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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

10 - Deflowering A Virgin

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, 35 in story, 20 in flashback
Sioned Stuart, 34 in story
Kavan Stuart, 8
Arial Stuart, 7
Kerry Stuart, 3
Reverend and Mrs. Steve Willingham, about 45 in flashback
Susan Willingham, 20 in flashback
Steve Willingham, Jr., 18 in flashback


TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart
Sioned Stuart

(KIERAN)

We moved into our house in August, just in time for Kavan and
Arial to start to school. We'd been looking for about a year for
a larger house, something similar to my parent's home but newer
and a little larger.

The house we found was in a new area of growth, north of the
city, on the ridge line of an elongated hill that was an
extension of the mountains further north. The road ran along the
top of the hill and the slopes on each side limited development.
The houses were all on unique lots, each suited to the hill top,
and were usually some distance apart.

The house was an almost-new sprawling ranch, with three bedrooms
and two and one-half baths. From the front, it appeared to be a
single story and to have a one-car garage. Huge old hardwood
trees were scattered all across the front and the lot was
lovingly landscaped. From the back of the house, it looked like a
two-story house with a deck extending out from the top floor.

Two features convinced me to buy the house: it had a full
basement with a two-car garage accessible from the rear and it
had a good-sized pool in the back yard. I could see only two
changes I wanted to have made. I wanted to enclose part of the
basement area someday for another bedroom, for Kavan and Kerry,
like the one my father had made for Alan and me. And I wanted to
have the deck outside the family room covered and screened. With
those changes, the place would be perfect for us.

We had almost perfect weather for months after we moved, first a
long dry Indian summer period, a couple of cold fronts, and then
gradually cooling days and nights. Our first frost was late and
at the end of October, the hardwood trees on the hill still had
not dropped all of their leaves. The surprise came on a Friday,
November 2. The year's first bad storm system came up from the
south, collided with a cold front from the northwest, and we woke
up to a heavy snowfall, the earliest on record.

Everything was covered in about six inches of snow. I turned on
the television and learned that the local schools were closed.
The forecast was for continued snow for the rest of the day, with
accumulations of over a foot. I knew there was no way I could go
to work. I called in anyway and learned that the company would be
closed until Monday. I was glad to have the unexpected day off.
The previous owners of the house had left something in the
basement. I knew what we were going to do.

We watched as the snow continued to fall heavily all morning.
Just before noon it began to taper off and then, shortly after
lunch, occasional patches of blue sky peeked through the broken
clouds.   Sioned and I bundled ourselves and the kids up and went
for a walk. Neighbors and their kids all along the street were
out too and we had a couple of brief snowball fights before we
moved on. We went up the street to the crest, where the huge
boulders had so far prohibited construction.  We could see for
miles and it was a real winter wonderland.

The driveway beside our house sloped down gently and curved
around to the basement garage. I knew it would be perfect. We
went back home, warmed up a little, and then I took Sioned and
the kids down in the basement and showed them the sleds. There
were four sleds hanging on the wall. They were simple round
concave dishes about three feet across with two handles. Kavan
and Arial started begging to go sledding; Kerry begged too even
though he probably didn't know what his brother and sister were
excited about.

The kids loved sledding down the driveway but all too quickly
decided it was too easy. When some of the neighborhood kids
started sledding down the street from the crest to the flat area
in front of our house, we all joined them.

A couple of hours later, I reluctantly decided to call it a day.
I carried Kerry and helped drag Arial and Kavan, on sleds, to the
house. We were all cold, wet, and exhausted - but wonderfully
alive and happy. I decided to see if all five of us could fit in
our Jacuzzi. This was the first place we'd lived that had a
Jacuzzi. Sioned and I used it at least once a week. We frequently
put all three kids in it to play and to bathe. We'd never shared
it with them before.

We went in the house through the basement and up the stairs to
the kitchen.  Sioned told us all to strip and throw our wet
clothes in a hamper in the laundry room. I stripped Kerry and let
Kavan and Arial take their clothes off. Sioned and I raced to see
who could get naked first.  She won and led the parade to our
bathroom. I turned on the water and felt an urge to pee when the
tub stated filling.

I'd learned never to start on a trip without telling the kids to
go pee. I wasn't about to get in the tub with them without
telling them the same thing. Arial didn't need a second
invitation. She sat on the throne and tinkled. I looked at Kerry
but he was trying to crawl in the tub.

"Kerry, it's your turn. You've got to pee before you get in the
tub."

"Don't have to."

Kavan lifted the seat - there might be hope for him yet - and
proceeded to noisily foam up the water in the bowl.

"Kerry, are you sure. Kavan and Arial had to pee."

"Don't have to."

Sioned took her turn and sat there watching me trying to coax
Kerry. I didn't believe him but I wasn't going to argue with a
tired little boy.

I took my turn and Kerry watched while I foamed up the water in
the bowl again. I waited to see if it triggered any response in
him but he just watched with no indication of having to go.

Sioned tested the water and decided it was OK. She stepped in,
sat down, and held out her arms for Kerry. I picked him up and
handed him over to her. Kavan and Arial were in the tub in a
flash. I stepped in and sat down in the end of the tub opposite
Sioned.

"I've got to pee," Kerry said.

I shook my head, more than a little irritated by Kerry's
behavior. I got out of the tub, picked him up, a little rougher
than I should, and sat him down on the pot. He knew I was mad at
him. He started crying.

I was a little angry but I didn't want to hurt him. I squatted
down in front of him and did what I usually do when he cries: I
wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. That was a
mistake. I felt a hot stream against my stomach. Oh, shit. I just
held him until he was through peeing. I handed him back to
Sioned, threw a towel over the puddle, and got in the shower. A
few minutes later I was back in the tub.

We were all warm and relaxed and wrinkled-fingered when we got
out. I dried Kerry while Kavan and Arial dried themselves. When
the kids left the bathroom, Sioned helped me get dry. From the
way she lingered with my dick and balls, I felt she was inviting
me to share something with her later tonight.

When we left the bathroom, Kerry was in the middle of our
king-size bed. He'd pushed the comforter down and was covered up
to his chest. Kavan and Arial were sitting on the side of the
bed. From the expression on their faces, I knew what they wanted.


I pulled the comforter and blanket down on my side and Arial
crawled in next Kerry. I knew it was my turn next. After I was
stretched out in the bed, Kavan crawled in on the outside. Sioned
stood watching - she'd seen this before - and got in next to
Kerry.  I lifted my arms and Arial snuggled up to me on one side.
Kavan did the same on the other side. I pulled them close to me,
Arial's head on my left shoulder, her leg over mine, Kavan's head
on my right shoulder, his leg over mine. I had two hands on two
smooth little butts. I took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed.
I looked over at Sioned and she was holding Kerry exactly where
he wanted to be, his head up against her breasts.

They were all asleep within a few minutes. I was sleepy too but I
didn't want to sleep and miss out on holding them. I gave Sioned
a smile and we whispered back forth for almost an hour. Kavan
woke up first and rolled out of the bed. Arial sat up and that
awakened Kerry. I knew it was time to feed some hungry kids.

The house was a little cool so I grabbed some sweats and socks as
I was passing through our bedroom. I sent the kids for theirs and
Sioned and I had a moment to ourselves.

"Thank you for being sweet to Kerry," Sioned said.

