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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Forty-Two   I will decide!  I will, just me, myself, alone, no matter what
others say.  I must make the decision by myself, no matter what others
think.  I cannot avoid the decision by letting them decide.  I have
struggled long and hard enough and finally decided that this is a world of
my choosing.  I didn't ask for the privilege of deciding.  I didn't want
it. I was left with no choice other than to be the one to take charge and
to be the leader.  I saw no one who had the capabilities to protect and
guide this group, other than myself.  I will not surrender that position. I
will decide!

   But!  My decision hopefully will be acceptable to the others.  At the
very least, I must give them the ability to have input into that decision.
I must listen carefully and honestly to their thoughts and wishes.  Once
again, I must struggle with the decision on what is right and what is
wrong. Ultimately all of mankind in this world depends on me and my
decision and I cannot avoid making it.

   What if Anna's wishes do not accord with mine?  Dare I go against her?
That will be the ultimate challenge to our love and I know I cannot go on
in this life without her love.  She's my other half and I know that with
every ounce of my being.  She's going to be the mother of my child, our
child, our extension into the future.  I cannot hurt her.

   The others?  I believe I have their love and respect.  I've done my best
to earn it.  I want it and I need it.  I don't want to be a leader whom
they fear.  I want to be the leader whom they love.  I want their respect.
Will they accept my decision?

   I have no choice about making the decision.  I will make it.  If I
choose one way I will cut off all ties to our old world and Iain's and
Renée's old world.  It will be difficult but mankind has populated a world
before.  We can do it again.  I would like to have the knowledge of Iain's
world.  I believe they are advanced far beyond us.  I would like to have
some of their technology and tools.  It would make life easier for us.

   We have had two shipments of food and materials from our old world. 
Will they continue if I decide not to accept any more people?  Will they
continue, perhaps from Iain's world, if I accept their people?  I want
their knowledge and materials and technology.  I simply don't want anyone
else to assume the leadership of our colony.  Am I being stupid or selfish?
I don't know but I do know I want to remain leader.

   I'm going to call a conference early one morning, to last as long as
they wish, to let each of them say what they will.  When it's over, and I
will decide when to cease the debate, then it will be up to me and my
conscience to decide what is best for all of us.  I will decide what is
right and what is wrong for us and then live with the consequences.

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   We left home well before sunrise, about five o'clock.  We had planned
and prepared and packed the night before and supposedly all gone to our bed
chambers for a good night's sleep.  Anna and I stood in the hallway and
watched the others go to their respective chambers: Iain with Caitlyn,
James with Sam accompanied as usual by Lucky, Pyotr and Petra, and, then a
grouping which caused both of us to raise our eyebrows: Jean-Nicole and
Renée with Toby and Matt going in the same bedchamber and I couldn't tell
which females were with which males.

   There was a partial moon that morning and the weather was cold but calm
and, if it was like the previous day, it would be just cool by noon.  Lucky
knew we were going somewhere; it was evident by his excited behavior: tall
wagging and smiling, if beagles can smile.

   I didn't expect rain but we each carried a rain cape just in case.  In
our backpacks, we also carried our breakfast and lunch.  Some of the guys
carried stoppered gourds around their necks.  Some carried hatchets or axes
and some new tools we had made.

   I wanted to be at the isthmus before mid-morning to gather oysters for a
couple of hours, have lunch, and then start back home by a little after
noon.  If we found any turtles or porkers, that would be even better.  I
wanted to return home about five PM so we could have a hot meal for dinner.
In twelve hours we would do about six hours of walking and six hours of
foraging for food.

   We stopped for breakfast just as the sun was peeking over the horizon,
had a pit stop, girls to the right and boys to the left, and then started
again.  That's when the singing started: the hi ho song, You Are My
Sunshine, Wait 'Til the Sun Shines, Nellie - a new one we were learning for
the New World Chorus, and anything else somebody knew.

   At the isthmus, the first thing we wanted was a big fire.  I used Little
Boy to scrape the tinder off driftwood and Toby showed us that he could use
a fire-starter to get the little kindling burning.  Anna slowly fed the
fire while the rest of us scoured the beach for dry driftwood.

   We had brought something new: five short bamboo sticks with little woven
baskets at the split ends.  We intended to work in pairs with males prying
the oysters off rocks and females catching them in the basket and then
dumping them in backpack.  That way, we kept more of our bodies out of the
cold water.

