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 A World of My Choosing

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

   Chapter Thirty-Eight

   "What is it, Aimee?" I asked.

   "We have a serious emergency, David!  The shield is down!  All other
systems are functioning but I have lost power for the shield.  Should I
alert all the others so you may decide what to do?"

   "Yes, Aimee, tell them to assemble in the learning chamber.  Anna and I
will be there as soon as we go potty."

   Everyone quickly assembled in the learning chamber.  Nobody had bothered
to don loincloths in the middle of the night.  There were sixty seats in
the room but nobody was sitting.  I knew that Aimee's voice had
communicated the serious nature of our assembly.  I asked her to repeat
what she had told me and Anna.  She did and expanded on the nature of the
problem.

   She said that a small component of equipment needed to be replaced and
one person could easily do it.  After that, she could repair everything
else herself but, depending on the weather and the amount of sunshine, she
would need at least two or three days to replenish the power to bring back
the shield.  Until the shield was restored, we would be operating on
minimum power.  She immediately lowered the lights to drive that home.

   I moved to the front of the crowd, directly in front of Aimee's screen.
I knew I had to demonstrate my leadership to assure them that we were on
top of the problem.

   "Thank you, Aimee," I began, speaking in a calm voice.  "You all
understand we have a serious problem.  Iain and I planned for it months
ago. We know what needs to be done.  I want you all to sit down and listen
carefully."

   I waited until they were all seated in the first two rows.

   "First things first.  Matt and I are leaving for the isthmus by four
o'clock.  We need to stop any dangerous animals from crossing onto the
mountain.  Aimee knows what we need to take.  Anna, I want you and Caitlyn
to get our clothing ready.  We want rain capes and boots that come up
almost to our knees.  Aimee knows my size and she should know Matt's. 
Bring everything here.  Roll up two blankets to tie to the bottom of our
backpacks."

   I received two attentive nods.

   "Jean-Nicole and Sam, I want you to stuff a backpack with food for two
for a couple of days, solid substantial stuff.  No cupcakes."

   I received two attentive nods and a lot of grins.  We never had
cupcakes.

   "Pyotr and Petra, I want you to fill a backpack with dried flowers and
cattails and driftwood, any stuff that will burn easily.  Break it up into
small pieces.  Everything outdoors will be wet.  We'll want a fire while
we're on the isthmus and maybe we can get a fire going enough to dry out
some driftwood."

   Two more attentive nods.

   "James and Toby, get the weapons we'll need.  I want my sword, my
knives, my bow and arrows, and a spear.  Get Matt the same.  Bring
everything here."

   Again, two more attentive nods.

   "Iain is to be leader while we're gone," I said.  "He will be in charge
of the repairs.  I want you all to give him as much respect and help as
you've given me.  Just do what he says.  Your life may depend on it.  Do
you understand?"

   I received a bunch of nods from the crowd.  I watched Matt.  He didn't
nod.  I knew he wanted to be leader.  I couldn't let him stay.  I needed
him with me.

   "James, Toby, Pyotr, I'm not through with you yet.  Tomorrow morning, I
want you to come down to the isthmus.  Bring us some more food and anything
else Anna or Aimee wants to send.  Bring lots of gourds.  Make sure to get
that gourd funnel I made.  We may have time to gather some oysters.  I want
you back home before dark.  Can you do it?

   I got three nods.  I wasn't sure about including Pyotr but I knew he
would want to come with James and Toby.

   "Now listen carefully.  Matt and I will be OK.  We can defend ourselves
but all of you have got to be on the defensive too.  Don't go outdoors
unprepared or alone.  Take weapons when you set foot outdoors.  Don't go
far.  I don't think any dangerous animals have had time to get on the
mountain but there's a chance they have.  You may have to defend
yourselves. I don't think the big raptor birds will be a problem unless
you're in a bare spot where they can run to take off."

   I waited for them to absorb my warning.  I wanted to end with something
to make the occasion a happy one.

   "There's one more thing," I said.  "Anna's pregnant.  Iain, I'm leaving
the most precious thing in my life with you.  Take care of her."

   He grinned.  "I will, David."

   I thought everybody would never quit congratulating us.  I chased them
out to do their assigned tasks to make them stop.

   When Matt and I went outdoors, I saw lightning flashes on the horizon to
the east and heard the distant rumble of thunder.  I knew the weather
system had moved on past us.  We stood under the undamaged outdoor shelter
for a moment.  I had something I needed to say to him.

   "Matt, I think you want to challenge me for leadership of this group. 
Maybe it's because you just want to get laid.  Maybe it's got nothing to do
with sex.  Maybe you just want to be the Alpha male.  Right now, I need you
to help me.  You've got the strength and courage we need.  You would never
have got to be a Navy seal otherwise.  Will you do it?"

   I held out my hand to him.  He took my hand in his and grinned and
squeezed.  I squeezed back and then grinned at him.

   "Yes, David, I'm not stupid.  You're the leader for the next few days."

   "Thank you.  Now listen.  I know the trail leading down to the isthmus.
I've walked it lots of times but never at night when it's raining.  You
probably should walk behind me.  I don't think we'll encounter any
dangerous animals going down.  I think they're probably holed up somewhere
waiting for the storm to end.  After it's over, they're going to be
foraging and I think they like to do it on the isthmus.  I want us to be
down there by daylight.  There's a narrow spot where two of us can stop
them from crossing to go up the mountain.  We're going to be cold and maybe
wet but we've got to do it.  Are you OK with this?"

   "Yes, David.  I've been through some tough training.  This can't be
worse."

   The rain was still heavy when we started but shortly it began to
slacken. I knew the trail but I'd never walked it at night and going was
difficult.  The rain capes and high boots were effective in keeping me and
my two backpacks relatively dry.

   By the time we reached the isthmus, the rain had stopped and dawn was
breaking.  The air was cold but still above freezing.  We walked out onto
the isthmus warily, threading our way between huge boulders.  I stopped as
soon as I saw the first big patch of sand under my feet.

   "Matt, we need to watch for footprints now.  I don't see any here so
maybe we're in time.  These boulders are going to diminish in size and then
for about the length of a football field there's little but sand.  We're
going to check that out carefully for footprints.  If we don't see any it
probably means that nothing has crossed the isthmus yet.  The isthmus is
narrowest there and that's where we'll wait and watch."

   "What could cross it?" he asked.

   "Bears.  You've seen the hide on the floor in the hallway; Anna, Iain,
James and I killed it.  Wolves.  James and Toby and I killed four over on
the mainland.  Pigs, humongous boars, we've eaten a few little piggys. 
Never tried to kill a big one.  Big cats, haven't seen any of those yet."

   "Damn!"

   We walked around and over the largest rocks until we came to the long
sandy stretch.  I scanned it quickly and saw nothing but the usual
occasional smaller gray rocks, wet now and black.

