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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Thirty-Two   I was dreaming of being bathed by some giggling females when
the room began to shake.  In my muddled sleep state, I thought an
earthquake was occurring and the bed was shaking.  Instead Anna was shaking
me by the shoulder.  Then I heard Aimee and I lifted my head.

   "David, please wake up," Aimee called.  "Petra is crying and Pyotr
cannot make her stop."

   I stood up beside the bed, held out my hand to Anna, and we quickly went
out the door into the hallway, down past Iain's and Caitlyn's bed chamber,
to the one Petra and Pyotr had chosen.

   Since their arrival, Anna and I had watched the twins carefully.  They
seemed to be adapting to our company and our new world without significant
difficulty.  They were comfortable being almost naked and wearing only a
loincloth when inside.  They grinned and strutted like we all had when they
first wore our Sherwood Forest attire on a venture outside.  They were
eager to help in our house-keeping chores and in our garden preparation. 
And, most important of all, they seemed genuinely happy to be with us.  I
had not expected any trouble.

   Pyotr and Petra were naked, just as Anna and I were.  They were in the
middle of the bed and he was holding her close to him face to face, rocking
back and forth, and talking to her.  She was crying inconsolably.  I didn't
know what to do.  Anna did.  She crawled over the two of them to the back
side of Petra, cuddled up to her, and began whispering to her.

   "Turn over, Petra," she said.  "It's me, Anna.  What's wrong?  Why are
you crying?"

   Pyotr answered for her.  "She had a bad dream.  She said he was coming
to get us for killing him, you know, our stepfather.  I can't make her
stop."

   "Turn over, Petra," Anna whispered.  "Let me hold you.  It'll be OK. 
Nobody's coming to get you.  David and Pyotr and I will protect you. 
Nobody will hurt you."

   Petra slowly turned over and Anna immediately moved closer and held her,
one arm under her, one arm protectively over her, one hand holding Petra's
head just above her breasts.  I crawled in the bed behind Pyotr, put my arm
over him, and pulled him back.  He put his hand on my hip and moved back
against me.

   Anna kept talking quietly to Petra, reassuring her that we would protect
her, that the bad man could never do anything to her again, that we were in
a world where there were no bad men, only good ones, and that we would all
take care of her.  Petra's sobs slowed and finally she was quiet.

   "Petra, I've got to pee," Anna whispered.  "Would you go with me to the
toilet?  Maybe Pyotr and David need to go too."

   I understood what Anna was trying to do so I quickly said I needed to go
too.  Then Pyotr either understood or really had to go and said he needed
to pee too.  I rolled out of the bed alcove and held out my hand.  Pyotr
took it for a moment and then relinquished it to Petra.  I wasn't sure that
it was wise to hold her since both of us were naked but I wanted to.  My
penis was complacent so I didn't think it would alarm her to have it
against her.  I wanted to reassure her that she was safe and that I would
protect her.  I pulled her up against me, wrapped both arms around her, and
reinforced what Anna had said.

   "Petra, nobody is going to hurt you," I said quietly but emphatically.
"We're going to protect you.  Nobody will ever abuse you like he did again.
I will make sure of that.  You're going to have a long and happy and safe
life with us."

   I motioned for Pyotr and Anna to come closer and we stood there for a
moment in a triangle completely surrounding Petra, as close to her as we
could get.

   "I really do need to pee," Anna said, and our huddle broke up.  She held
out her hand to Petra and the two of them started to the toilet.  I
shrugged, held out my hand to Pyotr, and we followed them.  At the door to
the toilet, Petra stopped.  Anna looked at her quizzically.

   "I wish I could pee like they do," she said smiling up at Anna and then
giggling.  "I wish I could stand up and do it."

   "We can," Anna said, and led her into the women's side of the toilet. 
"We just can't stand up and aim as well as they do."

   Petra giggled.  Pyotr looked at me and grinned.  I shrugged and we went
in the men's side to do our stand up and aim piss.

   Pyotr demonstrated how well he could aim.  He held his penis between
fingers and thumbs on both hands, grunted, drilled the urinal dead center,
and then stopped.  I was about to start but I waited to see what he was
going to do.  He took a step backwards, grunted again, and drilled the
urinal dead center again.  I held my penis on ready, waiting to see if he
was through showing off.  He wasn't.  He took another step backwards,
grunted again, and squirted another stream close to the center.  I shook my
head and pissed.  I didn't try to follow his example.  He turned toward me
and held his penis and testicles cupped in his hand.

   "Do you think my penis is going to be as big as yours, David?" he asked.

   I looked at his penis and testicles.  I had no idea what size his penis
was going to be but I knew he needed reassurance like all young boys do. 
Soft, his was about ten centimeters, about four inches.  It looked like a
nice handful.

   "I don't know, Pyotr," I said.  "Why worry about it?  Your penis is
already as big as some grown men's.  It will please a woman.  That's all
that matters."

   "I thought women liked big ones."

   "Pyotr, you can have a huge penis and still be a lousy lover.  We're
going to teach you how to be a good lover.  Ask James and Toby.  Talk to
Aimee and let her start you in the sex education classes with them.  Ask me
questions.  I'll answer the best I can.  But don't worry about size.  We'll
all teach you how to make love to a woman.  Just don't do it with Petra."

