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 A World of My Choosing

   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh

   Chapter Thirty-Five

   I swam to Toby, flipped him over, put both arms under him, and lifted
his head out of the water.  I gave a few strong kicks, bumped into rocks,
and turned and looked.  Iain was above me, reaching down, and Anna was
carefully coming down the rocks.  Iain put his arms under Toby's and pulled
him partially out of the water.

   I relinquished his body and then began climbing out of the water.  I was
perhaps half-way out when I felt something bite down on the calf of my leg.
My body registered pain and surprise and shock and I kicked down as hard as
I could.  I felt my foot connect with something solid and then the cool
strength of my arms propelled me out of the water like a penguin coming
ashore.

   By the time I climbed out, Anna and Iain had pulled Toby out of water.
Anna was beside him.  She quickly felt for a pulse in his throat, glanced
at me and smiled, and I knew his heart was still beating.  She looked at
the back of his head and we both saw there was no blood.  I knew we needed
to get him back to level ground.

   I pulled him so he was partially upright and ducked my head to get it
under his arm.  I straightened up, grabbed his other arm, pulled him on my
back, and looked upward to see if I could climb using only one hand.  Anna
climbed part way up, grabbed my hand, and pulled.  Iain put his hands under
my butt and pushed.  In seconds, we managed to get Toby back on level
ground.

   Anna took over while I stood there trying to catch my breath and coming
down off my cool.  Anna turned Toby over on his side, watched to see if
water came out of his open mouth, and then turned him again on his back. 
She pinched his nose closed, pulled his chin down, put her open mouth to
his, and gave him four strong breaths.  Toby gasped, took a deep breath,
gasped for another, and coughed a few times.  He opened his eyes, saw
Anna's face over his, reached up, pulled her down, gave her a kiss, and
smiled at her.  He sat up, grabbed the back of his head, and said, "Oh,
shit!  That hurt!"

   I knew he was going to be OK.

   I remembered the bite from the fish and looked down at my leg.  My
clothing was ripped and I saw the marks of teeth but only a little blood. I
decided to wait until Anna had cared for Toby.

   Anna looked up at the others gathered around.

   "Iain, help me get Toby out of these wet clothes.  Caitlyn, get his dry
clothes out of his backpack."

   She looked at me and then around at the others waiting for orders.

   "Jean-Nicole, help David get his butt out of those wet things before he
freezes.  Petra, get his stuff out of his backpack."

   I stood there shivering while Jean-Nicole grinned and stripped me.  She
pulled my tights down and didn't even comment when she saw my penis and
testicles trying to crawl up inside my body.  When she saw my leg, her grin
quickly disappeared.

   "Anna, David's been bitten by something," she almost yelled.

   Anna quickly scrambled over to me and looked carefully at my leg.

   "It's not bad, just scratches," she said.  "I'll treat it in a few
minutes."

   She gave my dick a quick yank, maybe to start the blood flowing back
into it, maybe to make me think of something other than my wound, and then
turned her attention back to Toby.

   I stood there shivering while Jean-Nicole and Petra helped me put on my
dry clothes.  James was waiting with a blanket.  I didn't protest when he
draped it over me.

   While they were stripping me and getting me dressed, I watched Iain and
Anna strip Toby and get him clad in dry clothes.  Anna pulled his penis
once and he yelped but he smiled.  They wrapped him in a blanket too.

   Anna checked the back of his head and said he had a goose egg and might
have a mild concussion.  She was looking at me when she said it and I knew
what she wasn't saying: that we had no way to treat a severe concussion and
we needed to watch Toby closely for the next few days.

   She looked at my leg again.  I had tried to will it not to bleed and
maybe that had helped.  The scratches were elongated but not deep and they
were burning and painful.  Nurse Anna was prepared: she coated the
scratches with an antibiotic ointment and wrapped a bandage around my calf.
She looked up at me with concern on her face and I again knew what she
wasn't saying: that the fish, whatever they were, were dangerous and might
have caused real injury to Toby or me.  I was just thankful for my cool
response and my enhanced strength in getting Toby out of the water.

   We got organized again and continued our walk.  Iain took the point with
Caitlyn at his side, Pyotr and Petra followed them, Jean-Nicole and James
stayed with Toby, watching him, and Anna and I brought up the rear.

   Over one more hill, we found Iain's Beach and immediately began
preparations to spend the night.  It was just as beautiful as before: an
almost-circular opening surrounded on all sides by rocks with only a narrow
pass out to the sea.  Most of the opening was quiet turquoise-colored water
and the beach was a semi-circular expanse of almost-white sand.  It was a
beautiful mythical place.

   Fire was our first goal.  I found a piece of soft driftwood and used
Little Boy to scrape off tinder while the others scoured the area where the
beach and cliff met for drift wood.  The beach itself was clear.  The fact
that all the driftwood was at the base of the rocky cliff told me that
waves did break through the narrow pass.  As soon as the punk caught a
spark and I had a fire going, I put a few small sticks on the tinder and
asked Petra and Pyotr to slowly feed it smaller and then larger driftwood.

   Iain and I spread the plastic sheeting on the beach between the rocks
and the fire and we all dropped our backpacks on it.  It was probably big
enough for the nine of us if we slept close together.  I assigned sleeping
spaces and nobody complained: Anna and I on one end, next Petra and Pyotr,
then Jean-Nicole and James and Toby, with Iain and Caitlyn on the other
end. I hoped everybody understood that I was trying to put the most
vulnerable on the inside with me and Iain on the protective outsides.

