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 The Wounded Warrior And The Colleen

   A Love Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter Eleven

   Sunday Evening

   When we returned from our walk in the woods, I was more than a little
tired and ready to rest.  I stripped naked, went to the bathroom, had a
good piss, and brushed my teeth.  When I looked in the mirror, I saw I
needed to brush my long hair.  It had been wet from the pool when we went
for a walk, it had dried in the woods, and it now was a mess.

   I stood there looking at myself in the mirror.  I had never been
conceited about my looks.  My mother and my sister had constantly told me
that I was a beautiful boy and then a handsome man but I had felt that they
were just saying that because they loved me.  I wasn't as fair skinned as
Colleen but my complexion was still Irish fair.  I had never had teen-age
acne like some guys and my hair had always been dark brown and easily
manageable and for years I had worn it long, never parted, just brushed
back and almost down on my neck.  I had hated the buzz cut the military
gave me and maybe that's why I had let it grow in the hospital.

   While I brushed, I thought of Colleen and her luxuriously-long
bronze-red hair, her beyond-beautiful crowning feature, and how she must
brush it to keep it that way.  I wanted to brush her hair for her but maybe
even get her to brush mine.  That would be something loving, something
wonderfully intimate on a late evening just before bed.  I wondered what
she would say if I asked her.

   Back in my room, I put on a pair of exercise shorts, thinking maybe my
best buddy would behave if I covered him up.  I could easily get naked
again when I was ready for sleep.  On second thought, maybe I had better
keep him covered if Colleen slept with me.  It was silly of me but maybe he
really could see and that was why he had resumed so often raising his head
and looking around for something to get into.

   I had invited Colleen to my room so I could apologize to her again and
maybe sleep with her but I felt perhaps I should not have invited her.  I
sensed that she had not been completely satisfied with my apology earlier.
I thought I saw a simmering anger in her since the incident with Jake and I
hoped she didn't bring that in my bedroom.  Women are always such
enchanting and mysterious creatures and I wanted to understand her and love
her and be with her.  I wanted her never to get angry with me.  I wanted
her to smile at me and touch my face with her fingertips again.

   I folded the bedspread down and plumped the pillows, turned out the
lights in the bedroom, and stood looking at the bed for a moment.  The room
was inviting, cool, almost dark, and I wanted to tell the world to go to
hell because I wasn't going to worry about it.

   Then I heard Michael out in the hallway.  "Ryan, Colleen's about to come
in your room and she told me to go do my own thing.  I want to talk to you
for just a few minutes.  Is it OK if I come in too?"

   "For a few minutes?" I said.  "Sure, it's OK."

   They walked in, both looked at me standing beside the bed, and their
faces lit up in smiles.  I looked at a beautiful colleen in a filmy
nightgown and panties that were barely there.  Michael was a good looking
young kid, skinny like me, dressed in the same sort of shorts I was
wearing.

   "I told you to go away, little brother," Colleen said, and I detected a
touch of anger in her voice.  "Ryan's got the bed ready.  He's defended me
again and he wants to take me to bed so I can spread my legs and let him
enjoy his prize.  Unless you want to watch me get fucked, you're not
welcome."

   I couldn't believe what I'd heard.  I frowned but, when I looked at her,
she was grinning.  Damn, her words really hurt.  I didn't want to fuck her,
not as a prize for defending her.  I couldn't believe that she didn't
already know me better than that.  I had been trying since I arrived to
show her what kind of genuinely caring and patient man I am.  Was she
teasing or did she really mean what she said?

   "Well, are you ready to shove your big best buddy up my poor little
pussy?" she asked.

   I didn't want to get in an argument with her.  I certainly didn't feel
that she owed me anything for defending her.  Like the old Greeks
supposedly said: "Know thyself." Well, I knew myself.  I knew that I always
cared about all people I knew, even some I didn't know, and I would have
defended them from harm if I could.  I walked over to her, took both her
hands in mine, got down on both knees in front of her, and hung my head.

   "I'm sorry," I whispered.

   "Get up, you silly, I'm just teasing you.  Don't you want to bed me?"

   Teasing me?  Maybe I didn't know her well enough yet and I wasn't sure
whether her words were teasing or really meant.  I looked up at her.