   He looked at me and frowned.  "David, she's my sister.  I love her but I
don't want to do it with her.  I want to protect her.  I always have."

   "Then maybe you had better stop sleeping with her naked," I said.  "Your
penis is a treacherous organ, Pyotr.  Sometimes we think with our little
head.  It doesn't care whether she's your sister or not."

   "I know but I hate to stop," he said.  "It's always been nice just to
sleep with her and cuddle with her."

   "Have you done anything else with her, I mean, more than just cuddling."

   "We play with each other sometimes."

   "I mean sexually.  Have you played with her pussy?  Has she played with
your dick?"

   "Yeah, we've always done that.  I guess we were just curious about how
we were different.  Lately, since I started ejaculating, she's jacked me
off a couple of times.  The first time, I came on my stomach and she tried
to see if there was sperm in it.  The white stuff is the sperm; isn't it?"

   "Yes, and that's what can get her pregnant.  Don't take a chance on
that, Pyotr.  You can kill your sister if you get her pregnant at her age."

   "I won't, David.  She's my sister and I want to protect her.  We shared
our mother's womb for nine months and we've shared the same bed since them.
I guess we love each other because nobody else has ever loved us.  Is it so
bad if we play with each other, maybe even have sex with each other?"

   "She's your sister, Pyotr," I said.  "Boys don't usually have sex with
their sisters."

   "I know," he said.  "We've talked about it though."

   "Well, would the two of you talk to Anna and me before you do anything?

   "Yeah."

   We waited in the hallway for Anna and Petra to come out.  Why does it
always take women so long to piss?  Finally they walked out hand-in-hand.

   "Let's go back to your bed chamber, Petra," Anna said.  "David always
protects me.  I want you to believe that he will protect you too."

   In their bed chamber, she asked me to crawl in first and Petra to get in
second.

   "I want him to spoon up to you, Petra," she said.  "I want him to hold
you, just hold you.  That's all.  I want you to feel his strength, his
warmth, his love, the same way I feel it every night.  He's the strongest
man I've ever known and he's also the most gentle and loving and caring."

   Petra moved back against me and I wrapped her up in almost the same way
I do Anna every night.  I put my arm over her but without my hand on her
little breasts, put my right leg over her left one, and nestled my flaccid
penis against her smooth little derriere.  I pulled her back against me,
using just a little force to let her feel my strength, then took a couple
of deep breaths, almost closed my eyes, and relaxed.

   Anna asked Pyotr to get in next and then she spooned up against his
butt. She did almost the same thing she usually does with me, almost
because she didn't reach down and play with his penis for a moment.

   "Now, could we relax and go back to sleep," Anna said.  "David and I are
going to sleep with you tonight.  I want to tell you about the time David
killed a rattlesnake with his bare hands before it could strike me."

   I thought for a second I might get a hard-on from having a young female,
a little girl just starting to become a woman, against me.  My penis was
warm and semi-swollen as it always is in the warmth of our living quarters.
It was pressed against the smooth derriere of a beautiful female.  I liked
to look at her beauty but then I also liked to look at the beauty of her
brother the same way.  I didn't feel any sexual response from admiring
their beauty and I didn't feel any sexual arousal from holding her.  All I
felt was a protective instinct for an innocent child.  I felt the same way
about Pyotr.  I felt the same sort of instinct for Anna and perhaps for all
women.  Maybe there is in men a protective instinct toward all women and
children.  After what I had done in our old world, killing so many men, I
liked knowing there was something soft and warm and loving in me.

   I lay there holding Petra, looking at Anna holding Pyotr, listening to
the whispered story of the rattlesnake.  When Anna finished, I pulled Petra
tighter against me and closed my eyes.  Sleep wasn't long in returning.

   I woke up the next morning with a rampant piss-hard pressed between the
warm thighs of a female.  At first, I wasn't concerned because I thought I
was holding Anna.  When I realized I was holding Petra, I tried to move
back away from her but she was holding my hand pressed flat against her
chest.  I felt a soft little breast and the bump of a nipple in the center
of my palm.

   "It's OK, David," Petra whispered.  "Don't go.  I know guys sometimes
get hard when they have to pee.  I've felt Pyotr's lots of times.  It
doesn't scare me."

   I looked at Pyotr's sleeping face.  Only his lips moved.

   "Yeah, but she says she'll whack it off if I try to stick it in her."

   It scared me, not her threat, but my hard-on's proximity to her pussy.
More than once, Anna and I had sleepily cooperated in letting my penis nose
into her pussy in the middle of the night.  I sat up, crawled over three
bodies, and went to the toilet.  Pyotr came in, his morning woody wavering
back and forth like a divining rod, and, without a performance, peed next
to me.  He didn't say a word, just grinned at me.  I don't know what the
girls did.

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   A few days later, James and Toby and I planned an early-morning
walkabout.  I piled my outdoor clothes in the hallway just outside our bed
chamber door so I wouldn't awaken Anna getting dressed.  Lucky usually
awakened about dawn and wanted to go outdoors for a quick pee and then a
sniffing exploration.  I had left open the door to our bed chamber so James
could call me.