"I almost let my temper show. I didn't feel like I was sweet to
him."

"You were. Kavan peed on your head when he was about eight
months. Arial got you when she was about a year old. I guess you
thought you were going to escape baptism by Kerry."

I couldn't help but smile at the memories. Kerry had peed up and
over and down on my head. Sioned had had a hard day with him and
I'd got up to change his diaper when he cried in the middle of
the night. I'd taken the wet one off and then reached for a dry
one. When I turned back, I thought it was raining on my head. 
Arial had got me when I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub
and picked her up under the arms, about to put her in the tub. I
couldn't resist hugging her first. Maybe I squeezed too hard.

"He's such a wonderful little boy. Maybe he really is our
miracle. I feel bad whenever I get peeved at him but he's a pain
sometimes."

"I'll give you a reward tonight."

I brightened at that. I didn't even ask what it was. I just
smiled and we finished putting on our socks.

I checked the weather report after we ate and got the bad news -
or maybe it was good - that the forecast was for another bout of
rain or snow and that it probably would be freezing rain. I
didn't mind so much. A day home with the kids in a nice warm
house would be a treat. I was thankful we had underground
utilities. We'd never lost power yet.

We got in a wrestling match in the family room. The kids tried to
pin me and I think I let them. I got my revenge. I hadn't shaved
since I didn't have to go to work. I used my whiskers and gave
Arial a frowzle on her stomach. Kavan got it in his ribs on both
sides. I even pulled Kerry's sweats down and frowzled his butt. I
finally decided I'd try to quiet them down when it was close to
nine o'clock.

"How about we stop and read a while? Have you read all the new
books we gave you?"

"Arial and I are reading the new book about sex," Kavan said.
"Most of it's about the same as the others but the drawings and
pictures help us figure it out. There's one we can't understand."

 I asked him to bring it to me and I'd explain it. It turned out
to be a cut-away drawing of a man and woman having intercourse,
showing their bodies from waist to mid-thigh, with the man's
penis in the woman's vagina. They'd read about it but never seen
a depiction. I tried to explain it and I guess they understood.

 Kavan surprised me. "Sometime when you and Mom do it, maybe you
could show us, Dad."

I had to think on that one. I'd been teaching them never to be
ashamed of anything about sex. But they were both still a few
years from puberty. I didn't know whether we could or not. I
looked at Sioned.

She had a big smile on her face. "You're the one who wanted to
teach them about sex when they started asking questions. Didn't
think you'd be asked to demonstrate, did you?"

"Maybe we'll do that someday, Kavan. I don't think you're quite
old enough yet. Now let's read a while before you go to bed."

I read a Dr. Seuss book to Kerry. I'd been playing a game with
him for months with the book. I'd read some of the story and then
stop with my finger on a certain word. Most of the time now,
Kerry would say the word. I didn't really know whether he was
reading it or whether he had the story memorized.

<><><>

Sioned gave me my reward as soon as we went to bed. It was a new
variation of something old. The thermostat was set to drop down
ten degrees at ten o'clock and she wanted to do it under the
covers so she'd stay warm. Warm? Damn, she was hot.

She made me get up on my hands and knees, legs spread, making a
nice warm tent out of the blanket and comforter. I tried to get
her to get on top but she'd decided what she wanted to do. She
moved down almost to the foot of the bed and then made me
straddle her head. I heard her say something I couldn't
understand.

"What?"

"I said, don't you dare try to shove it down my throat. I'll rip
your balls off if you do."

That was all she said. She had a mouthful. I shut my eyes and
surrendered. I wondered if this was the way a cow felt when it
was hooked up to a milking machine. I was glad she wasn't set for
a gallon or more.

I spread her legs and let my tongue do the licking.

Afterwards, she curled up beside me and we talked about the kids
and what we were going to do with them on Saturday. I was
actually looking forward to being imprisoned with them for a day
or two. I was tired but about ready for sleep. Sioned wasn't.

(SIONED)

"Tell me about your first real love affair," I coaxed. "Tell me
another bed-time story."

"I'm not sure whether my first real affair was love or lust. To
this day, I don't really know what she felt for me or I for her."

"What do you mean?"

"It started the fall of my junior year in college. Susan was in
two of my classes. She was probably the most intelligent student
in either class. She seemed driven to make perfect grades. When
my grades were almost as good as hers, she sought me out and
suggested we work together.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

I didn't know what to say when she first spoke to me.

I had noticed her more than once, even watched her in class. She
was tall and thin, always better dressed than the typical
student, always in a dress or blouse and skirt. Her clothes
seemed to hide her and I could not tell what her breasts were
like. From what little I had seen, her legs were perfectly
shaped. Her hair was long and straight, usually pulled back with
a clasp or held in a ponytail. Her neck was long. Her skin was as
flawless and clear as porcelain. In profile, her face was
sculptured perfection.

I suppose I was puzzled at my own reaction to her. When I sat
quietly and looked at other girls, I could usually find some
feature to turn me on. One girl I saw frequently had a marvelous
ass:  heart-shaped, if you turned the heart upside down. She had
a small waist and full firm hips. I could get an erection just
from watching her walk past me.

But Susan was a puzzle. In spite of her beauty, she projected an
apparent coldness, a seeming lack of sexuality. I tried to find
something about her to evoke the usual response in my crotch.
Perhaps it was the challenge that kept me looking at her.

We found we had the same mid-morning hours free three days of the
week and we began to meet in the student center. We soon
established a routine. The first one to arrive got coffee for
both of us and found an empty table. We usually worked on our
assignments until our class, in the hour just before noon.

I soon learned that she was a local girl, still living at home. I
tried to learn about her family but she was reticent to talk
about her parents. I did learn that her father was a minister in
a fundamentalist Protestant church and that they were rather
strict in their expectations of her. I also learned that she had
a brother, Steve, a couple of years younger than her, in his last
year of high school. When I finally met him, I was surprised to
find that he looked enough like her to be her twin.

Our first date was an early movie, a wild adventure film. At one
point, when the hero was again about to lose his life, she
grabbed my arm and I put my hand in hers. It was the first time
we had touched in any environment that wasn't academic. Her
fingers laced through mine and held on. When I moved my leg
against hers and lowered my hand so that her hand, still in mine,
rested on my leg, she leaned closer to me.  Just the touch of her
hand on my leg, only inches from my crotch, brought my cock to a
swift erection. I tried to will her to take her hand out of mine,
to move it a few inches, but instead, I must have pulled her hand
toward my goal. She looked first toward my face, a questioning
look on hers, and then toward my crotch. I saw a brief flicker of
a smile on her face and then she pulled her hand away. Even in
the half-dark theater, I felt sure she could see my face shining
red with embarrassment.

Since she had an eight o'clock class the next day, I took her
home early, just barely after dark. She walked me through the
house, just long enough to introduce me to her mother and father,
and out the back door. A huge oak tree covered one corner of the
yard and a swing, large enough for two, hung from one of the
branches.

We sat quietly, swinging, and finally I took her hand in mine
again. I tried to guess what she expected of me. With her parents
in the house, I was about to conclude that I would have to settle
for a chaste goodnight kiss.

As if she had read my thoughts, she stood up and led me behind
the tree, so that it sheltered us from the house.

"If you don't kiss me, I'll kill you," she whispered.

