
THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Three

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, 33 in story, 25 in flashback; Siobhan Stuart, 32 in story, 24 in flashback; Kavan Stuart, 6 in story; Arial Stuart, 4 in story; Kerry Stuart, 3 months in story

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart

(KIERAN)

“Kerry’s asleep,” Siobhan said. She put her breast back inside her nursing bra and then pulled her shirt over that. Kerry was lying on her stomach, oblivious to everything after getting his belly full. 

“He’s turned out to be our best baby yet, in terms of nursing and sleeping and having a peaceful disposition, hasn’t he?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Siobhan was lying in a recliner in the shade of a maple in our back yard. I was sitting in a lawn chair in the sun, enjoying the last warmth of a fall warm spell.

“Yes,” she answered, “I can’t believe he’s sleeping through most of the night already.”

“Did he get all of your milk or did he leave some for me?”

“You’re bad,” she replied. “You know you can’t do that.”

“Why not?” I asked. “We joked about it with the first two and you wouldn’t let me. This is probably the last time I’ll have a chance to see what your milk tastes like. I suppose it’s just another fantasy of mine. I’ve only done it once when I was fifteen.”

“What?” she said, unbelievingly. “You mean you nursed at a woman’s breasts when you were fifteen?”

“Yeah,” I answered, “and I screwed her too. Or I should say she taught me how to make love to a woman. That was my first time to do either.”

“Anyway, you’re supposed to be watching Kavan and Arial. We can’t fool around out here in the backyard.”

“Why not?” I asked. “Nobody can see us with the privacy fence all around. Kavan and Arial are playing naked. I’m sitting here naked. You’re the only one with clothes on. You’d better enjoy this Indian summer weather; it won’t last.”

“I’ll take them off then,” she said, “and we can play with the kids.”

“I think you’re trying to avoid answering my question. I asked if I could have the milk Kerry left. There’ll be plenty for him when he gets hungry again. If not, we can give him some cereal now that he’s started solid foods.”

“What about Kavan and Arial?” she asked.

“I’ll rinse them off in the shower and put them in front of the TV with that new kid’s movie. If you fix them a snack, they’ll give us a few minutes alone this afternoon.”

“OK,” she said, “I’ll put Kerry down and get them a snack. When you’ve got them settled, I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.  Lock the doors so they can’t go out. We’ll have to leave the bedroom door open so we can listen for all of them.”

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After the kids were settled, I went to our bedroom. She was naked, stretched out on the bed, holding her breasts up toward me with her hands.

I stood looking down at her, feeling my cock swell and begin to lift.

“If I let you do this, you’ve got to tell me another story,” she said. “I want a story about what you remember about the first time we made love.”

“I can only tell half of that story. You’d have to tell the rest. I only know what it was like for me.”

“When the kids go to bed, could you start with it? I think it’ll take more than one night to finish it.”

I nodded and then crawled on the bed beside her. I pulled her up on her side so that we were facing each other in bed. I kissed her lightly on her nose and lips and chin and then moved down to her breasts.

Her breasts were still beautiful to me, even swollen with blue veins showing, a little pendulous now after three children. I put my mouth on her left breast and sucked gently. I was surprised at how easily her milk began to flow. I nursed slowly and sensuously on her, taking my time and enjoying the feel and taste of her. Somehow I remembered the primeval rhythm of sucking and swallowing that a baby instinctively knows. After a few minute, my wife pulled her nipple out of my mouth.

“I think that one’s empty,” she said, “and I want something else before you start on the other one.”

“I want something else too,” I responded. “I wonder if it’s the same thing?”

“If it’s hard, that’s what I want.”

“It’s hard enough to drive a nail through a board,” I answered.

“I’ll hold the nail if you’ll drive it,” she said, lifting her leg up in the air to give me access to her.

I moved up on the bed and kissed her again, this time with open mouth and tongue. She reached down, put her hand around my cock, and guided it to her cunt. She rubbed the head up and down the lips, smearing it with the lubrication oozing out of her. I pressed slowly while she held it and it slid in as far as it could go in our position.

I bent my head downward toward her breasts and she lifted her right breast up to my lips. I resumed the sucking and swallowing first and then tried to develop a rhythm to move my cock in and out of her. In our position, I could only get about half of it in but that was enough while I was still luxuriating in the sweet taste of her warm milk.

“I think that one’s dry, too,” my wife said. I released it and moved up over her, trying to keep my cock in her cunt. I pulled back and then slowly pushed it into her until our pubic hair mingled together. I held still for a minute or so, content as a well-nursed baby, until I felt something that surprised me.

Her first contraction around my cock was so light that I almost didn’t pay attention.  When the second one hit, it felt as though my cock was being squeezed or milked. I knew she was coming. I pushed in a little harder, trying to press my pubic bone against hers, the base of my cock against her clitoris, hoping to make it more pleasurable to her. I had read that a woman’s orgasm occurred at the same time interval, eight tenths of a second, as a man’s. I couldn’t measure hers but I couldn’t distinguish it from mine.

When her contractions stopped, I began to move with the wave-like pelvic thrusts that come so instinctively to a man. Her legs came up to wrap around mine and she moved her hands down to my buttocks. I could feel her fingernails digging in as I pushed into her. Each time I pulled out, she used her hands to pull me back in harder. I knew I was going to come at any second. When I quickly reached that point where I knew I was coming, I shoved it in so that the tip was pressed up against her womb and emptied my balls into her.