   "Spread out so we stay about twenty feet apart," I said.  Let your eyes
sweep back and forth in front of you, from the water's edge to about half
the isthmus.  Look for tracks.  You'll know it if you see any big ones."

   We started walking over the sand with our eyes down scanning.  In my
peripheral vision, I saw something ahead of us move.

   "Stop!" I said, loud enough for Matt to hear me.  My yell was also loud
enough to alert what I saw was a raptor bird with its back toward us.  It
hopped in a half circle, turned, and looked at us.

   "God damn!  What is it?"

   "It's a raptor bird, a fucking big hawk.  It can be dangerous but we
don't need to worry.  I killed one somewhere along here when I was the only
one here."

   "Do you think we should run?  Get back in the rocks?"

   "No, just be quiet and listen to me."

   "OK."

   "Put your spear in your left hand and slowly pull your sword."

   He did and I did the same.

   "Which way is the wind blowing?"

   "Huh?  It's blowing in my face.  I think that's out of the north.  What
difference does it make?"

   "The bird can't instantly fly.  He needs to run to get up to speed.  I'm
guessing he'll run with the wind and that's toward us."

   "Shit."

   The bird dipped his head and tore something off its breakfast prey.

   "He's eating something."

   "Yeah, he wouldn't be down here otherwise.  He's killed a young pig. 
We're going to steal his breakfast."

   "Are you crazy?"

   "No.  He's not that dangerous to us."

   The bird spread its wings and flapped a couple of times.

   "Damn!  He's going to fly!"

   "No, I call that display.  He's showing us how big he is.  His wings are
about six paces wide but his body's not much bigger than a huge turkey's."

   "Sheez, it's a fucking monster."

   "No, Matt, just a big bird.  We're going to split up.  You go to your
side all the way to the water.  I'll do the same.  When I signal, we'll
both start walking toward it, arms raised high with weapons.  It'll have
plenty of room to take off between us.  I'm betting it will."

   "What if it doesn't?  What if it attacks me?"

   "When it takes off, it will fold its legs up underneath.  If it does
just let it go.  It's not going to hurt you."

   "What if it doesn't?  Luck at those fucking claws."

   "If it comes toward you with legs down and talons extended, drop your
spear and swing your sword with both hands.  Aim for its legs.  I cut the
legs off one and then whacked off its head.  It's easy, Matt."

   "Shit!"

   "OK.  Now start walking.  To the water first, then arms up, toward the
bird.  And yell your loudest."

   The bird watched us get closer and then started running toward us.  It
spread its wings, got lift, flapped a few times, and then soared into the
air well before it got close to us.

   We walked to the bird's kill.  It was a young pig.  The bird had ripped
a lot of flesh off one hind leg.  The pig was also missing some other
things.  We both stood looking at it.  There were claw and beak wounds on
one side and a lot of blood from a throat injury.  I wished I could have
seen the bird kill the pig.  I knew the pig was much larger in the body
than the bird.

   "Hold my spear.  I'm going to drag it back to the rocks we came through.
That's where we'll make base.  Later this morning, I'm going to butcher us
some pig for supper.  Tonight we're going to have a roaring fire and we're
going to eat pig.  When the Mouseketeers come tomorrow, I'm sending a ham
back with them."

   The bird had quite evidently pecked out one of the pig's eyes.  There
was also skin hanging where its scrotum should have been.

   "Damn, it's a male but where are his balls?"

   "In the bird's belly."

   "Shit!"

   "I wish I hadn't killed the other one.  I think they're really harmless
to us."

   I dragged the pig back near the large boulders and then we walked the
sandy area looking for footprints.  There were none.  The bird must have
attacked the pig as soon as it wandered out into the open.  Nothing else
had yet wandered out onto the isthmus.

   We returned to where I wanted us to set up a guard post.  I slid my
sword back into the holster, leaned my spear against a rock, took off the
sword holster, and pulled my rain cape over my head.  The air was cold and
the wind was blowing from the north but I was sweating a little.  I pulled
my tunic up, stretched my tights down and hooked them behind my balls, and
then held my penis while I had a good piss.  Matt did the same.  We stood
there pissing and shivering and smiling at each other.

   "This world is ours, Matt," I said.  "All we've got to do is claim it."

   We sat in a half-sheltered spot against big rocks and ate breakfast,
cold fried rabbit and bread and it was delicious.  Afterwards, I managed to
start a fire with the kindling from home and we gradually fed it small and
then larger driftwood until we had a smoky but roaring fire going.  After
that we kept our eyes on the isthmus to the northwest of us and gathered
driftwood to keep the fire blazing.  Nothing much happened until about
noon.

   I was dragging driftwood back to the fire and Matt was walking away from
the fire when he saw it.  A bear came meandering out of the rocks on the
other end of the isthmus onto the long sandy stretch.  It stopped and stood
up when it saw us.

   "David, it's a bear!" he yelled.  "It's a god damned fucking monster!"

   "No, Matt.  It's just a hungry bear looking for something to eat.  Just
stand your ground.  I'm going get my bow."

   I was back beside him in seconds with an arrow already notched in the
Brute.  The bear dropped down on all fours and started swinging its head
from side to side.  I could hear it sniffing.

   "Why is he doing that?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe it's trying to pick up a scent.  Listen to me
carefully.  We're going to scare it off.  If it charges, it's going to eat
an arrow.  If that doesn't stop it, hold your spear with both hands and
shove it in its chest.  I'd rather not have to kill it."

   "Damn.  How can we scare him?  He looks like he's about as big as we
are."

   "It's not a he.  It's a she.  If it stands up again, look at its belly.
If it was a male, you would see something on his lower belly.  Are you
ready to scare it away?"

   "Me?  Shit!  What can I do?"

   "Pick up some rocks.  We're both going to yell at her.  You're going to
throw rocks.  If it comes this way, I told you, I'll feed it an arrow
instead of breakfast."

   "I was a pitcher on my high school baseball team but I never dreamed I'd
be throwing rocks at a fucking bear."

   We advanced on the bear, holding our arms up in the air.  It stood
watching us for a moment.  Matt started throwing rocks at it.  We both
yelled as loud as we could.  It turned and ambled back in the rocks and out
of sight.

   In the middle of the afternoon I judged that the day was as warm as it
was going to get and I wanted something good for supper.  I asked Matt to
keep watch and I stood near the fire and stripped.  I carried my spear into
the water and started prying oysters off the rocks.  The wind was still
blowing from the north and small waves made it difficult to see underwater.
After I pried the oysters off the rocks, I had to pick them up underwater
and I was constantly bending over with my face almost in the water and one
arm groping for the oyster.  I threw then out on the sandy part of the
isthmus and Matt picked them up and put them in a backpack.  I managed to
get thirty nice size oysters before the cold water and wind drove me back
to the fire.