   As usual, the three of us first went to the highest level of the
terraces for a look.  Lucky disappeared somewhere in the woods.  I knew he
would come back when James whistled for him.  The day was cold and gray
with low clouds and strong gusts of wind.  Anna had given me the morning
weather report but there is nothing like really experiencing the raw
outdoors for yourself.  I pulled the hood to my rain cape over my head and
tied it so only my face was exposed.  Toby and James did the same.  We
stood there like three monks in brown robes looking at the sea and the sky
and the mountain.

   I heard a strange honking noise, looked for it, and soon saw a huge
flock of geese coming from the north.  I watched as they dropped lower and
lower and seemed to curve around somewhere to the south.  I realized that
was the location of the swamp where Iain and James had found eggs in the
water.

   "Well, looks like we're going on an eggspedition this afternoon," I
said. Toby and James both groaned.

   At breakfast I announced the afternoon eggspedition and got more groans
and giggles.  I was eager to go and I knew Toby and James and Iain were
too. When James told Pyotr what we were going to do, he was eager to go
with us.

   After lunch, the five of us dressed for our eggspedition.  I wanted a
fire to warm us so I took my fire starter and some tinder.  The weather was
still cold and gray so we all dressed warmly and put a rain cape in our
backpack.  When I hung an extra backpack on my shoulders, Iain did too.  He
even took an extra-large pot from the kitchen.  When I asked why, he said
we could put it in one spot, fill it with eggs, and wouldn't have to wade
back to the shore so often.  James and Toby and even Pyotr wanted to take
two backpacks but I advised them to take only one.

   We hadn't gone far down the mountain when James started singing: "Hi ho,
hi ho, it's off to work we go." Toby joined in, then Iain, then Pyotr, and
so I did too.  The song died away and a little later James revived it,
except that he substituted the word crap for work.  And that's the way we
went down the mountain, singing, substituting four-letter dirty words for
work.  Iain carried the big pot on his head and I carried his spear.  Have
you ever heard hi ho, hi ho, it's off to shit we go sung by a guy with a
beautiful tenor voice with a pot over his head?

   When Iain handed the pot to me, I did my best to project my voice, to
sing with strength, not weakness, as he had been teaching me.  When I
finished, I looked at him.  He smiled and nodded his head in approval.

   The pot went from one to another as we walked and the one with the pot
had to come up with another dirty word.  I wondered who was going to change
work into fuck.  Toby finally did.

   I suppose the geese heard us singing.  Before we reached the swamp, we
saw the huge flock take to the air again.  When we broke through the
bushes, the water in the swamp was still, white feathers were floating
everywhere, and we saw a few white eggs resting on the bottom near us.

   I sent the others in search of dead wood while I started a fire.  With a
fire going, we all picked up Spanish moss to use in packing the eggs.  It
was hanging from the trees everywhere and clumps of it were on the ground.

   As Iain recommended, we took off our boots, stripped off our tights, and
put our boots back on.  We kept on our long chemises, tunics, and thick
tops which covered us to mid-thigh.  With intermittent breaks to warm, we
hoped to endure the cold water long enough to find lots of eggs.

   The water had been muddied by the geese but the swamp was shallow and
eggs were still easy to spot.  We quickly filled the pot and I carried it
back to dry land and unloaded the eggs.  I warmed at the fire for a minute
and then waded back in the swamp.

   After a while, James bent over to pick up another egg and farted loudly.
He looked to the sky and said, "Where's that goose?" Of course the rest of
us looked to the sky too.  There was no goose.  That degenerated into a
debate about why geese fly in a V formation and Toby swore that it was so
they could break wind and every time they honked it was because they farted
and they were enjoying jet propulsion.  That degenerated into a discussion
of whether other animals farted and what an elephant or whale fart would
sound like.  I contributed my nonsense two cents and felt like a fifteen
year-old boy again.

   Before we finished, we had filled and emptied the pot about ten times
and had all taken breaks to warm.  I looked at all the eggs, judged that we
had about all we could carry, and called a halt.

   Still naked down below, we all stood around the fire, warming first one
side and then the other.  First, we turned our butts to the fire and warmed
our backsides.  Then we faced the fire, pulled our clothing up above our
belly button, and tried to thaw out some evidently cold parts.  Our
scrotums and penises looked like they were on Roman statues.  We stood
there grinning and looking at the others.

   I remembered an incident from my boyhood when a bunch of us had
participated in a circle jerk around a fire and then pissed on the embers.
I was the leader so I led.  I rubbed my testicles and stretched my penis to
restore the blood flow.  The others followed my example.  I kept rubbing,
stroking, and pulling, until I felt a familiar response and my penis
started engorging.  I watched the others, not a word said, until all five
of us were standing there with hot hard-ons, even Pyotr.

   Since I enjoyed a leisurely jerk off once in a while, I was in no hurry.
The others grinned and did it too.  Toby was the first to squirt.  He
leaned so far forward that I was afraid he was about to roast his wiener.
He spurted again and again, and, damn, the first one flew over the fire
entirely and landed between my legs.  James was next and he grunted and
squirted down in the fire.  Pyotr shuffled up until his bare toes were
almost in the embers.  His contribution was watery but there were white
sperm in it.  I made a mental note to talk to him again and warn him about
sleeping with his sister.