   Matt said he knew how to shuck so I assigned that job to him and asked
Anna to help him.  In her pregnant condition, I refused to let her get
chilled and she reluctantly agreed to help Matt.  I asked Pyotr and Petra
to look for driftwood and to keep the fire burning.  Pyotr wanted to try
his hand at prying the oysters off but he reluctantly accepted his assigned
job.

   All the rest of us stripped and paired: Jean-Nicole with me, Iain with
Caitlyn, James with Sam, and Toby with Renee, and started prying oysters
off and then catching them.  I was distracted for a moment by the sight of
four pairs of protruding nipples and taut breasts.  Then I couldn't help
but smile at the sight of four shrunken dicks and scrotums.

   After a while, I looked around, smiled at Anna, and then looked for
Petra and Pyotr.  I didn't see them until I looked farther down the
isthmus. I yelled at them to stop and, when I had their attention, told
them not to get out of my sight.

   We harvested oysters for a while and then returned to the fire to thaw
our frozen parts.  Eight of us, all naked, were standing around the fire,
turning backs and fronts occasionally, and trying to keep teeth from
chattering when I heard screams, frightened screams.  I looked toward the
western end of the isthmus and saw something almost unbelievable.  A
juvenile pig was running toward me chased by Lucky, barking like mad,
followed by Pyotr and Petra, hand in hand, running as fast as possible,
being chased by a big sow.  I assumed it was a sow because I knew boars
didn't protect their young and because the pig's tusks were relatively
small.

   I knew the kids were in real danger.  I became instantly cool, grabbed
my spear, and ran toward the procession.  The little porker ran by me with
Lucky at its heels, Pyotr and Petra had the sense to separate and run on
each side of me.  I had a split second before the momma pig was on me. 
Still running toward her, I held my spear back and, at the last split
second, shoved it forward with all my cool strength and into the sow's
chest.

   The combined momentum of our bodies had to go somewhere and it threw me
into the air, heels over head.  I twisted, landed on my feet behind the
pig, stumbled and almost fell forward, but then straightened up.  I saw the
sow down on her side.  Matt had his spear in the side of its chest and it
looked like he had all his weight on the spear.  Maybe I was putting on a
show but I calmly took a couple of deep breaths, withdrew Big Boy, and
walked over to the pig ready to cut its throat if necessary.  It wasn't. 
The pig wasn't moving.  My spear had gone at least a meter deep in her. 
Matt's spear looked like it had gone completely through her and the point
was probably in the sand underneath her.  My eyes met Matt's and I nodded
and smiled at him.  He nodded and smiled back.  I looked around and saw
everybody looking at us.  I waved to them and smiled broader.

   The little squeaker was still trying to evade a barking dog hot on his
heels.  For a moment I wanted to let it go but I knew I shouldn't.  Pyotr
and Petra had been chasing it.  I decided it was theirs to kill.

   "Let Pyotr and Petra kill it," I yelled, and they quickly took up
pursuit, spears raised and ready.  The rest of us used our bodies and
spears to keep the little pig corralled and it ran around in circles
squealing shrilly.  Lucky kept up the pursuit, barking madly.  The twins
ran behind Lucky, yelling at the top of their lungs, both intent on
killing. Petra finally managed to get her spear into its front leg and then
it squealed even louder and fell.  Pyotr shoved his spear in its body,
perhaps into its heart, and it stopped.

   I stood there for a moment listening to the slight breeze and the surf
on the south side of the isthmus, wonderful peace and quiet, no more shrill
squeals or screaming.  Then I realized we had one big pig, one little one,
and some gourds full of oysters to carry home.

   "I thought I told you two not to get out of my sight," I said to Pyotr
and Petra.  I was smiling so they knew I wasn't mad.

   "We didn't, David," Pyotr said.  "You just didn't tell Lucky.  We were
bent over picking up driftwood when the little pig flew past us with Lucky
hot after him.  We didn't see him at first because he wasn't barking.  Then
the momma pig came flying too and that's when we ran and started screaming
for you."

   "David, were you cool?" Caitlyn asked.  "I've never seen anything like
that, you flying through the air and shoving your spear in that sow, I
mean, especially when you flipped through the air and landed on your feet."

   "I didn't mean to do that," I answered, truthfully.  "When I stuck her
with my spear, our combined momentum threw me through the air.  I was just
lucky to land on my feet in sand.  I could have landed on my head on
rocks."

   Now have to worry about getting 200 pound sow, maybe 30 pound squeaker,
plus oysters carried back home.  Field dresses large and little pig.  Pyotr
and Petra carry little one with feet tied around a bamboo pole.  Quarters
other pig and others cooperate in carrying it.  Get home about dark.  Bathe
quickly and cook dinner.