   "I am sorry, Colleen, for whatever I've done.  I didn't know you were
teasing.  If your anger is directed at me, I am truly sorry.  Just tell me
why and I'll try to do better."

   "Well, just don't be so delicate, Ryan," she said, and the cutting tone
of her words was just too much.

   That did it.  I couldn't cope with her, not now, not tonight.  I stood
up, moved to the side of the bed, sat down, and hung my head.  I tried to
get control but I couldn't think of what to do.  I wanted to take her in my
arms and hold her but I was afraid to try.  Above all I didn't what to
cause her anger to escalate.  I looked up her, saw her face still taught
with something, perhaps anger, and then looked at Michael, his face showing
as much confusion and consternation as mine.

   "Michael, is this my room?" I asked.

   "Yeah, Ryan, it's yours," he said.

   "Well, I have an angry colleen in my room and I'll be damned if I know
what to do with her.  Would you please show her to the door so she can
leave?"

   Michael went to the door, made sure it was locked, and stood in front of
it.  "Colleen, damn it, you will apologize to Ryan and do it now!  I don't
know why you're so angry but he's not the cause."

   She stood there, looking at me, not seeing the real me, the one that
cared deeply about people, especially women and especially her.  I wanted
to hold her and tell her I loved her but I was not sure it would be
welcomed tonight.

   She walked over in front of me, tilted my head up, took my hands in
hers, and looked at me for a moment.  I felt tears running down my cheeks
and I knew I was about to break.

   "I'm sorry, Ryan," she whispered.  "I didn't mean to hurt you.  I'm just
mad at men, all the bastards who want to treat a woman like property.  That
god-damned Jake wanted to have me so he could brag about what he'd got,
just like that little BMW his daddy gave him.  Third date, he took my hand
and put it on his hard-on.  Can you imagine that?  Wouldn't let go.  I
started to rip his dick off.  Fuck him.  I'm not property.  I'm me and I
will never be owned by a shithead like him!"

   I looked up at her and saw tears in her eyes too but she was trying to
smile at me.  "Don't be angry with me, Colleen.  I'm beginning to know you
and maybe I can understand how you feel.  I'll never treat you that way."

   Suddenly I heard a knock on the door and Brian's voice calling out.

   "Ryan, is Colleen in there with you?  Margaret and I were about to get
in bed when I heard her almost yelling.  What's wrong?"

   Michael unlocked the door, opened it, and Brian and Margaret came
hurrying in.  Brian was wearing exercise short like Michael and me and
Margaret had on a little nightgown and panties.  His shorts were twisted
like he'd just pulled them on hurriedly.

   "What's going on?" he asked.  "What's wrong with you, Colleen?"

   I wanted to defuse the situation but I didn't know how.  I decided to
try and maybe it was going to be a kamikaze effort but I wanted to do
something.  I stood up, wrapped Colleen in my arms, and held her close.

   "Don't, Senator.  Don't fuss at Colleen," I said.  "I love her and I
don't blame her for being mad about Jake and about men in general.  Women
aren't property that a man can crow about owning.  Jake was a shithead and
maybe a stalker but he'll never have her.  I don't know if she'll ever join
with me but I don't want her to change.  She's her own person and always
will be."

   I looked at Colleen's face and saw tears rolling down her cheeks.

   "God-damned men," she whispered through clenched teeth.  "You're all
alike.  If I marry you, Dad will be expected to walk me down the aisle and
give me away.  Give me away!  Shit.  I love him but he doesn't own me and
he never will.  A man like Jake will never own me, No man will!  I am the
sea and nobody will ever own me!"

   "I don't want to own you, Colleen," I said.  "Yeah, I've told you I want
you to bend to me, to surrender yourself to me, but I'll bend to you at the
same time.  Maybe I'm crazy but that's what I want us to do.  I want us
both to bend to each other in love."

   "Well, if that's not a marriage proposal, I don't know what is,"
Margaret said.

   "No, Margaret, it's not," I said.  "I hope that will come later.  I've
been trying to show Colleen what kind of man I am.  I want her to get to
know me and trust me.  Then I want her to come to me maybe some morning
when she's had a good night's sleep and somehow show me that she wants to
surrender to loving me for the rest of her life."

