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 THE MEASURE OF MAN

   An Epic by Gil Gamesh

   As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night,
night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice.  Let your clothes be
fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your
hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure
of man.

   Chapter One

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Connor Stuart, 33 in story, 25 in flashback;
Siobhan (Kelly) Stuart, 32 in story, 24 in flashback; Kavan Kelly Stuart, 6
in story; Arial Erin Stuart, 4 in story; Kerry Lee Stuart, one month from
birth as story is told

   TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   "Kieran, would you bathe the kids tonight?" Siobhan asked.

   "The full treatment?"

   "Yes.  They need it."

   "OK."

   I knew they needed a good bath.  Kavan and Arial had played outdoors
most of the afternoon while I was working in the yard.  Siobhan had sat in
a lawn chair in the shade, trying to be comfortable with our third child
almost full term and kicking in her.  I'd watched our kids as they played
with a neighbor's two kids, rolling in the grass, turning flips, and
chasing each other until they were sweaty and exhausted.

   I carried Arial into the house and on into the bathroom.  She smelled
like a wet puppy.  Siobhan followed with Kavan holding her hand.  The
little house had an old bathtub, hardly large enough for one, but it had a
large separate shower.  Siobhan and I could enjoy the shower together or
one of us could shower with both kids.  As she grew larger and larger with
the baby, I was usually the one who bathed them in the tub or showered with
them.

   I stripped Arial while Siobhan helped Kavan.  They were dressed almost
the same - socks and sneakers, briefs, shorts, and shirt.  The only
difference was the fly in Kavan's briefs where, if he didn't wait too long,
he'd drag his little dick out before he peed.  I could never understand why
he'd wait until the last second and then dance in front of the commode
trying to find it.  All too often, his aim wasn't as good as it needed to
be and I had to clean up after him.  Arial was never like that.  She always
quietly slid her little panties down and sat on the commode with her legs
together while she peed.

   Kavan didn't wait to be told this time.  He walked over to the commode
and lifted the seat.  He held his dick with both hands and squirted down
neatly for once.  He even put the seat back down for Arial.  She took her
turn without a word and looked like a princess on her throne as she did it.
I took my turn while the kids watched as usual.  I looked over at Siobhan,
leaning against the wall, and she was watching the three of us, a big smile
on her face.

   "I'll fix us something for supper," she said.  "Do you kids want PB and
J?"

   It was their favorite Saturday night meal, peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches with a class of milk and some fruit.  She got two `yeahs' in
response to her question.

   "What do you want, Kieran?" she asked.

   "Anything.  Whatever you're having," I answered, and she left us.

   I gave the kids the full treatment - shampooed Arial's golden curls and
Kavan's red tangles first, then washed their soft skin with a soapy cloth,
and rinsed them thoroughly before I took my turn.  They played around and
between my legs while I washed.  As usual, Arial watched closely when I
washed my genitals, especially when I slid my foreskin back and washed the
head of my penis.

   I dried them first and they both turned around so I could smack them on
their beautiful butts as I usually did before they ran off to find their
mother.  I dried off, combed my hair, and went down the hall to the
kitchen.

   Siobhan made grilled cheese sandwiches for us.  It was one of my
favorites, especially with extra-sharp cheddar cheese.  She gave me a dark
beer with mine and had a glass of milk with hers.  I'd brought a washcloth
from the bathroom to wipe up the kids after they finished their PB and J.

   "Dad, why did Kavan's penis get stiff when you washed it?" Arial asked
out of the blue.

   "It's my dick, Arial," Kavan said.  "It gets stiff when Dad pulls my
foreskin back and washes it.  It feels good."

   "Well, Dad pulled his foreskin back and washed his and it didn't get
stiff," she said to Kavan.

   I thought Siobhan was going to spit out the mouthful of milk she'd just
taken.  She managed to swallow before she laughed.

   "I've told you kids why that happens," I said.  "It's so a man can put
his penis, his dick, in a woman's vagina and make his semen come out. 
There are little bitty swimmers in semen and one of them finds a woman's
egg and that makes a baby."

   "Is that what you did to Mom?" Arial asked.

   "Yeah, Arial, you dummy," Kavan said.  "That's the way Mom and Dad made
us.  That's the way they made the new baby."

   "Does it hurt?" she asked.

   "No, Princess," Siobhan said.  "It doesn't hurt.  It feels good.  Now
you two finish your supper and let your Dad read to you before you go to
sleep."

   "Can we sleep with you?" Kavan asked.

   "Not tonight, Son," I answered.  "Your Mom's having a little trouble
resting with the baby so big.  She doesn't need you two rolling around and
bumping into her."

   "Can I sleep with Kavan?" Arial asked.  "With no clothes on?"

   "You can if you'll be good after I read to you," I said.  "No wrestling,
no cutting up, just be quiet and good and go to sleep?  Promise?"

   They both promised.  Sometimes they actually kept their promise.

   <><><>

   It was early but we went to bed just as soon as I finished reading to
Kavan and Arial.  Our bedroom was dark and we were quiet, resting, curled
up together spoon fashion.  We were both naked, as close together as could
be.  My hand was curled around Siobhan, holding her breast.  It was already
swollen, ready to become a milk source in about a month.  My penis, soft
but warm and swollen, was pressed against her.  I wondered if the time had
come to stop having sex with her and start settling for the poor substitute
of my hand again.

   As was usual now, Siobhan was resting on her side, with a long pillow
between her knees and partly under her distended belly.

   "Are you sleepy yet?" I asked.

   "No, Kieran," she replied, "just a wee bit tired."

   "Mind if I talk to you?" I asked.

   She snuggled back against me a little more.  "You know it's OK.  That's
one of the things I like most about going to bed like this.  So we can be
together here in the dark and talk to each other."

   "Yeah," I said, "talking is nice.  But I want to talk about something
that's one of the best parts of marriage."

   "All the sex you want?  She asked.

   "That's important.  But doing what we're doing now means just as much to
me."

   "We're not doing anything, Kieran."

   "Nothing?  Your butt up against me, with nothing between us, curling up
together like this, with my hand on your breast - that's nothing?"

   "I apologize, Kieran; I think I do feel a little something."

   "That's my dick, Siobhan.  I'm talking about how this makes me feel."

   "Horny?"

   "Come on, Siobhan, be serious," I said.  "When we go to sleep like this,
spooned up, I'm as content as I've ever been in my life."

   "I hope we'll feel the same when we're sixty," she said, sighing.  "I
can hardly imagine it.  I guess our sex life will cool off as we get older.
I hope just being close and held like this will still make me happy at that
age."

   "Even if I'm bald and have false teeth?" I joked.

   "If you're worried about your teeth, get up and floss," she answered.

   "How do you and the baby feel?" I asked.

   "The baby's quiet now," she answered.  "I'm glad he's stopped playing
trampoline on my bladder.  I'm fine too.  Whether you believe it or not,
this third pregnancy has been the easiest of all."

   We had agreed to stop after two children.  We didn't know how this one
was conceived, three years after the last one, with Siobhan on the pill. 
We both loved the first two.  We couldn't have wanted children more perfect
than Kavan and Arial.  Even if this one wasn't planned, I was still as
happy to be having this one as I was with the others.

   "Are you OK with having this little accident?"

   "You don't need to worry about me resenting my child," Siobhan answered.
"I wish you could understand what it means to me to be a mother.  It's like
virgins and sex.  Virgins can never imagine what sex is like until they do
it."

   "Speaking of sex, is it time for us to stop?  I know your doctor says
it's OK as long as I'm not on top of you when you're this far along.  But
he did say I ought to be careful about how deep I stick it in.  Do you
still enjoy doing it with me?"

   She reached her hand around her protruding belly, between her legs, and
found the end of my cock.  She pushed back the foreskin to uncover the head
and rubbed it just under the head.  I could feel an immediate response as
it began to swell and lengthen.

   "Silly," she answered, "of course I still enjoy it.  I can't think of a
time when I haven't.  You're a wonderful lover.  All I could want.  We've
been married eight years and I think it's as good now as it was the first
time."

   We were quiet then resting in the dark but not yet ready to go to sleep.
She continued to play with my cock down between her legs until it was fully
erect.  Finally she reached down, moved her hips somehow, and tucked the
head of my penis into her.  She was already wet and receptive.

   "Would you just put it in and then hold still?" she asked.  "I just want
to feel you inside me for a while.  I'll tell you when I'm ready for you to
fuck me.  Don't worry if I don't get off.  Lying this way, I don't think
you can get it in deep enough to hurt the baby."

   We were both quiet for a while.  I wondered what she was thinking.  I
was thinking about how we'd met and joined together years ago.

   "Do you remember how we met and then got married?  I think about it a
lot and how lucky I was to find you.  I wonder sometimes what my life
would've been like if I'd been stupid enough to lose you."

   "Yes," she whispered, "I remember it well.  And that's a line from
Hermione Gingold, not Maurice Chevalier."

   "Would you tell me a good-night story?" I asked.  "Tell me what you
remember about it."

   "Well, I certainly remember some of the things you did.  I suppose you'd
call them horseplay."

   "Like what?" I asked, "I think you enjoyed kidding around as much as I
did."

   "Like the time we were coming down in the elevator with a bunch of our
co-workers and you were standing in front of me, looking down my dress. 
You started humming that tune that says something about umm, umm, good."

   "That's not as bad as what you did once when we went out to dinner with
some of those same people."

   "I guess I've forgotten that," she responded.  "What was it I did?"

   "We were sitting side by side and, just about the time we were finished,
you put your hand on my leg and moved it up until you touched my dick.  You
knew what the reaction would be when you gave it a few squeezes.  I got an
erection and, when the others left, I had to beg you to stay a little
longer, pretending I wanted to talk to you.  What I wanted was for my
hard-on to disappear so I could get up and walk out."

   "Oh, yes, I remember," she said.  Even though I couldn't see her face I
knew she hadn't forgotten and was just teasing me.

   "Now, come on," I said, "Tell me what you really felt and thought when
we first met and got to know each other.  OK?"

   "OK," she sighed deeply again and started.  "I couldn't take my eyes off
you, the first time I saw you.  It might've been woman's intuition but I
had a feeling then that we'd be together the rest of our lives.  Are you
sure you want to hear this from my perspective?"

   I poked her gently, without saying a word, and she began her story.

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   We both worked for a company in positions that required us to go out of
town occasionally.  In March, there were five of us on an assignment: two
women and three men.  One of the men was married and had brought along his
new wife, so there were three women in total.  The other two guys were
single, good-looking, and very intelligent, but one was, I suspected,
probably gay.  The other of the single guys was the one I married later
that year.

   We were at work together when he asked me, "Siobhan, would you go out to
dinner with me tonight?"

   "Just the two of us?" I questioned.  "I sort of expected to go with the
group again."

   "I mean just the two of us.  Someone told me about a Cuban restaurant
that's very good.  I'd like to go with you, just you, this time."

   I looked him directly in the eyes.  I had noticed before that he had
beautiful hazel eyes, appearing sometimes brown, sometimes green, and held
his gaze for a moment.

   "I should warn you I'm not interested in a casual relationship."

   "That's an interesting answer, evasive but interesting," he said. 
"Would you care to expand on that?"

   "I just mean I'm not interested in starting down a path that's going
nowhere.  Too many of you guys seem to be looking for a bed-warmer.  I've
no desire to start something with a guy who's looking for nothing but fun
and games, who wants to avoid the possibility of a serious relationship."

   "Siobhan," he said, earnestly, "I'm twenty five years old.  I've screwed
around more than a little.  I even thought I was in love once.  Every other
time I knew there was no chance of any permanent commitment.  I've been
thinking about what I really want.  I'm looking for a different
relationship this time.  I guess I'd like to find one that might grow into
real love, a lasting commitment, a family, all the things I've never had
with a woman before."

   This time he looked into my eyes, solemnly, and continued.  "You know
I've been thinking about you for some time.  You know I'm attracted to you.
I've made a fool of myself more than once around you.  The other guys have
started kidding me about it.  I know you're aware of that, aren't you?"

   I smiled at him, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him.  "Why
don't you ask Janet?  You know you're a very handsome man and she certainly
knows it.  She was sitting behind you yesterday when you dropped that stack
of papers and, when you bent over to pick them up, her eyes never left your
rear end.  She even commented last night about what a cute little butt you
have."

   With his fair skin and blond complexion, he couldn't hide the blush that
spread over his cheeks.

   "Janet's a friend.  She'll never be more than that.  Now quit teasing
me. I want to tell you something, as honest as I've ever been.  Don't take
it lightly.  I didn't ask you because I'm looking for a quick fuck.  For
the first time in my life, I've met a woman with whom I'd like to have
grandchildren.  That's the sort of relationship I'm looking for.  Now, once
more, would you take a chance and have dinner with me?"

   "Yes," I answered, "I'd love to have dinner with you."

   <><><>

   A couple of months later, in May, we were assigned to work in a Gulf
Coast town, just the two of us this time.  The job was an emergency
situation that had to be completed in just a few days.  We both put in
twelve-hour days on Wednesday and Thursday and finally completed our work
Friday afternoon.

   We had booked separate rooms in a hotel near the beach, hoping to spend
some time relaxing in the sun on Saturday, before we returned home on
Sunday.  We had dinner at a seafood restaurant and were almost too tired to
enjoy the excellent meal.  When we went back to our rooms, I was tempted to
invite him in but I knew the time wasn't right.  At my door, he kissed me
with a tenderness and hunger that left me wanting more.

   The ringing of the telephone awakened me.  When I reached for it, I saw
that the time was 1:30 in the morning.

   "Yes," I said sleepily.

   "I can't sleep," he said.

   "Damn it, Kieran, did you call just to tell me that?" I asked.

   "I've been awake thinking about us," he said.  "I want to talk to you.
Would you go for a walk on the beach with me?"

   "Yes, Kieran."

   "I'm going to wear shorts and a shirt, with sneakers.  I'll be outside
your door in five minutes."

   When I opened my door, he was waiting.  When we started toward his car,
I asked where we were going.

   "We're going down to the State Park area, where there're no houses,
where there'll be no one around this time of night.  Trust me, please."

   We parked near the entrance gate to the park and walked over the dunes
to the beach.  At the water's edge, he pulled off his shoes and tied the
laces together.  I did the same, smiling that he had somewhere learned to
do the same thing I had, to make it easier to carry sneakers when walking
on the beach.

   He reached for my hand and we began walking along the beach, away from
the lights of the developed area, into the darkness.  The moon was nowhere
to be seen and the faint starlight was barely enough to see where we were
going.

   "I've been thinking about our relationship," he began.  "We've been
going out together now for almost two months.  Being with you, just talking
to you, makes me happier than I would've believed possible.  I want you to
understand what I feel and what I want with you."

   "You've left me wondering more than once," I said.  "I've felt it when
you pushed yourself away from me.  I mean that in more ways than one.  I
know you want me but you seem to reach a point where you have to stop, to
get yourself back in control.  I wish you would explain."

   "Yeah, I want you, more than I've ever wanted any woman.  But I don't
want a casual relationship, one that's superficial and over in a few
months."

   "I told you when we first started I didn't want that either," I
responded.

   We walked quietly, hand in hand, in the darkness.  The surf was almost
non-existent, a soft murmur rhythmically creeping up on the beach and
retreating.  The night was warm and humid, smelling of salt and unknown sea
creatures.

   "Let me explain what I do want.  I want you to think about it.  Someday,
if you decide you want me in the same way, let me know."

   "Go on."

   "First of all, I want a relationship that lasts for the rest of my life.
If I make love to you, I want you to agree that we'll be totally committed
to each other as long as we both shall live."

   That sounds like marriage," I said.

   "Yeah, it does.  Marriage in the old-fashioned sense, a marriage in
which two people are joined into one.  But I want more than that.  I want
to surrender myself to you in total honesty.  I want you to do the same.  I
want you to see me exactly as I am.  I want you to understand me as a
sexual being.  I want you to let me know you in the same way.  I don't want
a woman who always expects me to be the sexual aggressor.  I don't want a
woman who's ashamed of her sexuality.  I want a totally-equal sexual
partner.  A woman who opens her body to me.  A woman who reveals her
innermost thoughts and desires with complete trust."

   "Is that why you've pulled away from me more than once, when you
probably could've made love to me?"

   "Yes, it's the commitment I want this time.  I want you to give it a
great deal of thought.  I want to tell you much more about who I am and the
kind of life I want to lead.  At some point, I want you to decide whether
you can join with me in partnership.  Then I want to make love with you.  I
want it to be a spiritual as well as a physical union.  I'll wait until a
marriage ceremony if that's what you want, but the ceremony will be for
others.  The first time we make love, I'll accept our union as permanent,
until death do us part."

   He stopped for a moment and pulled his shirt over his head.  He turned
toward me, waiting.  I guessed his intent, a test to see if I trusted him.
I pulled my shirt over my head too.  I had worn nothing underneath.

   We walked on again, holding hands, shoes and shirt in the other hand. 
The soft breeze was like a gentle caress on my breasts.  I could feel my
nipples harden.

   "Trust me, Siobhan," he said.  "This isn't the night for us to make
love. This is a night for us to be totally open with each other, to strip
away our clothes and our fears.  I want to place my life in your hands.  I
want you to do the same."

   "It's not easy to rid myself of uncertainty, Kieran," I said.  "What
you're asking for is something that'll challenge both of us.  It's
frightening, because that level of commitment means that if either of us
fails, then we both fail."

   He stopped again, facing me only a foot or so away.  He dropped his
shoes and shirt on the sand.  I did the same.

   "We won't," he said.  "Believe in us.  We won't fail."

   He took both of my hands in his and pulled me against him, holding me
with his arms curled around me.  He was standing closer to the water than
me, on a sloping section of beach, and my face was level with his.  He made
no attempt to kiss me.  We stood like that for a few minutes, his cheek
against mine, my bare breasts against his chest.  I could feel the slow
rise and fall of his breathing and the beating of his heart.

   When he pulled away, he reached down to his shorts.

   "May I remove these?" he asked.  "I want to wade out in the water with
you."

   "Yes," I answered, and reached down to my own shorts.

   We both pulled our shorts down at the same time and then stood looking
at each other.  I could barely see his penis, still hanging downward, but
standing slightly away from his body.

   Again, he took my hand and we walked out in the water.  It was still
cool, not yet warmed by the summer's heat.  We walked slowly, until we were
in water chest deep.

   "Just think," he said, "millions of years ago, a spark of life was
created in this chemical soup and that spark developed the ability to
reproduce itself.  Can you imagine the trillions of creatures that have
sung to each other with the need to continue that life?  Now, we're here
where it all began and I still feel the same life force in me, singing to
you, to join together and continue that life."

   "Kieran, I think you're just horny," I said.

   I moved against him again, my arms around his waist.  His arms encircled
me and I dropped my hands down to his buttocks and pulled him against me.
When he lowered his face to mine, I opened my lips to his.  We stood
rocking gently in the moving water, our mouths open to each other, our
tongues exploring.  His hands slid lower, down to my bottom, pulling me
with against him.  I could feel his penis hardening against me.  He moved
backward for a second, letting it lift upward.  When he pressed against me
again, I felt it swell and lengthen, hot and hard against my stomach even
in the cool water.

   Time stood still while we held each other.  He was right when he spoke
of our bodies singing to each other.  I wanted it never to end but finally
he stepped away from me.

   "Yep, that's it.  I'm just horny.  I'm horny as hell," he said.

   Hand in hand we waded back to the beach.  He shook the sand from his
shirt.

   "Would you let me dry you off?" he asked.

   I stood still, my heart pounding, while he wiped the salt water from my
body with my shirt.  When I returned the favor, I found that his penis was
still erect.  I could just see the dark head at the end of the white shaft.

   "What will we do with that?" I teased.

   "I'm going to give you an honest answer," he said.  "I'll take care of
it later."

   "Will your hand bring it as much satisfaction as mine?" I asked and
reached down to hold it.  In the semi-darkness, I hadn't been able to judge
its size.  Now, hot and hard in my hands, I was amazed at its length and
girth.  I felt a hungry ache inside me, a need to be filled by it.  Gently
he pulled my hands away.

   "No, it won't.  But you've got to realize I meant what I said.  You know
I want to make love to you, here and now, but I'm not going to do it.  I
want you to know me honestly.  I'm probably going to masturbate when I get
back to my room.  I hope you do too.  Then maybe you'll admit it to me
tomorrow.  I've told you I want total honesty.  Most of all, I want a total
commitment to each other.  I may regret it for the rest of my life but
unless you can join me like that, we may never have sex with each other."

   He spread his shorts and shirt out on the sand and then placed mine
beside his.  He sat down on his and held out his hand to me.  I sat down
beside him.

   "You've just willingly taken off all your clothes with me and I've done
the same.  How do you feel sitting here nude with me?"

   "I've got no problem with nudity," I answered.  "I've been to topless
beaches in Europe.  It was a real pleasure to be that way.  I just wish I
could have gone to a nude beach."

   "Would you go with me to a cabin my brother and sister and I own, where
there's a group of nudists?  It's in the woods on private property and
we've never had any problems."

   "I'm not sure," I said.  "I don't want to get involved in anything like
swinging or group sex."

   "It's nothing like that," he said.  "In fact, it's quite the opposite.
All of the adults are married and there's a bunch of children.  I'm the
only adult who's not married."

   "If we make the commitment we both want, I'd have no problem going with
you."

   He stood up and again offered me his hand to pull me up.  We shook the
sand out of our clothes and I stepped into my shorts, watching as he did
the same.  He bent forward to zip his shorts, his penis still swollen and
heavy.  We both pulled our wet shirts over our heads.  I heard him take two
or three deep breaths.  Then he took my hand again and we started back.

   We walked slowly along the beach back to the car, still talking about
the sort of relationship we both wanted.

   In the car, driving back to the motel, I asked, "What do you mean when
you say making love?  You said earlier that you want the first time we make
love to be a permanent commitment."

   "I meant the first time you open you body to me, when my penis is in
your vagina.  I'm not ashamed to say when my cock is in your cunt.  I'm not
ashamed to use different names for our body parts.  I mean the first time I
have an orgasm inside you, when I come in your cunt.  Why do you ask?"

   "What we did earlier tonight was making love.  It didn't involve
penetration or orgasm but we both know we were showing our love for each
other."

   "I suppose you're right," he said, "but it was also learning about each
other.  I have no shame or guilt about my body and about being a sexual
human being.  When you took off your shirt and shorts, I think you showed
me you feel the same."

   "You also asked me to trust you, didn't you?"

   "Yes"

   "Then I want to reach that agreement with you, that it'll be a permanent
commitment the first time I let you put your dick in me.  But I'm going to
place the burden of holding back on you.  I don't want you seducing me. 
I'll tell you clearly when I want you.  I'm just not ready now.  I want to
know you better before that final step."

   "I agree."

   Just as we drove up to the hotel, I leaned toward him and said, "There
are other things we can do, to help us learn about each other, even without
the best part of love."

   In the hotel, I unlocked the door to my room.  As I turned back to him,
he started to take me in his arms.  I assumed he wanted to kiss me
goodnight.  I had never before invited him into my room.

   This time, I took his hand and led him into my room.  The bed was
rumpled, my nightgown still thrown across the foot.  I pushed him toward a
chair.

   "I'm going to take a shower.  Alone," I said.  "Salt and sand aren't
very comfortable in bed."

   When I came out a few minutes later, wearing a white cotton robe, he was
still sitting in the chair.

   "It's your turn now," I said.

   "I don't have a robe to put on when I come out," he said, smiling at me.

   "Then wrap a towel around yourself."

   I was brushing my hair when he came back a few minutes later, a towel
wrapped around his waist.  The bulge underneath the towel drew my eyes. 
When I looked at his face, I noticed that his hair was damp and tousled.

   "Sit here on the foot of the bed," I said.  "Let me brush your hair
before it dries."

   He did as I asked, sitting quietly, legs together.  I had to try more
than once before I was able to make his hair look close to the way he wore
it each day.  I stood in front of him, straddling his legs, my bathrobe
gaping open, my breasts in front of his face.  I knew he could see that I
had on nothing underneath.  When I quit, he reached for my hand, for the
hairbrush.

   "Would you let me brush your hair?" he asked.

   I might have been mistaken but I would have sworn that his hand was
trembling against mine.  I sat down in a chair and he stood behind me.

   "This red hair is one of the things I love about you," he said, gently
brushing my hair.  "Thanks for showing me that you're a real redhead."

   He brushed quietly for a minute.  "Your breasts are even more beautiful
than I imagined they would be.  I don't know if I'm different from other
men but I like to make love to a woman's breasts with my mouth.  I know my
mother breast-fed me but this isn't some Freudian complex.  I just like to
make love to a woman with my mouth."

   "I don't think that's unusual, is it?" I asked.

   "Maybe not.  I don't know how other men feel about women in that
respect. I'm not just talking about your breasts.  I want to taste you all
over.  How would you feel if I held your foot and sucked on your big toe?"

   "Sounds kinky but I don't think I'd stop you."

   "And if I kissed you in the hollow just above your collar bone?"

   "That's nicer," I laughed.

   "On your leg, behind your knee?"

   "Fine with me."

   "If I laid you back on the bed, put a pillow under your hips, spread
your legs apart, and kissed your pussy, what would you say?"

   "I wouldn't stop you.  I'd probably hold you by the ears to keep you
there."

   "I'm serious about this," he said.  "I have something like a hunger to
make love to a woman with my mouth, as well as my hands and my dick.  One
of my fantasies about you is burying my face between your legs and using my
tongue to make you come over and over.  And I want to do it with the lights
on.  I don't want a woman who thinks she's `not pretty down there' or who
thinks oral sex is dirty.  When you're hot and getting all juicy, I won't
mind getting it in my mouth.  It'll just make my dick that much harder."

   "If you're trying to find out how I feel about oral sex, you can stop
worrying.  I've had a little experience with it.  I love it.  I like to
receive it; I like to give it."

   He continued slowly brushing my hair, almost dry now.  "What if I asked
you to sit in a chair in front of me and masturbate yourself to an orgasm?"

   "I've never done that with a man before."

   "Think of it as showing me how you like to be touched, of teaching me
how to bring you to an orgasm, if you don't have one before I do when we're
fucking."

   "Would you sit in a chair in front of me and jack off while I watch?" I
asked.

   "Sure," he responded.  "That's the sort of thing I want us to be honest
about.  Even when we get married, I'll probably still jack off but I hope
just not as much.  I don't want you to be upset about it, to think I'm
unhappy with you if I do it on occasion.  I don't want to feel guilty if
you walk in on me doing it.  I hope you'll even do it with me sometimes. 
To me, that's just one more great way to enjoy our sexuality."

   "How would you feel if we made love some night and you came before I did
and I used my hand to bring myself off?" I asked.  "You might be tired and
sleepy.  That's the way it works, you know.  Sometimes I can come with just
plain fucking, perhaps even more than once.  Other times, I might not even
care if I have an orgasm.  Women are like that.  Sometimes we can be
perfectly content with having sex without having an orgasm but I know
there'll be times I couldn't just turn over and go to sleep without one. 
Would you be bothered if I used my fingers to finish the job?"

   "That's the way I would want it to be with us," he responded.  "I don't
want to have to jump up and wash my cock before going to sleep because it's
covered with your juices and mine.  I'd love to snuggle up against you,
even if it's messy, and then we can use my hand or yours to bring you off.
After we're both done, I'd love to curl up with you, with your bare butt
against me, spoon fashion, with one of my arms around you, holding one of
your breasts, while we both go to sleep."

   "I'll agree to that, but only if you'll let me curl up to your butt
sometimes, with my arm around you, holding your dick," I answered.

   "I don't know whether married life can be like that or not.  Is it just
a fantasy?" he asked.

   "No," I answered, "I think married life can be whatever we want to make
it, if we agree on what we do."

   "I'm not the kind of man who wants to get into kinky stuff," he
continued.  "I can fantasize about tying you up, with your legs spread, and
using my mouth on your pussy, but only if you agree to let me do it.  I
don't get any thrills out of bondage and discipline, or sado-masochism, or
rubber outfits and shit like that.  I'm not ever going to give you a
vibrator for a Christmas present."

   "We certainly feel the same about that," I answered.  "But how would you
feel about talking about our fantasies, maybe even acting them out?"

   "I'd love that," he answered.  "I have lots of fantasies.  It might take
me years to tell you about them and then carry them out.  Do you have any
you'd like to play out?  Start with something simple we can do tonight."

   "Well, I've always wondered what it would be like to be a man, to have a
penis and testicles, especially a penis that I could wrap my hand around
and see how it feels to masturbate," I responded.

   "Say dick and balls."

   "Ok, dick and balls, then."

   "I can't change you into a man," he continued, "and I sure as hell don't
want to."

   "No, but you could let me do it with your dick.  How about it?  You lie
back on the bed and let me jerk you off."

   "You haven't done that with a guy before?" he asked.

   "Well, yes, but not with the lights on.  I've had boy friends in high
school and college.  I'm not a virgin, you know.  But I haven't had very
many lovers.  I'm not much of an expert on men."

   He handed me the hairbrush and I felt my hair to see if it was dry
enough.  My hair was but I could feel the moistness between my legs.  I had
never dreamed that having a man brush my hair could be such an erotic turn
on.

   "If you want to do it, I'll be your teacher tonight," he offered.

   "You said you wanted us to be honest with each other.  Would you believe
my pussy is almost dripping just from having you brush my hair?"

   "So what?" he responded.  "My cock would be standing straight up if it
wasn't for this chair back it's pressed against."

   I caught his hand and pulled him around until he was standing in front
of me.  I could hardly believe the bulge behind the towel wrapped around
him.  I pulled the towel away and threw it on the bed.  I watched as his
cock expanded and lifted itself until it was pointing straight at me and
then lifted further until it was standing up at an angle to his body.  When
I first saw it, his foreskin covered the head almost completely, with only
a small circle of skin open at the tip.  As it lifted and expanded, his
foreskin drew back until only the ridge of the glans was still covered.

   "At least he's a gentleman," I said.  "He knows enough to stand up and
take his hat off in the presence of a lady."

   "Who are you talking about?" he asked.

   "Your penis, your cock, dick, peter, John Thomas, whatever it is you
call it.  Do you have a name for it?"

   "I've never felt the need to name it.  It goes with me wherever I go and
comes when I want it to."

   "And I'll bet he's good at making the ladies come too.  Now would you
turn around?" I asked.

   "Why, what do you want me to do that for?"

   "So I can do a butt evaluation.  Remember I told you Janet liked your
tight little butt.  I just want to see if your tush, your buns, your ass,
or whatever you want to call it, is as sexy as Janet said.

   He turned around so that his back was to me and I gave his butt a good
inspection.  It was remarkably smooth and tight and muscular.  Janet would
have been pleased with it.  While he was turned around, I stood up,
shrugged off my bathrobe, and then turned him around.  For the second time,
we were totally nude in each other's presence, but this time we were in a
well-lit hotel room, not on a dark beach.

   We both stood silently, only a few feet separating us, looking at each
other.  I saw a very handsome young man, with blond hair on his head but
very little on other parts of his body.  His pubic hair was the same color
as that on his head.  The hair on his arms and legs was so light as to be
almost invisible.  He still had the slimness of a young man, a well-muscled
chest, flat stomach, strong legs, and, most evident of all, an erect cock
waiting to be dealt with.

   I can't say what he saw but I knew my hair down below was just as red as
that on my head.  My skin was even fairer than his and I couldn't tolerate
much sun and never got a tan.  My breasts weren't large but they didn't
droop and I could go without a brassiere sometimes.  The areolas on my
breasts were a light red color and the nipples, standing out now, were a
darker red.  And all over my face and shoulders and chest he could see my
freckles.

   "Do you like what you see?" I asked.

   "You're even more beautiful than I've dreamed.  Believe me, there've
been dreams of you, with a wet spot on the bed."

   "Do you sleep in the nude?"

   "Yeah, I've slept like that for years, especially in warm weather.  When
it's cold, I'll pull out some flannel pajamas."

   "I do the same, except that I have some flannel nightgowns.

   "I'd love to spend a cold winter's night with you."

   His eyes had hardly left my breasts since we were face to face.  "What
are you thinking?" I asked.

   "You may not believe it but I was comparing the color of your areolas
and your nipples with the color of your hair - up top and down below.  I
don't think I've ever seen a woman so beautifully color-coordinated."

   "Well, you can thank my Irish father for the genes that gave me red hair
and fair skin.  But we both need to catch up on sleep.  I'm tired after
three days of hard work and very little sleep so far tonight."

   "I don't think I'm going to sleep much with this in the bed with me," he
said as he put his hand on his penis.

   "Then let me have my fantasy.  I'll take care of it.  When I'm finished,
we'll go to bed together.  If it pokes its head up again tonight, I'll
chase you back to your own room."

   "No, that's not fair," he answered.  "I always have erections while I'm
sleeping.  I don't know how many because I can't count'em when I'm asleep.
I usually wake up in the morning with a hard-on.  Promise you won't chase
me out unless I try to do something with it."

   "I won't chase you out if you're good.  Now, stretch out on the bed with
a pillow under your head and close yours eyes.  I'm going to sit on your
stomach, facing your feet, and pretend that I'm the one with the aching
hard-on."

   He crawled up on the bed and then said, "I think you might want to have
a damp towel nearby.  I'm going to make a mess.  And if you have any baby
oil, use that.  I usually do."

   I grabbed the damp towel he had dropped and rummaged in my suitcase for
a bottle of oil.  When I found it, I held it up for him to see.  It wasn't
baby oil; it was oil that I used on my elbows and feet and sometimes other
areas.

   "Will this do?" I asked.  "I like to use it on my skin when I've been
out in the sun or wind too much."

   "Sure," he answered, "If it doesn't hurt your skin, I don't think it can
hurt my dick."

   At first I lay down on the bed, with my head beside his middle.  I took
his cock in my hand and held it straight up, looking at it.  I gently bent
it from side to side and from front to back.  I moved down to his
testicles, cupping my hand under his scrotum and gently lifting them.

   "I'm no connoisseur of cocks," I said, "but I think yours rates as
prime. I'm glad you're not circumcised.  The cut ones I've seen looked
mutilated.  If we have boy children, I want them to be like you."

   "They will be," he agreed.

   I put my hand on his dick.  "I'm no expert on jacking off guys, Kieran.
I've done it for a few poor guys to put them out of their misery."

   "You don't have to be an expert.  As long as they get off, most cocks
are happy, even if a rank amateur does it."

   "Yes, but I want to do it the way you want it done.  I'm not used to
dealing with an uncircumcised one.  Tell me what to do."

   "Sure.  Just wrap your hand around it, about midway between the head and
the base."

   "Like this?" I asked, as I tried to encircle it with my hand.

   "Yeah.  Now move your hand slowly up as far as you can."

   I followed his instructions.  "The foreskin slides back over the head. I
don't touch it with my hand."

   "If your hand is dry, it's best not to rub it on the head.  That's
almost as sensitive as your clitoris.  How would you like it if I tried to
rub your clit with a dry finger?"

   "I'd chase you off," I answered.

   "Do you think it'd feel better if I used a wet tongue?"

   "That's your fantasy.  You wait your turn."

   "Now move your hand down as far as you can go."

   "It pulls down on top but it's attached, sort of under the head.  Is it
supposed to work that way?"

   "Yes, now stick your finger in your mouth and then rub it around the
area just between the head and the regular skin on the shaft."

   When I did, his cock jumped reflexively in my hand.

   "That's the underside of my foreskin.  It's very sensitive.  When you
pull down on the skin until that area's tightly stretched, it's even more
sensitive."

   "And what about the place underneath, where the foreskin is still
attached to the head?"

   "Do the same thing there.  Wet your finger, pull down until the skin on
my cock is stretched tight, then rub it."

   I did as he asked and again, his cock seemed to move on its own accord.

   "Now, combine some of what I've told you.  Written instructions.  Pull
down on skin to cause tension on the inner foreskin and frenulum, rub the
last couple of inches with hand or mouth.  How long do you think I'm going
to last before I squirt all over you?"

   "I don't know," I replied.  "May I try it?"

   "Sure.  Put some of the oil on your hand and on my cock.  I'll warn you
again you'd better be careful where you point it.  I'm going to make a big
mess on something."

   I moved so that I was sitting astride him, with my pussy just about over
his navel, facing toward his feet.  I knew he could feel how hot and wet I
was.  I squirted the oil generously over his cock and smeared it all over
his cock and balls.

   At first, I just moved my hand up and down, holding the skin on the
shaft of his cock.  As my hand movements became faster, I could feel his
stomach muscles underneath me becoming tense.  Then I decided to see how
long he would last if I used the other technique he had shown me.  I used
my left hand to pull down on the skin on his cock, and my right hand to
slide up and down.  Just as he had told me, the foreskin stayed retracted
and my oil-slick hand was moving up and down on the head of his cock.

   After a minute or so of this, I could feel his body become even tenser.
I could see his leg muscles become harder and I felt myself lifted up a
little as his buttocks tensed.  His cock seemed to grow even larger and
redder.  His testicles had been hanging down between his legs a little but
they'd slowly retracted around the base of his cock.  I could also hear him
breathing heavily.

   Suddenly he erupted.  The first white string of semen flew out of him
and landed between my breasts.  The second spun out and hit a little lower.
The spurts continued, each a fraction of a second after the previous one,
until I was dripping with his come from my breasts down to my pubic hair.
Some of the last landed on his stomach.  The final ones merely oozed out
and I used my hand to milk them out.

   Watching his performance, I realized how hot and wet my cunt was.  I
knew I wanted to have his cock doing that inside me for the rest of my
life. I turned around, still on top of him, straddling his thighs.

   "You were right when you said you'd make a mess," I said.

   "If you'll hand me that damp towel, I'll wipe it off you," he replied.

   Instead, I reached between my breasts and picked up a little of his
semen on my finger.  I stuck the finger in my mouth and cleaned it off.  It
didn't really taste that bad.  But I wasn't sure I wanted so much of it in
my mouth all at once.

   "How does it taste?" he asked.

   I reached down and picked up a little more and extended my finger to his
mouth.  He looked me directly in the eyes and opened his mouth.  My finger
came out clean.

   "Is this a test to see what I'll really do with my mouth, whether it
involves my juices, or yours, or ours in combination?" he asked.

   "No, not really," I replied.  "I just can't imagine most men want their
mouth on a woman's cunt when it's full of their own come."

   "It's called a cream pie in pornographic stories," he said.  "And I'm
telling you the truth.  I love to go down on a woman, either before or
after we fuck.  And besides, I already know what my come tastes like.  I
licked it off a girl's breasts once."

   "Damn, Kieran, you're going to have to tell me about that some day."

   On impulse, I lay down on top of him and rubbed my body against his,
smearing his come over both of us.

   "Do you want to stay like this until we're glued together or should we
wipe it off?" I asked.

   He put his arms around me and held me.  After a few minutes, I reached
for the towel.

   <><><>

   When I finally finished telling the story of our beginning, Kieran's
cock was between my thighs, only half-hard now.

   "Kieran, aren't you going to finish what you've started?" I asked.

   "No," he answered.  "I don't really want to get off tonight, when you
don't.  I'm content to be close to you.  Just being like this with you - it
doesn't get any better."

   "I wish you would, Kieran," I said.  "Just a slow, quiet little fuck
here in the dark.  I want to feel you come in me.  Even if I don't, I'll
sleep better."

   "You sure?"

   I didn't answer.  I reached down between my legs and started playing
with his dick.  When it was hard again, I tucked it inside me and he gave
me the slow gentle fuck I wanted.  I held his hand in place, his two middle
fingers on my clitoris, and helped him to give me a quiet little orgasm
just before he came.

   "Thank you," he said.  "That was nice."

   "It made me think of the first night we spent together."

   "What night?"

   "That first night we spent together, at the hotel on the beach.  I
didn't sleep anymore after I jacked you off.  I just pretended to.  When we
spooned up against each other in bed, I could feel your cock pressed up
against me.  It might not have been hard but it was still hot.  I wanted to
push you over on your back, get you hard again, and crawl on top of you.  I
wanted you inside me more than I'd ever wanted anything."

   He chuckled softly.  "I always wondered how you could go to sleep like
that.  I didn't sleep anymore either.  Every time I felt another hard-on
starting, I'd turn over.  You'd spoon up against my butt and put your arm
around me.  If you'd felt down a little lower, you'd have found a hard-on."

   "So we were both pretending to sleep," I said.  "Doesn't it seem kind of
silly now?  That we didn't just go ahead and fuck each other to sleep that
first night?"

   "I suppose," he responded.  "But I wasn't sure you were ready.  I mean,
for the sort of commitment we'd talked about.  You know I'm not good at
picking up a woman's subtle signals.  After the next weekend, I knew you
wanted me the same way I wanted you.  When we finally did it, a few weeks
later, I knew it was right."

   "We were both scared of the commitment.  Seems dumb now, doesn't it? 
Anyway, the second time we slept together, two nights in one weekend, that
was nice too.  And the next weekend, when we finally fucked each other to
exhaustion - that made even better memories."

   "Good night, Siobhan," he said, "and good night to you, Kerry or Kerri,
whichever you are."

   "And to you, Kieran," I said.  "Do you care which it is?"

   "No, it's our child.  I'll love it no matter what."



   Chapter Two

   CAST OF CHARACTERS:

   Kieran Stuart, 33 in story, 25 in flashback; Siobhan Stuart, 32 in
story, 24 in flashback; Kavan Stuart, 6 in story; Arial Stuart, 4 in story;
Kerry Stuart, a couple of weeks from birth in story

   TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart

   (KIERAN)

   A few weeks later, we were resting in bed again, after Kavan and Arial
had gone to sleep, worn out from playing for most of the day.  I'd let them
play in the tub until their fingers wrinkled and then put them to bed with
their nightly reading.  I'd showered after Siobhan to get rid of the sweat
from two kids.  When I came out, naked as usual, drying myself off, I found
her already resting on her side on the bed, wearing a nightgown that
covered her from shoulders to knees.  I stood looking at her for a minute.

   "Honey, why do you have that on?" I asked.

   "I'm tired and uncomfortable, Kieran.  I just don't feel pretty because
I'm so big.  I feel like I'm going to split wide open if this baby doesn't
hurry up and get here."

   "I know they don't ever come on schedule but it's a couple of weeks
yet."

   "Yes, I know," she answered with a slight quaver in her voice.  I could
tell she was almost on the verge of crying.

   "Don't you remember how it was with Kavan and Arial?  You didn't hide
from me even up to the time the baby came.  I always thought you were
beautiful when you were carrying our child.  I still do.  You seem sacred
to me when you're pregnant and you've got an extension of our lives inside
you."

   "But we haven't had sex for two weeks now.  And it's going to be a
couple of months until we can do it again.  Maybe I'm not supposed to but I
get horny even when I'm pregnant," she said.

   "With Kavan, the doctor gave us some guidance about how long we should
wait to `resume intercourse,' as he put it.  He just didn't say anything
about how long we had to wait for oral sex.  I seem to remember you were
having regular orgasms within about three weeks."

   "Yes, and you were having to jack off.  I like to watch you but I really
wanted you to be having sex with me, not with your hand." She sniffled and
I could hear her unhappiness in her voice.

   "Please, don't cry," I begged.  "I told you before we were married I
didn't want to have to hide what I did from you, at times when we couldn't
have sex."

   She dried her eyes and looked at me, staring down at my genitals. 
Finally, she turned her back to me, pulled up the pillow that she used to
support her stomach, and seemed to relax.  I wanted to do something to make
her happy.

   "Do you remember the first weekend we ever spent with each other, how
much I wanted to love you with my mouth?" I asked.  "Would you let me do
that tonight?"

   She looked up at me again, with a smile this time.  "That was a
wonderful weekend, wasn't it?  But we can't roll back time.  We can't be
like that again."

   "Yes, we can," I argued.  "Just let me love you the way I want to."

   "Do you really remember that weekend the way I do?" she asked.  "Would
you just hold me and tell me what you remember about it?  When you finish
the story, I'll let you do whatever you want, if you'll turn out the
lights."

   "You've never asked me to turn out the lights before.  Why ask for that
now?"

   "Because I don't feel pretty down there," she answered.  "I know you've
said I should never say that but I feel so fat and I just don't want you
looking at me."

   "Alright, I'll tell you the story of our first weekend," I answered. 
"And I'll even turn out the light if you'll let me do what I want to.  But
don't you ever say again that you're `not pretty down there.' Every part of
you is always beautiful to me."

   "Oh, shut up," she said, "No, I mean tell me about that first weekend
again."

   I turned out the lights, curled up against her from behind, and reached
around with one hand to hold her breast.  I began to recount our story.

   <><><>

   During the week after our out-of-town trip to the Gulf Coast, we had
dinner together every night.  We had agreed that I would pick her up before
work every morning and we'd have dinner together every night at my
apartment, at hers, or at some restaurant.  On Monday morning, when I
picked her up, I held the door to my car open for her and closed it after
she was seated.  When I got inside, I inserted the key and was about to
start the car.  She stopped me by putting her hand on mine.

   "I've been meaning to ask you about this car.  How can you afford a red
BMW like this on your salary?" she asked.

   "It's a long story, Honey.  I can't tell you the whole thing while we're
on our way to work.  Would it be OK if I gave you a solemn pledge to tell
you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth some time when
you've got an afternoon to listen."

   "Damn, Kieran, don't you forget it.  I want to know."

   "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours.  Are you going to tell me
about some of the stuff you did before we met?"

   "Sure, but let's change the subject.  You asked me not to masturbate all
this week.  You said you wouldn't either.  Just what is it you've got in
mind for Saturday?"

   "It's really very simple," I said.  "I want to spend the weekend with
you, naked as much as possible.  We can do whatever we wish with each
other. I'm going to make sure I fulfill one of the fantasies I've had about
you.  The only thing I don't want is for us to commit ourselves to each
other this weekend.  I want to save that for the next weekend."

   We followed the same pattern for each night of the week.  We stopped for
take-out food three nights.  Once I cooked and once she did.  We spent the
evenings talking about what sort of marriage we wanted, children, career,
life, religion or lack thereof, likes and dislikes.  By Friday night, I was
convinced that we had so many beliefs and viewpoints alike that the few
areas of disagreement were insignificant.

   <><><>

   Thursday night, we discussed our immediate families, shared memories,
and considered arrangements for each of us to meet the other's parents and
siblings.  Siobhan's parents were out of the country, in Italy, until the
end of August.  Her brother and his wife were living fairly close to us. 
We agreed to set up a visit with her parents shortly after they returned.

   My parents were at home and I told her we could go there any weekend we
wanted if I just called in advance to let them know I was bringing her.  I
told her she'd probably enjoy it more if she met just my parents first.  We
could go for another visit later so she could meet Alan, my older brother
and Kara, my older sister, and their families.

   Then I told her again of a long-planned weekend at Cabin in the Woods,
the place Alan, Kara, and I owned.  I described the beauty of the property,
over 200 acres of heavily wooded land, with a number of streams and creeks
between rolling hills and lots of large outcroppings of huge rocks.  I
described the A-frame cabin in the middle of the property and the beautiful
view from the deck looking down to the creek below.  I explained that a lot
of family and friends, none older than thirty-five, and their children
would be there and it would be a great time to meet them.  I told her it
should be a very enjoyable and unique weekend.  I reminded her she'd
already said she would be OK with a little nudity if the weather was good.

   "I think you'd better explain what does go on," she said.  "I assume if
there are children there's nothing to worry about.  How did the three of
you come to own the property?"

   "Paul and Lauren Andersen, neighbors of my family, were the original
owners of Cabin in the Woods.  I went there with them lots of weekends
during the summer I turned sixteen.  Paul was finishing up some of the work
around the cabin and I helped him.  He and I finished a lot of the inside
and built the deck together."

   "What were Paul and Lauren like?" she asked.

   "Paul was a helicopter pilot with a big company.  Lauren wasn't working
that summer.  She was staying home with their first child.  They were both
about ten years older than I was."

   "You spent weekends alone with them?" she asked.  "Is there a story
there?"

   "It's another one you can put on your list for me to tell you about. 
Again, it's something I can't condense because, if I tell you, you've got
to understand the situation to know why I did something no one else knows
about."

   "A deep dark secret?" she teased.

   "It's deep but not dark.  Let's just say I gave them a gift out of love
and leave it at that.  Ask me later and I'll explain."

   "How did you and Alan and Kara come to own it?"

   "Paul got transferred to the West Coast that fall.  At first, he asked
me to take charge of the property, as a custodian.  I took Alan and Kara
out there.  Alan came up with the idea of buying it and renting it out to
make the payments.  We talked to our parents and took them to see the
property.  Dad agreed to back us.  Since I was still a minor and in high
school, I couldn't participate in buying it.  But Dad said that if I worked
in keeping it up, we could all enjoy it and I'd have a "sweat equity" and
could be a part owner.  Some years later, Alan and Kara and I bought out
Dad's equity and we made enough renting it to groups like Boy Scouts to pay
off a large part of it."

   "Tell me about the people who will be there," she requested.

   "Alan is my only brother, five years older then me.  He's married and
they have three children, one only a few months old.  Kara is my only
sister; she's about two and one-half years older than me.  She's married
too and they have two children.  The three of us have always been very
close.  There'll be two first cousins of ours, both married, and their
children.  There'll be one other young couple who have been close friends
with the three of us for years and, of course, their children.  Not
counting us, there will be ten or twelve adults and, I think, somewhere
around a dozen children."

   "That sounds like a great weekend, spending two days with all of them
and their children in one small cabin," she said, only half joking.

   "Well, it's not small at all," I answered.  It has seven bedrooms, three
small ones along each side sort of at the bottom of the legs of the
A-frame, and one bigger bedroom in a loft on the second floor.  It has two
toilets.  Two and a half if you count the small half-bath in the loft
bedroom.  There's one big shower stall in an enclosed area down under the
A-frame.  There's a huge raised deck at one end and a large grassy play
area down the hill beside the creek.  The creek's a good place for swimming
and we all enjoy it."

   "OK, I guess it's big enough for a crowd.  Tell me more."

   "We all take food and drink.  We've agreed that the food is always to be
the kind we should eat, with lots of fruits and vegetables.  No junk food
or sweet treats are allowed.  The drinks are limited too.  No alcohol is
allowed and the kids get only fruit juice, milk, or water.  The adults can
have coffee or tea if they want but we don't allow soft drinks.  There's no
smoking; we almost had a fight over that but the two smokers decided to
quit smoking because of their kids.  We all pitch in together in fixing the
food and feeding the kids before the adults eat."

   "I think I can live with that.  It sounds like the way I like to eat and
drink," she said.  "More."

   "There's no TV so no movies to entertain the kids if it rains.  There's
a radio and a CD player but most of the music is classical or old
favorites. We're just trying to create a quiet peaceful atmosphere."

   "Good, I could certainly do without TV or movies for a few days."

   "We all dress very casually - shorts, knit shirts, that sort of thing,"
I added.  "Jeans and sweat shirts in cooler weather."

   "Come on, Kieran," she said in exasperation.  "Everything you've told me
so far sounds wonderful.  I'd love to be part of a group like that.  I
thought you said you all enjoyed being nudists at the cabin."

   "We do," I answered.  "When we first get there, everybody will be
dressed about the same.  If the weather's sunny, there'll be some out on
the deck or down in the grass without shirts."

   "You can certainly take your shirt off," she replied.  "I assume they're
used to seeing your chest."

   "It's more than that," I continued.  "Some of the ones without shirts
will be women or girls."

   "Sunning topless?  I did that in Europe where it's not at all unusual."

   "It's not just sunning.  The women probably won't put on their shirts
when they come inside.  They'll probably stay like that when they and their
husbands help fix lunch for the kids and then for grownups."

   "I suppose I'd feel awkward for a few minutes around strangers like that
but, if they're people we're going to be friends with, I think I'd be
alright with it."

   "When the grownups eat, out on the deck if the weather's good, the kids
will be running around like wild little animals.  Then you'll notice that
they seem to be losing their clothes.  You'll see a naked boy chasing a
naked girl or vice versa.  It won't be long until the whole bunch of them
is completely nude and running and screaming.  Finally, they'll get
together and come back to the adult group screaming, `Skinny dipping, let's
go skinny dipping.'"

   "How old are these kids?" she asked.

   "The two oldest are a boy of thirteen and a girl of fourteen.  They've
already started puberty.  The rest range all the way down to Kara's nursing
baby boy."

   "So some of you take them down to the creek then?"

   "Nope, all of us take them to the creek.  But before we do, all of the
adults get naked too.  Some of the women might keep their shorts on if it's
necessary.  The only things we take to the creek are insect repellant,
sunscreen, towels, and blankets.  Hats are allowed," I joked.

   "Everybody goes skinny dipping?"

   "Well, you don't have to get in the water if you don't want to.  Some
just sit on the bank and watch.  I think all of the men usually get in the
water to play with the kids."

   "So, there will be a dozen adults and about that many kids playing in
the creek or in the grass naked.  If I followed your description of the
group, all the adults are married, except for you.  Don't you ever get hot
and bothered with so many women in the nude?  Don't you ever get hard or at
least a little aroused looking at them?"

   "Not really," I replied, "They're all people I've known most of my life,
old friends.  With all the children around, we're like one big family
group. The kids set the tone for the group in their innocence.  I've
noticed the thirteen year-old boy get a boner a few times but nobody pays
any attention to it.  He'll probably keep playing just like before, except
his stiffy won't be flopping around as much.  I can remember when I was
that age; mine got hard whenever it wanted to, no matter what I told it."

   "Does everybody go like that the rest of the day?" she asked.