I lay on top of her, both of us breathing heavily, for a minute or so, until I heard a noise behind us.

I looked around and saw Kavan and Arial standing in the door watching us, a handsome six-year old boy and a beautiful five-year old girl, two naked angels with big eyes.

“Can we get in bed with you?” Arial asked.

I thought for a second of staying on top of Siobhan, my cock still buried out of sight in her cunt, but then I quickly decided to relax and let them see us. I rolled off Siobhan to one side, flopped on my back, and looked over my still-erect and wet and glistening cock at our kids. Beside me, Siobhan raised her arms in the air and stretched, legs still spread wide. I watched our kid’s faces as their eyes went back and forth between their mother and me. Finally, I decided they’d had enough of a show so I held my arms out toward them. They came running, Kavan to his mother, Arial to me.

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That night, when all three kids were tucked in for the last time, I crawled back in the bed and pulled my wife to me. I kissed her gently, tenderly, as lovingly as I could.

“Thanks,” I finally said.

“For what?” she asked.

 “For an afternoon that’s worth remembering until I die.”

“You deserve my thanks too, love,” she said.

“For what?” I asked.

“For the way you were so sweet with Kavan and Arial this afternoon. For the way you rolled off me and then held out your arms to them. For getting up and going to get Kerry. For the way you were so sweet when Kavan asked what we were doing and the way you told him the truth, that Daddy was making love with Mommy.”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t satisfied with that. When Arial asked why I had my penis in Mommy’s vagina, I almost lost it.”

“But you told them as much of the truth as they could understand at their ages. They seemed satisfied with what you said.”

“I hope so. I’ve always said I wanted to be open and honest with them about sex. I just didn’t think we’d be giving them a demonstration.”

“Well, I think it was nice that we could be together naked, with our three children, loving and hugging each other. They’re always happy to be like that with us.”

“I suppose you’re right,” I said. “I don’t think I’m ever happier than when I’m with you and the kids and we can be close like that. Most people would think we’re perverts to let them in our bed when we’re all naked. We both know it was nothing but pure love then, not sex. Anyway Kerry had clothes on, his diaper.”

“Ummm,” she responded, “when are you going to start telling me what you remember about our first weekend of making love, when you finally decided you wanted to commit yourself to a marriage with me?”

“I decided?” I asked loudly, “I wanted to do it earlier, after that weekend when we did everything with each other except for one act. You’re the one who wanted to wait until Saturday.”

“That’s not the way I remember it,” she said.

“Let’s not argue,” I answered, “this has been too perfect a day to let any disagreement into it. I’ll start the story and you can jump in and pick it up at any point you want to.”

“Ummm,” she responded, as though I would know what she meant.

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After that first weekend together, when we had slept with each other on Saturday and Sunday nights, after a weekend when we had made love to each other with our hands and mouths and bodies but had chosen not to consummate our relationship, I knew I never wanted to sleep alone again.

On Monday morning, I had insisted she go with me to my apartment while I got dressed for work. She sat on the bed and watched while I shaved. When I got dressed, I picked out a suit, shirt, and tie and laid them on the bed. For the first time, she looked at my clothes and then went to the closet for another shirt and tie. When she put them beside my suit on the bed, I dressed in what she had chosen for me. It was a simple gesture - a loving commitment to care for me for the rest of my life - to pick out my ties. I knew she had chosen.  I’m sure she didn’t hear the thud on the floor as I dropped all my hesitation and joined with her.

I insisted she drive my car to work, with me as a passenger, knowing that we very likely would be seen by one or two acquaintances.  I hadn’t thought we’d be seen arriving together by so many. After we went through the door, when we came to the place where we had to go separate ways, I pulled her to me and kissed her, in plain view of a number of people who knew us, including my boss, Mr. Bridges.

I had hardly gotten settled in my office when I heard my phone ring. It was the boss’s secretary saying he wanted to see me.

I walked down to his office, my heart pounding a little, not sure what his reaction was going to be. When I walked in his door, he stood up, his face solemn, and walked toward me.

“Does that entrance mean what I think it means?” he asked.

“Yes, it means exactly that!” I answered.

He stood for a moment, still solemn faced, then broke into a grin, took a few steps and, I was totally unprepared, embraced me in a back-pounding bear hug.

“Sit down, Kieran,” he said, and I sat, waiting, while he went back behind his desk.

“I know I’m a hard man to work for and I’m not always friendly to you, but I want you to know a few things,” he said.

I looked at him quizzically.

“You’re probably the best hire I’ve ever made,” he started. “You’re intelligent, hard working, a self starter, everything I could want you to be. But you’re also a damn nice young man. I’ve heard rumors about you, that you might be doing some sort of work for the CEO’s wife. It sounds like great work, if you can get it, but I was hoping you would find a good woman and settle down with her.”

I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Well, I’ll neither confirm nor deny those rumors. I haven’t heard them. But I have found the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Good, son,” he said, calling me that for the first time. “I know a little about her. Who wouldn’t notice her, as beautiful as she is, with that flaming red hair? I think I heartily approve. It won’t be any problem here with the company since you’re in different divisions. There are only two things I want you to do.”

“You’re the boss, Mr. Bridges,” I said.