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   After dinner one cold blustery evening when we were safe and warm in our
cave home and full of more of Jean-Nicole's great cooking, Anna and I
invited Iain and Caitlyn to our bed chamber to play.  Our bed chamber was
crowded with four but that just made playing more fun.

   It started as it so often does with kissing: me kissing Anna, Iain
kissing Caitlyn, me kissing Caitlyn while Iain kissed Anna, and at the
ladies wishes, me kissing Iain and Anna kissed Caitlyn.  The last was not
at the same time.  Anna and Caitlyn watched, giggling, while Iain and I
were performing tonsillectomies on each other and rubbing two hard-ons
together.  We watched, laughing, when they tried to outdo us by rubbing
their breasts together and humping imaginary dicks at each other.

   That led to oral sex and I had my tongue in two different pussies and my
mouth on one hard dick.  Again, we swapped around and watched and
criticized and suggested nasty alternatives and laughed and giggled and
tickled and goosed and slapped somebody on the ass.

   Then they decided they wanted to suck dick and get fucked at the same
time.  Iain didn't object and neither did I.  We finally figured out that
the only way we could do that was to have me and Iain as the fucker and the
suckee while one female watched and criticized and told us how to do it.

   Iain was propped against the back wall of our bed alcove, hands together
on his stomach, legs spread wide, watching Caitlyn suck his dick.  Caitlyn
was on her knees between his legs, ass up in the air, propped on one hand,
other hand holding Iain's hard-on except for the part in her mouth.  I was
behind Caitlyn, slowly trying to get my dick all the way in her little
pussy, listening to her groan as I slowly pushed deeper and deeper into
her. Anna was sprawled on her side next to the three of us, watching,
laughing, choreographing our fucking and sucking, talking dirty, making
crude suggestions.  Caitlyn had said she wanted it all and I was just
trying to fulfill her wish - and her pussy at the same time.

   I reluctantly glanced away from looking down at her exquisite little ass
as my dick slowly, oh, so slowly, slid in and out of her tight little
bouche.  I looked at Anna to see if I was doing it right.  She smiled at me
and nodded her head.  I had originally been too vigorous in fucking Caitlyn
and she had been having trouble keeping her mouth on Iain's dick.

   "Iain, when Caitlyn is ready to have her second baby, are you OK with
David giving it to her," Anna asked.

   "Who's giving her the first one?" he asked.

   "You are, of course," Anna said.  "Don't play stupid.  Are you OK with
giving me my second one?"

   "If I've got to," he answered, grinning.

   "Damn, you women just work us to death," I complained.  "I thought I was
supposed to give Renée her second one."

   "She's got to make up her mind whether which guy she wants to give her
the first one," Iain said.  "She and Jean-Nicole are sleeping in the same
bedchamber with Toby and Matt.  I think she's going to settle down with
Toby and Jean-Nicole is going to marry Matt."

   "Jean-Nicole told me she and Renée have been swapping back and forth
with both guys.  I think she wants Matt.  I know Toby wants Renée," Caitlyn
said, and then started sucking dick again.

   We were all quiet for a while and the only sounds were Caitlyn's
slurping mouth and her groans as I pushed the last little bit of my dick
into her.  Success!

   "He's got his dick all the way in, Caitlyn," Anna said.  "Are you ready
to let me have my turn now?"

   "In just a minute," she groaned and then started jacking Iain's dick as
fast as she could and sucking him harder.  I pulled my tianga almost out of
her and rammed it back in as hard as I could.  She squealed and fell
forward on top of Iain.

   "That wasn't nice, David," she complained as she rolled off Iain to the
side.

   The other three of us shuffled around and I took Iain's place against
the alcove wall.  Anna got on her knees between my spread legs.  Iain
knee-walked behind her and looked down intently at where he was putting his
tianga.  Anna looked at me as Iain slowly worked his dick all the way in
her.  I suppose he finally hit bottom - I couldn't see - and then he
started slowly fucking her.  She propped on one hand, wrapped the other
around my slippery dick, and started sucking on the head.  I wondered how
my dick tasted with Caitlyn's juices on it.  Maybe I'd suck Iain's dick a
little to see how it tasted with Anna's juices on it.

   "David, nobody is going to be forced to do anything when it comes to
having babies," Caitlyn said.  "The female side of our colony just thinks
it would be a good way to have children if we all have one first with our
husband and then one with somebody else.  If they want us to mix our DNA
with the DNA of people from Iain's world, that would be a good way to do
it."