   "Do we have to stand around here debating this?" Brian asked.  "Ryan,
would it be OK if we all get in your bed again?"

   I looked at Colleen and saw a little smile.  She nodded at me and I
nodded at Brian.  "I think I've said enough for tonight.  In the words of
the bard, `Lay on, McDuff.'"

   "You mean, lead on, McDuff?" Michael asked.

   "No, Michael," I said "Lead on is an invitation for someone to take the
lead and you will follow.  Shakespeare said `Lay on, McDuff," which means
to make a vigorous attack.  Think about it.  I was punning Brian."

   Michael shrugged and shook his head.  Brian just grinned.

   "Well, before we were interrupted, I was about to spread my legs for
Brian," Margaret said.  It's OK with me if promises to finish the job in
our own bed later."

   "I promise," he said, and grinned at me.  "It'll be hard but I'll do
it."

   "It's got to be hard to do it," I said, and grinned back at him.

   "I get hard just thinking about doing it," Michael said, and grinned
even wider.

   "OK, Ryan, you get in the middle of the bed this time," Brian said. 
"Colleen and Margaret, on each side, Michael, you're behind Colleen.  I'll
be behind Margaret.  I want us all to close our eyes and relax.  I'm going
to take Jake to the door, kick his ass, and shut the door.  I don't want to
hear another word about him tonight."

   He reached out his hand to an imaginary Jake, led him to the door,
pushed him out, and shut the door.  The rest of us watched and then we all
crawled in the bed.  It was king-size and big enough for five when the
pairs on each side of me were spooned up.  I was flat on my back in the
middle.  Colleen and Margaret were both lying on their sides facing me with
Michael and Brian behind them.  I lay there for a while, eyes closed, hands
on my waist, and relaxed.

   Brian broke the peace.  "Colleen, please show Ryan you do care for him.
Remember, we all said we'd help him heal if he came here.  You may be
hurting but you're not the only one."

   Colleen took a deep breath, let it out, and wiggled up close to me. . 
She put one hand on my chest and bent her leg over my left leg and that was
nice.  Then Margaret also put her hand on my chest and her leg over my
right one and I was more than a little surprised.  One beautiful red-headed
Irish colleen on my left was almost too much.  Another on the other side
was too damned much.  I was glad I had covered my best buddy up or he would
have been standing up and looking around for something to get into again.

   Colleen and Margaret very-gently caressed me: my face, forehead, nose,
eyes, lips, my chest, pecs, and nipples.  I sucked in my stomach when they
touched me below my naval but they stopped.  I kept my eyes closed so my
friend couldn't see and put my hands on my belly, just above my shorts,
maybe like a road block to keep somebody from going farther south.  When
someway tried to nudge my hands out of the way, I resisted, but only a
little.

   Colleen lifted my left arm, draped it around her shoulders, snuggled up
closer to left side, and put her head on my shoulder.  She and Margaret
whispered back and forth for a minute or two, so softly that I caught only
an occasional word.  I knew they were plotting something but I had no idea
what and I didn't care.

   Then Margaret lifted my right arm, wrapped it around her shoulders,
moved against my right side, and put her head on my other shoulder in a
mirror image of Colleen.  Two hands went exploring again, nipping my little
nips, feeling my pectorals, and feeling again after I tightened them.  One
hand wandered south but stopped at the edge of my shorts.  I opened my eyes
and looked down.  It was Margaret's hand.  I caught her wrist and stopped
her hand's descent

   I looked around.  Michael and Brian were spooned up behind the two
colleens, raised on elbows, watching and grinning.  Michael's hand was
cupped under Colleen's right breast.  The pink areola was exposed and the
red berry in the center looked swollen.  I looked the other direction. 
Brian's hand was under Margaret's filmy nightgown cupped under another
rounded breast.  I had no idea what they would do next and whether Brian
would kill me if I let Margaret go exploring lower.  I looked at Brian's
face again and he winked.  Damn!  If he didn't care what his wife did, why
should I?  I moved my hand out of Margaret's way.

   "Ryan, lift your hips a little," she said.  "Colleen and I want to make
sure your surgical scars are healing nicely.  OK?"

