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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Twenty-Nine  

   "How is she?" I asked.

   "She's fine, David," Anna said.  "What do you expect?"

   "Did they keep on playing last night, you know, her and James and Toby,
after we quit?  Did Iain and Caitlyn stay?"

   "Yes and no.  Yes, Jean-Nicole stayed and played with James and Toby. 
You should have stayed.  She says they made love for hours more.  Just as
soon as one of the boys came, the other was ready to go again.  She says
she was fucked senseless but she enjoyed every minute of it.  And no, after
we left, Iain and Caitlyn left too.

   "Damn, I should have stayed but I didn't want to watch them.  I wanted
some private time with you.  Last night, playing with the others was a lot
of fun.  Did you enjoy it, I mean, all of us together and then the two of
us by ourselves?"

   "Yes, David, I loved it.  It was fun playing with the others but when I
get serious I just want to be with you."

   I was lying in the bed on my side, naked as usual, head propped up on
one hand, watching her.  My other hand was idly playing with my flaccid
penis and my testicles.  She was walking around brushing her hair and
counting and at the same time watching what I was doing.  She was naked
too. I was awed by her beauty as always.  I also felt overwhelmed by my
love for her.  I felt unworthy of having such a beautiful woman as my wife.

   "What did you and Caitlyn do with her when she finally got up this
morning?  You were with her for almost an hour."

   "Just some girl stuff, David.  Her little pussy was just about fucked
raw.  We helped her douche and put something in it to relieve the
discomfort.  Would you believe it?  She didn't know how to douche.  I
thought I was going to have to do it for her."

   "Damn, just call me.  I'll be glad to help her.  I'll put something in
it.  I'm an expert.  But were the boys good to her?  Did they just fuck her
or did they make love to her.  I know you and Aimee have tried to teach
them the difference.  I've talked to them too."

   "They were very good to her.  She was amazed at how two young boys could
be so kind and caring and gentle with her.  They weren't selfish at all. 
She says she lost count of the orgasms she had."

   "Damn," I said again and shivered.  "I can be kind and caring and gentle
too."

   "Yes, you can, David," Anna said.  "After she recovers, would you like
to be very kind and caring and gentle with me and her?  I'll see if I can
arrange a little ménage a trois.  I don't mind if you make love with her. I
know you're mine."

   "Both of you at once?" I asked.

   "Don't you think you will be up to the task?"

   "I'll give it my best effort."

   "David, a woman has sexual needs that are almost as insistent as a
man's. Jean-Nicole wants sex but she wants a little love to go along with
it.  I think it would be fun for the two of us to get at you.  Maybe I'll
even get at her and you can watch.  The three of us can just play and have
fun.  Can you do that?  I mean, just play and be slow and easy and gentle
without letting your beast loose?"

   "Yeah, I'll try but you know the beast has a mind of its own sometimes."

   "Would you rather stuff your petit courgette up Caitlyn?" she asked.  "I
can play with Iain while you play with her."

   "It's a gros courgette.  Maybe you'd better delay arranging a little
assignation with Iain and Caitlyn for a while.  I don't think we should go
any further with them."

   "Whatever you wish, mon petit chou.  But why not?"

   "Anna, we've been shaped by thousands of years of evolution," I said. 
"Instinctively, Iain may resent it if I have sex with Caitlyn.  I think
Iain's and Caitlyn's relationship is too fragile, at least for now, and I
don't want to hurt him by what I do.  I value him too much to cause any
friction.  I don't think Iain should play with Jean-Nicole either.  I think
that would hurt Caitlyn but I can't tell him not to do it.  All I can do is
tell him what I think and he'll have to make up his own mind."

   "Why were you so subdued all day?  I know you were thinking about
something.  What was it?"

   "Do you remember when we first started going together, when we went to
the hidden valley, and I told you I couldn't let you talk me into doing
something even though it was what I wanted?"

   She nodded and kept brushing her hair.

   "I told you that I'm the one who has to decide if something is the right
thing to do, I mean for me, and I couldn't yield that decision to someone
else."

   "I remember but why was that bothering you today?"

   "Last night, I let you and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole run the show.  I had
no idea we'd go so far so fast.  I want to watch out for everybody who
comes here, to make sure they don't get hurt.  Do you think we did the
right thing for Jean-Nicole?  Is she happy with what we did?"

   "She surprised me too, David," she said.  "But you were subservient to
her.  That was the right thing to do.  She wanted to break free and she
did. She's very happy."

   "Well, that's what I was thinking about," I said.  "I'd like to screw
the hell out of her but it don't know whether it would be OK or not."

   `What do you mean?"

   "How are you going to feel if I do?"

   "You're worried about how I will feel if you make love with
Jean-Nicole?"

   "Yeah.  Is that so hard to believe?  My love for you is...I don't know
how to describe it.  I never dreamed love could be this way.  I love you
and I know you love me and I want to have your love forever.  I don't want
to hurt you by making love with another woman.  Does that make sense?"

   "Yes, David.  You shouldn't worry.  I know how you feel about me.  I
feel the same way about you.  Jean-Nicole can't come between us."

   "I don't know.  I hope not."

   "David, I told you Jean-Nicole needs sex but she also needs love to go
along with it.  All women do.  I don't mind if you love her once in a
while. You can be a very loving man.  In the meantime, let her play with
James and Toby occasionally.  She can give them something they need.  Let
her play with us once in a while and you can give her something she needs.
After some more guys arrive, she'll find one to give herself to completely.
We all will.  I'm convinced of that."

   "I hope so, Anna.  I just want us all to be one loving peaceful family."

   "I think that's one hundred.  Are you ready to go to sleep?"

   "Yeah, after...well, maybe we could play a little."

   "I don't think your petit concombre is interested."

   "That's OK.  I just want to hold you and love you and play."

   "And if something comes up?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe we can make some ratatouille."

   <><><>

   "David!  Anna!  Please go to the boy's bed chamber!  They are fighting!"

   Anna and I were still in the kitchen after breakfast when Aimee called
out.  Iain and Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole were gone to the garden to pick some
winter greens for the lunch Jean-Nicole had planned.  James and Toby had
run the rabbit snares before breakfast, had helped clean the kitchen after,
and had then gone to their bed chamber.