“Yes, but this has nothing to do with a boss-employee relationship. This has to do with two men. My wife and I will be inviting the two of you to our house for dinner one night at your convenience. My son, Luke, will be there; he’s a fine boy, when my wife will let him be one. I want you to invite all three of us to your wedding. Now get out of here, I’ve got work to do.”

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(SIOBHAN)

That evening, he waited for me just inside the building, to walk with me back to the car. He handed me the keys again. When we were driving to his apartment, he told me about his meeting with his boss.

“He sounds like a nice man,” I said.

“He is,” he responded. “I just didn’t expect him to be that nice.”

“You can take care of the dinner date,” I said. “I’ll be sure to remember to send him a wedding invitation, since he’s the third one to know that there will be a wedding.”

“Who are the other two?” he asked, not thinking.

“Us, dummy,” I answered, glancing over at him.

We were silent for a while and I was wondering why he wanted to go to his apartment. I had expected him to go to my place and drop me off first.

“I need to get enough clothes to wear for the rest of the week. And whatever else I’ll need. Would you help me?”

“You mean you want to stay with me this week? I thought you wanted to wait until this weekend?”

“It may be stupid, but I do want to wait until this weekend, like I’ve told you. I just know I never want to sleep without you again.”

I reached over and squeezed his hand. “I want that too.”

“Siobhan, I’ve told you I want to have grandchildren with you. That means we’ve got to have children first. But maybe not right away. Have you been talking your birth-control pills long enough? Are we safe from the patter of little feet for a while?”

“Yes,” I answered, “we’re safe. But how long do you want to wait for the little feet to arrive. I’m not quite ready for them yet.”

“Neither am I. I’d like to wait at least a year or so. After that, I’ll leave it up to you. It’s your body that’ll have to carry them; it’s your decision.”

“And after that, you’re going to have to carry them for about twenty years.”

“That’s fine with me. Now let’s go get my clothes. And would you please make sure I get stuff that coordinates. I don’t want to have to be running back and forth.”

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(KIERAN)

We quickly settled into a routine. Each day, after work, I’d wait for her or she for me. One of us would drive to her apartment, stopping along the way for take out or for groceries so we could cook something. Once home, we’d strip down to our birthday suits. The first night, she gave me a short robe that matched the one she wore and I kept it handy in case of an emergency. We’d eat the take-out food or whatever we had prepared. We’d start the dishwasher and then head for the bedroom.

She always insisted that we shower before we did anything else. I think I surprised her that first night by simply laying in the bed, talking to her for a couple of hours. When she put her hand on me and slid it down to my cock, I decided it was time for more than talking.

Each night was like that. We ate, talked, made love, and went to sleep holding each other. Each time I wanted so much to feel my cock inside her and to finally know what it was like really making love with her. But somehow we put it off until the following Saturday.

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(SIOBHAN)

On Saturday morning, I woke up first, with him still sleeping beside me. I watched his face, waiting for some sign of awakening. He continued to breathe quietly for a few more minutes, so I decided to do something to awaken him.

I reached down to his cock, seeing it resting along with his balls on his leg. It was swollen, larger than I knew it was when it was totally soft, the foreskin still covering most of the head with only a small circle of his glans revealed. I lifted it with one hand and very softly, very gently began to slide the skin up and down. I felt it begin to grow and harden and, when I looked up, his eyes were open.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Yes, it is,” he said, sleepily, “You’ve already made it that. And it’s only going to get better as we go through the day.”

“I’m ready if you are,” I told him.

“No,” he said, “I want us to have breakfast together. I want to shower and shave and brush my teeth. You can do what ever you want. I’ll even let you in the shower with me. When we’re all wide awake and fresh, I’d like to take you back to bed.”

“And what are we going to do in bed today?” I teased.

He paused and all traces of sleepiness or of joking faded from his face.

“We’re going to join together as one flesh, Siobhan. We’re going to become husband and wife. We’re going to commit ourselves to each other for the rest of our lives. As far as I’m concerned, we’re going to be married today. It’s what I want.”

I knew it was time for teasing to end.

“For the rest of our lives. Children. Grandchildren. It’s what I want too, love.” 

I felt as though we had just made a marriage vow in some sacred place. Perhaps we had.

He seemed content to have my usual breakfast of coffee, juice, muffins, yogurt, and fruit. We sat at the table talking for a while until he finally stood up and held out his hand to me.

We got in the shower together and, for the first time, I found out how nice it was to have someone else wash my back. He even washed between my buttocks before moving on down my legs. I turned around to let him wash the other side. When he tried to reach down between my legs, I stopped him.

“The soap’s very mild but I don’t like to use it down there. All I use is my hand and warm water.”

I quickly found out how different it was to have his hand rubbing around between my legs. I spread them further apart and put both hands on his head. When he squatted down and bought his face up against me, I tried to twist my pelvis forward, to make his access easier. It was an awkward position and he couldn’t get his tongue in the way I wanted it. I pulled him up and he grabbed the soapy cloth and began to wash my breasts. When he finished, I took the washcloth and made him turn around.

I scrubbed his back hard, the way I knew he liked it, and washed his behind the same way he had done me. I was stooped down washing his calves when he turned around. I looked up and saw one big hard erection pointing upward. I reached up and held it and kissed him just where his cock and scrotum meet. I licked him on his balls and even tried to get one in my mouth with no success. Finally, I pulled his cock down, washed it thoroughly with the soapy cloth and pushed him under the shower to rinse it. When the suds were washed away, I held it down, leaned forward and took it in my mouth. Before he got too carried away with it, I pushed him away and got out of the shower.