   "It depends on the weather.  Some stay at the creek for an hour or so
and then go shower and get dressed.  Some stay naked until the kids are
called to go back to the cabin.  Some of the adults and the oldest boy and
girl will help wash the younger kids in the big shower on the basement
level.  We've learned the hard way that we always have to do that.  You can
get chiggers or `red-bugs' if you don't and occasionally even if you do. 
We've even found a few ticks on kids and grownups."

   "You know I can't take much sun," she said.  "Would it bother you if I
went back to the cabin after just a short exposure?"

   "No.  Remember Kara's got a new baby, only a few months old.  She won't
stay at the creek long with him.  Her husband and I'll help watch all the
other kids.  You might even get a special treat.  She's nursing the baby.
When she does that, most of the kids will stop and stand watching while she
nurses it.  They seem fascinated by it."

   "When you're all playing with the kids, do the kids or the grownups
object to you touching them?"

   "No, there's no problem with anybody in that area.  I might have a
little naked boy or girl crawling up in my lap if I'm sitting down, or they
may grab me around the neck from behind and ask me to carry them.  I often
pick up the younger boys and girls and hold them naked, with their butt on
my arm.  The older ones will jump on me and maul me a little but they don't
want to be held.  The fourteen year old girl doesn't jump on me but, from
the way she looks at me sometimes, I think she'd like to."

   "Yeah, and you'd like to jump her too, I'll bet.  How will the kids
treat me?" she asked.

   "Just the same way they do me," I answered, "if you let them know that
you welcome it.  Remember, it's the smaller ones that want to be held more.
You might have a two or three year old boy in your lap, sucking on one
thumb while he plays with your nipple with the other hand.  Don't make him
stop.  The other women will think nothing of it.  They've all been there
and done that.  And when we have children of our own, you won't find it
strange when they act the same as these children."

   "So, after skinny dipping in the creek, what do you all do?" she asked.

   "Everybody does whatever they want to," I answered.  "Some will get
dressed and some won't.  Some will be in the kitchen working on the evening
meal.  Others may bring something out on the deck to help prepare it.  The
kids usually stay naked.  We pull out some exercise mats for them to sleep
on and spread them out in the big area of the cabin.  Sometimes they'll
roll around and wrestle; sometimes they sit quietly and play games."

   "Both boys and girls?" she said, with eyebrows raised.

   "Yes," I said, "They don't have to play doctor to see how the other sex
is made.  It's right there in front of them."

   "Doesn't it make them curious about the differences between the sexes
and why we're different?"

   "Not especially.  If they do, we've all agreed to answer their questions
honestly and frankly.  If enough of them sow an interest in anything
sexual, we'll ask one of the married couples to sit down with them and hold
a question and answer session.  The older they get, the more attentive they
are."

   "Do you ever get to hold one of the Q & A sessions?" she asked.

   "No, but I'm hoping we'll be able to one of these days soon."

   "Do you expect me to help you?" she asked.  "I wouldn't know what to say
to kids."

   "Sure you would.  You just give them honest answers.  Always make sure
they realize how beautiful and wonderful and precious their bodies are."

   "Give me an example," she said.

   "Well, it's the attitude we try to show toward them, not just what we
say to them.  When you look at one of the boys, you'll find he has the most
beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen.  All the women say that to him.  I
think they're right.  I'm sure you'll probably tell him that too.  But if
he's standing there in front of you naked, would you try to make him
believe that his penis and testicles aren't beautiful, that they should be
hidden?  The same thing is true with the girls.  You can't take the
attitude that the blonde hair on their head is beautiful and then make them
feel, hey, the little cleft in your vulva is ugly and should be hidden."

   "Yes, but what if I'm sitting on the deck and the thirteen year-old boy
looks at me and gets a little stiffy.  What should I do then?"

   "Nothing," I answered.  "Just let him look.  Part your legs and show him
a little more if you wish.  Look him in the eyes and give him a big smile,
as though he's sharing something secret with you.  What's happening to him
is the most natural response in the world.  Why should either of you worry
about it?"

   "But what if it's his father looking at me.  What will his wife think?"

   "Just look at her and smile.  You'll be the only genuine redhead there.
Just accept the fact that that you'll be looked at a lot the first time we
go.  They'll all know that you're there because we've made the same
commitment they all have, whether we're married then or not.  Remember
these are all good friends of mine.  They've asked me more than once when I
was going to bring someone with me.  Believe me; they'll be very happy for
the both of us."

   "What about sleeping arrangements?" she asked.

   "I've told you that the kids, even the two older ones sleep on the
exercise mats, using sleeping bags.  They're allowed to sleep nude if they
want to and most of them do in warm weather.  The grownups get the
bedrooms. We'll probably be given the bigger bedroom in the loft even if
it's not my turn yet.  But after that, we'll take turns rotating around the
bedrooms."

   "No body will object to us sleeping together, even if we're not married
then?"

   "No," I answered, "I know most of them had sex with each other before
marriage and some had been living together for some time before getting
married."

   "Will your parents feel the same way when we go to visit them?"

   "When we tell them about the commitment we've made to each other and
that we're already having sex together, they'll be delighted.  My mother
will have fresh sheets on the bed in the guest bedroom before you know
what's happened."

   "And if we want to have sex while we're there?"

   "Do you mean at my parent's house or at the cabin?" I asked.

   "Both, I guess," she responded.

   "There's no problem with either place.  My parents' will expect it.  Mom
will probably talk to you about it the next day.  Just remember that Alan
and Kara and I have always been very frank in talking about sex with them.
The parents at the camp may disappear in their bedroom any time of day. 
When they shut the bedroom door, everybody knows that means not to disturb
them.  A lot of the bedroom doors are shut at night.  But I'll warn you
that the place isn't soundproof at all.  You can hear a lot of what goes on
in the other bedrooms and in the kid's area.  But, again, it's the most
natural thing in the world and we all accept it.  There might be a little
good-natured kidding the next day if some couple is unusually loud at
night. But you'll also hear some of the couples talking very frankly about
their sex life.  And I do mean frankly.  Sometimes I wonder if they do it
more when I'm around, to make sure I know what I'm missing.  We'll have to
be unusually loud the first night to make sure they know I'm not missing
out anymore.  Would you be OK with that?"

   "I don't know yet.  Am I going to find out soon?" she asked.

   "I told you that I wanted this weekend to be mine, to live out my
fantasy with you.  I'm not going to make love with you - no, that's not the
right way to say it - I'm not going to fuck - that's not right either.  How
do I say it?  I'm not going to cleave unto you as one flesh until next
weekend.  I just want to do everything else this weekend."

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   On Saturday morning, I stopped by the jewelry store for the gift I had
picked out for her.  I didn't think she had caught on when I tried to get a
measurement of her neck but I wasn't sure.  When I showed the jeweler a
picture of her, he looked at her for a minute and then at me.  "You're a
lucky man," he said.  "If it doesn't fit, have her bring it back to me.  If
I can see her in person, I'll adjust it at no charge to you.  My wife
wrapped it for you; she's very good at that."

   Next I stopped at a French gourmet deli to pick up food and wine for the
weekend.  Again, I showed the owner her picture and told him I wanted some
of his very best for the woman I was going to marry.  He looked at the
picture for a minute or so and then began leading me around recommending
various items.  I asked him to pick out a half-dozen bottles of very good
wine.  When I was paying, he asked if I had plans for l'amour that
afternoon.  I answered, "Yes, and for the rest of out lives too." He looked
at me for a moment and then said, "Vive l'amour.  Please bring her in with
you the next time you visit us."

   I arrived at her apartment just a few minutes before noon.  She must
have seen me drive up because she opened the door a few seconds before I
could ring.  She was wearing some sort of colorful dress that might have
been Indonesian in origin.  Since both my arms were full of stuff I didn't
want to drop, I was grateful.  I carried in a couple of the bags of food
and wine and told her I had more in the car.  She walked back with me and
helped carry the other bags of food items into her small kitchen.

   Before we shut the door to her apartment, I said, "Would you hang this
on the doorknob and then lock the door." I handed her the "DO NOT DISTURB"
sign I had picked up at a hotel.  She looked at me quizzically and I said,
"I hope we don't see or talk to anyone else until Monday.  I think this is
yours."

   I handed her a plain brown bag containing my gift to her, without
indicating what was in.  She looked at it and then at me and then opened
the bag.  When she saw the gift-wrapping, she smiled at me and raised one
eyebrow.

   "Open it, please," I said, "it's for you."

   She carefully removed the wrapping without tearing it, just like my
Mother so often did.  She folded it and laid it to one side.  Only then did
she open the case.  She stood looking it at for a minute or so.  When she
looked up at me, she said, "We can't afford this." When she realized what
she had said, she changed it.  "I mean, you can't afford this."

   "Yes, I can afford it," I replied.  "I'm not wealthy, but this didn't
put any strain on my cash reserves.  Come on, put them on."

   She took out the four-strand pearl choker first, looked to see how the
ends attached, and then wrapped it around her neck.  She fumbled with it a
few seconds and then asked me to connect it.  I did as she asked and then
picked up the pearl earrings and handed them to her.  She easily put them
on her pierced ear lobes.

   "I suppose I might have bought a diamond engagement ring and given it to
you.  You could have pretended to be surprised and unsure whether you
should accept it.  Diamonds are cold and hard and never living.  I wanted
something that complements your beauty, something warm that once was alive
or, at least, part of something alive.  I'll still get you an engagement
ring, if you wish, and we'll both pick it out.  But this is the gift I
wanted to give to you."

   "It's the best gift I've ever had," she said, with eyes glistening.  She
reached up as though to remove the earrings.  "No, I said, "I want you to
wear them this weekend.  Just the pearls, nothing else."

   She smiled.  "Do you think we might have lunch now?  You've brought much
too much food.  Help me pick out something and you can open a bottle of
wine."

   We had a leisurely lunch.  While we ate I brought up the subject of
money and handling it.  "I don't want us to have separate checking or
saving or investment accounts.  I want you to take charge of it all. 
Everything we have will be in our names, jointly owned, with you in primary
charge of handling it except for investments, where we'll work together. 
You're the one with the financial planning expertise.  Is that OK with
you?"

   "Are you sure?" she asked.  "From your clothes and car and your gift, I
know you've accumulated much more than I have so far."

   "Yes, I'm sure.  I know you have the ability to handle finances.  The
reason I want to do this is to show you the kind of commitment I want to
make to you and the trust I have in you."

   "I've got to pee," she said.  "How are we going to be about that?"

   "Go with the flow, I guess.  If you're showering and I've got to pee,
I'll do it and I promise not to flush while you're under the water."

   "That sounds great to me," she said.  "Now, come on; let's both go pee
and then take a shower together."

   "I will, on one condition," I answered.

   "What?"

   "That you take the pearls off while we shower and then put them back on
afterwards."

   In the shower, when she handed me a cloth and asked me to wash her back,
I ended up washing her all over and sporting a hard-on as rigid as any I've
ever had.  When she returned the favor, I was glad when she didn't linger
excessively on my cock and balls.  We dried each other off and then she led
me into her bedroom.  She walked over to the window, turned, smiled at me,
and then pulled the drapes closed, leaving only two soft lights at each
side of the bed.

   She brought me the pearl choker again, to let me clasp it around her
neck.  I was struck again by her beauty, her red hair unkempt and tangled,
her face devoid of makeup, her freckles showing, her skin like ivory, her
breasts still small but standing out with no apparent sag, her nipples a
feast for any man's lips but especially mine, and last, if there could be a
last, a glorious red mat of pubic hair crowning her Mound of Venus, so
appropriately named.

   "I think I could spend days making love to your breasts and never be
satisfied.  There's a song that sums it up pretty well."

   "Sing it for me?" she asked.  "I know you're a wonderful dancer, you
have very good social manners when necessary, you can be just as naughty
and gross as I am when you want to, and you appreciate good music and
opera. Now if you can just sing, I'll marry you tomorrow."

   "Don't joke about it because I might just take you up on that.  I can
sing a little.  I even have a little talent on the piano and guitar but I'd
never want to sing in public."

   "Sing it.  I won't laugh."

   I sang it softly, watching her to see if she laughed at me.



   Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine,

   I'll taste your strawberries; I'll drink your sweet wine.

   A million tomorrows shall all pass away,

   Ere I forget all the joy that is mine today.

   When I stopped, she smiled and asked, "Can you sing the next part?"

   "I don't remember it," I answered.

   "I know it and I wouldn't be surprised if you do too." She sang it in a
voice no better or worse than mine:

   I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover

   You'll know who I am by the song that I sing.

   I'll feast at your table, I'll sleep in your clover

   I'll something...something...

   "I really didn't remember it clearly," I said.  "I thought it went
something like that.  If we marry, I'll never be a dandy or a rover.  I'm
honest with you when I say I want to be with you until death do us part. 
It's the second line I sang that I thought about when I saw your breasts."

   She looked down at her breasts and asked, "Strawberries?"

   "Yes, that's what I've always thought that line referred to, his lover's
breasts.  And I also believe the line about drinking her sweet wine can
only refer to one thing."

   "You'd bury your face in this bush," and she gestured downward, "to get
to my sweet wine?"

   "I love your bush," I replied.  "Please don't ever shave it.  If you
want it trimmed, I'd love to help with that.  But I want to see that red
hair while I'm down there.  You can check my teeth to see if there's any
hair before I go out the door."

   "You really want to do that - for yourself or for me?"

   "For myself.  For some reason, that's a part of sex that I love.  It's a
big turn-on for me.  I believe you'll learn to love it too."

   "I don't know how I'm going to be about sucking your dick.  Will it make
you unhappy if I'm not as fond of oral sex as you are?  I've done it a
little but I've never had a guy come in my mouth."

   "I hope I can give you thousands of orgasms using my mouth on you.  I
know your cunt will be all wet and juicy when I do.  It won't bother me to
get it in my mouth.  I think you're probably like most women.  I believe
they don't mind having their lover's cock in their mouth; they just don't
like what happens when he comes."

   "I suppose you're right," she answered.  "I've never done it that long
before.  I don't know whether I'd gag or spit it out or swallow."

   "Don't worry about it," I said.  "I'd like you to use your mouth on me
but I don't have any real desire to come in your mouth.  I look at it as
foreplay.  I want to come in your cunt; that's the place where it'll be the
most satisfying for me, where it'll feel totally right."

   "So you're being honest if it turns out I don't want to make you come
with my mouth, when you do it for me?"

   "If I didn't squirt out all those spurts of semen when I come, would you
be more willing to do it?" I asked.

   "I think so," she answered.

   "Then quit worrying about it.  I've told you it's not something I'm
obsessive about.  If you ever do make me come in your mouth, do what you
want to with it.  Spit it out on my stomach.  Swallow it.  Hold it long
enough to come up and give me a kiss and I'll share it with you."

   "Damn, Kieran," she said, "that's a thought that really appeals to me.
Would you really let me do that?"

   "Sure, I'll let you.  I'll even help you, but now let me pose another
question to you.  What do you think of anal sex?"

   She frowned at me, with an expression of disgust.  "I don't.  I've never
done it and I don't think I'd ever want to."

   "There's a reason I ask the question," I said.  "Anal sex is something I
could do to you but there's no way you can do it to me.  It's a one-way
street.  It's something we can never share equally.  We can share oral sex,
even though we do it differently.  I brought it up to emphasize one point:
if I ever try to do anything to you or with you that you don't want to do,
just tell me.  I'll never force you to do anything."

   "Have you ever done it, anal sex, I mean?" she asked.

   "Yeah, once with a girl in college.  I thought I loved her but, when we
first started having sex, she said something that cut through me to my
heart.  I did it to her out of anger or meanness or something like that."

   "What'd she do to make you feel like that?" she asked.

   "I'll tell you some day when we're alone, relaxing with each other, and
there's no hurry to do anything.  It might take an afternoon or evening to
tell you the whole story.  A short version could never tell the whole truth
of how I felt and why."

   "Here," she said, handing me the pearl choker.  "Put this around my neck
again and let's go to bed.  You may do whatever you want to fulfill your
fantasy."

   In her bedroom, I was struck by the way in which she had evidently
prepared the scene.  With the drapes drawn and the room lit only by two
small lights on each side of the bed, the world seemed to be shut out.  The
bed had a blue and gold and ivory spread that had already been folded down
almost to the foot of the bed.  The pillows and sheets were a matching
ivory color and looked almost silky or satiny.

   I stood with her at the foot of the bed, looking at it, and then turned
to her.  I pulled her against me and bent my head to bring my mouth down to
hers.

   That moment - when she was first pressed against me, both of us nude,
her breasts burning against my chest, my cock throbbing against her
stomach, our mouths and lips and tongues hungry for the other, our arms
wrapped around each other, both with a buttocks hold on the other,
believing and knowing for the first time that our bodies would soon be
joined - was seared into my memory and will be there as long as I live.

   She pulled away from me and moved onto the bed, stretching out on one
side, with her arms open to welcome and her legs spread to reveal to me the
area just below the flaming bush on her Mound of Venus.  It looked to me
like the entrance to Heaven, the Pearly Gates, except that her gates
weren't pearly, perhaps pink or coral.

   I moved onto the bed too, and then on top of her.  Her legs spread
wider, tempting me to enter the gates to heaven, but I reached down and
positioned my cock upward so that it was resting on her stomach, pressed
down by mine, imprisoned between us.  I looked her briefly in the eyes,
kissed her softly, and then buried my face in the curve of her neck, in the
red hair covering the pillow.

   "Can we stay like this forever?" I asked.

   "No, not forever, but at least for a while," she answered.

   "You're really going to let me fulfill my fantasy about you?" I asked.
"You're not going to laugh at me no matter how silly some of it seems?"

   "I'll laugh with you," she responded.  "I'm so happy I'm bubbling over.
If you tickle me the wrong way, I'll probably burst out in giggles."

   Eventually I rolled off her, stretched out on my side looking at her. 
"Turn over, please, on your stomach," I requested.

   She looked at me with questions in her eyes but did as I asked.  She
turned her head toward me, to see what I wanted to do.

   I began by simply placing one hand in the middle of her back.  Softly I
moved it up to her neck, around her shoulders and down her sides, feeling
the soft mounds of her breasts pressed out beneath her ribs.  I moved
downward then, to her ass, memorizing the look and feel of it, making no
effort to separate her cheeks or legs.  I moved down her legs, thighs,
calves, feet, and then started back up again.  When I reached her ass, she
started to spread her legs but I stopped her.

   I got up on my knees and moved over her body, straddling her at about
her knees.  Now with both hands, I began to learn the feel of her body,
pressing harder this time, moving from thighs to ass to back and to
shoulders.  When I massaged her back and shoulders, she purred like a cat.

   My cock was rigid now, sticking up at its typical angle.  I leaned over
and down on her until my cock was pressed against the crack of her ass.

   "Can we stay like this forever?" I asked again, burying my face in her
red hair again, inhaling the fresh scent of hair and her shampoo.

   "I'll kill you if you do," she whispered, muffled by the pillow.

   "Then turn over," I instructed, still on my knees straddling her body.

   She did and then looked at me, my face first and then down toward my
cock.

   "Is that for me?" she asked.

   "Yes," I responded, "but not today.  Next Saturday."

   I placed both hands on her stomach and began the slow process of
learning the feel of her body, moving upward out of the bowl of her
stomach, over the plateau of her rib cage, to the sweet hills of her
breasts, the strawberry peaks erect and hard, down to her shoulders, and
then back down again toward the flaming bush that was cradling my balls.  I
held my cock in one hand and moved it up and down.

   "Can I beat you with this?" I asked.

   I swung it up and down more vigorously now, slapping it against her
stomach on each downward movement.  She giggled, then looked up at me and
saw the smile on my face.

   "Can I try it?" she asked.  I nodded wordlessly.

   She reached down with one hand and repeated the same movement, slapping
it against her stomach, but also stroking the skin back and forth.  I knew
better than to let her continue; I knew I would soon spray a load onto her
beautiful stomach and breasts.

   I moved off her and asked her to turn over on her stomach again.  This
time I used my mouth, tracing a path from her shoulders, down over her
back, lingering only a moment on her ass, down her legs to her feet.  When
I bent back one leg at the knee and took her toes in my mouth, she started
giggling.  When I ran my tongue between her toes, one at a time, she must
have understood that as a signal of what was to come.  She stopped and
tried to look back at me.

   I started licking and kissing and sucking my way up her legs.  When I
reached the juncture of her left thigh and ass cheek, I remembered one
little fantasy I had always wanted to do to a woman.  I kissed here in the
crease and murmured, "Can I give you a hickey right here?"

   "Why?" she asked.  "Isn't that a little weird?"

   "No, it's something I've always wanted to do and never had the courage
to try.  When I was in college and looked at the girls on campus, I'd
imagine grabbing one, throwing her down on the ground, up with her skirt
and down with her panties, and then fastening my mouth just here.  I wanted
to bite them and suck right here until I left my mark on them.  I thought
it was strange too until one day a bunch of us guys were talking about sex
stuff and I brought it up.  They all looked at me for a minute and I
thought they'd think me a pervert.  But then, one by one, they began to
admit that they'd like to do it too."

   "OK, then," she said, "bite my butt."

   With my nose just between her legs, I began sucking on her.  A couple of
minutes later, when she began to squirm, I pulled off and looked at my
handiwork, I mean mouth work.  It was a beautiful passion purpura.

   I continued up her back to her neck, kissing her and licking her all
along the way and then asked her to turn over again.

   I looked directly into her eyes for a minute and then lowered my lips to
hers.  She placed one hand behind my head and held me tight while we opened
our mouths to each other.  When she released me, I moved downward toward my
final goal.  I kissed her on her neck first and then moved down to those
beautiful breasts.

   For a minute or so, all I could do was look at them.  They were somewhat
flattened while she was on her back, but the nipples were erect and did
look somewhat like strawberries.  I cupped her breasts with both hands and
lowered my mouth to one nipple.  She brought her hands up, pushed mine
aside, and held her breasts up to my mouth.  I feasted on them, finally
realizing part of my fantasy about her.  When I felt her squirming
underneath me, I decided it was time to move down to my final goal.

   I stopped only momentarily on her navel and then proceeded down through
the flaming bush.  I knew I'd never think of it in any other way.

   As I moved downward over her, I pulled her legs apart and placed my
knees between.  When she was spread-eagled on the bed, I moved back
farther, so that I could lay down with my mouth directly at her vulva. 
When I had seen her earlier, the inner lips had been only slightly open;
now they were spread out on each side, like butterfly wings, and the
opening into her was red and shining with wetness.

   I brought my mouth in contact with her and ran my tongue from the bottom
of her slit up to the top, licking up the juices coming out of her.  I
heard her gasp once and then I started down and up again.  For a while I
just licked at her, opening her up more with each turn, until she was
spread wide enough to welcome my cock.  Finally I stopped at the top, used
my thumbs to pull apart the soft flesh on each side and found her clitoris
smiling up at me.  I began to alternate between licking it with my tongue
and sucking on it with my lips.  It was only seconds when she grabbed my
head, pulled me roughly against her cunt, and started throbbing in orgasm.

   Finally, she made me stop.

   "I can't take it any more," she said, breathlessly.

   "You haven't taken it at all yet," I said, as I rose up on my knees
beside her.  I wrapped my hand around my cock, still bone-rigid after being
erect for more than an hour.

   "You know what I mean," she said, "I can't take your mouth on me
anymore. You've made me come twice already and that last one seemed to last
forever.  I've got to rest a few minutes and then I want to do something
about that boner of yours."

   I lay down beside her, my right hand holding her breast, looking at her
face.  Her red hair was all tousled and spread out on the pillow, framing
her face.  I knew I had never seen anyone more beautiful.

   We lay there for a while, quietly talking, my hand gently playing with
her breasts.  At length, I felt her hand touching my hard-on.  She wrapped
her hand around it and squeezed lightly.  When she pulled down toward the
head, I knew she felt the lubrication that poured out of the head of my
penis.

   "How can you stand it, to be like this for so long?" she asked.  "I can
feel it drooling on my hand.  Is the poor thing ready to be satisfied?"

   "Yeah, I think it's ready.  Do whatever you wish to relieve the poor
thing.  It always drools like that when I've been aroused for a while.  You
know you're going to have to wash the sheets when we're done.  You're going
to find pecker tracks all over it wherever I touched down with it while I
was between your legs."

   She rolled over on her side and pushed me over on my back, still holding
on to my cock.  As I stretched out, she started to move her hand gently up
and down.

   "Is this the way you like it?" she asked.  "Just holding onto the skin
and moving my hand up and down, without touching the head directly?"

   "Sure," I responded, "that works for me.  If you stroke it on the head,
just don't do it with a dry hand.  Make sure there's some kind of
lubrication, whether it's what comes out of me, or out of your mouth, or
maybe baby oil, if we're not going to be fucking.  I don't think you want
baby oil inside you."

   She stroked up and down for a while and I could feel the pressure slowly
building.  I was about to ask her to do it faster when she surprised me. 
She leaned over me and took the head of my cock in her mouth, her red hair
falling around her face so that I could feel but not see what she was
doing. She sucked strongly on the head and then released the suction and
ran her tongue around the head, the corona, and especially the sensitive
frenulum under the head.  Her hand movements became faster and I could feel
the semen beginning to boil up inside me, ready to be spurted out.

   "Take your mouth off," I whispered.  "I'm gonna come."

   I was surprised when she ignored me.  She seemed to try even harder to
make me come.  A few more seconds and I knew I was going to blast off. 
When it began, I was doubly surprised when she kept her mouth still,
covering the head of my penis, while I gave out a long series of spurts. 
At length, I knew I was finished and evidently she did too.

   She straightened up on her knees, her hand on my chest now, and looked
directly in my eyes.  Her mouth was pursed, holding in everything, with a
faint Mona Lisa-like smile playing around the corners.  She moved up toward
my face bringing her mouth closer to mine.  Finally she stopped, her mouth
only inches above mine, her eyes still locked on mine.  I understood what
she wanted and I opened my mouth wide.  When I did, she opened her lips
slightly, allowing the contents of her mouth to run out.  I could see a
mixture of her saliva and the strands of my semen drooling out of her, into
my mouth.  When she finished, I closed my mouth but didn't swallow the
contents.

   She waited above me, watching me to see what I'd do.  When I swallowed
the first time, she brought her mouth down to mine, pushed my lips open
with her tongue, and kissed me with a ferocity that surprised me.  I rolled
her over on her back, our mouths still together.  I could feel and taste
the semen still in my mouth.  I pushed my tongue into her mouth repeatedly,
playing at fucking her mouth with my tongue.  She held my head behind with
one hand, pulling me against her.  After a few more seconds, she pushed me
back down and I rolled over on my back again.  We kept at it again and
again, rolling over and over, tongue-fucking each other, swallowing the
remnants of my come and our combined saliva.

   At length, she pulled away from me, out of breath.  My chest was heaving
as much as hers was.  Her eyes never left mine.

   "I've never done that before," she whispered.  "I didn't think I'd want
to but, when I felt your cock in my mouth, I wanted it all.  Did I do
good?"

   Afterward we lazed around in bed for an hour or two.  I occasionally
kissed her gently, the long open-mouthed kisses that I was convinced were
her favorites.  I would suck softly on her nipples and lick her breasts,
while fingering her pussy.  She was sopping wet down there and my fingers
slipped in and out with no resistance.  She played with my cock off and on,
not trying to raise it to erection, just satisfied to keep it in a
half-hard state.

   At length, we got up for another shower together.  Afterwards we pulled
out more of the deli food and ate, still naked together, sitting on the
floor on a blanket.

   We finally curled up together on the bed and turned on the television.
She found an old movie we both liked and we watched that, still playing
with each other.  My cock was drooling again and she moved down on the bed
and watched it, milking it with one hand and rubbing the lubrication around
on the head with the one finger.  Occasionally she'd take it in her mouth
and lick it clean.

   "Could we do something new," I asked, "at least new for us?"

   "What's that?" she responded.

   "The French call it soixante-neuf; we call it sixty-nine."

   "I know what it is, Kieran," she said.  "I can speak a little French. 
I've never done it before though.  I don't think I'd like a guy to get on
top of me and do that."

   "It can be done with the woman on top, Siobhan.  I think I can
understand why you don't want me on top.  That way you can't control how
much of my cock is in your mouth.  If I get carried away, I could gag you
or hurt you.  We can try it with both of us on our sides.  Just use your
imagination.  I'm not ever going to ask you to do anything you don't like."

   I turned around, with my head toward the foot of the bed and tugged at
her to get her to straddle my face.  At first she was on her hands and
knees above me and seemed unsure of what to do next.  I pulled her body
down until she was lying on top of me, her breasts on my lower stomach, and
her cunt just below my chin.  When she relaxed on me, I used my hands to
lift her hips just a few inches until I could tilt my head and bring my
mouth in contact with her cunt.  Her lips were just slightly open, already
a rosy pink and glistening with her juices.  I began licking her, long
licks from her clitoral shaft, back over her vaginal lips, even to the rosy
bud of her anus.  When my tongue touched her there, she stiffened.  I
mumbled to her to relax and enjoy it, that she was perfectly clean back
there.  I went back to licking her and felt her take the head of my cock in
her mouth.

   I tried to figure out how to get her clitoris out from under its hood,
to get to it.  I finally managed to get my hands under her so that my
thumbs were both pointing inward.  After a little blind feeling, I managed
to get them in position to stretch the soft flesh of her outer lips apart,
hoping that would pull the hood back.  When I resumed with my tongue, I
could feel the hard bump with the tip.  I heard her moan and she began to
suck harder on my cock.

   The outside world began to recede and I closed my eyes, lost in the
taste and scent and feel of her.  I was conscious only of what my mouth was
doing with her and what hers was doing to me.

   Seconds?  Minutes?  Hours?  No time?  Who knows?  At some point, she
began to squirm against my face, pressing back against me.  I took that as
a signal that she was about to come and so I concentrated on the area
around her clitoris, trying to suck it into my mouth, flicking my tongue up
and down against it.  Suddenly she pressed back against me even harder,
covering my mouth and nose so that I couldn't breathe.  I could barely feel
her contractions as she started groaning.  When I couldn't hold it any
longer, I dropped my head down and caught my breath.  I could feel her
chest heaving for breath on top of me.

   After a minute or so, she resumed her efforts on my cock.  She held the
head in her mouth, rapidly stroking up and down on the shaft.  I let time
and surroundings fade away again.  All too soon, I felt another rising tide
of semen demanding release.  I wasn't sure whether she wanted me to come in
her mouth and so, at the last second, I said her name and whispered, "I'm
coming."

   She took her mouth off my cock and turned her head to one side, trying
to look back at me.  "What did you say?"

   At just that moment, my body let loose, spurting into open air, come
landing I knew not where.  She stayed on top of me until I was finished
and, with one lick, I assumed, she got the last oozing drops.  When she
turned around, I couldn't help but laugh.  She had dripping come across one
cheek and all around her mouth and chin.  She smiled at me.

   "Pardonnez-moi, monsieur," she said, "Avez-vous a fucking towel?"

   We turned out the lights early and curled up with each other, talking
about everything, jumping from one subject to another.  Finally, she turned
her back to me and spooned up against me.  When I wrapped one arm around
her, she took my hand in hers and held it against her breast.  I don't
remember fading away into sleep.

   <><><>

   On Sunday morning, I woke up with her curled up next to me, one arm
across my chest, and one leg thrown over mine.  My cock was bone hard as it
often was if I woke up with a full bladder.  I lifted her arm and pushed
her leg off me and tried to quietly slip out of bed.

   "Don't go," she said, eyes still closed, sleep still in her voice.

   "Gotta pee," I said.  "I'll be right back."

   She opened her eyes and watched me as I stood up and walked toward the
bathroom.  My stiff cock was standing out, bobbing up and down with each
step.  When I stood over the toilet, it took me a minute or so to get it to
relax enough to relieve myself.  By the time I finished, it was only half
tumescent.  I washed my face, dried it, and went back in the bedroom.

   She had thrown back the sheet and lay naked before me, stretching and
moaning with pleasure as she woke up.  I stood at the foot of the bed and
watched, wishing that I could remember this moment as long as I lived. 
Finally she crawled out of bed and stood up.

   "Gotta pee," she said.  "I'll be right back."

   When she came back a few minutes later, she smiled at me and then came
to me, wrapped her arms around me, pressed against me, and laid her head
against my shoulder.

   "Can we do what I often like to do on Sunday morning?" I asked.

   "Not yet," she murmured, "not until next weekend."

   "Seriously, I'd like to go get us a newspaper and something for
breakfast," I said.  "I like to read the paper, have breakfast in bed, and
do the crossword puzzle.  In the Sunday edition, it's always hardest."

   "That's fine with me," she answered, "I know a great bakery that's open
this morning.  You'll find a paper there too." She pushed away from me and
looked up into my eyes.  "There's something you need to do before you go."

   "What's that?"

   "Take a shower.  You do smell a little sexy and I'm sure I do too.  Then
put on some jeans and a shirt.  I'll shower while you're gone and then I'll
make a pot of coffee."

   <><><>

   When I returned, I smelled fresh coffee as soon as I opened the door.  I
could hear her humming a tune in the bedroom so I walked in.  She was
standing in front of a mirror, completely naked, brushing her hair.  I
stood watching her for a minute or so.  She was watching me in the
reflection of the mirror.

   "Do you really like watching me comb my hair that much?" she asked.  "Is
it really such a turn on for you?"

   "What do you mean?" I asked, pretending that I wasn't getting a hard-on
from just looking at her.

   She walked over to me, pulled my knit shirt up, unsnapped my jeans and
pulled them down around my hips.  My penis popped out, already well on its
way to another rigid erection.

   "This is what I mean," she said, "I think I've found what I want for
breakfast, and maybe lunch and dinner.  Would you call that a sausage or a
hot dog?"

   "Oh, no, you don't," I replied.  "I want to spend a quiet morning with
you.  Let's have some croissants and coffee and read the paper."

   "I fixed something else for breakfast while you were gone," she said. 
"It's a bowl of fruit.  Would you get it out of the refrigerator?"

   When I pulled it out of the fridge I saw that it was cut up bananas and
fresh red cherries.  I wondered if there was something symbolic about that.

   After we finished breakfast and the paper and the puzzle, I decided to
see if she was willing to allow one more barrier to be broken down.

   "You do understand what I'm trying to do with you, don't you?" I asked.

   "I think so," she replied, "you're testing me to see what I'm willing to
do with you.  You needn't worry.  I'm not a prim and proper person.  I've
never done anything sexually that I haven't liked."

   "I think of it as breaking down barriers.  If we're going to have the
sort of relationship I want, we've got to be totally naked with each other
in the physical sense but in all other ways too.  I want to know your body
and your mind as well as I know my own.  I don't want you to think that
there's something wrong with opening ourselves up to each other totally."

   "That's easy for you to say," she answered.  "You're not the one who has
to open up; you just fill the opening."

   "I can't argue with that, but let's try something that doesn't require
me to fill the opening.  I want to see you masturbate while I'm doing it
too."

   "That's kind of silly, isn't it?" she said.  "Why should we do that when
we've got each other?"

   "'Cause it's what I want.  I want you to prop up against the headboard
with me at the foot.  We'll cover the bed with towels.  I want to watch you
do yourself.  And I'll jerk off while you're doing it."

   She moved up to the top of the bed, with a pillow behind her and spread
her legs out in a vee.  I moved to the bottom of the bed and did the same.
We found, with our long legs, that presented a problem.  Our feet
overlapped.  She solved the problem by raising hers and putting them back
down on my ankles.

   I started first, wrapping my hand in the usual way around the shaft of
my cock.  I pulled upward and my foreskin slid over the head; I pulled
downward and the head was totally exposed, with the skin on my dick
stretched tight downward.  I continued slowly, looking all the time at the
area between her legs.

   She dropped her hand down to her pussy, slowly teased the lips apart,
and inserted one finger.  Within a minute or so, the lips splayed open by
themselves, showing their coral-colored flesh inside, glistening in the
light with her secretions.  She kept rubbing in the same area, inside her,
changing to two fingers, and I could see that they quickly became wet with
her juices.  Only then did she move her fingers upward toward her clitoris.
I don't know what I expected, maybe that she would pull back the clitoral
hood and stroke it with her fingers, but she seemed to want to avoid direct
contact of fingers and clit.  She held the two fingers, one on each side of
her clit, and rubbed sideways for a while and then up and down. 
Occasionally she would reach downward for more lubrication.

   I watched, fascinated, almost forgetting to do what I was supposed to
do. When I remembered, I decided that I wanted my cock to be lubricated too
and, if I couldn't produce it as well as she could, I'd ask for it.

   "Do you have any baby oil?" I asked.

   "In the bathroom, in the second drawer on the left.  It's not baby oil.
It's after-bath oil and it'll smell girly instead of baby.  I think it'll
do."

   I returned a minute later and got into position.  As I started to open
it, she asked, "Why do you need it?  I thought you could jack off without
lubrication."

   "I can.  I could probably fuck you when your cunt's not lubricated but I
know that's not going to be any great pleasure for either of us.  If I'm
doing it for myself, this makes it better, especially at the end if I get a
little rough on my cock."

   I poured a small amount on the head of my cock and smeared it all over
the head and shaft.  Then I went back to stroking it.  She didn't have
anything else to say to me and I certainly didn't either.  We watched each
other.  I was open mouthed, breathing heavily.  She was the same, except
that I could see a pink or red flush on her chest and on her breasts.  I
tried to slow down a little, not wanting the pleasure of watching her while
stroking my cock to end.  When we started, I knew my balls were hanging
down low between my legs, my scrotum completely relaxed and soft.  Now it
was drawn up tight against the base of my cock, both balls enclosed in one
rounded mound.  I knew that was typical when I was about to come.

   She reached down with the other hand and pulled upward on the skin above
her cunt.  She moved the first hand aside for a moment and I could see the
small protrusion of her clit, bright red and glistening.  She started
stroking again, gently rubbing against her clitoris.  I watched, feeling my
own orgasm building, while she rubbed.  When I looked up at her face, her
smile had turned into some sort of grimace, as I knew mine did when I was
coming.  I pulled downward on the skin of my dick with one hand and began
to stroke up and down over the head, my hand flying as fast as I could make
it.  She was rubbing herself faster and faster too.  It seemed to have
turned into a race and I lost.

   I groaned with the first spurt.  It flew out and landed about halfway
between us.  The other spurts laid down a trail back toward my crotch.  I
milked the last few out on the towel between my legs.

   I suppose she started to come after I did.  I could see her body tense
up and she stopped rubbing.  She was breathing as heavily as I was.  We
both looked up at about the same time, our eyes interlocking.

   <><><>

   After lunch, we watched another old movie on television, fooling around
with each other all the time.  When the movie was over, she didn't protest
when I crawled back between her legs.  This time, I got on my knees between
her legs, put both hands under her butt, and lifted her up until I could
bend over slightly and bring my mouth to her cunt.  It was an awkward
position but, to me, it was like serving a hearty meal to a starving man. I
licked and sucked all over her cunt before setting down to her clitoris. 
She moaned loudly when her orgasm hit and I almost dropped her.  I managed
to keep her suspended in mid-air and my mouth on her cunt until my arms
finally gave out.

   I dropped her back down on the bed and turned her, her thighs still
spread, her calves hanging down.  I moved off the bed and knelt down beside
it, bent over with my face still at her cunt.  I kept licking her, gently
now, licking up the juices flowing out of her, stiffening my tongue and
fucking her with it, slurping up over her clitoris.  I wanted to see if
women were really capable of multiple orgasms so close together; I knew I
wasn't.  After a few minutes, I learned the answer; she was.  When she
finished, I leaned over her, my head on her stomach, my hands on her
breasts, while she rested.

   "You will take my last name, won't you?" I asked.  "If you combine your
name, Siobhan, with my last name, Stuart, I think it has a pleasing effect
on the tongue.  Siobhan Stuart.  Siobhan Stuart."

   "The next time your tongue is busy between my legs, how about saying
Siobhan Stuart about a hundred times?" she giggled.  "If you do, I'll take
your last name."

   We probably stayed that way for a few minutes, just resting and talking.
Finally, she pushed me back and rose up to a sitting position on the side
of the bed.

   "Stand up," she ordered.  "You've been a very bad boy to do me like that
and now you're going to get it."

   I wasn't sure what IT was but I was ready.  When I stood up, my cock was
pointing upward from my body at its usual forty-five degree angle.  The
head was drooling with the clear lubrication that always came out.

   She pulled it down so that it was pointed straight at her face and
licked the head clean.  When that was done to her satisfaction, she opened
her mouth and engulfed the head of my cock.  She started sucking with all
the strength she could muster and at the same time moving her hand up and
down my shaft as fast as possible.  I knew I wasn't going to last long.

   She brought her other hand up, cupping my balls in the palm of her hand,
pressing her fingers into the area just behind my scrotum.

   "I'm gonna come," I said.

   She took her mouth off momentarily and said, "Don't talk about it; do
it." When she started sucking again, I felt I had given her fair warning
and she could do whatever she wanted to with my load.

   I suppose that it was an involuntary reaction.  I grabbed her behind her
head and starting moving my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.  It
took only seconds and I came, spurt after spurt, all deposited at the back
of her mouth.

   She was holding her breath.  When I finished, she pushed me back until
my cock was out of her mouth.  She looked up at me and swallowed.  Then she
smiled.

   <><><>

   When we finally went to sleep Sunday night, we were face to face, our
arms and legs intertwined.  When we woke up on Monday morning to the alarm
clock, she was spooned up against me.  My arm was wrapped around her, my
hand holding her breast.  My cock was semi-erect between her thighs, with
its usual morning need to pee.

   I thought to myself, "I could really get to like this."

   <><><>

   "And now here we are," my wife said, "in the same position, with two
kids asleep in their rooms and another inside me, just waiting to make a
grand entrance.  Or exit.  Whatever."

   "Yes," I answered, "isn't it wonderful?

   "You're right," she answered.  "We've made ourselves a wonderful
family."

   "So now," I asked, "may I turn you over on your back, lift your
nightgown, and make love to you with my mouth again, like I did back then?"

   "If you're sure you're doing it because you want to, not just to make me
happy.  But don't be surprised if I don't come.  With the pressure from the
baby, I'm not sure how everything will respond."

   I wasn't surprised.  She did come, not once but twice, once for each
time I said her name.

   Our third child, our second son, Kerry, was born in less than three
weeks.  He was and is a beautiful perfect boy.



   Chapter Three

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 33 in story, 25 in flashback; Siobhan
Stuart, 32 in story, 24 in flashback; Kavan Stuart, 6 in story; Arial
Stuart, 4 in story; Kerry Stuart, 3 months in story

   TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart

   (KIERAN)

   "Kerry's asleep," Siobhan said.  She put her breast back inside her
nursing bra and then pulled her shirt over that.  Kerry was lying on her
stomach, oblivious to everything after getting his belly full.

   "He's turned out to be our best baby yet, in terms of nursing and
sleeping and having a peaceful disposition, hasn't he?" I asked, already
knowing the answer.

   Siobhan was lying in a recliner in the shade of a maple in our back
yard. I was sitting in a lawn chair in the sun, enjoying the last warmth of
a fall warm spell.

   "Yes," she answered, "I can't believe he's sleeping through most of the
night already."

   "Did he get all of your milk or did he leave some for me?"

   "You're bad," she replied.  "You know you can't do that."

   "Why not?" I asked.  "We joked about it with the first two and you
wouldn't let me.  This is probably the last time I'll have a chance to see
what your milk tastes like.  I suppose it's just another fantasy of mine.
I've only done it once when I was fifteen."

   "What?" she said, unbelievingly.  "You mean you nursed at a woman's
breasts when you were fifteen?"

   "Yeah," I answered, "and I screwed her too.  Or I should say she taught
me how to make love to a woman.  That was my first time to do either."

   "Anyway, you're supposed to be watching Kavan and Arial.  We can't fool
around out here in the backyard."

   "Why not?" I asked.  "Nobody can see us with the privacy fence all
around.  Kavan and Arial are playing naked.  I'm sitting here naked. 
You're the only one with clothes on.  You'd better enjoy this Indian summer
weather; it won't last."

   "I'll take them off then," she said, "and we can play with the kids."

   "I think you're trying to avoid answering my question.  I asked if I
could have the milk Kerry left.  There'll be plenty for him when he gets
hungry again.  If not, we can give him some cereal now that he's started
solid foods."

   "What about Kavan and Arial?" she asked.

   "I'll rinse them off in the shower and put them in front of the TV with
that new kid's movie.  If you fix them a snack, they'll give us a few
minutes alone this afternoon."

   "OK," she said, "I'll put Kerry down and get them a snack.  When you've
got them settled, I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom.  Lock the doors
so they can't go out.  We'll have to leave the bedroom door open so we can
listen for all of them."

   <><><>

   After the kids were settled, I went to our bedroom.  She was naked,
stretched out on the bed, holding her breasts up toward me with her hands.

   I stood looking down at her, feeling my cock swell and begin to lift.

   "If I let you do this, you've got to tell me another story," she said.
"I want a story about what you remember about the first time we made love."

   "I can only tell half of that story.  You'd have to tell the rest.  I
only know what it was like for me."

   "When the kids go to bed, could you start with it?  I think it'll take
more than one night to finish it."

   I nodded and then crawled on the bed beside her.  I pulled her up on her
side so that we were facing each other in bed.  I kissed her lightly on her
nose and lips and chin and then moved down to her breasts.

   Her breasts were still beautiful to me, even swollen with blue veins
showing, a little pendulous now after three children.  I put my mouth on
her left breast and sucked gently.  I was surprised at how easily her milk
began to flow.  I nursed slowly and sensuously on her, taking my time and
enjoying the feel and taste of her.  Somehow I remembered the primeval
rhythm of sucking and swallowing that a baby instinctively knows.  After a
few minute, my wife pulled her nipple out of my mouth.

   "I think that one's empty," she said, "and I want something else before
you start on the other one."

   "I want something else too," I responded.  "I wonder if it's the same
thing?"

   "If it's hard, that's what I want."

   "It's hard enough to drive a nail through a board," I answered.

   "I'll hold the nail if you'll drive it," she said, lifting her leg up in
the air to give me access to her.

   I moved up on the bed and kissed her again, this time with open mouth
and tongue.  She reached down, put her hand around my cock, and guided it
to her cunt.  She rubbed the head up and down the lips, smearing it with
the lubrication oozing out of her.  I pressed slowly while she held it and
it slid in as far as it could go in our position.

   I bent my head downward toward her breasts and she lifted her right
breast up to my lips.  I resumed the sucking and swallowing first and then
tried to develop a rhythm to move my cock in and out of her.  In our
position, I could only get about half of it in but that was enough while I
was still luxuriating in the sweet taste of her warm milk.

   "I think that one's dry, too," my wife said.  I released it and moved up
over her, trying to keep my cock in her cunt.  I pulled back and then
slowly pushed it into her until our pubic hair mingled together.  I held
still for a minute or so, content as a well-nursed baby, until I felt
something that surprised me.

   Her first contraction around my cock was so light that I almost didn't
pay attention.  When the second one hit, it felt as though my cock was
being squeezed or milked.  I knew she was coming.  I pushed in a little
harder, trying to press my pubic bone against hers, the base of my cock
against her clitoris, hoping to make it more pleasurable to her.  I had
read that a woman's orgasm occurred at the same time interval, eight tenths
of a second, as a man's.  I couldn't measure hers but I couldn't
distinguish it from mine.

   When her contractions stopped, I began to move with the wave-like pelvic
thrusts that come so instinctively to a man.  Her legs came up to wrap
around mine and she moved her hands down to my buttocks.  I could feel her
fingernails digging in as I pushed into her.  Each time I pulled out, she
used her hands to pull me back in harder.  I knew I was going to come at
any second.  When I quickly reached that point where I knew I was coming, I
shoved it in so that the tip was pressed up against her womb and emptied my
balls into her.

   I lay on top of her, both of us breathing heavily, for a minute or so,
until I heard a noise behind us.

   I looked around and saw Kavan and Arial standing in the door watching
us, a handsome six-year old boy and a beautiful five-year old girl, two
naked angels with big eyes.

   "Can we get in bed with you?" Arial asked.

   I thought for a second of staying on top of Siobhan, my cock still
buried out of sight in her cunt, but then I quickly decided to relax and
let them see us.  I rolled off Siobhan to one side, flopped on my back, and
looked over my still-erect and wet and glistening cock at our kids.  Beside
me, Siobhan raised her arms in the air and stretched, legs still spread
wide.  I watched our kid's faces as their eyes went back and forth between
their mother and me.  Finally, I decided they'd had enough of a show so I
held my arms out toward them.  They came running, Kavan to his mother,
Arial to me.

   <><><>

   That night, when all three kids were tucked in for the last time, I
crawled back in the bed and pulled my wife to me.  I kissed her gently,
tenderly, as lovingly as I could.

   "Thanks," I finally said.

   "For what?" she asked.

   "For an afternoon that's worth remembering until I die."

   "You deserve my thanks too, love," she said.

   "For what?" I asked.

   "For the way you were so sweet with Kavan and Arial this afternoon.  For
the way you rolled off me and then held out your arms to them.  For getting
up and going to get Kerry.  For the way you were so sweet when Kavan asked
what we were doing and the way you told him the truth, that Daddy was
making love with Mommy."

   "Yeah, but he wasn't satisfied with that.  When Arial asked why I had my
penis in Mommy's vagina, I almost lost it."

   "But you told them as much of the truth as they could understand at
their ages.  They seemed satisfied with what you said."

   "I hope so.  I've always said I wanted to be open and honest with them
about sex.  I just didn't think we'd be giving them a demonstration."

   "Well, I think it was nice that we could be together naked, with our
three children, loving and hugging each other.  They're always happy to be
like that with us."

   "I suppose you're right," I said.  "I don't think I'm ever happier than
when I'm with you and the kids and we can be close like that.  Most people
would think we're perverts to let them in our bed when we're all naked.  We
both know it was nothing but pure love then, not sex.  Anyway Kerry had
clothes on, his diaper."

   "Ummm," she responded, "when are you going to start telling me what you
remember about our first weekend of making love, when you finally decided
you wanted to commit yourself to a marriage with me?"

   "I decided?" I asked loudly, "I wanted to do it earlier, after that
weekend when we did everything with each other except for one act.  You're
the one who wanted to wait until Saturday."

   "That's not the way I remember it," she said.

   "Let's not argue," I answered, "this has been too perfect a day to let
any disagreement into it.  I'll start the story and you can jump in and
pick it up at any point you want to."

   "Ummm," she responded, as though I would know what she meant.

   <><><>

   After that first weekend together, when we had slept with each other on
Saturday and Sunday nights, after a weekend when we had made love to each
other with our hands and mouths and bodies but had chosen not to consummate
our relationship, I knew I never wanted to sleep alone again.

   On Monday morning, I had insisted she go with me to my apartment while I
got dressed for work.  She sat on the bed and watched while I shaved.  When
I got dressed, I picked out a suit, shirt, and tie and laid them on the
bed. For the first time, she looked at my clothes and then went to the
closet for another shirt and tie.  When she put them beside my suit on the
bed, I dressed in what she had chosen for me.  It was a simple gesture - a
loving commitment to care for me for the rest of my life - to pick out my
ties.  I knew she had chosen.  I'm sure she didn't hear the thud on the
floor as I dropped all my hesitation and joined with her.

   I insisted she drive my car to work, with me as a passenger, knowing
that we very likely would be seen by one or two acquaintances.  I hadn't
thought we'd be seen arriving together by so many.  After we went through
the door, when we came to the place where we had to go separate ways, I
pulled her to me and kissed her, in plain view of a number of people who
knew us, including my boss, Mr.  Bridges.

   I had hardly gotten settled in my office when I heard my phone ring.  It
was the boss's secretary saying he wanted to see me.

   I walked down to his office, my heart pounding a little, not sure what
his reaction was going to be.  When I walked in his door, he stood up, his
face solemn, and walked toward me.

   "Does that entrance mean what I think it means?" he asked.

   "Yes, it means exactly that!" I answered.

   He stood for a moment, still solemn faced, then broke into a grin, took
a few steps and, I was totally unprepared, embraced me in a back-pounding
bear hug.

   "Sit down, Kieran," he said, and I sat, waiting, while he went back
behind his desk.

   "I know I'm a hard man to work for and I'm not always friendly to you,
but I want you to know a few things," he said.

   I looked at him quizzically.

   "You're probably the best hire I've ever made," he started.  "You're
intelligent, hard working, a self starter, everything I could want you to
be.  But you're also a damn nice young man.  I've heard rumors about you,
that you might be doing some sort of work for the CEO's wife.  It sounds
like great work, if you can get it, but I was hoping you would find a good
woman and settle down with her."

   I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Well, I'll neither confirm
nor deny those rumors.  I haven't heard them.  But I have found the woman I
want to spend the rest of my life with."

   "Good, son," he said, calling me that for the first time.  "I know a
little about her.  Who wouldn't notice her, as beautiful as she is, with
that flaming red hair?  I think I heartily approve.  It won't be any
problem here with the company since you're in different divisions.  There
are only two things I want you to do."

   "You're the boss, Mr.  Bridges," I said.

   "Yes, but this has nothing to do with a boss-employee relationship. 
This has to do with two men.  My wife and I will be inviting the two of you
to our house for dinner one night at your convenience.  My son, Luke, will
be there; he's a fine boy, when my wife will let him be one.  I want you to
invite all three of us to your wedding.  Now get out of here, I've got work
to do."

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   That evening, he waited for me just inside the building, to walk with me
back to the car.  He handed me the keys again.  When we were driving to his
apartment, he told me about his meeting with his boss.

   "He sounds like a nice man," I said.

   "He is," he responded.  "I just didn't expect him to be that nice."