   Iain and I, the old guys, were still grinning and jerking.  If we were
in a race for last place, Iain lost.  He grunted like James and squirted.
Then they all watched me.  I shrugged and kept stroking my poker.  I
whistled and stroked it.  They all watched.  I held my penis straight out
and gave it a few two-fingered strokes, really two fingers and a thumb. 
They grinned and watched.  When I finally came, I squirted out a few long
white strings directly in the middle of the fire.  James started cheering
and the others joined in.

   I stood there squeezing the last drops out of the tubes and still
feeling like a fifteen year-old boy.  When I started pissing on the fire,
the others grunted and pissed too.  We made a lot of piss-smelling steam
but we didn't extinguish the fire.  I used the pot to carry water from the
swamp and soak the embers.  As cold and gray and humid as the day was I
didn't think there was any chance the fire could get out but I didn't want
to take any chances.

   We put on the rest of our clothing and the dry moccasins we had brought
and then started filling backpacks with eggs.  Pyotr asked a question.

   "David, do you guys do that together often, you know, jack off?  Is it
alright?  All the guys at school acted like they didn't do it."

   "Let's ask James to answer your question, Pyotr," I said.

   "Yeah, Toby and I do it at least once a day," he said.  "David and Iain
and I did it a lot before their wives came.  Aimee says all young males do
it `cause their balls are producing so much semen and testosterone.  She
says it's normal and nothing to be ashamed of.  You're welcome to join us
whenever you want to."

   "Sometimes, James and I do it two or three times a day," Toby added. 
"David did it with us just so you would know it's OK; didn't you; David?"

   "That's right, but I also did it because I wanted to," I said.  "It's
fun.  Feels good.  When I was a kid, we called it a circle jerk."

   "Now that Anna's with you, do you still do it?" Pyotr asked.

   "Yeah, almost every day.  Anna likes to watch me." I answered.

   "Don't you do it with her, you know, make love to her," he asked.

   "Yeah, lots but sometimes she's out of commission but I never am," I
said.  "Sometimes I jack off and she jills off.  It's just another way to
have fun."

   Pyotr looked at Iain.  He grinned and nodded.

   "Well, I don't remember when I started but lately it seems like I do it
every day," Pyotr said.

   Iain and I helped James and Toby and Pyotr put on loaded backpacks and
then he and I each carried two.  Our spears were leaning against a huge
tree.  We each took our spear in our right hand and started the long walk
home.  Toby started off carrying the pot on his head.  James was to carry
it second, Iain third, and me last.

   On the way up the mountain, Iain and I kept an eye on Pyotr.  I could
tell that he was struggling to climb the mountain with his backpack full of
eggs.  I watched him carefully and it seemed he could hardly put one foot
in front of the other.  When I called a break and offered to carry him, he
refused.  James convinced him.

   "Pyotr, let him carry you.  When I first came here six months ago, David
had to carry me part way up the mountain.  Now I'm not even breathing hard.
In a few months, you'll be like me and Toby.  We can carry David's
backpacks.  We can both carry two.  Maybe Iain can carry yours.  If we
can't carry them, maybe we could just leave them beside the trail and come
back for them later."

   Pyotr finally but reluctantly agreed.  I carried him on my back with his
arms around my neck, his legs locked around my waist, my left arm under his
butt, and my right arm holding my spear.  At first his head was beside mine
but as we climbed he let it slip down so it was resting on my shoulder.

   We were close to home when we met four Sherwood-forest females coming
down the mountain looking for us.  The three oldest took one backpack each,
leaving James and Iain with two each.  Petra wanted to take one from James
and he reluctantly let her.  We slowly climbed the rest of the way back
home.  I was exhausted from carrying Pyotr but I was also content and happy
and glad to be in a world of my choosing.  I didn't see how life could be
any better.

   Without my asking, Anna took charge.  She had us carry the backpacks
into the kitchen where she and Jean-Nicole carefully removed the eggs and
put them in the two deep sinks.  They sprayed the eggs and then filled the
sinks with water, added water purification tablets, and left them to soak.

   Then she had us carry one of the bamboo drying racks from the central
hallway to the outdoors, ordered us to strip naked, and hung our dirty
clothes on the rack for the wind and rain and sun to give them a
preliminary cleaning.

   Then she told us to take our naked asses to the bathing chamber where
she and Caitlyn and Petra were going to give us five guys a good scrubbing.
I looked at Jean-Nicole, wondering why she wasn't going to help.  Anna said
Jean-Nicole was going to finish dinner so we could eat as soon as we were
bathed.

   Have you ever tried to retain your composure when a woman is scrubbing
your feet and legs with a brush and your dick is right in front of her
face? How about when another is washing your genitals and ass with a soapy
washcloth?  Caitlyn scrubbed my feet, then Anna did my legs, and Petra
washed my penis and testicles with her soft little hands and a warm soapy
washcloth.  Caitlyn washed my buttocks and the crack of my ass and giggled
while she was doing it.  When she finished, Anna gave my penis a good yank
and, of course, Caitlyn and Petra yanked it too.  I couldn't help that it
was pointing almost straight up.  They let me wash everything above the
waist.  I finally rinsed the soap out of my long hair, walked over to the
drying circle, and watched the other guys get the same treatment, including
the penis yank.  I thought life couldn't get any better.