   Jean-Nicole and Anna and Caitlyn took charge of dinner.  James had
already gutted the five fish and I let Jean-Nicole use Little Boy to cut
off huge boneless fillets.  She and Caitlyn arranged the fillets on spear
points almost in the fire and then stacked oysters on driftwood near the
fire to bake.

   Before nightfall, we ate our evening meal: fish and oysters and stuff we
had brought from home.  I was surprised that everybody ate baked oysters
with only a little hesitation and I wished that we had got more.  The fish
was sprinkled with salt water while cooking and tasted great.  James fed
Lucky and himself with oysters and fish, one bite for himself, one for the
pooch.  By the time we finished, I had a belly full and was content.  I
thought of the meal at Napoleon's in Flagstaff but I was just as pleased
with this one.

   We pushed the pointed end of spears down in the sand close to the fire
and arranged wet clothes on the blunt end.  There was no wind where we were
and a few minutes later I saw the clothes steaming.

   We were all sitting or squatting or standing around the fire when I
looked up.  There was no moon and the sky was brilliant with billions and
billions of diamonds.  I looked down for a moment and saw the others
looking up.  Caitlyn turned to Iain and whispered something in his ear.  He
shook his head no.  She spoke to all of us.

   "Iain sang something to me once when he was first courting me," she
said. "It's about a star.  Would you like him to sing it for us?"

   Of course we all did.  He stood up, pulled her up, and put one arm over
her shoulders.

   "You loved me enough to come to me, Caitlyn, so I'll sing it," he said,
and in his pure tenor voice, he sang:

   When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your
heart desires Will come to you.

   If your heart is in your dream No request is too extreme When you wish
upon a star As dreamers do.

   "That's all I remember," he said, quietly.  Caitlyn looked up at him and
I saw adoration in her face.

   Nobody applauded.  Nobody cheered.  All of us were looking at a
beautiful young couple and thinking about the song.  I had goose bumps all
over and I felt like I'd experienced something so sacred or spiritual that
it overwhelmed me.  I looked at Anna and saw tears in her eyes.

   The plastic sheet was cold and slippery but it was dry.  We slowly and
quietly settled down to rest for the night.  I was tired but not quite
ready for sleep.  We all took our hooded rain capes and other clothing out
of our backpacks, put them on, and positioned the backpacks for pillows. 
Anna and I put our two blankets together, lay down, and pulled them over
us. I watched until all the others had done the same.

   Anna crawfished backward up against me, I put one leg over hers, one arm
over her chest, and scooted as close to her as possible.  We lay there for
a while listening to the others giggling and laughing and getting settled
for the night.  There was almost no surf but there was a monotonous
susurration as the sea climbed on the beach and retreated.  There was a
bird something like a whippoorwill calling back up on the mountain and I
thought that was strange because I knew birds did not mate in winter. 
Occasionally a slight breeze moved the cold air over my face.  I felt at
peace being on a beach with eight other people on a cold night, the only
people in the world.  I was content that it was a world of my choosing.

   Anna wiggled around so we were face to face with our arms and legs
entwined, found my face with hers, and gave me a quick smack on the lips.
Now we were lying together as close as possible.  My mouth was inches away
from hers and we were breathing the same air.  In spite of the cold, I was
warm and comfortable and I hoped Anna was too.

   "Do you want to make love with me, David," she whispered.  "I want you
to."

   "Yeah, I think that would be a fine thing to do on a wonderful romantic
night like this," I whispered back.  "It is romantic, isn't it, lying here
on a beach on a cold winter's night, freezing our butts off?"

   "David, I know you're not religious but it would be like something
sacred, something to show we're part of this wonderful universe.  I think
it is romantic."

   "OK, but let's wait a little while `til everybody's quiet.  What did you
think of the sex play party we had?" I whispered.

   "It was fun, David," she answered "What do you want to know?"

   "Well, I enjoyed it but I wish it had been a little different," I said.

   "How?"

   "Anna, you know me.  I've always got to worry whether I'm doing the
right thing for everybody.  I like for all of us to get together like that
but I think there was too much sex and not enough love.  I don't want the
party to become like a sex orgy where everybody tries to do everything with
everybody else.  I wish we could hold down on the playing a little so maybe
everybody has just one partner and they try to show love for each other,
not just have sex.  Making love, Anna, not just fucking."

   "I understand and I think you're right," she whispered.  "I like the
idea of everybody having just one partner for the night.  Maybe we could
come up with a format to do that.  Do you want to try?"

   "Yeah, I do," I said.  "Maybe we could let the ladies choose first and
then the men could choose a partner when we have the next party."

   "Some of the ladies may be out of action," she said.  "If they don't
want to play, they'll probably have on something under their loin cloth. 
If they come to the party naked, that could mean they want to play."

   "That's good, but how do we choose to avoid any arguments or conflicts
if two women want the same man?"

   "Easy.  We'll let the girls draw something with a number on it.  Number
one can choose anybody she wishes and the guy chosen can't refuse."

   "Yeah, maybe that would work but where will they go to make love?" I
asked.  "Would they go to a bed chamber or stay in the lounge with
everybody else?"