   "You can take care of the dinner date," I said.  "I'll be sure to
remember to send him a wedding invitation, since he's the third one to know
that there will be a wedding."

   "Who are the other two?" he asked, not thinking.

   "Us, dummy," I answered, glancing over at him.

   We were silent for a while and I was wondering why he wanted to go to
his apartment.  I had expected him to go to my place and drop me off first.

   "I need to get enough clothes to wear for the rest of the week.  And
whatever else I'll need.  Would you help me?"

   "You mean you want to stay with me this week?  I thought you wanted to
wait until this weekend?"

   "It may be stupid, but I do want to wait until this weekend, like I've
told you.  I just know I never want to sleep without you again."

   I reached over and squeezed his hand.  "I want that too."

   "Siobhan, I've told you I want to have grandchildren with you.  That
means we've got to have children first.  But maybe not right away.  Have
you been taking your birth-control pills long enough?  Are we safe from the
patter of little feet for a while?"

   "Yes," I answered, "we're safe.  But how long do you want to wait for
the little feet to arrive.  I'm not quite ready for them yet."

   "Neither am I.  I'd like to wait at least a year or so.  After that,
I'll leave it up to you.  It's your body that'll have to carry them; it's
your decision."

   "And after that, you're going to have to carry them for about twenty
years."

   "That's fine with me.  Now let's go get my clothes.  And would you
please make sure I get stuff that coordinates.  I don't want to have to be
running back and forth."

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   We quickly settled into a routine.  Each day, after work, I'd wait for
her or she for me.  One of us would drive to her apartment, stopping along
the way for take out or for groceries so we could cook something.  Once
home, we'd strip down to our birthday suits.  The first night, she gave me
a short robe that matched the one she wore and I kept it handy in case of
an emergency.  We'd eat the take-out food or whatever we had prepared. 
We'd start the dishwasher and then head for the bedroom.

   She always insisted that we shower before we did anything else.  I think
I surprised her that first night by simply laying in the bed, talking to
her for a couple of hours.  When she put her hand on me and slid it down to
my cock, I decided it was time for more than talking.

   Each night was like that.  We ate, talked, made love, and went to sleep
holding each other.  Each time I wanted so much to feel my cock inside her
and to finally know what it was like really making love with her.  But
somehow we put it off until the following Saturday.

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   On Saturday morning, I woke up first, with him still sleeping beside me.
I watched his face, waiting for some sign of awakening.  He continued to
breathe quietly for a few more minutes, so I decided to do something to
awaken him.

   I reached down to his cock, seeing it resting along with his balls on
his leg.  It was swollen, larger than I knew it was when it was totally
soft, the foreskin still covering most of the head with only a small circle
of his glans revealed.  I lifted it with one hand and very softly, very
gently began to slide the skin up and down.  I felt it begin to grow and
harden and, when I looked up, his eyes were open.

   "Good morning," I said.

   "Yes, it is," he said, sleepily, "You've already made it that.  And it's
only going to get better as we go through the day."

   "I'm ready if you are," I told him.

   "No," he said, "I want us to have breakfast together.  I want to shower
and shave and brush my teeth.  You can do what ever you want.  I'll even
let you in the shower with me.  When we're all wide awake and fresh, I'd
like to take you back to bed."

   "And what are we going to do in bed today?" I teased.

   He paused and all traces of sleepiness or of joking faded from his face.

   "We're going to join together as one flesh, Siobhan.  We're going to
become husband and wife.  We're going to commit ourselves to each other for
the rest of our lives.  As far as I'm concerned, we're going to be married
today.  It's what I want."

   I knew it was time for teasing to end.

   "For the rest of our lives.  Children.  Grandchildren.  It's what I want
too, love."

   I felt as though we had just made a marriage vow in some sacred place.
Perhaps we had.

   He seemed content to have my usual breakfast of coffee, juice, muffins,
yogurt, and fruit.  We sat at the table talking for a while until he
finally stood up and held out his hand to me.

   We got in the shower together and, for the first time, I found out how
nice it was to have someone else wash my back.  He even washed between my
buttocks before moving on down my legs.  I turned around to let him wash
the other side.  When he tried to reach down between my legs, I stopped
him.

   "The soap's very mild but I don't like to use it down there.  All I use
is my hand and warm water."

   I quickly found out how different it was to have his hand rubbing around
between my legs.  I spread them further apart and put both hands on his
head.  When he squatted down and bought his face up against me, I tried to
twist my pelvis forward, to make his access easier.  It was an awkward
position and he couldn't get his tongue in the way I wanted it.  I pulled
him up and he grabbed the soapy cloth and began to wash my breasts.  When
he finished, I took the washcloth and made him turn around.

   I scrubbed his back hard, the way I knew he liked it, and washed his
behind the same way he had done me.  I was stooped down washing his calves
when he turned around.  I looked up and saw one big hard erection pointing
upward.  I reached up and held it and kissed him just where his cock and
scrotum meet.  I licked him on his balls and even tried to get one in my
mouth with no success.  Finally, I pulled his cock down, washed it
thoroughly with the soapy cloth and pushed him under the shower to rinse
it. When the suds were washed away, I held it down, leaned forward and took
it in my mouth.  Before he got too carried away with it, I pushed him away
and got out of the shower.

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   There's a natural rhythm to the seasons, a natural rhythm to the tides,
and there's a natural rhythm in making love with a woman.  We were both
fresh and clean from the shower and well rested after sleeping through the
night.  When she said she wanted to change the sheets on the bed I helped
her.  It only took me two tries to find which way the fitted sheet went.

   In bed together, we both lay on our sides, a couple of feet apart,
looking at each other.  I held my eyes on hers, waiting to see whether she
wanted to start something.  At first she only stared back at me.  I
couldn't hold the serious tone any longer; I grinned at her.  She gave me a
beautiful smile in return and said, "Come over here."

   We awkwardly managed to get our arms wrapped around each other.  When I
brought my face to hers, I saw her lips open, knowing what I wanted.  She
welcomed me in an open-mouthed tongue duel again, the sort of foreplay I
had already learned to love with her.  I felt my cock growing erect again
and pressed it against her.  She reached down and brought it upward so that
it was pressed against her stomach.

   In that natural rhythm of making love, time ceases to matter and perhaps
even stops.  Eventually, I pulled away from her mouth and pushed her over
on her back.  When I leaned over her breasts, she cupped them with both
hands, holding them up to my mouth, even though her firm breasts needed no
assistance.  Just as a child will instinctively nuzzle around, find its
mother's nipple, and begin to suck, I felt that same instinctive desire. 
Her breasts were small but beautiful, the nipples erect and standing up to
my lips.  I heard her breathing accelerate and I knew she was as eager as I
was.

   Eventually, again, I moved downward to her stomach, a slightly concave
bowl as she lay on her back.  I lingered for a while on her navel, that
exquisite little oval indentation on her stomach.  I moved down again,
pulling her legs apart so that my face was directly over the beautiful bush
of flaming red hair that I loved so much.  I used my fingers to part it and
to find the lips between her legs.  They were almost closed, revealing very
little of her inner redness.  I teased the lips apart with my fingers and
watched as they unfolded like a flower coming into bloom.  Finally, I
pulled back on the skin around her clitoris, hoping to see it peek out of
its hood.  When it did, I lowered my mouth to it.

   I licked her downward this time, not my favorite way but all I could do
in my position.  Each time I started with her clitoris and licked downward,
between her vaginal lips, teasing them apart.  Soon, I tasted and smelled
the musk of her inner recesses.  I kept at it as long as I could, my cock
close to bursting.  I knew it was time for the final act.

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   When he moved over me, I held out my arms to welcome him.  He held
himself up above me by his arms, his knees resting between my outspread
legs.  The only part of him that touched me was the hard hot flesh between
his thighs.

   "Siobhan, I want our marriage to be like this," he said.  "Let's put it
in together.  You guide it and I'll push."

   I reached down with both hands.  When I pulled down on it, the foreskin
covered the head in a way now familiar to me.  I felt a few drops of his
lubrication ooze out of the slit on the end.  I rubbed it over the head,
pushed the foreskin back, and pulled it toward me.  When the head touched
the open lips of my vagina, I quit pulling and just held it lightly.  He
pushed gently and my lips parted around him and the head of his cock slid
in.

   I wrapped my arms around him, waiting for him to enter me.  He pulled
back slightly and then slowly, slowly slid into me in a series of gentle
pushes.  When I felt the head of his cock reach the depths of my vagina, I
reached up and pulled his head down, welcoming him with open cunt and
mouth. We were joined together for the first time, as one flesh, as husband
and wife, while time ceased to exist.  I knew this was our ceremony; the
next one would be for family and friends.

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   I began the eternal, primeval movements that bring all of us such
pleasure and contentment.  I began slowly, totally lost in the ecstasy of
feeling my flesh immersed in hers, sliding in until the head of my cock
reached the bottom of her cunt and our pubic hairs were matted together,
sliding out until just the end of the head of my cock held open the lips to
her cunt.  I slowed down even more, wanting to savor all the sensations her
cunt was giving to my cock.  I had been waiting for this for weeks or
months, determined to be slow and to revel in pleasure the first time we
were joined.  All too quickly I felt the first faint warnings of an
impending orgasm.  I was torn, wanting to pour myself into her but at the
same time wanting to enjoy being in her longer, savoring my desire for her.

   I don't know where the idea came from.  I rose up slowly on my knees,
keeping my cock in her, with my hands under her body to lift her.  I don't
know where the strength came from to lift my body and hers like that.  With
my cock in her cunt as a pivot point, I somehow raised up with her arms and
legs wrapped around me so that she was lifted totally off the bed.  I
leaned back slightly, trying to find that position where I could
comfortably sustain a delicate balance.  Her legs locked around me behind
my back and her arms wrapped around my neck, both helping to hold her in
that position.  I let out a deep sigh of satisfaction and offered my mouth
to her.  She accepted and we both, I think, closed our eyes.  Our only
movement was in our mouths.  I could not thrust into her and she couldn't
move up and down on my cock.  Slowly I became lost in a sexually-altered
state of consciousness.  The outside world ceased to exist.  Time ceased to
pass.  The only thing I was aware of was the total joining of our bodies,
becoming one flesh at last.

   Eventually muscles tire and cramp.  Time starts up again and movement
resumes.  I lowered her slowly down on the bed until her head was on the
pillow with her arms and legs still around me, my cock still buried in her.
Slowly my hips started moving again.  I moved one hand up to hold her
breast and moved my mouth up to hers.  She moved her hands down to my ass
cheeks and brought her legs up off the bed, bending them back first beside
me and then over my ass.  I realized how much it felt like being home after
a long absence.

   In spite of my best intentions, I began to thrust into her faster,
gradually losing all consciousness of time and place again, lost in the
miracle of loving her.  I realized that I wasn't going to last long at the
pace I was thrusting but I didn't care.  The instinctual need to deposit my
sperm at the mouth of her womb swept me away.  It was only a few minutes
until I felt the first sensations of an impending eruption.  I shoved my
cock in harder and harder, wanting to flood her with my life.  Her
fingernails were digging in on my ass but I felt no pain.  I had given
little regard to her pleasure and so I was surprised when I felt a
contraction around, not in my cock, and realized that it was hers.  That
was the final trigger.  I stopped moving while I spurted out again and
again inside her.  I looked up at her and saw that her head was thrown
back, her eyes closed, a smile or grimace of pure pleasure on her face.  I
knew I loved her and she was finally mine.

   We lay joined together, holding each other as tightly as possible,
coming down from the heights of pleasure, our panting turning into normal
breathing, cooling off from the heat of passion.  After a while she opened
her eyes and looked up at me.

   "Mr.  Stuart," she said, "do you realize that we have just achieved
something that is almost impossible?"

   "And what's that, Mrs.  Stuart?" I asked.

   "We've just had a whopping big simultaneous orgasm the first time we
ever really made love with each other."

   "Would you say we're off to a good start?  I hope to have many more of
the same with you.  Maybe not always simultaneous.  At least close
together. If it's alright with you?"

   I stayed on top of her for perhaps ten minutes more, talking quietly
with her.  I was as pleased as she was at what we had done.  I was also
waiting for my cock to lose its hardness.  When I realized it wasn't going
to get soft, I held her tight and rolled over so that she was on top of me.

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   "I want you on top this time," he said.  "Show me what makes you come.
If you want me to use my fingers, tell me when and how."

   I brought my legs up so that my knees were on each side of him and rose
up over him.  I began slowly to ride him.  His cock was so slippery with my
juices and his semen that I heard squishing noises each time I came back
down on him.  I kept at it until I felt the internal quivers of an orgasm.
I rode harder but the quivers subsided.  Finally I asked him to help with
his hand.

   "Take your thumb and get it slippery down there.  Put it on my little
red pearl and rub it very gently," I whispered.

   He did as I asked and I started riding again.  He tried to keep his
thumb on my clit but it was awkward.  It was enough.  This time when the
quivers started they soon exploded into an orgasm with contractions so
strong that I almost lost consciousness.  When I opened my eyes, he was
watching me.  I lowered my body on his and stretched my legs out beside
his.

   "It's your turn," I said.

   He lifted me at my hips, perhaps six inches above him, and started
thrusting upward into me.  Each time I heard the slapping noises as his
body came in contact with mine and the squishing noises from our combined
juices.  I watched his face as he closed his eyes and his mouth turned from
a smile into clenched teeth and them into a grimace of pain or pleasure.  I
could barely feel his contractions as he came again in the depths of my
cunt.

   When I finally rolled off him, I looked down at his cock, to see if it
had finally gone soft this time.  It was still semi-tumescent, stretched
out on his stomach, glistening with our combined juices.  I noticed that
the base of his cock seemed to be coated with a white foam or froth.  When
I looked down at the open lips of my cunt, I saw the same white coating. 
He saw where I was looking.

   "Do you think that's what porn writers call a cream pie?" he asked.  "I
think some guys are supposed to have a taste for it."

   I was suddenly aware of the aroma of our combined sweat and our mixture
of juices.  When he was pistoning in and out of me for the second time, I
could see the sweat on his forehead and shoulders.  It somehow seemed to
make what we were doing even hotter, more erotic.

   "Come on," he said, holding out his hand to me, "let's go rinse off with
a cool shower and then have something to eat and drink.  I'd like some iced
tea, about a gallon of it."

   After lunch we returned to bed.  This time we simply lay there, holding
hands and talking about our future together.  After an hour or so, I moved
closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder.  I reached down with my
hand and started playing with his cock.  I watched closely as it slowly
became engorged and then began to stiffen.  When it was standing up
straight with my hand wrapped around it, I began to slide my hand up and
down.

   "Don't make me come that way, please?" he asked.  "I want to make love
to you again.  We've only done it in two positions.  I'd like to see how
you're going to like other ones."

   "Just tell me what you want and you'll find out," I responded.

   At his bidding, I got up on my hands and knees and he got behind me.  He
rubbed his cock up and down in the lips of my cunt until he had stirred up
enough lubrication to help him ease it in.  He slowly worked it in and I
groaned as he reached the bottom.

   "I think you're getting it in deeper in this position," I said.  "Take
it easy and don't start banging away at me.  I think it could hurt me if
you don't give me time to open up to you."

   He kept at me, slowly and patiently, until I could finally feel his
thighs pressed against mine, his pubic hair and body pressed against my
ass. Finally he lost control and started pounding into me again.  When he
pulled me against him with his hands, I could feel him coming inside me.  I
was close to orgasm but not quite there.

   When he realized that I hadn't had an orgasm, he quickly flipped me over
on my back.  He moved between my legs and lifted my bottom up toward his
lips.  I started to protest that he would get our juices in his mouth but I
quickly realized that he really didn't care.  He lapped at the outspread
lips of my cunt and at my clitoris for a couple of minutes until I exploded
again.

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   (KIERAN)

   When I put her down, I pushed her up on her left side.  I lay down
behind her and pressed up against her back and butt and legs.  I curled one
arm around her and found her breast with my hand.  We lay like that for a
few minutes and I think we both fell asleep.

   When I woke up later, I found my cock erect again, nestled between her
thighs.  I could feel the wetness of her cunt on my cock.  I wondered if I
could come again, for the fourth time in one day.  I moved down a little
lower on the bed and pushed my cock upward until it slid into the hot wet
furnace of her cunt.  I moved my hand from her breast downward toward her
clitoris.  I found out that I could come one more time.  And she could too.

   We rinsed off in the shower and then, naked, rummaged in the
refrigerator for something to eat.  I was famished and ate two sandwiches
and two pieces of fruit, and drank three glasses of tea.  She didn't try to
match me but from the way she wolfed down her sandwich, I could tell she
was hungry too.

   Again, we returned to the bed.  We held each other and talked for hours,
with only a short break to go pee.  It was almost midnight when we turned
out the light.  I held her for a few minutes, spoon fashion, and then
realized I wanted to do one more thing.  I turned her over on her back,
went down between her legs, and licked her to another orgasm.  When I
finished, she pulled me down on top of her, guided my cock into her, and
shortly made sure I had another one too.

   Five in one day, I thought.  That beats my old record of four in one day
that I set when I was fifteen.  Maybe someday I can try for six.  I turned
over on my side and she spooned up against my back.  When we went to sleep
this time, we slept the sleep of the exhausted until after eight the next
morning.

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   A few weeks later, he talked me into going to meet his parents.  He
promised that no one else would be told we were coming so I wouldn't have
to meet all of them at once.  When he described his parents, the way they
had been with their three children, how loving and honest they had been
with them, I silently wished that they had been my parents and agreed to
go.

   It was an easy drive, less then three hours.  As we rode, he kept
telling me about his parents and about his brother and sister.  He answered
every question I asked and I gradually relaxed and began to feel eager to
meet his parents.

   "We're going to be sleeping in my old bedroom," he said.  "It's down in
the basement.  The house is three stories, or maybe two floors and a
basement.  But the basement covers all of the area under the house.  It's
open to the outside on the downhill side, so there are windows in the room
where my brother and I slept."

   "I thought you said your mother would be putting fresh sheets on the bed
in the guest room," I said.

   "She wanted to, but that's only a regular size bed.  I want to sleep
holding you but that bed's a little small for two to be comfortable - or
active."

   "The basement bed is better?" I asked.

   "Yes," he answered.  "My brother and I talked my Dad into building us a
big room down there.  When Alan was sixteen and I was eleven, we both
wanted a little more privacy than we had upstairs.  I think my Dad
understood that and helped us room off a large area.  We had a big
unenclosed shower down there to wash off when we were grimy from playing or
working on cars.  We didn't have a bathroom down there so we had to go
upstairs to use that - or we could pee down the drain in the shower."

   "And I'm sure that's exactly what you did," I added.

   "Anyway, Mom and Dad have been slowly redoing that room since both Alan
and I left home.  When I told her I wanted to sleep there with you, she
didn't say anything for a minute.  Finally she asked me if we were sleeping
together and then she changed it and asked if we were already lovers.  I
liked the way she put it.  When I told her we were and that it was going to
be a permanent relationship, she told me she was going to make Dad push the
twin beds together and then go help her buy a king size mattress.  She said
the old mattresses already had enough stains on them.  She even told me Dad
wanted to put a television down there for us.  I told her I didn't think
that would be necessary.  She didn't answer for a minute and then she said
that it had been a long time since she and Dad were married, that they
didn't even have a television then, and they'd never been bored."

   "I'm already beginning to love your mother and I've never met her," I
said.

   "You'll love her even more after you meet her, and my father too.  They
really are the best parents I could have ever wanted," he answered.

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   On the ride back Sunday afternoon, she tried to lean over against me. 
The bucket seats and seat belts restricted her that so she contented
herself with putting her hand on my leg, letting it stray up to my cock
enough to keep me as erect as my jeans would permit.  Occasionally she
reached up and touched me on the back of my neck or on my face.

   "I'm beginning to believe we're going to do it," she said.

   "Do what?" I asked.

   "Get married, love each other, have children and grandchildren together,
live a long and happy life."

   "Now what finally convinced you of that?" I asked.  "As far as I'm
concerned, we're already married."

   "I guess your parents helped.  I've never met a more loving couple. 
Married thirty something years, still can't keep their hands off each
other. If they can raise three kids like you and Alan and Kara and still be
as much in love with each other as they are, then we can do it too."

   "When my father asked you if I was any good in bed and I saw the look on
your face, I almost choked to keep from laughing.  That's the way he is."

   "It wasn't funny," she said, "I'd just met him a few hours before and he
was already asking about our sex life."

   "I loved your answer.  What was it?  - that if he knew any other men who
were better, you wanted to be introduced to them before you married me."

   "Well, your mother's comment was just as good - that if you were as good
as your father I'd always be satisfied.  I wondered which way she meant
satisfied."

   "Knowing her, she meant both ways.  Satisfied with me and sexually
satisfied."

   "Well, I was satisfied, both Friday and Saturday night while we were
there.  I wonder why you got at me that way Friday night.  You know I'm not
a yeller or screamer in bed, but I can be pushed to a few loud moans and
groans and a few loud OH YESSSes.  When you got between my legs with your
face and started on me with your tongue and mouth, I wondered if that had
been a boyhood fantasy of yours, to get some girl down there in the
basement and do that to her.  I think I came three or four times before you
finally felt merciful and put it in and began to make love to me."

   "I had lots of good fantasies in that bedroom.  I wish I'd known you
then so I could've included you in them."

   "You might offer to buy something new for them for the bed," she said.
"Those old headboards have a lot of squeaks in them.  They made a lot of
noise while you were pounding away at me."

   "So?" I said.  "My parents knew what we were going to do and even wanted
us to love each other.  There'll never be any shame put on us for doing it
in their house.  My mother might ask you about it the next morning, about
what we did, and whether you enjoyed it.  That's the way she is.  Just
answer her honestly."

   "She already did," she said, "while you were out walking with your
father.  We had a very nice long talk.  She made it clear that your father
is as well endowed as you are and that he's still a good lover.  I made it
clear that you were a great lover too.  I even told her how you loved to
make me come with your tongue and mouth and how you usually wouldn't stop
until I had had a couple of orgasms that way.  She said she always wondered
what Dad taught you and Alan when all of you went fishing and now she
knew."

   "I'm glad I inherited that from him," I joked.  "Are you?"

   "Yes, now see if you can find us some quiet music," she said.  "I'd like
to be quiet and rest for a while before we get home.  I may need a little
rest if you intend to get at me again tonight."

   "One more thing before I do.  Next month, Alan and Kara want to go to
the Cabin in the Woods.  It will be the bunch I told you about, just
families with kids.  Do you want to go?"

   "I'd love to go."

   I put in a CD that I liked.  I knew I was going to get at her again
tonight.  After coming twice Friday night and three times on Saturday, once
in the morning and twice more that night, I decided to do it just once
tonight.  Well, maybe twice.

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   A few weeks later we got off work early on Friday afternoon to go to
Cabin in the Woods.  We had made arrangements with Kieran's brother and his
wife to meet with them at their home, a little over half way, and ride with
them and their children the rest of the way.  Kieran and I both wore shorts
and sandals.  We both had on three pieces of clothing, shorts, underwear,
and a knit shirt; I didn't wear a bra.

   When we arrived at their house, they both came out of the house before
we could get out of the car.  Alan walked straight up to me and enveloped
me in a bear hug that left me breathless.  He turned and did the same to
Kieran.  When he was through hugging, he turned and looked at me.

   "Damn, Kieran," he said, "you've got the second most beautiful woman in
the world to agree to be your wife?"

   My husband punched him on the shoulder and said, "That depends.  Are you
going to tell me who's the most beautiful?"

   Alan's wife, Marie, walked up at that moment and said, "Don't mind them,
they're always like this.  Alan's always saying that I'm the most
beautiful. But after seeing you, I'm not sure he's right.  I'll just
congratulate you both and say, `Welcome to the family'."

   Thirty minutes later we were on our way, talking as though we had always
known each other.  When my husband or maybe my husband-to-be started
revealing intimate details about our relationship, I reached over and put
my hand over his mouth.

   "Don't mind them;" Marie said, "they tell each other everything, and
Kara too.  I've learned to be as open and free about love and sex and
everything else as Alan since we got married.  I do think it's a healthy
sort of family relationship.  I hope you will too when you get married.  Or
is it true that you two already consider yourselves married?  I do hope
you'll have some sort of wedding, whatever you want, because it's a great
occasion for family and friends to celebrate with you."

   "Yes, as far as we're concerned, we're married," I said.  "But there'll
be a ceremony this fall.  Now tell me about this business of nudity and
skinny-dipping.  I'm a little unsure of how that's going to be."

   "Don't worry about it," Marie said.  "Nobody will try to make you join
us.  If you want to keep your clothes on, do it.  I felt the same way when
I was at Cabin in the Woods and it first started.  When the kids started
running around naked and the grown ups started taking their clothes off, I
wanted to do it too.  I wanted to be able to run like the kids, with
nothing on me but the warm air."

   When we reached the property where Cabin in the Woods was located, I was
surprised how far we had to drive on the dirt road through the trees to
reach the cabin.  When we came to the clearing on the hillside where the
cabin was, we were greeted immediately by a crowd of grown ups and
children. One woman broke through the crowd and came to me.  I got another
big hug before she introduced herself as Kara.  She held me at arm's length
for a moment, looking me over, and then leaned forward and kissed me on
both cheeks.

   When she pulled back, I saw tears in her eyes.  I looked at her
questioningly and she said, "I'm just choked up a little.  I do love my
little brother and I've worried about him, whether he was going to find a
good woman and get married.  I hope you're a good one because you're
certainly a beautiful one."

   I thanked her and she introduced me to her husband and children.  When
she started introducing all the others, I laughed and said, "Do you have
name tags for everybody to wear so I can sort them out?" Kara said, "No
name tags.  With a name like Siobhan, you might need one but you'll
eventually get the others straight.  Besides, where would we wear them
tomorrow afternoon?"

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   The evening meal was a raucous chaotic affair as always.  I tried to
stay close to Siobhan to help her get through all the comments about us and
all the confusion.  The kids came up to us and one little girl about eight
asked her, "Can we ask you a question?"

   "Sure, what is it?"

   "We've been talking about your hair.  Some of the kids say it's not a
real color.  Is it your real hair color?"

   We both laughed and I answered for us.  "I assure you; that's her real
hair color.  Tomorrow afternoon, you can see that it's red somewhere else
and that'll prove it."

   "Couldn't she dye that too?" the little girl asked.

   The whole room erupted in laughter and Siobhan's face turned a little
red too.  I leaned over and kissed her on the lips and whispered to her,
"They're wonderful children.  Before the weekend is over, they'll be all
over you, loving you.  Remember the little ones will want you to hold them.
Don't try to hold the oldest boy; you might give him a big problem."

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   After the meal was over, we all sat on the deck outside watching the
day's light fade and darkness descend.  The kids were still running around
outside, yelling and screaming.  Finally, Kara and her husband went to the
deck railing and called out to them to come inside.

   Kara walked over to us and said, "We run an assembly line for the
youngest kids to give them a bath.  They may not seem dirty but they can
get chiggers or ticks in the woods so we have to wash and inspect them
rather closely.  What do you want to do: wash, dry, get them into their
pajamas, or get them settled for the night?"

   I looked at Kieran for advice.

   "I've never washed them before," he said.  "I've dried and put their
nightclothes on and read to them to get them settled.  If you'd like, we
can wash.  Kara and her husband will help.  But we'll be naked in the
shower with them and the kids.  Is that OK with you?"

   Kara said, just to me, "He's trying to break you in gradually to the way
we do around here.  When you see everybody naked tomorrow, it won't be as
hard to join in."

   She held out her hand to me and I got up.  Her husband and mine stood
too.  We had to chase some of the little ones down to get them down to the
basement to the shower room.  Once there, everybody started taking his or
her clothes off.  I looked at my husband and he smiled and pulled his shirt
over his head.  I did the same and when he pulled off his shorts and
underwear, I followed his lead.

   I noticed that Kara's husband tried not to look directly at me so I
called his name and asked him, "How do we do this?"

   He grinned at my invitation to look.  "We get them all naked, turn the
showers on and get them all wet, and then we turn the showers off and scrub
them with a cloth and soap," he said.  "Then we rinse them off and inspect
them for ticks.  They're a little bit of a problem here in the woods.  The
older kids can wash themselves but we usually look them over too."

   I looked at the oldest boy and girl, both in their early teens, already
sporting a good growth of pubic hair.  And the oldest boy was sporting
something else - a good-sized erection.

   When Kara saw where I was looking, she said, "Don't be uncomfortable
with that.  Mike gets a hard-on all the time.  He takes it off in the woods
and leaves it.  We've taught them how natural it is and the other kids
don't seem to have any problem with it."

   She said to the boy, "Mike, what brought that up tonight?" and he
answered, "I've never seen a woman with such red hair before." We all
laughed, including Mike.

   There were four showerheads but we only used two, working as husband and
wife teams.  As we washed and inspected the kids, we passed them on to
another set of parents who were waiting with a stack of towels.  They then
went up the stairs, beautiful little butts showing.

   Kara said, "Their parents will get them ready for bed.  Some of the kids
will want pajamas or a nightshirt.  Some will sleep in the nude.  Somebody
upstairs is already getting out the foam pads for them to sleep on and
arranging their sleeping bags.  If you want, you can read to them."

   "I'd love to read to them; will you help?" I asked, looking at Kieran.
He nodded.

   "We'd better get our shower then, and make sure you get wet, turn the
shower off, soap down and then rinse off.  We have solar-heated water here
and we never know when it will run out with this crowd.  Afterwards you can
go upstairs naked or, if you wish, you can put your clothes back on."

   The four of us got in the shower together and I found that I was able to
relax and not worry about being naked with two other people.  When we dried
off, I put my clothes back on and the others did the same.

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   After our shower, Siobhan and I put our clothes back on and went
upstairs to read to the kids.  I knew what would happen when we finished
but I didn't tell her.  I don't think she even noticed that all the other
grownups were out on the deck.

   When we were finished, we went outside with the others.  The deck was in
darkness except for a little light from inside the cabin.  Some of the
husbands and wives were around a table, hiding it from our sight.  The
second my wife came out, they moved aside and revealed a table set up with
champagne and glasses.  Alan and Kara had already opened some of the
bottles.  They poured champagne into the glasses and then they each brought
one to Siobhan and me.  The others picked up their glasses and Alan gave a
toast that started with "Welcome to the family".  I think my wife was
almost ready to cry when I hugged her.

   After that, we were escorted to the round stairwell that led to the one
upstairs bedroom.  When we started climbing the stairs, every one cheered,
even the kids who were awake, and they didn't stop until we closed the door
to the bedroom.

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   We finished our combined story five nights after we started, in bed with
each other, cuddled together.  Both of us were somewhat on the subdued
side, remembering what our earliest days had been like.  I wondered if
either of us would have wanted to swap the contentment and happiness we had
now for the excitement we had then.

   "Has it really been so long ago," Siobhan asked, "almost nine years
since we first met?"

   "Yeah, it's been that long.  But I don't want to go back and be the way
I was then."

   "You don't want to be twenty-five again, seducing a younger woman into
marrying you?"

   "No," I answered, "I don't want to be that age again.  I'll always say I
loved you with all my heart when we got married.  I've learned how to love
even more since then.  You've taught me.  Kavan and Arial and even Kerry
have taught me.  I wouldn't give up being part of one flesh with you.  And
seeing our life blended in our kids, that's a miracle to me."

   "They may be a miracle to you," she said, "but I had to explain
something about how that miracle happens this afternoon while you were at
work."

   "Oh," I said, "what have they asked you about now?"

   "Kavan and Arial came to me and asked when you were going to make love
to me again.  I tried to explain that we didn't do that on any sort of
schedule.  I told them we did it every two or three days most of the time
but sometimes we waited longer.  I didn't tell them I was out of action for
a few days each month.  I didn't think they'd understand menstruation."

   "Well," I said, "that sounds like the right way to tell them, as much as
they want to know but nothing beyond what they can understand."

   "Yes, but that's not all they wanted to know.  Kavan asked me if we'd
let them know when we did it again so they could watch.  Arial laughed and
said `Yeah, that's funny.'"



   Chapter Four

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 33 in story, 26 in flashback; Siobhan
Stuart, 32 in story, 25 in flashback; Kavan Stuart, 6 in story; Arial
Stuart, 5 in story; Kerry Stuart, 5 months in story

   TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart

   (KIERAN)

   "Dad, what's `fuckin' around' mean?" Kavan asked in a loud voice.

   I had showered with him and Arial while Siobhan got Kerry ready for
sleep.  I was sitting on the commode, still naked, while I dried Arial's
hair.  She was standing in front of me between my widespread knees, facing
me, still naked and warm and fresh from the shower.  I had the hairdryer in
one hand and a brush in the other, drying and untangling her golden
silk-like hair.

   I had the lid of the commode down and my dick and balls were right in
front of Arial.  She was looking down at them and giggling and reaching out
with one little finger to touch my dick.  I was pretending to swat her hand
away.

   The shower was easily large enough for the two kids and me and they
loved to shower with me.  I usually shampooed their hair first, then
scrubbed their bodies, and then let them play while I took my bath.  I'd
been trying to get them to learn to wash themselves and they would do a
halfway decent job on their front and leave the back to me.  Almost every
time Kavan washed his little sprout, he'd pull back his foreskin and rub it
with the soapy cloth until he got an erection.  I always told him to wash
behind his ears and he knew I meant to skin his dick back and wash under
his foreskin.

   Arial usually enjoyed his performance.  She was even learning to wash
between her legs and I suppose I was glad.  I felt guilty somehow if I
washed her there and she seemed to enjoy it too much.  Funny, it didn't
bother me if Kavan loved me to touch his genitals but I was uncomfortable
when Arial did too.

   Tonight, the two little trouble-makers had wanted to bathe me.  I sat on
the shower floor while they shampooed my hair, hoping I'd still have hair
when they finished.  They weren't too rough on my face except for getting
soapsuds up my nose.  They made me lift my arms and they each scrubbed one
with a soapy cloth and then moved down on my chest.

   When they told me to stand up, I thought I'd better finish but they'd
insisted.  I should have known what they'd try to wash first.  Arial
wrapped her little hand around my dick and told Kavan to wash behind my
ears.  I couldn't help but grin when he wrapped his hand around it too,
slid the foreskin back, and they both started giggling.  After a minute or
two, they both dropped their soapy cloths as well as any pretense of just
washing and used their hands on my dick and my balls.

   I almost stopped them when I started to get an erection but then I
decided to let them do what they wanted to.  Siobhan and I'd talked more
than once and concluded that we'd try to be honest with them when it came
to anything sexual.  And so I let them see what a man's penis looked and
felt like when it was hard.  Besides, I was having as much fun as they
were. When it was pointing outward and upward, I moved under the shower and
rinsed it off and then let them get a good look at it.  Kavan said "Wow"
and Arial echoed him, "Yeah, wow." I chased them out of the shower and then
turned the water on cold for a few seconds to get rid of it.

   I dried myself while they both struggled with towels and then I finished
drying them and the floor.  Arial knew the routine so she moved between my
legs when I reached for the hairdryer and brush.  When I made a circular
motion with my finger, she turned around with her back to me.

   Kavan was sitting beside the bathroom sink, up on the counter, still
naked, his legs bent knees upward, elbows resting on knees, hands cradling
his face.  He looked like a leprechaun with red spikes from the gel I'd let
him rub on his hair.  Between his thighs, his little sprout was still
distended from the scrubbing he'd given it when the three of us were
showering.  His little pouch with two marbles was hanging loose between his
thighs.

   Arial seemed to be staring at Kavan's display of his male equipment.  I
gently slapped her on her beautiful little butt and she turned and flashed
a smile at me.  The slap was my routine signal that I was through with her
hair and she could go help her mother get Kerry to sleep.  I assumed
Siobhan was giving him his usual nightly feeding.  Kavan and Arial loved to
sit and watch Kerry nurse at their mother's breasts.  Of course, I did too.
I knew I'd miss it when she weaned Kerry.  Some nights, if he didn't fall
asleep while nursing, Siobhan would let Arial hold him and rock him to
sleep.  She skipped out of the bathroom.

   "Where did you hear that, Son?" I asked, when she was gone.

   "Jimmy said it.  He said his Mom and Dad were screaming at each other.
She said his Dad was fuckin' around with another woman and she was going to
kill him."

   That wasn't exactly news to me.  Jimmy was a neighborhood kid Kavan
played with occasionally.  Jimmy's parents were well known to have a
troubled marriage and Siobhan had told me she'd heard rumors of infidelity.

   "Fucking is a word some people use to describe what a man and a woman do
when they make love with each other, Son," I said.  "When you and Arial
came in our bedroom a couple of months ago, you saw me and your mother
making love.  I explained it to you then.  It's what we do when we want to
show our love for each other.  Some people call it fucking but I don't
think that's a good word for it."

   "When you had your dick in Mom's pussy - that's fucking?" he asked,
still with brows wrinkled in confusion.

   "When you asked your Mom about it I think you asked why I had my penis
in her vagina," I said.

   "Yeah, I know.  I just get confused sometimes.  I don't understand why
I'm s'posed to call it her `gina.  You said it was OK to call it a pussy or
a cunt sometimes too."

   "And your penis is a dick and a peter and a prick and a cock and lots of
other names too," I added.  "I don't know why it's called by so many names,
Kavan.  Your knee's always your knee.  It doesn't make sense to me either."

   He giggled.  "And sometimes you call it my sprout."

   "And it's your spout when you pee," I said.  "Like the spout on Mom's
teapot."

   He giggled again and then the frown returned.  "So if Jimmy's Dad is
fuckin' around with another woman, he's putting his dick in another woman's
pussy, not just in Jimmy's Mom's pussy?"

   "Yes, if he's actually fuckin' around, that's what he's doing."

   "And she might kill him for doing it?"

   I didn't like the way our conversation was going but I thought it best
to keep on being as honest as possible with him.

   "No, I don't think she really meant that.  She'll be very angry and hurt
but I don't think she'll kill him.  Sometimes it destroys the love that two
people have for each other.  Sometimes it causes them get a divorce and
they separate and go different ways."

   He sat on the counter, elbows on raised knees, looking at me.  I sat on
the commode, elbows on knees, leaning forward, looking at him.  I wondered
why he seemed to be so troubled by what he'd heard.

   "Are you fuckin' around with another woman, Dad?" he asked finally.

   I smiled at him, realizing what was bothering him.

   "No, Son, I'm not.  You know I always try to be honest with you, don't
you?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, since the first day I saw your Mother, I've never made love to
any other woman.  I love her too much to hurt her, Son."

   He sat looking at me again, not saying anything, just looking, and I
wondered what he was thinking about.

   "Please don't do anything to hurt her, Dad," he said.  "I love both of
you.  I don't want you to `vorce from her."

   I held out my arms to him.  He slid down and almost threw himself at me.
I wrapped my arms around him.

   "Son," I whispered in his ear, "I made a commitment to your Mother
before we got married.  I promised to love her for the rest of my life, to
have children and grandchildren with her.  Trust me.  She's given me three
children.  I'll still be with her when you and Arial and Kerry make her a
grandmother."

   He gave a big satisfied sign and wrapped his arms tighter around my
neck.

   <><><>

   It was my favorite time of the day - any day - when all three kids were
in bed for the night and Siobhan and I were alone with each other.

   I was stretched out on the bed still naked, watching her, propped on
pillows, my hands resting on my stomach, my dick resting on my balls which
were cradled by my thighs, my ankles crossed.

   Siobhan was still naked too, brushing that glorious red hair of hers. 
It was cut much shorter now than it was when we married but it was still
beautiful.  Sometimes I loved to brush it for her; sometimes I loved just
to watch her do it.  She finally managed to restore order to chaos and get
the tangled strands to fall in soft natural curls.  With her arms lifted,
her breasts were raised and as beautiful as ever to me, even if the
strawberry nipples were darker now.  Her breasts were larger and heavier,
now that she was nursing Kerry, and faintly laced with blue veins.  The
hair on her mound was curly too, especially when untrimmed.  Tonight, I
could see two round curls, almost circular, on each side.  I loved to use
my thumbs to part the red hair down there so I could get my tongue in her.
She put down the brush and reached for the nursing bra that she wore at
night, with pads inside to catch any overflow.

   "Could you wait a while to put that on?" I asked.

   She looked at me, a touch of a smile on her lips.  "What do you want,
little boy?" she asked.  "I don't think Kerry left you anything tonight."

   "That's OK.  I'm glad he's got such a good appetite.  I'm hungry for
something else."

   "Oh, what's that?"

   "Come to bed and I'll show you."

   "Did the kids get you all hot and bothered in the shower?"

   "She told you?"

   "Yes."

   "Is it OK?  I feel kind of guilty letting them see me and touch me like
that."

   "It's OK.  They saw it a couple of months ago anyway, when they caught
us making love.  They seem comfortable when we're all naked together.  If
it's OK for them to see your dick when it's soft, I don't see what it'll
hurt if they see it hard once in a while."

   "I think it's going to be a little difficult to raise these kids," I
said, "letting them see us naked and trying to be honest about sex.  It
seemed like it would be so simple when we first got married."

   "Did Kavan ask you what `fucking around' meant?" she asked.

   "Yeah, he did.  Did you put him up to it?"

   "Not really.  He asked me when we came back from the playground.  I
didn't want to answer him in front of Arial so I told him to ask you."

   "Well, he asked it in front of Arial anyway.  I waited until she left
before I answered him."

   "Why did he want to know?  Where'd he hear something like that?"

   I told her about my conversation with Kavan and how I'd tried to handle
the situation, assuring him that I wasn't fucking around too.

   "What he really wanted was assurance that you'd be here for him, you
know.  He probably thought that if Jimmy's father got killed for it, you
would too if you were doing it.  He wanted to know you wouldn't be killed
and he would always have you for love and security."

   "You're probably right.  Anyway, I think he understands I'll never fuck
around with another woman as long as I live."

   "Don't say that, Kieran.  If something happened to me, I'd want you to
find another woman.  I wouldn't want you to have to live alone, especially
if the kids were young."

   "Don't even talk about something happening to you.  I don't want to
think about that," I said.  "I made a commitment to you and I don't intend
to break it."

   "Kieran, we made a commitment to love each other, to have kids and then
grow old together, and watch our kids give us grandkids.  I don't expect
you to have sex with nobody but me for the rest of your life, especially if
I'm not around."

   "Oh, you're going to bring me home an eighteen-year old girl some day, a
cute little virgin, and let me teach her how to make love?"

   "Sure, when you bring me an eighteen-year old boy virgin and I get to
teach him?"

   "Damn, would you really do it?"

   "I don't know, Kieran.  Let's quit being silly."

   The thought of teaching an eighteen-old virgin about sex must have
registered with my dick.  It began to swell and elongate on my thigh.  I
suppose Siobhan saw the change.

   She looked at my face, then downward at my cock, and then back at my
face.  "Do you remember what it was like the first year or two we were
married, before I got pregnant with Kavan?" she asked.  "When I used to
wear that night-gown, that ivory-colored one you liked so much, and you'd
get so serious when you took it off me?"

   "Yes, I remember.  It was always the same.  I always felt like you were
too beautiful and I didn't deserve you and my heart would almost beat out
of my chest when I was getting you naked."

   "And now it's just the same old woman every night, isn't it?" she asked.
She was grinning and I knew she was teasing me.  She could never be like
the same old woman to me.

   "I remember one special time," I said, "when we came back from my
uncle's funeral.  When we got home, I wanted you so much.  I don't know
what I've have done if I couldn't have made love with you."

   "Do you remember what I told you just before we went to sleep?"

   "Yes, especially that," I said.

   "That was when you told me about your most memorable sexual experience,
wasn't it?" she asked.  "Was it really that memorable?"

   "Yes, it was.  Time doesn't dim some memories.  I remember it well."

   She smiled.  She knew where that line came from.  We'd seen the movie
together before we married.  I loved all the old movie musicals and Gigi
was one of my favorites.

   <><><>

   Before we married, I tried to imagine what our life together might be
like.  Now, a year later, the reality of it was so much more than I ever
imagined it would be.  I never ceased to marvel at what my life was like.
Simply getting ready for bed with her was always wonderful.  Then being in
bed....

   "Kieran, would you tell me a bedtime story?" Siobhan asked.  "Tell me
about the most memorable sexual experience you've ever had."

   She was in an ivory-colored nightgown, brushing her hair, that beautiful
red hair, before coming to bed.  Her hair had been long since I had first
met her, down to her shoulder blades on her back, down to her breasts in
front.  Whenever she wanted to cut it short, I pleaded with her to keep it
long.  I promised to shampoo it and then brush it whenever she wanted.  She
soon learned how erotic the experience was for me.

   She turned to look at me.  Her face was beautiful even with a dusting of
freckles all over, lightest on her forehead and heaviest on her cheeks and
nose.  She wore makeup at work to cover the freckles.  She left it off when
she was alone with me.  I always felt privileged to see her real beauty; I
couldn't understand why she covered it up from others.

   She saw me looking at her face and opened her red lips in a smile.  I
could never understand why she put on lipstick whenever we went out
together.  More and more she was willing to wear just a light gloss with
little or no color in it.  None was needed.  Her smile always revealed her
upper teeth.  She thought her two front teeth were too large and made her
look like a rabbit.  I thought they were perfect for her beautiful mouth.

   She pursed her lips, like a rabbit, and I smiled at our private joke. 
Her eyes were sparkling as usual.  I could never decide whether they were
more blue or more gray.  The color seemed to change depending upon the
light or upon her mood.

   When she came out of the bathroom, I was stretched out of the bed,
wearing just short pajamas that I knew would probably end up under the bed
again.  Before she put on her nightgown, she stood in glorious nudity and
lifted her arms to her hair.  While I watched, she used a small towel to
dry it.  Her breasts, uplifted by the movement, were small soft mounds so
perfect there was no crease underneath them.  The small circles capping
them were the same color as her lips.  The pointed peaks were always an
invitation to my lips.  I could never understand why she felt her breasts
were too small.  They were a perfect fit for my mouth and hands.

   While she stood like that, arms up, hands on her hair, I enjoyed my
visual feast.  Her hip measurement was more than her breast measurement and
she had complained once that her butt was too big.  All I saw was a woman,
with wider hips to give birth to our children.  The hair on her Mound of
Venus was the same fiery red as that on her head.  It always seemed to curl
from each side toward the middle.  I teased her that it was trying to cover
up the place where she kept her pearl.  She knew I could part it with my
tongue and find her pearl anyway.

   I offered no protest when she put on her nightgown.  I knew I'd have the
pleasure of taking it back off shortly.  She sometimes put it back on
during the night.

   I waited for her to let me help in completing her nightly ritual.  She
turned on her hair dryer and tossed her red mane around in the stream of
air.  When she stopped and asked me the question, I knew what my reply
would be.  I watched until she stopped and brought me her hairbrush.  It
was what I had been waiting for.

   More and more she was comfortable with us together in the nude.  We
spent part of each weekend without clothes, reading together, doing
crossword puzzles, listening to music.  I especially liked it when we could
act like two monkeys, as she called it, and groom each other.  I learned to
shave her legs.  She learned to scrub my back and help me get rid of the
occasional clogged pores that had plagued me there since puberty.  I
learned to shampoo her hair and then blow it dry while brushing it.

   On one hand, I wanted her to be so comfortable with me that she'd never
bother with clothes when we alone together.  On the other hand, I loved the
pleasure of putting one hand under her nightgown and exploring her body
before I finally removed the gown.  I think she was the same way with me.
She loved to play with my cock and balls while they were covered by my
shorts.  She always acted surprised when she found something big and hard
sticking out.

   "I can't think of the one that's the most memorable, Siobhan," I finally
answered.  "There've been so many.  So many women.  I don't know how to
choose," I teased.

   "Could I encourage you?  If I promise to give you something in return?
Like an even more memorable experience?"

   "Well, once when I was a young man, I spent an afternoon making love, or
perhaps I should call it lust, with a woman who was just as hungry for me
as I was for her.  Would you like to hear that one?"

   "Is there lots of sex in it?"

   "Sure.  It couldn't be memorable if it didn't have lots of sex in it."

   <><><>

   We were already lovers before that afternoon.  But we hadn't made love
for almost two weeks.  We had just made a long tiring trip together.  With
her period and the funeral, neither of us was in the mood.

   As we entered the house, the summer air was hot and humid, awaiting the
coming of an afternoon thunderstorm.  The windows were down and the door to
the bedroom was closed.  I left the door open and raised the windows,
trying to catch some movement of the air.  I could have turned on the air
conditioner but I wanted to hear and see the storm when it broke.

   We were both tired and hot from the trip.  I could feel a small trickle
of sweat running down the hollow of my back until it disappeared into my
pants.  I could see a faint, moist sheen on her face.

   She stood at the foot of the bed, looking around with obvious relief,
just to be alone at last.  With both hands, she pulled the comforter off
the bed, leaving only the pillows on the cool cotton sheets.

   I went toward her and cupped my hands around her face and kissed her, an
open-mouthed, wet kiss, feeling the first faint rousing of desire.  She put
her arms around my waist, her hands curling around to my buttocks, pulling
my crotch close against hers.  I knew that here in this bed, in the space
we were going to make sacred with our love, every thing was going to be
perfect.

   I unbuttoned her shirt and stripped it and her brassiere off her.  She
kicked her shoes into a corner.  As she bent to unbuckle her belt, her hair
fell down over her naked breasts, a tangle of curly red hair against the
cream-colored mounds of her breasts.  Something about the movement, the
bent head, her hands loosening the tightness around her waist, unzipping
her pants, went right to my brain or perhaps my groin.  I pulled her pants
and underwear down together, and she stepped out of them.

   I went down on my knees in front of her, burrowing my head in her belly,
moving toward the red triangle between her thighs, licking her and kissing
her.

   "I can't wait for it any longer," she whispered.  She was holding my
head, pressing me against her and then pushing me back.  "Come.  Get in the
bed with me," she said.

   I had my own clothes off in a second.  I pushed her back on our bed, so
that she was lying at the very foot of it.  I pulled her legs apart and
looked at her naked vulva and the way it was breathing, moving, the golden
red hair on the mound above shining, the pink lips below glistening.  She
put her fingers there and pulled her cunt open for me.

   "Why do you look at me like that?" she said.  "I haven't had time to
shave between my legs in the last month.  I'm all hairy down there."

   "Yes, you are, and, damn, I do love it.  You're always beautiful to me.
Even your hairy cunt."

   Looking at her, my cock was hard almost instantly.  I stood over her,
holding it with one hand, slowly stroking it, while she looked at it
hungrily.

   "I want you inside me." she said.  I looked at her face and it seemed
for a second too exquisite to be human, just as her cunt seemed too savage,
too animalian, too secretly different from all the rest of her to be human.
We moved back on the bed together, rolling over, kissing and rubbing
against each other naked.

   I went down on her again, spreading her legs wide.  This time she didn't
resist but she couldn't keep still.  She started thrashing under me.  I was
licking and kissing and driving my tongue into her cunt, drenched in her
clean, salty smell, parting the silky red hair and licking the pink inner
lips and the hard bump of her clitoris, until she was going absolutely
crazy.  She pulled at me again, and told me to get on top of her.

   I turned around and changed our positions, with her on top of me, with
her vagina only inches away from my mouth.  I felt her mouth take hold of
my cock, sucking strong and passionately.  One of her hands was cupped
around my testicles and the other around the base of my cock, while her
mouth moved up and down on the head.  She pulled down on the skin around
the base, putting an exquisitely-painful tension on the head when she
sucked on it.  My cock seemed to me to be larger than ever before, almost
bursting with the blood being pumped into it.  She took my cock deep into
her mouth, almost into her throat, and I wondered how much of it she could
get into her.  As if she had read my thoughts, she lowered her head once
again, taking it deeper than before, and gagged as the head went into the
back of her throat.  She stopped moving for a moment, breathing deeply, and
then resumed, this time taking less of it into her mouth.  But she quickly
found a way to make her efforts even more unbearable.  She began to suck
strongly on the head of my penis with each upstroke, bringing her tongue
into contact with the sensitive glans, sliding her tongue around and around
the rim each time her mouth left my cock.

   I plunged into her cunt, stroking the depth of it with my tongue, really
wet with her, saturated with her.  With my tongue pressed flat against her,
I licked the soft inner lips of her vagina, smelling and tasting each time
the fragrance of her secretions.  With my tongue pointed, I sought out the
hard protrusion of her clitoris and circled it again and again.  I even
stuck my tongue out as far as possible, using it like a small penis, to
penetrate her.  At first she held herself above me and I had to bend my
neck, bringing my lips and tongue into contact with her.  But as I
continued, she seemed to relax, to melt, to flow downward onto me until my
head was resting on the bed and her vagina and thighs pinned me there.

   I felt that I had entered an altered state of consciousness, a state of
such sexual arousal that I knew I couldn't endure it much longer.  My heart
was pounding and I was breathing in huge gasps each time I took my mouth
away from her.

   Suddenly, I felt her hips thrust against me, her delicious little cunt
contracting, this little mouth of hers shuddering over my mouth, her whole
body burning up.  It went on and on, and I could hear her moaning as she
sucked harder on the glans of my cock.  She came with a chain reaction of
contractions and I knew I was on the verge of coming too.

   Quickly, she reversed her position and, with strength I would not have
believed possible, yanked me on top of her.  She pulled my face to hers,
her open mouth seeking mine.  My face was covered with a mixture of her
lubrication, my saliva, and our sweat.  Her lips felt bruised and swollen.