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(KIERAN)

There’s a natural rhythm to the seasons, a natural rhythm to the tides, and there’s a natural rhythm in making love with a woman. We were both fresh and clean from the shower and well rested after sleeping through the night. When she said she wanted to change the sheets on the bed I helped her. It only took me two tries to find which way the fitted sheet went.

In bed together, we both lay on our sides, a couple of feet apart, looking at each other. I held my eyes on hers, waiting to see whether she wanted to start something. At first she only stared back at me. I couldn’t hold the serious tone any longer; I grinned at her. She gave me a beautiful smile in return and said, “Come over here.”

We awkwardly managed to get our arms wrapped around each other. When I brought my face to hers, I saw her lips open, knowing what I wanted. She welcomed me in an open-mouthed tongue duel again, the sort of foreplay I had already learned to love with her. I felt my cock growing erect again and pressed it against her. She reached down and brought it upward so that it was pressed against her stomach.

In that natural rhythm of making love, time ceases to matter and perhaps even stops. Eventually, I pulled away from her mouth and pushed her over on her back. When I leaned over her breasts, she cupped them with both hands, holding them up to my mouth, even though her firm breasts needed no assistance. Just as a child will instinctively nuzzle around, find its mother’s nipple, and begin to suck, I felt that same instinctive desire. Her breasts were small but beautiful, the nipples erect and standing up to my lips. I heard her breathing accelerate and I knew she was as eager as I was.

Eventually, again, I moved downward to her stomach, a slightly concave bowl as she lay on her back. I lingered for a while on her navel, that exquisite little oval indentation on her stomach. I moved down again, pulling her legs apart so that my face was directly over the beautiful bush of flaming red hair that I loved so much. I used my fingers to part it and to find the lips between her legs. They were almost closed, revealing very little of her inner redness. I teased the lips apart with my fingers and watched as they unfolded like a flower coming into bloom. Finally, I pulled back on the skin around her clitoris, hoping to see it peek out of its hood. When it did, I lowered my mouth to it.

I licked her downward this time, not my favorite way but all I could do in my position. Each time I started with her clitoris and licked downward, between her vaginal lips, teasing them apart. Soon, I tasted and smelled the musk of her inner recesses. I kept at it as long as I could, my cock close to bursting. I knew it was time for the final act. 

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(SIOBHAN)

When he moved over me, I held out my arms to welcome him. He held himself up above me by his arms, his knees resting between my outspread legs. The only part of him that touched me was the hard hot flesh between his thighs.

“Siobhan, I want our marriage to be like this,” he said. “Let’s put it in together. You guide it and I’ll push.”

I reached down with both hands. When I pulled down on it, the foreskin covered the head in a way now familiar to me. I felt a few drops of his lubrication ooze out of the slit on the end. I rubbed it over the head, pushed the foreskin back, and pulled it toward me. When the head touched the open lips of my vagina, I quit pulling and just held it lightly. He pushed gently and my lips parted around him and the head of his cock slid in.

I wrapped my arms around him, waiting for him to enter me. He pulled back slightly and then slowly, slowly slid into me in a series of gentle pushes. When I felt the head of his cock reach the depths of my vagina, I reached up and pulled his head down, welcoming him with open cunt and mouth. We were joined together for the first time, as one flesh, as husband and wife, while time ceased to exist. I knew this was our ceremony; the next one would be for family and friends.

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(KIERAN)

I began the eternal, primeval movements that bring all of us such pleasure and contentment.  I began slowly, totally lost in the ecstasy of feeling my flesh immersed in hers, sliding in until the head of my cock reached the bottom of her cunt and our pubic hairs were matted together, sliding out until just the end of the head of my cock held open the lips to her cunt. I slowed down even more, wanting to savor all the sensations her cunt was giving to my cock. I had been waiting for this for weeks or months, determined to be slow and to revel in pleasure the first time we were joined. All too quickly I felt the first faint warnings of an impending orgasm. I was torn, wanting to pour myself into her but at the same time wanting to enjoy being in her longer, savoring my desire for her.

I don’t know where the idea came from. I rose up slowly on my knees, keeping my cock in her, with my hands under her body to lift her. I don’t know where the strength came from to lift my body and hers like that. With my cock in her cunt as a pivot point, I somehow raised up with her arms and legs wrapped around me so that she was lifted totally off the bed. I leaned back slightly, trying to find that position where I could comfortably sustain a delicate balance.  Her legs locked around me behind my back and her arms wrapped around my neck, both helping to hold her in that position. I let out a deep sigh of satisfaction and offered my mouth to her. She accepted and we both, I think, closed our eyes. Our only movement was in our mouths. I could not thrust into her and she couldn’t move up and down on my cock.  Slowly I became lost in a sexually-altered state of consciousness. The outside world ceased to exist. Time ceased to pass. The only thing I was aware of was the total joining of our bodies, becoming one flesh at last.

Eventually muscles tire and cramp. Time starts up again and movement resumes. I lowered her slowly down on the bed until her head was on the pillow with her arms and legs still around me, my cock still buried in her. Slowly my hips started moving again. I moved one hand up to hold her breast and moved my mouth up to hers. She moved her hands down to my ass cheeks and brought her legs up off the bed, bending them back first beside me and then over my ass. I realized how much it felt like being home after a long absence. 