   "I guess all the guys would be sort of co-daddies; wouldn't we?" Iain
asked.

   "You can give me my third one, David," Anna said and then started
sucking my dick again.

   We weren't in a hurry to get to orgasm.  We had agreed that we were
going to be very slow and easy tonight and really enjoy whatever we did. 
We had warmed up with kissing and oral sex and then the ladies had wanted
to try sucking one hard dick while getting their bouche filled with
another. It was all just in fun.

   I felt the first faint rumblings in my groin and I knew that if she
continued Anna was going to get a big dose of my baby batter.  I grabbed a
handful of her wild hair and pulled her head up.  Iain decided to follow my
example and shoved his baby maker into her bouche as hard as he could.  Of
course, she squealed and fell forward on top of me.

   I crawled over in front of Iain, grabbed his dangling tolos, licked up
his upright tianga a few times, and then sucked on the head.  His tianga
tasted like Anna's bouche and that was something I was familiar with and
loved.

   He threw his arms out wide, groaned, "Take me; I'm yours," and then fell
on his back laughing.  Maybe he remembered the time when I had almost taken
him and now he thought I wouldn't.  I knew I wanted to take him but I just
couldn't make up my mind how to do it.  Strange, how a man can love his
wife and another man and his wife all at the same time, just in different
ways.

   "Are you sure I can't hurt your baby, Anna?" Iain asked.  "It felt like
the head of my tianga was almost in your womb."

   "Never hoppen," she giggled.  "If you did, my baby would probably kick
it back out."

   "Oooh, I'll be careful," he said.

   "I'm ready for my first orgasm of the night," I said.  "Anybody want to
help me?"

   "What do you want, David?" Caitlyn asked.  "I'll help you.  Anna can
help Iain."

   "Missionary position, straight fucking?"

   "OK," Anna and Caitlyn said at about the same time.  They scrambled
around and settled down on their backs, pillows under their heads, arms
wide in invitation, legs spread, knees bent up, wet swollen pussies ready.
I was ready too.

   I crawled on top of Caitlyn but I didn't try to get my pecker in her
pussy.  I pressed the shaft of my tianga against the wet spread lips of her
bouche and helped her get her legs over my back with her ankles locked
together over my ass.  She wrapped her arms around my chest.  I looked to
the side and saw Iain and Anna in a mirror position.

   I lowered my face to Caitlyn's and kissed her, open mouth, tongue
probing.  At the same time, I slid my dick up and down against the lips of
her pussy.  I rode her a little high so, hopefully, the underside of my
shaft would rub against her clit.  From the way she groaned, I assumed I
was successful.  She was primed and ready.  Shortly after I began, she went
wild and squealed in my open mouth and thrust up against me.

   I quickly reached down to my dick, notched the head in the right spot,
slid it home, and felt the last of her internal convulsions around the
head. I tried to hold back, to keep the beast at bay, just to fuck her
slowly and thoroughly, until I came with the head of my dick pressed
against her cervix.  I almost succeeded but finally the beast in me
prevailed and I let it loose and pounded into her until I squirted out my
balls and spine in her.  I wasn't sure but maybe she came again at the same
time.

   I dropped my head down next to hers, closed my eyes, and waited until my
heart stopped pounding and my lungs stopped gasping and my brain started
functioning.  After a while, sanity crept back and I looked to the side. 
Caitlyn turned her head at the same time.  We watched as Iain tried to
shove his tianga into Anna's womb so the baby could kick it out.  He didn't
succeed but all the effort he was putting forth showed how hard he tried.
Then he froze in place, unmoving, dick buried to the balls, and I knew Anna
was getting her cervix bathed in his semen.

   We, both pairs, lay there fastened together for a while.  My dick was
soft and I was reluctant to move because I knew it would be squeezed out of
Caitlyn's juicy bouche.  I decided to provoke more trouble.

   "Hey, Iain, my dick is still hard as a railroad spike," I said.  "How
about letting Anna can make it soft again?"

   He reached over and slapped me behind the head.  Caitlyn giggled.  She
knew exactly how soft it was.

   We cuddled and talked and laughed and stroked and probed and, after a
while, my dick was hard enough to be useful again.  This time I made slow
gentle love to my wife, again in the missionary position, locked up tight
with her arms and legs, my mouth on hers, and wanting it to go on forever.
Iain got sloppy seconds on his wife and I didn't pay any attention to what
they did.