   I ran as fast as I could and felt the cool feeling sweep over me.  Anna
was right behind me.

   James and Toby were both naked, standing slugging at each other, and I
saw blood on both of their faces and bodies.  I heard James grunt when Toby
connected with his side.  A split-second later, I saw James' fist hit
Toby's cheek and saw Toby's head snap back.  Damn, they really were
fighting.

   I grabbed Toby's arm with my left hand and James' with my right and
pulled them as far apart as I could.

   "Stop it, damn it!" I yelled.

   They stood there glaring at each other, breathing heavily, but at least
not trying to continue the fight.  I looked at Toby and saw a cut on his
eyebrow and blood in his eye and down his cheek.  I looked at James and saw
blood running out of his nose, over his mouth, and down his chin.  I held
them apart for a while and let them cool down.  They both tried to smile at
me.

   "We were just wrestling, David," Toby started.

   "Shut up!" I said.  "Not a word!"

   Anna took a good look at each of them and then pulled James over to the
side of the bed and made him sit.  She told him to lean forward and pinch
his nostrils and then she left.  She was back in a minute or so with wet
wash cloths and first-aid supplies.  She pulled Toby over to the same bed,
dared the two of them to start anything, and then wiped the blood off
Toby's face and chest and stomach and even his penis.  She looked closely
at his wound, told me to press the two sides together, and squirted
something out of a tube on the cut.  It quickly stopped bleeding and she
wiped his face and eye clean again.

   "This stuff will seal the wound and help it heal," Anna said to Toby. 
"Don't touch it.  If it starts bleeding again, I'll have to take some
stitches.  Do you want me to sew you up without anything for pain?"

   Toby shook his head from to side.  Again he tried to smile at her and
didn't really succeed.

   I stood there, glaring at the two of them, and daring them to start
fighting again.  "I want you two to sit there peacefully and don't say a
damn word until I give you permission.  Do you hear me?"

   They both nodded.  Anna moved over in front of James and wiped the blood
off him.

   "Aimee, how long has James been holding his nose?" Anna asked.

   "Almost eight minutes, Anna," Aimee answered.  "I recommend he hold it
for a few more minutes to stop the bleeding."

   We waited for a few more minutes, Toby still trying to smile, James
pinching his nose shut, Anna squatting in from of James with her hands on
his thighs, me behind her, glaring down at the boys and trying to keep from
smiling.

   "You can turn loose now, James, but don't try to blow your nose," Anna
said.

   A small amount of bright red blood oozed out of his nose but then it
stopped.  Anna carefully wiped the blood away and waited.  No more blood
came out.  I tried to assume my most fatherly role, an angry father.

   "OK.  I want you two to sit here side by side.  I don't want to hear
what started the fight or who's to blame or what you did wrong.  I want you
to think about what you've done.  Anna and I are going to leave.  When you
two decide what I want you to say to me and what you're going to do to make
sure this doesn't happen again you can come find me.  I'll decide what your
punishment will be later."

   I managed to control my laughter until we were back in the kitchen. 
Anna was holding it in just like I was.  We both started snickering and
laughing at the same time.

   "Are you really going to punish them, David?" she asked.

   "Yeah, I'm going to make them enlist Aimee's help to find out what rules
are followed in high school or college wrestling.  I'm going to make them
practice until I think they're ready to put on a wrestling match for all of
us to watch.  I'll be the referee."

   "Can you make them do it naked?" Anna asked.  "Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole
and I would enjoy it more if you do."

   "Sure.  Do you want me to referee naked too?"

   "That would be nice."

   Just before lunch, they came to me to learn their punishment.  They
weren't mad at each other.  They were smiling and had one arm over the
other's shoulders.  Perhaps they were a little apprehensive but they smiled
broader when I told them that I wanted them to learn the rules for high
school wrestling and to show all of us a real wrestling match following
those rules.  I said I wanted to learn the rules too because I was going to
act as the referee.

   Toby spoke up first, for once.  "David, we want to apologize for what we
did.  We don't know what you want us to say to you but James and I have
talked it over and we know what we want to say.  Is that OK?"

   "Go on."

   "Well, we know we shouldn't have gotten carried away and hurt each
other. I know we looked like we were really mad with each other but we
weren't.  I guess we're supposed to do stuff that makes us better men, like
hunting to provide food for all of us and if I had lost an eye, I wouldn't
be much good as a hunter.  If I had lost some teeth, I would never get any
more like false ones and I wouldn't be able to eat lots of stuff and maybe
I wouldn't grow up as big."

   James spoke up.  "David, we probably looked like we were really fighting
but we weren't.  We were both enjoying it.  I even liked it a little when
Toby punched me in the nose and it started bleeding.  I don't know why but
it was fun to get all bloody and sweating and out of breath from slugging
each other.  I just blew the snot and blood out of my nose and hit him
back."

   Toby continued.  "Yeah, that's exactly the way I felt when James whacked
me above my eye.  I liked feeling the blood on my face and slinging it off
and then trying to slug him back.  We were both grinning until you walked
in.  It may have seemed like we hated each other but we didn't.  We're good
friends.  We were both just having fun and we liked it."

   "Well, you certainly fooled me," I said.  "I thought you were about to
kill each other."

   "It was all fun, David," James said.

   "OK, but don't do it again."

   "Are you going to punish us," Toby asked.

   "No, not this time," I said, and added in my most stern voice.  "Just
don't do stupid things like this again.  You both know what I did in our
old world.  Don't mess with me, boys.  You'll regret it."

   Maybe that was enough of a threat.  I knew I probably couldn't punish
them.  They were too much of a joy to have around.  Boys!

   <><><>

   There is always something new to learn.  One night after dinner we were
all sitting in the lounge waiting for Iain to sing to us.  Caitlyn had
bragged about his voice and Jean-Nicole wanted to hear him sing.

   "Aimee, are you watching?" Anna asked.

   "Yes, Anna," Aimee answered.  "I am always watching unless you ask me to
give you privacy."

   "Iain is going to sing for us.  Can you make a recording, you know,
something you can play back for us later?"

   "Yes, Anna, I have that ability.  If you ask, I will do what you
request. I have the ability to see and record what happens in all rooms
from four directions.  I will edit the recordings, save the one which is
best at any time, and discard the others.  Is that satisfactory?"