   She reached down between our bodies, groping for my cock.  She held the
wet head against the opening into her and it seemed that her cunt somehow
sucked my cock completely into her.  I savored the feeling for a moment or
two, knowing that at any moment I was going to explode inside her.  I
withdrew until the head of my cock was just inside her and then returned it
to the depths.  Quickly, I lost all consciousness of restraint, plunging
into her with long, hard strokes, feeling my orgasm build and grow within
me.  When I came, the instinctive need to deposit my semen as deeply as
possible took control.  As I poured out spurt after spurt deep within her,
I ground my pubic bone against hers, my balls against her ass-cheeks,
trying with some desperate need to push my whole self into her.

   About mid-afternoon, I awoke slowly, uncertain about what had brought me
out of a deep sleep.  We were still laying side by side, like nested
spoons, both naked, in the center of the bed, as we were when we had gone
to sleep.  Her buttocks were pressed tight against my stomach and my arm
curved around her waist, my hand holding her breast.  Our bodies, wherever
they touched, were moist with sweat.

   I was not surprised to wake with an erection; it happened often at night
and early in the morning.  But this time, my erection was held between her
thighs, warm and moist except for the head, which protruded further.

   As I became more alert, I realized that something, some action or touch
had awakened me.  My curiosity was aroused.  Whatever it was, it had
stopped.  I lay quiet for a few minutes, waiting, pretending to be still
asleep.

   Then I felt her touch, so soft as to be almost not there.  Her finger
brushed against the head of my penis as she slid it into the space between
her cunt and my cock.  I could tell from the touch that she had inserted
her finger deep enough into herself to reach the lubrication there.  She
withdrew it and then moved it in a slow circular pattern around her
clitoris.  Then, still slick with the lubrication, she reached down to my
penis, to the very sensitive area just under the head and repeated the same
slow circular rubbing.  She repeated the pattern: inserting one finger for
lubrication, rubbing her sensitive spot, then mine.  Again.  And again.  I
felt as though I had discovered some deep private secret of hers and my
cock became even harder, throbbing with each beat of my heart.  I wondered
if she knew I was awake while she did this.  And then I realized that she
either knew or wanted me awake, that she wanted me again with a sexual
hunger as great as my own.

   "I want to fuck you," I whispered into her ear.  "I didn't say I wanted
to make love to you or with you.  All I said was that I want to fuck you.
It's what I want.  And it's fucking, not making love, that I want.  This
time I don't care what you want.  If you get yours, that's all gravy.  But
what I want is my meat and potatoes."

   She pressed her soft buttocks against my stomach and took hold of my
erection with her hand, stroking gently.  I pulled away from her.

   "Turn over on your stomach and put your ass in the air.  I want to fuck
you from behind."

   She rolled over on her stomach, her face hidden in the pillow, but with
her legs tight together.  I realized then that she might have misunderstood
my intentions.

   "Don't be afraid.  The only thing I want is my cock in your cunt, as
hard, as long, and as deep as I can get it."

   She slowly began to lift the middle part of her body, keeping her head
on the pillow, spreading her legs wide, exposing herself to me as never
before.  Her soft rounded buttocks separated, revealing the puckered
opening there and the fine red hairs there and around the sides of her
vagina.  The late afternoon sun poured through the open window onto our bed
and over us, directly onto the offering she was making to me.  The opening
into her looked small, as though it would be unable to hold my cock.

   I quickly moved behind her.  With my left hand, I held her by her hip.
With my right hand, I encircled my penis and stroked it toward the head a
few times.  A drop or two of clear lubrication came out and I rubbed it
over the head with my finger.  I milked it again and again, until the head
of my penis and part of the shaft was slippery all over.  Only then did I
move against her and place the head against the small opening to her
vagina.

   I pushed just the head of my cock into her and was instantly seized with
an awareness of the heat and wetness and smoothness of the living flesh,
which seemed to swallow it so eagerly.  She held herself absolutely still,
awaiting whatever I wished to do.  Very slowly, gently, I began to slide
just the head into and out of her, penetrating just a couple of inches,
teasing her with it, to see when she would ask for more.  She seemed
frozen, locked in a state of tension, waiting for something to break.  When
I felt the first strong contraction of her orgasm on the head of my cock, I
knew what she had been waiting for.  I held myself still, with just the
head inside her, and I rode out the succession of contractions that
gradually weakened and died away.  At the end, she felt more open, more
relaxed to my penetration.  I waited for her next move.

   It wasn't long before she leaned back a little against me, so that my
penis slid deeper into her.  I resumed my slow gentle strokes and, little
by little, I began to work it into her.  I could feel the deeper recesses
open and with each stroke a little deeper than the last I buried my cock in
her.  But before the last inch of the shaft was hidden, she seemed to pull
away, to moan as the head pushed against her deepest recesses.

   "Does it hurt you?" I asked.

   "No, it feels too damn good.  But I think you've hit bottom." Her answer
was muffled by the pillow where she still rested her head.

   "I'll be slow and easy.  But I'm telling you now that I don't want to
stop until it's in so deep that you can't tell which one of us the balls
grow on."

   I began to use long strokes, sliding it out until just the end of the
head held the lips of her cunt slightly parted, and then sliding it in
until I felt the resistance at the deepest end.  Each stroke seemed to gain
a fraction of an inch and to bring forth a low moan from her.  Gradually I
could feel her cunt loosening and opening and swallowing everything I could
give her.

   So at last I came to the goal I wanted, my stomach against her buttocks,
the front of my thighs against the back of hers, my balls so close to her
that I could feel them against the soft mounds on each side of her cunt. 
She reached back with one hand, holding my testicles, holding me immobile,
with my cock buried to the depths in her.  With the other hand, she began a
series of circular motions, around and around on her clitoris, bumping the
shaft of my penis on each stroke.  I felt another succession of
contractions as she came again.

   I said, "Now I'm going to fuck you."

   <><><>

   Afterwards, I found cold beer in the refrigerator for both of us.  I
drank one bottle, standing beside the bed, without putting it down.  Lying
in bed, she drank hers slowly, never as fond of it as I was, but grateful
for the cold wetness.  I opened a second for me and crawled into our bed
with her again.

   I lay flat on my back, propped up by pillows, beside her.  We were both
damp with sweat.  I reached out with one hand, covering the soft mound of
hair between her thighs, my index finger seeking out the opening into her.
She was wet and slippery with the combination of our secretions.  My finger
slid easily into her.  She was as hot and juicy as I had ever felt her.

   "You had better stop before you start something you can't finish," she
said.

   "I'll stop when you tell me you've had enough.  I guess I was a little
crazy when I finally got it all the way into you.  I wanted to split you
wide open and at the same time I didn't want to hurt you.  I've never seen
my cock buried in your cunt like that, from behind.  It stretches you so
wide, I know it must hurt, but all I want is to get it in deeper."

   "Don't worry about hurting me.  If you're slow and gentle like you were
this afternoon, I can hold anything you want to give me."

   She reached out her hand, playing with my balls, holding my cock.  It
was completely soft now, and it seemed swollen, almost bruised, and tender
to her touch.

   We lay like that, playing with each other, slowly drinking beer.  I
could smell the combined scent of my semen and her secretions.  The smell
was like some fresh green plant or fruit, slightly repelling and at the
same time appealing.

   When I finished the second beer, I knew I had to relieve a full bladder.
Her hand, still toying with me, had combined with the beer, to cause my
cock to swell to a half-hard erection.

   "I've got to piss," I said.  "I think you had better stop playing with
that so I can use it for its other purpose.

   I rolled off the bed and started for the bathroom.  I was surprised when
she followed me.  We had both generally been relaxed and casual about
relieving ourselves.  But those were times when one was in the bathroom
shaving or something and the other wanted to pee.  This time, she followed
me and leaned against the sink while I stood, legs apart over the toilet.

   In spite of the pressure from all the beer, I couldn't start.  I didn't
know if it was from the half-hearted erection I had, since I usually
couldn't urinate until it was relatively soft, or if it was a case of
bashful kidneys, an inability to start if someone was watching.

   She saw my discomfort but waited, still watching me.  I stood there,
cock in hand, feeling like a fool, but absolutely unable to do anything.

   "I learned a trick that might help when I was baby-sitting with some
little boys once.  They were just in the process of being trained.  When I
would take them to the bathroom and stand them up to the toilet, they would
sometimes get hard and couldn't pee.  Can I show you?" she asked, grinning.

   I was game for anything.  "Sure."

   "Put both hands on the wall in front of you and lean over the toilet."

   I did as she said and she stood behind me, holding my cock in her hand.
She reached to the sink and turned the water on warm, letting it run
slowly. I waited but nothing happened.

   "Just look at the water running and think about that, nothing else," she
said.

   I tried to do as she said.  Then she cupped her hand under the warm
water and poured it over my penis.  Again, and I felt the urge strengthen.
Once more and I began.  She held it pointed downward, into the bowl, as
though she had done this for herself all her life.  I drilled a heavy
stream into the water in the bowl while she held it.  I thought I would
never finish and, with her holding it while I watched, I hoped I never
would.  But finally I was through.  She even shook it gently a couple of
times, up and down, to get rid of the last drops.  I was amazed at her
performance.

   "Let me wash it for you," she said, and pulled me to one side, while she
sat down on the toilet.

   She rubbed the soap into lather and then, with just her hands, began to
wash my penis and testicles.  I stood, legs apart, willing to let her do
anything if she just didn't stop.  My cock was still in a state of
half-hardness or half-heartedness, swollen, but with no inclination to
stand up.  My balls were hanging loose, not drawn up, as they usually were
when I was sexually aroused.

   "I love to play with you like this," she said, as she continued her soft
washing.  "You've got a beautiful cock, you know.  Any woman would like to
get hold of one this big, long enough and wide enough to stretch her to the
limit.  And it's got such a beautiful shape.  You're a straight arrow, you
know.  No bends to the side or up or down.  Just straight and to the point.
And that big, smooth head..., I love it."

   She stroked forward, sliding the foreskin over the head, and then
stroked back, watching as it revealed the head again.  With her fingertips,
she circled and stroked the rim surrounding the head, causing me to shiver
involuntarily.  "Does that feel good?" she asked.  I nodded; I could hardly
speak.

   She reached under with both hands, to play with my testicles, cupping
them, rubbing then gently with soapy fingers.

   "I love your balls, too, you know.  It's strange to me, a woman, to
think of these things between your legs, always there, hanging, in the way.
I'm glad you're not as hairy as most men; I don't want any thing to hide
all this from me."

   All too soon, she reached for a washcloth, wrung it out in warm water,
and began to clear away the soap.  When the last traces were gone, she
looked at my cock as though proud of what she'd done and, leaning forward,
held it up to her lips for a kiss.  She waited for a moment, as though
looking for a reaction, and when none came, she leaned forward again and
took the head in her mouth.  She sucked as strongly as she could and at the
same time pulled her mouth away, grazing the sensitive rim with her teeth.
In spite of what we had already done, I felt a renewed surge of sexual
desire.  My cock lifted, almost of its own accord, toward her.  "There!"
she exclaimed.

   She reached for the baby oil, coated her hands lightly, and rubbed it
all over me, over my slowly-stiffening penis, my testicles, and the area
between my legs.  When my cock was standing by itself, without her help,
she stood up and, still holding it, pulled me toward the bedroom.

   She grinned at me.  "That's what I wanted."

   In out bedroom, this time, she took charge.  She pushed me down on our
bed, tugged at me until I lay straight, and stretched out in the very
middle.  She straddled me and tucked an extra pillow under my head.  "Now
you can watch," she said.  "I'm going to fuck you this time."

   She positioned herself over my middle, on her knees, her legs spread
wide, and lowered her body until her cunt came into contact with the shaft
of my cock.  Her weight pinned my penis against my stomach, the head almost
at my navel.  We both watched as she began to slide up and down on it, my
cock totally outside her, the distended lips of her cunt exposing her soft
inner flesh to my hardness.  She slid forward until the head of my cock was
hidden behind the bush of her pubic hair and I could feel the hard bump of
her clitoris rubbing against the sensitive area under the head of my cock.
She moved from side to side, head back, eyes closed, lost in her own
sensations, leaving me to watch.  Then back down the shaft, sliding, until
I could feel her wetness on my balls.  I wanted more than anything to bury
my cock in her but I held still, letting her have her way.  She continued
her movements, back and forth, side to side, and my cock grew harder,
filling until it was almost painful to have it pinned against my stomach.

   At length, she looked down and moved back, letting it rise at an angle
above my stomach.  She raised herself higher, on her feet now, her legs
bent, letting me see her cunt, open, pink, glistening.  She held my cock
with one hand, straight up and, positioning herself over it, began the long
delicious slide down.  Her cunt was wet, juicy might be an appropriate word
to describe it, wet with her own secretions and the dissolved semen from my
last orgasm.  When my cock was buried to the hilt in her, I could feel a
warm flow out of her, downward, on my balls and between my thighs.  She
held herself frozen on me, motionless for a minute or so, face upward, eyes
closed, lost in her own sensations.  I waited.

   Finally, she began to lift and lower herself, upward until just the head
of my cock was still in her and downward until our combined pubic hair
blocked any view of our coupling.  She held on to my shoulders, balancing
on hands and feet, while she moved.

   With no effort being expended on my part, with the heat and wetness of
her cunt, the pleasure of the sensations I felt was indescribable.  I lay
spread-eagled on the bed, arms out to the side, making no effort to help
her, content to let her use my cock for her own pleasure, since mine was
surely as great as hers.

   Her strokes quickened, and I knew that she was about to come.  When she
was on top of me, her orgasms were totally within her control and she
always came with strong contractions that seemed to leave her drained of
energy.  Now she groaned as she sank down on my cock to the hilt, pressing
her pubic bone against mine.  I knew that this was the trigger she
sometimes used to tip her over the edge into coming.  She had described to
me once how the feeling of fullness, of being stretched to the limit, with
the simultaneous pressure on her clitoris, was enough to bring on her
orgasm.  I held still under her, feeling the contractions around the base
of my cock, strong at first, then weakening and fading away.  She collapsed
on top of me, all tension gone out of her body.

   I decided to take charge, to use her just as she was, to bring about my
own orgasm.  I held her by the hips and lifted her up slightly, just enough
to give me room to thrust upward into her.  I began to slide my cock in and
out, meeting almost no resistance.  Her cunt was as wet as I had ever known
it and loose now, accepting whatever I shoved into her.  I held her still,
plunging in and out, fucking her with no trace of gentleness or patience.
The orgasm I sought eluded me.  After coming twice already in one
afternoon, the lack of friction in her well-fucked cunt left me short of my
goal.  I began to pull down on her hips as I shoved upward into her,
ramming the full length of my cock into her again and again.

   Her teeth were fastened on my shoulder and I could feel her biting me.
She groaned each time our bodies slammed together.  At length, the groans
turned into a kind of whimper.

   Finally, in desperation, I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over on
top of her.  She started to spread her legs but I stopped her.  Without
ever taking my cock out of her, I pulled her legs together, with my legs
spread over hers.  With a couple of short strokes, I knew I had what I
wanted.  The position limited the length of my strokes but increased the
pressure of her vagina on the head of my cock.

   So I gave her only the head of it, just within the lips of her cunt,
slow stroke after slow stroke.  I held myself, at arms length, raised above
her, watching each time I slid it into her.  She, too, raised herself on
her elbows and watched, as fascinated as I with my seemingly-endless search
for one more release.  I felt her tense the muscles in her legs and
buttocks and the pressure on the head of my cock became no longer bearable.
I felt the inescapable beginning of my orgasm and I held still, content to
let the last of my semen be poured out just barely inside her.

   When the last contraction had faded, I raised up over her, on my knees,
my cock still hard, covered with our combined juices.  She reached up with
one hand, cupping my testicles.  We both watched as one more heavy drop of
semen oozed out of my cock and dropped on her stomach just below her navel.
She pulled me back down toward her and spread her legs.

   "Put it back in me," she said.  "Let me feel it go soft inside me.  Let
me hold you."

   I did as she said, sliding my cock slowly back into the depths of her.
Her arms curled around my back and her legs wrapped around mine.  I rested
most of my weight on her, my stomach against hers, my chest pressed against
her breasts, my cheek against hers.

   <><><>

   Siobhan was curled up against me, one leg thrown over mine.  She had
been silent all the time I had been telling my bedtime story.  The cool
night air blew in over the bed and over us, taking away the last heat of
the day.

   "You certainly have a remarkable memory for detail.  Are you sure it
happened just like that or have you been just making it up?" she asked.

   "You asked for my most memorable sexual experience.  And now you
question whether it was actually that extraordinary and how I can remember
it that well."

   "Well, I suppose you should be able to remember it," she looked at me
and smiled, "especially since we just did it this afternoon.  But now I've
got something to tell you that might make it even more memorable."

   "What did you want to tell me?" I asked.

   "Remember that you said it was my decision about when we had children,
that you were ready any time I was?"

   "Yes," I whispered.

   "Well, I stopped worrying about birth control months ago.  According to
my calculations, my ovaries should have released an egg either yesterday or
today.  As soon as your little sperm find it, I think you're going to make
me a mother."

   I looked into her eyes, those beautiful blue-gray eyes, and all I could
do was smile.

   <><><>

   "When we're old like Maurice Chevalier and Hermione Gingold, do you
think we'll still enjoy what we're doing now?" Siobhan asked.  "The movie
made it seem like he'd forgotten."

   "I just hope we're still doing it," I said.  "Anyway, they weren't real
lovers; they were just pretending to be.  I'd rather imagine me as the
young French guy and you're the little girl.  "

   "Who?"

   "Louis Jourdan and Leslie Caron, doing it French style."

   "What?  Soixante-neuf?"

   "Tish!, when you speak French, it drives me wild, Cara Mia!"

   "Oh, Gomez, chacun à son gout."

   "Damn, you're gonna make me come."

   "Aïe!  Aïe!  Tu as mis une faluche dans mon grille-pain!"

   "Shit, what does that mean?"

   "I don't know.  Just seeing if it would make you come."

   "Oh, fuck!  Stop squirming!"

   "I'm not squirming.  You are!"

   "I'm not, you are."

   "I am not.  You've got it in all the way.  Just be still."

   "It's hard."

   "Yeah, I know.  I can feel it."

   "I mean it's hard to be still."

   "You promised."

   "What?"

   "You said you'd be still.  You said you just wanted to put it in and be
close to me without a condom."

   "Well, quit sticking your tongue in my ear and I'll quit squirming."

   "Oh, it's all my fault, is it?"

   "Yeah, your cunt's so hot and juicy and feels so good I think my balls
are going to explode."

   "Well, you'd better not let anything explode inside me, not unless you
want to be a daddy again.  I'm not ready to be a mommy for the fourth
time."

   "Why are we whispering?"

   "To keep from yelling?"

   "No, seriously."

   "Because I'm not sure the kids are asleep.  Kerry's a little fretful
tonight and I don't want to wake him up."

   "I love it when I've got my face beside yours and I can smell your hair
and feel your cheek against mine."

   "And I love it when I feel your big dick stretching my cunt and your
chest mashing my breasts flat.  But you'd better lift up a little or you're
going to get the sheets wet with milk."

   "Yeah, well, I love it when I come and squirt a load in your cunt and
then you come and your cunt squeezes out the last drop or two of my semen."

   "Don't talk dirty."

   "That's not dirty."

   "I know.  But it's sexy and I'm horny.  I think it's time for you to
take your dick out and put a condom on it."

   "Do I have to, Mommy?"

   "Yes, my little boy, you have to unless you want to be a daddy again."

   "Would you put it on for me, Mommy?"

   "Oui, mon petit garcon."

   Chapter Five

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 34 in story ; Siobhan Stuart, 33 in
story, 13 in flashback; Kavan Stuart, 7 in story, 6 months in flashback;
Arial Stuart, 5 in story, -9 months in flashback; Kerry Stuart, 9 months in
story; Jason, 13 in flashback

   TELLING THE STORY: Siobhan Stuart

   (SIOBHAN)

   Kerry started walking early, at somewhere between eight and nine months
old.  At first he was like the other two - pulling upright on whatever was
handy until he was standing, holding on, and then cautiously turning loose
and staggering a few steps until he gave up and flopped down on his butt.
But he mastered the next step quicker than the other two.  Wherever he was,
he'd first push himself up so he was on his hands and knees, then
straighten his legs so it was hands and feet, and then very slowly
straighten up without holding anything until he was standing upright.  If
he saw me watching him, he'd take a few tentative steps, give me a smile as
though asking if he was doing it right, and then take a few more steps.  In
almost no time, he was walking instead of crawling.

   Throughout the late spring, I tried to give the three of them a few
minutes of naked sun time each afternoon.  Kavan was finishing first grade
and Arial kindergarten in a little over a week.  I had to pick them up just
before two in the afternoon.  I usually managed to get Kerry to nap after
his noon feeding so he wouldn't be fussy in the car when I went to get the
other two.  After a quick snack, Kavan and Arial would throw their clothes
off and I'd strip Kerry.  At first, I kept his diaper on but, after Arial
removed it outdoors once, I let him go naked too.  He peed often enough on
everything outdoors but never pooped.

   Even though we had a privacy fence that probably kept any neighbors from
seeing in our backyard, I usually put on a sundress or shorts and shirt
when I was out with them.  There was one spot, in a corner near the house
where I was confident no one would see me, where I occasionally sunned
naked in a chaise lounge.

   That's where we were when Kieran found us one Thursday afternoon.  I had
on sunglasses and nothing else and had my eyes closed.  I could hear the
kids playing in the sandbox nearby so I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of
the breeze and the sun on my naked skin.  I almost screamed when he spoke.

   "Good afternoon, Mrs.  Stuart."

   I looked around and, at first, couldn't see him.  Then he moved and I
saw he was standing just inside the screen door to the kitchen.  I'd left
the kitchen door open so I could listen for the telephone and locked the
front door as usual.  I hadn't heard him come home but that wasn't unusual.
The small house had a single-car garage next to the kitchen but he
sometimes parked in the driveway.  He always came in through the kitchen.

   "Kieran, you scared me," I said.  "What are you doing home so early?"

   "I went to see a client whose office is nearby.  Got through quicker
than I expected.  I just thought I'd take off a little early.  May I join
you?"

   "Sure, if you'll bring me a cold glass of tea, lots of ice."

   He came out a few minutes later, tea for me and beer for him in his
hands, sunglasses on, and nothing else.  I wondered if Mrs.  Johannsen ever
tried to peek through the cracks in the fence close to where I was.  If she
did, I hoped she enjoyed looking at Kieran as much as I did.  He gave new
meaning to swinging like a pendulum.  He handed me the beer and the tea and
unf0lded a lawn chair for himself.  We sat quietly for a while, drinking,
watching the kids play.  They still hadn't seen that their Dad was home. 
There were three little butts up in the air and their noses were down
looking at something they'd found in the sand.

   When Kavan looked up and saw Kieran, he touched Arial and pointed.  They
came running.  Kerry looked, stood, tried to step out of the sandbox, fell
flat on his stomach, and started howling.  Kieran ran over, picked him up,
sat down on the grass with him in his arms, and was immediately attacked by
the other two.  Kerry's howls turned into what I suppose was the baby-talk
equivalent of cussing.

   After a while, I rinsed the sand off the four of them with cold water
from the hose and we all went in the house, trailing water.  Kieran helped
me dry them and then I helped him dry himself.  He scooped Kerry up, blew
obscene noises on his fat little stomach, and then took him off toward the
boys' bedroom.

   "You'd better put a diaper on him," I yelled, over Kerry's screams of
delight.

   "I will," he yelled back.  Kavan and Arial were giggling.  I suspected
they wanted their father to blow bubbles on their bellies too when he came
back.

   <><><>

   When the kids were finally in bed for the night, Kieran grabbed my hand
and pulled me into our bedroom.  He didn't really have to pull that hard. I
think I wanted the same thing he wanted.

   Afterwards, we lay side by side, my head on his shoulder.  I had a towel
between my legs and was playing with the few hairs on his chest.  His dick
was flopped over his thigh, still swollen and dangerous looking.

   "You know, this is the way it should be," he said.

   I didn't understand what he meant.  "What?"

   "Like us.  Kids.  Playing naked with them.  Good sex with you.  Not
having to use those damn condoms anymore.  Lying here naked not wanting
anything but what I've got."

   "If anybody had seen you naked with them in the living room this
afternoon, rolling on the floor, blowing bubbles on their stomachs and
butts, I wonder what they'd have thought."

   "My Mom thinks it's great, the naked part, I mean," he said.

   "How does she know?"

   "Kavan told her the last time we went to see them.  She knows we go
naked around the house and at the cabin."

   "What did she say?"

   "Nothing.  She already knew.  I guess Alan or Kara told her about the
cabin.  I wish I could get her and Dad to come to the cabin with the rest
of us."

   "And go skinny-dipping?  Sit down to supper in the nude?"

   "Sure.  They're not too old to enjoy it."

   "Kieran, it's not that easy to do.  I enjoy it now but it was
uncomfortable for me at first."

   "Would you like to go to the cabin this weekend?  I'll check with Alan
but I don't think anybody's reserved it."

   "Just us or do you want to invite your parents?"

   "Just us.  Dad and Mom will be at a conference for some engineering
society he belongs to.  Maybe we could invite them some other time."

   "Sure.  I'll go to the grocery story tomorrow.  One day or two?"

   "Two would be fine with me.  We'll come back by mid-afternoon on Sunday
as usual."

   We were quiet for a while and I wondered what he was thinking.  I was in
a state where I was hardly thinking.  I'd come twice, hard, once with his
tongue and mouth teasing and sucking, and once with his dick fucking me
into oblivion.

   "Do you remember when Arial was conceived?" he asked.

   "Probably not as well as you remembered when I got pregnant with Kavan,"
I lied.  I remembered every little detail of that day.  I'd wanted our two
kids to be close together and I'd been laying in wait for him for a week or
so after I'd made up my mind.

   "Would you tell me what you remember?" he asked.

   <><><>

   Kavan was about six months old when Kieran's parents offered us an
unusual present for our third wedding anniversary: they asked to keep the
baby on Saturday night, to give us a night when we could be free of
parenting cares.

   Kieran and I were invited to a dinner party on Saturday night with a
group of friends.  One couple provided the house and all the others
prepared the meal.  We had been asked to bring dessert.

   I spent Saturday afternoon making apple pies and, at the same time,
playing with Kavan.  Late in the afternoon, I nursed him and put him down
for a nap.  I was reluctant to stop breast-feeding him; I wanted to
continue that wonderful closeness.  But I also looked forward to letting
someone else care for him for one night.  For the first time, I prepared
for him to leave us, packing his food and bottles, diapers and pajamas. 
His grandparents were to pick him up at six o'clock.

   The afternoon had been sunny and hot.  Kieran had worked outdoors in the
yard, in just shorts and sneakers, with a towel nearby to wipe away the
sweat.  I stood watching him more than once.  Even dirty and sweaty, I
still found him beautiful to look at.  I admired the movement of the
muscles in his back and arms as he moved the stones he was using to build a
wall.  I was more than mildly aroused looking at his rear, when he bent
over to place the stones.

   Just before five p.  m., he stopped and came in the house.  I heard
first the shower running and then his humming as he shaved.  After a few
minutes passed and he didn't come out of the bedroom, I wiped my hands and
went looking for him.

   He was lying on the bed, with the room darkened and the overhead fan
blowing down on him.  He was at the foot of the bed, his legs bent, his
feet resting on the floor, with a pillow under his head and his eyes shut.
As I walked in, he raised his head, opened his eyes briefly, and smiled at
me.

   "I've had a little too much sun and heat," he said.  "I just wanted to
rest for a few minutes before I got dressed."

   I stood, looking down on him.  He was naked except for a damp white
towel spread across the middle of his body.  His shoulders, chest, and legs
were pink from exposure to the sun.  His stomach was flat, almost concave,
as he lay on his back.  Under the towel, I could clearly see the outline of
his cock, pointing downward.

   I sat down on the bed beside him and we talked about the people who
would be at the dinner.  After a few minutes, I started to leave.  "Don't
go," he said.  "Stay just a little longer."

   "I need to clean up the kitchen before I get my bath," I answered

   "It can wait until tomorrow.  I can't."

   "What do you mean?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

   "Touch me," he whispered.

   I cupped my hand over the mound in the towel, feeling his balls with my
fingertips, his dick pressing against the palm of my hand.  It was soft
but, as I held it, I felt its first slow firming.

   "You smell like apples and cinnamon and cloves and brown sugar," he
said, and with a grin.  "I'd like to eat you."

   I slid my hand under the towel and rearranged his dick, pointing it
upward toward his navel.  When I put my hand, palm down, against it, I
could feel it firming even more, in that stage just before it surged into
full hardness.  I looked at his face and his eyes were still closed.  I
turned around on the bed next to him, resting on my left side, my left arm
beside his legs for support.

   I pushed the towel upward on his body, exposing just his balls and, with
one finger, I began to trace circles on his scrotum, feeling the firm
egg-like glands under the softer skin.  I always wondered what peculiar
combination of genes had given him little body hair and almost no hair on
his testicles and at the same time had caused him to have genitals which
were larger than most men's.

   As I played with his balls, I could see the response in his cock, even
covered with the towel.  The towel slowly lifted, quivering, until it stood
away from his stomach.  I was amazed that something so soft only a few
minutes ago could now lift the towel that covered it.

   I pushed the towel further upward on his body, leaving it spread across
his stomach, and uncovered his cock.  It was erect now, lifted at an angle
away from his body, reaching almost to his navel, the foreskin retracted,
exposing the reddish-purple underside of the head.  From my viewpoint, it
seemed like an arrow; I knew how it could pierce to the heart of me.

   As I looked at it, I felt that familiar hunger to feel it inside me, an
emptiness wanting to be filled.  Rationally, I knew we had no time for the
leisurely lovemaking I preferred.  Kavan's grandparents would be coming in
less than an hour.  We needed to leave shortly after that for the dinner
party and I hadn't even showered yet.

   "Please, don't stop," he whispered, again without opening his eyes, just
those three words.  I decided to give him what he wanted.  I also
determined to get what I wanted later, when we returned from dinner.

   I left for just a moment to get a bottle of baby oil from the bathroom.
When I came back I dripped a generous trail of baby oil from the head of
his cock downward over his balls.  I started again with his balls, gently
coating them with the oil, lifting them, caressing them, watching the
effect this had on his dick, as it changed its angle from his stomach.

   When I put my hand on it, it felt hot to the touch, heavy in my hand,
and too large for my fingers to reach around.  I started to stroke it
slowly, sliding my encircling hand from the head down to the base and then
back up again.  When he groaned softly, I began to increase the speed of
the strokes.  I changed my position so that I could hold his balls with one
hand, pulling gently downward on them, while with the other I continued the
same long strokes up and down on his cock.  Within a minute or so, I felt a
tension in the muscles of his legs and hips.  I increased the speed of my
strokes again, determined to make him come to orgasm this way, to save my
own need for later tonight.

   Even so, the suddenness of his ejaculation surprised me.  The first
spurt lifted out of the slit on the head of his cock, flying a foot or more
into the air, in a continuous white stream, falling back on his stomach.  A
split second later another, even longer stream fell on my hand and on his
stomach.  I counted five separate, gradually-diminishing spurts, which flew
into the air and back onto his stomach or my hand.  As I continued to
stroke his dick, I could feel his whole body responding, as though it were
too much to bear.  The semen continued to flow, oozing out in smaller
amounts as I watched.  Looking at the opalescent puddles on his stomach and
on my hand, I was amazed at the volume of his ejaculation.  I understood
why my cunt seemed to overflow constantly after we made love.

   "You can stop now," he whispered, eyes still closed, a smile on his
face.

   I used the damp towel to wipe him clean and then watched quietly as he
lost his erection.  Only then did I take his hand and lead him into the
shower with me.  We were both getting dressed when he brought up the
subject of what had happened.

   "I feel kind of silly after what I just got you to do," he said.  "I
feel like a little boy caught doing something he shouldn't."

   "You didn't get me to do anything," I answered.  "I did something
because I wanted to.  You might've got the most fun out of it but I enjoyed
it too."

   "I don't know why I acted that way.  When you sat down on the bed with
me, it was if my dick took control of my brain.  I don't think I'd thought
about sex all afternoon and, suddenly out of nowhere, my cock decided it
wanted to be satisfied.  It sort of told me to stay out of it, to just lay
back and shut up."

   "I hope it enjoyed my services.  Believe me, it put on quite a show.  It
erupted like Mount St.  Helens."

   "When we come back from the party, what are you going to do?  Will you
be OK without nursing Kavan?"

   "I'll use the breast pump and save it for him for later.  That's what I
did for the bottles I sent with him.  I'll probably be OK until your
parents bring him back tomorrow morning.  If not, I'll use the pump again."

   "You could let me give you a little relief if you get too full," he
said.

   "Kieran, don't be silly.  Why would you want to do that?"

   "Because I'm a pervert and you love me and I love you."

   I smiled.  He wasn't a pervert; I did love him.

   "We'll talk about that later.  Your parents will be here in a few
minutes for Kavan."

   <><><>

   After the party, we were getting ready for bed when he brought up the
subject again.  He was stretched out on the bed, wearing a pair of silk
paisley boxer shorts I had given him, watching me as I brushed my hair.  I
knew he'd put them on just so I could take them off.

   I pulled out on one of my favorite nightgowns, an ivory-colored gown,
trimmed with lace, and threw it on the bed.  I knew how he usually reacted
to seeing me in it.  More than once, he had referred to me as his
"strawberries and cream" woman.  On one occasion, he'd compared, in poetry,
the red hair on my head with that between my thighs and the color of my
nipples with the inner lips of my cunt.  I found out that night that
laughter could be one more form of sexual arousal.

   "Are you going to let me nurse instead of Kavan?"

   "No, but you can go get me the breast pump and I'll show you how to use
it."

   "Damn, I never have any fun."

   "I'm going to start weaning him next week.  He's doing fine with solid
food.  I think he'll be OK with milk from bottles now."

   "How long will it take for your breasts to dry up?" I asked.

   "Not long.  My gynecologist said it'd be just a few weeks for the milk
to stop flowing - if I can just get someone to stop nursing."

   "Hey, don't look at me.  I don't suck on them now.  You fuss at me every
time I try."

   "Yes, but even licking my nipples can still make the milk flow.  You've
got to help me."

   "If I can't get any milk, what's in it for me?"

   "When Kavan stops nursing, I can go back on birth control pills."

   "And I can stop using those damned condoms?  Honey, I'll be glad to
leave your tits alone for a few weeks."

   "And I can stop giving you so many blow-jobs.  Since you've had to use a
rubber for regular sex, I think your frequency of blow-jobs has gone up."

   "Well, your doctor did say you could take the pill while you were
nursing.  She just said there was some research that advised against it."

   "I know.  I just wanted to stay off them for a while longer.  So much
else comes through in my breast milk to Kavan, I just worried about the
hormones in the pills."

   "Have you really been happy with your decision to breast feed?  It sure
seems to cause you a lot of inconvenience.  You're always having to think
about what might get through to Kavan."

   "I don't regret it.  I wish you could know that feeling of closeness I
have with Kavan from breast feeding him."

   "Honey, I can understand what closeness feels like.  I wish you could
know how I feel about having my dick inside you.  It's sex but it's more
than that.  When I'm inside you, I feel like I'm at home, I'm where I
belong, my life is perfect.  Even with a rubber on, it's like that.  But
without a rubber, it's so much better.  When there's nothing between us and
it feels like we sort of melt together - I'm never happier than I am then."

   "Could we just forget the pills - and the condoms?  We've agreed we're
going to have another baby pretty close to this one.  Maybe we should just
let it happen.  I'd be happy if it did."

   "Huh?  You've got your hands full with Kavan.  You think you can handle
another one this quick?"

   "Kieran, I've been feeling you out about having another one for a month
or so now.  I know I'm ready.  Kavan's a good baby and doesn't give us much
trouble.  I'd like our babies to be less than two years apart.  If I said I
was ready now, what would you do?"

   "Well --- first I'd have my dick in you in about one minute flat. 
Second, I'd think about what a damn fool I am.  You've got this all planned
out, haven't you?

   "Yes, I have.  Now would you like to make love with me, no rubber
between us, nothing to keep me from getting pregnant, knowing I want
another baby?"

   "OK," he said with a pretense at sulking, "if you won't let me suck, I
guess I'll just have to fuck."

   He also had to wait for a while.  I made him get me the breast pump and
then rewarded him by letting him use it on me.  When each breast was empty,
I let him lick the last drop or two off my nipple and even let him suck a
little to make sure they were empty.  After he put the milk in the
refrigerator, I let him do what I wanted.

   And fuck was exactly what he did.  He made love to me in all sorts of
positions but always slowly and gently when he did it.  He looked in my
eyes and slid his dick in slowly, as though savoring what he was feeling. I
let him move me around as he wished, even when toward the end he held my
legs up and spread like a V.  He'd look down at where his dick was sliding
in and out of my cunt, then at my face, give me a smile, then look down
again.  Finally he'd had all he could take.  He put a pillow under my hips
and bent me almost in half.  I locked my ankles behind his back and he
started pounding into me.  A minute or so later, he shoved it in to the
depths and I felt his contractions as he came.  I'd already had a few
mini-orgasms but that triggered a final one that made me almost lose
consciousness.  I felt so wide open it was like my cervix had opened and
sucked his semen directly into my womb.

   He laid on top of me unmoving for a while with all 0f his weight on me.
I could feel his cock slowly going soft inside me.  Finally he pushed
himself up with his arms straight and looked at me.

   "How was that?"

   "I'm think I'm about to be pregnant again, Kieran."

   "I hope so," he said with a grin, "I'd hate to have to do that again."

   He moved over beside me, turned out the bedside light, and laid down on
his back.  We talked for a while in the dark about everything and nothing.
Finally, I pulled the pillow out from under my hips and turned over on my
side.  Kieran spooned up against me from behind and held his hand against
my breast while we went to sleep.  I knew I probably should put my nursing
bra back on but I couldn't bring myself to move.

   <><><>

   At the cabin on Saturday, we took the kids for a walk in the woods just
as soon as we'd unpacked the car.  Kieran showed Kavan and Arial some of
the interesting trees and bushes and told them about them.  He even pulled
up a couple of small sassafras plants so we could make tea for them to
taste.  He tried as usual to get them to spot poison ivy and they seemed
better at avoiding it this time.  With their fair skin, I knew they'd
suffer with it as much as Kieran and I did and so I watched out for it for
them.  Kavan was always out of front exploring when we walked and he
already knew to watch for it and only occasionally got into it.

   After lunch, we all stripped and took blankets and pillows down to the
cleared flat area near the creek.  Kerry had pooped after lunch so I even
let him go with a bare butt.  Kieran and I tried to sprawl on a blanket but
one or the other of us was constantly jumping up to keep the kids within
our range of vision.  Finally Kieran gave up and started wrestling in the
grass with them.  Kerry stood and watched at first and then even he piled
on his Dad.

   A few minutes later, Arial walked back to the blanket where I was and
told me: "I've got to pee, Mom."

   I suppose she wanted me to take her up the hill and let her use the
toilet in the cabin.  She'd never been comfortable using the woods like
Kavan was.  Kieran heard her and walked up too, carrying Kerry on his arm.

   "Let's all go to the creek and do it together," he suggested.

   I suppose I always envied guys that one thing - they could pee anywhere
and under any circumstances.  I got up and held out my hand to Arial.

   "You guys go to the creek.  I'll take Arial up to the cabin," I said.

   Arial took my hand but she didn't move when I started to leave.

   "Come on, Mom.  Let's go to the creek.  I'll do it if you will," she
said.

   Kieran stood there with a big jackass grin on his face.  He didn't say
anything but I knew he was waiting so see what I'd do.  I took Arial's hand
again and started down the hill.  Kieran and Kerry and Kavan followed.

   I walked out on the sandbar that always stayed just below the deep pool
and into the creek where the water was only a few inches deep over the sand
and gravel bottom.  Kieran stood, holding Kerry on his arm, with Kavan
holding his hand, and they watched us.  When I squatted down, Arial did
too. When I peed, she laughed and peed too.  When I used my hand to dip up
a little cold creek water and splash it between my legs, she did too.

   Kavan waded out in the stream until the water was up almost to his knees
and Kieran followed and stood beside him.  Kieran made him turn so they
were both pointed downstream.  Kavan looked at me and smiled and then
looked up at his Dad with another smile.  He held his little dick with both
hands, pulled the foreskin back so the little head was exposed, and arched
a yellow stream over and down the creek.  We all watched his performance.
Kieran just shook his head and then tried to match it.  He couldn't but he
was still holding Kerry on his arm so he only had one hand free anyway.

   <><><>

   When the evening light began to fade, we pulled sleeping mats out in the
middle of the cabin and put sheets and blankets and pillows on them.  Kerry
was so tired he was groggy and was asleep in minutes.  Kavan and Arial
hardly moved while Kieran read them a story and then they were asleep. 
We'd put their mats in a row and it was a joy to see them - Kerry, Arial,
and Kavan, our children.

   Kieran had put our two mats a few yards away.  I suppose he thought we
wouldn't disturb them if we didn't get too loud.  He stretched out beside
me, took my hand, and put it on his dick.  There was no doubt what he
wanted.

   "Kieran, let's wait a little bit," I said.  "Let's make sure they're
really asleep."

   He faked a really big sigh.  "OK, if you'll tell me a bed-time story?"
he asked as he rubbed my hand up and down on his dick.

   "What kind of story?  A nursery rhyme about little Jack Horny?"

   "Shit no, I'm not jacking off.  Don't ask me."

   "That wasn't what I said."

   "Sorry, I misunderstood," he said and squeezed my hand which was still
wrapped around his dick.  "Tell me about the first hard dick you ever saw
or felt."

   "OK then.  I was thirteen the first time I saw an erect dick.  I felt it
too.  It was really hard, harder than yours."

   After a minute he encouraged me, "Go on."

   "I was baby-sitting with a neighbor's little boy.  When I changed his
wet diaper, I discovered he had a little hard-on."

   He laughed and rolled over half on top of me.

   "Before the night is over you're going to feel a big hard-on," he
threatened, smiling.  "But not until after you've told me a bed-time
story."

   He rolled back down beside me and put his hand on my stomach.  I made a
silent bet on down this time and won.  His hand started moving downward. 
When he started playing with the curls just short of his goal, I thought of
a bedtime story for him.

   "Well, my first real sexual experience with a man did happen when I was
thirteen, almost fourteen.  He wasn't really a man since we were the same
age.  I'd started developing about a year earlier.  My breasts were about
half developed and I'd been having periods for over a year.  Jason and I
were in the same grade at school and lived only a few houses from each
other.  We'd been friends, good friends, for years.  He'd been trying to
teach me to shoot a basketball.  He'd invited me to his house one afternoon
in June to practice...

   <><><>

   His father was sitting behind the wheel of their car in the driveway
beside the house, as I came into their yard.  As I walked up to the front
door, his mother opened it and came out.

   "We're going to the grocery store," she said.  "Jason's upstairs.  He's
lost his basketball.  You know how he is about losing everything.  Stick
your head in and yell for him."

   She left the front door open for me, and then went to the car.  I went
into the house and called for Jason.  I waited for a moment with no
response.  I called again, louder, and still received no response.

   I knew where Jason's room was so I climbed the stairs.  The door to his
room was almost closed, standing open an inch or so.  I pushed it open.

   He was on his hands and knees, reaching under his bed, trying to pull
something out.

   He looked up just as I opened the door.

   "My basketball is stuck under the bed," he said, standing up.

   We both realized at the same moment that he was wearing only three
things, white cotton briefs and a pair of white athletic socks.

   "I was about to get dressed," he said, lamely.

   I suppose we were both embarrassed and unsure of what to do.  I couldn't
tear my eyes away from him.  The last time I had seen him without a shirt,
the previous summer, he had still been soft with baby fat.  Now he was
harder and leaner, the muscles showing through.  The skin on his chest and
stomach and arms and legs was clear and flawless, already tanned from the
summer sun.  The contrast of the white briefs with the tanned skin evoked a
response in me that was totally new: I wanted to touch him, to feel his
skin under my palm.  I looked at the bulge in the center of his briefs, so
different from the flatness I always saw when I looked down at my stomach.
I tried to say something but couldn't make the words come out.

   As I turned to leave, he whispered, "Don't go."

   I looked back at him, one hand on the doorknob.

   "Don't go," he said again.  "Shut the door.  There's no one else home."

   I looked at his face, directly into his eyes, trying to understand what
he was suggesting.  Again, I stood for a moment, looking at him.  Finally,
I closed the door and stood still, waiting.

   He walked over closer to me, until he was only a foot or so away.  As I
put up my hand to stop him, he caught it, pulling it against his chest. 
When he released me, my hand stayed on his chest.  I could feel the heat of
his body, the small hard bump of his nipple.

   "I want to see what you're like, too," he whispered.  "Will you let me?"

   My heart was almost pounding out of my chest and my mouth felt dry.  I
nodded my assent and he reached up and began to unbutton my shirt.  His
fingers were clumsy and he struggled with the top button.  I pushed his
hands away and quickly undid all of the buttons.

   He pushed the shirt off my shoulders and I let it fall on the floor. 
Now he was confronted with my brassiere.  He stood still for a moment,
looking down at my breasts.

   "How do you take that thing off?" he asked, his voice breaking.

   I reached behind and undid the clasp, leaving the bra still covering me,
waiting for him to remove it.  I watched his face as he slowly pulled first
one strap and then the other off my shoulders and the bra joined my shirt
on the floor.

   I held my breath when he placed his hand on my breast.  I felt my nipple
become erect under his palm.  I put my hand back on his chest and we both
stood quietly, our hands moving softly on each other.

   "Your breasts are so beautiful," he whispered.  "Why are the nipples so
hard when the rest is so soft?"

   When he moved closer to me, I stepped back, against the door.  He
pressed against me, his chest against mine, the softness of my breasts
pressed down by the hardness of his muscles.

   "We can't do anything, you know," I managed to say.  "I've never done it
before."

   "Neither have I," he said.

   "We've got to stop," I said, without any conviction at all.

   "I know."

   "Then stop."

   "Not yet," he pleaded.  "I won't try to do it all the way, I promise. 
But don't make me stop yet.  I've never seen a girl, never really touched
one before now.  Don't make me stop."

   I knew I wanted it as much as he did.  "You promise you won't try to go
all the way?" I asked.

   "I won't.  But let's not stop now."

   He took my silence for acquiescence.  He reached behind me and pulled me
against him and I could feel something firm and rounded pressing against my
stomach.  He tried to tug my shorts down and again I had to help him,
releasing the zipper on the side.  In seconds, my shorts joined my other
clothes on the floor.  I kicked my sneakers off and then I had on no more
than he did.

   He pressed me back against the door again, his stomach and chest against
me, holding me gently by the arms.  He began to rub against me and I could
feel the hardness in his briefs grow even larger and firmer.  He curved his
hands around behind me, holding my buttocks, and I followed his example. 
We were both gasping for breath now, pressing against each other.

   "I'm going to take your panties off," he whispered in my ear.  "Will you
let me?"

   "Yes," I answered.

   He caught the elastic at the waist and pulled down, peeling my panties
down my legs, stooping down as he did, until I was able to step out of
them.

   Then, without asking, he did the same with his briefs, peeling them down
quickly, and kicking them to one side.

   For the first time, I saw how a man, or a boy, was made.  Almost
instantaneously, his penis came to full erection.  He was circumcised and
so the head was exposed, reddish-purple at the end of the white shaft.  He
was already developed enough to have a slight covering of pubic hair,
matted down above and to the sides of his penis.  His testicles were drawn
up snug against the base, one lower than the other.  I thought to myself
how different this was from my own hidden mysterious organs, how beautiful
and fascinating to see, so out front and exposed.

   He caught both my hands and pulled me quickly backwards to his bed.

   "I promised," he said, "and I mean it."

   I offered little resistance when he pulled me onto the bed with him.

   He pulled me against him and we awkwardly tried to figure out the proper
placement of our arms.  As I felt the whole of his body against mine, the
hard protrusion of his dick against my belly, my heart began to pound even
faster.  When he brought his face against mine, searching for my lips with
his, I was afraid for him to kiss me.  I had never been kissed like this
and, even though I had talked with other girls about it, I didn't really
know what to do.  We began with our lips pressed together, our mouths
closed.  Within a minute or so, our lips were open and his tongue was
either in my mouth or mine was in his.

   Finally I pulled away.

   "I'm scared," I whispered.  "We've got to stop."

   In response, he caught my hand, pulled it down between our bodies and
placed it on his penis.  In my inexperience, it seemed enormous, even
though I know now it was only typical for a young boy starting into
puberty. I pushed him back so I could look at it as I held it.  I was
fascinated by its hardness and the steel-spring elasticity that brought it
back to the same angle over his stomach no matter which way I bent it.  I
reached lower and felt his balls, feeling through the soft skin the rounded
masses that moved so freely.  He lay back for a few minutes, eyes closed,
letting me satisfy my curiosity about his dick and balls.

   "Now it's my turn," he said.

   "No, Jason, you can't," I answered.

   "Yes, I can.  You wanted to see what I was like.  I want to see you too.
I want to touch you too.  You've been looking at me and touching me.  I
didn't stop you.  It's only fair that I get my turn."

   He pushed me gently back against the pillow and raised himself above me.
When he pulled my legs apart, I yielded, wanting to feel his hands touching
me down there.

   "You're hair is as red down here as it is on your head," he said.  "It's
beautiful."

   He curved one hand down between my legs, over my vulva, and held it
there.  I could feel a warm moistness inside me at his touch.  He rose up
until he was sitting beside me and, with one finger, began to explore.  His
touch made me burn inside.  He looked intently, trying to find the opening
into me, finally parting the inner lips, and discovering the moist opening
into my vagina.  Even though I was a virgin, I knew from my own
explorations that the passageway would easily open to his finger.  Quickly
he found the way, sliding one finger into me, moving it around, exploring.

   "Does it hurt you?" he asked.  "Can I put it in deeper?"

   "Just don't hurt me," I said.

   "I won't, Siobhan.  I promise," he answered.

   He slowly pushed his finger into me, perhaps up to the second knuckle,
and then stopped, looking at me.

   "It's so hot.  Does it feel good?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you like it?"

   "Yes."

   He moved upward on the bed a little so we were laying side by side, me
flat on my back, him on his side facing me.  When he took his finger out of
me, I guess he saw from the expression on my face that I wanted it back.

   He reached down quickly, caught my hand, placed it on his dick, and then
returned his finger to my pussy.  I wanted him to touch me, to put his
finger or something else inside me.  I don't know whether he even knew what
a clitoris was or what it would do it if he touched it.  He never tried,
just kept that one middle finger in my pussy, moving in and out, around and
around.  It didn't hurt.  It felt wonderful.

   Without even thinking, I started pulling on his cock.  I don't suppose I
was jacking him off like I'd heard boys did it.  I was pulling on it, my
fingers sliding down the shaft from where it emerged from his soft tangle
of pubic hair, down toward the smooth head.  I really had no idea how to
jack him off, just that it was something that girls could do to boys if
they got too insistent about putting their dick in a girl's pussy.  I
suppose I'd have used the same motions if I'd been milking a cow.

   Anyway, it worked.  Jason started going "Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh," and I
felt something hot in the palm of my hand.  I brought my hand up in front
of my face and saw something that looked like somebody had spit in my hand,
messy, sticky, some clear, some white.  It was yucky.  I wiped it off on
the bedspread and sat up.

   Jason fell over on his back and put one forearm over his eyes.  He was
breathing through his mouth, almost as though he had been running or
something.  I didn't know what to think about it all.

   At just that moment, a car horn sounded loudly in the street outside. 
Jason jumped up and ran to the window, trying to see who it was.  In my
fear of being caught, I ran for my clothes.

   "It was just a passing car," he said.  "But my parents could be back
anytime now."

   We watched each other as we dressed.  I almost wanted to protest when he
pulled on his briefs, positioning his still-erect dick against his stomach.

   As we started to open the door, he caught me and pulled me against him.
I started to resist but he kissed me quickly, an open-mouthed hungry kiss,
and then pushed me away.

   "I promised.  And I kept my promise," he said.

   <><><>

   "How do I know when to stop with this story?" I asked Kieran.  The cabin
was almost totally dark now, with only one small light near the bathrooms
so we could see to go to them.

   "You don't just stop," he responded.  "Every story has a beginning and
an end.  You know when you've reached the end," he answered.

   "Then I suppose I've reached the end.  As far as the first boy I ever
did anything with, that's all that happened.  I think we were both scared
to death about it.  Anyway, we didn't do anything else after that.  They
moved away some time later.  I've wondered for years what would've happened
if we'd had another occasion or two to be alone."

   "Didn't he try to get you to do anything else after that?"

   "He tried a couple of times but we just didn't have another good
opportunity.  But he certainly had a lot of success in the fantasies and
dreams I had over the next few months."

   "Tell me about them?" he asked.

   "I dreamed about him frequently for months after that.  Even awake, I
had fantasies about what it would have been like if he had put his dick in
me instead of just his finger."

   "So he really got you hot and aroused, didn't he?"

   "A few nights after it happened, I couldn't go to sleep, thinking about
it.  I pulled my nightgown up and used my own fingers to find out what felt
good.  You might say he gave me my first orgasms."

   Kieran pulled away from me suddenly and stood up.

   "Where are you going?" I asked.

   "Shut your eyes.  I've got a surprise for you," he answered.

   I did as he asked and I heard him opening something and then the soft
sound of fabric on skin.

   "You can open your eyes now," he said.

   He was standing at the foot of our sleeping mats.  He was no longer
naked.  Now he had on fresh white briefs and white athletic socks.

   "I'm not your husband," he said.  "I'm a thirteen-year old boy and I'm
scared to death.  I don't know what to do or how to do it either but I know
I can't stop until I go all the way this time."

