tea and ate one sandwich before Paul and Lauren were half finished. When I started making another sandwich, they both watched me, smiling at each other.

“What?” I demanded, “I’m a growing boy and I think I just shot a few hundred calories today.”

We sat around for a while longer, talking about what we had just done.

“As the pot-heads say, that was some good shit we were smoking. I’ve never tried it before. Does it always affect you that way and make you think everything is funny?” I asked.

“No,” Paul responded, “it’s hard to predict how it’ll affect different people. Most do get relaxed and silly, some just get horny, a few get a little nasty and don’t care what they’re doing.”

“Do you smoke it regularly?” I asked, looking at Lauren.

“Nope, that’s the first we’ve had in a couple of years, since before we started trying to have our first baby. And if I’m pregnant anytime soon, I won’t use it again. I’ll make Paul leave it alone if I have to. We figured having you here with us was sort of a special occasion, one that might require something to make you lose your inhibitions. Did it work?”

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “But I sure hope I can have a little more sense when I finally get to fuck around with girls in the future.”

“You will,” Lauren said. “But for now, do you think you’re up to one more before we go to sleep?”

I looked at Paul and he looked at me. I took his hand and started leading him toward the bedroom. When we had gone a few steps, I looked back at Lauren and asked, “Are you coming too.”

“I sure as hell hope so,” she replied and started giggling like a girl.

Back on the mattress again, Paul and I both concentrated our attention on Lauren. We switched around from kissing her to sucking on her breasts to fingering her cunt. When we ended up with our mouths on her two breasts and each with a finger in her or stroking her clitoris, she began to squirm under us.

I looked at Paul and Lauren and asked, “Who goes first this time?”

Paul looked at Lauren and leaned over, his head beside hers, while he whispered something in her ear.

“I don’t know whether I want to try that,” she said. “If I do, you’d damn sure better stop if I tell you to.”

Paul nodded in agreement. Lauren pushed me down on my back and threw one leg over me, sitting on my thighs. She milked my cock down and, when a few drops oozed out, she rubbed it all over my cock head. She rose up over me and slowly began to work my cock all the way into her. When I saw it disappear inside her, so that our combined pubic hair blocked my view, she looked at Paul and said, “O. K.” I probably had no idea what he was going to do. Paul pulled my legs and Lauren’s apart so he could get on his knees behind her.

“It’s called a sandwich,” Paul said. “Ever hear of it?”

I shook my head side to side.

“Well, just think of a club sandwich,” Lauren said. “You two are the slices of bread. I’m the filling. There’re two toothpicks stuck through to hold the sandwich together.

“Toothpicks?” Paul and I responded at the same time.

When Lauren started giggling again, Paul said, “Damn it, hold still. I’ll never get it in with you wiggling. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Frustrated, Paul got up and left the bedroom. He returned a minute later with a bottle of baby oil and I watched as he generously coated his cock with it. He held the bottle upside down over Lauren and I could feel some of it run down her and over my cock and balls.

He got in position behind her again and I could tell he was trying to push his cock into her asshole. After a few seconds, Lauren gasped and I guessed that Paul was in.

“Just hold still, you two. Try to relax, Lauren. The head’s in and we’ll just leave it like that for a minute.”

“Paul’s fucked me in the ass a couple of times before,” Lauren grunted. “I guess it’s OK as a sort of dirty fuck. I can even come if he reaches around and rubs my clit.”

“You two are sure giving me an education in sex,” I said. “I’ve never even thought of some of the stuff we’ve done.”

“I love an Italian sandwich,” Lauren said, “especially when there’re two sausages sticking in the roll.”

OK, now I was a sausage dick. I started giggling again.

“I don’t think Italian sausages come with Alfredo sauce,” I joked.

“You’d better be damn glad yours isn’t in a red sauce,” Lauren replied, setting off another round of giggling.

I could feel Paul begin to move back and forth and I realized I could feel him penetrating Lauren, through the parts of her that separated us. Lauren seemed lost in her own feelings, her eyes closed, her mouth tight. I pulled her head down until her lips met mine and then pried them open with my tongue. I wrapped my arms around her, held her tightly against me, and slowly began to move too, sliding my cock out just an inch or so and then back in.