   "Let them choose," Anna whispered.  "I like to see somebody else making
love.  I like to see them fucking too but I agree we need to make the party
into something loving, not just fucking.  It beats the hell out of TV
either way.  I don't mind if someone watches us sometimes."

   "Then after the ladies, the guys have a turn choosing," I said.  "What
if I'm first and I choose Petra?  Damn, I don't know how that would work?"

   "David, you don't have to shove your monster up her pouty little pussy.
Maybe she'd like to give you a blow-job.  You can give her pussy a good
licking.  It would be up to the partners to decide what they want to do. 
If they both want to have anal sex, why not?"

   "So if I want to shove my monster up Petra's bung hole and she agrees,
then it's OK?  Damn, I don't know about that."

   "David, just tell everybody that what they do is OK as long as they both
agree.  You can't decide for them."

   "Maybe we could have a short warm-up free-for-all at the beginning of
each party," I said.  "You know, where anything goes with anybody else
except no fucking."

   "Just foreplay with everybody, huh?  That's good.  I like to see you
guys sucking each other's dicks."

   "Shit, Anna, I didn't mean that."

   "Why not?  Would you like to watch Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn licking each
other's little pussies at the same time?"

   "Damn, that would be something to watch but I'd like to lick
Jean-Nicole's little pussy myself.  Caitlyn's too.  Boy, that would be fun:
two servings of hot pussy."

   "Well, maybe the ladies might like to see you and Iain sucking each
other's dicks at the same time.  Two servings of hard dicks."

   "Shit!"

   "Well, let's keep thinking about the format for a while.  I like the
idea of having a single partner for the night and then showing some love
for the other while having some good sex."

   She turned over and kept wiggling and I wondered what she was doing.  I
slid my hand down, found the bare skin of her hip, slid further down over a
long leg, bare foot, and I knew.  She had taken her boot off, slid one leg
out of her tights, and was now half-ass bare to allow me access to her.  I
quickly slid my tights down below my balls, set my dick free, and pressed
it against her ass.  She reached around and started squeezing and stroking
it.

   When it was hard, she lifted her bare leg, I slid it forward, she caught
it under the head, I pushed, and she guided the head into her pussy.  I
started slowly moving forward and retreating.  Her pussy was a little dry
at first and I was afraid I would hurt her.  She pushed her derriere back
against me and my dick went in a little further and I felt her internal
juices begin to lubricate the head of my dick.

   She was quiet for a moment and I suppose she was listening.  I heard
rustling and I rose up to see what the others were doing.  The only light
came from the flames of the fire.  Petra and Pyotr were next to us and in
the red glow I saw only one lump with two heads, one above the other, and I
couldn't tell which was which.

   I looked further to see what Jean-Nicole was doing with James and Toby.
Two of them had their heads under their blankets and all I saw was one
hooded head and some moving mounds.

   I looked a little further and saw Iain's face turned toward me.  He was
grinning.  He was also on top of Caitlyn.  I put my mouth next to Anna's
ear and gave her a whispered report.  Then I resumed what I had been doing
before the interruption, slowly sliding the head of my dick in and out of
my wife's hot pussy.

   I heard something right next to us.  This time, Anna lifted up and
looked.

   "I think Pyotr's fucking the hell out of Petra," she said.  "You should
see the blanket flying up and down over his ass."

   I heard Jean-Nicole squeal and some boys giggling and then two young
male voices saying something but I couldn't understand the words.  I rose
up and looked: now all three of them were under their blankets.  Beyond
them, I saw Caitlyn, evidently on top of Iain now with her face turned
toward me.  In the firelight I saw an open mouth and a top row of white
teeth.

   I lay there and eased my dick in and out of Anna's pussy in time to the
susurration of the sea.  She caught my hand in hers and pushed it down to
her pussy.  I knew what she wanted.  I didn't understand why my fingers
gave her any more pleasure than her own but she had told me that they did.
I curled my hand around, touched the shaft of my dick just where it entered
her pussy, and wiped my fingers in her pussy juice.  Then I felt for her
clitoris, found it, and very gently stroked it with two fingers.

   A little later she whispered, "I'm going to turn on my stomach.  Can we
do it that way?"

   I knew what she wanted.  Sometimes she liked to lie on her stomach with
my front on her back, her legs together, mine spread over hers, and my
forearms supporting most of my weight.  She liked to lift her hips a
little, just enough for me to get close, and then reach under and guide the
head of my dick into her.  It was good tight fucking and we both liked it
that way.  Of course, we both liked it in lots of other positions, probably
any position known to humankind.

   I didn't bother to say yes we can do it that way.  She turned on her
stomach, I straddled her body, she lifted her derriere and, when I pushed
my penis between her legs, she showed it where to go with her fingertips.
Her soft ass was a good cushion but it kept me from getting more than half
my dick in her.  As soon as I was mounted, she began to rub her nubbin
while I plowed her field.  It was a good way to fuck and she always had a
good orgasm.  I tried to wait for her to come first.  I really did.  Then I
felt my orgasm grab me by the balls and I shoved it in and began planting
my seed.  She whined or moaned and I knew she was rubbing harder and just
as my coming ended, hers began.  I knew the song was right.  Anything your
heart desires will come to you.