   "I hope you'll eat oysters," I said, trying to get warm around our fire.

   "Yeah, I'll eat them," he said and grinned.  "I'll eat anything that
doesn't eat me first."

   Dinner was warm sourdough bread from home, raw and baked oysters, and
slices of pig liver and pork grilled at spear point over the open fire.  I
was sitting there on a driftwood log, wrapped in a warm rain cape, a
contented belly full of meat and oysters and bread when something finally
dawned on me.  I had not even felt the cool response when we chased the
raptor or the bear away.

   We sat there side by side leaning back on the log and swapped stories
for a while.  I had made a mistake when I chose the place for the fire.  I
wanted the fire to warm the rocks close by, hoping that the fire would warm
the rocks and the radiated heat would make sleeping more comfortable.  It
was doing that.  The problem was that the constant northerly wind kept
blowing the smoke directly onto the rocks and we had to sit on the north
side of the fire to avoid being smoked too.  Still, I was relatively
comfortable wearing most of the clothes I had brought and the log was a
little shelter from the constant wind.

   Matt told me about his missions in Islamistan.  He was a team member on
the first and team leader on the second and third.  His first was an
extraction, second was an elimination, and third was an extraction again.
They eliminated a mullah without a hitch, along with some other guys, and
then covered what they had done with a big explosion.  He had no idea
whether his team had escaped on his third mission and he felt like a
failure for getting bounced out of the truck.  I could only tell him what
we both knew: shit happens.

   I told him about my Army experiences, particularly the one when I killed
the seven jihadists and how that led me to be assigned to the special
sniper school.  Then I told him about killing Grand Ayatollah Muqtada
al-Badr and how I had been trapped in the hotel, thought I was blown up,
and then woke up here.

   "Damn, man, you're just shitting me, aren't you, about killing Ayatollah
Bad-Ass?"

   "No, Matt, I'm not shitting you.  You're too big a turd."

   I looked at him and he was grinning as big as I was.  I let my assertion
sink in and then told him where it happened.

   "Seriously, Matt, I was assigned to a sniper school in Arizona where we
were trained to take out the religious leaders of the jihad.  I killed
Al-Badr when he came out the door of the Imam al-Hussein Shrine in Mamoon
after mid-day prayers.  Our disinformation services planted the story that
it was the other religious sect which did the job.

   "And you were sent here immediately after you did it?  Do you know what
happened afterwards?"

   "No, Iain was sent here a month later.  He said the two sects were at
each other and it looked like their unified expansion efforts were
collapsing.  That's the latest info I've heard."

   "Man, it stopped their expansion in its tracks.  They're doing their
best to kill each other and we're all trying to help them."

   "Matt, we might as well think of our old lives as something like bad
dreams.  We're here and we're going to be here for the rest of our lives.
The challenge facing us now is how to survive and give our children and
grandchildren a good start in this world.  We've got to be a loving caring
family to do that."

   He yawned and infected me.  I yawned back and stood up, unrolled my
blanket, and waited for Matt to unroll his.

   "Matt, we can sleep apart under a single blanket or we can sleep close
together under two blankets.  We'll be warmer sharing body heat under two.
The temp may get down to freezing tonight.  Which do you prefer?"

   "Sleeping together is OK with me.  Don't we need to stand watch?"

   "No, I don't think so.  I think the bears and wolves and pigs are
diurnal, not nocturnal.  I know we'll be safe from the raptors.  We do need
to keep the fire going.  Help me feed it during the night."

   He nodded.  We put our blankets together, lay down side by side with our
heads on backpack pillows, and pulled the blankets up over our shoulders. I
pushed him over on his side and moved up as close to him as I could.  He
bent his right leg and I spooned up to his butt with my right leg over his
and my arm around his chest.  He took my hand in his and held them close to
his chest.  I closed my eyes and relaxed.

   In a few minutes, Matt whispered to me.  "David, you talked about me
finding a mate in one of the five women who are coming here.  I guess
you're assuming I'm straight like you but I'm not.  I've had sex with both
guys and girls."

   "Which one do you like better?"

   "Shit.  I don't know.  Sex is sex.  It's always good no matter which one
you're doing it with."

   "Yeah, I know.  I've done it with both too"

   "You're kidding me.  You seem like the straightest guy I've ever known."

   "Matt, when we get back, ask Aimee to let you listen to something Iain
said about love and sex and how we all change over time.  I think you'll
find a lot of wisdom in it."

   "Have you done it with him, Iain, I mean?"

   "Yeah.  Once, I sucked his dick and swallowed.  He returned the favor.
I've never fucked him, never fucked another guy.  Assholes just don't turn
me on."

   "Has anybody ever fucked you?"

   "No."

   "You ought to try it sometimes.  You should get some big-dicked guy to
fuck you and another one to suck you off at the same time.  You've never
had a good orgasm until you try that."

   "Which one do you want to do, fuck me or suck me off?"

   "Neither tonight.  I'm tired and I'm beginning to get warm and I'm going
to sleep.  Maybe tomorrow."

   "Uh, uh, tomorrow it's your turn to get in the water and get us some
more oysters.  It'll take a day or two to thaw out your dick."

   "Shit!"

   "Matt, I know you want sex.  We all do.  It's part of what we are. 
Sooner or later, you're going to want to have love too.  Just try to be
patient.  I think some of the ladies will show you a little love and let
you have sex with them.  Who knows?  The next arrival may be the one for
you.  Maybe Jean-Nicole will end up with you and the next arrival will sink
her claws in Toby.  If we try, we can all be happy together."

   "What if Toby and I get it on?"

   "I'm not going to tell anybody else what they can and can't do about
sex. It's too damn complicated.  Just try not to cause any hard feelings."

   "If I suck your dick, what will Anna say?"

   "She'll probably watch and then expect you to lick her pussy?  Will
you?"

   "Yeah, I've gone muff diving before.  I like it."

   "So do I.  She'd probably watch while I suck your dick.  She's done that
before."

   "Damn, you mean you sucked dick while your wife watched."

   "Well, I don't think she really watched that much.  She had her head
between another female's legs."

   "Damn, I don't believe this."

   "Matt, we're setting our own moral code when it comes to love and sex.
We don't let religion do it.  As long as it's consensual and nobody gets
hurt, it's OK with me."

   "Well, I've talked a few girls...and guys too...into it and I don't
think I hurt anybody.  I'm not that kind of guy."

   "Matt, I've got one question for you.  How many females have ever been
Navy Seals?"

   "None as far as I know.  It's an all male outfit and you bond with the
other guys."