Gradually I increased the length of my strokes, trying to feel what Paul was doing and how deep he was in her. After a minute of so, I was able to coordinate my movements with his. When he pushed in, I was pulling out and when he pulled out, I pushed in. Slowly we developed our rhythm so that we were both fucking her at the same time. After a few minutes, I felt Lauren take a deep breath and her body go rigid. I could feel the series of contractions in her cunt. I stopped for a minute until she settled down and then I resumed fucking her again. Paul started back again too. I could feel myself just on the verge of coming but I tried to hold back, to see if Paul would come first.

Finally, I knew I was no longer in control and that I was coming again. I let it happen and shoved my cock in as deep as I could. I had hardly stopped when I could tell Paul was coming too. His movements became erratic and then I could feel him shove his cock up her anus while he shot his load.

We lay like that for a minute or so, all breathing heavily. Paul pulled out first. I felt my cock softening and I was almost thankful. I pulled out too and Lauren rolled off onto the mattress between us.

She looked around and found one of the damp towels we had brought back up from our shower. She wiped her face off first and then her body. Finally she stuck the towel between her legs and lay back with her head on a pillow.

“I’m going to sleep,” she said. “If the baby wakes up, one of you two fuckers can feed her. But don’t call me. I’m fucked out.”

Paul grabbed his towel and wiped off too, including his cock and balls. He stretched out beside Lauren, on his side, and she nestled up against his butt. I got my towel and wiped off and lay down too. Lauren reached one hand around and pulled me up against her backside.

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“Well, that certainly qualifies as the dirtiest raunchiest story I’ve ever heard,” Siobhan said. “I’m betting some of it was true. How much of it really happened?”

“All of it,” I said. “I’ve tried to tell you what happened to the best of my memory. It’s been almost twenty years and I may have made a mistake or two in trying to remember.”

“Did you have any more threesomes with them after that?”

“Yeah, we had a few twosomes – me and Lauren. I think my mother probably wondered why the hell I was over at their house so much. I went to the cabin with them a few more times and we had some good threesomes. I don’t guess any of them beat the first one.”

“Why did it take you so long to get her pregnant?” Siobhan asked. “When we decided to have Kavan and Arial, it seems like I got pregnant right away.”

“I don’t know. But it sure scared the hell out of me when she told me she was pregnant. I guess that’s when I really realized what I’d done.”

“When did they move away?”

“A few months after she got pregnant. Paul got an offer for a job on the West Coast that paid him about twice as much. I got kind of emotional the last time I saw them. I wanted to know the baby would be OK or something like that, I guess. I think that’s why they brought him by our house and let me see him when he was about two years old.”

We were both quiet then for a while. I don’t know what she was thinking. I was thinking about having a teen-age son somewhere and wondering what he looked liked and what sort of kid he was. Finally, Siobhan broke the silence.

“Would you bring home a teen-age boy for me some day?” she whispered. “I’d let you teach him how to eat stuffed pussy if you do.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’d be a pretty good teacher yourself. I’ll get you a virgin and you can teach him everything.”

“That would be nice,” she said. “After that, I’ll let you bring home a teen-age girl for yourself. Maybe she could recharge your batteries.”

“You know what you get when you insult my manhood, don’t you?”

“Yeah, a good fucking.”

“I’ll make you moan for mercy before the night’s over.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

I didn’t make her moan, not for mercy anyway; she moaned for more. After I came the second time, she graciously offered me a truce and I accepted.

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The kids woke us up on Sunday morning and we walked back to the big house for breakfast. Afterward we took them for a walk, packed and checked out, ready to drive home and get something to eat on the way. When Kavan saw the hand-written menu for Sunday dinner – dinner, not lunch - on the blackboard in the hall of the house, he decided he wanted fried chicken. We were all glad he insisted. 

The drive home was about like always with three kids. Somehow, I didn’t care when Kavan and Arial started singing a song and kept at it, almost the same thing over and over, with slight variations that must have made sense to them because they’d giggle and then start over again. Maybe they knew what they were saying but I couldn’t understand it. Every so often, they’d stop and Kerry would let out a screech. I don’t know how he knew his part in the song but he came in right on cue. The weekend had been so good that I was able to endure the song for almost twenty miles. Siobhan seemed immune to the torture. She kept smiling and humming along with them.

Maybe confession is good for the soul. I suppose I felt better after telling Siobhan about Paul and Lauren. She surprised me when she said that, if they ever got in touch with me again, I should invite them to come for a visit. I guess I wondered what Lauren would be like now, if she’d be beautiful like she was then, and then I started thinking about their boy – my boy – and what he’d be like. 


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