   "That's very good, Aimee," Anna said.

   I was puzzled.  I had always assumed that Aimee could see in any room,
not just the ones with monitors.  I did not know that she could watch in
all the rooms simultaneously and I did not understand how she could see in
four directions at once.

   "Aimee, how do you see us at the present moment?" I asked.

   "I see you by the light reflecting off your body, David, the same way
you see," she answered.

   "But where are your eyes?" I asked.  "If you can see in four directions
you must have eyes at four different points.  Where are they?"

   "David, I must always help you and the others in any way I can," Aimee
said.  "If I see that anyone is about to be harmed, I must do my best to
protect that person by issuing a warning.  At the same time, I must protect
myself from harm.  If I reveal how I communicate with all of you, someone
may harm me in some way.  I do not want that to happen.  I will answer your
question but please think twice before you command me to do so."

   I thought her answer was a wise one.  Would James or Toby be curious
enough to try to find her eyes in a room without a monitor?  Would anyone
want to harm Aimee?

   "Thank you, Aimee," I said.  "I think your answer is a wise one.  I
command you not to reveal how you communicate with us.  However, I'm still
curious.  Can you monitor us in more than one room at a time? 
Simultaneously?"

   "Yes, David.  I have the ability to monitor all the rooms here as well
as outside to a limited extent, all at the same time."

   "Can you monitor us at night?  I mean, can you see us then as well?"

   "Yes, David, I can see you at night by using the infrared light which is
emitted as heat by your bodies.  That ability is necessary if I am to try
to protect all of you at night or indoors when there is no light."

   "Well, I think you're going to be quite busy when all ten couples are
here," I said.

   "Aimee, I would like you to concentrate on Iain while he is singing with
occasional glimpses of his audience," Anna said.  "Can you do that?"

   "Yes, Anna.  I will record Iain's performance and his audience as best I
can.  Later, perhaps you will review the recording and tell me how I could
improve future recordings."

   Iain's first choice was a love song, a Capella, simply his voice with no
musical accompaniment, the kind a young man in his old world might sing to
his lover.  I couldn't understand a word but I knew what the song was
about. Next, with musical accompaniment, he sang `Memory' from the musical
`Cats' and after that he sang an aria, something about cold hands from an
opera called La Boheme.  He had an enthralled audience as usual.  His voice
raised goose bumps on me, especially his first song.

   <><><>

   After lunch one day, I asked Iain to go for a walk with me.  We were all
in the kitchen and the four guys were cleaning up.  The girls had prepared
another great meal under Jean-Nicole's direction.  James' ears perked up.

   "Is it OK if Toby and I go with you?" he asked.

   "Not this time," I answered.  "The two of you could take Lucky and make
sure you've trained him to leave Lighting alone.  I need to talk over some
stuff with Iain."

   "Well, you could go down the mountain and let us stop at Lighting's
place and we could show you.  Lucky likes Lightning and his family.  He
plays with them."

   We took a moment to go to our bed chambers and put on clothes and
moccasins.  When I asked Aimee what the temperature was outside, she told
me that it was about 30 on the David scale, cool enough to enjoy a long
walk.

   When we were out of sight of James and Toby, I shifted my spear from my
right hand to my left, walked beside Iain, and took his left hand in my
right.  He looked at me and smiled but he didn't pull away.  We walked on
for a distance, holding hands, before I brought it up.

   "Iain, I'm been thinking about the customs we're starting here.  I like
the one you started, you know, kissing someone left cheek, right cheek,
mouth, when they're really happy.  I want to start another one."

   "What is it?"

   "Stop a minute and put your spear down," I said.  We both bent over and
laid our spears on the ground.  I moved around in front of him, put my arms
around him, and pulled him against me.  He put his arms around me and
looked at me and I could see that he was puzzled.  I leaned forward a
little, put my head beside his, put one hand behind his head, and held him.
I closed my eyes and breathed slowly until I felt him relax.

   "James said he loved me.  He said he loved all of us," I whispered in
his ear.  "I love you, Iain."

   "He also said it wasn't sex love he was talking about, David," Iain
whispered back.  "What kind of love are you talking about?"

   "It's just love, Iain.  Brotherly love.  It's not sex.  I love James and
Toby too and that's more like fatherly love."

   "Then I love you the same way, David, like a brother.  Is that what you
wanted me to say?"

   "Yes, but I don't want you to say it just to please me.  Say it only if
you really mean it."

   "OK, I mean it, David.  We've come a long way together and I feel like I
really know you, what sort of man you are, and I really do love you."

   I turned him loose and stepped back a little.

   "Iain, when I was little and I went somewhere with my father, I usually
held his hand.  He never pushed me away.  He just smiled at me and squeezed
my hand and I knew he loved me.  After my father...after...later when I
went for a walk with Grandfather I held his hand.  He did the same thing,
just squeezed my hand and smiled at me.  I knew he loved me too.  The last
time I did that was the day I left for the Academy.  I was seventeen years
old."

   I had to stop for a moment to get control of my emotions.  I couldn't
let myself think of what happened to Father.

   "Go on," Iain urged.

   "I want us to start a custom.  When I walk with Anna and you walk with
Caitlyn, we both hold their hands.  When Anna and Caitlyn walk together,
they sometimes hold hands.  When I walk with James, he usually holds my
hand.  When I walk with Toby, he doesn't.  When you and I walk together, we
don't hold hands.  Why?"

   "I don't know, David," he said.  "I suppose it's just not a custom for
men to hold hands while they're walking."

   "Well, that's what I want to change," I said.  "I think it's the custom
for men not to hold hands because they don't want anybody to think they're
gay.  It shouldn't mean that.  It should just mean we're walking with
somebody we like, maybe even love like I love you.  The same thing is true
for men hugging each other.  They usually don't.  My father was always
hugging me but I remember some kids who said their father never did.  I
felt sorry for them.  What do you think?"

   "I understand what you want to accomplish," he said.  "I agree hugging
is good.  I think guys should do it.  Same with holding hands once in a
while.  As long as we're here where it's safe and where the trail permits,
it would be good.  It wouldn't work when we're out from under Aimee's
shelter."