In spite of my best intentions, I began to thrust into her faster, gradually losing all consciousness of time and place again, lost in the miracle of loving her. I realized that I wasn’t going to last long at the pace I was thrusting but I didn’t care. The instinctual need to deposit my sperm at the mouth of her womb swept me away. It was only a few minutes until I felt the first sensations of an impending eruption. I shoved my cock in harder and harder, wanting to flood her with my life. Her fingernails were digging in on my ass but I felt no pain. I had given little regard to her pleasure and so I was surprised when I felt a contraction around, not in my cock, and realized that it was hers. That was the final trigger. I stopped moving while I spurted out again and again inside her. I looked up at her and saw that her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, a smile or grimace of pure pleasure on her face. I knew I loved her and she was finally mine.

We lay joined together, holding each other as tightly as possible, coming down from the heights of pleasure, our panting turning into normal breathing, cooling off from the heat of passion. After a while she opened her eyes and looked up at me.

“Mr. Stuart,” she said, “do you realize that we have just achieved something that is almost impossible?”

“And what’s that, Mrs. Stuart?” I asked.

“We’ve just had a whopping big simultaneous orgasm the first time we ever really made love with each other.”

“Would you say we’re off to a good start? I hope to have many more of the same with you. Maybe not always simultaneous. At least close together.  If it’s alright with you?”

I stayed on top of her for perhaps ten minutes more, talking quietly with her. I was as pleased as she was at what we had done. I was also waiting for my cock to lose its hardness. When I realized it wasn’t going to get soft, I held her tight and rolled over so that she was on top of me.

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(SIOBHAN)

“I want you on top this time,” he said. “Show me what makes you come.  If you want me to use my fingers, tell me when and how.”

I brought my legs up so that my knees were on each side of him and rose up over him. I began slowly to ride him. His cock was so slippery with my juices and his semen that I heard squishing noises each time I came back down on him. I kept at it until I felt the internal quivers of an orgasm. I rode harder but the quivers subsided. Finally I asked him to help with his hand.

“Take your thumb and get it slippery down there. Put it on my little red pearl and rub it very gently,” I whispered.

He did as I asked and I started riding again. He tried to keep his thumb on my clit but it was awkward. It was enough. This time when the quivers started they soon exploded into an orgasm with contractions so strong that I almost lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. I lowered my body on his and stretched my legs out beside his.

“It’s your turn,” I said.

He lifted me at my hips, perhaps six inches above him, and started thrusting upward into me. Each time I heard the slapping noises as his body came in contact with mine and the squishing noises from our combined juices. I watched his face as he closed his eyes and his mouth turned from a smile into clenched teeth and them into a grimace of pain or pleasure. I could barely feel his contractions as he came again in the depths of my cunt.

When I finally rolled off him, I looked down at his cock, to see if it had finally gone soft this time. It was still semi-tumescent, stretched out on his stomach, glistening with our combined juices. I noticed that the base of his cock seemed to be coated with a white foam or froth. When I looked down at the open lips of my cunt, I saw the same white coating. He saw where I was looking.

“Do you think that’s what porn writers call a cream pie?” he asked. “I think some guys are supposed to have a taste for it.”

I was suddenly aware of the aroma of our combined sweat and our mixture of juices. When he was pistoning in and out of me for the second time, I could see the sweat on his forehead and shoulders. It somehow seemed to make what we were doing even hotter, more erotic.

“Come on,” he said, holding out his hand to me, “let’s go rinse off with a cool shower and then have something to eat and drink. I’d like some iced tea, about a gallon of it.”

After lunch we returned to bed. This time we simply lay there, holding hands and talking about our future together. After an hour or so, I moved closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder. I reached down with my hand and started playing with his cock. I watched closely as it slowly became engorged and then began to stiffen. When it was standing up straight with my hand wrapped around it, I began to slide my hand up and down.

“Don’t make me come that way, please?” he asked. “I want to make love to you again. We’ve only done it in two positions. I’d like to see how you’re going to like other ones.”

“Just tell me what you want and you’ll find out,” I responded.

At his bidding, I got up on my hands and knees and he got behind me. He rubbed his cock up and down in the lips of my cunt until he had stirred up enough lubrication to help him ease it in. He slowly worked it in and I groaned as he reached the bottom. 

“I think you’re getting it in deeper in this position,” I said. “Take it easy and don’t start banging away at me. I think it could hurt me if you don’t give me time to open up to you.”

He kept at me, slowly and patiently, until I could finally feel his thighs pressed against mine, his pubic hair and body pressed against my ass. Finally he lost control and started pounding into me again. When he pulled me against him with his hands, I could feel him coming inside me. I was close to orgasm but not quite there.

When he realized that I hadn’t had an orgasm, he quickly flipped me over on my back. He moved between my legs and lifted my bottom up toward his lips. I started to protest that he would get our juices in his mouth but I quickly realized that he really didn’t care.  He lapped at the outspread lips of my cunt and at my clitoris for a couple of minutes until I exploded again.

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(KIERAN)

When I put her down, I pushed her up on her left side. I lay down behind her and pressed up against her back and butt and legs. I curled one arm around her and found her breast with my hand. We lay like that for a few minutes and I think we both fell asleep. 