   I was wrong.  It could.  With Jean-Nicole as head chef and three
sou-chefs, the ladies had prepared a wonderful hot meal for us, oysters
crusty with cheese and bread crumbs, warm bread with garlic and olive oil,
a huge pot of deer-meat stew, thick and brown and delicious, and an onion
frittata made with caramelized onions and fresh eggs.  We all ate like we
had been starving for days.

   I was doubly wrong.  Anna asked Aimee to fill the pool in the bathing
chamber with hot water.  Five guys and four girls giggled and shoved and
tickled and groped their way to the pool, loincloths were quickly shed, and
nine naked little kids soaked and played in the tub.

   For a while, Pyotr and Toby were both face to face with Jean-Nicole,
almost floating on top of her, beautiful bare butts showing occasionally.
The three of them were whispering and she was playing with something
underwater.  I couldn't see what she was doing but I think she had
something in each hand.

   James was behind Petra, his hands were on her almost non-existent
breasts, and she was squirming against him and giggling.  I saw him let one
hand slip down her front.  She registered surprise, then pulled his hand
back to her breast, and slapped it gently.

   Caitlyn and Iain were face to face, wiggling and grinning and
whispering. Her beautiful derriere bobbed to the top occasionally.  Once I
saw the red head of Iain's penis pop to the surface between her legs.

   Anna was face to face with me with my hard-on sandwiched between our
bellies.  She wiggled around until I felt her pussy against the shaft of my
dick and she had a quick ride, a fuck without actually fucking.  I was
content, especially when she gave me an open-mouthed kiss and told me that
somebody was going to fuck my brains out when we went to bed.

   I had no idea that it wasn't going to be Anna.  Still naked, we went to
our bed chamber.  My penis was swollen, waiting for someone to fuck my
brains out.  I looked at her pubic patch and then at mine.  We both had the
dark shadow of hair there again.  She was my big beautiful Anna, my Anna,
my love, my life, my wife, and I was so glad to be united with her.

   I knew Anna would probably want to brush her hair as she did every night
so I sat down on the side of the bed and watched her.  During the day, she
usually had something tied around her hair so it was like a bushy ponytail
behind her head.  She removed it, shook her head vigorously, and her dark
curly hair went flying.  It had been cut short when she came to me but now
it was almost down to her shoulders like mine.  When she lifted her arms to
brush her hair, her breasts were lifted a little and were even more perfect
and beautiful.  As usual, all I could do was marvel at her beauty and feel
blessed that she shared her body with me.

   When she finished with her hair, she walked over in front of me.  I
looked up at her, wondering what she wanted.  Then she began to brush my
hair.  I sat there with my mouth close to her breasts and as usual I wanted
to suckle at them.  Her nipples were already standing out.  Maybe that was
what she wanted too.

   In bed together, we leisurely played at loving each other.  We tried
simultaneous oral sex but as usual that didn't last long.  I liked it
better when she was sitting on my legs, bent over, one hand cradling my
testicles, one moving hand wrapped around the shaft of my penis, her tongue
licking upwards over the sensitive spot that tied my foreskin to the head,
then her sucking mouth covering the head while her lips slid up and down on
it.  That was the way I liked it.  I wanted her to keep doing it for days.

   I also wanted to please her.  After a while, I scrambled around so I was
between her spread legs, put my hands under her soft derriere, and lifted
her up to my mouth.  I gave her a long slow lick from her perineum between
the wet lips of her pussy and all the way to where they joined together and
hid her clitoris.  I did it again and again until the lips were spread to
each side and the sensitive pink area between vagina and clitoris was
exposed.  Then I concentrated on the area where her clitoris was in hiding
until I felt her hard nubbin with my tongue.

   I didn't want to make her come with my tongue.  Not tonight.  I wanted
to get her close to coming and then slide my penis into her until my pubic
bone rubbed her nubbin and the head of my penis was trying to get through
her cervix.  I knew she liked for me to get her close and then give her all
of my penis in one quick slide.  She sometimes came as soon as my dick hit
bottom.

   I didn't get that far.  Aimee said something and it took me a minute to
understand her.

   "David.  Anna.  Iain and Caitlyn are outside your door.  Should I let
them in?"

   That puzzled me.  They knew a closed door meant Anna and I wanted
privacy.  Why were they outside and wanting to come in?

   "Yes, Aimee," Anna said.  "Let them in, please."

   I lowered Anna's butt back to the bed and stayed on my knees between her
legs.  My penis was pointing at the ceiling.  I certainly didn't care if
they knew what we had been doing.

   I wasn't the only one who could be led anywhere by my dick.  Caitlyn
walked in, pulling Iain along by his dick, giggling, of course.  The
symbolism of her dragging him by his penis wasn't lost on me.  She was an
exquisitely-beautiful girl, long golden blonde hair now in a simple
ponytail that rested on her shoulder and fell down between her breasts. 
The little mounds of her breasts were capped with smaller mounds under the
tiny pink areolas with little darker-pink nipples.  He probably would have
meekly followed her anywhere without her handhold.