   "Well, think about that for a moment.  I'm about ready for sleep but
I've got one more thing to say.  Right now I'm the sole leader of this
group when it comes to decisions about how to protect everybody.  Iain's
co-leader when we make decisions about everything else.  He's got a brain
like you wouldn't believe.  I'm hoping you'll join with us as a leader. 
We're going to need somebody with your skills and strength when we start
moving onto the mainland.  Iain and I usually go for walks and talk about
what needs to be done.  I'd like you to go with us and join with us."

   "David, I'm not going to be much good making decisions until I learn
more about this place and all of you."

   "Well, think on it.  Maybe a Navy seal and an Army sniper can work
together with a guy from another universe and culture and make this colony
prosper.  Now let's get some sleep.  I'm tired."

   Dawn broke clear and cold and the wind had stopped.  My internal alarm
clock awakened me at first light but I lay there reluctant to move.  Matt
was spooned up to my butt and I was reasonably warm.  I had fed the fire a
couple of times during the night and Matt had fed it at least once.  I'd
pissed and shivered once during the night and my bladder wanted to be
relieved again.  I reluctantly pushed his arm off my chest and sat up.  I
looked toward the east and saw that the sun had not yet peeked over the
horizon.

   "Matt, if you can, sleep a while longer.  I'll watch for critters."

   He grunted and I assumed that meant yes.  He drew his long legs up,
pulled the blanket over his head, and then then made himself a breathing
hole.

   I walked a few yards away and had a good piss even though the cold
threatened to make my dick crawl back up in my body.  I grabbed my spear
and started surveying the sand for tracks.  The wind had almost erased our
tracks from the previous day and I saw no new ones.

   I was hungry.  I returned to the fire, fed it again, sliced off enough
liver and ham for both of us, washed the sand off in sea water, put the
meat on spear points, and propped them almost in the fire.  We still had a
few oysters so I placed all except two almost in the fire.  I shucked one
and had a delicious cold raw one almost too big to go in my mouth.  I stood
surveying our world, occasionally glancing at our breakfast and then along
the isthmus for critters.  My nose smelled the meat cooking.  My stomach
growled.

   Matt sat up, looked at me, looked at breakfast, and stood up.  He walked
a few yards away, pissed, shivered, and returned to the fire.  He smiled at
me and I smiled back.  The meat looked almost done.  I sliced the last of
our bread and put it on a log near the fire to warm.  I shucked the last
raw oyster for Matt, had a baked oyster, Matt had one, I had another, Matt
another, and we finished off breakfast with bread and liver and ham slices.


   "Matt, I usually have to shit after breakfast," I said.  "If you have to
do it, go back in the rocks, dig a hole, crap in it, and cover it up.  Shit
stinks and we don't need any critters getting a whiff of us.  They know
where there's shit, there something big enough to eat."

   "Did you bring toilet paper?" he asked, grinning.  I ignored him.

   We walked the sandy part of the isthmus again looking for tracks and for
driftwood big enough to burn.  After crossing the sand, we climbed up on a
huge boulder, stood side by side, and looked toward the mainland.

   "That's our new world, Matt," I said.  "All we've got to do it claim it.
We've already found a place over there to build our first outpost."

   "What will we build it out of?"

   "Stone.  There's a place where there's a lot of sedimentary rocks in
layers that will be easy to bust loose.  We're going to make cement out of
oyster shells and sand.  I think we can make something strong enough to
stand up to anything."

   As we walked back toward out base camp, I kept seeing all sorts of sea
shells with something in them and I thought of something to try.  I made a
sling or pocket in the front of my rain cape and started picking up the
various kinds, not the small ones, but the ones large enough to have
something worth eating in them.  Matt probably knew what I had in mind.  He
started helping me.  By the time we were back to base, we had quite a
collection.  I piled my mixture of shells down near the fire and Matt
dumped his too.

   "What are we going to do with them?" he asked.

   "I'm going to eat some for lunch.  We need to try everything that's
edible in this world.  We may have to eat them some day."

   "Let's send some back to Jean-Nicole and let her see if she can do
something with them."

   "Good idea.  When the kids get here, we'll let them pick some up.  I
think they'll get a kick out of trying to eat them."

   A little after mid-morning, I heard the singing of the Mouseketeers
before they came into view.  They were singing the hi-ho song at the top of
their lungs to let us know they were coming.  When they walked out of the
boulders, I couldn't help but smile at them: three young boys out on a
grand adventure.  Pyotr was leading the way and that surprised me.  They
were all dressed in Sherwood Forest attire complete with a Robin Hood hat
with a feather in it.  They all had bows and arrows on their back and a
spear in their right hand and they all were lugging a bunch of empty gourds
to carry oysters back home.

   I hugged them and kissed them on the cheeks and watched as they went to
Matt next.  He looked a little uncomfortable but he hugged them close and
kissed them, maybe an air kiss, on the cheeks.

   "Who's leader?" I asked and they knew what I meant.

   "Pyotr's leader," James said.  "He didn't want to be but Toby and I
outvoted him.  He knows he's responsible for getting us back home before
dark."

   "OK, Pyotr, report!"

   "Yes, sir!  Iain's already replaced the damaged what-cha-ma-callit. 
Aimee says the weather is expected to be clear and sunny over the next few
days and, if it is, she can have the shield back up by tonight.  She says
you can start back tomorrow morning and, if you feel the shield when you go
through it, you'll know it's OK for you to come home."

   "Have you guys seen anything?" James asked.

   I led them through the rocks to where I had put the pig carcass.

   "Damn, it's a pig," Toby said.  "Who whacked him up like that?"

   "Well, first that big raptor bird killed it but we chased it away and
stole its breakfast.  Then the bear wanted it but Matt and I chased it away
too," I answered.

   "You chased a bear away this time?" James asked.

   "Yeah, it was a female and lots smaller.  Matt threw rocks at it and
chased it away."

   James looked closer at the pig.  "Shit, it's a male but what happened to
his balls?"

   "Big Bird ate them and one eyeball and part of one leg.  I cut open his
belly to get his liver and sliced off some ham for me and Matt.  We had
fresh liver and ham slices grilled before a wood fire last night. 
Delicious.  Would you like some for lunch?"

   "Hot damn, I hope no fucking big bird eats my balls." Toby said.

   "Why?" Pyotr asked.  "I hear Jean-Nicole eats them almost every night."

   "Naah, she just gnaws on them."

   I decided to harvest oysters before lunch.  I knew the temperature would
be higher later in the day but I wanted the Mouseketeers to be well on
their way home by then.  They wanted to harvest the oysters.  I asked if
they'd brought the string.  They wanted to know what string and why?  I
told them they needed to tie strings around their dicks before they got in
the cold water.  Why?  So they could pull their dicks back out of their
bellies later.  I knew James had heard it before but he didn't let on to
Pyotr.