When I woke up later, I found my cock erect again, nestled between her thighs. I could feel the wetness of her cunt on my cock. I wondered if I could come again, for the fourth time in one day. I moved down a little lower on the bed and pushed my cock upward until it slid into the hot wet furnace of her cunt. I moved my hand from her breast downward toward her clitoris. I found out that I could come one more time. And she could too.

We rinsed off in the shower and then, naked, rummaged in the refrigerator for something to eat. I was famished and ate two sandwiches and two pieces of fruit, and drank three glasses of tea. She didn’t try to match me but from the way she wolfed down her sandwich, I could tell she was hungry too.

Again, we returned to the bed. We held each other and talked for hours, with only a short break to go pee. It was almost midnight when we turned out the light. I held her for a few minutes, spoon fashion, and then realized I wanted to do one more thing. I turned her over on her back, went down between her legs, and licked her to another orgasm. When I finished, she pulled me down on top of her, guided my cock into her, and shortly made sure I had another one too.

Five in one day, I thought. That beats my old record of four in one day that I set when I was fifteen. Maybe someday I can try for six. I turned over on my side and she spooned up against my back. When we went to sleep this time, we slept the sleep of the exhausted until after eight the next morning.

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(SIOBHAN)

A few weeks later, he talked me into going to meet his parents. He promised that no one else would be told we were coming so I wouldn’t have to meet all of them at once. When he described his parents, the way they had been with their three children, how loving and honest they had been with them, I silently wished that they had been my parents and agreed to go.

It was an easy drive, less then three hours. As we rode, he kept telling me about his parents and about his brother and sister. He answered every question I asked and I gradually relaxed and began to feel eager to meet his parents.

“We’re going to be sleeping in my old bedroom,” he said. “It’s down in the basement. The house is three stories, or maybe two floors and a basement. But the basement covers all of the area under the house. It’s open to the outside on the downhill side, so there are windows in the room where my brother and I slept.”

“I thought you said your mother would be putting fresh sheets on the bed in the guest room,” I said.

“She wanted to, but that’s only a regular size bed. I want to sleep holding you but that bed’s a little small for two to be comfortable – or active.”

“The basement bed is better?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “My brother and I talked my Dad into building us a big room down there. When Alan was sixteen and I was eleven, we both wanted a little more privacy than we had upstairs. I think my Dad understood that and helped us room off a large area. We had a big unenclosed shower down there to wash off when we were grimy from playing or working on cars. We didn’t have a bathroom down there so we had to go upstairs to use that – or we could pee down the drain in the shower.”

“And I’m sure that’s exactly what you did,” I added.

“Anyway, Mom and Dad have been slowly redoing that room since both Alan and I left home.  When I told her I wanted to sleep there with you, she didn’t say anything for a minute. Finally she asked me if we were sleeping together and then she changed it and asked if we were already lovers. I liked the way she put it. When I told her we were and that it was going to be a permanent relationship, she told me she was going to make Dad push the twin beds together and then go help her buy a king size mattress. She said the old mattresses already had enough stains on them. She even told me Dad wanted to put a television down there for us. I told her I didn’t think that would be necessary. She didn’t answer for a minute and then she said that it had been a long time since she and Dad were married, that they didn’t even have a television then, and they’d never been bored.”

“I’m already beginning to love your mother and I’ve never met her,” I said.

“You’ll love her even more after you meet her, and my father too. They really are the best parents I could have ever wanted,” he answered.

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(KIERAN)

On the ride back Sunday afternoon, she tried to lean over against me. The bucket seats and seat belts restricted her that so she contented herself with putting her hand on my leg, letting it stray up to my cock enough to keep me as erect as my jeans would permit. Occasionally she reached up and touched me on the back of my neck or on my face.

“I’m beginning to believe we’re going to do it,” she said.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Get married, love each other, have children and grandchildren together, live a long and happy life.”

“Now what finally convinced you of that?” I asked. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re already married.”

“I guess your parents helped. I’ve never met a more loving couple. Married thirty something years, still can’t keep their hands off each other. If they can raise three kids like you and Alan and Kara and still be as much in love with each other as they are, then we can do it too.”

“When my father asked you if I was any good in bed and I saw the look on your face, I almost choked to keep from laughing. That’s the way he is.”

“It wasn’t funny,” she said, “I’d just met him a few hours before and he was already asking about our sex life.”

“I loved your answer. What was it? – that if he knew any other men who were better, you wanted to be introduced to them before you married me.”

“Well, your mother’s comment was just as good – that if you were as good as your father I’d always be satisfied. I wondered which way she meant satisfied.”

“Knowing her, she meant both ways. Satisfied with me and sexually satisfied.”

“Well, I was satisfied, both Friday and Saturday night while we were there. I wonder why you got at me that way Friday night. You know I’m not a yeller or screamer in bed, but I can be pushed to a few loud moans and groans and a few loud OH YESSSes. When you got between my legs with your face and started on me with your tongue and mouth, I wondered if that had been a boyhood fantasy of yours, to get some girl down there in the basement and do that to her. I think I came three or four times before you finally felt merciful and put it in and began to make love to me.”

“I had lots of good fantasies in that bedroom. I wish I’d known you then so I could’ve included you in them.”