I pulled her against me, my arms around her waist, for a quick
touch of my lips against hers. Instead she put her hands behind
my head and held me, refusing to let me go. Her lips opened and
then mine opened to hers, and I felt her tongue teasing mine. 
The sensation sent an instant message to my groin and I pulled
her against me. She seemed to melt against me and her hands slid
down, cupping my buttocks, pulling me even harder against her.

I pulled away for a moment and looked at her. Her eyes were wide
open, looking into mine, sending an unmistakable signal.

I kissed her again, holding her until we were both out of breath.
I was beginning to get an erection and I knew she could feel it.
Her hands were still cupped around me and she was almost grinding
her pelvis against mine. I decided to see how far she would go.

I undid the top button on her blouse and put my mouth on the soft
flesh where her neck joined her shoulder. At the same time, I
reached for one of her hands and pulled it around, between us,
rubbing it against my cock. I had worn loose pants, with boxer
shorts underneath, and my cock had room to grow. It was a full as
it could get while still being held at a downward angle. She
pulled away when I turned her hand loose.

I decided to press the attack a little more, knowing full well
that I was courting disaster, letting my desire take control when
we were so close to her house and her parents. I pulled her
blouse out of her skirt and reached up behind her back to unhook
her bra. She made no protest and, when I slid both hands up in
front, to her breasts, she stood frozen, eyes closed. Her breasts
were small and firm, barely filling my palms. The nipples were
hard and erect. I held her breasts and began kissing her again.
She was breathing deeply now.

When I stooped down, she pulled my face against her. I pulled up
her blouse and sought out one breast with my mouth and sucked on
the nipple. I was amazed at the size and firmness of her nipple.
With her small breasts, I would have expected her to have small
virginal nipples. But hers were large enough to give any baby, or
any lover, something to suck on.

When I straightened up again, to kiss her again, I brought one
hand up between her legs, pulling her skirt up. She spread her
legs slightly to let me cup my hand over her mound, with my
fingers spread back between her legs.

With my other hand, I pulled down my zipper and pulled out my
cock, intending to see if I could get her to hold it. She needed
no cajoling. She sought it out and wrapped her hand around it. I
could feel it growing to full size while she held it. She seemed
to be gasping against my mouth. She slid her hand down to the
head of my cock and then slowly, squeezing it each time, moved it
by stages back down toward the base. She even slid her hand
inside my fly and sought out my balls, holding them awkwardly in
her hand for a moment.

I could feel the heat and moisture seeping out through the thin
fabric of her panties. She was moving against my hand, asking me
to touch her.

I pushed the fabric to one side and slid one finger between the
moist lips. When I found the opening to her, I wondered if she
was still a virgin. She was slick, soaked with her own
secretions, but still tight, so tight that I could feel her
recoil slightly when my finger tried to gain entrance into her. I
knew that desire could open her when nothing else could, so I
began to stroke her, sliding a finger into the tight opening and
then transferring the lubrication upward around her clitoris.
When I touched it, she pushed against me.

She was holding on to my cock for dear life now, almost causing
me pain.

I took my hand away momentarily and then slid it down, palm
against the smooth skin of her stomach, into her panties. With my
middle finger, I stroked her again and again, wanting to give her
as much pleasure as possible, knowing full well that my own
satisfaction, when and if it came, would be even greater with her
complete acquiescence. I pressed my hand against her, my finger
sliding against her clitoris, the tip just inside her vagina,
stroking, pressing, willing her to come. And she did. I felt a
series of contractions on my fingertip and felt her body stiffen
against mine. When I stuck my tongue in her mouth, she sucked on
it with a passion I would never have believed an hour earlier.
Her hand had such a grip on my cock that it was almost painful.

And at that instant, a light at the back of the house came on.
When her mother came out a minute or so later, looking for us, we
were sitting in the swing, our clothes back in place, trying to
look as innocent as possible. She invited us to come in, asking
if we wanted some apple pie she had baked that afternoon. I had
to wait a few more minutes, desperately trying to will an
erection away, until we could get up from the swing.

<><><>

A few days later we were studying together when she brought up
the subject.

"I've never done anything like that before," Susan whispered. I
knew instantly what she was talking about.

"How do you feel about it?" I asked.

"I never thought I could get so hot and want something so much. I
don't know what to think."

"What you felt is the same thing I felt. It's perfectly normal
for both of us to feel that way."

"Have you ever," she hesitated, "made love with a woman?"

"Yes, I had a wonderful woman to teach me how to make love -
before I was sixteen."

"I've never done it before."

"You still haven't done that much. You've had my cock in your
hand. I've had the tip of one finger in you. And you had an
orgasm."

"I wanted more than your finger in me."  I could see that she was
blushing. "I've never talked about anything like this with a man
before."

"I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want, you
know. I'm not going to push you or seduce you. I'm willing to
wait to see what develops. If you make up your mind you're ready,
I'm sure you'll find ways to let me know."

She looked down at the table. "I'm still a virgin, you know."

"Are you afraid of me?  Of what you must do to lose your
virginity?"

She didn't answer.

"Don't be. I promise you, if I'm the first man to make love to
you, you'll be ready. You'll want it more than you've ever wanted
anything in our life. When it's done, you'll know how right it is
- as I did one afternoon. It's as if you'd wondered all your life
about something and suddenly you know exactly what the answer is
and it's miraculous."

"I've been thinking about going to a doctor, to get a
prescription for the pill."

"There're other means of birth control. If we make love, I'll
make sure one of us is doing something to keep you from getting
pregnant.

"When I held you in my hand the other night, it was so hot and so
hard. I wanted it in me so bad my stomach ached. I wanted to feel
it in me, your flesh inside mine, with nothing between us. I'd
hate to have to make love with those rubber things on you."

"I've used them a few times. It's not as good for me. I don't
know how it is for a woman.

"How many different women have you made love with?"

"Very few. There was the older woman, just before I was sixteen.
She taught me a lifetime of learning in one afternoon. There've
been a few others since then, a few times with each."

"If I go on the pill, would you teach me gradually, without going
all the way until I'm sure it's safe?"

"What do you want me to teach you?  Let your feeling be your
guide. You already know everything you need to learn."

"When you made me come the other night, I wanted to do the same
thing to you. I wanted to see you. I've heard enough shower-room
gossip from the girls. I want to use my hand on you to make you
come. I know boys do that to themselves. Can you show me how?"

"Yes, that would be my pleasure."

"We can do that to each other, can't we? There's no danger in
that. And I've heard of other things men and women do to each
other without any danger of getting pregnant."

I smiled. "Are you hinting at oral sex?"

"Have you ever done it?"

"Yes, I've done it to a woman. And I've had a woman do it to me.
It's one of the best things in sex, next to.." I waited until she
was looking at me. "..fucking."

She quickly picked up her books. "Come on. We'll be late for
class."

<><><>

A few days later, we went for a walk in the neighborhood near her
house, just as the last of the twilight was fading. Her father's
church, when we came near, was dark, the huge hardwood trees
looming over the old building.

We had been walking apart, hardly touching, not even holding
hands, to try to give anyone who might be watching the impression
that we were nothing more than friends. Just as we turned the
corner near the side of the church, she caught my hand and pulled
me behind the shrubs, into a dark area with steps leading down
into a basement door.

"Be quiet. There shouldn't be anybody in the church or there
would be lights on. This door is kept locked but I borrowed the
key."