   I looked at the bulge in the front of his briefs and then up at his
face.

   "I'm scared too," I whispered.  "I've never done it before either.  But
I want to."

   Chapter Six

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 34 in story, 13 in flashback; Siobhan
Stuart, 33 in story; Kavan Stuart, 7 in story; Arial Stuart, 5 in story;
Kerry Stuart, 9 months in story; Allison_____, 13 in flashback

   TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart

   (KIERAN)

   After Siobhan told me about Jason, I did what any thirteen-year old boy
would want to do.  Once was not enough.  Twice was not enough.  I still
wanted her but my dick told me to let it rest for the night.  That didn't
stop me from wanting her.

   "Kieran, would you get me a wash cloth and a towel?"

   I knew what she wanted.  I'd done it often enough.  I tiptoed to the
bathroom, peed, wet a cloth, and wiped the sweat off my face and underarms
and chest and then wiped the mixture of stuff off my dick.  I wet another
cloth and carried it and a towel back to Siobhan.  She wiped the sweat off
her face and body, wiped between her legs, handed me the cloth, and I
handed her the towel.  I threw the cloth toward the bathroom and she tucked
the towel between her legs.  I lay down and she turned her back to me so I
could spoon up to her.

   "Now tell me a story," she said when we were settled.  "I told you about
me and Jason when I was thirteen.  I want you to tell me about you and the
first girl you ever fooled around with."

   "What?  Dreams, fantasies, the real thing?  And why didn't you go to the
bathroom?  Don't you have to pee?"

   "Yes but I'm too lazy to get up now.  I'll go after a while.  Now come
on, tell me the story."

   "There was an incident when I was thirteen.  Are you sure you want to
hear this tonight?

   "Yes, just don't let me fall asleep.

   "OK.  The incident was with Allison, cute little Allison.  One real
tomboy.  Wonder what she's like today?"

   <><><>

   It all started when my Dad and a friend of his found a Studebaker Avanti
for sale.  Damn, that was one beautiful car, red and cream original colors
and that Raymond Loewy styling!  It had been partially restored.  They
actually formed a legal partnership to buy it, finish restoring it, and
then use it together until they sold it.

   Dad put it in our basement so they could work on it.  Right after they
bought it they were like little boys with a new toy.  Almost every
Saturday, they'd be down there in the basement, figuring out what to do
next.  I hung out with them a lot but they'd only let me be a gofer so I
sort of lost interest.

   That is, until Dad's friend brought his daughter, Allison, along to
spend the day.  He was supposedly trying to keep peace with his wife by
watching their daughter.  I think he brought her just to get me out of
their hair.  She succeeded.

   Allison was a real tomboy at thirteen.  I never saw her in anything but
jeans and sneakers and shirt.  Her shirts were always big oversized ones
and I couldn't tell much about what sort of tits she had.  I looked hard
enough but there just wasn't much there.

   The first couple of times, I tried to stay with the car work until Dad
chased me off, telling me to entertain my guest.  My guest?  OK, I decided
to make her my guest.  When Mom found us in my bedroom, sitting on the bed,
close together, she said maybe I needed to entertain Allison outdoors.  I
asked her if I could take Allison for a walk down along the creek bottom.

   We'd been having a lot of rain that spring and the creek bottom had
flooded a couple of times.  It was back between its banks but mud was
everywhere.  I guess I was hoping Allison wouldn't like the mud and
wouldn't want to go again and I could get back to the car.  Boy, was I
wrong.  She loved the mud.

   Mom made us go to her father to get his permission before we went down
to the creek.  I don't think her father was real eager to give her
permission to go off with me.  He kept asking if she'd be safe.  My dad
asked him what he meant - safe from snakes and mud or safe from me.  He
told his friend to ask me if she'd be safe.

   "Kieran, will Allison be safe with you?  She's a good girl and I want to
make sure she stays that way.  Are you going to be a good boy with
Allison?"

   My Dad probably knew what was coming.  I looked his friend straight in
the eye and said, "Hell no, she won't be safe.  I'm a bad boy and it's my
sworn duty to make every good girl into a bad girl."

   Dad dropped a tool with a loud clang and doubled over laughing.  His
friend almost dropped his jaw.  I waited for a minute before I said
anything else.  "I promise sir, man to man, I won't let any snakes get her.
Or me either."

   Allison didn't care if there was mud along the creek bottom.  She didn't
care if she got it all over.  I had to show her everything and she had to
crawl over, into, or onto everything.  We were both filthy within an hour.
I thought of one more place I wanted to show her.  We called it the Indian
Cave but the Indians probably never saw it.

   On one of the hills overlooking the creek, there was a rock outcropping.
Going at it uphill, there was an opening, a narrow space between two big
rocks.  About twenty feet in another big rock covered over the top.  There
was a cave-like space maybe eight by ten feet where some of my friends and
I played once in a while.  We'd already sprinkled the ground there with
enough semen to make it extra rich.  I didn't tell Allison that part.

   In the cave Allison grabbed me by the sleeve and pulled me up close to
her.  She wiped both her hands on whatever clean area she could find on my
sweatshirt.  When her hands were partially clean, she reached down,
unsnapped my jeans, pulled the zipper down and put her hand right on the
fly area of my briefs.  I forgot to breathe for a while.

   When she started feeling around finding my dick and then my balls, all I
could say was a very romantic "Oh, shit, oh shit, oohh shiitt." When she
put her fingers in and pulled out my dick, I almost screamed; having a hard
dick dug out sideways was no fun.  It felt just fine again when she got it
in her hand.  When she pulled my briefs down, my dick was dragged back
through the fly and almost broken off by the elastic band.  She pushed them
and my jeans down to mid thigh.

   She reached up with her other hand and tilted my head up so that I was
looking directly into her eyes.  She leaned forward and gave me a quick
smack on the lips and then leaned back again, staring me in the eyes.  Her
hand was working on my cock.  It felt strange, not so much because it was
her hand but because it was backwards.  When I gripped it my thumb was
pointing toward the head; when she gripped it, her thumb was pointing
toward my pubic hair.  Her hand worked as well backwards as mine did
forwards.  I came in a half-dozen good squirts all over the front of her
jeans.

   She hardly gave me a chance to catch my breath.  She pushed me back
against the cave wall and down until my bare butt was on the cold floor. 
My jeans and shorts were holding my legs together like a tourniquet.  She
looked down and evidently decided that wasn't what she wanted.  She pulled
off my sneakers, first one and then the other, and grabbed the hem of both
legs of my jeans.  It seemed like she dumped me out of them.  With nothing
but socks on from the waist down, she seemed satisfied with me.  She nudged
my legs apart with her foot.

   She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down on her hips, leaving a few
inches of white panties covering her stomach.

   When she turned around and then sat down between my legs, her back
against my stomach, I wondered what she had in mind.  She pushed back
against me, grabbed my right hand, and rubbed it around on her sweatshirt,
trying to get the mud off.  She lowered my hand toward her crotch, pulled
her panties away from her belly an inch or two and stuck my fingers, palm
downward against her smooth belly, into her panties.

   "Do me!"

   "Do me!" Do me what?  I wanted to do her.  I just didn't know what I
wanted to do to her.  I didn't know what she wanted me to do to her. 
Luckily she did.  She pushed my hand down further until I felt silky hair
and further until her panties forced my fingers into a curve around her
vulva.  When she stopped, I could feel warm moisture along the length of my
index finger.  I began to realize what "Do me!" meant.

   She found my other hand and brought it up and under her sweatshirt. 
Tits!  There were tits under there after all - small, firm,
barely-palm-sized tits with pointy nipples.  Hot poker burning a hole in my
palm.

   I buried my face in her hair and the side of her neck.  She started
whispering.  That's good.  Yeah, right there.  Rub it.  Stick your finger
in `til it's juicy.  Rub it some more.  Yeah.  Oh, god, that's good.  Do
it, Kieran.

   My finger was wallowing in the tight little crease between her thighs,
dipping down into her hot little cunt, spreading her little cunt lips,
going round and round where she told me "Yeah, that's it."

   My cock was hard again and hurting, jammed at an awkward angle between
my stomach and thigh and her back.  She reached around with one arm and
found it, straightened it up and began a behind-the-back upside-down
stroking.  I started saying, "Do me" too.  We both were grunting it, like
crazed singers.  She reached the end before I did and started squirming
around.  I curled my finger around and pushed it into her as deeply as I
could.  Shit, she was hot, tight and hot.  I pressed the base of the finger
against her clit, not knowing in the least what I was doing, and she
started shuddering and coming.

   She almost wrenched my cock off.  I squirted again, all over her back
while she tried to choke off the flow.  I felt her fingernails raking up
one leg.  I didn't care.  I had done her!  And she had done me again!

   When she stood up, I saw my come running down her back and onto her
panties.  She had mud smeared all over her ass and her jeans.  I didn't
care.  Her ass was the most beautiful one I'd ever seen.  The only one too.

   I stood up too, wobbly-legged, my cock dirty with mud and dripping with
the last oozing drops.  Allison gave me a smile that said, "I know
something" and squeezed my dick one more time.  I gave her the same smile.
She helped me get my shorts and jeans back on.  I needed the help.

   I looked at her, dirty, covered with mud, wet, hair stringy, no makeup,
lips unkissed except for one virginal smack.  She was a picture of absolute
beauty.  She was a girl.  And I had done her.

   On the way back, Allison was worried about being covered with mud -
afraid that her Dad would get mad at her.  I told her about the big shower
we had in the basement.  She asked where it was; she hadn't seen it.  I
told her it was in plain view, just the square on the floor surrounded by
concrete blocks.  The two showerheads were on the wall and the shower
curtain was always back because we never pulled it around the shower.  She
asked who used it and I told her that Dad and Alan and I showered there
after working on cars.

   I guess I was secretly hoping that we could somehow shower together.  At
the very least I was hoping she could pull the shower curtain around so
nobody could see her and she could shower by herself.  I was already
thinking of how it would be to get in the shower with my naked body knowing
her naked body had been in the same place.

   When Dad saw us come in the door, he nudged Allison's dad and the two of
them stood looking at us for a minute or so.  They started laughing and Dad
went over to the stairwell and called up to Mom in the kitchen.  She came
down and took one look and she wasn't laughing, not even smiling.  She took
one of the terrycloth robes and took Allison into the basement bedroom. 
When they came out, she was holding Allison's dirty clothes at arms length
in one hand and her sneakers in another.  Allison was wrapped down to her
ankles in the robe.

   She gave all three of us men a scathing look and told us, "Allison is
going upstairs to shower.  Kieran, you can shower down here.  Bring your
dirty clothes up to the washing machine when you're clean.  And you two
dirty old men can just damn well make sure Kieran comes clean." She almost
pushed Allison up the stairs.  I wondered how clean I was supposed to come.

   The two dirty old men erupted in whoops and hollers as soon as the door
to the kitchen was closed.  I stood there not knowing what to expect. 
Finally Dad told me to get undressed and get in the shower.  I started to
pull the shower curtain around so they couldn't see me but Dad told me, in
no uncertain voice, that I didn't need to try to hide anything.

   I started the shower running and stripped off.  When I pulled my muddy
jeans off both men were watching.  I looked down and saw that my briefs
were muddy too, especially in front.  I got rid of the evidence as quickly
as I could.  When I started scrubbing, they started back working on the
Avanti.  Dad was glancing at me every few seconds.  When I started to get a
hard-on, he nudged the other dirty old man to look at me.  I was standing
there, sort of dreamy eyed, working up a good lather around my cock and
balls.  Maybe they thought my dick was trying to stand up because I was a
little unsatisfied kid.  What they didn't know was that it was standing up
again, remembering what it had been like to be satisfied twice an hour
earlier.  I felt something stinging on one leg and looked down.  Red
stripes of fingernail scratches ran up my thigh.  I turned my back to the
two dirty old men and remembered that I had been sitting in the mud in the
cave and probably had a muddy butt.  I was in agony until I could get
showered and wrapped in a robe.

   When I took my dirty clothes up to Mom at the washing machine, she was
combing Allison's wet hair.  Allison and I looked at each other standing
there in white terry cloth robes.  Mom mumbled something about the mud
going through her washing machine and then put my clothes in with
Allison's. When she started the washing machine, I realized my jockey
shorts were going up and down and round and round in the hot soapy water
with Allison's panties.  I started getting hard again.  Mom chased us into
the kitchen and dared us to go anywhere else.

   We didn't go anywhere else.  Allison checked to make sure no one else
was looking and then opened her legs to let me look.  All I could see was a
matt of black hair over the little pink crease between her legs. 
Everything was closed up now.  I wondered how it could look so different
from the way it felt with my finger in it.

   I opened my legs to give Allison a look.  My balls were still hanging
low from the hot shower.  My dick was hard and pointing up toward my face;
I was proud of it and it was proud of me.

   I heard footsteps coming from the laundry room.  Mom.  We both covered
up and sat up on the edge of our chairs.  "Are you two being good?" she
asked.  "Don't let me catch you doing anything else!" We both gave her our
best innocent child smile.  Two yes ma'ams.

   As soon as her back was turned, Allison gave me another split second
flash.  I said to Mom's back, "Yes, Mom, we won't let you catch us doing
anything wrong."

   About an hour later, Mom brought us our jeans and shirts and underwear -
all clean and smelling fresh.  She said we'd have to go barefooted because
she wasn't going to run our muddy sneakers through her good washing
machine. She gave Allison her clothes and chased her to one bedroom.  She
gave me mine and chased me to the half-bath off the kitchen.  As we started
to leave, she gave both of us another dirty look.  "You two had better
clean up your act - before you get yourselves into a lot of trouble." I
said a very polite Yes, Ma'am and so did Allison.  Mom gave us a quick
smile.  As I left the room, I heard her giggling.

   Just as she was leaving with her Dad, late that afternoon, Allison gave
me a quick hug, a kiss just on the side of my mouth, and that smile again,
the one that says "I've got a secret."

   <><><>

   About the middle of the week after that Saturday, Dad said he was going
for a walk after dinner one night.  When he asked me if I wanted to go with
him, I knew better than to say no.  We were about a block from the house
before he said anything.

   "Kieran, we need to talk about Allison.  Do you want her to come back to
visit you when her father comes?"

   I knew I was about to get it.  "Yeah, Dad, I do.  I like her; she's nice
even if she is a tomboy."

   "I talked to her father.  He's worried she might not be safe if she
comes back to our house.  Do you think he's got any reason to worry about
her safety?"

   I knew he knew what I'd done.  "No, Dad, we did some stuff I don't want
to talk about.  But she's safe.  If she was a virgin when she came to our
house, she still is." He looked at me, boring in on that point.  "And I'm
not going to do anything to change that, Dad, trust me."

   "Man to man?" he asked, and I knew he was asking for a gentlemen's
agreement.

   "Yeah, Dad, man-to-man."

   We walked through an undeveloped area to a bluff overlooking the river
valley.  It was a favorite spot for all the walkers in the neighborhood to
stop and talk on their walking rounds.

   "I've got a few questions, Kieran.  Just between us men.  You might want
to help me out a little here.  I've got to talk to your mother and her
father.  I'll be careful in what I say.  But I need to understand what you
and Allison are up to."

   He hadn't killed me yet.  I decided I'd better just tell him the truth,
man to man.

   "Your mother told me she thought there was semen down the front of
Allison's jeans and on the back at the waistband.  Yours?"

   I nodded when I saw he was smiling.

   "How the hell did you ever manage that shot, Son?"

   I looked around as though checking to see if anybody was listening or
watching.  I held up one finger and shook my head to indicate no.  He
smiled wider.  I held up two fingers.  He nodded.  I made a circle out of
my thumb and fingers while Dad watched.  I held my hand out in front of me,
palm down as though I were encircling something on someone else's body.  I
moved my hand back and forth.

   "I see; that's one down the front.  And the second, behind her?"

   I put my hand behind my back and moved it back and forth.

   "I don't see.  But what the hell?  It won't get her pregnant, will it,
Son?"

   I shook my head in the negative again.

   "I need to hear you say it, Son.  Allison's Dad's not going to let her
come back to see you unless he knows you're a responsible young man.  If
you take her for a walk again, I need to know you aren't going to let a
red-headed snake bite her."

   I looked him in the eye.  It wasn't really that hard.  I loved him and I
knew he loved me.  "Allison's safe with me, Dad.  She...uh...she likes to
play around a little.  Course I do too.  But she's safe.  I'll make sure
she doesn't get bit..." I suddenly decided to be really man-to-man.  "I'll
make sure she doesn't get pregnant."

   "That's fine, Kieran.  I'll tell her father you'll watch out for her and
she'll be safe with you.  And in this case safe means you won't need any
condoms because you aren't going to try to use one.  Is that right?"

   "Yeah, Dad.  I don't need any.  Maybe in a year or two I might need
some."

   "I've got one more question, Kieran, and you don't have to answer this
one unless you want to.  Would you tell this old man what you were doing
when Allison was going ..." He made a jacking movement with his hand. 
"...behind her back?"

   I told him.  It took a while but I told him.  I told him where my hand
was while Allison was stroking me behind her back.  I told him she almost
broke my dick off behind her back when she came.  He playfully punched me
on the shoulder and stood beaming down at me.

   We stood for a moment in silence, looking out over the river valley. 
Finally Dad turned back toward me.

   "Kieran.  Man to man.  I trust you.  Don't ever betray my trust, Son."

   He held out his hand to me.  I took it.  Very man to man.  His big
strong hand enveloped my boy's hand.  Man to man - but I lost it.  I
wrapped my arms against his waist and hugged up against him.  I was still a
head shorter than he was.  My head ended up in his armpit.  I smelled the
man's sweat of him.

   "I won't, Dad.  I never will," I mumbled into his armpit.

   "Guess it's time us men got back home," he said.

   <><><>

   The next time Allison and her father came, my Mom quickly made me aware
that she was watching everything we did.  I did manage to get and give a
few quick squeezes.  My hand took care of my hard-on that night, not
Allison, but she was there in my mind.

   <><><>

   The next time Allison and her father came, my Mom kept an eye on us
again during the morning.  Allison and I helped her around the house until
she got tired of us and told us to go play.  We went out to the front porch
and sat in the rocking chairs.

   "Allison, we've got to talk.  They know what we did.  That's why Mom
won't let us out of her sight.  She's afraid I'll do something to you."

   "Oh, shit, Kieran.  Shit!  Are you sure?  My Mom's gonna kill me."

   "She doesn't know unless your Dad told her.  I know your Dad knows.  I
don't think he's told your mother."

   "Kieran, I didn't really wanna do anything bad.  You're cute and nice
and I like you a lot.  I didn't wanna do anything bad.  I just wanted to
play with you."

   "Dad made me have a long talk with him, Allison.  I don't think he
thinks we did anything wrong.  He knows pretty much what we did.  He didn't
say we were bad, not once.  He said he had to talk to your Dad."

   "Shit, Kieran, I was hoping I could keep on coming over here.  Now
they'll make me stay home.  I liked playing in the mud with you.  Even if
we hadn't done the sex stuff, the rest was fun."

   "Allison, they're not gonna make you stay home.  My Dad and your Dad
just said I had to be responsible.  They want to know you're safe with me.
I promised him, man to man, I'd make sure I didn't do anything to get you
pregnant."

   She sat looking at me, rocking harder and harder.  I could see she was
getting angry.

   "Well, fuck me, that really pisses me off.  They really thought I was
going to let you do it, I mean, fuck me?  Shit, Kieran, I'm not that
stupid."

   "Allison, you just said fuck and piss and shit - two fucks.  If Mom
hears you, she'll get mad again.  She thinks we don't talk that way, at
least, we shouldn't."

   She looked at me with a big grin.

   "Kieran, if you say the f word one more time, we'll be even."

   "Fuck." I waited for a few seconds.  "'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.  Piss,
Piss, Piss, Shit, Shit." I tried to think of some more good ones.  "Cock
and cunt, cock in cunt."

   She started giggling.  I followed.  When we finally stopped, she took a
deep breath, sort of out of resignation.

   "OK, Kieran, I'll help you preserve my virginity.  We'll stop the sex
stuff.  But I would like to come see you.  You're fun to be with."

   "Allison, you don't understand.  Nobody's said we had to stop it. 
Nobody's said we did anything bad.  Dad just said I had to be responsible.
I gave him my word.  I'll keep it.  I have to.  He loves me too much for
me... I mean, I have to keep his trust."

   "You think if we'd've come back last time clean and I wouldn't've had
your stuff all over my jeans, they wouldn't've got mad?"

   "Yeah, I think we've just gotta keep it clean.  And be honest with'em."

   "I hope so.  I was sorta wantin' to get at you again."

   "Me too."

   <><><>

   After lunch, Mom wanted to go shopping.  She took me and Allison down in
the basement.  The old men had their heads under the hood of the Avanti. 
She asked them if they'd keep an eye on us.  She was going to be gone all
afternoon.

   They both answered without taking their heads out from under the hood.
They way they said it, it sounded like they were going to chain us to the
steering wheel of the car.  Allison and I sat on the steps watching until I
heard Mom leave in her car.

   "Dad, would it be OK if Allison and I got a blanket and went down the
hill to the pines.  We'll sit on the blanket so we don't get dirty.  And
you can see us out the door if you look for us."

   They both straightened up and looked at us.  They looked at each other.
Allison's dad nodded yes.  My dad nodded yes.

   "Just don't go anywhere else, Son," Dad said.  "We'll check on you once
in a while.  If we want you, we'll holler out the back door for you to come
back.

   I got an old blanket out of the basement bedroom.  We went out the
basement door into the back yard.  With Allison's hand in mine and the
blanket under my arm, we walked down the hillside to the pines.

   There were five large pines growing close together.  The ground
underneath was covered with pine needles.  Alan and Kara and I played there
with other neighborhood kids.  We'd cleaned everything out until there was
nothing but pine straw on the ground and we could lie around and talk and
play.

   Allison looked around at our play area.  She looked down the hill at the
creek.  I could see the sun glistening on the muddy areas.

   "This is nice, Kieran.  I just wish we could find a spot like this where
they can't see us.  Is this as far as they said we could go?"

   "Allison, they can't see us here.  Dad knows he can't see us when we're
here.  Look back uphill at the house."

   We both turned and looked.  We couldn't see the basement part at all. 
We could see the top half of the first floor and all of the second. 
Somebody looking out the first floor windows might see us.  Somebody
looking out from the second floor could.  Nobody could see us from the
basement windows.

   She understood.  "Your Dad does know he can't see us.  Does my Dad know
it too?"

   She stood quietly, probably thinking as I was of the implications of
this.

   "I think they're trusting us, Allison.  I think they're saying we can go
this far and no farther.  Just like letting us come part way down the hill
to the pines.  No farther.  I told Dad I'd keep you safe.  They know where
we're going.  Just so far and no farther."

   Allison turned to me and pulled me against her.  I dropped the blanket.
She held me around my waist and put her head so close her hair was in my
face.  It tickled but I didn't mind.  When she turned me loose, I unfolded
the blanket.  The towel I had stuck in fell out on the pine needles. 
Allison smiled at me when she saw it and we spread the blanket out on the
pine straw in a sunny open spot.

   Allison kicked off her sneakers and lay down on her stomach on the
blanket.  I did the same and we were side by side, not touching, our faces
a couple of feet apart.  We looked at each other.  I started getting hard.
I looked into Allison's eyes.  They were half closed, sort of sleepy
looking.  She didn't seem to blink.

   We lay there quietly.  All I could hear was the occasional "screee" of a
hawk as it circled overhead and the moan of the breeze as it passed through
the pines.  All I could see was Allison's face, her eyes boring into mine.
She was beautiful.

   "I'm getting hot," she said.  "Are you?"

   I was beginning to feel damp inside my sweatshirt.  Was that the kind of
hot she meant?

   "Yeah, me too.  Can I take my sweatshirt off?"

   She didn't answer.  Instead she got up on her knees and moved over me.
She rolled me over on my back, grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt, and
pulled it over my head.  She almost took my ears and nose off.  I hoped I
wouldn't have to be the one to say "Be gentle with me."

   My sweatshirt had probably not hit the ground when hers was off and
flying after mine.  She did have tits.  Half a tennis ball, maybe half a
baseball.  Beautiful tits.  Dark circles around little nipples.  I felt
like my heart was in my mouth.  She moved over me and lowered herself down
on me.  Her nipple was in my mouth.  I was in heaven.

   I sucked on one.  Pulled on the nipple with my lips.  Opened my lips and
tried to get her whole breast in.  Didn't quite fit but well worth the
effort.  She took that one away and gave me the other one.  I wrapped my
arms around her shoulders.

   I felt her hand fooling with the button on my jeans.  I sucked in my
stomach to give her more room.  She popped the button one-handedly.  The
zipper was no problem.  When she tried to pull my jeans down, I raised my
ass up off the blanket, used two hands, and pushed my jeans and briefs half
way down my thighs.  She offered me a breast again and wrapped her hand
around my cock.  I was wrong before.  I was in heaven now.

   I sucked.  She stroked.  I licked.  She played with my balls.  I sucked
some more and her hand tried to choke my cock to death.

   She flopped down beside me suddenly, on her back, legs in the air, jeans
unzipped and down and off her legs.  Panties followed.  In seconds she was
back on her knees and on top of me, nipple in my mouth, hand on my cock.  I
moved one hand to her knee, traced upwards on her thigh, found her cunt. 
Cunt, Cunt, Cunt.  God, now I knew what Cunt meant.  Cunt!  It was this
hairy crack between her legs.  Hair like fine cat hair, knew why they
called it pussy.  Little vertical crease.  Where did it start?  Where did
it go?  There.  Wet, hot, hole in her.  Finger slides in.  She moans.

   I'm dying.  My eyes are closed and all I can see is red.  One breast
feels small in my hand, the other big enough to cut off the air supply
through my nose.  I try to breath around it.  My finger is sliding in and
out of her and my hand is still.  She's moving up and down on it.  All I've
got to do is hold my finger still and she fucks it.  Fucks it.  God, I want
to fuck it.  Please let me fuck it.

   She starts moaning and then going uh, uh, uh, uh.  She tries to shove
her cunt down around my finger.  I help her.  I feel her cunt squeezing
around my finger.  Uh, squeeze.  Uh, squeeze.  Uh, squeeze.  I start
moaning too, just like her.  She tries to pull my cock off my body.  All
she gets is a load of come.  I shoot all over her hand and all over my
stomach.

   She rises up on her knees, looking down at me flat on my back.  She's
breathing like she's been running.  I am too.  We look at each other's
eyes. Hers are smoldering.  I know what that means now, not just from
having read it.  She looks down at my stomach.  I raise my head and look
down too.  She uses one finger and starts tracing circles around in the
semen on my stomach.  My cock is still hard, still up just a little above
my stomach, sort of throbbing in mid air.  I can see some more white stuff
oozing out the slit.  She catches it on one finger, rubs it between two
fingers, looks at it, and wipes it off on my chest.  She gives me that "I
know a secret" smile.  I know it too.  I smile back.

   She wiped me off with the towel and then carefully wiped her fingers and
looked around for any stray shots.  She spread her legs and carefully wiped
her cunt with the towel.

   We did it again before we went back up the hill.  She was flat on her
back this time.  I was over her.  She was milking me.  I squirted down for
her.  I was finger-fucking her, wishing to God I could dick fuck her.  I
knew I couldn't.  I could be trusted, couldn't I?  Please God, let me be
trustworthy.  She wouldn't let me stop finger-fucking her until she came
again.  I didn't want to stop even then.

   I wiped my come off the blanket and wiped up between her legs.  She
spread wider to let me see how open and wet and pink she was.  I touched it
with the towel.  I wanted to stick my face in it first and then put my dick
in it and leave it there.

   I could be trusted.  I knew I'd proved it.  I thought about proving it
again the next time she came for a visit.

   We got dressed in a reverse strip tease.  Panties on, briefs on, jeans
on, sweatshirts on, sneakers on.  She licked her fingers and tried to comb
my hair back in place.  I picked the pine straw out of hers.

   We went back up the hill the way we had gone down, hand in hand, blanket
under one arm.  When we went in the basement, the old men still had their
heads under the hood of the car.  Allison's dad looked up and said, "Oh,
back so soon, hope you had a good time." Dad looked at me and smiled.  I
nodded at him and smiled back.  I put the blanket back in the closet.  I
put the towel under my bed so I could smell it that night when I jacked
off. And for the next six nights until Allison came again.  I knew I could
be trusted.  Dad would be proud of me.  He knew what I was doing.  He was
still proud of me.

   <><><>

   "How far did you and Allison go?" Siobhan asked.

   "Just down the hill to the pines," I said.

   "You know what I mean."

   "Yes, I know.  And my answer's a good one.  She came to the house with
her father a few more times.  We never went any further, or farther.  Which
is right?  We never got into oral sex.  I wanted to but I guess I was
ashamed to ask her.  I didn't know how to ask her to suck me.  I was afraid
to ask her to let me go down on her."

   "Both and whatever happened to Allison?  My wife asked.

   "I don't know.  I saw her around school during the next year and we'd
have lunch and talk.  When we started high school, she went to one in a
different zone.  I've never seen her since."

   But you remember her, don't you?"

   "I remember lots from that time.  I remember how cold and damp it was in
that cave and how hot Allison was.  I remember what she smelled like, her
cunt, in the sun on the pine straw.  I remember the scratches she put on my
leg when she came.  I even remember the hawk overhead going `scree'.  But
the one thing I remember most clearly is not about Allison."

   "What is it, then?"

   "I remember the smell of Dad's armpit and the feel of his hand behind my
head when I told him I'd never betray his trust."

   "You haven't, Kieran; you haven't"

   "I hope not."

   "I'm going pee," she said.  "I'll be back in just a minute."

   While she was gone, I stretched out with my head on a pillow, hands
behind my head, and thought about what I'd done earlier with Siobhan and
what I'd done years ago with Allison.  Cute little Allison knew what she
wanted and wouldn't let me stop until I helped her come twice that last
afternoon.  Siobhan knew what she wanted too and had ridden me to an orgasm
that made her moan so loudly I had to shush her.  When I shoved up into her
in a frenzy and then grunted and spurted and grunted and spurted, she
pressed her mouth over mine to shut me up while I spurted some more.  Then
when we snuggled up with my dick still swollen against her ass and between
her thighs, she teased it back into full hardness and I fucked her from
behind until she started whimpering and coming again and I kept at her and
kept at it until I shot another load into her juicy cunt.  From cute little
Allison and how many others and now Siobhan, my love, I guess I loved all
of them but especially Siobhan.

   "Kieran."

   I heard a loud whisper and opened my eyes.  Siobhan was standing in the
semi-darkness looking down at the kids.

   "What?" I whispered.

   "Come look."

   I got up and tiptoed over to her.  She was standing over Kavan.  His
sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful and his lips were slightly parted.
He was sprawled out on his back, one arm thrown to the side, the other on
his chest, his legs apart, and his hard little dick standing up at an angle
over his stomach.  The night was still warm and he'd kicked off the blanket
I had put over him when I finished reading to them.

   "Look at him," she whispered.  "When I took Kerry in their bedroom to
put him to bed the other night, Kavan was lying on his bed, naked, playing
with it.  It was hard just like this except that he'd pulled back his
foreskin.  It was so cute."

   "What did he say when you caught him?" I asked.

   "He wasn't very eloquent.  He said `Oh, shit' and then giggled."

   "What did you do?"

   "I put Kerry down and then went over to him.  I kissed him on the nose,
took his hand and put it back on his dick, whispered "It's OK," and left
the room.

   "Good.  Don't ever make him ashamed of playing with his dick.  I want
him to grow up proud of himself; I don't want him thinking it's wrong or a
sin or any shit like that."

   I moved over a little and she followed me.  We both bent over and looked
down at Arial.  She was naked too but she was lying on her side, tangled up
in the blanket I'd put over her.  Her face was in profile and I could
clearly see her long eyelashes and cute little nose in the dim light.  She
was the closest to beautiful perfection of anything I'd ever seen.  I stood
looking at her, reluctant to move.

   "She's got her little hand wrapped around your heart, hasn't she?"
Siobhan said.

   "Yeah, she has.  You know, I love the boys but the way I love her is
different.  I don't know how to explain it.  It's just different.  It's so
damn intense."

   "Some day you'll have to give her to another man."

   "I guess so.  I'll just make sure I find her a good one."

   "Yeah, sure you will."

   We moved over again and looked down at Kerry.  Siobhan had put a
nightshirt on him and he had on a diaper.  The nightshirt had ridden up and
his fat little stomach was bare and his chubby legs were spread like
Kavan's.

   "This one is you made over," Siobhan whispered.

   "Well, that's fair, isn't it?  Kavan's like you."

   "Kavan's going to grow up handsome.  This one's going to grow up
beautiful, long and tall and slim like you."

   "Let's have a dozen more and see what they turn out to be."

   "OK, if you'll have the next three," she giggled.

   Siobhan took my hand and led me back to our bed.  We lay down and
spooned up in our usual way with my right hand on her left breast.

   "Do you think Kavan was masturbating?" she asked.

   "Nah, just playing with it.  That's the way we are.  We play with our
dicks all the time when we're little and that gradually gets to be more and
more fun and then one day we find out how to make it feel really good."

   "Before puberty?  Before your testosterone starts to change you?"

   "Yeah.  I could masturbate to orgasm quite a while before I ever got
anything out of my dick, before I started shooting off.  After my balls
kicked in I did it about ten times as much and it felt one hell of a lot
better."

   "What are you going to teach Kavan and Kerry about masturbation?  You're
the one who's got to do that, you know, not me."

   "Well, you can teach Arial.  Just let them know it's the most normal
thing they can do as teenagers.  Just let them know it's fun and won't hurt
anything and they should never be ashamed of it.  That's about it, I
guess."

   "And when I walk in on Kavan doing it, he'll just say "Hi, Mom," and
keep on doing it.

   "Well, he may just say "Oh, shit," and keep on doing it."

   "I hope they all sleep through the night.  I'm tired," she whispered.

   "I think they will.  I think we wore them out playing this afternoon. 
Just don't wake me up to look if Kavan starts jacking off again."

   She giggled and pulled my hand tighter against her breast and squirmed
her butt back closer against me.

   I kept thinking about the kids and how I wanted to raise them and how it
would be when they were teenagers and then grown and I guess that's when I
went to sleep.  They did sleep through the night.

   Chapter Seven

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 34 in story, 28 in flashback with
kids; Siobhan Stuart, 33 in story, 15 in flashback with Jacob Paul, 16; 16
in flashback with James Boyd, 18; 18 in flashback with Grant Knight, 19; 27
in flashback with kids; Kavan Stuart, 7 in story, 21 months in flashback;
Arial Stuart, 5 in story, 3 months in flashback; Kerry Stuart, 11 months in
story

   TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart

   (KIERAN)

   I asked Siobhan to come to bed with me early, just as soon as Kavan and
Arial and Kerry were down for the night.  I showered and was drying off
when she came in the bathroom.  I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and
stood watching through the glass while she showered.  When she finished, I
had two towels waiting, one for her hair and one for the rest of her.  When
she was dry, I asked her to sit down on the toilet.  I tried to comb her
hair, my dick only inches from her face.  Even her breath on it was enough
to cause it to begin to engorge.

   "The other afternoon when I was taking care of the kids and you were
baking the apple pies, do you remember what I said?"

   "I think so.  You said something about how I smelled, like apples and
cinnamon and nutmeg."

   "That's not all I said.  I said I'd like to eat you.  There's half an
apple pie left.  I know something that would be good with it."

   She looked up at me and smiled.  "Make up your mind.  Which do you want
to eat - me or apple pie?"

   "Both," I said.  "I want you first.  I want to bury my face in your
cunt. I want to lick you and lick you until I can't taste or smell anything
but cunt.  I want to chew on your cunt lips.  I want to fuck your cunt with
my tongue.  I want to suck your clit and tongue it until you come.  If I'm
still cunt-hungry, I'll do it until you come again."

   "Kieran, it sounds like you've got cunt on the brain tonight.  When do
you want the apple pie - before of after?"

   "After.  After you come at least once or twice.  When you tell me to
stop, I'm going to cut two pieces of apple pie.  I'm going to put some
sharp cheddar cheese on top.  I'm going to warm that in the microwave. 
Then I'm going to put a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of that.  And
we're going to eat your pie.  And I'm going to taste cunt, apple pie,
cheddar cheese, and vanilla ice cream.  Damn, Siobhan, I couldn't get any
more gourmet than that, could I?"

   "OK, you can have all you can eat, except for one thing."

   "What?"

   "Leave the cheddar cheese off mine.  I don't need the calories. 
Especially since I'm gonna get a load of calories when I suck you off. 
After you come at least once or twice, then we'll have the apple pie."

   <><><>

   Afterward, we snuggled up close to each other in bed.  I loved to feel
her naked ass pressed against me and to cup my hand under her breast,
especially since Kerry had been weaned and she didn't have to wear that
damned nursing bra to bed.

   "Kieran," Siobhan said, "some day we're going to have to teach our kids
about sex.  When Kavan's seventeen and Arial's sweet sixteen and Kerry's
what - twelve, would you tell them what we just did?"

   I had to think about that for a minute or two.

   "Maybe.  There're some things we've already agreed on, like raising them
in a nudist or naturist home.  I want them to grow up without shame about
their bodies.  We can't be ashamed of ours then, can we?"

   "No, but seeing us naked and seeing us before apple pie are quite
different."

   "My father and mother didn't hide from me and my sister and brother when
they wanted to grope each other.  I've seen my Dad holding my Mom from
behind with his hands on her breasts lots of times.  They had clothes on
but the three of us kids didn't see anything wrong with it.  We were glad
to see them.  Would it be so different if our kids saw me holding you with
my hands on your naked breasts?  Or both of us holding each other with our
hands on each other's naked butts?"

   "I don't see anything wrong with that, Kieran.  But do you want them to
see us in bed, with me riding on you?  How'd it look for them to see your
balls hanging down, your cock in my cunt, my asshole exposed?  Do you think
they'd like to see that?"

   "I don't know.  I would.  Can we get a mirror?"

   "What are you going to teach Kavan and Kerry about masturbation?  What
am I going to teach Arial?  They're going to do it, you know, whether we
talk to them about it or not."

   "I wish, I wi...Shit, I don't know."

   "What?"

   "I'd like to teach them that it's perfectly natural.  It's nothing for
them to be ashamed about.  I think it's the opposite - something healthy,
something they should be encouraged to do.  I want them to know it's
something they don't have to hide."

   "Did your father or mother ever catch you doing it?"

   "No, my father talked to me about it.  I knew it was OK to do it.  We
had a rule that if any of us shut the bedroom door, we wanted privacy.  We
shouldn't be disturbed.  It worked fine for my parents and for us kids."

   "You were still hiding it.  Do you think we could raise them so that
they wouldn't worry too much if the door were shut?  If you walked in and
Kavan, or maybe Kerry, was jacking off, he'd just smile at you and keep on
doing it.  Maybe even let you watch."

   "It's hard for me to picture that little baby girl in there masturbating
when I walk in and then her letting me watch."

   "Kieran, I'd love to raise them like that," she said.  "I'd love to
raise them so that they could keep on getting in bed with us when they're
naked.  Maybe even sleep with us once in a while.  I love to have you and
Kavan and Arial and Kerry in bed with me now.  Would it be wrong to let
them be that close when they're seven and eleven and twelve?"

   "I don't think we'd have too big a problem then.  But when they're
thirteen and seventeen and eighteen, what then?"

   "Well, maybe by then the two oldest ones will have somebody else to
sleep with."

   "How about Kerry?  I wish I'd had somebody to sleep with when I was
thirteen.  I wouldn't have had to jack off all the time."

   She was silent for a while then.  I didn't know where we were going with
this.  I wanted so much to be open and honest with my wife and kids about
everything.  But was this going too far?

   "I know one thing," she said.  "I'm not going to hide anything from them
and I'm not going to be ashamed of anything we do."

   "Agreed," I said.  "Now let's get some sleep.  We'll talk about this
some more another night.  And tomorrow night you've got to tell me about
your first love.  You've been promising you would."

   "First love, hell, the first one was a lying bastard.  He was no love."

   "Well, was the second one any better?"

   "I guess.  Except that he loved the guy who was his room-mate too."

   "Damn, you mean he swung both ways?"

   "Well, he didn't swing with me much more after I found out about it?"

   "Did you have anymore luck with your third one?"

   "I suppose.  He was quite a hunk.  All the girls at school thought so.
He was damned good in bed.  He just didn't let me see his bad side until
after he'd got me there."

   "Got you where?"

   "Quit poking me with that thing, Kieran.  Go to sleep.  I'll tell you
about him tomorrow night."

   I was almost asleep when she decided she had something she had to tell
me.

   "Kieran, are you asleep?"

   "Yeah, I am."

   "One afternoon last week, Arial was letting Kavan look at her pussy."

   "Did you walk in on them?"

   "Yeah."

   "What did they say?  No, what did you say?"

   "I didn't fuss at them.  I didn't tell them it was bad.  I just asked
Kavan what he was doing."

   "And..."

   "He said he was looking for her hole."

   "Her hole?"

   "Yes.  You know the little book about sex we gave them after they walked
in on us making love - it said a woman had a vagina and a man put his penis
in it to make a baby.  He thought if a guy could put his penis in a girl,
there had to be a hole there.  He said the only one he could see was the
one she pooped from."

   I couldn't help but laugh at that.  "What did you do?  What did you tell
them?"

   "I just told him to trust us.  I said there was a hole where he was
looking.  When he grew up and got him a girl, he'd find it."

   <><><>

   The next night, as soon as Kavan and Arial and Kerry were put to bed for
the night, Siobhan took my hand and led me into our bedroom and on into our
bathroom.  Perhaps there's a fine line between loving acts and sexual acts.
When she scrubbed my back with the rough sponge, I closed my eyes and
leaned against the shower wall.  It was pure sensual pleasure, an act of
love from the woman I loved, but not sexual.  My cock didn't lift even an
inch in the warmth of the shower.

   She turned me around and rubbed my chest the same way, almost hard
enough to tear what little chest hair I had out of my pores.  My cock hung
down, complacent, not involved.  When she moved down below the Mason/Dixon
line, my navel, my cock noticed.  He tried to raise his head to see what
she was up to.  By the time he got his head up, his cyclopean eye was
covered.  He had to endure a few minutes in darkness before I picked her up
and carried her out of the shower.

   I took her to bed still dripping wet, impatient to love her the way I
wanted.  She wrapped her towel around her wet hair and opened her legs to
me.  Her thighs were beginning to develop a very faint stubble but they
were still smooth against my cheeks.  The area between her legs where she
shaved was also smooth and my tongue found only one or two stiff thorns to
impede me.  The neatly-trimmed red mat on her mound crushed under my
forehead and nose as I sought out her opening.

   She smelled of soap - flowers and herbs - and of woman - musk and
pheromones.  She tasted like some strange fruit that could never be shipped
from the tropical earth where it grew.  I let all of my consciousness slip
away except for the senses at play in the fields of the goddess.  In short,
I licked her cunt and sucked her clit until she came, hard and groaning. 
Two nights in a row and just as good the second time as the first, even
with0ut the apple pie.  And she did have a hole down there; I stuck my
tongue in it a few times.

   Afterward, she permitted me to comb out her hair, use the hair dryer,
and then blow it dry.  I wondered how many times I'd done this, an act of
pure love, in the years I'd known her.

   "We were talking about how we're going to raise our kids," Siobhan said,
picking up the conversation that had not ended the night before.

   "Well, we did decide a few things, didn't we?  We're going to keep on
being nudists, naturists, whatever.  Just no clothes when that's
comfortable.  We're going to keep on sleeping that way when we want to. 
We'll let them do the same, if that's what they want.  We'll let them crawl
in bed with us once in a while, maybe even sleep with us.  What else?"

   "It's the What Else we've got to think carefully about," Siobhan said.
"We both agree we're going to be totally honest and open with them in
talking about sex, no matter what the topic.  And when they get to puberty
and hormones start flowing, we're going to teach them that it's nothing to
be ashamed about, that sex is natural and good."

   "It's more than just teaching them an attitude about it, Siobhan.  I've
jerked off as long as I can remember.  I don't think I'd have any trouble
talking to Kavan and Kerry and maybe even talking to Arial.  Maybe I could
show the boys; who knows?  If I walked in on Kavan pulling his pud, I don't
think it'd be a problem for me.  Maybe after he got used to it, not for
him. But, Arial, that's scary.  Can't picture her at thirteen watching me
jack off when I'm about forty."

   "How many different ways can you talk about masturbating without saying
that word once?  You just said it three different ways."

   "Honey, that's just the beginning of the good ways us guys describe it.
But whattaya think, in about eight or so years, should I let my little girl
watch me jack off or should she have to watch some stranger, some little
neighborhood kid?"

   "Kieran, I hope she can watch the neighborhood kid, and her brothers,
and maybe even her father, if he can still get it up."

   "Siobhan," I hit her with a pillow, "you're going to get it for that."

   She did.  Twice.  Once after she told me about Jacob Paul and then a
quickie in the shower the next morning.  But I don't suppose I should count
the one in the shower.  Siobhan's sensitive mother's ears picked up a noise
from the kids that I never heard and neither of us came that time.

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   I was fifteen when I met my first love.  Ha!  I was too stupid to know.
Love?  I didn't have a clue.  My parents had rented a beach house with
Mom's brother and sister and their kids.  I think there were 6 adults and
about 10 kids.  I was the oldest girl there.  During the first week, I
started to wish I wasn't there.  All I was doing was a lot of babysitting.
That all changed the next weekend when a family came to the beach house
next door.  They had two children, a boy and a girl.  The girl was just
there on weekends.  The boy turned out to be the same age as I was.

   He was sitting on the beach late one evening, just as the sun was going
down.  He had on shorts and a too-big T-shirt with a floppy hat.  I saw him
from the deck of our house.  I was tired of having to deal with the young
kids and not having anybody my own age to talk to.

   I put on clean shorts and knit shirt and walked down to where he was
sitting.  He seemed lost in thought, looking out to the horizon.  I suppose
he saw me out of the side of his vision because he stood up, looked at me,
and said "Hello."

   I answered by saying hello, telling him my name, and then saying, "It's
spelled S-I-O-B-H-A-N.  But it's pronounced Sheh-vawn.  It's Celtic."

   "It's a beautiful name.  It fits you."

   "Flattery will get you everywhere.  Anyway, everybody is calling me See
now.  About all I've done this last week is baby sit.  When anybody needs a
baby sitter, they say `See Siobhan."

   "It sounds like fun," he answered.  "My sister thinks she's too old to
do anything with me since she's got a boyfriend.  My parents are always too
busy working on their business to relax even at the beach house.  I'd like
to have somebody to do something with, even if it's babysitting.  And my
name's Jake, short for Jacob.  Jacob Paul.  Talk about messing up names. 
When I have a new teacher, they always try to call on Paul Jacobs."

   "Come help me tomorrow morning, Jake," I said.  "The kids get an hour at
the beach in the morning, another in the afternoon.  They want me to watch
them in the morning tomorrow.  I'm free the rest of the day."

   "OK, See," he answered, grinning, "I'll be there tomorrow."

   And that's how my first love started.  We sat on the beach and talked
until it was dark and I thought I've better go in.  He helped me with the
little kids the next day and we both had fun.  I took a nap after lunch,
worn out from playing in the surf with the kids.  Woke up in time to help
fix dinner.  I kept looking out to see if he'd come out again.  Finally,
just before sunset, I saw him sitting on the beach again, wearing about the
same outfit.

   When I walked up behind him this time, I noticed that he had his head on
his arms, sort of hidden, and I thought I heard him sniffing or something.
I wondered if he was crying and stood still a minute.  He had stopped
sniffing but his head was still down.  I deliberately made a noise so he'd
know I was there.

   He looked up at me and said hello and I could see tears in his eyes and
his face was a little red.  I plopped down beside him and neither of us
said anything for a while.

   "What's wrong?" I finally asked.  "It sounded like you were crying."

   "Naah," he said, "I guess I just got something in my nose.  It's
nothing."

   "I'm glad you're here.  It's nice to have someone else my age to talk
to. Why won't you talk to me and tell me what's really wrong?  I told you I
was unhappy yesterday.  You came over and helped me enjoy the morning."

   "This is sorta guy stuff," he answered.  "I don't think you'd understand
it."

   "I've got lots of guy friends, not boyfriends, just guys who are
friends. We talk about most everything.  I'll bet whatever's bothering
you's nothing I haven't heard about before.  Besides, I've got a little
brother; he's a couple of years younger than me.  He tells me all about boy
stuff and I tell him about girl stuff."

   He looked me directly in my eyes, holding the look for a couple of
minutes, before he finally said, "It's about the way some of the guys treat
me.  I'm not much good in sports and they say I look too much like a girl.
Some of them keep saying I'm a queer - a faggot.  It hurts."

   "Yeah, boys and girls in school can be mean.  They like to put down
people and call them names like that.  My red hair has got me called all
sorts of names and some of them aren't nice ones."

   "Why do they do it?" Jake asked.  "How the hell am I supposed to know
what I am, gay or straight?  I've never done anything with anybody else."

   "Well, you are cute.  But I don't think you look like a girl.  You look
like a boy who's just growing up to me.  Why do they think you're gay?"

   "I can't talk to you about it."

   "Why not?  My brother and I talk about stuff like this all the time.  He
tells me what's happening with him, how he's always getting a boner, as he
calls it.  I made him tell me what he does about it.  He said he beats the
hell out of it but he never can make it behave."

   "Yeah, that's the way I am too," he volunteered.  "I can't make it
behave.  It happened once in the showers at school when a bunch of us guys
were showering.  I think that's when they started calling me a queer.  But
I've seen some of the other guys pop a boner in the shower and nobody
called them gay.  I suppose it was because they were sports jocks."

   "Why don't you just ask yourself whether you're gay or straight?" I
suggested.  "I'll bet you could answer the question if you thought about
how you really feel.  Nobody else's opinion really matters, does it?"

   "It's not that simple," Jake said.  "I see guys in the shower all the
time and I check'em out.  I think I'm mainly just comparing them with me to
see if I'm....developing like they are.  I may get a boner in the shower
once in a while but I even get'em in classes.  If a guy can get one in our
History class, he can't be gay.  I've see magazines with pictures of naked
women and I always get hard.  But I see pictures of naked men and I get
hard from them too.  Shit, I can even get hard from walking down the street
and looking at a fireplug and thinking that it looks like a woman with big
boobs."

   "OK, Jake," I said.  "Let me ask you a couple of questions and maybe we
can figure it out together.  But you've got to answer truthfully."

   "OK, I'll try," he answered.

   "Well, do you like to look at me?" I asked.  "When I had on my bikini
this morning, how did you react?  Did I cause you any hard problems?"

   "Yeah, why do you think I spent so much time in the water?  Why do you
think I wore those baggy trunks?"

   "Well, I think that's probably normal for guys your age, isn't it?" I
said.  "I've got one more question and then I think we'd better change the
subject for tonight.  I'd like to go for a walk on the beach with you."

   "You sure it's your last one?  This is kind of embarrassing."

   "I'm sure.  Now, tell me, have you got a boner now from looking at me
and talking to me about this stuff?"

   "Yeah, I have, "he answered, "and I'd love to go for a walk with you. 
But I can't right now."

   "Oh, yeah," I said, loudly.  I grabbed his hands and pulled him down
into the water with me.  The breaking waves were small ones but the water
was a little cool.  I pulled him out into the waist-deep water before I
released his hands.  I noticed he had a nice tent in the front of his
baggies when I pulled him up.  I began to splash him and he started doing
the same to me.  We kept it up until we were both drenched.

   "Can we go for a walk now?" I asked, holding out my hand to him.

   "Yeah," he said, with a grin, and he took my hand as we waded out of the
water and held it until we came back from our walk.

   "Thanks for a nice evening, Jake," I said.  "Think of me tonight and
I'll think of you."

   "You mean when I'm....you're going to do it too, thinking of me?"

   "Yeah, I am," I said.  I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  He
broke into a big grin and I left him standing there like that.

   The next morning, he came over to help me with the kids again.  We
played on the beach and in the surf again and I noticed that he did spend a
good bit of time in the water.  We heard thunder rumble out in the gulf and
we knew we had to get off the beach.  We took all the kids to the
recreation room on the beach floor of our house and played games with them
until noon.  I invited him to have lunch with us and he seemed very happy
to accept.

   After lunch, he said he had to go back to check in with his parents and
that he'd see me on the beach later in the evening.  I read a book most of
the afternoon, except when I was interrupted with thoughts about what he'd
look like without those baggy trunks on.

   I went out about seven that evening, hoping he'd come out early.  I had
hardly got to the beach in front of their house when I saw him come running
out.  When he came to a stop in front of me, he held out his hand and I
took it.

   "I'm glad you came out early.  I was hoping we could go for a longer
walk," he gushed.  "My parents said it was OK with them if I was in before
nine.  What about your parents?"

   "After lunch, both of my parents mentioned you.  Dad said you seemed
like a very nice boy and that he was glad I'd met someone my own age.  Mom
said she thought you were really cute."

   That made him blush and so we were quiet for a while, just walking on
the beach, holding hands.  We walked east until the light began to fade and
then started back.  It was dark when we got back to our beach house.  We
stood for a few minutes in the dark almost under our house, both my hands
in his.

   "Thanks for a wonderful day," he finally said.  "Can
I...uuh...uhh...kiss you goodnight?"

   "No," I said, and then waited a little bit until I saw the smile leave
his face.  "Because I'm going to kiss you."

   I pulled him toward me and saw his face break out in a huge grin again.
He met me half way and dropped his grin long enough to press his lips
against mine.