   Our second night was much more uncomfortable.  In mid-afternoon, I saw
dark clouds moving in and we began looking for a sheltered place for us to
sleep.  Before the rain began we found a place at the base of a cliff: a
ledge which jutted out far enough to keep us out of the rain.  We quickly
cut small green branches off trees to spread over the ground and carried
dead wood for a fire.

   By nightfall, the wind was whipping around, a cold rain was falling, and
we were huddled together around a big fire.  The wind occasionally blew
rain into our fire but never enough to extinguish it.  Dinner was left-over
fish, Nutty Buddies, apples, and water but nobody complained.  The night
was much colder so we put on all of the clothing we had brought and spread
blankets over us again.

   We barely had room for all nine of us and we settled down in a row, much
closer than the previous night: me and Anna under two blankets, Pyotr and
Petra under two, Toby and Jean-Nicole and James under three, and Caitlyn
and Iain under two.  James and Jean-Nicole were facing each other with Toby
behind her.  Lucky was between James and Jean-Nicole and they were trying
to keep him under cover.  There was a lot of groping and giggling but I
wasn't about to try anything beyond cuddling.  I suppose the others felt
the same way.

   As usual, I was spooned up behind Anna with my arm over her.  Somehow
she managed to guide my hand under all her layers of clothing to her naked
breast.  She complained about my cold hand but she didn't ask me to remove
it.

   "Do you wish you were home in bed?" I whispered.

   "I'm not complaining, David," she whispered back.  "I don't think the
others are either but I'm glad we've got a warm place to return to."

   "We've got to do this, Anna," I whispered.  "We've got to leave our
comfortable home and get out in this world occasionally.  This whole world
is ours now and we've got to begin exploring it.  That's why I wanted to go
around the mountain: to see how everybody would handle it, I mean, two or
three days of roughing it."

   "I know, David."

   "I want to begin exploring the mainland," I said.  "We can't stay
huddled behind Aimee's protective shield forever.  I want so much to see
what's out there."

   "Why didn't you want to take Iain with you when you and James and Toby
killed the wolves?  He wanted to go."

   "He understands why not.  He's second in command.  If something happens
to me, he's got to be the leader of this group.  He's got the intelligence
but I wish he was bigger and stronger."

   "Well, you could wait until some more guys arrive," she said, and
yawned. "Are you sleepy?"

   "Yeah."

   Late in the afternoon of the next day, we trudged into our home, tired,
dirty, and smelling of smoke and sweat and sex, but wonderfully alive and
happy.  We had a communal bath and helped scrub each other but I didn't see
a single hard-on.  We all squeezed in the warm downdraft of air and used
our hands on each other to get the water off.  I heard lots of pleasurable
moans and giggles but again no boners popped up.  Then we all helped in
preparing our meal.  I think everybody was about like I was: I would have
eaten anything put before me, anything that didn't eat me first.

   Our life quickly returned to normal: washing clothes in the big pool,
cooking under Jean-Nicole's direction, working on different projects, some
of which were actually important, some just fun, exercising some days,
weapons training others.  Everybody seemed content to be together and
living in our new world.  What was our life like?

   <><><>

   One morning, Iain and I were sitting out doors on the terrace working on
Iain-wood arrows.  The day was sunny and half-way warm and we were in a
corner sheltered from the wind.  The four Mouseketeers and one frisky pooch
found us.  Iain and I were dressed for outdoors.  The four were still
wearing only indoor loincloths.  They stood there shivering and told me
what they wanted.  James, Toby, and Pyotr wanted to go exploring.  Petra
wanted to go too.

   "You guys will have to be responsible for her safety," I said.  "A man
must always protect women and children."

   "We know, David," Toby said.  "We'll watch out for her."

   "Who's going to protect her from you guys?"

   "Shit, David," James said.  "We're not going to try to do anything with
her while we're gone.  We just want to explore and she wants to go with us.
That's all.  "

   "Who's going to be the leader, you know, the one who carries the Boys,
the one who catches hell from me if anything happens to any of you while
you're gone?  Or my knives?

   James spoke up first.  "Toby.  I was leader last time."

   "OK, Toby, don't go too far.  You can wear the Boys.  You've got to
watch the sun and be back here in time for lunch."

   "Aye, aye, Captain."

   I looked at Petra and Pyotr.  "Do you two understand that you must obey
the leader without question while you're gone?  He's the one who must make
decisions about your safety.  He's the one responsible for getting
everybody back here safely and on time."

   They both nodded.

   I nodded and the Mouseketeers and Lucky ran for the warm indoors. 
Shortly, four Robin Hood outfitted kids came back out, James and Toby with
bows and arrows and spears, Pyotr and Petra with axes holstered at their
waist and spears in their hands.  I handed the Boys to Toby and he strapped
the scabbard around his waist, beaming at having my knives for the first
time and knowing I trusted him to be leader.  Iain and I watched four
beautiful kids and one frisky pooch go down the trail.  Lucky must have
understood that he was going somewhere.  His tail showed his excitement.

   They returned in time for lunch but they wanted to go somewhere again
for the afternoon.  They had found a new fishing hole: a place on one of
the many streams where the water plunged over large boulders into a deep
pool below.  They saw fish swimming and, of course, wanted to see what they
could catch.  Like children begging their father, they asked for my consent
and, of course, I gave it.

   They shoveled their lunch into their famished stomachs and then ran to
prepare cane fishing poles.  Toby sent the twins for digging tools and I
smiled that they had remembered that they would need bait.