She led me carefully down the steps toward the door, and then
fumbled with the key, trying to find the lock. After a moment,
she succeeded, and the door swung open into darkness.

"Hold my hand and be careful. I know my way in the dark and if
you walk behind me, you shouldn't bump anything."

She led me through one basement room, into a hallway, and then
into another room. I stood still, unable to see anything, and she
shut the door. I could hear her sliding a bolt home and I guessed
that we were in some room that could be secured from the inside.

I waited, wondering what she had in mind. A few feet away from me
I could hear her moving, the rustle of cloth, the shuffle of
feet.

When she found me with her outstretched hand, I reached out to
hold her. She was nude. I ran one hand over her shoulder, down
her side, to her hip. I held my breath and brought my other hand
forward, toward her stomach, and felt the soft down of her pubic
hair. I slid it upward and found her bare breasts, the nipples
already erect against my palm.

She began to unbutton my shirt and I let her strip it off me. As
usual, I wore jeans without a belt. Almost as one motion, she
unzipped them, pulled the fly apart, and pushed them down over my
hips. I kicked my sneakers off and she bent over to pull my jeans
off each leg. I still had on my briefs.

Her hands sought out my crotch, cupping my testicles, feeling for
my cock. I could feel it swell even larger at her touch,
straining against the fabric, wanting to be released to come to
full erection.

"I see my brother, Steve, like this sometimes," she whispered in
the darkness. "My parents would probably think we're committing a
horrible sin but we tease each other. Sometimes he wears briefs
that are as skimpy as any of mine. When there's nobody else home,
he'll take a bath and come out of the bathroom with nothing else
on, down the hall and even into my room. I've been tempted more
than once to pull them down, to see what he has in there that
makes such a bulge. Does that shock you?"

Her hands continued to stroke me through the fabric of my briefs.

"Why do you think he acts like that?"

"I think he's as confused as I am. Our father is always preaching
in the church about the sins of the flesh. He's said more than
once we'd be damned to hell if we do it before we're married.
Steve's named after him. He may carry the same name as our father
but he doesn't feel the same way about religion. We've talked
about sex a little and neither of us feels it's a sin to want to
have sex."

"Tell me what you do to tease him."

"I went in his bedroom once, after a bath, with only a towel on.
I pretended I had an eyelash in my eye and asked him to get it
out. When he was only inches away, trying to see if there was
something in my eye, I dropped the towel. I picked it up
immediately but not before he got a very good look at me. I leave
my door slightly open when I'm dressing, knowing me can see in
from his room."

"I think you're both playing a dangerous game," I whispered.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" she asked.

"I have one of each. Alan is five years older than I am. Kara is
three years older than me."

"Does Alan have one, you know, like yours?"

"Sure, he does. All guys do."  I knew what she was getting at but
I pretended to be dumb.

"I mean, does he have one as big as yours?"

"It looks about the same to me. When we were growing up, we
shared the same bedroom; I saw it almost every day. I've seen him
with a hard-on too and I don't think we're that different. He's
more like our father then I am, with more hair on his chest and
stomach and it's darker than mine is. I'm more like our mother,
more fair and blond."

"Have you ever seen your sister, when she was naked?" she asked.

"Not really, at least not since she was a little kid. Our parents
have always been very casual about nudity. Kara became more
bashful when she turned into a woman."

"There's a shelf near the door with candles and matches on it,"
she said. "See if you can find one and light it."

I inched my way toward the door, hands outstretched, feeling for
the shelf. I found the door, the shelf beside it, and the
candles. Finally I found the box of matches and used one to light
a candle. When the room filled with the soft light, I turned
toward her.

She was tall and thin, rounded in the hips but still slim and
boyish. Her breasts were only slight mounds, as though she was
still developing. Only the large nipples gave away her maturity.
Her small thatch of pubic hair was light brown.

The room we were in contained a large couch and a few folding
chairs, with little else.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"It's a basement room with no windows. It's used mainly for
weddings. This is where the bride usually prepares for the
wedding ceremony."

I walked back to her. I knelt in front of the couch, dripped a
small amount of wax onto the floor, and stuck the candle in it.
When I stood up, she held out her arms for me.

She met me with an open-mouthed, hungry kiss that seemed to go on
and on. I let my hands roam all over her back and then cupped
them around her bare buttocks, pulling her against me. I had not
taken off my briefs, waiting to see what she would do. After I
had seen her eagerness in taking off my shirt and pants, the way
she looked at me almost nude, I wanted her to have the pleasure
of taking off the one last thing that hid from her what I knew
she wanted.

At length, she pushed me away from her and turned me so that the
candle lighted the front of my body. She looked down at my crotch
and I waited, my heart pounding, my mouth open, to see what she
would do.

She turned her hands, palms toward my stomach, fingers extended
downward, and began to slide them into the elastic of my briefs.
When her fingertips touched the base of my cock, I thought I
would come within seconds. When she reached farther, holding my
cock in her hands, her fingers curled around under my balls, I
held my breath, waiting.

She knelt on one knee and slowly pulled my shorts down, her eyes
eagerly fastened on my cock, watching it appear. When the head
was free, it sprang out toward her face. By the time I stepped
out of my briefs, my cock was almost fully distended. She stood
and watched as it grew and lifted, first horizontally toward her,
and then at a slight upward angle.

"I had never touched a man," she whispered, "before the other
night."

"Be honest," I said. "What you mean is that you'd never touched a
man's cock before, isn't it?"

"Yes. Can I do what I want to you?  I want to play with you, to
make you come, while I watch. Can I do that?"

"Will you let me to the same thing to you later?  To show you
that you can enjoy the same things a man enjoys. There isn't much
difference in the way we feel about sex, you know?"

She led my by the hand to the couch and then pushed me down until
I was flat on my back. I moved back, with my head on the arm of
the couch, so that I could watch her.

She swung one leg over me and straddled my legs, sitting on my
thighs. The candlelight was just enough to let me see through her
fine thatch of pubic hair to the open lips within. I could see
the small opening there, pink and glistening.

The sight made my cock grow even harder, standing at a stiff
angle, moving spasmodically as though it had a will of its own.

She reached forward with one hand, curling it around my cock and
sliding it down to retract the foreskin completely, exposing the
head to her. She slid her hand down farther to my balls, lifting
them and feeling the movement of the testicles in my scrotum. The
look on her face told my how fascinated she was with the way a
man was made.

"Show my how to do it," she said.

I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked it slowly upward,
bringing my foreskin forward to cover the head, and then
downward, exposing the head again. She watched my slow motion
demonstration and then pushed my hand away, replacing it with
hers. At first her movements were as slow as mine had been. I let
her have her way, watching first her hand and then her face, as
she delighted in watching what she was doing to me.

As always, a drop or two of clear lubrication appeared at the tip
of my cock. I had learned long ago that I was a little unusual in
that respect. Most men evidently have so little pre-coital
lubrication that it never shows. Mine flows constantly when I'm
aroused; the head of my cock is almost always wet when I play
with it.

She stopped, looking first at the moisture and then at my face,
questioning without saying a word.

I took her hand in mine, holding her index finger, and rubbed it
first in the mucoid fluid and then over the head of my cock,
letting her feel how slick it made the skin, knowing she would
realize its purpose. She was fascinated.