   I heard more snickering from the two guys behind the scenes.  OK?  Yeah,
OK.  If they wanted to see my scars, why should I resist.  I lifted my hips
and watched the two colleens pull my shorts down.  I saw the dark hair just
above the bulge of my buddy.

   "That's far enough," I said.

   "Oh, pooh!" Colleen said.

   "Yeah!  Oh, pooh!" Margaret said

   They both giggled again and gently touched my belly and my scars.  I
closed my eyes, rested my head on the pillow again and let them play,
wanting one of them to move her hand down further, wondering if that was
going too far.

   It wasn't.  One hand, I assumed it was Colleen's, slid under the
waistband of my shorts, down, down, and curved it over my swollen but soft
penis.  It didn't stay soft long and, good buddy, I was proud of how
quickly it got hard.  When it stiffened, the hand rearranged it to point to
my navel and then withdraw.

   Then two hands slid in my shorts and, oh, damn, it was just too much. 
One hand kept going, cupped under my buddy's cohorts, and, when I spread my
legs, gently lifted them from between my thighs.  The other hand covered my
buddy and pressed him against my stomach.

   I opened my eyes and looked around again.  Colleen and Margaret were
grinning and maybe saying look what I've got to play with.  That was
unbelievable enough but Michael and Brian were watching and grinning too.

   "Just where the hell is this going?" I asked.

   "Who knows?" Margaret said, and wrapped her hand around my penis.  "I'm
just helping Colleen tease you a little, not too much, and then I'm going
to take Brian to bed.  I was going to let him pound me through the mattress
but now I think I'm going to mount his pony and go for a ride."

   "Ryan, Margaret and I have never hidden our bodies from Colleen and
Michael," Brian said.  "We also don't hide the fact that we're still sexual
human beings and we love each other.  We've talked to them about everything
and I do mean everything but, when we make love, it's in private in our own
bed.  That's what we were going to do before we heard Colleen.  I intend to
do just that in a few minutes.  What you kids do is up to you."

   "Michael, quit poking me with that thing," Colleen said.

   "What's he poking you with, Colleen?" Margaret asked.  "Is it the same
thing Brian's poking me with?"

   "Well, it can't' be the same thing.  It must be a different thing.  Is
it really stiff, I mean, really, really stiff?"

   "Yeah, big and stiff like a baseball bat."

   "Ooohh, damn!  So's the one behind me."

   The hands in my shorts swapped around, one cradled my cohorts and the
other wrapped around the shaft of my best buddy.  I didn't know whose hand
was doing what and I didn't care.  Then the hand holding my hard-on started
moving back and forth, back and forth.

   "Would somebody please tell me what's going on here and how far it's
going to go?" I pleaded.

   "Ryan, what were you thinking about earlier tonight?" Margaret asked.

   "Huh, I don't remember.  What's that got to do with anything?"

   "Mom and I are just trying to teach you something," Colleen said.  "The
next time I tease you, you're going to remember what we're doing here and
you're going to get a hard-0n.  You should remember that Irish colleen's
have teased Irish micks for centuries."

   I heard more whispering and then a head on my chest nodded in agreement.
Colleen and Margaret both lay down on their backs, pulled their scanty
panties down their long legs and threw them somewhere.  Then they both sat
up, stripped off the little nightgowns and threw them after their panties.

   Next, they scrambled around and ended up on their knees, Margaret
between my legs and Brian's, Colleen between my legs and Michaels.  My eyes
flew from one set of beautiful rosy breasts to another, shifted down to
look at two pubic mounds crowned by the same amaranthine-colored hair and,
back farther, the beginning of a cleft with a little clitoral shaft.  Damn,
they were almost identical except that Colleen was not quite as hairy as
Margaret.

   I looked at Michael and saw one grinning kid.  I looked at Brian and saw
one grinning man.  I grinned too.  I might as well.  Three guys in shorts,
all with hard-ons poking up was enough to make anybody grin.  Colleen and
Margaret knelt there, naked as the day they were born, showing us
everything.  I'd seen it before but not as explicitly displayed and not in
bed with me.

   "Margaret, I think their shorts have got to go," Colleen said.  "What do
you think?"

   "I think that's a fine idea," Margaret said.  "Let's both do Ryan and
then you can do Michael and I'll do Brian."