   Three beautiful naked shivering young kids pried oysters off rocks and
pitched them up on the sand.  Matt picked them up and brought them to me. I
used Little Boy to cut the muscle and slide them into the funnel I'd made
from a gourd.  Most of the oysters were huge and healthy looking and I
quickly filled six gourds with raw oysters.

   The Mouseketeers returned to the fire, turned around like a spit, and
thawed out their frozen parts, little dicks and balls trying to crawl back
up in their stomachs.  They had just put their clothes back on and were
warming at the fire when I heard Matt yell.

   "David, the bear's back!"

   The bear again walked out from the rocks partway on the sand spit, stood
up, looked around, dropped to all fours, and sniffed the air.  I felt sorry
for her.  I knew she was doing the same thing we were: looking for food.  I
decided to be good to her.

   "Mouseketeers, bows!" I said, and watched as they quickly grabbed their
bows and notched an arrow.

   "Matt, spear!" he understood.  He dropped everything else and held his
spear in both hands.

   "I'm going to walk toward her.  The rest of you follow about ten feet
behind me.  Don't shoot unless she charges me.  When I get close, I'm going
to give her something."

   I went to the pig carcass, cut off the mangled hind leg, sliced off a
big hunk for our lunch, and then walked toward the bear, spear in right
hand, pig leg in left.  She eyed me curiously and I knew she understood
what I was holding out toward her.  She stood her ground.  When I was about
twenty feet away, I threw the leg to her.  She quickly grabbed it in her
jaws, turned, and ran back in the boulders.  She didn't even say thank you.
I couldn't help but grin.  I hadn't felt the cool response this time
either.

   I was hungry again and I estimated it was close enough to mid-day.  I
raked out a spot in the fire and we dumped some of the sea shells in it and
covered it up with glowing coals.  We sat and talked until I guestimated
that the sea creatures were cooked.  I asked the Mouseketeers to rake them
out of the fire and then I found me a couple of rocks to crack the shells.
A couple of whacks with a rock and the shell cracked enough for me to use
Little Boy to extract the meat.  I blew it cooler, stuck it in my mouth,
and chewed.  And chewed.  And chewed some more, part just a delay to hold
them in suspense.  Finally I swallowed, smiled at them, and reached for
another sea critter.

   After the sea critter smorgasbord, we had more raw and baked oysters,
more pig liver and meat, and fresh bread from home.  We saved the other
stuff the Mouseketeers had brought us for later.  We all ate oysters, even
a raw one or two, and liver and pork slices and groaned about how good it
all was.  Nobody hesitated to eat what we could find.  Youth and cold make
great appetizers.

   The three youngsters left a short while after lunch, laden down with the
other hind leg off the pig, a bundle of sea shell critters, and a bunch of
stoppered gourds full of oysters dangling from a big bamboo pole.  I knew
they would be exhausted when they got home but I also knew they would keep
at it until they got back well before dark.

   Matt and I scoured the sandy part of the isthmus for more driftwood
after the kids left.  Almost all of it was found on the south side and that
told me that currents were pushing up from the south, maybe bringing warm
sea water toward our mountain home.  I knew sea currents affected shore
temperatures in much of our old world and maybe our winters would not be
too severe.

   Matt and I stood and sat around the rest of the afternoon.  I decided to
tell him about some of the others and the problems they had before coming
here.  I told him how I met Anna at the secret training base and how I
believed we were intended to be a team and how I became depressed when she
wasn't the second to arrive.  I told him about Iain and how he had been
sent here by his parents instead of back to his old universe and how
Caitlyn had loved him enough to follow.  I admitted that I had been so
depressed and frustrated with him that I had almost raped him and how much
I regretted that.  Then, after James arrived, when Iain told me how and why
I was here, our friendship had righted itself and gotten stronger ever
since.

   I told him how James had never had parents and had killed his foster
father because he was sick of being sexually abused and how I had tried to
show him a father's love to heal his suffering.  Then Anna come and I was
content to be here.  Iain was content after Caitlyn came to him, except
that she was so sexually repressed that we had to decide how to break down
her walls.

   I told him about Toby's despair after watching his parents doom
themselves with drugs and how I had tried to give him a father's love to
help him.  Now I was as proud of James and Toby as though they were my own
sons.

   I asked him if he could be happy with a woman like Jean-Nicole and he
smiled and nodded.  I told him how she had been treated like a caged animal
by her religious-fanatic parents and how she had managed to break free with
us.  When I told him that she had just moved in with Toby and my guess was
that they might be only temporary lovers, he smiled, maybe thinking of her
and the possibilities.

   I told him about Sam, Samantha, that she came to us as the teenager from
hell, unhappy with us and with everything we tried to do.  Then I had tried
tough love and made her act as a scullery maid in order to eat.  Finally
James had been the one who showed her the love and kindness which brought
her out of her hell and my guess was that their relationship might well
turn out to be permanent.

   Last I told him about Pyotr and Petra, how they had had almost no
parental love and thus had developed a strong love for each other, how they
had almost been sold into sexual slavery, and had killed their step father
to escape.  They came to us at the same time and had been together, even
sexually, since and we were all accepting of it.  They had both said they
eventually expected to find other mates.

   I wasn't trying to convince Matt of anything.  All I wanted to do was to
let him know some of the problems the others had endured in their old world
and how Anna and I had tried to help them to be happy in our new world. 
Perhaps he convinced himself of something.  He held out his hand to me for
a handshake.  That wasn't what I wanted from him.  I pulled him against me,
wrapped my arms around him with my cheek against his, and hugged him as
hard as I could.  He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed back.

   "David, I don't want to be leader, not of all this group.  Sounds to me
like you and Anna are doing a damn good job.  I'll be patient until you can
make me a part of the group.  You be leader; I'll be follower."

   "Uh, uh, Matt, I don't want you to be a follower.  I want you to help me
lead.  My first job here is to act as a protector for everybody.  I need
some help in doing that.  I need you to help me lead."

   "OK.  I'll try.  Just be patient with me."

   "Sure," I whispered in his ear.  Then I really surprised him.

   I leaned back and kissed him on the mouth.  He pulled away for a second
but I yanked him back and kissed him again, this time, with my tongue
asking entry to his mouth.  He opened to me and we started to lose our
consciousness of anything except our bodies and their response to the kiss.

   Finally I pushed him away and grinned at him.

   "Shit, David.  Don't do that.  Don't get me started."

   "What, Matt?  That was just a simple kiss between friends.  I just
wanted to welcome you into the family."

   We ate some of Jean-Nicole's good cooking for supper and then sat and
watched as the light faded and night began to descend.  We both watched as
billions and billions of diamonds filled the sky.  After a while the half
moon crept over the eastern horizon.  I stood up, shuffled up to the fire,
and pulled my tunic up and my tights down.  I let my dick and balls get
warm and then I wrapped my hand around my warm dick and started stroking
it. Matt watched.