She began to stroke me again, squeezing on the upstroke, almost
milking me. In a moment, a few more drops appeared. She touched
her finger to them and then rubbed two of her fingers together,
just a few inches from her face. And then she did something I
could hardly believe. She put one finger in her mouth, sucking on
it, evidently curious as to how it would taste. Just watching her
with her eyes closed, one finger in her mouth, my cock swelled
even harder and I knew I was going to come within seconds when
she put her hand on me.

"You taste good," she whispered.

"When I come, it's not going to be just drops like that," I
whispered. "And it's not going to just ooze out. You're going to
make a mess on either you or me or both of us, depending on where
you've got it pointed."

She smiled and put both hands back on me, one cupping and playing
with my balls, the other sliding up and down my cock. In a
moment, my breathing became faster. I'm sure she could feel the
muscles in my legs and stomach tightening. I closed my eyes,
feeling my orgasm building, giving in to it. Her strokes became
faster and faster.

At that moment when I reached the point of no return, when I felt
the first contraction start the first ejaculatory squirt of semen
out of my body, I opened my eyes to watch her. She was holding my
cock leaned slightly toward her and the first and second spurts
flew the short distance to her chest, both landing almost cleanly
in the cleft between her breasts. As she continued to stroke, she
moved my cock so that it tilted more toward me. The next couple
of spurts lofted upward almost a foot and fell on her hand, the
last few sprinkled my stomach from just above my navel down into
my pubic hair.

When I could catch my breath, I said, "I warned you."  She was
still slowly stroking my cock. I reached down and held her hand
still.

She looked curiously at the opalescent semen on her hand and, as
before, rubbed it with one finger, curious to see what it was
like. I caught her hand and rubbed it in the come on my stomach
and then used my fingers to smear the deposit on her chest over
her breasts.

"It won't hurt you. If we're not careful, you can get pregnant
from it, but outside your body it can't do anybody any harm."

I pulled her down on top of me, feeling her breasts and stomach
against mine, my cock imprisoned between our stomachs, our skin
almost sticking together with my semen. We must have stayed like
that for four or five minutes, drowning in open-mouthed kisses,
my cock still half-hard between us, rubbing against each other. I
knew she wanted it and I wanted more than anything to bury my
cock in her, to leave a deposit so deep inside her she could
taste it.

At length, she pulled away to catch her breath. "I've got to get
off of you. If I stay here any longer, I'm going to have your
cock in me. I want it so bad it hurts."

She held it again in her hand and milked it upward toward the
head, bringing out the last few oozing drops of come. And then
she did something that I would have never expected her to do
without coaxing. She leaned forward and took the head of my cock
in her mouth, sucking on it briefly, exploring it with her lips
and tongue.

When she straightened up, she smiled. "You do taste good, you
know."

"I don't know. But I do know you amaze me. For someone who knows
almost nothing about sex, you're certainly a quick learner."

"Do you mean you don't know what it tastes like?  Aren't you
curious about things like that?"

"I guess I just never thought about it."

She moved back over me, bringing her breasts above my face. "It's
on my breasts," she whispered. "I want you to lick them clean."

How could any man refuse a request like that?

<><><>

(SIONED)

I interrupted Kieran's story.

"Would you do that with me?"

"What?"

"Come on my breasts and rub it all over and then lick it off."

"Yeah, if you'll let me put some Hershey's chocolate syrup on
your strawberries. I love strawberries with chocolate and cream."

"Damn, just thinking about it's one more log on my fire, Kieran.
Here, put you finger in my cunt. Feel how wet I am."

He turned over on his side toward me and got his finger in place
while he picked up with his story.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

For the next half-hour or so, Susan and I lay crowded side by
side on the couch, kissing until we were breathless, then talking
quietly about what we had been doing and what we wanted to do. I
learned she was surprisingly naive about sex, eager to learn but
uninformed about what men and women did to each other.

"You said you had never touched a man's penis before. Was that
the truth?" I asked.

"Yes. I've touched a boy, but never a man."

"Who was the boy?"

"My brother."

"Tell me about it."

"Steve and I slept in the same room until I was eight years old
and he was seven. Sometimes one of us would sneak into the
other's bed. We'd fool around and play with each other and it
wasn't long before we started stripping naked so we could compare
the way we were made. I can still remember how his penis would
grow from the size of my finger to twice or more that size. It
would be so hard, almost rigid. And it always sprang back into
the same position every time I moved it.

"Did you ever try to do more than just play around?"

"I don't think it ever really entered our minds. I know I didn't
know how it was done and I don't think he did either. Maybe
because we were preacher's kids, we didn't learn about sex as
early as the other kids. They were reluctant to talk to us about
it, as though we were different."

"Did someone catch you and make you move to separate rooms?"

"No. We moved into a larger house about that time. I still
remember being confused because we weren't allowed to sleep in
the same room."

"Did you ever see your brother's cock after that, after he was
past puberty?"

"Once or twice, when he was taking a bath and I walked in by
accident. His is not as big as yours is. It's sort of long and
slim like he is. And he's been circumcised."

"Did you ever see him with a hard-on?"

"Yes, once when he was sleeping."

"How did that happen?"

"About a year ago, he overslept when he was supposed to be up to
go to high-school. My mother told me to go up and wake him. When
I went in his bedroom, he was still asleep, with his cover kicked
off. He was sleeping in short pajamas, on his back. His penis was
sticking out the fly, so hard it was standing at an angle over
his stomach. I stood and looked at it for a minute and then went
back out, closed his door, and banged on it. When I opened the
door this time he had the covers pulled up. I saw my father's
once, too, when I was little."

"And how did that happen?"

"Our bedrooms were upstairs. When I was about nine, I think it
was in January, I came downstairs to get a glass of milk. I must
have been well after midnight and I didn't expect anybody to be
up. There was a fire in the living room fireplace and just enough
light from that for me to see. As I came down the stairs, I heard
some sounds from the living room that I couldn't identify. When I
was part way down the stairs, I peeked in and saw my mother and
father. She was bending over a chair, with her nightgown thrown
over her back. My father was behind her, with his pajamas down
around his ankles. He was moving against her fanny and I couldn't
imagine what they were doing. When he pulled away from her, I saw
his cock, silhouetted against the fire. It was huge and red and
shiny. He held her by the hip with one hand and with the other he
held his cock and guided it back into her. I heard her say three
words:  "Oh God, Steve."   When I heard that I was so terrified
that I ran back up the stairs. I couldn't imagine where he was
putting it into her."

"What did you think about him afterward?"

"I felt he was nothing but a hypocrite, doing something like that
to my mother on Saturday night, and then preaching about the sins
of lust on the next Sunday morning."

"You said you wanted me to teach you about sex. Did you mean
that?" I asked. "There are all sorts of things we can do before
we get around to the best part of all?"

"I want you to teach me," she whispered. "I want to do
everything. You promised to go slow with me. I've got an
appointment with the doctor next week. After that, I want you to
fuck me so completely that there'll be nothing virginal left
about me."

I sat up on the couch and pulled her upright. When I knelt on the
floor between her legs, she guessed what I wanted to do to her.

"Blow out the candle. I don't want you looking at me"

"Why not?"

"I'm not pretty down there. I don't want you to see it."

"What's it?  Do you mean your cunt?"

"Yes."

"You said you were going to let me teach you. I want you to begin
by saying 'cunt'."