   They caught the sides of my shorts and started pulling and I quickly
lifted the waistband so my shorts wouldn't catch on the head of my dick. 
When my shorts were around my thighs, I lifted my legs and Colleen pulled
them over my feet and threw them back over her head.

   Then Colleen stripped Michael, Margaret stripped Brian, and both guys
followed my example in protecting their best buddy's head.  I watched the
two colleens looking back and forth at three hard-on's and grinning
lasciviously at what they were seeing.  Brian's hard dick was enough to
make a colleen croon.  Mine was a little bigger and might make one grunt
unless I gave her a good licking first.  Michael was certainly his daddy's
son and looked just like him, at least below the waist.  I still had no
idea where this was going but as long as Brian didn't object, I wasn't
going to stop whatever happened.

   "Now, you guys move closer," Margaret said.  "Get as close to each other
as you can.  We're going to show you something."

   Michael and Brian moved over against my sides.  Colleen straddled one of
my knees and one of Michael's.  Margaret straddled one of Brian's and the
other one of mine.

   Margaret and Colleen relaxed backwards until their butts were resting on
their feet and, between spread thighs, two closed-lip pink pussies crowned
with a bronze-red pubic patch were displayed in all their beauty.  They
both looked good enough to eat.  I wanted to feast on one and it didn't
matter which.

   "OK.  You guys can look," Margaret said.  "Look all you want to. 
Colleen and I are going to look too.  You guys like to look at naked women?
Well, we like to look at naked men.  I like to see a stiff dick when it's
all hot and heavy and so damned powerful.  I like to see your balls when
they're so full and swollen, pumping out all that sperm for me.  Don't you
forget it."

   For a minute or so, that's all we did: guys looking at two beautiful
colleens, girls looking at three horny micks.  I looked down, right and
then left and saw Brian's and Michael's hands doing the same thing mine
was: slowly stroking a hard dick.

   "Mom, do you think we should lend them a hand," Colleen giggled.  "That
looks like hard work and maybe we should help them."

   "I like that idea, Colleen," Margaret giggled back "In fact, I have two
hands and I think we should use both."

   With that, the two colleens wrapped their hands around three hard dicks,
Margaret's around Brian's and around mine, Coleen around Michael's, and
mine.  They shared on mine, Margaret's hand on the bottom of my shaft and
Colleen's on the top.  I'd never had two women cooperate in jacking me of
before and I wondered if that was where we were going.

   It wasn't.  They both stroked three hard dicks for a short while and
then Margaret turned loose and leaned back again showing her hidden
treasure in all its glory.  Colleen leaned back too and three guys' eyes
moved back and forth.  I knew their eyes were doing that because mine were
certainly moving from one to the other.

   "Are you ready to go back to our own bedroom, Brian?" Margaret asked. 
"Maybe Michael should go to his bedroom too.  Let's leave Ryan and Colleen
alone."

   "Aaawww, Mom, let me stay for a little longer," Michael protested.  "I
want to talk to Ryan for a minute.  I'll go when they chase me off."

   "OK, Michael," Brian said.  "You can stay but leave when Ryan tells you
to.  Whatever you kids do, be quiet about it.  "I don't want to hear
anymore raised voices tonight, no moaning or screaming either."

   Hand in hand, one stiff dick waving around, Margaret and Brian left the
bed and went out the door.  It was Brian's dick, not Margaret's but I
guessed he would quickly give it to her.

   Michael moved from behind Colleen and crawled in on the other side of
me. Colleen quickly moved up close to me again with her head on my shoulder
and her leg over mine.  Michael propped up on his elbow first but, when
Colleen patted the other side of my shoulders, he wiggled up closer, put
his head on my shoulder and one leg over my other leg.

   I pulled them both closer and closed my eyes and relaxed.  For a minute
or so, that was all we did, just being close and caring and maybe loving.

   "Colleen told me you think I shouldn't play with you two, especially
you, Ryan, because it might hurt me," Michael whispered.  "What do you
mean? It's not going to make me gay.  I already know I like women a hell of
a lot more than men, for sex, I mean."

   "Michael, I like you and I don't want to hurt you or cause you
problems," I whispered back.  "It's hard to explain."

   "Try me," he said.

   "Look, I've told you what happened to a friend of mine in Afghanistan.
Maybe that's carried over to how I treat you."