   They came back before dinner, each carrying a stringer full of small
bream-like fish, and insisted that we eat them for dinner.  The four of
them crowded around the sink in the kitchen and I watched as Toby and James
showed Pyotr and Petra how to scale the fish and dehead them to prepare
them for frying.

   Jean-Nicole and Anna and Caitlyn were ready to do chef duties.  I was
famished by the time they put two huge platters of fried fish on the table.
Toby showed us how to pull out the back and belly fins leaving only the
backbone.  That was dinner - nothing but delicious little fried fish.  I
couldn't have wished for anything better and maybe the others couldn't
either.

   <><><>

   One evening, we built a fire in the big fire pit on the terrace and sat
around the roaring flames for hours.  The split-log benches I had made were
a little uncomfortable but nobody complained.  The night was cold but the
air was still.  We were all heavily dressed and wrapped in blankets, just
sitting, talking, laughing, and joking.  Iain had asked Aimee to put a
couple of songs on our tablets and we sang: "Who Threw the Overalls in Ms.
Murfree's Chowder and "Sit Down, You're Rocking the Boat." James and Toby
kept standing up just before we got to "Sit Down" so we all yelled SIT
DOWN. I suppose we all felt a little strange, outdoors, under a night sky
with billions of diamonds, singing to the world when we were the only
inhabitants.

   <><><>

   Iain worked with us as the New World Chorus a couple of nights.  We
assembled in the lounge and stood grouped while Iain stood in front
directing us.  Aimee provided the music and we sang "You Are My Sunshine."
Iain said he wanted us to bounce it off the walls and we did.  Then we sang
"I Only Have Eyes for You." We had to do that holding hands and looking in
boy-girl eyes without laughing.  We finally succeeded.

   Under his direction, I had been practicing "Oh, What a Beautiful
Morning" from the musical Oklahoma.  I didn't think the song was ready but
he gave me a thumbs-up when I finished.  I liked the kisses I got from a
certain woman more.

   Iain sang a couple of Irish songs for us: "Danny Boy" and "Will You Go
Lassie Go." I could have listened to his beautiful Irish tenor voice all
night.  He said he had learned them in a different lifetime and I suppose
we all knew what he meant.

   <><><>

   On one occasion the four Mouseketeers were in the lounge doing something
secretive.  Each time I walked past, they hid whatever they were working
on. When we called them for dinner, they came in the kitchen and lined up
in a row.  They all had on mini-loincloths, about one-fourth the size of
our regular ones, barely covering their private parts.  Their little
loincloths were held around their waists by strings.  But there were two
strings around each waist and I wondered why.  They turned around and we
saw why: each had a wolf tail hanging down over their crack, tied around
their waist by the other string.  It was a fine ending to another routine
day in paradise.

   <><><>

   Life wasn't all fun.  We started harvesting our olive crop.  We carried
blankets and flails to the olive tree grove, spread the blankets under a
tree, and then flailed the hell out of the limbs.  Have you ever done the
Sanibel stoop, picking up seashells?  The olive stoop, picking up olives,
is much harder on the back.

   Over the course of three days, we did four trees, about one fourth of
the orchard.  Then we had the hard work of carrying backpacks full of
olives back home.  Each of us carried whatever we could for four trips.  We
packed some in brine, seawater that we had carried up the mountain, and
left the others to be pressed for oil.  That's a job for evenings or rainy
days.

   <><><>

   Once we had a very romantic evening in the center hallway.  With the
lights down low and Aimee playing quiet music, we danced cheek to cheek,
well, not quite when I was dancing with Caitlyn or Petra.  We had one extra
guy so one of us had to drop out for each song.  From the way everybody was
smiling and acting toward each other, I thought they were enjoying the
evening.  Then Iain called for a waltz and we managed a complete circle of
the hallway a couple of times.  When he called for a polka, we tried, at
least I did.  That effort soon broke up in laughter.

   <><><>

   Anna and I are encouraging everybody to continue with their education.
I'm studying primitive building techniques in preparation for constructing
a building on the mainland.  Anna is studying a medical school curriculum
and wants to become a doctor as well as a nurse.  Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn
are studying nursing with Aimee's knowledge base and under Anna's
direction. Iain and Caitlyn are pursuing musical studies and he wants to
help somebody else learn to play musical instruments.  He has completed
introductory physics and is beginning horticulture studies.  James and Toby
are almost through with sex classes and are still studying English and
spending lots of cold rainy days reading.  Pyotr and Petra are taking sex
instruction under Aimee's direction and also reading lots of books.  Anna
and I would also like to have time to read books on our tablets but we
always seem to be too busy.

   <><><>

   And that's what our life is like.

   <><><>

   On a sunny not-too-cold day, all of us worked on our garden site and had
a picnic outdoors.  The ladies gathered all the unburned limbs and other
debris, piled it over what remained of burned tree stumps, and started a
bunch of small fires.  At the same time, the guys leveled the garden area
by shoveling dirt against the tree trunks which were arranged like a
retaining wall.  I used a mattock to cut tree roots and to loosen the soil
so the others could shovel.  Anna and Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn use rakes to
help smooth the soil.  As usual James and Toby kept up a constant stream of
joking and laughing and the other two Mouseketeers joined in.