   "Well, just think about it.  When you can, hold my hand or James' or
Toby's.  It's up to you and me to start customs here.  Do the same thing
with hugging, just be relaxed and free with hugs.  I think customs like
that will build bonds among us and I want us to be very free in showing
affection for each other, even guys with guys."

   "I can do that."

   We both picked up our spears.  I shifted mine to my left hand and held
out my right to Iain.  He smiled and took it.  We started walking slowly,
in no hurry to go anywhere.

   "I've got something else I need to talk to you about and I hope you'll
take charge and run with it.  What would we do here if we lost power and
maybe lost Aimee?"

   "I don't think we can lose Aimee permanently," he said.  "I know that
her universe is all solid state with no moving parts and even if we lose
power she'll still be there.  We just have to restore power and she'll come
back to us with no loss of memory."

   "Well, would you look into my question and see how confident we can be
about not losing her or power?  What would we have to do to restore power?
How do we get Aimee back?  Don't tell anybody else what you're doing.  I
don't want to worry them."

   "I understand, David," he said.  "I'll start looking into it
immediately."

   "Iain, you and I, really the first twenty of us, we can probably live
out our lives right where we are now.  Our children will probably live with
us until they're grown and then may move somewhere else.  Our grandchildren
will probably spread further.  I want to start planning for our long-term
future.  I think my degree in civil engineering from the Academy is about
to be more useful."

   "What do you mean?"

   "We need to think about building some cabins or houses or something, not
immediately, but someday soon.  I'd like to build something just inside
Aimee's shield near the isthmus first.  We're going to be gathering oysters
there regularly as part of our diet.  Maybe the next place we build will be
down near the coast where the fishing is good.  Eventually I'd like to
build something across the isthmus, on the mainland.  We might build
something close by here someday to catch the overflow we're going to have."

   "It's hard to believe we're going to have that many people here, David,"
he said.  "I wonder what our life will be like then."

   "It can be a grand adventure, Iain," I said.  "Our life will be what we
make it.  If I'm to be the leader, I need everybody's help, especially
yours.  Are you ready to start back?"

   "Yes, but I want to ask you a question first," he said.

   "OK.  Ask me anything."

   "When are we going to start being honest about our feelings for each
other?"

   "What do you mean?" I answered.  "I told you I love you like a brother.
You said you feel the same way."

   "David, I've seen how you look at me," he said.  "Maybe you've seen the
way I look at you.  It's not like brothers."

   "What is it then?"

   "Will you be honest with me?"

   "Yes."

   "OK, kiss me then."

   I looked at him critically.  I liked to look at him.  I thought he was a
beautiful young man when he came here but he was even more beautiful now. I
admired the way he looked, like a perfect young man.  I liked to look at
him and James and Toby just like I liked to look at a beautiful sunset. 
Was he reading something into the way I looked at him?  Was I just not
admitting something to myself?

   He moved directly in front of me on the uphill side of the path.  I was
almost a head taller than him but now his head was level with mine.  I
stood there, frowning a little, unsure of what to do.  He wasn't.  He put
his fingers on my cheeks, leaned forward, and kissed me gently on the
mouth. It wasn't the quick left, right, mouth kiss that was reserved for
special occasions.  It was a slow, gentle, sensuous kiss.

   A moment later, he opened his mouth and touched my lips with his tongue.
I opened to him and suddenly a hunger for him seized me and I felt lost.  I
put my hands on his behind and pulled him against me.  He did the same,
both hands at first, but then he moved one hand around in front, slid it up
under my tunic, down in my pants, and then to my penis.  It was already
stiffening.  He straightened it out so it was pointed upwards and held it
in his hand.  Damn, I was completely lost now.  I opened my eyes and looked
at him.  He was trying to read my face.

   "We've got to stop, Iain," I said.

   "I know," he said, but he didn't stop.

   He took his hand off my butt, grabbed my hand, and led it up under his
tunic and then down to his penis.  It was almost completely hard too, hot
and hard and smooth, and I was even more lost and I knew it.  I
straightened it up so it was pointing at his navel and kept my hand on it
as it swelled and hardened.  I wanted him.  I didn't know what I wanted to
do with him or to him or what I wanted him to do for me or to me but I knew
I wanted him somehow.  We stood there breathing heavily, holding each
other's erect penis.  I wanted to stop but somehow I couldn't.

   "Do you want to fuck me, David?" he whispered.  "Let's go somewhere off
the trail and you can fuck me."

   "Iain, please stop," I pled.  "I want to but..."

   "If you don't want to fuck me, then let me fuck you," he insisted.

   "Oh, shit," I said.

   I wanted to fuck him.  As much as I had always felt anal sex was
something I didn't want to do or have done to me, I wanted him to fuck me.
I wanted to know what it was like to fuck another guy and to be fucked by
one.  I tried to get in control of what we were doing because I didn't want
to do anything and at the same time I did.  Damn, what should I do?  I
turned loose of his penis, pulled his hand off mine, stepped back, and
looked at him.  I was burning up with wanting something and I didn't know
what it was.  A blow job?  I didn't think that would satisfy me.  I could
give him one.  He could suck me off.  Would that be enough?  I knew I
wanted someone to fuck or maybe to fuck me.  My heart was racing and my
breath was rasping in and out of me.

   "What are you doing, Iain?" I asked.  "Are you doing this just to see
what I will do?"

   "David, I'm simply being honest about how I feel," he answered.  "I want
to do something with you and I don't know what it is and I know you feel
the same.  Can you admit it?"

   "Hell, I can't deny it.  Yeah, I'll admit it but you can't judge my
feelings from how hard my dick is.  As horny as I am, I could hug a pine
tree and get a hard-on."

   "Me too, but, dammit, what are we going to do?  I'm not trying to make
you admit anything.  I'm trying to let you know how I feel."

   I took a few steps more away from him.  I wanted to grab him and do
something to him, anything to relieve my hunger.  I wanted to run away as
fast as I could.  I took a few deep breaths and tried to get in control of
myself.  I thought of James and how he had offered to let me fuck him and
how I had refused.

   "Iain, you know James offered me his ass one night and I didn't want to
do it," I started, fumbling my way toward some way out of this.  "He was
just a kid, an abused kid, and I wanted to protect him."