   "Come join me," I said and he did.

   We stood there side by side slowly stroking our penises and watching
what the other was doing.  When mine grew into a full-blown hard-on, I
started stroking faster.  Matt watched me and stroked his faster too.  I
wasn't in a race.  I just wanted a little something to help me sleep
better.

   I had been pondering something to make Matt feel more at ease with us,
particularly with me.  I wasn't sure where it would lead but I wanted to do
something.  I took my hand off my penis, reached over, and wrapped it
around Matt's.  He looked at me questioningly.  I pointed at my naked penis
with my left hand.  He reached over with his left hand, wrapped it around
my penis, and slowly stroked back and forth.  When he looked at my face, I
smiled at him and he smiled back.  We stood there with our hands on each
other's dicks for a moment, slowly stroking.  I decided to go ahead and do
the other thing I'd been thinking about.

   I knelt in from of Matt, held his penis straight out toward my face, and
took it in my mouth.  I sucked and stroked and licked for a minute or so.
In the cold, his scrotum was already drawn up and tight.  It felt like half
an orange in my hand.  He put his hands on my shoulders and I felt his
fingers digging in.

   I had no intention of giving him a blow-job.  I stood up in front of
him, put my hands on his shoulders, and pushed down.  He knelt in front of
me and used his tongue and mouth and hands on my dick and balls for a
moment.  I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed my dick in a little too
far.  He pulled back, almost gagging.

   "Sorry `bout that," I said.

   "Shit!  I can't deep-throat, David," he said.

   I pulled him up and we again stood side by side grinning at each other.
Maybe he understood what I was trying to convey, that I accepted him as he
was and I wasn't really different and I wanted to be his friend.  I came
first and squirted out a few white strings directly into the fire.  Matt
came a few seconds later.  Our semen sizzled in the flames and came back up
in foul-smelling smoke and steam.

   My dick gradually lost its hardness and I squeezed the last drops of
semen out of the tubes.  Matt watched, looked up and me, grinned, and
cleared his pipes too.  A minute or so later, we walked away from the fire,
had a good piss, wrapped up against the cold, and went back to the fire and
to bed.  He spooned up to my butt, put his right leg over my left and put
his arm over my chest.  I took his hand in mine, kissed it, and held them
both close to my heart.

   Why did he feel like he needed to tell me about his past?  Fucking
around with both guys and girls.  Who does he think I am?  Some sort of
fucking priest, fucking altar boys one minute and absolving some stupid
sucker of his sins the next.  If what he did was a sin, I've sinned too,
maybe just not as much.  Shit, how can any religion decide what is a sin. I
can't.  Well maybe some things, like fucking innocent children.

   Why do religions have to define some human activities as sins and then
say that some god will punish you with eternal fire if you don't get
absolved of your sin.  Shit!  No man can absolve another of sin or whatever
you call it.  Maybe having to carry the burden of what you did through life
is enough of a punishment.

   David Guerrier.  Anna liked it.  Said that's what we are.  Warriors
fighting to forge a family in a strange new world.  Maybe that's what we
are but sometimes I still feel like David Blunderbuss.  Blundering through
life trying to do what's right.  Still trying to make my parents and
grandparents proud of me.  Not knowing sometimes what's right and wrong and
what to do to make things right.  Just trying to do my best in this world.
Like conniving with Anna and James to get Sam to join us and become part of
the family.  They're a beautiful young couple and they seem happy with each
other.  That was the right thing to do.

   Did I do what's right with Matt?  I want him to feel part of our family.
Why did he think what he did with guys in the past was a sin?  I've sinned
the same way except I've never thought of it as a sin, just a boy and then
a man trying to cope with the demands of my own sexual needs.

   That was a hell of a way to bond with him, David Guerrier, sucking his
dick.  You should have talked to him, told him that you didn't care what
his past was like, just his future with us.  But actions speak louder than
words.  I was just trying to show him that there's not much difference
between us.  I'm not the straightest guy he's ever known.  I know I still
love Iain and I can't deny it.  Just not act on it.  What's the difference?
I know I love James and Toby too.  I feel like they're my sons and I'm
damned proud of them and the men they're becoming.

   But I know I love Anna the most.  Anna Guerrier.  Good name.  Not Anna
Conda.  Always standing beside me facing our future.  With her I know I can
do what somebody evidently expected me to do, to lead this colony of humans
and protect them and provide for them.  Shit, I can do it.  It's going to
be a wonderful life with her and children and grandchildren.  I can be
content when I die, knowing I did my best in this life, just not fucking it
up too much.

   The next morning, we had breakfast out of the last of the food from
home. With Matt's help, I butchered the pig enough to put the choice parts
in two backpacks.  We started toward home, slowed down when we approached
the spot where the shield was usually effective, and then felt the
static-electricity effect when we passed through.  A little after
mid-morning, we walked in the front door at home, dirty, smelling of sweat
and smoke and other stuff, tired but so damn glad to be home again. 
Almost.

   Lucky barked and came running to us.  His retinue followed.  Anna almost
threw herself at me.  I wrapped my love up in my arms, buried my face in
her hair, and held her as close to me as possible.  Now, I was home.

   We sat in the kitchen and told the crowd about our two days and nights
on the isthmus.  Jean-Nicole and Anna washed the pig parts and put them in
the refrigerator room.  After that, we were led to the shower by everybody
else and thoroughly washed and dried.  James and Toby tied loincloths
around our waists and we joined the others for a lunch of leftovers. 
Jean-Nicole promised we would have a very good dinner later.  Next we were
led to separate beds in the bedchamber where Anna and I slept.  We were
kissed and hugged and told that we should take a nap and someone would call
us for dinner.

   After two nights of struggling to sleep in the cold and being aware that
a dangerous animal might wander upon us, I was ready for a good afternoon
nap.  Sometime later, I was awakened by two half-naked young females, Sam
and Petra, crawling in the bed with me and rubbing against me and groping
my good parts and giggling and not stopping when I told them to because
they knew I didn't mean it.  I finally gave up and crawled out of bed and
stood up.

   Matt was still in bed watching.  The two sirens didn't let him escape.
They gave him the same treatment.  He had half a hard-on when he stood up,
just like me.  They weren't through with us.  They led us to the toilet,
watched as we stood side by side and had a good piss, led us to the
bathroom, wiped off our faces, brushed our hair, put a loin cloth over our
still half-way hard-ons, and led us to the kitchen.  I smelled dinner when
we were going down the hallway.