"Cunt."

"Say, I want you to look at my cunt."

"I want you to look at my cunt."

"Did you enjoy looking at my cock and balls?  Were they ugly to
you?"

"No, they were beautiful. I've seen pictures of men before,
sometimes with erections. But yours is so smooth and the skin is
so white except for the head. I'm glad you're not as hairy as the
men in the pictures."

"Looking at you, at your cunt, can be just as beautiful to me.
Don't ever be ashamed of it."

I pulled her forward until her hips rested just on the edge of
the couch and then slowly pulled her legs apart. She leaned back,
eyes closed, waiting for whatever I wanted to do, opening up to
me.

The hair on her mound was light brown and relatively sparse. Most
of it was tangled in one small area above her cunt, with very
little extending down between her thighs. The impression was that
of a young girl years younger than I knew she was, almost
pre-pubescent.

I began to stroke her legs with both hands, gradually working my
way upward, moving down to the inside of her thighs, toward her
cunt. My heart was racing away and I had a throbbing hard on
again.

I coaxed her legs apart more and more, pulling her gradually
forward. When my thumb touched the clitoral shaft, she gasped. I
leaned closer, my face only inches away from her cunt. With both
thumbs, I began to open her, to pull the few hairs out of the
way, to pull apart the soft mounds on each side of the opening.
The soft pink lips inside were as delicate as flower petals,
looking virginal and untouched. I wet one finger with my saliva
and began to rub them, stroking, teasing them to part and reveal
the opening into her. In the candlelight, she unfolded like a
flower in slow-motion photography, gradually revealing the deeper
pink and red just inside the lips, glistening with her own
moisture. I alternated between thumb of right hand and finger of
left, thumb stroking upward from wet vagina up to the hard bump
of her clitoris, finger sliding gradually deeper and deeper into
her. In a few minutes, I had one finger buried deep inside her. I
let it remain still for a while and then began to move it gently
in and out, finger-fucking her as a poor substitute for what I
wanted to do. Her eyes were still closed.

With one finger still in her, I leaned forward and kissed her
softly on the inside of first one thigh and then the other. I
gradually moved my mouth upward, toward the center of her and as
I did, I opened my mouth, using my tongue to tease, my lips to
suck on the silky-smooth skin. At the juncture of leg and body, I
fastened my mouth on her, just an inch or so away from her cunt,
first biting gently and then sucking strong enough to leave my
mark on her. I wanted her to see it for the next few days and to
think about me.

When I moved my lips the last inch or two and brought my tongue
in contact with her, she seemed to flow forward against my face,
to open even more to me. I traced down the hard little shaft and
sought out the hard bump at the bottom. I moved my hands away and
put my mouth totally open against her cunt, my tongue first
teasing open the soft slippery lips into her and then licking
upward at her clitoris. Perhaps it was only a few minutes but it
seemed like hours to me. I used my tongue and lips and teeth and
mouth on her in every way I could. My face was wet with the
mixture of my saliva and her lubrication. She was squirming now,
moving against me, her hands in my hair, holding me against her.

I brought my hands back into play. I wet my left thumb with our
juices and began to stroke her on that smooth bridge between cunt
and asshole, teasing, touching. With my right hand, I inserted
first just one finger into her and worked it in and out, feeling
all tightness disappear. In a minute or so, I gently inserted
another finger and continued to push in and out, again feeling
her cunt open to me even more. At last, I leaned forward and
brought my tongue back against her clitoris, licking hard again
and again. She pulled back a little as though I had hurt her but
in the next instant, she pushed forward. Again and again, she
thrust against my hand and mouth. I could hear her moaning and
breathing raggedly.

Suddenly, she caught her breath and I felt the contractions of
her orgasm on my fingers. I tried to time my tongue to the rhythm
of her vaginal muscles, holding my fingers still inside her. When
the constrictions died way, I began to move my fingers slowly in
and out of her again. Her hand came down from my head and held my
wrist, asking me to stop. When I refused, she pulled my hair with
the other hand. When I still refused to stop, she gave in to me.
In a few minutes, I knew that, virgin or not, her cunt was big
enough to hold my cock. I silently resolved she would soon have
it, in cunt, in mouth, in asshole, and if she had other orifices
large enough, I would fuck her there too. I plunged my fingers in
and out repeatedly, willing her to come again. And shortly she
obeyed her master.

<><><>

(SIONED)

"Can we put your story on pause, Kieran? I'm getting sleepy and
there's something I want to do before I fall asleep. You can
finish with it tomorrow."

I'd started playing with his dick when he resumed his story after
my first interruption. He'd been hard so long it was drooling and
I'd been smearing it on the head of his dick with my thumb. Damn,
it was slippery stuff. He wouldn't need it to grease the way into
me.

I got what I wanted: an old-fashioned fuck with him on top, my
arms around him with my hands on his ass, my legs wrapped around
his, his mouth fastened to mine, his dick working away like a
piston. I think I was coming continuously for a few minutes
before he finally unloaded in me.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

The rain, snow, sleet, ice storm passed quickly during the night.
It dumped a layer of ice on top of the previous snow layer and
then put a few more inches of snow on top of that. The sun was
back out and the reflection off the snow and ice was blinding. I
went out once to see if there had been any damage. There wasn't.
I knew we couldn't let the kids out; it just wasn't safe.

We let them watch cartoons in the early morning and then got them
to help cook with us for lunch. We made double-chocolate brownies
for dessert and then an Italian stew. I browned a pound of
Italian sausage while Sioned and the kids got everything else
ready. I held Kerry in my lap and let him hold onto the knife
while we cut the sausage into slices. The stew was ready as soon
as the potatoes cooked.

The Italian stew was something we all liked. I thought it was
perfect on a cold winter day. Kavan ate like he'd never had a
full meal. Arial even followed my example and wiped up the last
of the tomato sauce with pieces of bread. I mashed up Kerry's
potatoes in the tomato sauce and cut his sausage up smaller so he
could feed himself. He made his usual mess but nobody cared. The
kitchen was almost kid-proof.

The kids wanted to go out but I knew it wasn't safe. I let them
put on their boots and coats and took them out on the deck. They
discovered that they could stomp down and break through the thin
ice layer into the snow below. After they'd made a mess on the
deck, I let them look all around through my binoculars. It was
below freezing. When I told them to go back inside, they didn't
protest.

I unwrapped them back down to sweats and socks and took them into
our bedroom. I propped them up at the head of the bed, pulled the
comforter over their legs, and gave them the remote control for
the television. They were content.

Sioned and I want in the living room or, as I sometimes called
it, the music room. I had a reasonably-expensive sound system
there and I wanted to listen to the Metropolitan Opera. Gounod's
Faust was being broadcast and I never tired of hearing it. At the
first intermission, Sioned asked if I was ready to resume my
story.

<><><>

For the next few weeks, Susan and I were at each other
constantly, both in a state of never-quite-satisfied sexual
desire. We found secluded spots where we were never certain that
we would not be discovered and the danger of being caught in the
act only added to our hunger for each other.

In the weeks I had known her, I had asked her more than once to
go running with me. As slim as she was, I knew she would like
that form of exercise as much as I did. I finally convinced her
to let me help her buy running shoes and a lightweight running
outfit.