   "Come on, Ryan; you can tell me.  I'm a big boy."

   "OK.  I'd never had any sort of sex with guys until I met Nick, his name
was Nicholas, in Afghanistan.  We were a lot alike, both new to combat,
scared as hell, and wanting something, anything to cling to for a little
affection.  We slept together for warmth a few times - it got cold in our
quarters and some other guys did too - and we lay there at night and
talked. We started playing with each other's dicks and that evolved into
masturbating each other and after a while sucking each other's dicks.  We
never went as far as a complete blow job and we didn't fuck each other."

   "That's not so bad; is it?" Michael asked.  "That's about what we did."

   "I suppose.  Anyway, it was more about having somebody to hold and share
a little affection with than sex.  Maybe I loved him but it wasn't a sexual
love, just loving a good friend who was like another lost soul."

   "What happened to him?  Is he the one you said got killed?"

   "Yeah.  One day we were patrolling an area where the Taliban had been.
He and I were standing a few feet apart, looking at each other and talking.
My helmet was too tight and rubbing my head wrong and I tried to straighten
it.  I pushed it up harder than I should have and it fell off.  When I
reached down to get it, I heard a shot and I immediately flopped on my
belly in the dirt.  I looked around and saw Nick.  He was on his back, with
his arms and legs spread and I knew he'd been shot."

   I had to stop for a moment and breathe deeply to get back in control
before I told him the rest.  He put his fingers over my mouth.

   "It's OK, Ryan," he said.  "You can stop.  That's enough."

   "No.  I've got to finish it."

   "OK."

   "I crawled over to Nick, looked at him, and I knew he was dead.  He'd
been shot in the face.  The bullet hit him just to the side of his nose. 
His eyes were open but I knew he couldn't see me.  Then I heard another
shot and the dirt flew up close to me.  A split second later, I heard a
shot from of our guys and he yelled, `I got him!  I got the harum zadeh!'"

   "What's that?"

   "Son of a bitch."

   Colleen giggled.  Her hand wandered down and cupped under my balls
again. She gently lifted then, let them fall, and repeated.  I hoped she
just didn't start juggling them.

   "Well, what's that got to do with me?"

   "Michael, if I had not knocked my helmet off, that first shot might have
glanced off my helmet and we'd both still be alive.  When I bent over to
pick it up, maybe Nick got the shot that was meant for me.  Somebody I
cared for was dead as a result of what I had done."

   Colleen's hand moved up, wrapped around my dick, stroked it a few times,
released it, one finger traced up the underside of the shaft to the head,
rubbed where the head is tied to the shaft, wrapped around again and
stroked.  I liked for her to play with my play pretties.  Perhaps it was
her way of distracting me from my story.

   "I still don't understand what that's got to do with me."

   "Michael, our actions may have unintended consequences we never dreamed
of," I said.  "If there's a god in heaven, why would he nudge me and make
me drop my helmet just so Nick could be shot in the face.  If that's the
sort of god he is, I hope he enjoyed his little joke and didn't laugh too
hard at it because he's a sick shit.  Why?  Why did the bullet meant for me
end up killing Nick?  Huh?  Just tell me that."

   While Colleen's hand was playing down below, Michael's was playing with
my chest, pulling on the few strands of hair between my nipples, thumbing
my nipples, rubbing around on me from throat to naval.  Colleen caught his
hand in hers, took it down below, and they shared playing with my toys.  I
thought for a minute and felt what they were doing and decided Michael was
weighing my balls and Colleen was sliding her hand up and down on my dick.
I thought of when she had slid her pussy up and down on it and decided
maybe Michael and I might enjoy that tonight.  She certainly liked it.

   "But, Ryan, sometimes what you do just means you care for somebody, like
me and Colleen laying here close to you with our heads on your shoulders.
You can't let bad things stop you from living and loving people."

   "Well, just think about it and try to understand what I think and feel,"
I whispered.

   "OK," he whispered.  "Are you and Colleen going to play now?  Will you
please let me stay?  Please?"

   "Colleen?" I whispered and she knew what I was asking.

   "It's OK with me," she said.  "The poor little guy gets just as horny as
the rest of us.  Maybe we should have invited Margaret and Brian to stay
and play too."