   "Yeah, I know, but it's different with me."

   "Have you thought of the consequences if we do?  How is Caitlyn going to
feel about you if she finds out?  Anna's been OK with most of my sexual
escapades but how will she feel about this one?  How are James and Toby
going to feel about me and you if they find out?  What will Jean-Nicole
think?  I'm supposed to be a leader for this group and they all know I want
you to be my side-kick or advisor and even be the leader if something
happens to me.  Will they keep seeing us and respecting us in those roles?
If we're to be the leaders for this group of young kids, maybe we should
think twice about what we do?"

   "Damn!  Damn!  And double damn!" he groaned.  "What the hell am I
supposed to do?  I'm so fucking horny all the time.  Caitlyn's coming
around but I can't expect her to keep me satisfied.  Maybe men go into rut
too and that's why we can't think straight."

   "Shit!  You can't be any hornier than I am," I said.  "We're young and
in perfect health and we constantly want to fuck but we've got to think of
the consequences.  Maybe I shouldn't say we want it.  Maybe I should say we
need it.  But there are five other people here.  We've got to think of them
no matter what we do."

   "Yeah, shit.  And merde.  What are we going to do?"

   "Iain, I don't know about you, but I'm going to pull my dick out and
jack off," I said.  "Maybe you should do the same."

   "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

   We stood there a few feet apart, facing each other, smiling knowingly at
each other, tights down around our knees, tunics pulled up with left hands,
and two right hands flying up and down.  Within a minute we both squirted
out again and again in one commingled deposit of semen.

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   After dinner, they came for me.  I didn't protest.  I let them take my
hands in theirs and lead me out of the kitchen.

   We had just enjoyed another wonderful meal: crusty freshly-baked bread,
a casserole of scalloped oysters, and a hearty brown stew made with deer
meat and lots of vegetables.  Since Jean-Nicole and Anna had cooked, all of
the rest of us were expected to clean.  I had just carried the last of the
dirty dishes to the sink when I stopped for a moment to watch Lucky
foraging for scraps.  He had been fed before we sat down to dinner but he
never seemed to be satisfied.  When Anna and Jean-Nicole came for me, Iain
and Caitlyn and James and Toby just stood there grinning as though they
knew what was going to happen.  I didn't know but I didn't resist.

   They led me across the hall to the bathing chamber, removed my loin
cloth, removed theirs, and gave me a good scrubbing.  My penis was hard as
a bamboo pole after the two of them tenderly washed it.  Then Anna and I
bathed Jean-Nicole.  I got the front side and she got the back.  Next
Jean-Nicole and I bathed Anna.  She let me have the front again.  They
didn't giggle and tease and grope.  They didn't say one word.  They smiled
just enough to tell me that they had something in store for me that I would
enjoy.  Everything they did was slow and gentle and arousing.  In the
drying circle, they both used their hands to strip the water off my body
and the warm downdraft finished drying me.  I followed their example and
rubbed the water off the two of them.  It was lots more fun to use my hands
to strip the water off a woman's body than my own, especially their breasts
and butts.

   As we were leaving the bathing chamber, they stopped just inside the
door and Anna leaned forward to see who might be in the hallway.  Evidently
nobody was.  She grabbed my penis, Jean-Nicole grabbed my hand, and they
pulled me along toward Jean-Nicole's bed chamber.  Jean-Nicole started
skipping like a little girl.  Anna did too.  I didn't.  I couldn't skip. 
Picture a tall slim guy with a rampant hard-on skipping along while two
women are pulling him down the hallway by his hand and his penis.  If you
can skip in that situation, you're a better man than I am.

   We had gone only a short distance when James and Toby walked out of
their bed chamber, talking animatedly about something.  They stopped,
looked at the three of us, registered surprise and disbelief, and grinned.

   "Somebody's gonna get fucked," James said.

   "Can we help?" Toby asked.

   Jean-Nicole showed them a quick finger, or, in Toby's words, flipped
them a bird.  She and Anna burst into giggles and continued down the
hallway, still pulling me along by my hand and my penis.  We ducked into
the sleeping chamber Jean-Nicole had chosen for herself.  As far as I knew,
I was the first male to be allowed in.  After her first introduction to
sex, she had been sleeping alone.  Maybe she had revisited James and Toby
in their bedchamber.  Who knows?  Anyway, I was relieved when they both
turned me loose.

   "Did you see the look on their faces?" Anna asked, and started giggling
again.

   "That's the first time I've ever done that," Jean-Nicole said.  "Did I
do it right?" She started giggling too.

   "Whew," I said, partly because I was relieved not only that they hadn't
damaged my most prized possession but also because I couldn't think of
anything else to say.

   I could think of something to do though.  I hugged Anna first.  I
wrapped her up in a big bear hug and pulled her against me.  My dick poked
her in her belly button.  She reached down, bent it to one side, and hugged
me back.  After a brief moment she released me and nudged me toward
Jean-Nicole.

   I hugged Jean-Nicole second and deliberately let my dick poke her in the
center of her belly.  She lifted it straight up and I pulled her against
me. She didn't protest.  She quickly kissed me on the cheek and then put
her hands on my rear and pulled me tighter against her.  I just stood
there, enjoying her little breasts pressed against my chest while my dick
was pressed against her belly.

   Then Anna pressed up against me from behind, put her arms around
Jean-Nicole and me, and pulled me up tightly between the two of them.  Hot
breasts against my front and back?  A manwich?  I couldn't complain.

   "Well, this is nice," I said.  "Every man's dream, to be sandwiched
between two naked women."

   `You can just forget your dream, David," Anna said.  "Jean-Nicole and I
are in charge tonight.  All you've got to do is keep a stiff upper dick. 
We'll do the rest."

   "I can do that," I said, perhaps too assertively.

   "Yeah, we'll see," Jean-Nicole said, and pulled my head down and kissed
me.

   She opened her mouth to me, closed her eyes, and teased me with her hot
little tongue.  I was just getting into it when she pushed me back and she
and Anna cooperated in turning me around.  Anna held my dick upright so it
was pressed against her stomach and then pulled my head down and gave me
another open-mouthed kiss.  This time it was Jean-Nicole who pressed
against my back, her hard little nipples boring two holes.  I surrendered.
I could live with this.  Let them take charge and do anything their little
hearts desired.  Anything!