   When he stepped back, I asked, "Jake, is that the way you really want to
kiss me?"

   "No, no," he stammered, "I just didn't think you'd want....do you mean a
real sort of kiss?"

   "Jake," I said, "let's try again.  Take your time and let's see what
happens.  OK?"

   This time, he put his hands on each side of my face and lowered his face
a couple of inches down to mine.  At first his lips just pressed on mine
but then I felt his tongue snake out and I opened my mouth to his.  He
stepped closer to me and I put my hands on his waist and pulled him up
against me.  I dropped my hands down to his buns and held him tightly
against me.  He ground his pelvis against me while he kissed me like a man,
not like a boy.  I could feel another boner pressing against me.  I don't
know about him but I was hot and flushed and wanting more of something.  My
heart was beating almost uncontrollably.  I'm glad Jake finally stopped to
stand back, looking me in the eyes, grinning all over his face.

   "Jake, I've got to go in," I said.  "But answer me one question first.
Do you really think you're a queer?"

   He gave me that big infectious grin again before he said quietly but
with self-assurance, "No, I don't think I am.  I think I like girls.  Damn,
that's not enough.  I love girls."

   "Jake," I whispered just before I went up the steps, "you sure didn't
feel gay to me."

   You know how it went after that.  Every time we went for a walk, we went
a little farther and further.  We were quickly drowning in kisses and
slobbering all over each other.  He started rubbing his crotch against me
so I could feel how hard he was.  Then he slid his hand up under my bikini
top and I pulled it up so both breasts were free.  First time, he just felt
them up with his hands.  Next time, he went straight for them and started
sucking like an expert.  He tried to get his hand in my bikini bottom but I
stopped him.  The next time, he pulled my hand down to his crotch and
pressed it against his cock.  I didn't stop him that time.  After that, he
pulled me down in the sand, both of still in swim suits, spread my legs and
pressed his hard-on against my pussy.  I think that's when I thought for
the first time that I loved him.  His next step was to dry hump me until he
came.  I think that embarrassed him; I was just irritated.

   Things came to a head after that.  We were standing on the beach in the
dark, kissing and groping and dry fucking each other.  He must have decided
he'd had enough dry and wanted to go for the wet.  He pulled his baggies
down and stepped out of them.  Before I knew what he was doing, he pulled
my bikini down between my legs.  When he grabbed me by my naked ass cheeks
and pulled me against him, I knew I was in love with him.  He humped
against my stomach and then stuck it between my legs.  My cunt was wet and
open enough so that it slid back and forth easily.  I could feel the head
getting closer and closer to my opening when he groaned and shot off again.
I felt the hot glop running down my legs and almost panicked.  I ran out in
the surf to wash it off and then couldn't find my bikini bottom when I came
back on the beach.  I panicked again.  I was crying when I finally found
it.

   A few days later he invited me to come over to their beach house for the
first time.  He told me to come by 3 pm because there was a movie he wanted
to watch.  He said he was sure it was one I'd enjoy.  I went to the back of
the house, to the sliding doors on their deck.  The doors were open to the
breeze, the screen closed.  I looked inside and didn't see anybody home.  I
called his name and thought I heard him say, "Come on in." I slid back the
screen and went in but still didn't see anybody.  I heard him say, "Back
here." I went down the short hallway and found him.

   He was naked on his bed.  His cock was erect.  He was slowly stroking
it. Again he asked me to come on in.  I stood in the door, mesmerized by
the sight of his testicles hanging down and his erect penis standing up. 
Again, he tried to get me to come in his room.  I shook my head in refusal.
His hand started moving faster and I watched.  I could see the muscles in
his hips and legs tensing.  He erupted in a series of white fountains that
fell back on his stomach.  He lay there with half-closed eyes looking at
me. I looked as the puddle of semen on his stomach.  I was scared to death.
I left the same way I had come.

   The beach and bedroom experiences cooled me off for a few days.  I was
scared of him but couldn't think of anything else.  I saw him sitting on
the beach for a couple of days but I couldn't make myself go to him.  When
I met him on the third day, he said not one word about what happened either
time.  We went for a walk and then we were back at it, getting closer and
closer to something we were both desperate to have and scared to death of
doing.  I told him we couldn't because I could get pregnant.  He said he'd
take it out before he came.  I was smart enough not to believe that.  I
told him to get some protection.  He asked me what sort of protection.  I
couldn't believe he was that dumb.  "Rubbers, stupid, you know the kind
that unroll over your dick and keep you from getting a girl pregnant." "Oh,
you mean that kind.  Why can't you get something?"

   I think love sort of died with that but teen-age lust was still very
much alive.  He talked me into jacking him off and I loved to hear him
groan when he came.  I saw it fly out of his cock once or twice when we
were close enough to the lights of a beach house.  I thought that was
pretty damn hot.

   But he never seemed to know that I was going back to our beach house and
then using two or three fingers to cool off my cunt so I could sleep.  I
let him get his fingers in me but he never seemed to know I had a clitoris.
I figured he wouldn't know what to do with it if he couldn't find it.

   We were still arguing about the need for protection one night when he
let something slip out that made me back up in disbelief.

   "Damn, See, my sister takes care of protection when I do her.  Why can't
you?"

   "YOU'RE FUCKING YOUR SISTER?"

   "No, no, no, See.  I meant she takes care of it when she fucks her
boyfriend."

   "Yeah," I sneered, "but you said she took care of it when YOU did her.
What's did her?  If you're not fucking her, what the shit does that mean?"

   He made his second, fatal mistake.  "Well, goddamit, you're a cocktease.
If she let's me fuck her on weekends, what's it to you?  At least it keeps
my blue balls under control."

   "Jake, you're a goddam lying bastard.  You're not a queer and you know
it.  You're not a virgin.  If you're lying about that to me, what else are
you lying about?  Who else have you fucked?"

   "OK, Miss Virginal Slut.  I've screwed two girls in my class.  They both
loved it.  What's wrong with you?"

   I was crying by then.  "There's nothing wrong with me, Jake, you
asshole. I was just stupid to believe that I could love a lying piece of
shit like you." I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm down. 
"But you've taught me a real lesson, Jake.  At least I didn't let you fuck
me.  And you sure as hell never will." I turned around and went back to our
beach house.  I made sure I never saw him again.  They left the beach house
at the end of the month and renters moved in.

   <><><> (KIERAN)

   "OK, I agree.  Jake was a lying bastard.  Now are you going to tell me
about your second love tonight, the one who swung both ways?"

   "Can we wait a little while?  I'm tired.  Let's just lay here quietly
for a few minutes."

   "Did Kerry wear you out when you gave him his bath?  Or was it all day?"

   "He was into something all day long.  Since he's started walking, he
finds one thing after another that he shouldn't play with.  It's always
something with him."

   "What now?"

   "I guess he was trying to find out how the toilet works.  I heard it
flush and I went looking for him.  He was standing there holding the
handle, looking at the water swirling down.  He waited until the tank
filled and then he flushed it again.  I just stood there and watched.  Then
he looked up at me and gave me a big grin.  I don't know what to do
sometimes.  I can't fuss at him when he grins at me like that."

   "Well, I was like that.  My Mom said if curiosity really killed the cat,
I'd be dead a million times."

   "He was sweet when I put him in the tub to give him his bath tonight. 
He got a hard-on as usual when I washed his bottom.  He likes to play with
it."

   "So?  We all do."

   "Were Kavan and Arial good when you showered with them?"

   "Yeah, except Arial pulled my dick."

   "Why?"

   "She dropped that little yellow squeaky duck.  When she squatted down to
pick it up, she reached up and grabbed something to hold while she stood
up."

   "Well, what did you do?"

   "Nothing.  She just giggled.  You know I can't fuss at her when she
laughs and then smiles at me.  Maybe she thought she was grabbing my
finger."

   "I suppose so.  Your dick's not much bigger anyway."

   "Damn it, Siobhan.  You're gonna get it for that."

   "Well, it doesn't feel like I'm gonna get anything.  Could you wait `til
after I tell you about James?"

   "I guess so.  After what we've done the last two nights, I probably
won't be able to get it up again anyway."

   "Oh, I don't know about that.  I think I felt it twitch when I rubbed
its head."

   Chapter Eight

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 34 in story, 28 in flashback with
kids; Siobhan Stuart, 33 in story, 15 in flashback with Jacob Paul, 16; 16
in flashback with James Boyd, 18; 18 in flashback with Grant Knight, 19; 27
in flashback with kids; Kavan Stuart, 7 in story, 21 months in flashback;
Arial Stuart, 5 in story, 3 months in flashback; Kerry Stuart, 11 months in
story

   TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart

   (SIOBHAN)

   James helped me to say goodbye to my virginity.  I was a sophomore in
high school and he was a senior.  I don't suppose I'd ever noticed him at
school.

   I was volunteering every other Saturday at the children's hospital. 
Candy striper.  Gofer.  Babysitter.  Whatever they needed.  I was having
lunch in the hospital cafeteria.  He walked up, holding his tray, and stood
quietly until I looked up.

   "Hi, we go to the same high school.  May I sit with you?"

   I knew he was intelligent.  He knew the difference between can and may.
I didn't remember ever seeing him.

   "I'm James Boyd.  James Darlington Boyd.  Now you know the worst thing
about me, my middle name.  My friends call me James.  I'm a senior."

   "I'm Siobhan Kelly.  S-I-O-B-H-A-N.  I know - you've never heard that
name before.  It's Irish.  Supposed to be but you can't prove it by me.  My
friends call me Siobhan - not See or Siob or whatever - Siobhan."

   "With your hair and complexion, I thought you were Italian."

   "Wise guy.  You've got dark hair.  What're you?"

   "Mongrel.  Heinz 57.  Who knows?  Mom's side's mostly French."

   "What do you do here?"

   "I'm a volunteer.  I work in different areas where they're doing tests
on the kids.  I'm a professional hand holder."

   I must have looked at him strangely.

   "I do whatever I can to help the kids so they're not afraid.  I talk to
them, hold their hand, try to make them feel better when they're hurting
and crying.  I clean them up when they puke.  I started probably like you
did, just general gofer and flunkie.  Somebody noticed I had a knack for
getting along with all the little kids.  That's all I do now.  I want to
try to find a career working with kids."

   "Don't try to make it sound like nothing.  You love it because you love
them, don't you?"

   "Yes," he said, "It hurts so goddam much to see them suffering.  I just
want to do something to make it better."

   I put my hand on his.  "Me too."

   <><><>

   And that's how it all started.  When the hospital had a party one
Saturday night for the volunteers, he invited me.  He rang the doorbell,
asked if he could meet my parents, talked with them, and promised to have
me back by midnight.  Not only intelligent but also good manners.  Is that
the beginning of love?

   On another Saturday, he was at the hospital all day.  It was my off day.
About eight p.m., he called and asked if he could come by the house, that
he needed to see me.

   When I opened the door, he didn't say a word.  He wrapped his arms
around me and buried his face in my neck and hair.  I put one hand behind
his head and stroked his neck.  He seemed upset about something and I think
he was on the verge of crying.  I heard my mother walk past in the hall,
pause for a moment, and then continue.  I took James to my room and we
talked until almost eleven.

   When I let him out the front door, I walked into the family room where I
knew my mother was waiting.  She didn't ask me any questions, just raised
one eyebrow.

   "Two of the kids he's been working with died this week.  One was a
little boy who had a bone cancer in his leg that spread.  James had taken
him out on the hospital lawn and played catch with him a few times.  The
other was a young girl, thirteen.  She had leukemia.  James would sit and
talk to her and they'd hold hands.  He said once she pulled his hand up
under her gown and held it on her breasts.  She looked at him with those
big eyes, no eyelashes or eyebrows, with a sort of pleading look.  He said
he almost lost it.  She died today."

   My mother gave me the same sort of long hug that I'd given James.

   <><><>

   We gradually became friends and then good friends and then more than
just friends.

   We rearranged our volunteer schedules to the same days and times and
then hung out together for the rest of the day.  He told me his mother and
father were divorced.  His father was living in another city.  His mother
was remarried.  He'd moved into a garage apartment with a guy who worked as
a nurse at the hospital.  Some nights we had fast food on the way home. 
Other nights he ate with me at home.  We'd usually talk or study.

   One Saturday night he was bringing me home late.  We had our usual big
hug at the front door.  But this time, he moved his face to mine and kissed
me.  We were both to blame.  By the time we broke, we were both out of
breath from kissing and desperate from clutching at each other.

   The next Saturday night, my parents left us alone while they went to a
party.  I suppose they thought they could trust James.  They didn't know
they couldn't trust me.  Within an hour after they left, I had stripped him
naked and shoved him back on the couch.  He lay there, one hand curled
around under his head, the other on his cock, his balls hanging down like
two eggs in a kid-skin bag, a smile on his face that said he knew what he
was about to get.  I almost ripped my panties, getting them caught on one
foot and dancing around trying to get them off.  When I did, I crawled on
top of him.  He buried his face in my breasts and sucked my tits until I
could feel the juices running out of my cunt.  Then he shoved me back and
buried his face between my legs with a hunger I've only known once since. I
came two or three times.  I sucked him off for a minute and then used my
hand to bring him to orgasm.  His groan could have awakened anyone asleep
in the house.  He sprayed come over both of us and on the couch.  When my
parents came back, we were dressed and sitting side by side, his arm around
my shoulders, supposedly watching TV.  The next day my mother asked my why
the leather cleaner bottle was sitting on the kitchen counter.

   <><><>

   The following Saturday, I almost lied to my mother.  I started to tell
her I'd be at the hospital with James.  At the last second, I looked her in
the eye and told her where I'd be.

   "Mom, I'll be at James' apartment this afternoon and evening, I'll be
back by midnight.  By then, James and I'll be lovers."

   "Are you sure?" is all she said.  "This is your choice?  It's what you
want?"

   "Yes, Mom, I'm sixteen.  As they say, sweet sixteen and never been
kissed.  Well, I've been kissed; I'm ready for more.  I'll tell you all
about it tomorrow, OK?"

   James came to the door to pick me up just before noon.  He wanted to
talk to my mother and father.  I told him my father was traveling but my
mother was home.  He went in the family room where she was sitting.  He
reached down for her hand and held it.

   "Mrs.  Kelly, Siobhan and I've decided to do something we both want. 
I'm eighteen; she's sixteen.  I can't take her to my apartment without your
permission.  I'm not going to cause any problems for anyone.  If you tell
me to get out, I will.  If you permit me to take Siobhan with me, I will.
She won't be a little girl when she comes back."

   Mom looked at both of us, tears in her eyes.  I reached out for James'
other hand and held it.  Mom nodded and smiled at us.  "Just be careful,
you two.  Last time you cleaned it off the couch but you didn't get the
spot on the wall."

   <><><>

   James insisted on taking me out to lunch, even though the only thing I
wanted to eat was him.  Afterward we drove down by the lake, parked and
talked.  I wondered how he could delay and why he wasn't in a hurry.

   "Are you sure, Siobhan?  I haven't even said I love you.  I won't say I
don't.  I don't know yet.  I know what love is.  I see it at the hospital
all the time with parents and children.  I feel it when I give it to the
children and get it back in return.  With you, I don't know what I'm
feeling yet.  I know it's something I've never felt before.  Maybe I've
dreamed about it.  Are we in too big a hurry?  I'll wait if you want to. 
I'm not going to quit with you if we don't do it this afternoon."

   "How do you think I feel, James?  I'm not ready to say I love you,
either, like in the forever sense.  I know I've got a lot to learn about
love.  I'm ready for you to help me.  Let's go to your apartment."

   "I was hoping you'd say that.  I changed the sheets this morning."

   <><><>

   The apartment was a tiny one on top of a garage.  The big house it
belonged to was an old mansion, split up into apartments.  We had to climb
steps to get to the landing outside the apartment.  There was a screen door
and the other door was open.  I could hear music playing inside.

   James introduced me to his roommate, Trent, an older guy who was a nurse
at the hospital.  He was already dressed in his hospital whites about to go
to work.  He was maybe mid-twenties or later, very nice but ordinary
looking,

   "James has been talking my ear off about you.  I think he's smitten."

   "Smitten?" I said.

   "Well, you are as beautiful as he's said.  James and I are good friends
and we talk about everything.  When he started talking about you, it was
different."

   "Oh, how different?"

   "Come now, Siobhan.  He doesn't tell me everything.  Don't worry about
that.  He's a fine young man.  Just the way he talked about you."

   Just the way Trent talked made me wonder how different he was.  "Your
apartment is very nice.  Would you call it spacious with an enchanting
view?

   "Yeah," James said, "it's spacious.  Maybe four hundred square feet
including bathroom.  The view is great if you like looking down on the tops
of all the cars parked in the yard."

   "I'm only joking, James.  I like your use of Early Goodwill Antiques. 
That big iron bed must have cost a fortune.  And the little one that
doubles as a couch, it's darling.  You've brought it all together with
pillows, haven't you?"

   They both understood that I was laughing with them, not at them.

   "The pillows were James' idea.  We keep the place clean because we're
both neat-freaks but it still looked like crap, if you'll pardon my French.
James thought it up and we went out one Saturday morning and spent almost a
hundred dollars we didn't have on pillows.  Average cost is less than one
dollar.  If you can't find anything else to do in here, you can always
rearrange the pillows."

   "Trent, don't you have to go to work?" James asked.

   "Oh, don't be impatient, James.  One more thing and I'm out the door."
He looked at me and sighed.  "Siobhan, I'm not prying but I think you and
James might be too busy to cook.  I've left a casserole in the fridge for
you two.  And there's a bottle of wine.  Cost me almost five dollars.  I
hope you two have a pleasant afternoon and evening.  I'll be back about
midnight."

   After he was gone, I looked at James and raised one eyebrow in question.

   "Yeah, I know.  He does give that impression, doesn't he?  But he's one
of the greatest guys I've ever known.  We both have to struggle with money
and this is about the best place we can afford.  You may not believe it but
he sometimes brings another nurse home with him.  More than one in fact but
only one at a time --- and they're all women.  I don't try to figure it
out. I just try to make myself scarce.  James tells me what time to come
back and I just go to the library and study.  When I come back, the place
is as neat as always.  Trent's usually happy and whistling or singing but
he never says a word about the woman."

   "Why don't you ask him to let you stay?  You could find out how two
nurses...you know?"

   "He...let's don't talk about that, Siobhan.  I thought you wanted to
find out what sort of nurse or whatever I might be someday."

   "I do, James, but I'm a little nervous about this.  Can't you tell?"

   He looked at me for a minute or so, evidently thinking.

   "Siobhan, are you a virgin?"

   "Yeah, damnit, I was hoping to get that taken care of this afternoon. 
You wanna go play frisbie in the park instead?"

   "Come on, Siobhan, don't worry so much.  I'm not a virgin but I'm not
that experienced either.  One thing I do know is that it can be a lot of
fun.  I love to play.  I'll play frisbie if that's what you want.  Or I'll
play lover, if that's what you want.  But, damn, it should be fun whichever
one it is."

   "Fun, well, OK, maybe it is.  But I'm still nervous."

   "Can I tell you a dirty joke when you're about to come.  I hear it
heightens orgasms if you're laughing when you come."

   "James, you don't mean that."

   "Yeah, but I don't guess I'll be able to think of a good joke when
we're," he raised his voice, "WRAPPED IN THE THROES OF PASSION."

   I laughed in spite of myself.  "James, would you carry me into your
bedroom and make mad passionate love to me?"

   <><><>

   "Potty break," Kieran said, "I've got to go pee.  Do you want to finish
this story tonight or wait `til another night?"

   "If you'll let me pee first, I'll finish it tonight for you."

   <><><>

   James was as patient and considerate as any lover could be.  He and I
gradually stripped each other of clothes, one piece at a time.  He took my
hand and led me to the big bed.  He was probably as good a kisser as you
are.  Didn't hurry past my breasts to get to the good part.  Got his head
between my legs and his tongue in my cunt.  Knew where my clit was and what
to do to it.  Gave me sort of rolling orgasms, like a roller coaster, up
one peak and down and then up another peak.  I was drenched when he finally
got on top of me and started to put his dick in me.  He was slow, so damn
maddeningly slow, until he found out that I still had a hymen.  And then he
slapped me.

   <><><>

   "Slapped you?" Kieran interrupted.

   "Yeah, on my left cheek, kinda hard too, it hurt a little."

   "I've never heard of that little technique.  What the fuck was that
supposed to accomplish?"

   <><><>

   He knew what he was doing.  I started to hit him back but he held my
wrists.  I looked up at his face and he was smiling.  It took me a moment
to realize - his cock was totally inside me and his balls were up against
my ass cheeks.  And it hadn't hurt in the least.

   "My father was very good at pulling my baby teeth," he said.

   I looked at him, totally puzzled about what he'd just said and what he'd
just done.

   "Whenever I'd get a loose baby tooth, my father always pulled it.  Never
hurt me.  He knew just how to do it.  He'd ask if he could look at it
first. Then he'd ask if he could wiggle it to see how loose it was.  Then
he'd lie and say he wasn't going to pull it yet.  He was just going to get
a tissue or napkin and see if it was ready to come out."

   "James, are you nuts?  What the hell are you talking about?"

   "Then he'd pop me on the forehead with the heel of his other hand.  I'd
jerk my head back and he'd just smile at me.  The tooth would be pulled and
I never knew when it came out.  Never hurt me."

   He smiled at me.

   I realized what he had done.  Never hurt me.

   "Could we just stay like this for a while?  It feels so good to me to be
inside you.  Am I hurting you?"

   "No, James, you're not hurting me.  It feels good.  I guess I never
dreamed how good it could feel.  You may stay."

   "Are you sure you've had enough time for your birth control pills to get
working?  If you're afraid of me coming inside you, I'll put on a condom."

   "I read everything Mom's gynecologist gave me.  I should be as safe as
I'm ever going to be."

   "Good.  Wrap your legs around me then.  Later, when you feel like it,
pull them up toward your shoulders and see if you like it that way.  And
wrap your arms around me.  Or put your hands on my ass.  I've seen your
fingernails and they're a little long.  Don't sink'em in my ass cheeks
unless you want me to come.  Close your eyes and let me kiss you.  Are you
ready to begin?"

   I was ready.  And later I was ready again.  And well before midnight, I
was ready again.  Never hurt me.

   At least not that night.  I was sore on Sunday morning.  When my family
went out to lunch, I caught myself sitting on just one hip.  Mom saw me and
smiled at me.

   The next time, it wasn't sore.  A little uncomfortable at first but soon
comfortable.  And always since.

   <><><>

   "Well, what happened to James?  I don't think either girls or boys
should marry their first love.  But there must have been something, wasn't
there?"

   "That's enough about James.  I've told you enough.  Let's go to sleep."

   "There's gotta be just a little more.  Tell me the rest and I'll go down
on you and give you a roller coaster ride."

   <><><>

   When I climbed the stairs to the apartment landing, I noticed that the
main door was open, screen door closed.  I looked in and saw James sleeping
in the big bed.  Trent was already dressed in his nursing whites.  He was
sitting on the foot of the bed tying his shoes.  I suppose the scene of
domestic tranquility left me puzzled.  I watched through the screen door as
Trent stood up and walked around to the side of the bed where James was. 
He leaned over and kissed James on the mouth.

   I distinctly heard Trent say, "Get up, sleepyhead, she'll be here soon.
You need to get a shower." James reached up and held Trent's head while he
prolonged the kiss.

   Trent turned toward the screen door and saw me.  He came out and greeted
me with a quick kiss on the cheek.  "Gotta run.  Department meeting at
nine. Make him get up, will you?" He turned and yelled back into the
apartment.  "James, get up, Siobhan's here." And then ran down the stairs.

   I opened the screen door and went in.  The apartment was immaculate as
usual.  The small bed was undisturbed.  The big one showed clear signs of
use by two bodies.

   James stood up beside the bed, stretching and scratching.  His cock was
half distended and his hair was sticking out in all directions.  He smiled
at me.  "Lemme get a shower, Siobhan.  I'll be ready in fifteen minutes."

   I sat down on the end of the bed, looking at the sheets.  James went in
the bathroom, left the door slightly ajar, and I could hear him, pee,
shower, and hum while he shaved.  When he came out, towel wrapped around
his middle, I watched as he dug out underwear and socks.

   "James, were you and Trent sleeping together?"

   He looked at me, still smiling.  "Yes, Siobhan.  We sleep together
sometimes; most of the time we sleep separately."

   "Are you lovers?"

   He pondered that for a moment, smiling.  "No, we're not in love with
each other.  We like each other a lot.  I told you he's been a very good
friend to me."

   "You know what I mean," I insisted.  "When you sleep together, do you
have sex with each other?"

   "Sure, Siobhan, we have sex.  Does that bother you?"

   "Damn it, James, you know what I mean.  Are you and Trent gay?  What do
you do with each other?"

   "Siobhan, it's not that simple.  I don't think Trent's gay.  He likes
women.  He just doesn't have a woman lover right now."

   "And you like women too?"

   "Sure, I haven't been faking orgasms with you, you know.  I love women
in general.  I think I'm even starting to love one in particular.  I fully
expect to marry one someday and have children with her."

   "But you sleep with Trent and have sex with him too?  Do you two fuck
each other too?"

   "No, Siobhan," he laughed, "we don't fuck each other.  I know gays are
supposedly either tops or bottoms.  I'm not either.  My asshole's still
virgin.  I don't know whether Trent is or not.  But I haven't had my dick
in his butt.  Is that what's bothering you?"

   "Then what the hell do you two do with each other?"

   "The same things you and I do, Siobhan.  We kiss each other just like
you and I do.  I give him a hand-job or a blow-job.  He does the same thing
for me."

   "James, don't talk about it like that.  Why haven't you told me about
doing it with him?"

   "I didn't think it was that important, Siobhan.  I haven't tried to hide
anything.  You've been around us.  I thought you could see what our
relationship is.  Does it bother you?"

   "It makes me confused as hell.  Especially about you and me."

   "Siobhan, Trent and I are very good friends.  We're not in love with
each other.  We don't fuck each other.  We sleep together and we have sex
once in a while.  Most of the time we just sleep together.  I like it when
he curls up against my back and puts his arm around me.  I like to do the
same with him.  Does that make us queer?  I don't think so."

   "Well, it sure as hell makes me confused."

   "OK, you're confused.  Lemme get dressed and let's go shopping.  We can
discuss all this later today."

   <><><>

   Later that day, we had a sexual Olympiad.  About six hours of all sorts
of games - shot put to broad jump, equestrian maneuvers to breast stroke,
javelin throw to pole vault, we tried all of them.  Equestrian maneuvers?
Horseback riding, gallop, gallop.

   The next Saturday, we planned the same schedule.  Trent lingered longer
before going to work.  He dropped a few hints that he'd like to join us in
our fun and games.  I gave it serious consideration for about two minutes.
For the rest of the day, James kept me well occupied by himself.

   On Monday, in Advanced English Comp, some sort of reality check
occurred. On Thursday, I called James and told him I wanted to cancel our
Saturday schedule.  When he asked why, I told him that my panties usually
got wetter as the week got closer to Saturday; this week, my panties had
stayed dry all week.  He asked if that meant what he thought it meant.  I
said I thought it did.

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   "Were the kids good today?"

   "They're always good, Kieran.  Kavan and Arial almost never fight and
they even help with Kerry.  It's just that they're so full of life they
wear me out sometimes."

   "Are you too tired to tell me about the next guy?  I'll leave you alone
for a change if you do.  You're probably tired of me too."

   "Kieran, don't say stuff like that.  I'm never too tired for you.  I
think you're better than sleeping pills.  Just leave me alone until after I
tell you about Grant, OK?"

   "OK.  Did you see how Kerry paid attention tonight when I read the new
dinosaur book to Kavan and Arial?  It was almost like he understood what I
was saying."

   "Yeah, I know.  He scares me sometimes.  Today I gave him an old book
that Kavan and Arial have worn out.  It has some beautiful art work in it.
I thought he'd tear it up but he didn't.  He sat there with it across his
fat little legs and looked at the pictures.  He even turned the pages
himself."

   "At his age?  His fingers will turn pages already?"

   "'Well, not really his fingers.  He just slaps his fat little hand on
the page and pushes until it sort of wads up and turns.  I guess it's his
way of doing it."

   "And you really think he's looking at the pictures?"

   "I think so.  He'll sit there and his little mouth will work like he's
talking and he makes these weird noises."

   "Well, I guess we'll have another reader on our hands, like Kavan and
Arial.  We read to them and sometimes he's still awake.  He likes to be
held while we're reading."

   "He'll even sit still for Kavan to read to him.  Arial's getting better
at reading every day and she tries to read to him sometimes."

   "She's a little mother, isn't she?  It tickles me to see her try to
change his diapers."

   "Yeah, well, don't let her do it again when he's pooped, not down on the
carpet anyway.  I almost never got it out of the carpet."

   "I told you I'd do it.  You made me clean up Arial and Kerry and you
chose to clean the carpet."

   "I know.  Arial can do it OK if he's just wet.  She loves to play with
him when he's all naked and squealing and kicking."

   "Did I ever tell you I love you?  I love you and I thank you for my
kids."

   "They are great kids, aren't they?  Now if you'll quit squeezing my
breast and pinching my nipple, I'll tell you about Grant."

   "OK but can I just hold on to it?  I love to spoon up to you like this
with your butt all soft and warm against me and your breast in my hand."

   <><><>

   (SIOBHAN)

   It wasn't really his fault.  I was waiting behind another car.  I didn't
know he was behind me.  On the green signal, the car in front of me started
to go through the intersection.  An idiot ran the red light and the guy in
front of me stomped on his brakes.  I stepped on mine and stopped inches
from his back bumper.  The guy in back of me was a split second slow in
stepping on his.  His car gently tapped my back bumper.  All the other cars
drove away.  Grant and I got out of our cars and were left looking at each
other.

   He started apologizing profusely.  I held my finger in front of my lips,
got back in my car, and drove into the parking area of a hamburger joint
nearby.  He followed me.  We talked.  We introduced ourselves.  We looked
for bumper damage and couldn't find any on either car.  He bought me a
burger and fries for lunch.

   "You have the most beautiful red hair I've ever seen," he said between
fries.

   "How do you know?" I teased.  "You haven't seen all of it."

   I think he blushed.  "When I can think again, would you go out with me
sometime soon?"

   He would have been called a real hunk by any of the girls I knew.

   "Yes."

   <><><>

   I was sitting with a group of girls in the school cafeteria, talking
about, what else, men and boys, when Grant walked up.  He was holding a
small package, wrapped as a present.

   "Hello, Siobhan.  May I sit down for a second?"

   "Please, Grant, sit," I said, and then introduced him to the
open-mouthed gawking girls across the table.

   "I brought you a present, to say thanks for being so nice to me when I
bumped your car yesterday."

   "You didn't hurt anything, Grant.  I couldn't even find your dent in all
the others on the bumper.  You don't have to give me a present."

   "I know that.  But it's something I wanted to do.  Please don't open it
until tonight.  And don't tell your friends what the present is."

   "'Thanks, Grant, it's very nice of you.

   After he left, I almost had a riot on my hands, trying to explain how
I'd met Grant.  And trying to prevent my friends from taking the package
away and opening it then and there.

   As soon as dinner was finished at home that night, I went to my room
with the excuse of studying.  I unwrapped the package and found a small
black box inside.  When I opened the box, I found red wrapping enclosing
something.  When I opened the wrapping, I found a beautiful pair of
panties. Nothing cheap like Frederick's.  Nothing sexy like Victoria's. 
Just a single pair of expensive beautiful black panties.  There was a small
card under the panties.  On it, I saw one word written, "Stendhal." I
dredged my memory banks and it finally came to me.  A book we had read from
in French class.  "Le Rouge et le Noir," by Stendhal.  I guessed he had
taken the class from the same teacher.

   The next day, I was having lunch with the same girls when Grant walked
up to the table again.  "Stendhal?" he said.  "Stendhal!  I love Le Rouge
et le Noir," I replied.

   He sat down and placed his hand on mine.  "Siobhan, would you go with me
to the free movie on Saturday night?  They're showing a classic French
film."

   After he left, the other girls almost started a riot.  "Shit, Siobhan,
how come you always get the hunks?" "Come on, Siobhan, let us in on the
secret.  What's this Stendhal stuff?" I just smiled enigmatically.  I
didn't put the black on the red again until Saturday evening just before
Grant picked me up for the movie.

   <><><>

   "Did he slap you too, the first time he made love to you?"

   "No, but he opened my eyes.  He wanted me to do something the first
time, all the time, every time.  No one else has always wanted to make love
that way.  Not even you, Kieran."

   "OK, you've got me hooked.  Just what was this great erotic technique?
The one the rest of us dummies don't know."

   "Kieran, it wasn't like that.  It was something simple, like so much
about him.  He was always very kind and considerate.  I always felt he
wanted me to enjoy sex as much as he did, maybe even more."

   "Yeah, but what was it?"

   "A secret for lovers, huh, is that what you want?  I told you he wasn't
like that.  I liked kissing him as much as I like kissing you.  He didn't
make it seem like he was gulping down an appetizer in order to get to the
main course.  He was fun to kiss, hot as hell, but fun.  It may be natural
for us to close our eyes when we're kissing; he liked to keep his open."

   "That's not kinky; I like to do that too sometimes."

   "He loved my breasts the same way you do.  I liked it when he'd let me
hold his head and guide his mouth around.  He liked to keep his eyes open
when we did that.  Sometimes he'd look up at me and I'd see a grin in his
eyes - is that possible?  - and then he'd start sucking or licking again."

   "What'd he do when he got down between your legs?  Put his eyeballs out
on stalks, like some sort of marine creature, and then look at your face
while he ate you?"

   "Don't, Kieran.  He did something like that.  But he wasn't some sort of
marine creature.  He'd make sure I had a pillow under my head.  So I could
look down at what he was doing.  He'd get his face down between my legs. 
He'd lock his eyes on mine and keep them there while his tongue worked his
magic.  He loved to love me like that, the same way you do."

   "Then why can't you tell me what this little technique was, what he did
when he was sliding his dick into you?"

   "Kieran, I've been telling you.  He liked to look in my eyes when we
were making love."

   "Huh?"

   "That's it.  What I've been telling you all along.  He liked to love me
with eyes wide open."

   "I'll be damned."

   "I hope not, Kieran.  The first time we really made love, we were in my
bedroom at home.  My father was working and my mother was out for the
afternoon.  She made sure Grant knew she wouldn't be back before five
o'clock, almost as though she was setting a deadline for us to be
finished."

   "And then you did it, huh?"

   "Yes, after an hour or two of fooling around.  After he peeled my wet
panties off me, my beautiful Stendhal black on red panties.  After he
undressed for me, slowly, smiling, teasing.  I'd already known his cock for
a few weeks by then.  But when he undressed, he got down to his briefs and
then held them with his thumbs, letting me get a good look at his bulge and
his wet spot.  When he pulled them down, his cock sprung back up and
slapped against his stomach.  He knew how to put on a good show.

   "And then you did it, huh?"

   "Kieran, damn it.  Shut up.  I'm telling this tale, not you."

   "Yes, Mommie."

   "Yes, we did it.  He crawled up the end of my bed and pushed my legs
apart.  He got in position, reached down and rubbed that big red head
between my red-hair covered lips.  AND WE DID IT," I yelled.

   "Aw shit, Siobhan, that's not fair.  What the fuck was the big secret?
Is that really it?  Just keeping his eyes open?"

   "Kieran, he rubbed his glans between my lips until it was all wet from
me.  I was waiting for him, eyes shut, to slide it in.  When he didn't, I
opened my eyes and looked up at him."

   `"Siobhan,' he said, `don't close your eyes.  Leave them open.  Look in
my eyes.  I want to see your eyes when I go into you for the first time' -
notice, he didn't say fuck you for the first time - `and I want you to look
into my eyes.  I want to see if I can tell what you're feeling; I want you
to see what I'm feeling.  I hope when I die, I can still remember your eyes
when I go into you.'"

   "And when you die, will you still remember his eyes?" Kieran asked.

   "You're my Alpha male now, Kieran.  No other man can ever replace you in
my heart and in my body.  But you don't have to say snide things like that
about him.  He was a good man, a wonderful lover.  I just didn't learn to
love him the way I've learned to love you.  But try to imagine how I felt.
He had his dick just barely inside my lips.  He didn't shove it in.  He
waited.  He wanted me to open my eyes.  He wanted to look in my eyes when
he put it in.  He didn't need to look down at his dick to see it sliding
in. He wanted to see it, but in my eyes.  That's a damn sexy technique,
Kieran."

   "I'm sorry, Siobhan.  You're right.  You don't say bad things about the
women I've known.  I shouldn't do it either."

   "Anyway, Kieran, that was the first time I've ever made love with eyes
wide open all the way through.  And don't ever think it wasn't one damn hot
experience.  Grant didn't get in any hurry.  He stayed propped up above me,
his arms straight, while he just slid his cock in and out, looking in my
eyes every second.  I watched his face change and I knew he was close to
coming.  He gave me just a little enigmatic smile and kept at it.  He
didn't say, `I'm coming,' or stuff like that.  He just nodded once at me,
his rhythmic movements became erratic, and then he pushed it in to the
hilt, just like you do, and I could feel his contractions.  When he was
finished, he lowered himself on top of me, buried his face in my hair, and
held me."

   "Did you come too?"

   "I didn't push him to do anything else.  I've told you sometimes I'm
content not to come, as long as I know you have.  I like just holding you,
with your dick inside me, feeling it gradually go soft and eventually slide
out."

   "He left you hanging?"

   "I suppose he did what he wanted to do, just like you.  When he pulled
it out, he moved down on the bed, on his knees between my legs.  He put his
hands under my buttocks and lifted me up so he could bend over and put his
mouth on my cunt.  He squirmed around until he found a position where he
could get his mouth between my legs and he could look into my eyes at the
same time.  It is a damned erotic technique.  You know it.  You've done it
often enough.  Look at a woman's face, into her eyes, when you're eating
her pussy.  You can make me come every time.  He could too."

   "How long was he good for?" Kieran asked.

   "He was good for as long as it lasted.  I guess that's the problem with
a love affair that lasts for a while.  Sooner or later you start to think
about it.  Grant was always everything a woman could want, tall, dark and
handsome, hung and horny, slow and gentle and considerate.  Opened car
doors for me.  Walked on the traffic side of the sidewalk with me.  Learned
to listen to my mother, hug her and kiss her on the cheek, and then go
ahead and do just what he wanted to do.  I suppose my mistake was thinking
too much about him and what sort of man he was and where we might be going
with each other."

   "Looks like an uh, oh, is in order then, is it?" Kieran asked.

   "Yes, little ones at first.  Watching football on a weeknight was no
problem, drinking a six pack was.  Going out with the boys was no problem,
coming back and telling me about smoking pot was.  Missing a test at school
and lying to the teacher about it was.  Lying to me about why he missed a
date was a big problem."

   "Who broke it off, you or him?"

   "Me, I suppose.  I think he knew his behavior was causing big problems.
Maybe he deliberately made sure I knew about his bad side so I'd kiss him
off.  Maybe he was ready to move on to another girl.  He could tell her she
had the most beautiful blonde hair he'd ever seen.  And the slut would fall
for it."

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   We were facing each other in bed when she finished her story about
Grant. I'd asked her to turn over so I could hear her when she whispered
and wouldn't have to ask her to repeat what she'd just said.  I guess I
felt a little guilty about getting a hard-on from hearing about what she'd
done with someone else.  As much as I loved to poke her with it, I didn't
want to do it while she was telling me about Grant.

   "It sounds to me like your three lovers were all just pretty ordinary
young guys with some ordinary faults.  Are you sure none of them wanted to
get into the kinky stuff, you know, like you dressing up in high-heeled
black leather boots and beating their butt raw with a little black whip?"

   "I haven't told you about him yet."

   "No shit!  Did you really have a guy who wanted to do that stuff?"

   "No, Kieran, I didn't.  You know I don't like that weird stuff.  I don't
want to hurt anybody.  It doesn't turn me on."

   "Well, I'm glad you didn't think me wanting to taste breast milk was
weird.  Sometimes I think I'd like to be a little baby just so I could get
to nurse at your breasts."

   "Well, you can't.  I'll never understand why you had to be bad and steal
some of Kerry's milk."

   "I didn't steal it.  It was just leftovers.  He'd already got all he
wanted."

   "Well, it sure got me hot as hell.  Your big dick in my cunt, you almost
breaking your neck bent over sucking the rest of the milk out of my breast
- I came so hard I thought I'd died and gone to heaven."

   "Was the stuff we did with chocolate syrup weird - you remember?  -when
Arial was little?  When they grow up, I still think I'd like to teach Kavan
and Arial and Kerry how to have fun with Hershey's chocolate syrup."

   "I thought you'd forgotten about that.  It's been at least five years
ago.  Arial was just a few month old.  Did you really enjoy your little
taste of chocolate milk then?"

   "You're damn right I did.  You did too, didn't you?"

   "Sure, but what did you do to me that time that you don't do without the
chocolate syrup?"

   "Nothing, I guess.  Maybe it was just being silly and having fun. 
What's wrong with that?  That's the way sex should be some times."

   We were quiet then for a while.  I tried to remember what we'd done that
night when Arial was just a baby, a beautiful little angel who was already
stealing my heart.

   <><><>

   I left Siobhan playing with Kavan in our bed and took Arial for her
bath. She usually loved playing in the warm water, splashing me all over,
cooing and smiling.  But this time she was a little fussy, intermittently
crying and then suddenly laughing.  I knew it was because she was hungry
for her nighttime feeding.

   I carried her back in the bedroom wrapped in a towel, a naked bundle of
beauty, trying to stuff her hands in her mouth to find something to suck
on. I finished drying her and then tried to brush her sparse spun-gold
hair. She was having none of it.  She was crying by the time I had her
diaper and nightgown on.

   Siobhan unhooked the nursing bra and let her full heavy breasts spill
out.  I loved watching her uncover herself for Arial.  Arial was clamoring
for Siobhan's breasts.  I hoped she'd leave at least a sample for Kavan and
then for me.  Siobhan cradled Arial against her left breast and pulled the
nursing bra back over the right one.  I knew she sometimes had a small
overflow in one while Arial was nursing on the other.  Arial latched onto
the strawberry nipple and began to suck hungrily.  I watched for a minute
and then held out my hand to Kavan.

   He slid off the end of the end of the bed and grabbed my finger.  I led
him into the bathroom and we showered together.  He and I always had a
squealing good time playing.  I washed his hair, that beautiful red hair
his mother had given him, with baby shampoo.  He was an unruly squirming
brat when I washed the rest of him until I came to his penis.  I gently
checked his little sprout for any problems since his foreskin wasn't
retractable yet.  He always stood still and watched when I did that,
occasionally getting a little stiffie.

   I led him back in the bedroom and helped him up on the bed.  He knew the
routine and stayed still while I finished drying him.  I put a diaper on
him, hoping that Siobhan was right when she said she thought he was getting
the idea of potty training.  I pulled his nightgown over his head, brushed
his hair, turned him loose toward his mother.  He crawled over toward her
and sat down, Indian fashion, to watch Arial nurse.

   I combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and then crawled in bed with my wife
and kids.  I was glad I was permitted to go without nightgown or diaper.  I
sat down, Indian fashion, beside Kavan and we watched Arial nurse.  Siobhan
switched her over to the other breast and Arial squawked in the brief
instant when she was deprived of a nipple.  She resumed noisily sucking on
the other strawberry.

   A few minutes later, Arial slowed down, gradually stopped, and her mouth
lost its grip on Siobhan's nipple.  I hoped she was good for the night, at
least most of it, so I carried her to her bed.  When I returned, Kavan had
taken Arial's place.  Siobhan was talking to him as he played with her
breasts.  He occasionally put his mouth on her teat and gave a desultory
suck.  I stretched out behind him and we both caressed him and talked with
him and gradually quieted him into sleep.  I carried him to his bed,
knowing that he'd probably sleep for his typical nine or ten hours.  I gave
my usual big sigh when I returned to our bed and my wife.

   I lay on my side, my face in front of her breasts, and pulled her
against me.  "I think they're both dry tonight.  Arial was hungry." I
nodded and took her strawberry nipple in my mouth, holding it between my
lips, while I caressed her side with my hand.  After a minute or so, I
moved up to lie face to face with her.  I kissed her simply, just on the
lips, and lay looking into her eyes.  "Is this paradise?" I asked.  "Close
enough for me," she answered.

   Somewhere in my brain a synapse snapped or something and I had a crazy
idea about something I wanted to do.  I slid off the bed, went in the
kitchen to the refrigerator, and was back in a couple of minutes.  I held
it behind my back as I walked up to the bed.  Siobhan looked at me
apprehensively.

   "Oh, shit, Kieran, what're you up to now?"

   I held the dark-brown plastic bottle out toward her.  Hershey's
Chocolate Syrup.

   "Chocolate milk?" I whispered, begging.

   "Kieran Connor Stuart, you're sick.  Do you understand?  You're one sick
puppy."

   I tried to put a hangdog look in my eyes and face - a begging beagle
puppy.

   "I don't give a fuck if I am, Siobhan.  If I want to put chocolate syrup
on your breasts, even if you're lactating, if I want to suck on'em, what's
wrong with it?"

   "There's nothing wrong with it, Kieran.  I'm only teasing.  I guess I'll
never understand your fascination with my breasts.  I do love you for it
though, along with other things.  But I want a good old-fashioned fuck
before we go to sleep."

   I tossed the plastic bottle on the bed beside her.  "Maybe I can manage
that."

   She cupped her hands under her breasts and gave me a smile.

   "Just don't put much on me.  Don't mess up the bed with it."

   I crawled on the bed on my hands and knees and straddled her legs.  I
leaned back above her so that my balls were cradled between her thighs and
my dick was resting on her pubic hair and stomach.

   I picked up the bottle and pulled the top into the open position.  I
held it upside down and squeezed gently.  One dark-brown drop oozed out and
I caught it on my finger and held it out to Sioned's lips.  She leaned
forward and sucked my finger clean.  I think my dick must have thought it
was going to get the same treatment.  I hadn't thought of that before but
it seemed like a good idea so I told my dick to wait its turn.  I squeezed
out another big drop and stuck my finger in my mouth.  It was good
chocolate.  I decided to see how it would taste with a little cunt flavor.

   Siobhan was still holding her breasts for me.  I turned the bottle
upside down again and squeezed one drop on first one strawberry nipple and
then the other.  Damn, it did look enticing!  I wondered why I'd never
thought of it before.

   Siobhan pressed gently against her breast and I waited to see what would
happen.  One white drop of milk oozed out of her nipple, and was held there
by the larger drop of chocolate.

   "You'd better get it, little boy," she said.  "Arial was hungry; I think
she just about sucked all of it out of me for now."

   I got barely enough to taste, perhaps a teaspoon or so, sweet, sweeter
than any I'd ever tasted, warm from her body, combined with the chocolate
syrup.  Her nipples still looked something like strawberries when I stopped
and rose up and looked down at her again.

   "What now, little boy?"

   I picked up the squeeze bottle and slid downward on her legs.

   "Oh, no, you're not putting it down there."

   "Come on, Siobhan, I was just going to put a little in your navel."

   She looked at me, her eyes half closed, maybe trying to decide whether
to believe me.  She gave in.

   I squirted the syrup in her navel more generously, almost to
overflowing. It made a nice little brown puddle there in the middle of her
milky skin.  I leaned over again and didn't stop until I'd licked all of it
back out.  By the time I stopped, she had her hands on my head, just as she
so often did when my mouth was down lower.  I straightened up over her and
signed deeply and waited.

   "OK, I'll let you.  But you've got to let me put some on you first."

   I didn't have to be coaxed.  I rolled off her, on my back beside her,
handed the bottle to her, and shut my eyes.  I didn't even bother to ask
where she wanted to put it.  She surprised me.  The syrup was cold on my
nipples.  I opened my eyes and she was bent over me, grinning.  I shut my
eyes again and waited.

   "Where did you think I was going to put it, little boy?"

   I didn't care where she put it.  I knew where I was going to put it when
I got another turn.  She used her mouth on both of my nipples.  I couldn't
know whether mine were as sensitive as hers but it was enough to make my
dick even harder.  When she stopped, I waited again.  She surprised me
again.  She skipped my navel.

   "Damn, that stuff's cold," I said, after she'd laid down a long squirt
from my balls, all the way up the shaft, and on the head of my dick.  Her
tongue was warm when she started licking it off.  Then her mouth was hot
when she took my cock in her mouth and sucked it clean.

   When she stopped, I decided it was my turn and I wasn't going to take no
for an answer.  I rolled half over, pushed her down on her back, and took
the squeeze bottle out of her hand.  I looked at her face and I knew she
wanted me to do it.

   "Kieran, don't get it inside me, please.  Just a little bit on the
outside."

   "Can I put it on your clit?" She just smiled and I took that as an OK.

   I parted the red tangles, easier to do now that we kept it trimmed, and
used two fingers to pull her pussy open.  I couldn't see her clit but I
knew it was just barely hiding where her inner lips joined.  I squeezed a
few drops just at the juncture.  Damn, that looked inviting too.  As I
watched, the chocolate syrup began to run downward.  I caught it in plenty
of time before it got anywhere near the opening into her.  I kept licking
even after I couldn't taste the chocolate.

   "Kieran, please....stop....please," she whispered, "don't make me come
with your tongue.  I want your dick in me."

   She got her good old-fashioned fuck that night.

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   As always, it was good to be quiet and warm and still, close together.
We were lying in bed facing each other, our legs entwined, almost breathing
the same air, the blanket and comforter over our shoulders.  One of my
hands was on her waist; one of her fingers was tracing lazy circles around
on my chest.

   My mind kept jumping from her story about Jake to Grant, back to James,
and around again, all tumbled images of guys I never knew.  They all had
their faults, as I had mine.  I wondered what had made her reject the three
of them and then eventually choose me.  I was glad she had.

   "Kieran," she whispered, "is your dick hard?"

   "I don't know.  Let me check."

   I made no effort to move my hand from her side; she slid her hand down
to my dick.

   "Yep, it's hard," I said.

   "Do you want to make love to me again tonight?"

   "Yep."

   "Why?"

   That was a strange question.  "Because I love you.  Is that a
good-enough answer?  Damn, Siobhan, there's no answer to that question. 
What do you mean?"

   "You've made love to me three nights in a row.  We don't usually do it
this often.  Are you trying to erase those other guys from my memory?"

   "Yeah, I guess so."

   "You don't have to do that, silly.  I probably haven't thought of any of
them in the last ten years.  You're not competing with them.  You're the
only man I want."

   "I hope so."

   "Come over here, little boy.  Get on top of Momma."

   On top of her, I adopted the position she had told him Grant used.  I
supported myself above her, arms stiff, my eyes locked on hers.  The dim
light from the hallway lit one side of her face.  She reached down to my
cock, made sure the foreskin was retracted, and rubbed the head up and down
in her wetness.  I gradually began to slide it into her, never taking my
eyes off hers.

   Her legs slowly wrapped around me and we both moved and tilted and
pushed and bent and pulled and pushed until I felt my pubic bone pressed
against hers and my balls nestled against the soft warmth of her cheeks.  I
held still then, looking down in her eyes at the same time that she looked
up in mine.  We probably stayed like that for a minute or so, almost
unblinking, until my arms began to tremble.  She nodded once and I
collapsed on her, my chest against her breasts, my face buried in that wild
red hair I loved so much.  I don't think I'd made more than a few strokes
when I felt her coming.  I didn't make but a few more after that until I
started too.

   A little while later, we were spooned up with each other, my dick soft
and warm against her naked ass, my right hand cupping her left breast, my
favorite way to go to sleep.  We were in that quiet stage halfway between
wakefulness and sleeping.

   "Siobhan," I mumbled into her hair, "I don't care if I'm sick.  I don't
give a shit what anybody else calls us.  I know one thing.  One of these
days, Kavan will be a teen, with red hair on his balls and a dick that's
more than a good handful.  Arial will be a princess with pointy little tits
and a blonde little patch of hair over her pussy.  Kerry will be a skinny
kid whose dick is just starting to grow.  I'm going to get a couple of
bottles of Hershey's Chocolate Syrup.  I'm going to invite them to join us.
We'll put it on the boys' dicks, and mine, and let you and Arial lick it
off.  We'll put it on Arial's tits, and yours, and the boys and I'll lick
them clean.  We'll even put it on your clit, and Arial's, and the boys and
I will lick it off.  Is that sick?  Would it be wrong to let them enjoy it
like we just did?"

   "I don't know, Kieran," she said, "You know I've always loved good
chocolate.  They do too.  Who knows what they'll be like when they grow
up?"

   Chapter Nine

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 34 in story, 15 in flashback; Siobhan
Stuart, 33; Kavan Stuart, 7; Arial Stuart, 6; Kerry Stuart, 2; Paul
Andersen, 26 in flashback; Lauren Andersen, 23 in flashback

   TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   The day was a perfect Saturday in October, with temperatures in the
sixties and seventies, a clear pale-blue sky, and just a little breeze
blowing from the north.  We all wore jeans, sweatshirts, and sneakers and
we didn't need the light jackets we brought.  We drove up into the
mountains north of where we lived to an area where we knew apples were
grown.  We filled the trunk of the car with apples, apple butter and cider,
gourds and hard squash and a pumpkin, popcorn and decorative corn still on
the cob, pine cones, rocks, and other treasures we found at the farms and
creeks and fields where we stopped.  If we had let the kids get everything
they'd wanted, we'd have had the rest of the car full too.