We met one afternoon at the gym on campus and went to the locker
rooms to change. When she came out in her running shorts, with
her long legs and with her hair in a ponytail, I could feel an
immediate response in my cock.

After stretching exercises to warm up, I set a slow pace, along
the running trail near the river. When we stopped for a few
minutes, she was silent, not her usual self. I asked her what was
wrong and she insisted there was nothing. I ran on with her for
another section of the trail and then led her up the hill, to a
secluded spot where I usually rested. Some one had made a bench,
out of a single large timber, between two trees. I straddled the
bench and leaned against one tree. She leaned against the other
facing me.

"Why are you so quiet today?" I asked.

"I did something last night that I shouldn't have done," she
answered.

"Tell me about it."

"I'm ashamed of it. But at the same time, I'll admit it made me
so hot for you that I don't want us to wait much longer."

"What happened?" I prompted.

"I was sitting in the back yard, in the swing, after dark, when I
saw the light in Steve's room come on. He came to the window and
closed the blinds. I suppose that aroused my curiosity. I waited
a few minutes and then sneaked up to his window. From the side I
could see into the room. He was stretched out on the bed, naked,
with a magazine. I could see naked women in it. He was playing
with his penis and testicles, looking at the pictures. He
gradually got an erection, a hard-on, as you call it. I must have
watched him for almost ten minutes. He looked at the picture and
used his hand on himself. His cock is almost as long as yours but
not as big. I got so hot my stomach actually hurt. When he came,
he let it fall on his chest and stomach. I wanted so much for him
to be able to do that inside a girl, where it belonged."

"You talk about your brother a lot. Do your feelings about him
cause you problems?"

"I know I shouldn't even think of him in any sort of sexual way.
But we've always been close. I've been in such a state of
confusion the last couple of months, I don't know what I feel."

"Pretend I'm your brother, here and now. Let me play the role.
Tell me what to do."

"Take it out. Take your cock and balls out and let me see you."

"I can't with this supporter I've got on under my shorts."

"Take it off and then put your shorts back on."

I did as she asked, quickly pulling my running shorts down and
then the supporter. In only a few seconds, I was back in my
shorts. I sat down again on the bench, straddling it, facing her.
With one hand, I slowly pulled the loose shorts to one side,
exposing myself to her.

"Show me yours," I said.

She pulled her shorts to one side, exposing the white cotton
briefs underneath. Then slowly, she pulled the briefs to one
side, exposing herself to me.

"Do it to yourself," she whispered.

"I will if you will."

With her left hand, she held her shorts and briefs aside. With
her right, she began a tentative stroking on the soft mounds on
each side of her cunt, using just her two index fingers. Her eyes
were fastened on my cock and so I responded with the same sort of
slow stroking motion, to let her know that I would respond in
like-kind to whatever she did.

Gradually she moved her fingers into the cleft between her
thighs, lightly touching the area where I knew her clitoris could
be found. She rubbed in a circular motion for a minute or so and
then began to insert her fingers into her vagina, spreading her
moisture over the lips of her cunt and over the clitoral shaft.

With my left hand, I did the same, holding my shorts to one side,
while I stroked my cock with my right.

For the next few minutes, we both watched each other. I could
feel my orgasm waiting just seconds away but I wanted to hold
back, to see if I could tell when she came. Finally, she
stiffened, closing her eyes and holding her breath, while she
held two fingers buried in her cunt, and I knew she had. When I
came, there was no doubt on her part. I laid down a trail of
white puddles on the bench between us, stretching most of the
three feet or so to her cunt. When we got up a minute or so
later, I would have sworn there was a wet spot where she had been
sitting.

<><><>

For the next week, we were both too busy with class work to have
much time for each other. When I tried to get her alone, she
resisted, teasing me but holding firm in saying no. When I
stopped by her house late on Friday afternoon, I found her in the
back yard, reading in the swing under the oak tree.

"Why have you been avoiding me all week?"  I asked.

"Because I wanted to," she responded, and then continued, with a
smile, "and I intend to avoid you totally for one more week."

I thought I understood what she was implying but I wanted to be
sure. "What do you mean?"

"Because in eight more days, one week from tomorrow, we're going
to be busy all day. You're going to take me on a picnic with a
group from the college. Except we're going to be the only ones in
the group."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I may have another date on that day.
I'll have to check my calendar."

"Well, I can always find someone else to take me. I'm sure there
are lots of young men who would enjoy a picnic, alone all day
with me. I'm sure there will be lots of interesting things to do.
There might even be something good to eat...or something good for
other purposes."

I knew when to be serious and when to tease.

"What time do you want me to pick you up?"

<><><>

She was ready at nine o'clock, in sneakers, jeans, and knit
shirt, when I came for her. I had packed a cooler with the wine
and beer she had asked me to get. She had packed another cooler
with food for the two of us. She also carried an old quilt. I
didn't ask what it was for.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as we drove away from her house.

"Out in the country, less than an hour's drive, to some property
my grandfather still owns. It was his father's and mother's farm.
Most of it is not used now. Their old house is still standing,
about a mile off the main road. The road back to there is closed
and we may not be able to drive in all the way. There's a creek
just before we get to the house and the bridge has been out for
years."

While we rode, she told me about her great grandparents on her
father's side, who had lived on the farm for almost sixty years,
raising eight children, five girls and three boys. The quilt had
been made by her great grandmother.

When she pointed out the almost overgrown dirt road, I pulled off
slowly in front of an iron gate blocking the way. She jumped out,
opened a huge lock, and then swung open the gate. I pulled in and
waited while she closed it behind us and got back in the car.

I made my way slowly along the old road, trying to avoid rocks
and roots and brush. It took us another ten minutes to cover the
short distance to the creek. I could see the old house standing
on a knoll on the other side.

We found one huge timber, from one side of the bridge, still
standing solidly above the creek, and we crossed on that.

The old house was still dry and reasonably well preserved, its
tin roof still protecting it. Inside it was dark and cool, the
rooms all empty.

"When we were small, my parents used to bring us here for
picnics. I never knew my great grandparents but my father did.
He's told me some unbelievable stories about them. They both
lived to be almost ninety years old and both died in this house.
Do you think they might be here watching us?"

"I doubt it. If they had eight children here, their ghosts might
still be in one of the bedrooms making love."

"Can you imagine that?  Having eight children. I wonder how it
was to make love when there was almost no way to protect yourself
against having a baby?"

She led me back outside, into the sunlight again. When I asked
where we were going, she held my hand and led me along a path
that was almost overgrown, back down to the creek and then along
the bank.

"There's a spot just up the creek where the water runs over some
rocks. Just below that, there was always a pool deep enough for
us to play when we were kids, with a sandy area just down from
the pool. We always had out picnics there or in the cleared area
beside the creek."

We found the pool, still clear and deep, with a large area of
clean brown sand just below it. The area beside the creek, once a
field cleared and farmed, was now overgrown with grass and filled
with wild flowers.

"Let's play in the pool later," Susan said. "I want to clear an
area in the middle of all these flowers for us. Do you think we
can do that?"

We pushed our way through until we were surrounded, up to our
waist in grass and flowers. I used my feet to mark off a square,
bending the flowers always in the same direction. She watched for
a moment and then began to help me. By the time we had pushed
down a large square, we were both sweating.