   Matt and I were carefully seated at an empty table for six, me on one
side in the middle seat, him on the opposite side facing me.  This was new.
It soon came evident what the others had planned.  The two seats beside me
were occupied at various times during dinner by different couples, all
intent on serving and feeding me and making sure I had everything I wanted.
Matt received the same treatment and we sat their grinning at each other
between courses

   The first course for dinner that night was bouillabaisse stew or soup
made with all sorts of sea critters in a broth with tomatoes, onions, and
potatoes.  Quite good.  That was followed by scalloped oysters made with
crusty bread in a white sauce.  Delicious.  The third course was pork
scaloppini with lemon.  Outstanding.  Jean-Marie had been using lots of
lemons in cooking since the Mouseketeers found the lemon trees while
exploring.  Side dishes with the entrée were potatoes sautéed with garlic
and olive oil and mixed greens steamed just to tenderness and seasoned with
olive oil and cheese.  And we had fresh sourdough bread with all this.  We
ate like kings.

   After dinner, I noticed James and Toby watching Anna.  Finally she
nodded at them and they left the dining room.  The sirens came for Matt and
me and led us out into the hallway.  James and Toby were standing just
outside the door collecting loincloths.  I had no idea what we were going
to do naked but I didn't care.

   Then Aimee lowered the lights and I heard "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" and
I started to ask Anna to dance with me.  Surprise.  She pushed me away,
winked at me, and chose Matt.  I stood and waited until the song was over
expecting that everyone was going to change partners.  I was right. 
Caitlyn came for me and Iain dropped out.  Before the dance was over, six
tunes, I had taken a turn with each of the females.  I noticed that more
than one male was sporting something that made close dancing difficult. 
Some were pointing almost straight up.  Mine was half hard again or still.

   Anna took charge.  She asked each of us to say "I love you" to all the
others, to give them a hug, and to say something to them.  We all arranged
ourselves in a line of couples, with Matt between me and Anna.  I started.

   "I love you, Matt," I said and wrapped him up in a big hug and then
kissed him on the mouth.  "I'm glad you came to help me lead this crew. 
Welcome aboard."

   "I love you, Anna.  I'm so glad you're my wife.  We're going to have a
grand life together." I kissed her and held her for a moment.

   "I love you, Iain.  I almost hurt you once but now you're my closest
friend." I kissed him right cheek, left cheek, mouth.

   "I love you, Caitlyn.  I'm glad you were brave enough to follow Iain
into the unknown." She smiled at me after I kissed her on her mouth.

   "I love you, James.  I hope my son is a combination of you and Toby It's
a joy to have your around." I kissed him on the lips too.

   "I love you, Sam.  Please forgive me for making you wash dishes.  I hope
you and James are happy together."

   "I love you, Toby.  I told James I hope my son is a combination of you
and him.  I really mean that.  It's great having both of you here with me."

   "I love you, Jean-Nicole.  I love your cooking but I love you more." I
got a little teasing touch of tongue when I kissed her.

   "I love you, Petra.  I love you, Pyotr." I said, wrapping an arm around
each of them.  "I hope you realize you can live the rest of your lives
knowing that this family loves you."

   Then I waited while the line folded back upon itself again and I was
kissed by ten others, hugged, and listened to them say something to me,
usually serious, sometimes a funny something that made me smile.  Finally,
when the line had folded back on itself ten times, or was it eleven, we all
stood waiting.  I didn't know who was in charge or what was planned for the
rest of the evening.  Anna was in charge.

   "Matt, we occasionally get together to play at sex.  Each time we play a
different sort of game and that's going to be true tonight.  The ladies
have decided what we're going to do.  Are you willing to play by our rules?
Are the rest of you guys willing to do what we say?"

   Yes, mother, yes ma'am, uh huh, and some other positive answers.

   "OK.  Tonight we're going to separate into two groups.  The women will
be the do-ers.  The men will be the do-ees.  There are six men and only
five women so we're going to do you guys two at a time.  Matt and David
will be first since they just spent a couple of cold days and nights
protecting the rest of us.  Are there any questions before we all go in the
lounge?"

   Toby raised his hand.  "Yeah, what are we going to do?"

   "You're not going to do anything, dummy," Jean-Nicole said.  "When your
turn comes, you're going to lay there flat on your back and the do-ers are
going to do whatever they want to do to you.  OK?"

   "Gimme a blowjob?" he asked.

   "You cannot even ask us to do something, Toby," Sam said, and I knew the
ladies had cooperated in planning tonight's fun.  "You've just got to grin
and bear it."

   Toby pushed his pelvis forward.  His penis was stiff as a spear and
pointing at the ceiling.  "Like this?"

   Jean-Nicole slapped him gently on the back of his head.  He yelled like
it really hurt.

   A female sprite named Petra held both our hands and led Matt and me into
the lounge.  I turned once and looked behind and saw that the other four
females were also leading a male.  When I saw what had been prepared in the
lounge, I think my penis lifted up another notch or two.  There were two
mattresses arranged side by side surrounded by couches and loveseats and
chairs.  We were led straight to the mattresses and stood waiting while the
other guys were led in and told where to sit.  None of the females sat.  I
wondered if all five were going to do do-ers to six do-ees.

   All assembled, Petra and Sam put their hands up high on two guy's
shoulders and pressed down.  Matt and I lay down on our backs. 
Immediately, they tucked pillows under our necks.  Sam and Petra were the
first do-ers.  They nudged out legs apart with their feet, knelt between
our knees, and looked down at our play pretties.  Sam proceeded to examine
my penis and testicles, touching lightly, looking with an intent gaze on
her face, almost as though she'd never seen a hard dick before.  I lay
there first counting the freckles on her face, then looking at her
beautiful breasts, and then trying to catch a glimpse of what she had
hidden behind that little patch of red pubic hair.

   "Can you forgive me for making you wash dishes, Sam?" I asked.

   "David, there's nothing to forgive.  I was a spoiled little bitch.  I'm
not stupid.  I knew what you were doing."

   "Are you happy with James?  Is he a good lover?"

   "Yes and yes.  I never knew a guy could be so kind and patient and
gentle.  He makes sex so good for me.  He doesn't fuck me; he makes love to
me.  Did you talk him into what he did with me?"

   "A little.  James is a very loving young man."

   "I agree.  Now shut up.  I'm about to do something so I can't talk.

   And with that, she leaned over, cupped one hand under my testicles, held
my penis straight up with the other, tugged my foreskin back, and took the
uncovered head in her mouth.  I shut my eyes, put my hands together on my
stomach, and enjoyed her efforts.  Just when it was getting really good, I
heard Aimee call time and I opened my eyes.  Time for what?

   Sam and Petra swapped places and my dick was in Petra's mouth in just a
few seconds.  She pretended to have trouble getting the big head in her
little mouth.  I wondered how much trouble she'd have getting the big head
in her little pussy.  She played with my balls and sucked on the head of my
dick for about thirty seconds and then Aimee called time again.  I wondered
what the hell was going on.

   Petra moved up over my chest, squirmed around until her little pussy was
right over my face.  At the same time, Jean-Nicole crawled up between my
legs.  I glanced over and saw Sam over Matt's face and Caitlyn just
kneeling between his legs.