   Anna pushed me to one side, then down on my back, and crawled out of
bed. She hugged Iain and then Caitlyn and asked, "Are you sure you want to
do this?  Are you and Iain both OK with it?"

   "Do what?" I asked, looking at Iain.

   "You don't know?" Iain asked, standing there with his arm over Caitlyn's
shoulders and her hand holding his penis.  "Caitlyn and I were doing the
same thing you two were when she said we had to go to your bed chamber. 
We've talked about what she and Anna want to do but I didn't know they had
it planned for tonight.  It's OK with me."

   Anna put one arm around Caitlyn's shoulders and then held out the other
to me.  Caitlyn put one arm around Anna's waist.  She still had Iain's
penis in her other hand.  I rolled out of bed and joined the others.  If
Anna wanted to hold my penis, I didn't mind.

   That wasn't what she wanted.  Anna pulled Caitlyn in front of her, belly
to belly and breasts to breasts, and then kissed her, just a gentle soft
lips-to-lips kiss.  When they stopped, she looked at me, motioned with her
head toward Iain, and said, "Well?"

   I shrugged.  I gently pulled Iain in front of me, chest to chest,
hard-on to hard-on, and kissed him the same way.  He put his hands on my
butt cheeks and pressed against me down below.  I wanted to give him a
different sort of kiss but I resisted.  I put my head next to his and
whispered in his ear: "What's this all about?"

   He whispered back.  "Caitlyn wants you to make love to her.  She and
Anna have been plotting.  They want me to make love to Anna at the same
time.  Is it OK?

   "Are you sure you're OK with it?"

   "Yeah.  Caitlyn's been talking to Jean-Nicole.  I think she's jealous of
her.  She says she wants us to swap.  She wants what Jean-Nicole got."

   I looked down at my penis and then at his.  His was just as stiff and
swollen as mine, pointing almost at the ceiling.  Mine was pointing a
little lower but I knew it weighed more, at least, that was my excuse.  We
both had a little drool of love drops at the slit.

   I looked up at Anna and Caitlyn, still standing with arms around each
other.  Anna winked at me, pointed to Iain, and then leaned over and gave
Caitlyn another kiss, an open-mouthed prolonged kiss this time.  I looked
at Iain.  He lifted his head up.  I thought what the hell and gave him a
kiss like Anna was giving Caitlyn.  When we broke for breath, we both
looked at Anna and Caitlyn.

   They both nodded and, hand in hand, walked over to the bed.  Caitlyn lay
down with her legs hanging off, moved back a little, raised her knees, and
put her feet on the bed.  I saw an almost hairless little pussy winking at
me and started toward it.  Anna surprised me again.  She put a pillow down
on the floor, knelt on it, leaned over between Caitlyn's legs, put her
thumbs on each side of her pussy, and slowly licked her pussy.

   I looked at Iain.  What were we supposed to do?  I put my arm on his
shoulders, he put his around my waist, and we watched.  Standing behind
Anna at an angle, we both could watch while she licked Caitlyn's little
pink pussy and we could see Anna's slit just waiting for somebody's dick to
pry the lips apart.

   I wanted a closer view of what Anna was doing.  My motive was good.  I
wanted to learn how a woman licked another woman's pussy.  I wanted to
learn so I could do the same thing with Anna.  I knelt on one side of her
and leaned over with my head close to what she was doing.  Iain quickly
knelt down on the other side of Anna and we both watched.

   It didn't look different from what I usually did.  She pulled the big
lips apart, used an upstroke with her tongue to separate the little lips,
and then licked up between then.  But I couldn't see Caitlyn's clit.  The
hood of it was still covering most of the pink flesh where I knew it was
hidden.  I reached for Caitlyn's hand and guided her fingers to the top of
her pussy.  I pressed her middle finger down, pulled back, and the little
red devil showed its head.

   I leaned over to the right, slid my hand around Anna's perfect derriere,
found the lips between her thighs, and then slid one finger just an inch or
so into her juicy pussy.  She purred.  I played.

   I didn't want to neglect Caitlyn.  I leaned in the opposite direction,
put my hand on her breast, and very gently squeezed her little nipple. 
Anna's nipples were bigger and long enough to give a baby or me something
to suck on.  Caitlyn's were just a little dark pink bump in her light pink
areola.

   I saw Iain lean in the opposite direction with his hand curled around
Anna's rear.  Maybe he was giving her another finger.  She purred like she
enjoyed whatever he was probing.

   Anna gave Caitlyn a minute or so and then stood up.  I wondered if Iain
or I were supposed to be the next licker.

   Neither.  Anna held out her hand to Caitlyn, pulled her up, and then
took her place on the bed.  I saw another almost-hairless pussy looking at
me and then Caitlyn got down on her knees and gave Anna's pussy a minute or
so of gentle licking.  This time, we could see the lips already separated
and waiting.  I wondered what was next on the agenda.

   I quickly found out.  Caitlyn helped Anna stand up and they both led me
to the bed and pushed me down with my knees bent and my feet on the floor.
I didn't mind if they both gave me a good sucking.