   We worked during the warmest part of the day and then climbed back up
the short distance to home.  It was a good work session and I was pleased
with the way everybody had pitched in to help.  From the way everybody
giggled and horsed around on the way back, I assumed they felt the same
way.

   We were all dirty and smelling of wood smoke so we all stripped in the
hallway and threw our dirty clothes in an unused bed chamber.  Then we had
a communal shower and I was pleased that everybody helped bathe someone
else with what seemed like real love and affection.  James and Toby didn't
even get hard-ons but their penises weren't far from it.

   We dressed in loincloths for our evening meal, leftovers from the
previous day.  James sliced two loaves of bread, Toby and Pyotr dressed it
with olive oil and grated cheese or garlic, they toasted it, and we ate
every crumb.

   Afterwards we sat around two tables in the kitchen talking and having
fun.  James wanted me to tell everybody what I had done as a soldier.  I
gave them an honest but slightly sanitized version.  However, I couldn't
avoid telling them about the jihadists I had killed.  I don't suppose the
twins had heard of my military service.  They were sitting there with open
mouths and bug-eyes.  I asked James to tell everybody how we killed the
bear and we had more bug-eyes.  Then Caitlyn changed the subject and wanted
Anna to tell everybody how we had met and fallen in love and I learned a
few things I didn't know about how she gradually surrendered to loving me.

   After that, I took Anna's hand to lead her to our bed chamber.  I wanted
to make love to her, not just have sex with her, not just fuck her, but
really to show her how much I loved her.

   We made a short detour to the toilet, separately, and then to the
bathing chamber, together.  We used washcloths on our hands and faces and
then, when we left, Anna took our wet washcloths with her.  I knew what
that meant: that she expected us to make a mess together.  I grabbed a
couple of dry ones.  I knew she wouldn't want to sleep with a wet one
between her legs.

   She wandered around our bed chamber brushing her hair for a while and I
knew better than to interrupt while she was counting.  I enjoyed watching
my naked wife getting ready for bed.  When she finished with her hair, she
brushed mine.  I sat there on the edge of the bed, looking up at her
beautiful breasts, looking down at the little split mound between her
thighs, covered now by short pubic hair since we had stopped using Nor.  I
counted while she gave my hair one hundred strokes.  It was down on my
shoulders now and I had thought of letting someone trim it but I liked it
long.  It felt good in cold weather and in hot weather I tied a strip of
cloth around my head to hold it back.

   After I counted one hundred, I put my arms around her, pulled her up
close to me, and put my face between her breasts.  I took a few deep
breaths and inhaled the clean womanly smell of her, then turned my head so
my cheek was pressed against her.

   "I love you, Anna," I whispered.  "I'm so glad you came to me and became
my wife.  When I first came here and I didn't know why and I didn't know
whether you would ever come to me, I was so depressed and miserable I
thought of killing myself.  Now, I hope I can live to be a hundred with you
beside me for all those years."

   She didn't say anything.  She put both hands on my head and pressed me
against her.

   "Would you let me love you tonight?" I asked.  "I want to do things that
please you.  I don't want you doing anything for me.  Just let me love
you."

   I looked up at her.  She was smiling down at me but there were tears in
her eyes.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.  "Why are you crying?"

   "There's nothing wrong, David," she answered.  "I'm not crying.  These
are happy tears."

   I wrapped my hands around her derriere and rolled with her back into the
bed alcove.  We ended up chest to chest and belly to belly with our faces
hardly an inch apart, both my arms around her, pulling her against me, hers
both around me, our legs interlocked.  I wasn't sexually aroused.  My penis
was warm and distended but what I felt didn't cause it to become erect.  I
shut my eyes, put my cheek against hers, and just held her as close to me
as I could.  If she felt the same emotions I did, we both wanted to be one
with each other in love and in our bed and in our home.

   I kissed the tip of her nose, kissed her all over her face, turned my
head at an angle, touched my lips to hers, and waited.  She turned to an
opposite angle, and, for a moment, we kissed like innocent children.  Then
she touched my lips with her tongue and I opened to her and quickly pushed
my tongue into her mouth.  She tried to catch it but I withdrew too fast.
Just as quickly, she stuck her tongue in my mouth and withdrew.  I tongued
her again and waited, ready.  When she reciprocated, I tried to suck her
tongue into my mouth.  She got away from me and giggled.  We played at
kissing for a minute or two and then that wasn't enough.  I gently pushed
her down on her back and she smiled up at me.

   I cupped one hand under her breast with my thumb on the nipple.  It was
already hard and pointed, not soft and almost flat like they are when she's
not aroused.  I thumbed the nipple a few times and then scooted down on the
bed and took it in my mouth.  I sucked gently, nothing urgent, like a baby
who's already got a belly full, and I let my hand wander down over her
ribs, over her flat stomach, until I felt the little patch of barely-there
soft pubic hair.  I stopped.  I wanted to tease her.  I didn't want to
hurry to my goal.

   I stroked up and down on the inside of her thighs, on skin that was
smoother and softer than any baby's butt.  She moaned almost inaudibly.  I
moaned back.  My hand moved closer and closer to her center but I didn't
want to touch her there yet.  I used just two fingers to stroke her labia
majora, her big lips, which enclose her labia minora, her little lips, her
nymphae, and extend downward and backward from her mons pubic to her
perineum.  I remembered the night she taught me those names for her good
parts and how we had giggled and played and then made love.