   There was only one bed ready for sleeping or fucking or whatever.  I
noticed that someone had even put clean sheets on it and scattered about a
dozen pillows around.  I was ready to mess it up.

   Anna crawled in first and Jean-Nicole nudged me to go second.  Anna lay
down on her back, propped up against the wall, so I lay down beside her. 
Jean-Nicole crawled in and propped up too.  I waited.  Nobody started
anything.  I thought of twiddling my thumbs but I decided against that.  My
penis was suspended at an angle over my lower abdomen with the head almost
at my navel as usual.  Then they both turned on their sides, facing me, and
reached for my dick at the same time.  I let them play with it.

   "David has a beautiful penis, Jean-Nicole," Anna said.  "I think it's
the nicest one I've ever seen."

   "Have you seen many?" Jean-Nicole asked.  "I had never seen one, I mean,
a man's penis, until I came here."

   "Thousands," Anna replied.  "I was an operating room nurse in the Army
before I came here.  I'm an expert on dicks."

   "Well, why do you think his is so nice?"

   "It's just so filling and satisfying.  That big head on it opens me up
all the way to my cervix.  It's pretty too and it's straight except for a
little curve.  It's smooth and ivory colored, not dark like some of them.
It has red and blue arteries and veins barely showing and a smooth shiny
red head.  It feels so good when it's buried in my pussy and I can feel his
big balls on my ass cheeks."

   "Oooohh, damn," Jean-Nicole moaned.  "You make me squirm.  Could I
borrow it for a few days?"

   "Sure," Anna answered, without asking me.  "But you don't need to be in
a hurry.  Don't you want to see if his tongue is hard too?"

   I lay there and let them talk about my penis.  Jean-Nicole had seen only
little boy's penises and they were all circumcised.  She asked why I
wasn't. And why Toby and James and Iain were not either.  I wouldn't have
been surprised if my penis had answered some of her questions.  They talked
about it as if it were the most important part of a man and everything else
was just an appendage to it.  Maybe that's the way it is.

   "Anna, could I ask you some questions?" Jean-Nicole said.

   "Sure.  About what?"

   "Well, first I want to ask you about David letting his beast loose.  I
don't guess I understand what it means.  Does he hurt you?"

   "Aimee, are you listening?"

   "Of course, Anna.  I always listen unless you tell me you want privacy."

   "Do you remember what David said once when he was describing what
letting the beast loose meant?  I think it was when we were trying to help
Caitlyn break down her barriers."

   "Yes, Anna, I have that in my memory.  I always retain certain things
you say which help me to understand you.  Would you like me to play it back
in David's voice?  It is very eloquent."

   "Yes, Aimee, please do."

   I lay there and listened to myself trying to explain what it meant to
Caitlyn.

   "Caitlyn, let me tell you about me and Anna," I said.  "There's an
animal side of me, a devil that wants to fuck every young girl or woman I
see, to spread my seeds as often and as wide as I can.  Anna has an animal
side too.  Sometimes we fuck like animals, without a mind, just animals
rutting, hot, sweaty, screwing, both of us needing each other.  Mindless
fucking is the best way to describe it.  When I come it's like my body is
emptying my balls into her.  She says it seems her cervix is gulping my
semen into her womb."

   "He is very eloquent; isn't he?" Anna asked.

   "Uh, huh, but he doesn't hurt you; does he?" Jean-Nicole replied.

   "Well, no, not deliberately, no more than I hurt him.  He's never done
any permanent damage to me." She giggled and then continued.  "Sometimes I
walk bowlegged for a few days."

   "Do you think he could let the beast loose with me?" Jean-Nicole asked.

   Remember, all this is going on while the two of them are cuddled up to
my sides, playing with my toys, talking like I'm not there.  I had a smile
on my face and not a care in the world.

   "Just ask him.  You may be sore tomorrow but you'll get over it.  I like
it when he does it with me but I don't want him to do it every time."

   "Well, maybe I'll just ask him.  There's something else I want to ask
you about.  Do you think it's possible to be too...I guess...sexual?  I
want sex so bad sometimes and now that I've had it I just want more of it.
Something happened with James and Toby and I've never heard of it happening
with a woman."

   "What?"

   "They were both making love to me slow and easy, after they had both
done it once or twice.  They were sucking my nipples, both of them, and I
had another orgasm and it was a good one."

   "You came just from having your nipples sucked?" I said, forgetting that
I wasn't really there.  "Did they have their fingers in your pussy?"

   "Yes and no," Jean-Nicole said.  "They weren't touching me down there.
They were both sucking like little hungry babies."

   "Damn!" I said.

   "Is that normal?" Jean-Nicole asked.  "Am I some sort of degenerate or
something?"

   "Beats me," Anna said.  "Maybe we'll have to do some scientific research
someday.  I imagine James and Toby will volunteer."

   "I volunteer," I whispered.

   Jean-Nicole must have wanted to take a closer look at my penis.  She
slid down on the bed and put her head on my chest, just inches from the
head.  Then Anna joined her and they bent my dick around and around and
looked at it and talked about it.  Jean-Nicole had more questions about it
and Anna had good answers.  I put my hands behind my head, closed my eyes,
and let them have their way with me.

   Then I felt somebody's mouth around the head, and I opened my eyes and
rose up on my elbows to see whose mouth it was.  It was Jean-Nicole's. 
Anna was holding it for her.  She wasn't bad for an amateur.

   I closed my eyes again and let them play.  Two mouths, two tongues, four
hands, all over my dick, all over my balls, always slow and gentle, not
trying to make me come, just licking, sucking, stroking, first one mouth
and then another and sometimes both.  I lost track of who was doing
whatever to me.  It didn't matter.  It was all I was conscious of and I
didn't want them ever to stop.  But of course they did.

   I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock.  Twelve minutes had elapsed
since I last looked at it and I wasn't even conscious of time passing.

   "We thought you had gone to sleep," Anna said.  They both chuckled,
giggled, snickered, laughed, whatever women do.

   "I was just resting for the next round," I said.  "What now?"

   "You and I are going to give Jean-Nicole a little attention," she said.
"Is your tongue rested?"