   That wasn't what they had in mind.  Anna pulled Iain up to the bed. 
Caitlyn put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to kneeling. 
Iain looked at me with a "What now?" look on his face.  Caitlyn nudged him
forward.  He shrugged, cupped one hand under my testicles, wrapped the
other one around the shaft of my dick, licked from my balls up the shaft to
the head, and then took the head in his mouth.  I looked up at the women.
They were standing side by side with one arm around the other, grinning at
Iain's efforts at sucking cock.

   I dropped my head down on the bed, closed my eyes, and forgot everything
except what Iain was doing.  After a minute or so, he stopped and I looked
up.  Caitlyn was standing beside him as he stood up.  Anna held out her
hand to me and pulled me upright.  Caitlyn pushed Iain down on the bed in
the same position.  I knew what was expected.  I knelt and gave him a few
long licks from his scrotum to the head of his dick and then opened my
mouth and started sucking.  He groaned as if he liked what I was doing.  I
used my hand and my mouth and tongue for a while until I felt someone touch
me on the shoulder.

   "What now, mistresses?" I asked.

   "Anna and I want you and Iain on your backs side by side.  We want to go
for a little ride," Caitlyn said.

   I frowned, puzzled.

   "We want to swap horses and then go for a ride," Anna said and then
grinned mischievously at me.

   I looked at Caitlyn.  She was grinning the same way.  I understood.  I
grinned too, crawled in the bed, and moved over to make room for Iain.  He
stretched out beside me.  Caitlyn quickly moved over him and straddled my
legs.  Anna crawled in and straddled Iain's.

   "David, we want you and Iain to put your hands behind your head and keep
them there," Anna said.  "Caitlyn and I are going to do all the work."

   Work?  I never thought of it as work.  I thought of it as play,
especially when Anna and Caitlyn did the same thing with Iain and me. 
Caitlyn held my dick flat down against my stomach and then settled on it,
sort of like a little jockey mounting a race horse.  I glanced at Anna and
Iain and saw Anna on top of him with the red head of his dick poking out.
They both started sliding forward and back and whispering to each other. 
Anna told her what happened the first time, how we both came while doing it
when we were in the magic valley.  And they giggled.

   I knew Anna and Caitlyn had planned this and I was finally going to get
my dick in Caitlyn's little pussy.  I wanted to make her squeal.  I didn't
understand why I wanted to do that but more than once I had wanted to be
balls deep in her and to hear her squeal.

   Finally, Caitlyn reached down, held my penis straight up, notched it in
the right place, and slowly worked her way down until most of it was inside
her.  I looked back and forth from her face to where my penis was gradually
disappearing.  Either she liked what she was doing or I was about to split
her in two.  Her vagina was already wet and drooling and I knew Iain must
have warmed her up and prepared her for somebody's dick.  She was tight but
not virginal tight.  The girth and length of Iain's dick was a little less
than mine but her pussy swallowed mine with only a little trouble, only a
pleasurable groan from both of us.  Iain may have reamed her out well but I
knew he couldn't penetrate her as deeply as I could.  I knew I was going to
do my best to give her all twenty centimeters before I was through with
her.

   She was kneeling on me with her knees on the bed, feet extended behind
her, and her derriere hovering over my groin.  In that position, she could
easily control how deep my penis penetrated her and she could lever herself
up and down as she pleased.  That told me she was accustomed to doing this
with Iain.

   I put my hands behind my head, did a crunch, and popped my six-pack up
for her admiration.  Her eyes swept up and down, fastened on my face, and
she grinned at me.  She knew what I was doing.  I flexed my abs and made
them ripple.  She grinned wider.

   She braced herself with her hands on my sides and began to move up and
down.  I kept my head lifted so I could watch my penis being almost
engulfed and then reappearing.  Damn, what she was doing was one variation
of what I liked the most about fucking: a hot wet pussy slowly sliding up
and down on my dick.  I relaxed so I could concentrate of what I was
feeling as she fucked me.

   She touched me on the shaft of my penis, sort of wiping up toward the
head, and I knew she was getting her finger tips well lubed.  She did the
same thing Anna does sometimes, moving her finger tips around in a small
circle over where her clitoris was hiding.  In Anna's words, she was
rubbin' her nubbin and at the same time, alternately moving up and down and
round and round.  Damn, it couldn't get much better.  I had no control over
my orgasm but I wanted to let her go first.  I wanted her wide open and
receptive to what I intended to give her.

   I glanced at Iain and Anna.  She was riding him the same way.  Her eyes
were closed and she had a faint smile on her lips.  I turned my head
farther and saw Iain's face.  His eyes were closed and he had a little
smile on his face too.  They both evidently loved what they were doing.

   When he came here I thought he was as beautiful a young man as I'd ever
seen.  He looked sixteen, a little soft, with a white stripe around his
middle.  Now he looked his true age, eighteen, but hard and lean and
muscular and tanned all over, still a beautiful young man, a sexy young
stud in Anna's words.  I hoped she enjoyed her ride.

   When I turned back, Caitlyn stuck her little pink tongue out at me.  She
knew I'd been looking at Iain with Anna.  I opened my mouth in invitation.
She shook her head no and then a second later leaned over and stuck her
tongue in my mouth.  I tried to capture it but she was too quick.  She
straightened up, closed her eyes, and resumed riding.