   We were on our way back home when I saw the sign that said "Visitors
Welcomed." We were just coming to a small rocky creek when I saw the play
area beside the stream and a dirt road leading off toward it.  On impulse,
I slowed, pulled into the road, and then stopped and looked around.  The
road led to an old country house on a slight rise above the creek and the
whole area looked like it had been lovingly tended and landscaped.  Near
the creek, I could see a picnic table and a tire swing hung between two
trees.  Nearby an old man in overalls was working beside a big woman in a
faded dress and work boots, both raking leaves.  He motioned with his hand
for me to drive into the play area.  We stayed with them until almost dark.

   <><><>

   "I can't believe you ate turnip greens," I said to Siobhan, after we
were on the road again.  "I didn't think you liked them."

   "Well, I can't believe you drank buttermilk either," she said.  "I
didn't think you liked it."

   "I wasn't about to turn down anything she offered me.  That corn bread
was the best I've ever eaten.  Did you ever have ham as good as that
before? He said he smoked it with apple wood."

   "I'm glad you stopped.  I don't guess they were lonely, with five grown
children and thirteen grandchildren.  She said most of them would come for
Sunday dinner tomorrow.  She made me take a jar of that end-of-season
relish you liked so much on your black-eyed peas."

   "I thought Kavan would pop from eating so much.  I guess they thought we
never feed him," I said.

   "Even your little Princess ate like she was hungry for a change, didn't
she?" Siobhan asked.

   "Yeah, it's hard to believe they'd welcome perfect strangers like us
into their home and then feed us.  I think the way Kerry took to her made
her do it.  Did you see how he leaned back against her breasts when she was
rocking him on the front porch?"

   "She probably made him think of your mother.  They were older than your
parents, weren't they?  How long did she say they'd been married -
forty-six years?"

   "I think so.  I hope we can be that happy when we get to be their age."

   We were quiet for the rest of the way home and the kids quickly went to
sleep strapped in their seats in the back of the car.  I couldn't help but
wonder what it would be like when we were old too and our kids and
grandkids came for Sunday dinner.  I couldn't picture our three kids as
adults.

   <><><>

   As usual, the kids woke up when I stopped the car at home.  We took them
straight to the bathroom and Kavan showed Kerry how to pee in the potty
again.  Arial played little mother again and held Kerry's little sprout,
pulled his foreskin back, and encouraged him to pee like his brother.  He
was still groggy and wouldn't hold it but he grunted and peed while she
held it.

   I wiped off Kavan and Arial with a wet cloth, helped them put on their
pajamas, and put toothpaste on their brushes so they could brush.  Siobhan
wiped off Kerry in spite of his protests and then brushed his teeth for
him. He protested when she also put a diaper on him but he still couldn't
be quite trusted to go through the night.  We had them back in bed as
quickly as possible and even without us reading to them they seemed content
to go to sleep again.

   Later, we lay side by side in bed, reading.  We both had on our cool
weather sleepwear with the blanket pulled up part way over us.  I wore just
the knit shorts and top in which I lounged around the house and
occasionally slept, if I slept in anything.  Siobhan wore a soft pink
nightgown with, I knew, nothing underneath.

   She dropped her book beside the bed, turned out the light on her side,
and curled up against me.  When she put her head on my shoulder, her hair,
that beautiful wild red hair, brushed over my face.  I started to protest
that I wasn't finished with the article in the magazine.

   Her hand on my stomach silenced me.  I waited expectantly, wondering
what she was thinking about.  Her fingertips slid under the elastic
waistband of my shorts, downward, searching for my dick.  When she found
it, curled down between my legs, she straightened it out toward my navel,
covering it with her palm, her fingertips moving gently on my balls.

   "Tell me about your first time?" she asked.

   "My first what?"

   "Your first time with a girl, when you lost your virginity.  What was it
like?  Who was it with?  What did you do?  You know, that sort of stuff."

   "If I tell you the whole story, you may wish that you'd never asked me
those questions.  There's one part of the story only three people know.  If
I tell you, it may affect the way you feel toward me."

   "Come on, Kieran, I can't think of anything that will make me change the
way I feel about you.  You've piqued my curiosity now.  I think you're
going to have to tell me.  Why don't you want to?"

   "Well, it wasn't a girl; it was a woman.  I promised her I'd never tell
anyone about that afternoon.  What she gave me was the most wonderful gift
any young man could get.  I've never said a word about it to anyone."

   "Why would she ask for such a promise from you?"

   "Her name was Lauren.  She was a married woman, with a baby girl only a
few months old.  She was very much in love with her husband, Paul.  They
even wanted to have another baby, hopefully a boy.  They moved away while
she was pregnant with their second child and I haven't heard from them
since well before we married.  They've been married now for over twenty
years.  They have two children, a girl and a boy.  I've seen the boy only
once, when he was almost two years old.  They stopped by our house once,
during my senior year in high school, on their way to visit her parents. 
The baby boy looked exactly like his father."

   "What did she look like?" Siobhan asked.

   "She was a breath-taking, heart-breaking, beautiful woman.  She was tall
and slim and had a beautiful face with large luminous gray eyes.  They were
one of her most compelling features.  She was a brunette with close-cut
short hair.  I suppose I was as much in love with her as a horny
fifteen-year old could be.  I know I was in lust with her because I got a
hard-on almost every time I was around her.  I know she must have noticed
my attempts to hide it.  Her husband kidded me about it once and I just
told him I couldn't help it."

   "How old did you say you were you when it happened?"

   "Fifteen, about a month or so from sixteen."

   "And mature enough to appeal to an older, married woman?"

   "I was certainly sexually-mature enough.  I had my first wet dream the
summer when I was twelve.  After that my interest in sex almost drove me
crazy for the next few years.  I couldn't believe all boys were afflicted
with hard-ons as frequent and demanding as mine.  Before I went through
puberty, I never wanted other guys to see me nude because they'd ridicule
boys with small cocks.  By the time I was fifteen or so, I didn't have to
hide anything.  The other boys saw me when I showered at school and I think
they were envious."

   "How did you meet her?"

   "I met her husband first.  Paul was a helicopter pilot for an oil
company, away from home for a week or so on occasion.  When Lauren was
pregnant with their first child, her doctor placed restrictions on the work
she could do and what she could lift.  Her husband asked around the
neighborhood for a kid who could help her with housework and shopping while
he was gone.  They lived only two blocks away from my family, I had just
got my driver's permit, and so I suppose I was perfect for the job.  My
sister was in her last year of high school and more interested in chasing
boys than in part-time work.  My brother had already started college.  My
mother encouraged me to take the job.  I suppose she thought it would be a
good learning experience for me.  I've often wondered if she knew exactly
how good a learning experience it really was."

   "I think you're beginning to break your promise, aren't you?  I'm dying
to hear more, but I'll understand if you want to stop."

   "After so many years, when she's so far away, I don't suppose any harm
could possibly come to her.  Anyway, Paul turned out to be one of the most
interesting, likable men I've ever met.  He took me to the gym with him to
work out and took me fishing.  In a few months, we were almost like older
and younger brothers.  We even looked enough alike to be brothers, with the
same tall slim build, fair skin, hazel eyes, and blond hair.  His wife
accepted me with just as much warmth and friendship as her husband.  I
spent a lot of my free time with them."

   "Well, was he aware of how sexually developed you were?  Was he
concerned about leaving you around his wife?"

   "He saw me naked in the gym every time we went.  The second time or so,
he commented on the size of my dick but it was such a friendly remark it
didn't bother me.  After that, I was relaxed and open with him.  The only
discomfort I felt was when I compared my body with his.  He was taller than
I was then, very well developed from his routine at the gym and from his
work.  He always seemed tanned all over.  I was tall for my age and on the
skinny side, and it was years before my muscles were developed like his."

   "Come on, Kieran.  Quit teasing me, damn it.  Tell me about losing your
virginity.  Give me the juicy details!  What happened between you and his
wife?"

   "When the baby was a little over six months old, he left on Friday, to
be gone longer than usual, almost two weeks.  I was supposed to go over on
Saturday afternoon to stay with their baby girl, because Lauren told me she
wanted to go somewhere.  I wasn't comfortable keeping the baby while she
went out but my mother had promised to be there in minutes if I needed help
with her.  Anyway, that afternoon, I rang the doorbell and she answered
wearing a soft purple robe, holding the baby."

   <><><>

   She sat down again and turned slightly away from me so that I couldn't
see the baby held against her breast.  As she did, the loose robe she wore
fell open, showing her legs.  She quickly covered them again.  If one swift
glance was correct, she had on little lace-trimmed panties underneath.  She
settled back in the chair and draped a diaper over her shoulder and breast
and the baby's head.

   "You're early, Kieran.  Let me finish feeding the baby and then you can
stay with her for a few hours.  She'll probably sleep most of the
afternoon."

   I could hardly answer.  My heart was beating faster and I couldn't take
my eyes off her.  I'd probably seen more of her in shorts and shirt when
she was out working in the yard but I'd never seen her in such an intimate
situation.  I stood watching her and she looked at me or beyond me with a
relaxed unfocused stare while the baby nursed.

   After a few minutes, she changed the baby from her right breast to her
left, trying to hold baby, robe, and diaper to keep herself covered.  I saw
one momentary flash of rounded breast and then the baby began to suckle
noisily again.  The combination of sight and sound triggered a reaction in
me that couldn't be controlled.  I began to get an erection.  Standing
there in front of her, my face began to burn.  I felt she couldn't help but
see my embarrassment and the bulge in my white tennis shorts.  The briefs I
wore underneath my shorts held my dick downward, keeping me from getting a
full erection, but I could feel the blood pulsing in it.

   She looked up from the baby at me and for a moment her eyes held mine.
If my eyes could see the question in hers, I'm sure hers could see the
pleading in mine.  Then she lowered her gaze, looking at the straining
bulge in my shorts.  After a minute more she looked at my face again.  It
may have been my fevered imagination but I thought I saw in her eyes a
resolution to whatever question she had been pondering.

   "Come here, Kieran," she said.  "Would you like to see her nurse?"

   I stumbled over to her, standing close, looking down at her and the
baby. She removed the covering diaper and I could see the little girl with
her face buried in her exposed breast.  She moved the arm holding her and
the baby lost the nipple.  For a moment it was exposed and I saw the dark
circle around the erect nipple, with a drop of white milk hanging on the
end.  Then the baby greedily moved her head around, found the nipple, and
started sucking again.

   "Some day, she'll be a beautiful young woman," she said.  "I just hope
we can have a son as beautiful as she is."

   My eyes were fixed on her breast and the nursing baby.  I didn't dare
try to speak.

   Still looking down at the baby, she reached out with her hand and
touched me on the leg.  I stepped back, confused about what I should do. 
She caught me by the hand, pulled me back toward her and again put her hand
on my leg just below my shorts.  I felt sure my erection would rip out of
my shorts.  She moved her hand lightly up and down on the side of my leg,
almost absent-mindedly, while she continued to watch the baby nurse.  I
stood paralyzed, heart pounding, face burning with heat.  Her hand wandered
higher and toward the rear, even under my shorts.  She touched me softly
again and again, as far as the now too-tight shorts would allow.  She even
slid her fingers under the elastic of my briefs just behind my leg.  My
erection probably grew another inch from that one touch.

   She looked up into my face again, caught the front waistband of my
shorts with her hand, and pulled me closer to her.  She looked down at my
crotch and then placed her hand against my cock.  I held my breath.  I
couldn't believe what she was doing.  She tried to squeeze it through my
shorts.  I was frozen still, unable to move or speak.  Finally, she
released the one button at the top and pulled the zipper down.  She reached
to one side of my shorts, then the other, and tugged them down to my knees.
I brought my legs closer together and let my shorts fall to the floor.

   For a moment she did nothing except look at my crotch.  No other woman
had seen me like this since before I started puberty.  As a kid I had never
cared if my mother or my sister saw me in my underwear but I had become
much more private as I grew up.

   She reached out to me again, cupped her fingers underneath my balls, and
pressed her palm against the length of my cock.  I could feel a surge of
heat in my face and in my cock.  I stood there still unable to move.

   Finally she caught the elastic waistband of my briefs and tugged them
down.  I looked down at the exposed pubic hair and below that the shaft of
my cock.  With the baby still sucking loudly, she reached out to me again,
encircled the base with her fingers, and tugged gently until my dick came
free.

   The downward angle and the tightness in my shorts had limited my
erection before but now it burst into full size and hardness.  Within
seconds of being released, it rose at a forty-five degree angle to my
stomach and the head was totally uncovered.  With her fingertips, she
lightly touched it, stroking up and down, encircling it, and teasing it. 
For a few minutes, I stood there and she played with my dick and balls with
her eyes closed while the baby nursed.  Neither of us said a word.

   She released me for a moment, pulled the robe away from her, and
uncrossed her legs.  I had been right.  She was wearing lace-like bikini
panties that hardly concealed anything.  She spread her legs to my view. 
From above, I could see little of the area between her thighs except for
dark pubic hair and the indentation of a cleft.  I could see both breasts,
faintly marbled with blue veins, the nipple of the free breast erect.

   "Take your shorts off," she whispered.

   I kicked my shorts off over my sneakers and then pulled my briefs down.
As I pulled them off my feet, I almost fell, trying to take them off with
my shoes still on.  Involuntarily I reached out to her shoulder to steady
myself.  When I straightened up, I kept my hand there with my fingers just
touching her bare neck.

   As I stood there before her, completely exposed to her, my erection
pointing toward her, I saw her for an instant as a mother, almost as my
mother, and I knew that, for right or wrong, I was going to fuck her.

   She stroked my cock up the shaft toward the head and a drop of clear
lubrication appeared.  She reached under and held my balls like she was
weighing them in her palm.  She gave my cock a gentle squeeze and then a
stroke from the base toward the head again, bringing forth another drop. 
Again.  The same pattern.  A downward stroke, smearing the lubrication
until her hand felt like liquid heat, a touch under my balls, even behind
them, the inside of my thighs, again back upward, squeezing toward the
head.

   She held my cock with her fingers, bending it downward, pointing
horizontally toward her.  She pulled forward and watched as the foreskin
almost covered the head.  When my cock was soft, the foreskin more than
covered the head, protruding beyond it a little in a wrinkled circle of
skin.  When it was hard, the foreskin covered only about half the head. 
She seemed fascinated by it.

   "I've never seen one that wasn't circumcised," she said.

   She pulled the skin downward, back toward my stomach, stretching it
tight, causing my cock to swell even more.  I could see the head turn a
deeper red from the renewed surge of blood being pumped into it.  Another
clear drop of lubrication was brought forth.  She caught it with her
fingers and rubbed it over the head.

   I knew I could come at any second and I wanted to tell her to stop but
there was nothing I could say.  She could've done anything she wanted to me
at that moment and I could not have stopped her.

   She fixed her eyes on my cock, intent on what she was doing.  I knew she
had to know the consequences of her actions and so I accepted it too.  She
was going to make me come, wanted me to come, standing in front of her,
while the baby sucked on her breast.  She wrapped her hand around the shaft
and began to move it up and down, slowly at first, gradually faster until I
knew I was about to come.

   I felt the first agonizing contraction and watched as the first spurt
landed on her breast, almost at the nipple.  The next two or three fell on
her ribs and stomach, one just on the edge of her panties.  The last few
oozed out onto her hand.  I watched in fascination as she added it to the
lubrication that already covered the head and shaft.  Finally her touch
became too much to bear and I reached down and held her hand still.  She
looked up into my eyes once again.

   "I'll put the baby to bed.  She should sleep now," she said.  "You take
the rest of your clothes off."

   She left the room, her robe now open, with the baby still in her arms. I
saw for one brief moment her full breasts, her flat stomach with its
ivory-colored lace panties, and her full hips.  Then the back of the purple
robe hid her and the baby from me.

   I bent over, quickly unlaced my shoes, pulled them off and then my
socks. As I pulled my shirt over my head, I was unable to see for a moment.
When I dropped the shirt to the floor and opened my eyes, she was already
coming back into the room and the robe and panties were gone.  She was
completely naked.  I was almost breathless, seeing for the first time a
woman's beauty.

   She walked up to me, looked me up and down, and said, "You're still
hard."

   I looked down at my still-erect cock, uncertain what my response should
be.  Clearly she had expected it to be soft by now.  I wasn't surprised
since it was often stayed hard after one orgasm.  I had no basis for
judging how uncommon that was.

   "It's too bad you're not tanned all over," she said, and smiled at me.
"Perhaps before the summer is over, we can find some way to get rid of that
white band around your hips."

   I realized that she was tanned too, not as dark as me but with no white
area around her hips or breasts.  Just as I began to wonder why, she wiped
the thought out of my head.

   She took hold of my cock again with one hand and, with the other, cupped
my balls.  I had the impression that she was measuring, weighing, judging
what she held.

   "Sit down here on the couch with me," she said.  "I've got to talk to
you before we do anything else."

   I sat beside her and she took hold of my cock again, softly stroking it.

   "Kieran, with what we've already done, you've got to understand that
I've put my life and my husband's and our marriage in your hands.  If you
let anyone else learn of this, you'll cause us all big problems."

   "I understand," I answered.  "But why are you doing this?  You're
married to a good man.  I'm just a kid."

   "You're only partially wrong.  I agree Paul's a wonderful man.  We love
each other very much.  We have an almost perfect marriage.  There's only
one problem, something you might help us with.  I'm not going to tell you
about it yet.  Trust me.  He knows what I'm doing.  We've talked it over
more than once."

   I couldn't believe what she was telling me, that she and her husband had
talked about and agreed to her having sex with me.

   "The two of you talked about me?" I asked.

   "He knew when he left what I was going to do.  There's a good reason for
it.  Believe me and don't ask any more questions.  And don't refer to
yourself as a kid anymore.  I know how old you are.  In two months, you'll
be sixteen and you're not a kid.  In most of the ways you act, you're as
mature as lots of men.  Judging by what I've got in my hand, you're more of
a man than most.  When I saw the size of this in your shorts, I couldn't
believe it."

   "But how do you feel about me?" I asked.

   "I'm very fond of you, Kieran.  You've become a close friend.  Maybe
there's even some love in my feelings but it's not the same thing I feel
for my husband.  When I look at you, it seems like you could be his younger
brother.  Sometimes it seems like you're my husband, only ten years
younger."

   "But what about us?  I'm not ready to quit.  I don't want just your
right hand."

   "Good.  I promise you.  You'll have everything you want."

   She squeezed my cock and stroked downward, stretching the skin down from
the head until I squirmed.

   "This is beautiful too.  Don't ever let anybody ever tell you it isn't.
When I made you come, that was beautiful to me.  Just trust me.  When Paul
comes back, he'll talk to you and you'll understand why we're doing this."

   "Yeah, he'll talk to me after he kills me," I said.

   "No, he won't.  He likes you a lot.  He thinks you're like the younger
brother he never had."

   "And he says it's OK for me to f..., do what I want to with you?"

   "You can say fuck to me, Kieran.  And, yes, he says it's OK for you to
fuck me.  But I think we've done enough talking.  I have one more question
and I want an honest one-word answer.  Are you a virgin?"

   "Yes," I answered, embarrassed to admit it.

   She lay on the couch and lifted one leg to rest on the back, with the
other bent and on the floor.  As she spread her legs apart, I saw for the
first time in the flesh a woman's cunt, open, exposed, moist, pink.  How
can any man ever describe the first time he sees a real cunt?  I was
surprised at the small ridge or shaft, arising at the very top of the
cleft, spreading and thickening until it separated into two small pink
lips, like the petals of a flower, inside the darker mounds on either side.
Lower down, I could see the small opening there and I was surprised at its
placement.  I had expected it to be higher, more in front.  I wondered how
all this mysterious plumbing worked, how she pissed, where the clitoris
that I had heard about was located, how the opening could expand enough to
hold my cock and how deep it would take me, even how it could expand enough
for the baby to come out.  To me, it looked as fresh and virginal as any
picture I had ever seen.

   "Touch it," she said, "I want you to."

   I touched it, bringing my finger gently down the small shaft, separating
the lips, down to the opening into the depths of her.  I inserted my finger
perhaps an inch and was amazed at the slippery moistness and heat of her
cunt.  She caught my wrist and pushed my finger in deeper, then withdrew it
and moved my hand so that my finger rubbed over the area just where the
lips began to separate.  I felt a harder protrusion in the softness and I
could tell from the movement of her hips that she liked what we were doing.
So I did it by myself, first inserting a finger into her, finding the
lubrication there, and then smearing it over the hard bump, side to side,
up and down.  When I looked at her face, her eyes were closed.

   But it was the opening into her that held my interest.  I inserted my
index finger slowly into her, finding no end to the depth which would limit
my cock when I put it in her, amazed at the tightness, the warmth, the
lubricated feel of her flesh there.

   "Come, get on top of me," she said.  "Be careful of my breasts.  They're
tender and if you put your weight on them, we'll have milk flowing.  Keep
your body raised above mine and watch your dick as it goes into me."

   I moved to position myself the way she told me, holding myself above her
with my arms.  I was in what I realized was a perfect position when I
considered the placement of the opening into her and the angle of my
erection.  But with no hands free, I couldn't find the right spot to make
it go into her.  I pushed gently once and it slid off solid flesh and to
the right, again and it slid upward toward her stomach, a third time and it
slid downward, between her thighs.

   She reached down with one hand and held my cock in the right place.  I
pushed gently and knew it was right.  The head slipped easily into a
cauldron of heat and wetness and living flesh.

   "Be slow and easy as you put it in," she whispered.  "It takes time for
a woman's vagina to adjust to a big dick like yours.  Just don't get in a
hurry.  We'll both enjoy it more."

   I began slowly by sliding the head into her for just an inch or so, and
then withdrawing.  Each insertion was as pleasurable or more so than the
last.  I watched as my cock slid in and out, with each downward stroke
opening her up a little more, her cunt taking in a little more of my cock.
Slowly her pussy opened and I found new depths to explore.  The lubricated
friction of her cunt on the shaft and especially the head of my cock was
almost too good to bear.  My body moved closer and closer to hers as I
worked my cock in deeper and deeper.  With still an inch of the shaft
exposed, she seemed to pull away from me and I stopped, holding myself
absolutely still, waiting for a signal from her.

   She changed her position, bringing her legs upward, bending herself
almost in half, my supporting arms behind her knees.  She was totally open
to me now and I wanted all of my cock in her.  I gave one, two, three, long
slow strokes and watched as the last of it disappeared into her cunt.  I
looked up at her face and saw that her eyes were closed and her head was
thrown back.  I stopped moving and held my dick deep in her with my balls
resting against the soft mounds between her thighs.

   Then she pushed me away with her hands and pulled me closer with hands
and legs.  With slow movements, I slid the entire length into her and then
almost out.  I felt her fingernails in my back.  I shut my eyes and slowly
became engulfed in the red heat of our fucking.  My thrusts gradually
quickened.  Again and again, I buried my cock to the hilt and then
withdrew. All too quickly, I knew I was coming again.  I stopped my
movements, to try to delay and to prolong the pleasure but I was beyond all
control.  Instinctively, I buried my cock to the depths to let each spasm
deposit my semen into the core of her.

   As the last of my orgasm died away, she moved under me, pressing her
body even closer to mine, moving from side to side and back and forth. 
When the contractions of her orgasm began, I could feel the strong
spasmodic gripping and relaxation on the base of my dick.  I understood
that this was her equivalent to my coming, with her contractions timed at
about the same intervals as mine, first strong and then fading.

   We were both still for a minute or two and, as I slowly became aware
again of my surroundings, I realized we were too close to each other.  My
chest was pressed down on her breasts and I felt a warm wetness between us.
I raised myself from her and looked down.  Both her breasts were wet with
milk, white against the rose color of her breasts.  She opened her eyes and
looked into mine.

   <><><>

   Siobhan interrupted my story for a moment.  Her head was resting on my
stomach, the tangle of her scarlet hair blocking my view from the mischief
she was doing to me, just one little fingernail moving around on my
scrotum.

   "I don't understand how her husband could go off and leave her with you.
Did he think of you as a kid or as a man?  Did she really say that Paul was
OK with you fucking his wife?"

   "Yeah, she did.  He certainly knew how curious I was about sex.  When we
worked out at the gym, sometimes we'd sit somewhere to cool off before we
showered.  One day, we started talking about sex.  Gradually I relaxed with
him and he told me more about sex than I'd ever learned before.

   "Did he ever see you with a hard-on like this one?" she asked.

   "Once.  In the men's locker area, there was a big shower room with about
ten heads.  Lots of times, we were the only ones showering.  On one
occasion, I was washing my cock and I started to get an erection.  I looked
at Paul and he was watching me and grinning.  He started soaping his own
cock and he got a hard-on too.  I grinned back at him and stroked mine
slowly until it was standing like always.  We just stood looking at each
other.  When we heard a door open, Paul reached over, turned off the hot
water to my shower, and then did the same to his.

   "He knew you were a typical horny kid, I guess.  It's just hard to
believe he could leave his wife with you to care for her."

   "When he left, I remember what he said about his wife, that he was
leaving me with the two things most precious to him in his life, that he
trusted me as he trusted his wife, and that I should listen to her while he
was gone, that I was to do whatever she said and it would be okay with
him."

   "Finish your story," she said and then took the head of my cock in her
mouth again.

   "Can you listen with your mouth full?" I asked.

   I suppose "Uummph" qualified as an answer.

   <><><>

   In the shower with Lauren, I couldn't keep my hands off her.  I'd never
experienced the wonder of a woman's body and I tried to touch her
everywhere.  Her breasts were still full and heavy and the nipples were
soft and small at first.  They became larger and harder as I touched them.
I wanted to suck on them but I didn't know if I dared.  The cheeks of her
ass fitted perfectly into my hands and I pulled her closer and curled my
fingers around and under.

   I had lost my erection with my second orgasm and had been ashamed to let
her see my cock when I withdrew.  But she had been eager and loving,
holding it in her hand even though it was wet and slippery.  In the shower
with her, it was only half-hard at first.  As I pulled her against me, her
breasts against my chest, her stomach against mine, my cock nestled between
her legs, I felt it begin to grow into another erection.

   She put her hand behind my neck, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me
for the first time.  I closed my eyes and met her at first with my lips
together, then her tongue pushed into my mouth, touching mine, and the kiss
turned into an open-mouthed battle.  We stood with the warm water pouring
over us, her naked body pressed against mine, my hands cupping her ass, her
hands cupping mine.  Our open mouths and tongues were meeting, retreating,
and then coming together again.  I felt the red heat of sexual desire
building again.  My cock hardened and lifted between her legs and she
opened them to hold it between her thighs.  I used my fingertips to press
it against her and at the same time moved my hips to slide it back and
forth.

   She stepped back out of the direct path of the shower and reached for
the soap and a washcloth.  She washed me, front, and back, under my arms,
and finally my dick and balls.  I leaned against the shower wall letting
her soapy hands have their way with me.  I watched as she soaped and
stroked it, long after it was more than clean.  It was then I learned for
the first time the pleasure of rubbing my body, naked and soapy, against a
woman's body.  Finally, she turned the shower on me and rinsed the suds
away, even reaching back between my legs to make sure that area was clear
of soap.

   When we left the shower, she reached for a towel and handed it to me. 
She stood before me with her arms held away from her body and I knew what
she wanted.  I gently dried her off and as I touched her breast one single
drop of milk emerged.  I stood for a moment looking at it, wanting to take
the nipple in my mouth, but not knowing whether I should or how she would
react.  She put her hand behind my neck, pulled my face down to her breast,
and I sucked gently on the erect nipple and tasted the warm sweetness of
her milk in my mouth.  She held my head in place while I nursed at her
breast, just as her child had done earlier.  I would have been content to
stay there forever but after a minute or so she pushed me away.

   "I want you to stand still, without moving.  I'm going to do something
my husband says every man's loves."

   I didn't know what she meant and I stood puzzled while she folded the
towel into a pad and put it on the floor in front of me.  When she kneeled
down, I realized what she was going to do.

   She took my cock in her hand and squeezed it and stroked back toward the
base, placing an exquisite tension on the sensitive skin and head.  She
brought it downward, to a ninety-degree angle, pointing directly at her
face.  With her other hand, she played with my balls, teasing gently with
her fingernails in the area just behind them.  Finally she leaned forward
with open lips and took the head of my cock into her mouth.

   In the years since, I've thought about that moment over and over.  I
believe that's when I realized a woman could completely accept my male
sexuality and could match it with a hunger just as intense.  Since then
I've never felt shame or guilt in anything I do sexually.  She's the one
she gave me the freedom to accept my sexuality and that of women and
totally enjoy both.

   At first she took only the head into her mouth.  I could feel her lips
gripping the shaft and her tongue moving against the sensitive area just
under the head.  She was careful with her teeth but occasionally I felt
their hardness and experienced a touch of anxiety.

   She sucked on the head, sliding it out of her mouth, while with one hand
she pulled the skin on my shaft back toward my belly.  With her other hand,
she touched the inside of my legs and I spread them slightly.  She reached
between back to my buttocks and ran her hand over them and then the
fingertips down the crack between them.  Then back again to my ass, pulling
forward just an inch or so and then releasing and I began to move the head
of my cock in and out of her mouth.

   With one hand she held my cock down, angled into her mouth.  The other
hand was all over the area she could reach.  The combination of mouth and
groping hand gradually brought me to a state of sexual unconsciousness in
which I was that part of my body she was touching.  All awareness of who I
was, where I was, or the outside world faded away.

   I felt the first faint buildup of another orgasm.  Would she want me to
come in her mouth?  What would she do with it?  I put my hand on her head
and tried to push her away, to signal to her that I was about to come.

   Maybe she understood but she refused to stop.  I gave up completely to
what she was doing and surrendered to the pleasure of her mouth and hands
on me.  I felt the first almost-painful crest and release of tension and
then the point of no return was reached and my body reacted by pouring out
my semen.  Through it all, she kept her mouth on my cock, swallowing,
almost gagging, but evidently determined to see it through to the end. 
When the last contraction had faded away, she moved away from me and looked
at the head of my cock.  With her hand, she milked it downward, bringing
out the last oozing drops and then she took it in her mouth again and
swallowed.

   I stood still through it all and watched in disbelief at the last of her
performance.  She stood up, smiled at me, and began to push me out of the
bathroom.

   "Go in the kitchen," she said, "and fix us a glass of iced tea.  You'll
find a pitcher in the refrigerator."

   <><><>

   Siobhan interrupted my story again.  I was propped against the head of
the bed, my legs extended straight and together.  She was sitting quietly
astride me, leaning forward over me, my cock buried in the depths of her.
Between us, I could see only the mixed tangle of her red pubic hair and my
blond hair.

   "I like to suck your cock, too," she said.  "It makes me all hot and wet
in my cunt, just to know how much pleasure it gives you.  Does it affect
you that way, when you use your mouth and tongue on me?"

   "Yeah, the taste and smell do something to my cock.  I've always got a
raging hard-on when I'm down there on you."

   "How many times did you come that afternoon?" she asked.

   "Four times."

   "You've only told me about three.  Finish your story."

   <><><>

   I made large glasses of iced tea for both of us and stood, leaning
against the kitchen counter, drinking, while I waited for her.  I wondered
what was next, if anything, on our agenda.  I was unsure whether she would
want any more from me or, if she did, whether I could give it.  Somewhere
deep inside myself, I knew I wanted to fuck her again.  But I had never had
three orgasms in the space of a few hours before.  I didn't know whether I
could have a fourth.

   I heard water running and splashing in the bathroom and I wondered what
she was doing.  A few minutes, she joined me in the kitchen, still
completely nude.  I could not take my eyes off her.  Her full breasts and
rounded hips, all the curves and valleys, held me fascinated.  She drank
from her glass of tea and then stood still looking at me.

   Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her eyes, looking up and down my body
the same way I had looked at her.  Her gaze settled on my dick, completely
soft now, and my balls, relaxed and hanging lower too.  We both stood,
leaning against the kitchen cabinets, drinking the iced tea, and talking.
After a while, she found cold ham in the refrigerator and a loaf of bread.
We stood, slicing off bites, dipping them in mustard, and eating them with
bread.

   Finally she brought up the subject I had been thinking about.  "Do you
want to go to bed with me, to learn how to make love to a woman, to please
her as well as yourself?" she asked.

   "Sure," I answered, "but I don't know what to do.  I don't know what you
expect from me."

   "The first time I touched you, a couple of hours ago, you came within a
couple of minutes.  The second time, about thirty minutes later, when you
were inside me, you probably lasted three minutes.  And the third time, you
probably only took about four minutes.  I didn't time you.  Those are only
guesses."

   "Are you saying I'm too quick to come, that I should last longer?"

   "No, at your age, as new as sex is to you, I don't think you could have
done anything different.  The point I want to make is that you can learn to
control what you do, to prolong it.  When you do, you'll understand that
sex can be a long wonderful journey.  When you arrive, when you come, it
can be doubly pleasurable.  Would you let me teach you?"

   "Yes, but let me go to the bathroom first."

   "I'll be waiting for you in bed.  When you're through, bring the bottle
of baby oil from the shelf and two towels."

   In the bathroom, I lifted the toilet seat lid and tried to relieve
myself quietly, aiming the stream against the side, not directly into the
water.  My bladder was distended from the long delay and from the iced tea.
I shuddered in relief.

   As I turned, I noticed a bar of soap near the sink.  I picked it up and
smelled it, recognizing it as one I had smelled on her before.  On impulse,
I turned on the hot water and scooped it up to pour it over my cock.  I
worked up lather in my hands, washed my cock and balls clean, and then
rinsed and dried everything.

   I had never been in her bedroom before.  When I walked in, she had drawn
the drapes and had left only one dim light burning, on a chest directly
opposite the bed.

   She was on the bed, propped up on pillows, her legs together, and
crossed.  As I walked over to the foot of the bed, she spread her legs
slowly, exposing herself to me.  The word cunt popped up in my mind and I
knew all the absurd images I had connected with the word didn't compare
with the reality of what I saw.  As I watched, she bent her knees and
spread them, letting me see clearly in the light shining down on her.

   For years afterward, whenever my memory brought up an image of her, it's
the way she was then.  Her eyes were fixed on my face.  Her short hair was
tousled on the pillow.  Her breasts were still full, even lying down, but
the nipples were soft and relaxed now, hardly protruding.  Below her rib
cage, her stomach was a shallow bowl.  And then there was the part I knew
my eyes would never tire of seeing.  At the base of her stomach, a soft
mound rose, covered with light brown hair, the hair curling downward
between her legs.  Her knees were bent upward, exposing to me the soft
insides of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass.  There in the center of it
all was the eternal mystery of a woman.  I wanted to touch her, to taste
and see her, and ultimately to bury my cock inside her again.  She reached
down with one hand and spread the lips wider until I could see the moist,
pink flesh.  She held out her other hand toward me and I lay down beside
her.

   "I want you to use your sense of touch to become familiar with a woman's
body.  Spread the towels out on the bed."

   As I did, she picked up the bottle of baby oil, handed it to me, and
then lay down on her stomach.  I needed no further instruction.  I coated
my hands with the oil and started with her shoulders, gently massaging her.
Then I moved to her feet and gradually up her legs toward her ass.  At
first she kept her legs close together but, when I began to knead her ass
and to run my fingertips down the crack, she spread her legs, giving me the
opportunity to explore there.

   After a few minutes, she turned over.  I started again, at her shoulders
and her breasts.  Then down to her legs, back to her stomach, down to her
thighs, gradually moving toward the center of her.  Again she spread her
legs, wider this time.  I teased the small inner lips, watching them
separate, almost as if of their own will, until her cunt was totally open
to me.  She caught my hand and held it still and I looked back to her face.

   "Now just smell me.  Then taste me," she whispered.

   I was surprised at what she said.  It was exactly what I wanted to do. I
closed my eyes, leaned half across her, and burrowed my face in the curve
of her shoulder and throat.  The smell of her flesh and the soap she had
used and the baby oil I had rubbed on her - all filled my nose.  I opened
my mouth to bring my lips and tongue into contact with her.  Then, with
eyes still closed, I moved downward toward her breasts.  At first I just
rubbed my face and lips against then, avoiding the nipples, teasing her,
waiting for encouragement from her.  Finally she put her hands behind my
head and guided my mouth to the nipple.  It was erect against my tongue.  I
played with it, gently sucking, trying to get a response from her.  After a
minute, her hands tightened their grip and she pulled me harder against
her. I began to nurse at her breast again, just like her baby had done
earlier, trying to pull the milk from her.  When the sweet, warm milk began
to spread over my tongue, I felt the first surge of a new erection
beginning.

   I moved my head downward, toward her stomach, my tongue tracing a trail
from breast to navel.  Underneath her skin, I could feel her stomach
muscles tighten.  I waited, wanting to explore further, hoping for her
approval, but unsure.  Then she put her hands against my head and pushed me
gently downward.

   I sat up suddenly and looked at her face, to be sure that she wanted
what I wanted.  Her smile was answer enough.

   I changed my position, moving lower on the bed, directly between her
legs.  I put my hands under her knees and lifted and spread them until her
legs were raised, open, inviting me to the mystery between them.

   Lying flat on my stomach, I closed my eyes and moved closer to her.  My
cheek grazed against her thigh and I followed it downward, closer and
closer to her.  I felt the first tickling touch of the hair surrounding her
cunt against my lips and nose.  I inhaled deeply, trying to draw in the
scent of her.  I smelled the soap and baby oil but mixed with an aroma I
had never smelled before.  I explored the area between her thighs using
only my nose and lips, keeping my hands on her legs, determined to give her
the same pleasure she had given me earlier.

   When I began to use my tongue, I encountered only the tangle of pubic
hair and so I briefly opened my eyes to find my way.  I traced down the
small shaft toward the opening below.  Where the inner lips of her cunt
began to open out, I felt a small hard bump, almost a protrusion.  I knew I
had finally found her clitoris and I used my tongue to tease it.  She
responded by opening her legs wider and, with her hands on my head, pulling
me against her.  For a minute or two I let her hold me there.

   I wanted the last of her, just as she had earlier completely surrendered
her mouth to me and used it to accept the semen she sucked from me.  I
moved my mouth and tongue lower, seeking the opening into her.  My nose was
filled with the musky scent of her, my mouth and lips and tongue wet with
the secretions from her.  I tried to use my tongue to penetrate her.  She
was moving against my face now, unable to hold still.  Finally, I began to
lick her, from the lowest reaches between her thighs, over the wet opening
into her, over the hard protrusion, back again and again.  I was drowning
in her.  I continued, losing awareness of anything but the scent and taste
and feel of her cunt.  I stopped for a moment and, on my knees, rose up to
look at her.  She was spread before me like a feast.  While she watched, I
took my cock in one hand and held it, wanting to bury it in her.  I waited
for her instructions, determined to bring her to orgasm with my mouth and
tongue, if that was what she wanted.

   Without a word, she pulled me further up the bed, beside her and pushed
me down on my back.  She straddled my legs, just looking down at me for a
moment.  Then taking my cock in her hand, she began what I can only
describe as milking it.  She squeezed at the base and stroked upward,
toward the head, while her thumb pressed against the underside of the
shaft. After a few strokes, I saw a drop of clear lubrication appear and
she rubbed it over the head.  When the head of my cock was coated and
slippery to her touch, she moved upward over it.  Her head was bent
downward so she could watch what she was doing but her hair blocked my
view. When she again took my cock in her hand, holding it into position, I
knew what was about to happen.

   She was wide open and wet so that the head of my cock slid into her
quickly.  She held herself just on the tip of it, moving around and around,
in and out, head hanging, watching.  I closed my eyes, lost in the
sensations, unmoving, letting her have her way.

   She continued for a few minutes, finding her own pleasure.  I could hear
her breathing become louder and more rapid.  Then she changed her pattern,
lowering her hips so that more of my cock slid into her.  Gradually she
took it in, now with slow, long, up and down movements.  When she reached
the base of the shaft she slowed.  She seemed to be searching for
something, her movements now jerky, not at all as rhythmical as before.  I
held back, determined to let her find her own way.

   She threw her head back, face upward, and I looked at her and saw her
eyes were closed.  When I looked downward, I could hardly see where my cock
was buried in her.  Her pubic hair was entangled in mine.  When she moved
upward slightly, I could see the base of my cock as it disappeared into
her, the lips of her cunt red and glistening with wetness, stretched wide
to hold me.  Then downward again, until I felt her pubic bone against mine.
With one hand, she reached down between us, until her fingertips
disappeared in our mingled pubic hair.  I watched in fascination as she
began to rub her clitoris using a slow circular motion.  At last she found
the combination that brought her to release.  I felt the series of
contractions begin, gripping the base of my cock, releasing, squeezing
again, stronger, then gradually fading away.  She rolled over and pulled me
on top of her, my cock still inside her.  When she opened her eyes, I saw
tears there.

   "Now fuck me," she said.

   <><><>

   Siobhan put her fingers over my mouth and stopped my story.  She'd been
squirming for a few minutes, still sitting astride me with my dick buried
in her steaming pussy.

   "Damn, that is hot, Kieran.  You remember where you are in the story. 
I'm going for a ride and then you can finish telling it."

   We both went for a ride.  It was a short one and she finished first but
I came in second behind her.

   <><><>

   Lauren's cunt was dripping wet now, hotter than ever, gripping my cock
with a pleasure I'd never known was possible.  I began to slide it in and
out, slowly at first.

   With her hands, she brought my head downward to hers, her open mouth
against mine.  Her tongue teased me and I pushed mine into her mouth,
fucking her that way as I fucked her below.  I shoved my cock into her cunt
unmercifully, in to the hilt, out as far as possible without losing
contact, and then in and out again, taking my pleasure with no thought for
hers.  I couldn't stop and neither could I find the orgasm I wanted.  Her
legs were wrapped around me, pulling me against her even harder.  I slammed
against her, shoving it in, with no tenderness or care, fucking her with a
savage desperation.

   She began to come again, rigid, whimpering into my open mouth, wave
after wave of contractions squeezing her cunt around my plunging cock.  In
some recess of my brain, I marveled at how she could come again so soon and
that it could last so long.

   Finally, something triggered my own orgasm and the first strong
contractions began inside me and flowed downward and out of me.  I shoved
my cock to the depths of her one last time, wanting to bury myself entirely
in her.  We were both still, rigid, muscles locked, while my body poured
out its semen in a series of long, drawn-out waves.

   When I became conscious of my surroundings again, my head was buried in
Lauren's throat and shoulder with my nose in her hair.  I could hear the
baby playing in the other room, making noises to herself, rattling
something in her crib.  Lauren held me still against her, making no effort
to push me away.

   Finally she quietly said, "I want you to get dressed and go now.  Don't
try to say anything.  Remember your promise to me.  When my husband comes
back, we'll talk to you and you'll understand."

   I pushed back away from her, my cock still in her cunt, soft now but
still swollen.  I watched for one last time, as I pulled it reluctantly,
slowly, out of her.  It was covered with my own semen and her fluids, even
the pubic hair around the base.  Her cunt was open, the lips red now, the
white froth of our fucking streaked over them.  As I watched my cock leave
her, one last wet string momentarily stretched from the head of my cock
back into the depths of her.  While I watched, the connection broke.  White
drops, either from my body or hers, oozed out of her, downward, into the
crack of her ass.  I watched, still fascinated, shuddering that I could
still want more of her when I knew I was no longer capable of any sexual
act.

   <><><>

   Through the last of my story, Siobhan had been silent, lying quietly
curled up beside me.

   "Did you ever make love to her again?" she asked.

   "You asked me to tell you how I lost my virginity.  I've told you that?
Why would you want to know more?"

   She laughed softly.  "A good storyteller always gives the listener one
last touch, to raise curiosity about what happened next."

   "Then I'll tell you this.  Before the summer was over, I found out why
Lauren and Paul were both tanned all over.  They invited me to spend some
weekends at their cabin with them.  It was totally isolated.  Before the
summer was over, I was as tanned as they were."

   "A good storyteller also pulls all the parts of his story together.  I
don't understand why she, and especially her husband, wanted her to make
love with you."

   "Her husband was infertile.  They'd spent thousands trying to conceive
the first time, before they decided to try artificial insemination.  The
whole process was very difficult for them.  It was especially difficult
accepting the fact that they could never know who the sperm donor was and
how closely the donor's genetic traits would match theirs.  They were very
happy with their little girl but they decided to do it their own way with
their second child."

   "What do you mean?" my wife asked.

   "They decided that the sperm donor would be someone they knew, who would
inseminate Lauren in the old-fashioned way.  I told you their boy looked
exactly like his father.  They even named him after me."

   <><><>

   Sunday was a quiet calm day.  A slow misty rain was falling and we
decided to stay home and just play with the kids.  We pushed the living
room furniture back against the walls, spread some old quilts on the
carpet, and had a picnic indoors.  Afterwards, while Kerry napped, we tried
to teach Kavan and Arial how to play Monopoly.  I was amazed again at how
well Arial could read for a first grader.  Her mother had done a great job
teaching her.  Even after Kerry woke up, we wanted to keep playing but he
couldn't understand why we didn't want him playing with all the little
houses.  We ended up in another wrestling match and Kavan and Arial held me
down while Kerry tried to blow obscene noises on my stomach.  He just
succeeded in slobbering all over me.

   We fed them in the kitchen and then read to them for a while until it
was time for their bath.  When they complained, we reminded them that
they'd gone to bed without one Saturday night.  We took them to the
bathroom and stripped all three.  Usually if we ran them through the tub,
Siobhan or I would get naked too because we knew we'd be drenched before we
got through.  This time, we both stripped.

   Kavan and Arial knew the nightly-bath routine.  Kavan lifted the commode
seat, peed, and put the seat back down for Arial.  She crawled on the
throne and tinkled.  When she got off, she lifted the seat again and waited
for Kerry.  If he'd learned the routine, he'd forgotten it; he was playing
with his penis.  Arial finally coaxed him into trying and she tried again
to show him how.  His legs were just long enough standing on the little
bench I'd made for him.  He finally started peeing and then forgot to watch
and started peeing on the floor on one side.  Arial yelled at him and he
half-turned and started laughing and peeing in her direction.  He ran dry
before he sprayed all of us.

   After order was restored to chaos, I cleaned up the floor and Arial
started begging me and Siobhan to shower with them.

   "Princess, we can't all get in the shower at the same time," I
explained, "It's too small.  It'll hold two grown-ups or one grown-up and
two kids, maybe three.  It won't hold all five of us."

   "Let's get in the tub then," she said and Siobhan laughed.

   "Arial, we can't all get in the tub either," she said.  "We can hardly
get all three of you kids in it at once anymore.  Even your father and I
can't get in there together very well."

   "Well, one of you could get in the tub with Kerry and then me and Kavan
could get in the shower with the other," Arial said.  She looked up at both
of us and smiled at her solution.

   We did what she suggested.  Siobhan bathed with Kerry while I showered
with Kavan and Arial.  By the time we got them bathed, teeth brushed,
pajamas on and read to, Siobhan and I were both just about exhausted.  When
they were finally tucked in and kissed good night, I went in the kitchen
and opened myself a reward, a cold beer.  A few minutes later, Siobhan got
herself a glass of wine and joined me.

   "Honey, we've talked about it long enough.  We're going to have to get
ourselves a bigger house," I said.

   She signed and nodded.  "I guess so.  We've got a good down payment
saved.  I'll do a cash flow analysis for us and see how much of a monthly
mortgage payment we could afford.  I just hope we can find one where the
kids will be close to a good school.  Let's start thinking about what we
want in a new house.  You make me a list of what you want and I'll do my
list."

   "A swimming pool," I said.  "A Jacuzzi."

   "If it pushes the mortgage payment too high, you can't have either one,"
she answered.

   "Yes, I know, you're the financial analyst.  But I've got three kids I'd
love to play with in a pool, all of us naked.  It sure would be nice."

   "You've got four kids, Kieran," she said.  "Maybe it's three kids and a
teen-age son.  How old would he be now?"

   I hadn't really thought about him that much over the years, except once
in a while when some weird thing reminded me of what I'd done for Lauren
and Paul.  I'd only seen him once when he was a baby and Paul and I'd
agreed then that it was best if they didn't keep in touch with me.  I did a
quick mental computation.

   "Damn, you're right.  He'd be seventeen, the same age I was when he was
born.  I'm twice as old as he is now."

   "Do you ever think about him and wonder what his life is like, what he's
like?"

   "Occasionally.  I don't worry about him.  I knew Paul and Lauren pretty
well.  I'm sure they're good parents to him.  Hell, they really are his
parents, not me.  Paul's his dad, not me."

   "I wonder what he looks like," she said.

   "Well, I only saw him once when he was about two years old.  You already
know what he looked like then."

   Siobhan looked at me, puzzled.  "What do you mean?"

   "Last time I saw him, he looked exactly like Kerry does now.  Look at
Kerry and you're looking at him when he was two."

   Chapter Ten

   CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 34 in story, 15 in flashback; Siobhan
Stuart, 33; Kavan Stuart, 7; Arial Stuart, 6; Kerry Stuart, 2: Paul
Andersen, 26 in flashback; Lauren Andersen, 23 in flashback

   TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart

   <><><>

   (KIERAN)

   I herded the kids back into the car while Siobhan stood looking at the
beautiful old Victorian house.  Framed by huge trees on each side,
beautifully painted in all the colors of the rainbow, the house had an
unreal fairy-tale look to it.  When Siobhan and the kids were settled, I
drove down the dirt road to one side of the house, past three small rustic
buildings, to the one I'd reserved for us.

   "Well, there it is.  Our luxurious weekend retreat.  What do you think?"

   "Kieran, it looks...it's... well, it looks like a tobacco barn."

   "It was, years ago.  But just wait `til you see the inside."

   I had been looking for a place in the country but close to home where we
could take the kids for a weekend.  A friend at work told me of a place
where he'd taken his family.  It was like a bread and breakfast place, out
in the country, and it catered especially to families with young kids.  I
checked it out and it looked like exactly what I wanted.  The guy who told
me about the place said it was a family place, run by a husband and wife,
both in their forties, and four kids.  He said the husband did all the
cooking and it was almost gourmet food.

   I decided to let it be a surprise to Siobhan and the kids.  I told them
only that we'd be out in the country and all we had to take was stuff like
jeans and sweatshirts and sneakers.  I took off from work early on Friday
afternoon and we were at our weekend destination before five o'clock.

   Siobhan was impressed with the beautifully-restored Victorian house
where we checked in.  It was a huge old house with a wide porch on three
sides and with rocking chairs scattered around the porch.  Inside, on the
left of the center hall, we saw a living room with beautiful antiques and a
big stone fireplace, with a wood fire burning.  To the left, we saw a
dining room with two huge tables and small tables against the wall.  There
was a desk in the center hall with a bell to ring to call for help.  When
the woman, the wife, told us we'd be in Cabin 4 to the left of the house, I
think Siobhan was disappointed that we wouldn't be staying in the house.

   I drove down the dirt road to the left of the house and we saw a small
lake or pond with people fishing and four cabins or houses under the huge
hardwood trees on the hillside.  Each of the guest cottages was different
but they all looked old and simple.  The first one was a small tin-roofed
house with board and batten siding.  The second one, with the same sort of
roof and siding, looked like it had been a barn of some kind.  I knew they
had all been moved from some other location and reconstructed on the
hillside.  My friend had recommended the one I'd requested for us.

   I parked and we sat looking at the cabin or barn or house, whichever it
was.  It was constructed of logs, tightly caulked with something white. 
From where we were parked, I could see one small window on one side and an
entryway on the side near us with a large planked cover that slid in a
metal track at the top.

   "Kieran, I thought you said this was going to be luxurious," Siobhan
said.  "I didn't think we'd be roughing it in something like this."

   I looked at her and she didn't look like she was happy with what I'd
done.  "Just wait," I said.

   I helped the kids out again and they led the way over the stones leading
to the entry.  There was nothing to indicate how to get inside except for a
rustic lever to one side of the planked cover.  I pulled the lever down and
heard the hum of a motor start up.  The cover slowly slid ten feet or so to
one side and there was a door with beautiful stained glass in the top.  I
used the key I'd been given and we all went inside.

   We entered a central hallway with doors leading off to both the right
and left.  I opened one and found a small bedroom with two sets of bunk
beds that would sleep four and an antique chest against the wall under the
single window.  I let Siobhan open the other door.  It led to the bathroom.
There was a huge Jacuzzi on one side, a commode and bidet against another,
and a counter with two sinks on the third.  Shelves over the commode and
bidet had stacks of clean white towels.  Baskets on the counter held caches
of soap and other toiletries.  I looked at Siobhan and saw she was smiling.

   "Just wait," I said.

   "I want a tub like that in our new house," she said.

   We went down the rest of the hallway and into the one huge room that
occupied the rest of the house.  I crossed to the far wall and pulled the
heavy drapes back and light filled the room.  The wall was largely four
sets of French doors opening out to a screened porch and overlooking the
lake.  Most of the furniture looked like antiques except for the two large
couches.  A king-size bed dominated one end of the room.  Someone with
decorating skills had done their magic on the furnishings.  I looked at
Siobhan again and she was smiling even more.

   "It is luxurious, Kieran," she said.  "Thanks for bringing us."

   "I'm putting a king-size bed like that on my want list," I said.

   We heard the loud clang of a bell and I knew what that meant.  The bell
was rung at five-thirty every day to remind guests that dinner would be
served at six o'clock.  We walked back and saw other people on the porch
and kids playing under the trees in the yard.  Kavan and Arial were eager
to play too; they were never shy in meeting other kids.  I'd carried Kerry
part of the way back so I put him down to play too.

   Dinner was an Italian buffet - spaghetti with meatballs and sausage,
lasagna, vegetables and salads and bread.  The smell of the bread alone was
enough to make me hungry.  I suppose it affected Siobhan and the kids the
same way.  We were all stuffed when we went back to the porch.  Again, we
sat and talked with the other guests while the kids played in the yard. 
Even though the day was a little cool, Kavan and Arial and Kerry were hot
and sweaty from running wild when we finally walked back to our cabin.