   I could do it.  I could lick pussy while somebody sucked my dick.  I
reached up, put my hands on Petra's hips, and pulled her pussy down to my
tongue.  She slapped my hands away from her hips.  I looked up at her face.

   "You can't do that, David.  You're a do-ee.  You can't use your hands.
I'll let you use your tongue and that's all."

   I thought it was a little silly but I obeyed.  I put my hands back
together on my stomach.  She lowered her hips slowly until her wide-spread
thighs were on each side of my head and her open pussy was there for my
tongue.  I started licking.  I shut my eyes and licked her pussy while
Jean-Nicole sucked my dick.  But, damn, Aimee called time again.  It
couldn't have been more than thirty seconds.

   This time there was a double swap.  Caitlyn swapped with Jean-Nicole and
I watched as Jean-Nicole began sucking Matt's dick and Caitlyn began
sucking mine.  Matt caught me looking and smiled a really big grin.  Then
Caitlyn wiped the smile off my face.  I couldn't smile anyway.  I was
licking Sam's pussy this time.  Hands together on my stomach, Sam's pussy
on my face, Caitlyn's lips and tongue on my dick: I liked this game.

   Then something happened that I liked even more.  Caitlyn and Sam and
Petra moved off the mattresses.  Jean-Nicole remained.  Anna moved on.  The
two of them hugged each other and whispered back and forth.  Somehow they
decided.

   Jean-Nicole straddled my hips.  Anna straddled Matt's.  They looked at
each other, nodded, and within seconds my dick was buried to the balls in
Jean-Nicole's pussy.  Matt looked at me as though he couldn't believe what
Anna was doing.  His dick was hidden in Anna and she was just sitting
there. Two females looked at each other, propped their hands on two guy's
chests, giggled, and went for a ride.  Matt and I just laid there side by
side with our hands on our stomachs and let the do-ers do us.

   I looked to each side.  Iain and Pyotr were sitting on a couch on one
side, nursing two hard-ons.  James and Toby were slouched down on a couch
on the other side, long legs extended, right hands slowly stroking two
rampant dicks.  Sam and Caitlyn were kneeling on each side of me and Matt,
Petra kneeling in the middle, watching the action.

   I opened my mouth and winked at Petra.  She crawled up and tried to
smother me with a warm breast.  She didn't have a good mouthful so I pursed
my lips and sucked on the nipple.  Caitlyn did Matt the same way.  Sam
knelt there and watched the fun.  And all the while, the two riders rode
hard.  Jean-Nicole used the same up-down, roll the hips motion as Anna. 
Maybe all women use it.  Maybe it tickles their clit just right.

   I heard moans and looked to the side.  Matt was quite evidently coming.
His hips were lifted inches off the mattress.  Anna was sitting still on
him, her face taut, not as though she was coming, but as though she was
getting a hot load of semen squirted on her cervix.  Aimee didn't call time
for once.  I looked back up and opened my mouth to Petra's little breast.
And Jean-Nicole continued to ride me slowly, watching what I was doing to
Petra.

   After a moment I looked to the side at Anna and Matt again.  He was
relaxed now and she was sitting still on him.  I caught her looking at me.
I opened my mouth, made a licking motion with my tongue, and beckoned her
to me with one finger.  She shook her head no.  I nodded yes.  She mouthed
"No David," and I knew she was reluctant to let me do it with Matt's semen
in her.  I stuck my tongue out again, made a licking motion, and nodded
yes. She shook her head no.

   Sam watched us signaling to each other and settled the argument.  She
took Anna's hand, pulled her up, and pushed her over to me.  Jean-Nicole
stopped her ride for a moment to let Anna get in place.

   Anna straddled my head and settled her pussy down to my waiting mouth
and tongue.  I knew Matt's semen was deep in her vagina and, if it drooled
out, it would probably drip on my throat, not in my mouth.  All I wanted
was to get my tongue on her clitoris and that was inches away from the
entrance to her vagina.

   I used my hands even though it was forbidden and Anna didn't object.  I
put them on her thighs and pulled her down until I could easily lick upward
between the little lips to the red button of her clitoris.  Then I reached
up to her breasts, caught her nipples between thumb and finger on each
hand, and gently pinched.  She groaned.  Jean-Nicole resumed her ride and
groaned.  I groaned too, a sympathy groan.  It was all just too damn good.

   I felt something warm and viscous dropping down on my throat and I knew
that Anna's cup was overflowing.  I wondered what she would taste like
lower down, if I licked her around her vagina, if there was really a cream
pie down there.  I shifted my head, licked upward from her perineum to her
little nubbin, and I tasted what I knew had to be a mixture of Anna's
juices and Matt's semen.  Damn, the taste and smell went straight down to
my penis and more blood left my brain and went into my dick.

   Maybe that was the trigger that Anna needed pulled.  She started
quivering, whining, and then tried to smother me with her pussy.  I knew
she was coming and coming hard.  That was what I wanted and that was what
triggered me.  I reached down to Jean-Niccole, put my hands on her thighs,
and shoved her down on my penis.  Balls deep in her pussy, I unloaded in a
series of agonizingly pleasurable pulsations.  She and Anna were both
whining and groaning so, what the hell, I echoed them again.

   After that, the evening was anti-climactic for me and Matt, at least for
a while.  We sat side by side on a couch, our dicks still swollen but
complacent, occasionally drooling out another little drop of semen, and
watched Pyotr and Iain get done by five doers.  That was five imaginative
do-ers.  I thought poor Pyotr was going to faint or drop dead when he came
in Caitlyn.  A moment later, Iain gave up his load to Sam's riding pussy.

   And still later, Iain and Pyotr sat on one side of the mattresses, Matt
and I sat on the other side, and we all watched James and Toby get ridden
hard and finally put out of their misery by Anna and Jean-Nicole.

   Still later, I insisted.  Five women lay flat on their backs on the
mattresses while six guys licked them all to a final whining moaning
orgasm. I think all six guys licked the pussy of five gals; I know I did.

   My dick was rigidly stiff again when I finished and I wanted a good
fuck. I didn't want to make love.  I wanted to fuck.  Anna obliged.  She
lay spread-eagled while I eased my dick into her drooling pussy and then
wrapped me up with her arms and legs.  I let the beast loose, she bit down
on my shoulder, and I shoved my dick in without mercy and finally poured
out my balls in her.

   When I looked up, we were in the middle of four other couples all doing
the same thing.  I didn't even think of what the sixth guy might be doing.
I didn't even think of which guy was fucking which girl.  I pulled Anna up
and we staggered out of the lounge, down the hallway, paused for a good
piss, and then fell in bed together.  I did remember to say something to
Anna.

   "I love you, Anna."
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