“You might offer to buy something new for them for the bed,” she said. “Those old headboards have a lot of squeaks in them. They made a lot of noise while you were pounding away at me.”

“So?” I said. “My parents knew what we were going to do and even wanted us to love each other. There’ll never be any shame put on us for doing it in their house. My mother might ask you about it the next morning, about what we did, and whether you enjoyed it. That’s the way she is. Just answer her honestly.”

“She already did,” she said, “while you were out walking with your father. We had a very nice long talk. She made it clear that your father is as well endowed as you are and that he’s still a good lover. I made it clear that you were a great lover too. I even told her how you loved to make me come with your tongue and mouth and how you usually wouldn’t stop until I had had a couple of orgasms that way. She said she always wondered what Dad taught you and Alan when all of you went fishing and now she knew.”

“I’m glad I inherited that from him,” I joked. “Are you?”

“Yes, now see if you can find us some quiet music,” she said. “I’d like to be quiet and rest for a while before we get home. I may need a little rest if you intend to get at me again tonight.”

“One more thing before I do. Next month, Alan and Kara want to go to the Cabin in the Woods. It will be the bunch I told you about, just families with kids. Do you want to go?”

“I’d love to go.”

I put in a CD that I liked. I knew I was going to get at her again tonight. After coming twice Friday night and three times on Saturday, once in the morning and twice more that night, I decided to do it just once tonight. Well, maybe twice.

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(SIOBHAN)

A few weeks later we got off work early on Friday afternoon to go to Cabin in the Woods. We had made arrangements with Kieran’s brother and his wife to meet with them at their home, a little over half way, and ride with them and their children the rest of the way. Kieran and I both wore shorts and sandals. We both had on three pieces of clothing, shorts, underwear, and a knit shirt; I didn’t wear a bra.

When we arrived at their house, they both came out of the house before we could get out of the car. Alan walked straight up to me and enveloped me in a bear hug that left me breathless. He turned and did the same to Kieran. When he was through hugging, he turned and looked at me.

“Damn, Kieran,” he said, “you’ve got the second most beautiful woman in the world to agree to be your wife?”

My husband punched him on the shoulder and said, “That depends. Are you going to tell me who’s the most beautiful?”

Alan’s wife, Marie, walked up at that moment and said, “Don’t mind them, they’re always like this. Alan’s always saying that I’m the most beautiful. But after seeing you, I’m not sure he’s right. I’ll just congratulate you both and say, ‘Welcome to the family’.”

Thirty minutes later we were on our way, talking as though we had always known each other. When my husband or maybe my husband-to-be started revealing intimate details about our relationship, I reached over and put my hand over his mouth.

 “Don’t mind them;” Marie said, “they tell each other everything, and Kara too. I’ve learned to be as open and free about love and sex and everything else as Alan since we got married. I do think it’s a healthy sort of family relationship. I hope you will too when you get married. Or is it true that you two already consider yourselves married? I do hope you’ll have some sort of wedding, whatever you want, because it’s a great occasion for family and friends to celebrate with you.”

“Yes, as far as we’re concerned, we’re married,” I said. “But there’ll be a ceremony this fall. Now tell me about this business of nudity and skinny-dipping. I’m a little unsure of how that’s going to be.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Marie said. “Nobody will try to make you join us. If you want to keep your clothes on, do it. I felt the same way when I was at Cabin in the Woods and it first started. When the kids started running around naked and the grown ups started taking their clothes off, I wanted to do it too. I wanted to be able to run like the kids, with nothing on me but the warm air.”

When we reached the property where Cabin in the Woods was located, I was surprised how far we had to drive on the dirt road through the trees to reach the cabin. When we came to the clearing on the hillside where the cabin was, we were greeted immediately by a crowd of grown ups and children. One woman broke through the crowd and came to me. I got another big hug before she introduced herself as Kara. She held me at arm’s length for a moment, looking me over, and then leaned forward and kissed me on both cheeks.

When she pulled back, I saw tears in her eyes. I looked at her questioningly and she said, “I’m just choked up a little. I do love my little brother and I’ve worried about him, whether he was going to find a good woman and get married. I hope you’re a good one because you’re certainly a beautiful one.” 

I thanked her and she introduced me to her husband and children. When she started introducing all the others, I laughed and said, “Do you have name tags for everybody to wear so I can sort them out?” Kara said, “No name tags. With a name like Siobhan, you might need one but you’ll eventually get the others straight. Besides, where would we wear them tomorrow afternoon?”

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(KIERAN)

The evening meal was a raucous chaotic affair as always. I tried to stay close to Siobhan to help her get through all the comments about us and all the confusion. The kids came up to us and one little girl about eight asked her, “Can we ask you a question?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“We’ve been talking about your hair. Some of the kids say it’s not a real color. Is it your real hair color?”

We both laughed and I answered for us. “I assure you; that’s her real hair color. Tomorrow afternoon, you can see that it’s red somewhere else and that’ll prove it.”

“Couldn’t she dye that too?” the little girl asked.

 The whole room erupted in laughter and Siobhan’s face turned a little red too. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips and whispered to her, “They’re wonderful children. Before the weekend is over, they’ll be all over you, loving you. Remember the little ones will want you to hold them. Don’t try to hold the oldest boy; you might give him a big problem.”