   As soon as we were back in the cabin, I started the water filling the
Jacuzzi.  Siobhan started stripping the kids and I pinned Kerry down and
held him while I got him naked.  I picked him up and sat him on the pot and
he even peed with no protest.

   Kavan started to use the bidet to pee while Arial was sitting on the
commode.  I'd never used one and I don't suppose it would have hurt to let
him pee in it but I stopped him and explained that some grown ups liked to
use it to wash.

   "Wash what?" Arial asked, sitting there on the toilet with her legs
demurely together.  She started to reach for the toilet paper and Siobhan
stopped her.

   "Sit there just a minute," she said.  "I'll show you.  A lady should
know how to use the bidet."

   She looked at the water controls, figured out how they worked, and
adjusted the water temperature to her touch.  She held out her hand to
Arial.

   "Now, come over here and sit down on it."

   Arial still wasn't convinced it was a good idea.

   "But I'll get all wet if I sit on that," she protested.

   "It's OK, Princess," I said.  "That's the idea.  You can let the water
clean you instead of using toilet paper."

   By the time Siobhan and I undressed, all three of the kids had tried the
bidet and decided they liked it.  I think Kavan would have stayed there,
legs spread, playing with his penis with the warm water spraying over it.
He even popped a nice little boner while we all watched.  After they'd all
had a turn, they clamored for Siobhan to try it.  She did and then I had to
take a turn too to satisfy them.  I didn't pop a boner but it did feel
good.

   "Do you want one of these in your new house?" I asked Siobhan, sitting
there.

   She smiled down at me.  "Not especially.  There're lots of other things
I want more."

   I checked the water temperature in the Jacuzzi and turned the water jets
on while everyone watched.  I held out my hand to Siobhan and she took it
and stepped in.  I picked up Kerry, handed him to her and then helped Arial
in next.  When I offered my hand to Kavan, he pushed it to one side and
crawled in by himself.  I waited until they were half settled to see if
there was a spot for me.  There was, at the end of the tub opposite
Siobhan. I even found I could stretch out my legs if I was careful where I
put my feet.

   I think the kids would have stayed in the Jacuzzi all night.  Siobhan
and I loved it too but I got tired of kids squirming and playing and
kneeing me in the wrong places while they tried to swim.  I decided it was
time to get them ready for bed.

   We let Kavan and Arial dry off by themselves and they did OK on their
fronts and left their backs to us.  I held Kerry while Siobhan rubbed him
all over with a towel so big we could have wrapped him up in it.  We
finally got to dry ourselves while Kavan and Arial started digging in the
basket of toiletries on the counter.  They started taking the different
bottles out and sitting them on the counter.  Kavan read out the names and
what the contents were for and Arial separated them by use.

   "I want some spring garden lotion," Arial said.

   "I don't want flowers," Kavan said.  "Find me something else."

   "What are you kids doing?" Siobhan asked.

   "These are body lotions," Arial said, gesturing at one group of small
bottles.  "We want to put some on us.  Can we, please?"

   "OK," Siobhan said, "each of you pick a bottle and bring it to the bed."

   She took another big towel off the rack and led the procession into the
bedroom.  The kids didn't just pick a bottle; Kavan and Arial brought four
little hands full; even Kerry brought two little bottles.  I helped Siobhan
turn down the comforter and blanket on the king-size bed and she spread the
big towel out in the middle of the bed.

   "OK, she said, "who's first?"

   Arial said Kerry and nobody objected so I picked him up, sat him down on
the towel, and the kids crawled up on the bed.  When they were settled,
Siobhan lay down on one side and I went around the bed and got in on the
other side.

   I suppose Kerry had no idea what we were doing but he quieted down as
soon as Kavan and Arial stated rubbing him on his stomach and chest with
lotion.  Arial lingered a little too long rubbing him between his fat
little legs and he sprung a nice little erection.  Arial started giggling
and Kerry had a big grin on his face.  I grabbed him, rolled him over on
his stomach, held out one hand, and Kavan squirted lotion on my palm.  I
rubbed Kerry's beautiful little butt for a minute and them left him to the
mercies of Kavan and Arial.  They rubbed him from feet to neck while he lay
quietly for a change.  When they stopped, he flipped back over and his
boner was still there, angled up over his stomach.  Arial giggled again and
then used one finger to press it down against his stomach.  When she let it
go, she said "sproing," and it sprang back up at the same angle over his
stomach.  All I could do was shake my head, wondering where she got such
ideas.

   Kavan wanted to go next and Arial let him.  He stretched out on his
stomach and Siobhan and Arial and I rubbed him from feet to neck too. 
Arial did his butt and I don't know which of them enjoyed it more.  When he
flipped over, he had a nice boner too, about three inches of dick, if I
counted the foreskin sticking out at the tip.  He grinned proudly at all of
us, as he always did when he had a hard-on.  We rubbed lotion on his front
side too but nobody put anything on his protrusion.  Finally he told us to
what he wanted.  "Do my dick too, somebody." Arial didn't hesitate.  She
did his dick too, rubbing lotion all over his little penis and scrotum.  I
looked at Siobhan and she was grinning just as big as I was.

   She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Just wait, little boy; I'll do
your dick after the kids are in bed."

   "Sproing me too, Arial," Kavan said.  She did, not once but a number of
times.  I wondered if it were possible for her to give him an orgasm
because he was evidently enjoying it.  We might have found out if Kerry
hadn't started helping put the lotion on Kavan.  Siobhan put a little on
his hand and he slapped Kavan on the stomach with his open hand and then
tried to crawl on top of him.  Siobhan decided it was time to do the next
one.  "It's Arial's turn now."

   Arial stretched out on her stomach first, with her face turned toward
me. I started on her back but she told me what she wanted.  "Rub my butt,
Dad." I rubbed her butt while Kavan did her back and Siobhan did her legs.
I watched as she closed her eyes.  From the look on her face, I knew she
liked it too.

   Kerry crawled onto Arial's back, sat down, and bounced up and down a few
times.  He started saying "Giddiyup," bouncing, and then saying it again.
It was the same thing I said when I gave him a ride on my back.  Arial
didn't giddiyup and he rolled off and started trying to crawl on my back. I
wrestled him down and around and held him still.

   Arial turned over and stretched out and waited for us to do her front.
Siobhan and Kavan and I did her chest and stomach and legs.  When Kavan
started to reach between her legs, she spread them just a little for him,
but Siobhan caught and held his hand just in time.  I'd been avoiding that
area and I suppose I wasn't sure why.  Arial raised her head and looked at
her Mother.  Kavan had a quizzical look on his face.

   "You mustn't rub Arial down there with lotion, Kavan," Siobhan said. 
"It's OK to put it on your penis but you mustn't put it in Arial's vagina.
It's very sensitive there, like your eyes, and it might burn."

   I guess I felt a sense of relief.  I hadn't been bothered at all when I
rubbed lotion on her soft smooth little butt.  I'd held her lots of times
with my hand on her fanny, occasionally when she was naked, but I usually
avoided touching her between her legs except when I was bathing her.  Even
then I usually touched her with a washcloth.  It just seemed like something
I shouldn't do.

   "It's Mom's turn now," I said.

   We all gave Siobhan's back and butt and legs a good rubbing with lotion.
When she turned over, I started with her breasts and Kavan decided to help
me.  I wondered if he knew what it meant when her nipples stood up.  She
kept her legs together but nobody tried to rub her between the legs.

   I wasn't sure whether I should take a turn.  My dick was half swollen
but still hanging down.  I knew it wouldn't take much to make it change its
angle.  Siobhan and the kids started on my back and even let Kerry get on
me and try to get me to giddiyup.  I wasn't about to move.  It felt too
good.  I did move a couple of times when I lifted my hips a little to let
my dick change its position as it got hard.

   "OK, turn over now, Dad," Arial said.  I didn't move.

   "Come on, Dad, turn over," Kavan said.  I didn't move.

   "Kieran, turn over," Siobhan said.

   "I can't," I said.

   "Why not?" Siobhan asked, but she giggled and I knew she knew why.

   "I'm going to sleep."

   "Not yet, Dad," Arial said, "We've got to do your front."

   "No, I can't.  I'm tired and it's just so hard to turn over."

   Siobhan giggled again.  She knew what I meant.

   "Kieran, I thought you weren't going to hide anything from the kids,"
she said.

   "I'm not hiding anything."

   "Mom, make him turn over," Arial said, giggling.  "I'll bet his dick's
stiff like Kavan's was.  Why doesn't he want us to see it?  Kavan didn't
mind."

   "Turn over, Kieran," Siobhan said, laughing.  "The kids have seen it
stiff before."

   "I don't think they need to start sproinging my dick too."

   "Oh, turn over, Dad," Arial said.  "I won't sproing you." She was still
giggling and I knew better than to trust her.

   "Come on, Kieran," Siobhan said.  "Turn over.  Are you ashamed to let
your kids see you?  You said you weren't going to be."

   I turned over and looked around.  I saw three sets of eyes looking at my
dick.  Kerry was trying to stand on his head and his butt was in the air
and he couldn't have cared less what we were doing.  I had a real boner,
about as stiff as it ever gets, and it was standing up at an angle over my
stomach.

   Siobhan reached over, pushed it down against my stomach, and let it go.
As it sprang back up, she said, "sproing," and then she and Kavan and Arial
erupted into laughter.

   "You're a traitor!" I yelled.

   "Well, I didn't say I wouldn't sproing you," Siobhan said, and she
reached toward it again.  I tried to swat her hand away but I was a little
slow the second time.  I was even slower the third time.  And the fourth.

   Arial and Kavan started trying to get to me, yelling "My turn." I tried
to fight them off but they wouldn't leave me along until they sproinged me
a few times each.  Siobhan finally came to my rescue.

   "Alright, you kids settle down, now," she said.  "We're going to turn
the lights out and get quiet and then you're going to bed."

   "Can I sleep on the top bunk, Mom?" Kavan asked.

   "May I," Siobhan said.

   He looked puzzled.  We usually tried to correct his grammar but we'd
never bothered with this one.

   "Can I means you're asking if you're able to, Kavan," I said.  "May I
means you want permission.  Which is it?"

   "I don't know, Dad,'' he said.  "I just want to sleep on the top bunk."

   "Sure, Son," I said, "the top bunk is yours."

   I rolled off the bed and turned out the lights.  When I opened the
drapes in front of the French doors, I could see an almost-full moon
shining on the lake down the hill.  I went back to the bed and sat down,
looking out.  Siobhan moved over beside me and the kids crawled over and
sat down too.  Kerry almost fell off the bed and I grabbed him and held him
while we all sat quietly and looked at the lake.

   "You kids lay down now and be quiet," Siobhan said.  "Your Dad and I are
going to make up a story for you and then we'll let you go to bed.  OK?"

   When they were all settled, I pulled up the blanket and hugged Arial and
Kavan to me while Siobhan held Kerry.  We made up a silly story that
involved the shenanigans of, what else, three small kids.  It wasn't long
before Kerry was asleep and Arial and Kavan were yawning.  They didn't
protest when we took them to bed.  I carried Kerry into the small bedroom
and put him in a bottom bunk.  Kavan climbed up the ladder to a top bunk
like it was nothing new and flopped.  Arial crawled in below Kavan and held
out her arms for a good night kiss.

   When we went back in the big room to our bed, I started to pull the
drapes closed.

   "Leave them open," Siobhan whispered.  I turned and looked at her.  The
hair on her head and between her thighs looked black in the dim light.  I
stood looking at her, my heart to full to do anything else.

   When she got in the bed, I followed and we lay quietly close to each
other, her head on my shoulder, my arm around her shoulders.  She started
playing with the few hairs in the middle of my chest, something she often
did when we were quiet together.  I was in no hurry to do anything.  I knew
what we'd do before the night was over.

   "I don't really believe you," Siobhan whispered suddenly, out of
nowhere. I didn't know what she was talking about.

   "About what?" I whispered back.

   "About how innocent you were when Lauren initiated you.  From the way
you told it, you were like a choirboy until that afternoon and then Lauren
turned you into the world's greatest lover."

   "I never said I was the greatest, just one of the greatest."

   "Well, I don't know what teenage boys are really like but I've heard
enough to have a pretty good idea.  From what I've heard there's a lot of
what might be called dirt and darkness in boys just after puberty, more
than there is goodness and light.  I've heard some of you would fuck the
crack in a door and then slam it to get off."

   "Yeah, well, I was certainly no angel.  I jerked off so much I wondered
if I was normal.  I might do it a half dozen times in one day and I'd wake
up with a hard-on the next morning and it would be just as hard to live
with as it was on the previous day."

   "How about fooling around with other boys?" Siobhan asked.

   "No, except for Paul and Lauren, my sex life was pretty ordinary," I
responded.  "I played soccer and tried out for the track team until I found
out I never would run fast enough to be a winner.  We all showered together
and somebody would pop a boner just about every time.  After a while, we
got used to it.  When somebody finally got up the nerve to jack off in
front of the others, we all started doing it once in a while.  There would
be a dozen or so of us in a hot, steamy shower, whacking off all at once."

   "Is that as far as it went?"

   "That's all I know about," I said.  "High-school kids can be pretty
vicious, you know.  None of us wanted to be called fags or queers."

   "But when Lauren and Paul invited you to play with them, didn't things
get a little more raunchy?  I'm talking about what went on with you and
Lauren and Paul for the next few months," she asked.  "And I want you to be
totally honest about it.  A threesome like this has some interesting
possibilities.  I'd bet there were some games involving all three of you."

   "Are you sure you want to hear it?" I asked.  "I did things I'd never
done before.  Some of it, I've never done since.  Some of it might shock
you, to know your choir-boy husband was doing stuff like that."

   "Tell me," she whispered.  "I'd like to hear all the dirt, all the good
juicy stuff, all the things we've never done, especially that."

   I told it, whispering to her as we lay there in the big bed with the
moonlight shining down on the porch outside and in the French doors.

   <><><>

   Paul and Lauren and I finished our work about mid-day.  Lauren asked us
to watch the baby while she showered.  When she came back a few minutes
later, she was nude, toweling her hair dry.  It was the first time I'd seen
her nude in Paul's presence.

   "The hot water's run out.  Why don't you two go down to the creek to
wash, while I feed the baby?  When you get back, we'll have lunch and then
maybe relax in the sun for a while."

   I looked at her breasts, noticing that they seemed smaller and firmer,
not heavy and swollen like they were when I'd last seem them.  Lauren
noticed my look and said, "I weaned the baby about a month ago.  She's on a
bottle and baby food now.  It makes a difference, doesn't it?" She cupped
her hands under her breasts, holding them up for Paul and me to enjoy
looking.

   Paul looked at me and grinned, then sat down and took off his boots.  I
followed his lead.  He didn't hesitate to pull off his jeans.  I stood for
a moment, unsure, until Lauren nodded at me.

   "Go on, Kieran," she said.  "We've both seen you naked before and you've
seen us.  You gotta learn to relax with us.  We've both agreed on this.  We
want to have fun this weekend - all of us.  And more weekends this summer
and fall."

   She went back inside for a moment, while I pulled off my jeans and
shorts.  She came back with a bar of soap and two towels.  She looked first
at me, up and down, then at her husband.

   "You two could be brothers," she said, "or maybe father and son."

   We walked down the hillside, following a path between the boulders. 
Near the creek was a flat grassy area that looked like it had been recently
mowed.  The creek water was still cold.  Paul waded out to the deepest
areas, about waist deep, ducked under, and came up shivering.  I was still
standing, the water only at mid-thigh.  Paul moved toward me and, before I
could resist, pulled me into the deeper water, and pushed me under.  When I
came up, he grabbed me again, pinned my arms to my sides, laughing, and
tried to duck me again.  This time I resisted, my legs spread wide,
determined to take him with me if he succeeded.  We kept wrestling until we
both almost had hard-ons.  When Paul grabbed my cock, I grabbed his and
yelled, "Pull." Paul finally gave up and waded back to the bank of the
creek looking for the soap.  I waded back to the shallower water and we
both used the soap to scrub away the sweat and dirt of our morning work. 
This time we both waded into the deeper water to rinse off.

   We lay on the grass, enjoying the sun, while Paul told me about his
infertility problems.  It had something to do with the motility of his
sperm.  He told me about all the medical procedures they'd tried before
finally deciding to use a sperm donor for their first baby.  It finally
dawned on me that they wanted to use a sperm donor for their second baby
too.  They wanted me not only to donate the sperm but also to implant it
the old fashioned way.  Paul told me Lauren had a normal period after my
first time with her and they wanted me to try again.

   He made sure that I understood I'd never be recognized legally as the
father.  I thought about what he was asking, how I felt about both of them,
and how the baby would grow up.  I agreed and promised to keep my mouth
shut about it.

   "There's something else I hope you'll agree with, Kieran," Paul added.
"Lauren and I like every kind of sexual activity.  You've already done some
of them with Lauren.  But she wants us to get involved with each other too.
I don't want to fuck you and I don't want your big dick up my ass.  But she
said there's nothing wrong with us touching each other.  She asked me if
I'd get you involved in oral sex - between us.  She wants to watch us."

   "Paul, you've gotta be kidding." I said, sort of thinking out loud. 
"You've just asked me to get your wife pregnant and to suck your dick in
the same afternoon."

   "Yeah, that's right, but I'll suck your dick all afternoon if Lauren
asks me.  And I'd be glad to impregnate your wife someday if I just could."

   I looked at Paul, wondering if he was joking.  When I saw the tears
glistening in his eyes, I finally realized how difficult this was for him.

   I stood up and held out my hand to him.  When he stood, I stepped closer
and wrapped my arms around him and just held him for a minute or so, my
body pressed against his, my cheek against his.

   "I'm guess you two have thought this through," I said.  "If you're sure
it's what you want, then I'll do anything you ask."

   When we got back to the cabin, Lauren was just finished feeding the
baby. "I'll put her to bed now," she said.  "She should sleep a good part
of the afternoon."

   We had lunch at the picnic table on the deck, the first time I had ever
had a meal in the nude.  Paul and Lauren were both relaxed about it and I
guessed that it was something they did often at the cabin.

   Afterwards, I helped Paul bring two mattresses outdoors, laying them out
on the deck side by side, directly in the sun.  Lauren brought out some old
quilts and we all spread them on the mattresses.

   Lauren immediately lay down in the center, on her stomach.  When Paul
chose her left side, I lay down on the right, my arms down to my sides. 
The warmth from the sun felt good on my body.  I always enjoyed lying in
the sun at home but this was the first time I'd ever done it in the nude.
Lauren's face was turned toward me and I studied it for a moment and then
closed my eyes.

   I felt Lauren move beside me as she took my hand in hers.  A few minutes
later she released my hand and I felt the palm of her hand on my ass.  Her
fingertips moved gently over me.  When I lay down, my cock had been soft
and pointed downward.  Now, as it tried to swell, it became uncomfortable
in that position.  I rose up far enough from the mattress to insert one
hand and bring it to an upward position.  At the same time, I lifted my
head slightly to look toward Paul.  His face was turned in my direction,
eyes closed.  I closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted.

   A minute later, Lauren rose up on her knees.  "I want you two to move
closer together," she said.  We both did as she instructed, awkwardly,
still on our stomachs, while Lauren placed her knees over my left leg and
over Paul's right.  Paul and I were only inches apart.

   "Why are you both so afraid to touch each other?" she asked.  "I love to
feel your hands on me.  I know you love it when I touch you.  Why do you
always keep just that little distance between you?"

   I watched through half-closed eyes for Paul to make the first move. 
Instead, Lauren started us off by lifting Paul's hand and placing it on my
ass.  I could feel her guiding his hand around at first, until Paul began
to move on his own.  Next, Lauren did the same thing with me, lifting my
arm so that it lay over Paul's, bringing my hand down on his ass.

   I looked directly into Paul's eyes for a moment, then upwards toward
Lauren.  She was watching us, moving her gaze alternately between us.  At
length, she seemed satisfied with what she saw.

   "Now, turn over," she said.

   Paul and I both did it at the same time, awkward again, trying to find
where to rest our adjacent arms.  I ended up with one arm curved around,
resting on my stomach, the other bent upward, behind my head.  Lauren
straddled our adjacent legs again.

   My cock had been semi-tumescent when I was on my stomach.  Now, it began
to swell, moving across my stomach until the head pointed toward my navel.
I watched Paul's dick react the same way, as though we were in a race to
see who could become erect first.  I could see Paul looking down at me,
watching too.  Lauren, on her knees, looking down on both of us, seemed
fascinated by the process.  The race ended in a dead heat, as our cocks
lifted up off our stomachs at almost the same moment.

   Lauren leaned back, sitting on our legs, and took my cock in her right
hand and Paul's in her left.  She stroked both of us up and down a few
times.  She handled Paul's circumcised cock gently when her encircling
fingers touched the head.  But she seemed confused with mine, watching as
the foreskin skid over the head of my cock as she stroked upward.  When she
leaned over Paul and took the head of his cock in her mouth, I watched as
she sucked on it and teased it, licking around the rim with her tongue. 
After a minute or so, she leaned over me and started sucking on the head of
my cock while she stroked up and down.

   She straightened up for a moment, reaching for my hand and Paul's at the
same time.  She tried to sort out the right combination for our arms to
cross.  I realized that she wanted me to put my hand on Paul and so I
helped her, curling my hand around her husband's cock.  At the same time,
Paul put his hand on my cock.  She watched, smiling down at us.  I began to
stroke Paul's cock and felt him do the same.  Lauren leaned over further,
one hand on Paul's chest, the other on mine, and kissed Paul first,
open-mouthed, me second, teasing my tongue with hers.  She moved downward
again, her hands on my testicles and on Paul's, while she again alternated
between my cock and Paul's with her mouth.

   Lauren asked me to lay back and close my eyes.  I could feel Paul move
away from me.  Seconds later, I felt a warm mouth engulf the head of my
cock, while somebody's hand pulled down on the skin on the shaft.  I felt
the flush of sexual heat as the mouth kept closing on my glans while a
tongue teased the area under the head.  I guess I was aware that the mouth
could really belong to either Paul or Lauren but I didn't care which it
was. After a few minutes, I lifted my head and opened my eyes.  Paul and
Lauren were taking turns.

   I sat up and then pushed Paul down on his back.  Lauren looked at me and
I nodded.  We both went to work on Paul.  It was a first for me but I had
already learned how I liked to have my cock sucked so I just did that to
Paul.  I pulled his balls downward to tighten the skin on his cock.  With
one deep breath, I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the head of Paul's
cock.  I sucked on it and pulled my lips up at the same time.  I heard Paul
gasp so I kept on doing the same thing.  Lauren watched intently.  When I
straightened up, she moved in and did the same thing to Paul.

   Lauren and I alternated for a few minutes.  I wondered what I would do
if he came in my mouth.  But then Lauren pushed me down beside Paul, lying
in the opposite direction.  I knew what she wanted so I reached out and
held Paul's cock so I could reach it with my mouth.  A few seconds later, I
felt him do the same thing to me.  Now I began to wonder what Paul would do
if I came in his mouth.

   "Damn," Lauren said, "that's sexy.  You've got me so hot that both of
you boy scouts are going to have to piss on my campfire to put it out."

   I would have sworn I could have felt the sperm swimming up out of my
balls and the rest of my semen getting ready to propel them out of my
prostrate gland.  I knew I had to stop or I'd lose one good chance of
getting Lauren pregnant.

   "I can't take it any more," I said looking at Lauren.  "I'm going to
come if Paul doesn't stop."

   Lauren immediately lay down on her back, her legs bent akimbo, her arms
reaching for me.  I could see the red, glistening lips and inner flesh of
her cunt.

   "O.K., baby, come to Mama," Lauren said.

   I moved over her, rubbed the head of my cock up and down between the
glistening lips of her cunt, and then held it poised at the entrance.  I
looked first at Paul and then at her.

   "I'm no baby," I said, "I'm a fucking maniac - and I'm going to give you
a baby - if you're sure that's what you want.

   Lauren said, "Fuck me," and Paul nodded and I slid it into her in two or
three quick pushes.  I rested when my balls nestled up against her ass
cheeks, savoring the feeling of my cock encased in her living flesh. 
Quickly, the need to feel more came over me and I began to slide my cock in
and out of her.  In less than a minute, I was pounding into her.  Then I
felt my semen boiling up out of me and I shoved it in to the hilt and gave
her the entire load.

   For a minute or so, I lay on top of Lauren, my weight on her, my face
nuzzling into the area between her neck and shoulder.  When I finally
looked up, Paul was on his knees beside us, stroking his cock.  I moved
aside, looked down at Lauren, and asked, "Are you ready for your boy scout
husband?"

   She nodded and Paul started to move over her.  She pushed him back and
turned around, on her hands and knees, with her ass up in the air.  Paul
immediately moved behind her, held his cock with one hand, and slid into
the cunt that I had just left sloppy with my semen.

   I moved so that I could watch the action.  Paul started off just as I
had, slowly sliding in and out.  I could see a white froth of something, my
semen or her lubrication, coating the shaft of his cock and the lips of
Lauren's cunt.  My cock had not lost all of its hardness after fucking her
and I could feel it begin to engorge again.  I reached down and began to
stroke it as I usually did, sliding the skin up and down without touching
the glans.  Paul watched me while I watched what he was doing to his wife.
He was almost as quick on the trigger as I was because he quickly shoved
his cock in all the way and threw his head back in the sweet agony and
ecstasy of blasting out another load.

   When he pulled out, Lauren started to stretch out on her stomach but I
said one word, "Wait." Paul moved out of the way and I moved in.  Her cunt
was totally open, blood-red flesh flecked with white come, and I slid into
her in one slow motion this time.  I held her by both her hips and began to
give it to her without restraint.  Each time I shoved it all the way in, I
could her grunt as though someone had hit her in the stomach.  Paul knelt
just beside us, watching as though in a trance.  I glanced at his cock and
saw that it had stayed at almost full erection too.  He wrapped his hand
around it and stroked it, watching us.

   Then he stood up and threw one leg over Lauren's back, straddling her. I
looked up and saw that he was watching my cock slide in and out of his
wife. But when I looked down, I saw that his cock was directly in front of
my face.  I knew what he wanted but I wasn't sure that I could do it.

   He must have sensed my reluctance because he placed one hand on the back
of my head, held his cock out toward me with the other, and pulled my head
toward his cock.  I looked at it, red and almost bruised looking, veins
standing out all along the shaft, shining with a coat of Lauren's juices
combined with my come.  And I opened my mouth.

   I resumed my hip motions, letting Lauren have all of my length at once.
Paul, thankfully, was more restrained.  He began to fuck my mouth, holding
my head, but only pushing in a few inches of his cock.  I was totally lost
in a red flush of lust by now.  I started sucking on the glans of Paul's
cock as strongly as I could, timing that at the same rhythm as my cock
sliding into Lauren.  I reached up with one hand and held Paul's balls,
pulling down on them slightly.  Within a minute or so, I knew I was coming
again.  I shoved my cock into her depths one more time and let out a loud
grunt.  As I came in Lauren's cunt, spurting another load of semen against
her cervix, Paul began to come in my mouth, spurting his load against the
back of my throat.  I almost gagged but I took a deep breath and swallowed,
and swallowed, and swallowed.

   When Paul let go of my head, I pulled my cock out of Lauren and
collapsed on the mattress.  I looked first at Paul and then at Lauren.

   "Sheeiitt," I said.  "I can't believe what I just did."

   <><><>

   Siobhan interrupted me.  "Kieran, I can't believe you sucked him off and
then swallowed.  You gotta be kidding."

   "And why not?  I was sixteen and hot and horny and I'd've sucked him off
twice just to get to fuck his wife."

   "Well, I can understand the hot and horny part," she said.  "I'm horny
too.  I want you to lick my cunt until I come and then shove that sproingy
dick of yours in me and fuck me `til you come.  Can you do that tonight?"

   "Sproingy dick?  Where did she get the idea dicks can be sproingy?"

   "I don't know, Kieran," she said.  "You told me not to worry if they
played with each other.  I guess she's been playing sproingy with Kavan's
dick."

   "Well, you didn't have to do a sproingy with my dick while they were
watching."

   "I thought you weren't going to be ashamed of a little sex play in front
of them."

   "I'm trying but they amaze me already.  Think what they're going to be
like in ten years."

   "Horny teens.  Did you really suck Paul's dick or were you just making
that up?"

   "I told you I'd suck dick to get a good fuck.  Maybe I'd do it again if
I had to.  You'll never know, will you?"

   "I guess not."

   I rolled over, swung one leg over her, and straddled her thighs.  I took
my dick in my hand and pulled it down until it was pressed against her
stomach.  I let it go and it rebounded a couple of times before it settled
at an angle to my stomach.

   "Sproing," I said.  "You ready for a little sex play?"

   "Eat me," she said."

   I took my dick in my hand and, while she watched, slapped her on the
stomach with it a couple of times.

   "OK."

   <><><>

   Saturday was a perfect day to play with the kids.  The weather was cool
but the sky was a cloudless blue and the sun was shining.  We ate breakfast
at one of the huge tables in the big building with two other families,
fourteen of us crowded around it, six adults and eight kids.  It was bedlam
and I loved every minute of it.

   A note of the door invited us on a guided walk at nine o'clock.  The
oldest son, about eighteen, took us through a hardwood forest with some
beautiful old trees, along a path beside the stream which fed the lake, and
then, in a circle, back to the big house.  The young man carried either
Kerry or another small kid part of the way, never complaining.  I knew how
heavy Kerry could get after I'd carried him a while and I was grateful.

   Lunch was fix-it-yourself sandwiches and we ate on the porch of the
house.  Afterward we let our kids play with the others in the front yard.
They ran wild again while the parents sat in the rocking chairs and tried
to carry on a conversation over their screams.  I knew Kerry would get
fussy without a nap so Siobhan and I took our three back to our barn about
mid-afternoon.

   We walked back to the big house for a dinner of beef stew with homemade
bread.  It was close enough for gourmet cuisine for me and everybody else
seemed to think so too.  We sat on the porch and talked while the kids
played again.  It was a day of nothing much but I think we couldn't have
wanted anything more, a perfect day.

   We played in the Jacuzzi again and then took turns getting rubbed all
over with lotion again.  Kavan and Kerry and I all got sproingy dicks again
and I didn't try to hide mine.  We all giggled and laughed a lot and acted
silly and just had fun for a while.  Finally Siobhan and I added another
chapter to the story of the three kids and put them to bed.

   I suppose I expected Siobhan to ask me to continue with my story too. 
She did.  We curled up together and I told her about the rest of the
weekend with Paul and Lauren.

   <><><>

   Late in the afternoon, Paul and Lauren and I sat on the deck, talking,
playing with their baby girl, drinking wine, nibbling on bread and cheese
and olives and apples.  We stayed there until the light had almost faded.
When the evening developed a slight chill, we all went in.  Paul and I came
back dressed in jeans and shirt.  Lauren stayed inside and Paul said she
was probably feeding the baby and putting her down for the night.  When she
came back, I brought up the subject of what we had done.

   "The stuff we did this afternoon, I've never done anything like that
before," I said.

   "Do you mean everything we did or something specific?" Paul asked.

   "That's the first time I've sucked another man's dick," I said.  "And I
would never have believed I'd let him come in my mouth and I'd swallow it."

   "Women do it all the time," Lauren said.  "Some love to do it and some
do it out of love for the man.  I've done it enough to know it won't kill
you.  Hell, it won't even get you pregnant.  I learned that in high
school."

   I looked at Paul, waiting for his reaction.  He just grunted and said,
"Yep, we were in high school together.  We were into oral sex before we
were in the eleventh grade and it was months later before I got my dick in
her pussy.  I went into the military when I graduated and we got married a
couple of years later."

   Lauren stood up first, holding out one hand to Paul, the other to me. 
Inside the cabin, Paul locked the glass doors and Lauren pulled heavy
drapes across them.  She led us to one of the bedrooms and turned on the
light.  I saw one queen-size mattress on the floor in a corner.  Lauren
opened an old trunk and pulled out quilts and a blanket.

   "Spread these on the bed, quilts first and then the blanket on top," she
said.  When Paul and I were finished, she began to pull out pillows.  She
pitched them to Paul and me and we threw them on the mattress.

   Paul took an old kerosene lamp off a shelf above the mattress, lit it,
and adjusted the flame.  As he put the lamp back on the shelf, Lauren
turned off the electric lights.  The room was almost in darkness, with just
enough light to see each other.

   I stood, waiting, my heart pounding with anticipation, not knowing what
to expect, maybe not caring what we did, ready to do anything.

   Lauren walked up to me, took my by the hand, and led me over to Paul. 
She took his hand in hers.  "Take his other hand," she said.  I didn't know
whether she was talking to me or to Paul but we both reached out at the
same time.

   "Women are creatures of fantasy," she whispered, looking first into my
eyes, then into Paul's.  "We called upon our goddess to create men, to
serve our needs and to satisfy our pleasures.  Tonight it is my fantasy to
have two men make love to me at the same time, to use you as I wish.  Do
you want to serve me?"

   Paul and I both answered yes at the same time.  I wanted to be as
serious as she was but I couldn't help but laugh a little.

   "Then you must follow my commands.  You must first be purified in the
smoke and fire.  Then your face and body must be painted to strip away your
old self.  From that time, until I release you, you are not the man you
think you are."

   From a box on the table, she took a bowl and a large cone of incense. 
Paul held a match until the tip began to glow and she put the incense in
the bowl and sat it on the floor in the center of the three of us.

   "Now we must stand naked before each other," Lauren said.  "As we shed
out clothes, we strip away old identities, to prepare ourselves to be other
than what we were.  The two will assist the one, first you," and she nodded
at me, "and then you," and she nodded at Paul.

   Paul pulled my knit shirt over my head.  When he was finished, Lauren
unsnapped the catch on my jeans and pulled the zipper down.  When she
stooped to pull my jeans down, she pulled then down slowly, tantalizingly
slow, watching as my penis and testicles were gradually revealed.  She
caught me behind the knee, to signal me to step out of first one leg of my
jeans and then the other.  Immediately I felt the first throbbing pulses as
my cock began to lift in anticipation.

   When she stood up, she turned toward Paul.  I waited for her to take the
lead.  When she pulled his shirt over his head, I undid his jeans.  When I
pulled them down, his cock was semi-tumescent, his balls hanging low in his
scrotum.  I thought that they looked very nice, sort of relaxed and casual
about this whole affair.

   Paul and I then turned to her.  Her shirt was buttoned so we both undid
it, alternating on the buttons and then peeling it off her shoulders at the
same time.  Paul pulled the top of her jeans apart, waited for me to unzip
them, and we both pulled them down.

   "Now we must join our bodies in the fire," she said.  She picked up some
scissors, reached toward my groin, and I instinctively pulled away.  She
giggled like a schoolgirl.

   She trimmed the pubic hair on each side of my cock, catching the curls
in her other hand.  Then she handed the scissors to me and stooped in front
of Paul with both of her hands cupped just under his testicles.  On each
side of his penis, I cut away some of the hair, letting it fall into her
hands.  I handed the scissors to Paul and stooped in front of her, holding
my two hands cupped between her thighs.  Paul snipped twice and I added the
hair to the other clippings in her hands.

   She stooped over the bowl with the incense in it and rubbed her hands
together, gradually letting our combined hair fall down on the incense. 
The smell of burning hair mingled with that of the incense.

   "Now we must bring the sacred smoke into out bodies," Lauren said, as
she opened a drawer in a small chest.  She pulled out an old Prince Albert
can and opened it.  When she pulled out an oddly-shaped cigarette, I knew I
was about to experience another first.  She leaned over the incense bowl
and lit the cigarette.

   "Are you sure that's a sacred herb or is it just pot?" I asked.

   "It's some damn good stuff Paul brought back from one of his trips.  If
you're not used to it, take it slow until you see how it affects you," she
answered.

   She pulled the smoke into her lungs, held it, released it, inhaled
again, and handed the cigarette to me.  I did as she had done, holding the
smoke in my lungs as long as I could.  I handed it to Paul and he did the
same.  At first, I thought that it was having no effect on me but by the
time we had finished the cigarette, I felt light-headed, relaxed, and so
horny I thought my hard cock would burst.  By the time we finished the
second, I knew it was damn good stuff.

   "Now we must let the holy paints bring the other into us, Lauren said.
"The two of you will join together in finding the creature I will become
tonight."

   She opened a box containing tubes with different colors on each.

   "These are made from natural vegetable oils and colors.  They won't hurt
you, no matter where you put them.  They wash away with soap and water,"
she paused, "and they even taste good."

   She selected two tubes and handed one to Paul.  As they removed the
caps, she turned to me.

   "Close your eyes while we change your face," she said.

   I shut my eyes and stood quietly, feeling fingertips first circling my
eyes and then stroking over my forehead and cheeks.

   "When you open your eyes, you will be a new creature, one that you know
from your dreams," she whispered.  "You will be totally free from all
restraints and inhibitions, a wild boy seeking to satisfy his hungers."

   I felt their fingertips this time on my chest, first circling my nipples
and then drawing lines toward my shoulders and toward my stomach.  When I
felt someone's fingertips on my cock, I wondered who was holding it, Paul
or Lauren.  I felt a stripe being painted down from my navel, down my
stomach, just to the base of my cock.

   Lauren and I let our imagination run wild while painting Paul.  His face
was unrecognizable.  Then Paul and I painted Lauren; we were both laughing
when we turned her breasts into eyes, her navel into a nose with a mouth
just below and a chin sporting a van-dyke beard.  All three of us ended up
with a laughing fit that seemed impossible to stop.

   At length, Lauren reached up to me and pulled my head down to hers and
my mouth to hers.  When she opened her mouth and started battling my tongue
with hers, I thought of the tune about dueling banjos and somehow that
seemed hilarious.  I pulled away laughing and Lauren started kissing Paul.
When she pushed Paul toward me, it seemed the most natural thing in the
world to open my mouth to his.  We both had trouble holding the kiss while
still giggling.

   We went around again, kissing each other.  Then Lauren dropped to her
knees and grabbed my cock in one hand and Paul's in the other.  She started
slurping on one after the other.  After a minute she flopped back on the
mattress and said, "Now it's your turn to pay homage to the goddess." When
she opened her legs wide, Paul and I both looked at her and then at each
other.  Paul said, "After you, sir." I answered, "No, no, after you.  I
insist.  My mother raised me to have good manners." We both started
laughing again.  Everything was hilarious.

   When Lauren yelled, "Shut up!  The question is not who goes first but
who comes first," that was even funnier and all three of us burst out in
another fit of laughing.

   Paul took my hand and dropped to his knees, pulling me down with him. 
He buried his face between her thighs and then I heard what I thought at
first was a loud fart.  It took me a minute to realize Paul had made the
sound with his mouth against Lauren's leg.  When he said, "Thank god for a
breath of fresh air," it set off another round of laughing fits.

   When my laughter subsided, I looked down at Lauren and her open thighs,
at the dark pubic bush with the pink and coral lips below.  I stretched out
on my stomach lying between her legs, supporting myself on my elbows.  I
slid my hands up under Lauren's butt and lifted her up until I brought her
vulva up to my mouth.  I took one long lick, starting just this side of her
asshole, along the length of her vaginal lips, and up until I felt the bump
of her clitoris under my tongue.

   "If I'm going to eat pussy," I laughed, "I'm going to do it my way." And
I repeated the licking, slurping noisily each time.  Paul squatted down
beside us and, when I came up for air, he took his turn, deliberately being
as noisy as I was.

   After a minute or so, Paul stopped and said, "Wait, I just remembered
that if one eats pussy, it should be properly stuffed first." He lay down
beside Lauren and then pulled her up and around until she figured out what
he wanted.

   She was sitting astride Paul, her face toward his feet, with Paul's cock
outstretched on his stomach toward her.  He lifted her up by the waist and
she reached down, held his cock steady, and lowered herself down on it. 
She leaned back and I looked down at the picture they presented: Paul's
legs spread just slightly, his balls hanging down between, his cock
disappearing into Lauren, Lauren's legs spread wider, her vaginal lips
stretched round his cock, cock and cunt both glistening and almost red with
blood.  Then Lauren pulled back her vaginal lips with red-nailed fingers to
show the pearl, if pearls are ever red, of her clitoris.  And we were all
still giggling.

   "O.K., now," Paul said, "you can eat all the stuffed pussy you want."

   Again I stretched out on my stomach, between their legs.  I held Paul's
balls in one hand and used my thumb and finger on the other to spread
Lauren's lips until her clitoris stood out, beet red and shining, totally
out from under its hood.  I licked up first one side and then the other, my
tongue touching both the underside of Paul's cock and the lips of Lauren's
vagina.  Each time I ended up at Lauren's clitoris.

   "Come on, kid," Paul said, "Let's see how many orgasms we can give her
before she begs us to stop."

   I concentrated on her clitoris.  I sucked on it, as though trying to
pull it into my mouth, and flicked my tongue up and down on it, repeating
the sequence again and again.  Shortly I heard Lauren gasp and I suppose
Paul could tell what was happening with her since his cock could feel her
contractions.

   "That's one," Paul said.

   I took a few deep breaths, relaxed for a minute, looking at the image
just in front of me, and then slowly started back to the same routine.  A
little later, I heard Paul say, "That's two."

   Evidently Paul had reached the stage where he was ready to come too.  He
began to lift his hips, thrusting upward into her again and again.  I tried
to get back into the action, to bring my mouth back to their juncture, but
it was like trying to ride a bucking bull.  It was no use so I just settled
for licking furiously at her clit when Paul pushed it up into range.

   A few seconds later, Paul grunted, "That's three." But I knew he was
talking about his own orgasm, not Lauren's.  I could see his balls drawn up
tight against the base of his cock and I knew what that meant.  I
straightened up on my knees, and said, "No fair, Lauren's had two and
you've had one and I haven't had any."

   Paul squirmed out from under Lauren and let her down on the mattress
beside him.  She lay back on a pillow, her knees in the air, legs spread
open.  I could see Paul's semen oozing out of her cunt, the first cream pie
I had ever actually seen where the cream was poured by somebody else.

   I needed no invitation.  I moved up between her legs, my cock in one
hand.  When I felt the head seated between her drooling lips, I slid it
into her in one slow continuous motion.  Immediately I began giving her
long hard thrusts, not caring how quickly I came.

   But then Paul pulled a surprise on me.  I felt his hand on my butt, his
finger trying to insinuate between my cheeks.  When I felt one finger
pushing to gain entrance, I automatically recoiled and gave Lauren an
extra-hard shove.

   "Relax," Paul said, "I'm not trying to prime you for fucking, kid.  I
want to show you something you might not know about your prostrate, I mean
prostate, gland.  Damn, my tangue is getting all toungled up."

   I held still while he pushed one finger into me.  He felt around and
evidently found the spot he was looking for.  I felt an almost
instantaneous need to come with an urgency I'd never felt before.

   I started back at Lauren again, humping her while Paul pressed his
finger against my prostate gland.  Within seconds I reached a point where
there was no holding it in.  With the first contraction I think I almost
fainted in pleasure.  I shut my eyes, shoved my cock as deeply into Lauren
as I could, and everything else faded away while I wallowed in the bliss of
each spurt.  When it finally stopped, I collapsed on top of Lauren,
completely spent in more ways than one.

   "Jeez loueez," I said, "I think I blew my balls out."

   "Do you mean like a tire blowout?" Paul asked, sticking his head down
between my legs.  "Are they flat on the bottom?  Let me look."

   That set off another round of hilarious laughter.  I rolled off Lauren
to one side and Paul lay on the other side.  All three of us were covered
with sweat.  I could smell the sweat and cunt and come and hair and
incense, permeating the room like a heavy fog.  We all lay there panting
for breath.  My eyes were shut and I knew I could go to sleep quickly if I
let it happen.  I was just about to fade away when Lauren said, "You two
are quite a team.  Could I sign you up for a long-term contract?"

   "No," I answered, "I'm just on this job temporarily.  When you're
pregnant, you and Paul can take over for the next twenty years.  If you
have a boy in nine months, you can name him after me."

   We rested a few minutes more and finally Lauren said, "I think I want a
shower and then something cold to drink.  Are you two too fucked out to get
up and shower with me?"

   Paul and I both groaned and followed her.  We went down the stairs to
the area under the house that served as a shower area.  The hot water
system, warmed by the sun, had recovered but Paul said we'd better not
expect it to last very long.

   Back upstairs, we fixed big glasses of sweetened iced-tea and pulled out
the sandwich-making stuff.  I drank one glass of tea and ate one sandwich
before Paul and Lauren were half finished.  When I started making another
sandwich, they both watched me, smiling at each other.

   "What?" I demanded, "I'm a growing boy and I think I just shot a few
hundred calories today."

   We sat around for a while longer, talking about what we had just done.

   "As the pot-heads say, that was some good shit we were smoking.  I've
never tried it before.  Does it always affect you that way and make you
think everything is funny?" I asked.

   "No," Paul responded, "it's hard to predict how it'll affect different
people.  Most do get relaxed and silly, some just get horny, a few get a
little nasty and don't care what they're doing."

   "Do you smoke it regularly?" I asked, looking at Lauren.

   "Nope, that's the first we've had in a couple of years, since before we
started trying to have our first baby.  And if I'm pregnant anytime soon, I
won't use it again.  I'll make Paul leave it alone if I have to.  We
figured having you here with us was sort of a special occasion, one that
might require something to make you lose your inhibitions.  Did it work?"

   "I don't know," I answered truthfully.  "But I sure hope I can have a
little more sense when I finally get to fuck around with girls in the
future."

   "You will," Lauren said.  "But for now, do you think you're up to one
more before we go to sleep?"

   I looked at Paul and he looked at me.  I took his hand and started
leading him toward the bedroom.  When we had gone a few steps, I looked
back at Lauren and asked, "Are you coming too."

   "I sure as hell hope so," she replied and started giggling like a girl.

   Back on the mattress again, Paul and I both concentrated our attention
on Lauren.  We switched around from kissing her to sucking on her breasts
to fingering her cunt.  When we ended up with our mouths on her two breasts
and each with a finger in her or stroking her clitoris, she began to squirm
under us.

   I looked at Paul and Lauren and asked, "Who goes first this time?"

   Paul looked at Lauren and leaned over, his head beside hers, while he
whispered something in her ear.

   "I don't know whether I want to try that," she said.  "If I do, you'd
damn sure better stop if I tell you to."

   Paul nodded in agreement.  Lauren pushed me down on my back and threw
one leg over me, sitting on my thighs.  She milked my cock down and, when a
few drops oozed out, she rubbed it all over my cock head.  She rose up over
me and slowly began to work my cock all the way into her.  When I saw it
disappear inside her, so that our combined pubic hair blocked my view, she
looked at Paul and said, "O.  K." I probably had no idea what he was going
to do.  Paul pulled my legs and Lauren's apart so he could get on his knees
behind her.

   "It's called a sandwich," Paul said.  "Ever hear of it?"

   I shook my head side to side.

   "Well, just think of a club sandwich," Lauren said.  "You two are the
slices of bread.  I'm the filling.  There're two toothpicks stuck through
to hold the sandwich together.

   "Toothpicks?" Paul and I responded at the same time.

   When Lauren started giggling again, Paul said, "Damn it, hold still. 
I'll never get it in with you wiggling.  I don't want to hurt you."

   Frustrated, Paul got up and left the bedroom.  He returned a minute
later with a bottle of baby oil and I watched as he generously coated his
cock with it.  He held the bottle upside down over Lauren and I could feel
some of it run down her and over my cock and balls.

   He got in position behind her again and I could tell he was trying to
push his cock into her asshole.  After a few seconds, Lauren gasped and I
guessed that Paul was in.

   "Just hold still, you two.  Try to relax, Lauren.  The head's in and
we'll just leave it like that for a minute."

   "Paul's fucked me in the ass a couple of times before," Lauren grunted.
"I guess it's OK as a sort of dirty fuck.  I can even come if he reaches
around and rubs my clit."

   "You two are sure giving me an education in sex," I said.  "I've never
even thought of some of the stuff we've done."

   "I love an Italian sandwich," Lauren said, "especially when there're two
sausages sticking in the roll."

   OK, now I was a sausage dick.  I started giggling again.

   "I don't think Italian sausages come with Alfredo sauce," I joked.

   "You'd better be damn glad yours isn't in a red sauce," Lauren replied,
setting off another round of giggling.

   I could feel Paul begin to move back and forth and I realized I could
feel him penetrating Lauren, through the parts of her that separated us. 
Lauren seemed lost in her own feelings, her eyes closed, her mouth tight. I
pulled her head down until her lips met mine and then pried them open with
my tongue.  I wrapped my arms around her, held her tightly against me, and
slowly began to move too, sliding my cock out just an inch or so and then
back in.

   Gradually I increased the length of my strokes, trying to feel what Paul
was doing and how deep he was in her.  After a minute of so, I was able to
coordinate my movements with his.  When he pushed in, I was pulling out and
when he pulled out, I pushed in.  Slowly we developed our rhythm so that we
were both fucking her at the same time.  After a few minutes, I felt Lauren
take a deep breath and her body go rigid.  I could feel the series of
contractions in her cunt.  I stopped for a minute until she settled down
and then I resumed fucking her again.  Paul started back again too.  I
could feel myself just on the verge of coming but I tried to hold back, to
see if Paul would come first.

   Finally, I knew I was no longer in control and that I was coming again.
I let it happen and shoved my cock in as deep as I could.  I had hardly
stopped when I could tell Paul was coming too.  His movements became
erratic and then I could feel him shove his cock up her anus while he shot
his load.

   We lay like that for a minute or so, all breathing heavily.  Paul pulled
out first.  I felt my cock softening and I was almost thankful.  I pulled
out too and Lauren rolled off onto the mattress between us.

   She looked around and found one of the damp towels we had brought back
up from our shower.  She wiped her face off first and then her body. 
Finally she stuck the towel between her legs and lay back with her head on
a pillow.

   "I'm going to sleep," she said.  "If the baby wakes up, one of you two
fuckers can feed her.  But don't call me.  I'm fucked out."

   Paul grabbed his towel and wiped off too, including his cock and balls.
He stretched out beside Lauren, on his side, and she nestled up against his
butt.  I got my towel and wiped off and lay down too.  Lauren reached one
hand around and pulled me up against her backside.

   <><><>

   "Well, that certainly qualifies as the dirtiest raunchiest story I've
ever heard," Siobhan said.  "I'm betting some of it was true.  How much of
it really happened?"

   "All of it," I said.  "I've tried to tell you what happened to the best
of my memory.  It's been almost twenty years and I may have made a mistake
or two in trying to remember."

   "Did you have any more threesomes with them after that?"

   "Yeah, we had a few twosomes - me and Lauren.  I think my mother
probably wondered why the hell I was over at their house so much.  I went
to the cabin with them a few more times and we had some good threesomes.  I
don't guess any of them beat the first one."

   "Why did it take you so long to get her pregnant?" Siobhan asked.  "When
we decided to have Kavan and Arial, it seems like I got pregnant right
away."

   "I don't know.  But it sure scared the hell out of me when she told me
she was pregnant.  I guess that's when I really realized what I'd done."

   "When did they move away?"

   "A few months after she got pregnant.  Paul got an offer for a job on
the West Coast that paid him about twice as much.  I got kind of emotional
the last time I saw them.  I wanted to know the baby would be OK or
something like that, I guess.  I think that's why they brought him by our
house and let me see him when he was about two years old."

   We were both quiet then for a while.  I don't know what she was
thinking. I was thinking about having a teen-age son somewhere and
wondering what he looked liked and what sort of kid he was.  Finally,
Siobhan broke the silence.

   "Would you bring home a teen-age boy for me some day?" she whispered. 
"I'd let you teach him how to eat stuffed pussy if you do."

   I couldn't help but laugh.  "You'd be a pretty good teacher yourself. 
I'll get you a virgin and you can teach him everything."

   "That would be nice," she said.  "After that, I'll let you bring home a
teen-age girl for yourself.  Maybe she could recharge your batteries."

   "You know what you get when you insult my manhood, don't you?"

   "Yeah, a good fucking."

   "I'll make you moan for mercy before the night's over."

   "Is that a threat or a promise?"

   I didn't make her moan, not for mercy anyway; she moaned for more. 
After I came the second time, she graciously offered me a truce and I
accepted.

   <><><>

   The kids woke us up on Sunday morning and we walked back to the big
house for breakfast.  Afterward we took them for a walk, packed and checked
out, ready to drive home and get something to eat on the way.  When Kavan
saw the hand-written menu for Sunday dinner - dinner, not lunch - on the
blackboard in the hall of the house, he decided he wanted fried chicken. 
We were all glad he insisted.

   The drive home was about like always with three kids.  Somehow, I didn't
care when Kavan and Arial started singing a song and kept at it, almost the
same thing over and over, with slight variations that must have made sense
to them because they'd giggle and then start over again.  Maybe they knew
what they were saying but I couldn't understand it.  Every so often, they'd
stop and Kerry would let out a screech.  I don't know how he knew his part
in the song but he came in right on cue.  The weekend had been so good that
I was able to endure the song for almost twenty miles.  Siobhan seemed
immune to the torture.  She kept smiling and humming along with them.

   Maybe confession is good for the soul.  I suppose I felt better after
telling Siobhan about Paul and Lauren.  She surprised me when she said
that, if they ever got in touch with me again, I should invite them to come
for a visit.  I guess I wondered what Lauren would be like now, if she'd be
beautiful like she was then, and then I started thinking about their boy -
my boy - and what he'd be like.

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