   <><><>

   Entertainment: Three episodes: (1) Caitlyn and Sam perform Flower Duet
from Lakmé with all other as massed chorus.  (2) Figlio Perduto with Pyotr
as son and me as father and others as male and female choruses.  (3) Pyotr
and Matt in Sorcerer's Apprentice.  Toby dances as Mickey Mouse all others
are magic brooms.  Toby does a back flilp holding broom, later a front
flip, then later, holding the broom with both hands, jumped over the
brooml. Mickey never did that.In end throw pots of real water at Mickey.

   Dance night, march and then waltz and then slow dancing again.

   Sex night: Aimee alphabetizes the women and then calls them in random
fashion.  Each woman can then choose one male for the night.  Must first do
sex in front of everybody until one partner has orgasm.  Then take seats
together.  Next woman chooses man and same.  When all women have had turn,
each new couple will retire to the bedchamber of female for slow loving
sex.

   4 Anna chooses Pyotr 6 Caitlyn chooses James 2 Jean-Nicole chooses Matt
3 Renée chooses David 1 Petra chooses Toby 5 Sam chooses Iain

   Boy!  One word.  No other words necessary to describe him.

   He was sitting in Aimee's recliner in very good posture, his head
upright and steady, his calves dangling at the end of the chair, his arms
straight by his sides, and his hands holding onto the end of the chair. 
His small penis was erect and uncapped and protruding from between his
legs,.  He was looking around with evident curiosity.  As soon as Anna and
I walked in he turned to look at us and smiled.

   "Hello," he said and looked both of us up and down.  He didn't seem
surprised that we were both naked.

   "Hello," Anna and I said at the same time.

   "You must be David, David Blunderbuss, and the woman with you must be
Anna Conda," he said.  "They told me the leader would be a really tall guy
and he would be with a beautiful tall woman."

   "Those were our last names," Anna said.  "We're married now and we've
chosen a new last name.  It's Guerrier.  Who're you?"

   "I'm Tom, Thomas Stewart," he said.  "That's not my original name.  My
parents chose Stewart when they came to your world and I chose Thomas
because it's something like my original first name.  Where are Iain and
Caitlyn?"

   "We're here, Tom," Iain said from behind me.  I turned and saw him and
Caitlyn walking in.  "Do you know me?"

   "No.  They said you came from Ireland, where the transporter is located.
I came from a group in England.  We were located near Southend-on-Sea, east
of London, on the coast of the North Sea."

   Aimee was watching from her screen.  "David, Tom was awake and alert
almost as soon as he arrived.  Perhaps he had an easy journey."

   "Tom, everyone who has made the journey before you has arrived with a
full bladder." I said.  "Do you need to pee?"

   He looked down at his penis, then back up at me, and smiled again.

   "Yeah, I need to go."

   He slid off the end of the recliner and tried to stand.  I could see
from the expression on his face that he was dizzy.  I reached out toward
him and he grabbed my right hand.  I put my left hand under his arm.

   "Tom, most of us have experienced some dizziness from the journey," Anna
said.  "Hang on to David and Iain and let them help you to the toilet."

   "OK, I really do need to go," he said, still smiling with what I'd call
an irresistible smile.  He took a few steps, still holding my hand and then
stopped.  He was very unsteady on his feet.  Iain held him by his other arm
and the three of us went to the toilet and lined up at three adjacent
urinals.  Tom reached down and held his penis.  Nothing happened.

   "I've got to piss too, Iain," I said.  "How about you?"

   "Yeah, me too."

   We shuffled up a little closer, and started pissing.  Tom looked at me
pissing, then at Iain, and that was all the stimulus he needed.  He bent
his dick down to horizontal and started another stream.



   We were sitting at the dinner table one night when Caitlyn asked me
whether Aimee is real.  Of course, Aimee was listening and she answered. 
She said that she is real, that she exists in her own universe which she
perceives by means of electrical impulses moving rapidly within her.  Then
Aimee asked Caitlyn if she is real because she exists in her universe in
the same way.  James asked Aimee if she worries that she will cease to
exist if the source of those electrical impulses is cut off.  Aimee said
she ponders the meaning of her existence and wonders if she will continue
to exist if all electrical impulses within her cease to flow.  I told Aimee
I wonder the same thing and I have no evidence that I will continue but it
doesn't worry me.  I've too much alive and in love with life to worry about
what happens when all my electrical impulses cease to flow.  I thought
about that conversation with Aimee for days after and finally concluded
that it was all a mystery for which I'll never have an answer.



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