   I caught the fact that she said you and I.  Was her tongue rested?  Was
she going to help me?  Damn, another male fantasy: to watch two beautiful
women making love.  I liked the idea.  Two women licking each other's
pussy.

   The only problem was that we didn't have room to do it.  The bed alcoves
were about eight feet long and six wide but with a tall woman stretched out
on her back and a pillow under her hips, there wasn't room for me to lie
down on my stomach with my head between her thighs.  We solved the problem.
We rearranged so that Jean-Nicole was lying crossways on the bed with her
legs partially off and her feet on the floor.  Anna pushed Jean-Nicole's
legs apart, put a pillow on the floor, and motioned for me to kneel.

   I knelt, took a moment to admire her little hairless pussy, and then
leaned over, shifted her legs so they were on my back, and started kissing
and licking.  At first I kissed my way up the inside of one soft smooth
thigh and down the other.  Then I teased her by licking up the two creases
between her legs and her mound and deliberately avoided the center.

   Jean-Nicole wanted my tongue somewhere else.  She grabbed two handfuls
of my hair and held my head still right between her legs.  I moved my hands
from her thighs and used my thumbs to pull her big lips apart and my tongue
to separate the little lips.  I heard her moan and I assumed I was pleasing
her so I kept doing it.  I was enjoying myself when Anna touched me on my
shoulder and motioned for me to move.

   I moved out of the way but I stayed close, standing there stroking a
full-to-bursting erection.  I wanted to watch but I needed to fuck one of
them.  Anna knelt between Jean-Nicole's legs and lowered her head down to
Jean-Nicole's pussy.  I watched as she licked her.  There was no difference
in the way we did it.  Jean-Nicole held Anna's head in place and moaned
almost continuously.

   After a minute or so, I touched Anna on the shoulder and she stood up. I
knelt down and did exactly the same thing she had done to Jean-Nicole.  She
squirmed and moaned and I wondered if she was about to come.  My tongue was
getting tired and I wanted her to get her big O before I quit.  Then Anna
touched me on the shoulder again and I moved to one side and let her kneel
on the pillow.  I don't know what the difference was but Anna quickly had
her wiggling and almost screaming.  There was no mistaking it.  Jean-Nicole
was about to have a good orgasm.  I wanted to finish her off.

   I nudged Anna, she stood up, and I dropped down on the pillow.  I put
one long finger in her hot wet depths, used thumb and one finger on the
other hand, and made her clit come out of its shelter.  It was about like
the tip of my little finger, about the same size and shape as her nipples.
I fastened my mouth on it and sucked and sucked and at the same time I used
my finger and fucked and fucked.  She put her hands behind my head and
tried to smother me with her pussy while her vagina pulsed again and again
on my finger.

   I pulled back and looked at a pussy that was ready to be fucked.  I
wanted to shove my dick in and make her scream but I knew I had another
woman to take care of.

   I gave Jean-Nicole's juicy little pussy a few more good licks and then
stood up.  I pushed Anna around and back so she was lying next to
Jean-Nicole's inert body and then I moved the pillow over, knelt on it, and
started licking a fresh pussy.  I took a deep breath or two and smelled
Anna's arousal and I couldn't tell any difference between the way the two
of them smelled.  In fact, she tasted about the same too.  Maybe all women
smell and taste the same when they're really aroused.  I certainly couldn't
tell the difference.

   Jean-Nicole roused from her little death, rolled over on her side,
propped her head up with her hand, and watched me licking Anna's pussy.  I
had no idea whether she would offer to help.  She had been eager to do
everything sexual so far.  I decided to offer her the opportunity.  I moved
off the pillow, pointed at her, then pointed at Anna's pussy.  She grinned
at me, stuck her tongue out, and shook her head.  Oh, well, my tongue
wasn't dead yet.  I closed my eyes and resumed licking Anna.

   When Jean-Nicole moved off the bed and left the room, I wondered where
she was going.  To the bathroom, I suppose.  Anyway, she was back in a
minute or so.  She touched me on the shoulder, used her thumb to tell me to
move, and then dropped to her knees.  I stood up, wrapped my hand around my
aching penis, and watched her trying to find Anna's clitoris with her
little pink tongue.

   Anna was reclined in the bed alcove, suspended on her elbows, with her
derriere at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide and bent, and feet on the
floor.  Jean-Nicole was on her knees with her head between Anna's thighs. I
was standing behind Jean-Nicole stroking my penis and looking down at her
pussy.  The little lips inside were spread and glistening with moisture. 
Damn, it looked good enough to eat or fuck or maybe eat and then fuck.  I
thought for a second and then chose fuck.  I got down on my knees behind
Jean-Nicole, hands on her hips, hesitated, and looked at Anna, questioning.

   "Jean-Nicole, David wants to stuff his little zucchini in your little
pussy," she whispered.  "Is that OK with you?"

   I saw her nodding or maybe she was licking.  Anyway, both Anna and I
took that as permission so I knee-walked up closer, held my penis with one
hand, and rubbed the head up and down in her pussy.  The way it was
drooling, I knew she was ready.  Anna took mercy on me and threw me a
pillow.  I quickly tucked it under my knees.

   "David, be very gentle with her, please," Anna instructed.  "She's doing
something I like so don't start ramming your dick up her.  Can you be very
slow and easy?

   I pushed slowly and gently but firmly and felt about half my dick slide
into her and, damn, it was good: hot, tight, juicy.  What more could a man
want?  I pulled back slowly and watched as her pussy lips clung to the
shaft of my penis as though it didn't want to let go.  When I saw the rim
around the head, I reversed directions and went back in.  This time, I
pushed it in until she groaned, about three-fourths of my dick.  I gave her
a moment to get used to that much.  Then she reached back between her legs,
grabbed my testicles and pulled forward until she had every bit of my dick
inside her and I didn't have any more to give her.  Damn, twenty
centimeters and I was worried whether my dick would be too big.  How do
they do it?

   I looked up at Anna.  Her eyes were barely open and she had a little
smile on her face.  I could see that she liked what Jean-Nicole was doing
to her.  I smiled back at her and gave her an air kiss.  She stuck her
tongue out at me.  I settled down in to a rhythmical gentle easing in and
drawing out and watched Jean-Nicole just as slowly and gently licking
Anna's pussy.  Damn, I could learn to like this.