   My penis woke up and was interested in what I was doing.  I waited until
it was completely hard and then pressed it against her hip.  She put one
hand down and stroked it, pulling on it gently.  It was my turn to moan.

   I kept gently nursing at first one breast and then the other and she put
her hand behind my head and encouraged me.  Finally, with just one finger,
I stroked the little lips, just the lightest of touches.  She moaned again.
I moaned back and then, I couldn't help it, I snickered, giggled, chuckled,
what's the right word?  Finally I let my finger wander down as far as it
would go on her pussy, back to her vagina, eased it into her until I felt
her warm wetness, twirled it around a few times, and then brought it up
through her lips until I felt, where they come together, the little bump of
her clitoris.

   So I played with her for a while, my moving finger teasing from vagina
to clitoris with just the lightest of touches.  Each time my finger
wandered back to her vagina, it pushed into her a little deeper.  Then I
used two fingers, rubbing up and down, into her drooling vagina, up through
the little lips, now splayed to each side, to her still hidden but
accessible clitoris.  And all the while, I kept nursing at her breasts and
she kept moaning until I decided to do something else to please her.

   I moved down on the bed, tugged her legs apart, lifted them, knees
akimbo, reached up and grabbed a pillow, and when she lifted stuffed it
under her derriere.  I tried to lie down but, in the bed alcove, my legs
couldn't find room.  I lifted my calves straight up in the air and that
worked.  I reached under my belly, positioned my hard-on to be comfortable,
told it to wait a while, and then lowered my head.

   Even before my tongue touched her, I could smell her arousal, the scent
of a woman who is ready for her man's penis.  Then I licked her from her
perineum, up through the wide-spread lips of her pussy, on to her clitoris,
still hiding under its hood.  I knew that hers always stayed hidden and
just barely peeked out when the hood was pulled up.  I also knew that she
liked just the lightest of touches, preferably from my tongue, not my
finger, since that was almost too much on her sensitive button.  I knew
that I could bring her to orgasm with just my tongue licking her clitoris
and she also liked the additional feeling of my two fingers in her vagina.
She didn't like fast finger fucking.  She liked gentle ins and outs and
arounds and arounds.

   So I persisted at something I loved to do for her until she started
moaning continuously, until she reached down and put her fingertips on my
temples, until she cursed, "Oh, shit!" and shoved her pussy at my face,
until she grabbed two handfuls of hair, and tried to pull my head into her
vagina.

   I was horny as hell but I didn't want to be on top of her and let my
beast loose.  I wanted her to be on top of me and to choose what she
wanted. I moved up beside her and flopped on my back.  I held my penis
straight up with both hands and waited.  After a minute or so, she lifted
her head, looked at what I was offering, and smiled at me.  I smiled back.

   She roused herself from the little death, swung one long leg over me,
settled on her knees, and eased down on my waiting penis.  Without a word,
what was there to be said, she slowly sank down until all of my penis
disappeared into her.  Finally she groaned, a low guttural growl, and began
to move up and down.

   I held my hands up, fingers splayed, offering her something to hold
onto, and she laced her fingers through mine.  I shut my eyes and enjoyed
the feeling of the woman I loved moving up and down on my penis.  At first
she simply rode, up and down, and then after a while she added another
movement, a pelvic roll.  I knew that brought pressure on her clitoris and
she was one step closer to coming again.  Finally she whinnied, that's the
only word to describe the sound, and I felt her vagina clamp down on the
shaft of my penis.

   I had endured all I could.  I grabbed her by her hips, lifted her up a
few inches, and again and again shoved my penis into her as fast as
possible.  A split second later, my body erupted in an agonizingly
pleasurable spasm and that's when it happened again.

   I was not just me.  I was her and she was me and we were one.  I felt
our vagina clenching around our penis again and again and our semen was
ejected against her gasping cervix.  It lasted just seconds and then my
half separated from her half and we were two separate individuals again. 
It was good.  It was perfect.  It was what every man or woman strives for
when making love reaches its peak: to be one with their lover.

   She asked if we could roll over without letting my penis escape from her
vagina.  I was content to be on the bottom but if she wanted me on top I
didn't object.  I wrapped both legs around hers, my arms around her chest,
and we rolled and her vagina kept its grip on my penis.  We had to sort out
arms and legs again.  I put my forearms beside her so I could keep most of
my weight off her and put my legs together.  She wrapped her arms around my
chest, folded herself almost in half, and locked her ankles over my ass.  I
looked down at her smiling face and smiled back at her.

   In the afterglow, we lay there in our bed, me on top of her, wrapped up
in her arms and legs, and my semi-hard penis asking if it could stay in her
wet warmth.  I didn't feel any need to talk.  I felt we had said it all
with our bodies.  Then I started thinking about what we had done, how we
had shared our bodies and our love, and how I felt knowing I loved her and
she loved me.

   "What are you thinking?" she whispered.

   "About love, the way I feel about you.  A few nights ago I was thinking
about all the challenges we face in this world and I was apprehensive and
depressed about facing up to the responsibilities.  I was sitting on the
side of the bed, like tonight, and you came in here and I pulled you
against me and closed my eyes and you held my head against your breasts.  I
think I absorbed something from you and it was like something flowed out of
you and into me and I knew I could do anything with your love.  Does that
make sense?"