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(SIOBHAN)

After the meal was over, we all sat on the deck outside watching the day’s light fade and darkness descend. The kids were still running around outside, yelling and screaming. Finally, Kara and her husband went to the deck railing and called out to them to come inside.

Kara walked over to us and said, “We run an assembly line for the youngest kids to give them a bath. They may not seem dirty but they can get chiggers or ticks in the woods so we have to wash and inspect them rather closely. What do you want to do: wash, dry, get them into their pajamas, or get them settled for the night?”

I looked at Kieran for advice.

“I’ve never washed them before,” he said. “I’ve dried and put their nightclothes on and read to them to get them settled.  If you’d like, we can wash. Kara and her husband will help. But we’ll be naked in the shower with them and the kids. Is that OK with you?”

Kara said, just to me, “He’s trying to break you in gradually to the way we do around here. When you see everybody naked tomorrow, it won’t be as hard to join in.”

She held out her hand to me and I got up. Her husband and mine stood too. We had to chase some of the little ones down to get them down to the basement to the shower room. Once there, everybody started taking his or her clothes off. I looked at my husband and he smiled and pulled his shirt over his head. I did the same and when he pulled off his shorts and underwear, I followed his lead.

I noticed that Kara’s husband tried not to look directly at me so I called his name and asked him, ”How do we do this?”

He grinned at my invitation to look. “We get them all naked, turn the showers on and get them all wet, and then we turn the showers off and scrub them with a cloth and soap,” he said. “Then we rinse them off and inspect them for ticks. They’re a little bit of a problem here in the woods. The older kids can wash themselves but we usually look them over too.”

I looked at the oldest boy and girl, both in their early teens, already sporting a good growth of pubic hair. And the oldest boy was sporting something else – a good-sized erection.

When Kara saw where I was looking, she said, “Don’t be uncomfortable with that. Mike gets a hard-on all the time. He takes it off in the woods and leaves it. We’ve taught them how natural it is and the other kids don’t seem to have any problem with it.”

She said to the boy, “Mike, what brought that up tonight?” and he answered, “I’ve never seen a woman with such red hair before.” We all laughed, including Mike.

There were four showerheads but we only used two, working as husband and wife teams. As we washed and inspected the kids, we passed them on to another set of parents who were waiting with a stack of towels. They then went up the stairs, beautiful little butts showing.

Kara said, “Their parents will get them ready for bed. Some of the kids will want pajamas or a nightshirt. Some will sleep in the nude. Somebody upstairs is already getting out the foam pads for them to sleep on and arranging their sleeping bags. If you want, you can read to them.”

“I’d love to read to them; will you help?” I asked, looking at Kieran. He nodded.

“We’d better get our shower then, and make sure you get wet, turn the shower off, soap down and then rinse off. We have solar-heated water here and we never know when it will run out with this crowd. Afterwards you can go upstairs naked or, if you wish, you can put your clothes back on.”

The four of us got in the shower together and I found that I was able to relax and not worry about being naked with two other people. When we dried off, I put my clothes back on and the others did the same.

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(KIERAN)

After our shower, Siobhan and I put our clothes back on and went upstairs to read to the kids. I knew what would happen when we finished but I didn’t tell her. I don’t think she even noticed that all the other grownups were out on the deck.

When we were finished, we went outside with the others. The deck was in darkness except for a little light from inside the cabin. Some of the husbands and wives were around a table, hiding it from our sight. The second my wife came out, they moved aside and revealed a table set up with champagne and glasses. Alan and Kara had already opened some of the bottles. They poured champagne into the glasses and then they each brought one to Siobhan and me. The others picked up their glasses and Alan gave a toast that started with “Welcome to the family”. I think my wife was almost ready to cry when I hugged her.

After that, we were escorted to the round stairwell that led to the one upstairs bedroom. When we started climbing the stairs, every one cheered, even the kids who were awake, and they didn’t stop until we closed the door to the bedroom.

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(KIERAN)

We finished our combined story five nights after we started, in bed with each other, cuddled together. Both of us were somewhat on the subdued side, remembering what our earliest days had been like. I wondered if either of us would have wanted to swap the contentment and happiness we had now for the excitement we had then.

“Has it really been so long ago,” Siobhan asked, “almost nine years since we first met?”

“Yeah, it’s been that long. But I don’t want to go back and be the way I was then.”

“You don’t want to be twenty-five again, seducing a younger woman into marrying you?”

“No,” I answered, “I don’t want to be that age again. I’ll always say I loved you with all my heart when we got married. I’ve learned how to love even more since then. You’ve taught me. Kavan and Arial and even Kerry have taught me. I wouldn’t give up being part of one flesh with you. And seeing our life blended in our kids, that’s a miracle to me.”

“They may be a miracle to you,” she said, “but I had to explain something about how that miracle happens this afternoon while you were at work.”

“Oh,” I said, “what have they asked you about now?”

“Kavan and Arial came to me and asked when you were going to make love to me again. I tried to explain that we didn’t do that on any sort of schedule. I told them we did it every two or three days most of the time but sometimes we waited longer. I didn’t tell them I was out of action for a few days each month. I didn’t think they’d understand menstruation.”

“Well,” I said, “that sounds like the right way to tell them, as much as they want to know but nothing beyond what they can understand.”

“Yes, but that’s not all they wanted to know. Kavan asked me if we’d let them know when we did it again so they could watch. Arial laughed and said ‘Yeah, that’s funny.’” 


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