   Anna saw me watching and pulled Iain's head down close to her mouth.  I
couldn't hear what she whispered to him.  He looked over at me and Caitlyn,
her slowly riding my steed.  Anna pushed him off her and he crawled over
between my legs and behind Caitlyn's derriere.  I looked at Anna,
questioning what she wanted.  She was lying on her side propped up on one
hand.  She simply nodded.

   Iain pulled up on Caitlyn's hips and my dick came out of her.  He guided
his into her, grinned at me, and started slowly fucking her.  I put my
hands under my head and watched.  Shortly, he pulled back, pushed down on
her, and she guided my dick back into her pussy.  She rode me for a
too-short while until Iain pulled her up again and fucked her slowly while
grinning down at me.  Then he pulled out and pushed her down for me to take
a turn.  I kept my hands under my head and let her show my dick where to
go. Caitlyn started riding again and I closed my eyes and let her have here
way with me.

   "It's Anna's turn," Caitlyn whispered.

   Iain moved back over to Anna, flopped down on his back, and she quickly
guided his dick into her and started riding.  I crawled over behind her
rear and waited for my turn.  I looked at Caitlyn and saw her lying on her
side, head propped up, big smile.  I reached down to Anna's hips, pulled
her derriere up, guided my dick into her, and started fucking.  Iain pulled
her back down, she showed his dick where to go, and he started fucking up
into her.  Then I took another turn while Iain lay there grinning at me.

   "David, Caitlyn needs you," Anna said, all too quickly.

   I crawled over on the other side of the bed, flopped down on my back,
and let Caitlyn mount her steed again.  Rather quickly she started whining,
keening as Iain calls it.  When her vocalization increased in strength, I
knew she was close.  Then she emitted one long loud groan and I felt her
vagina trying to milk the semen out of me.  I was ready.

   I waited until her pussy's contractions slowed and then I put my hands
on her hips and lifted her enough so I could fuck up into her.  I grunted
with each thrust and she echoed me.  I kept shoving my penis into her, not
trying to get it all in, until I felt the first unstoppable throb of my
orgasm.  And then I shoved her hips down hard until her butt was on my
groin and I was balls deep in her.  The instant I did, she squealed, just a
little scream, while my balls squirted my semen out of me and against her
cervix.

   I held her down until the last throb and then let her go.  She fell
forward on me and I could feel her vagina gently squeezing on the shaft of
my dick.  I wrapped my arms around her, gave her a few more thrusts, and
then relaxed.  I had done exactly what I had intended to do.  I had made
her squeal, not the kind which means she was hurting but the kind which
means she had been well and truly fucked and she loved it.  She wasn't
finished.  She lifted her head over mine, brought her open mouth to mine,
and hungrily tried to devour my lips and tongue.

   When she rested her head beside mine, I glanced at Iain and Anna again.
They were both motionless.  She had her hands on his shoulders.  He had his
curved around her derriere, probably the same way I like to do, until his
fingertips touched the lips of her pussy and the shaft of his dick.  I
couldn't see his face.  She had a satisfied smile on hers.

   I curved my hands around Caitlyn's little derriere until my fingertips
were touching the lips of her pussy, stretched tight around the shaft of my
dick.  I gently rubbed them.  She must have liked it.  She moaned and
wiggled here ass.

   "Did I hurt you, you know, there at the end when I shoved it all the way
in?" I whispered in her ear.

   "No, David, I may walk funny for a few days but you didn't hurt me," she
whispered back.  "Jean-Nicole told what to expect.  I wanted you to fuck me
like that.  Iain wanted to make love with Anna again too."

   "I wanted to make love to you too, Caitlyn.  I just couldn't do it until
I knew it wasn't going to cause any problems between you and Iain.  I hope
it will just make us all closer together.  I didn't want to cause him to be
jealous."

   "He understands, David.  He usually tells me what the two of you talk
about.  He and I both agree that this will just make us closer.  He's not
going to be jealous of you, not when he gets to do it with Anna.  "

   "Anyway, it beats watching TV; doesn't it?"

   "Yeah."

   I was on the inside of the bed alcove with Caitlyn and Iain was on the
outside with Anna.  I didn't feel like moving and I was glad when Iain
rolled out of bed and went to the bathing chamber for washcloths.  Caitlyn
was nice to me.  She wiped the sweat off my face and chest and the other
juices off down below.  I shut my eyes and enjoyed it.  I felt her wiggling
beside me and I knew she was wiping her good parts too.

   For a while we all lay there without talking, just relaxing and almost
going to sleep.  Somebody's hand found my soft but still swollen dick and
began to play.  That started it.  For a while, the four of us groped and
giggled and stroked and teased until Iain and I both had erect penises
ready for another engagement.

   Anna gave me orders.  She had me mount her in the old-fashioned
missionary position and then she locked me in place with her arms and legs.
Iain and Caitlyn were beside us in the same positions.  Everything else
faded away and all I knew was what I felt moving in her.  This time we
slowly and leisurely made love without letting our beasts loose.  When I
poured out my life into her, I knew I was finished for the night.

   We slept together, four in one bed, legs and arms and bodies tangled up,
hugging each other.  I was as happy and content as I had ever been.
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