   "Yes, David, it makes perfect sense to me.  I can face this world with
your love."

   "I worry about the others, Anna.  I know everybody needs love and I try
my best to love James and Toby like a father.  Pyotr too.  Women are always
a mystery to me and I try to love Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole and Petra.  I
know one thing.  They need love just like men do."

   "What about Iain?  You didn't mention him."

   "I love him too, Anna, but I have a hard time sorting out my feelings
for him."

   "Why?  He's a very lovable young man."

   "Anna, I've kissed him a few times and each time I've wanted to let the
beast loose with him.  I've kissed James and Toby and it was just fun, just
sex play, but with Iain it's different.  With him, it's almost
overpowering, like I can't control it."

   "Do you mean you wanted to fuck him?"

   "I don't know.  I've always said I don't like anal sex, not with women,
especially not with men.  I don't know whether I want to fuck him or maybe
I want him to fuck me."

   "May I watch?"

   "Anna, don't joke about it.  I'm serious.  The way I love you is totally
different from the way I love Caitlyn and Jean-Nicole and even little
Petra. The way I love him is different from the way I love James and Toby
and Pyotr.  I've tried to sort it out, to understand it, but I can't."

   "David, know one thing.  I love you and I'm not going to stop no matter
what you do.  You're my man now, damn it, and you're going to give me a
bunch of children."

   "When can I start?"

   "Soon.  I think you're going to be a father before year two is over."

   "That's good.  I suppose you'll have to breast feed the little squealer;
won't you."

   "Of course, what else can I do?"

   "Well, if he doesn't get all your milk sometimes, would you let me have
a little."

   "David, you're bad."

   I was almost asleep when I heard her whisper.  "Yeah, you can have
some." She paused for a moment.  "David, after our last play party, I
stopped taking the birth-control pill."

   That woke me up.  "Did I just get you pregnant?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe.  I want you to make love to me every day until
the time for my next period.  Then we'll know."

   "Damn!  Me!  A father!"

   "Yeah, damn, and me a mother."

   "That scares me, Anna: creating a new life out of our love."

   "It scares me too, David, but I want it.  I want to have children with
you."

   She wiggled from side to side, moved her legs higher so that her locked
ankles were on my back with one heel on the crack of my ass, tightened her
arms around my chest, and settled down again.  My semi-soft penis remained
sunk to my balls in her pussy.

   Something occurred to me.  I lifted my head and looked down in her eyes.
They were grinning at me, if that's possible.  "Why did you want me to get
on top?"

   She giggled.  "You've given me a load of your semen and it's mine now. I
want that semen to stay puddled right there on my cervix so your sperm can
swim through and find my egg."

   "Is that why you want to be in this position?  To help you get
pregnant?"

   "Uh, huh."

   "Damn!"

   <><><>

   Our newest arrival came thirty-two days after the twins.  The first time
I saw her, sleeping peacefully in Aimee's lounge chair, I stood quietly and
marveled at the beauty of the young girl.  A few days later, I knew she was
the teenager from hell.

   Aimee called Anna and me very early that morning, telling us that the
girl had arrived, was sleeping peacefully, and was normal in her vital
signs.  I glanced at the clock as we were leaving our bedchamber and saw
that it was a little after five o'clock.  In Aimee's room, the young girl
was sleeping on her side, knees drawn up, arms crossed in front of her
chest, small breasts partially hidden.

   At first glance I guessed her age as the mid-teens.  I walked around
behind her, saw a little crease between her legs, and almost changed my
mind.  The little split mound was completely hairless with no inner lips
protruding.  There, she looked like a little girl not yet into puberty.

   Anna and I quietly continued to walk around her.  I was holding Anna's
hand as usual and we were both studying our newest family member intently.
Back in front of her, we both stood side by side, my arm over Anna's
shoulders, hips touching, just looking at the beautiful young girl.

   She was another tall thin girl, probably as tall as Jean-Nicole, taller
than Caitlyn.  Her hair was an unusual red color, almost bronze, and it was
long and tangled.  One little pink ear was showing.  Her face was peaceful
in sleep, long eyelashes, cute nose, red lips looking dry or chapped, and
small chin.

   There was one distinctive feature of her skin: she had freckles, lots of
them, thousands, and her milky white skin just made them more pronounced.
On her face, they stood out on her forehead but they were heaviest on her
cheeks just below her eyes.  They covered her shoulders and arms and chest
almost down to her breasts and then abruptly stopped.

   From her breasts on down, abdomen, thighs, calves, her skin was just
flawless and milky white with no freckles.  At the apex of her thighs, I
saw a pubic patch of bright-red hair and that seemed strange since the view
from behind of her vulva was so hairless.

   She moved one arm and I looked at her uncovered breast, small, perfect
with a faintly-pink areole and a little pinker nipple.  It looked like that
of a young girl a few years past the start of puberty.  I wanted to put my
mouth there and suck.

   Anna bumped me with her hip and smiled up at me.  "Get the blanket," she
whispered.

   I unfolded the blanket we kept in the room for female arrivals, handed
one corner to Anna, and we gently laid the blanket over her.  I stepped
back to let Anna awaken her.  She put her hand on the girl's shoulder and
gently shook her.

   "Shit!  Leave me th'fuck alone," the girl moaned.

   Oh, shit, I thought.
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