   "Do you think they really wanted to?" Michael asked.

   "I don't know," Colleen said.  "They first met when they were fifteen
and they've never played with anybody since.  That's what Mom says and I
believe her."

   "What do you think, Ryan?" he asked.

   "Beats me.  First time for everything.  She surprised the hell out of me
tonight, putting her hands on my dick and teasing me.  Colleen, why don't
you quietly ask her about it?"

   "Boy, that would be something," Michael said.  "I've fantasized about
doing stuff with her for years."

   "And she's fantasized about you, Michael," Colleen said.  "I know `cause
she told me."

   "Damn!"

   "Well, what are we going to do tonight?" he asked.  "Just mouths and
hands?"

   "I think that's good," I said.  "With Colleen's help, I've got something
to show you, something we did when you weren't with us.  I think you might
like to try it."

   "What?" Colleen asked.

   I whispered in her ear.

   "Yeah, I liked that," she said.  "Let me do it with both of you."

   "OK, but first we've got to get your juices flowing," I said.  "OK?"

   "Yeah."

   I crawled out from between the two of them, moved to the other side of
Colleen, and flopped.  She signaled she was ready.  She rolled on her back,
spread her legs, and lifted her knees.

   "Michael, Colleen's given us permission to play with her first," I said.
"Help me get her hot and wanting, OK?"

   He smiled, leaned over, kissed Colleen on the corner or her mouth,
pulled back about six inches and looked in her eyes.  She caught him behind
the head, pulled him down, and opened her mouth to him.  I watched then
sharing what was definitely not a brother-sister kiss.  Then I nudged his
head out of the way, leaned over, and she pulled me down to her open mouth
and probing tongue.

   "What do you want to do now, Michael?" I asked after a moment.

   "She's got two breasts," he whispered.

   "Lay on, McDuff.  They're both yours," I whispered.  "I'm heading
further South.  We'll swap when you're ready."

   I scrambled around on the bed, flopped on my belly between her legs, and
lifted and spread them farther.  When I looked up at her face, she was
grinning.  Michael put a hand on one breast and his mouth on another.  I
lowered my head and started licking my way around.

   I was no connoisseur of women's pussies.  I'd seen a few, one intimately
for years, a few after that, but Colleen's was certainly the most
beautiful, hard-on inspiring pussy I'd ever seen.  She wasn't as hairy as
some pictures I'd seen, just a small neat little patch of dark red hair on
her mound, with almost none further back, just the way I liked them.  Her
split mound was sort of pink, not dark like some, and the little lips were
closed up near her clitoris and slightly parted back further, glistening
with moisture already, the most edible or fuckable pussy I'd ever seen.

   I closed my eyes, licked up one thigh and then the other, up one side of
her split mound and then the other, and then pointed my tongue and licked
her from almost her asshole all the way up to her pubic hair.  Under the
pressure of a hard tongue, her little lips splayed out to each side.  I
kept doing it for a while, listening to her faint moans, tasting the
strange taste of her juices, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

   It was Michael.  He jerked his thumb back and grinned.  I interpreted
that to mean he wanted a turn between Colleen's legs.  I crawled back up on
the bed and paid homage to her beautiful breasts.  Both were still
glistening from Michael's saliva and her nipples were almost a half-inch
long.  She put her hand behind my head and held it with my face buried in
her left breast.  I didn't object.  I just gently sucked and licked and I
could have done that all day but I wanted Michael in the hot seat or hot
position next.

   I stopped and nudged Michael to stop.  "OK, Michael, that's a little
cunnilingus for an opener.  In case you don't understand, that's licking
pussy.  Now it's time for a little fellatio.  In case you still don't
understand, that's sucking dick.  You're in the middle, on your back."

   We all shifted positions.  Michael was on his back, holding his proud
penis in an upright position, Colleen on one side, me on the other.  I
motioned for Colleen to go first.

   "It's a popsicle," I said.  "Lick it before you suck it."

   She grinned and changed positions again, kneeling between Michael's
spread legs.  Michael and I watched as she licked from his rosy balls, up
the shaft, to the red head, again and again, and then took the head in her
mouth, and sucked noisily.  Again and again.