   Looking down at Jean-Nicole's derriere, I couldn't help but see the
little light-brown pucker of her asshole.  Maybe I didn't get the cherry in
her pussy but I could have it there.  I'd never wanted to do it to anybody,
male or female, but maybe it would be worth trying, just to see how it
felt.

   I pulled my penis out of her and used the head to wipe the pussy juices
up and down on her pucker.  Then I touched the head against it without
trying to push it in.  She didn't protest.  I pushed slightly.  She still
didn't protest.  Damn, she had a tight sphincter.  I pushed one more time
and she groaned.  I looked up and she was looking back at me.  Anna was
also looking at me and she was frowning.  Oh shit, caught me.

   I was about to try to put my dick back in her pussy but she swatted at
it.  I settled down on my haunches and waited for them to take mercy on a
repentant sinner.

   "You're bad, David," she said, but she was smiling.

   "I thought you didn't like sex that way," Anna said.  "Don't try that
again or you'll have to be punished."

   "Yes, ma'am," I said and tried to look contrite.  How did she know what
I had done?  She couldn't see behind Jean-Nicole.  Oh, well, I watched as
Jean-Nicole resumed licking Anna's pussy.

   When Anna began to squirm, I decided that I was going to be the one who
got her off.  I touched Jean-Nicole on the shoulder, gave her the thumb,
and dropped to my knees as soon as she moved.  I slid two fingers of one
hand into Anna's vagina, used a finger and thumb on the other hand to push
up and pull apart on her labia, and her clitoris popped out, all red and
standing up and swollen.  I sucked and tongued it until she tried to pull
me baldheaded.  I kept licking while she moaned and wiggled and cussed me
and her pussy tried to amputate my fingers.  I was glad when she quieted
down.  I was pleased that she had let me keep my hair and that I had
succeeded in giving her a big O, but, damn, my tongue needed a day's rest
to recuperate.

   I didn't know what they had planned for me but I knew what I wanted: to
fill Jean-Nicole's little womb with a gallon of my semen.  Blow-jobs are
nice but there are times when a man needs a good fuck and, damn, this was
one of those times.  I crawled on the bed between the two of them, flopped
down on my back, and held my penis straight up.

   I didn't say a word.  I waited for them to do whatever they wanted, as
long as it was what I wanted.  Jean-Nicole crawled into the bed alcove and
flopped down beside me.  Anna slapped my hand off my penis and wrapped her
hand around it.

   "Jean-Nicole, would you like to go for a ride?" she asked.

   Yeah, that was what I wanted.  "Come on, saddle up, cowgirl," I leered.

   She mounted her steed, slowly worked her way down until my entire dick
was engulfed in her hairless little pussy and then she rode me.  I put my
hands behind my head and watched her for a while.  I looked over at Anna.
She was watching too.

   Just when it was getting good, Jean-Nicole rolled off me, flopped down
between me and Anna, spread her legs, and held her arms up in welcome.  I
liked that way better.  I scrambled around and slid my horse cock into her
saddle again.

   "OK, cowboy, let your beast loose," she whispered.

   I started slowly, trying to show a little restraint so I didn't hurt her
but gradually the I in me faded away and I was nothing but dick pistoning
in and out of a hot wet pussy and balls slapping against soft ass cheeks.
The devil could have claimed my soul for hell if I refused to stop and I
knew I'd keep on fucking her.  I wasn't even aware of the damage her mouth
was doing to my shoulders and her fingernails were doing to my ass.  I
plunged into her until my balls squirted out my life against the mouth to
her womb.

   They let me rest for a while, me between the two of them, and started
talking again.  Anna asked Jean-Nicole how she liked to have me let the
beast loose.  Jean-Nicole didn't answer at first.  Finally, she whispered
so low I could hardly hear her.  "It was OK." I pulled the pillow from
behind my head and hit her with it.  Anna hit me with another pillow from
behind.  Jean-Nicole retaliated and whacked me with her pillow.  I gave up.
I knew when I was defeated.  Just OK?  Shit, I knew I had given her my
best.

   They put their heads on my shoulders and talked about what we had done
as though I was not even there or at least only part of me was.  I looked
down at my dick.  It was lying across my thigh, head still exposed, soft
but still swollen almost as big as when it's hard.  It was wet and
glistening with Jean-Nicole's pussy juices and with some of my semen
hanging off the head.  I closed my eyes and just listened to an occasional
comment from one or the other.

   Maybe they thought I wasn't listening but of course I was.  When
Jean-Nicole whispered that she loved my beast and that she finally knew
what it meant to be really fucked, I smiled, satisfied that she had loved
my beastly performance.

   One of them moved.  I opened my eyes.  It was Anna.  She had her head on
my stomach close to my dick.  I watched to see what she was going to do. 
Then Jean-Nicole moved down too, inches away from Anna's head.  Anna held
my inert dick up with a finger and thumb and licked it from bottom of the
shaft to the head.  Damn, that was too much.  But then Jean-Nicole licked
it too.  Anna licked up the little puddle of semen where the head had
rested and then licked all the way up to the head again.  Then they both
started licking me clean.  Lick and giggle.  Damn, that was really too
much. I felt my dick start to fill and stiffen again.  I let them bring
back Lazarus and then I rearranged them the way I wanted.

   Jean-Nicole was on the bed, her ass almost at the edge, legs hanging
off, and feet on the floor.  Anna was kneeling on a pillow between
Jean-Nicole's legs, ready to give her a good licking.  I was kneeling on a
pillow behind Anna, looking down at her puckered asshole and below that the
open wet lips to her pussy.  Maybe Anna might like it in the ass but I
wasn't about to try it.  I bent my dick down to horizontal and slowly slide
it home in my second pussy.  She grunted when I hit bottom and then she
lowered her head and started licking Jean-Nicole's pussy.

   With a steel-rod penis, I was positive my balls had at least one more
charge in them, a good one for Anna.  What if they wanted more?  Would I
have a third one?  For Jean-Nicole?  And maybe a fourth one.  For Anna? 
Shit, I knew I would give it my best.  I quit worrying and started fucking.
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