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The Measure of Man is a story of love and sex in the lives of a husband, a
wife, and their three children. The story spans almost four decades in their
lives and tells of their love for each other and for individuals outside the
primary family. The sexual acts described vary greatly but all are within
the realm of those practiced by normal human beings. The Measure of Man is
an epic adventure and will be told in approximately forty chapters.
Twenty-five chapters (1,449 KB) have been completed. Additional chapters
will be published at no specific schedule.

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THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

04 - Love and Lust Entwined

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.

<><><>


CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 26 in story
Sioned Stuart, 25 in story
Kavan Stuart, - 9 months in story

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart

"Kieran, would you tell me a bedtime story?" my wife asked. "Tell
me about the most memorable sexual experience you've ever had."

Sioned was in a loose cotton 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 the most beautiful I'd
ever seen. She had a dusting of freckles all over her face,
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 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. It seemed to change
depending upon the light or upon her mood.

I loved her face. It was the most beautiful I'd ever seen. But
then, I loved her.

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. 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 loved her body. It was the most beautiful I'd ever seen. But
then, I loved her. 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 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
nightgowns 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, Sioned," 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 the air conditioner on 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 fullness 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. 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 vagina and the way that it was
breathing, moving, the golden red hair on the mound above
shining, the lips below pink and secret and glistening. She put
her fingers there and pulled her cunt open.

"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, and 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 had 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, and 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 quickly 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 is 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 you 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 prick 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. And then I
felt the first strong contraction of her orgasm on the head of my
cock and 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. But 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
testicles 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 testicles, holding my
penis. 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 went for a third for me, a second for her. And we went back to
the same thing, slowly drinking beer, playing with each other.

I could smell the combined scent of my semen and her secretions.
The smell was like some fresh green plant or fruit, slightly
appealing and at the same time repelling. I knew what it could
smell like when old and dried.

When I finished the third 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, leaning against
the sink, still holding her beer, 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. And 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. And 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. But 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 in fascination 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 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 well, 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. "That's what I wanted."

In the 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. And 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.

So I decided to take charge, to use her just as she was, to bring
about my own orgasm.

I held her by the hips, lifting 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 came 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.
And 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.

<><><>

My wife 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 green eyes, and all I
could do was smile.

TO BE CONTINUED:





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