   "Not bad for an amateur," I bragged.  "Now let me show you how a real
cocksucker does it.  The name of that little fellow is Dick and I'm going
to suck his head off."

   She moved.  I assumed the position; Michael grinned and offered me Dick.
I licked his little fellow's two cohorts a few times, up the shaft a few
more times, and then did my best to decapitate him with my mouth.  Michael
groaned.

   I stopped and Michael moved to one side.  I flopped on my back and held
my offering straight up.  I shut my eyes, wondering if it was really
impossible to know what sex was doing things to my best buddy and his two
friends.  It was.  At least I assumed it was.  I opened my eyes once and
saw Colleen and Michael both bent over alternating.  I watched for a moment
and liked it both ways.  Both were good enough at fellatio to please a man.

   "Can we all three do something at the same time?" Colleen asked.

   "Colleen, when you're playing at sex, you're limited only by your
imagination.  I know one I think you should like.  Maybe Michael will too."

   Michael was leaned against the headboard of the bed, legs spread with
Colleen kneeling between them.  I was on my back, head between her spread
thighs, calves hanging off the foot of the bed.  Michael got his dick
sucked again, Colleen did the sucking and got her pussy licked, and I, poor
me, all I got was a smothering pussy over my mouth and nose and my own hand
stroking my poor little dick.

   That is until Michael and I changed positions.  Then I was the suckee,
Colleen the sucker and at the same time the lickee, and Michael was almost
asphyxiated by a juicy pussy over his face.  Damn, I was hot in more ways
than one.

   "OK, it's free play time," I said.  "Everybody do what you want too."

   I can't describe what happened next but we had three good imaginations
and we came up with some more good variations all of which involved either
a dick or a pussy or both at the same time.

   I was almost ready to end the night's play with some gooood ol'
self-abuse when I remembered that there was something dangerous that I
wanted Michael to experience.  And, of course, I wanted to experience it
too.

   "Michael, on your back," I whispered.  "Colleen's going to show you
something that's dangerous.  If you move your pelvis or she makes a stroke
at the wrong angle, you're going to have your dick buried to the balls in
your sister's pussy.  You must be absolutely still.  OK?"

   He grinned and nodded.  Colleen assumed the position, straddling his
midsection, his dick pressed down against his stomach by the wet lips of
her pussy.  I watched as she did her part perfectly, up until the red head
of his dick almost disappeared under her red bush, back as she slid in
reverse and covered up his balls, and then repeat and repeat.  Now, he
really grinned.  I knew, if it was done correctly, that a man or a woman
either might have an orgasm without a dick in a pussy.

   She stopped, I flopped, and she straddled me and sat there sliding back
and forth on my full-to-bursting penis.  When she groaned, I groaned back
in sympathy.  She stopped and collapsed between me and Michael.

   "There's another way to do that little teaser," I said.  "It's even more
dangerous because there's not a man in the world who wouldn't want to shove
his dick home."

   "Show me," Michael said.

   I showed him.  I knelt between Colleen's legs, caught them behind the
knees, and bent her in half.  That levered her pussy up until it was at the
same angle as my dick.  I lowered my hips until the shaft was pressed
against her wet pussy and began to slide back and forth.  I knew just one
inch further when I stroked back and the head would be caught in her vagina
and I'd shove the rest in until my balls were on her ass cheeks.  I wanted
to do it.  Damn, I wanted to do it so bad but I somehow resisted.  I sawed
back and forth for a few seconds and then let go of her legs.

   "Michael, you shouldn't try that," I whispered.  "I was about ready to
pull back, bend my hips, and shove seven inches of hard dick in her little
pussy.  It's damned dangerous."

   "Yeah, but it sure looks like fun," he said.

   "What now, McDuff?" Colleen whispered.

   Now was three hot horny individuals, all on their backs in a row on the
bed, all with knees raised and spread, and a hand or two belaboring our own
thing, grunting and straining to see how could come first.

   The next morning, the three of us were still in bed, naked, sheet
tangled around our legs, spooned up, me behind Colleen, her behind Michael,
when I began to rouse.  I heard a tiny squeak from the door, somebody
whispering, and then a faint click when the door was closed.  I wondered if
we should have asked then to stay and play.  Then I relaxed again and tried
to decide whether to get up and go piss or go back to sleep.

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