I spread the quilt over the crushed flowers and grass and put our
two coolers on separate corners. I sat down for a moment to pull
my sneakers and socks off and then stood up to pull off my shirt.
When I stood up, she was following my example. She had worn no
bra under her knit shirt and we stood for a moment looking at
each other, both bare-chested.

She moved closer to me and ran her hands over my shoulders and
chest. She seemed surprised to find that my nipples, though small
in comparison to hers, could become erect little knobs.

"I'd love to have a cold beer," she said. "My father won't allow
it in the house. Maybe that's why I like it, especially when I'm
hot."

I opened bottles for both of us. She drank hers in thirsty
swallows, like a man, and I did the same, both of us watching the
other.

She handed me her empty bottle and I returned both to the cooler.
When I turned around again, she pulled me to the middle of the
quilt. Before I could move, she reached for the button and then
the zipper on my jeans. She bent to pull them down and when she
saw what I had on underneath, a pair of cobalt-blue briefs, she
smiled up at me. I stood on first one leg and then the other, my
hand on her shoulder, while she pulled my jeans off my legs. When
she stood up, I did the same for her, and I was just as pleased
as she had been when I found she had worn a pair of lacy pink
panties that were just as skimpy as mine were.

"Could we wait just a few more minutes?" she asked. "I want to
rest here on my great grandmother's quilt and watch the clouds
and let the sun soak into me. Could we do that?"

She was a feast for the senses spread out on the old quilt. Her
hair sparkled gold in the sun. Her skin was like cream, touched
with pink, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat in places. Her
breasts were whitest of all, tipped with pinkish-brown aureoles
and darker nipples which stood up already in erection. Her long
legs were spread apart, welcoming the sun, and the pink panties
were even more enticing when I realized that I would soon have
them off her and would have my cock deep in what was hidden for
now.

I joined her for a few minutes, lying first on my back, watching
the clouds slowly pass overhead, and then on my stomach, my eyes
closed, enjoying the warmth of the Indian summer weather. When I
stood up at last, she propped on her elbows, watching me.

I waded into the sea of flowers, picking as wide a variety as I
could find. When I came back to the quilt and to her, she watched
still as I began to pull the petals off the flowers, dropping
them over her body. She waited quietly, letting me spread the
pink and yellow and white petals over her. I threw the stripped
stems away.

"Now, would you like me to deflower you?" I asked.

<><><>

Sioned interrupted the story again.

"Oh, come on, Kieran. You didn't really say that, did you? 
Deflower?"

She had my sweat pants down below my hips and was playing with my
dick as I tried to concentrate on how that afternoon with Susan
had happened.

"OK, I guess I didn't. But I really did put the wildflowers all
over her. Every time I think about it, I wish I had said it.
Getting her cherry with all those flowers on her. I wish you
could have seen her.

I heard footsteps and Kavan and Kerry walked into the room. Kerry
looked at what Sioned was doing with my dick.

"Are you going to let us watch?" he asked.

"Watch what?" I answered, not making the connection,

"You know, Dad, watch you and Mom. If you're going to do it, can
we watch? I'll go get Arial."

I was tempted. Sioned was trying to keep from laughing.

"No, Kerry, we did it last night. We're not going to do it again.
We're just playing."

"Oh, well, can we have some brownies for dessert? We're hungry."

Sioned went to the kitchen with them. She yelled at me from the
kitchen.

"I put some ice CREAM on their CHOCOLATE brownies. Would you like
some?"

I had to settle for real brownies and real ice cream. When I
finished, Sioned made me start my story again.

<><><>

I stood over Susan, my shadow falling on her face, waiting for
her reply. She hesitated for just a moment, her gaze moving
downward from my face toward my crotch and then back to my eyes.

She said just one word, "Yes."

I pointed to my briefs.

"Take these off."

She knelt in front of me, her hands moving up my legs, cupping my
ass, stroking me until I was sure she had memorized the feel of
me. I waited, hardly able to breathe, for her to touch the front
of my briefs. When she did, she held me with both hands and
leaned forward, burying her face in the blue fabric, breathing in
the scent of me. Her mouth opened and then closed as she tried to
catch the thin fabric in her teeth. Again and again she tried as
I watched. Once she caught fabric and skin and I pulled away. She
grabbed me behind my legs and pulled me back. With both hands,
she reached up to the waistband, pulled down, and slowly, oh so
slowly, my briefs gave way, turning inside out. When she had
pulled them down a few inches, my cock sprang out, in her face.
She held on, pulling still, until they were around my knees. Only
then did I offer any assistance, stepping out with first one leg
and then the other.

By the time she looked back, my penis was almost fully erect,
pointing at her face. My testicles were hanging low, as they
always did when I was warm but not aroused. I knew that my
scrotum would soon draw them snugly up to the base of my cock.

"I never knew a man's cock could be so beautiful. It's so
straight and white and the head is so smooth. You're bigger than
most men, aren't you?"

"How many men have you seen," I asked.

"I've told you. I've seen my father once and my brother a few
times since he grew up. Yours is bigger than theirs."

"Are you afraid of me because of that?" I asked.

"A little," she whispered.

"Don't be. I promise that I won't hurt you. Whatever we do here
today, it will be because you want it."

<><><>

As I lay down beside her, I resolved to be slow and patient with
her, to build her desire into such a fever pitch that she would
never forget this day. I also resolved to fuck her thoroughly, to
take her virginity in every way I could, to repay her for having
to wait for the last two months.

At first we lay side by side, trying to be close but unable to
find an arrangement comfortable for our arms. I pushed her onto
her back and kissed her, lingering in an open-mouthed interplay
of lips and teeth and tongue. When I moved downward, I buried my
face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, tasting her sweaty
skin with my open mouth. When I moved to her breasts, her nipples
were standing hard and erect. I fastened my mouth on one and
played with the other with my fingers.

"I love that," she whispered.

I alternated from one breast to the other, using my tongue to
gently lick them all over and my mouth to suck on the hard
nipples. At one point, when I tried to pull as much as possible
of her breast into my mouth, her hands came up and held my head
firmly against her.

When I moved downward, I stopped at her navel and used my tongue
again to tease and lick, knowing that she would understand this
as a sample of what would happen when I moved lower still.

Finally, I moved down once more, spreading her legs and kneeling
between them. With the sunlight on her, still strewn with flower
petals, with the lacy pink panties still hiding her cunt from me,
she was the most desirable woman any man could imagine. I could
feel the blood throbbing in my cock and balls and I ached with
hunger for her.

I pulled her legs up into a knees-bent position and leaned
forward and kissed her on the pink fabric covering her cunt. I
heard a swift intake of breath and she whispered, "I love that,
too."

I played with her, trying to use my tongue to push the lacy
fabric to one side, to get at her, first one side and then the
other. In a few minutes, the crotch of her panties was wet,
either from my saliva or from her secretions. I could smell the
musky scent of her and it only added to my determination to do
everything I could think of to her.

When she lifted her hips up from the quilt, I knew she wanted me
to take off her panties. I pulled them off her hips and, moving
to one side, off her legs. She returned to the same position, but
this time totally exposed to my eyes and to my hands and mouth. I
took one long breath, pushed her legs apart as far as possible,
and brought my tongue upward from the soft mounds of her
buttocks, through the petal-like inner lips of her vagina, to her
clitoris. A few minutes later, she had her first orgasm of the
day.

<><><>

When I moved on top of her, I held myself supported on both
elbows, my cock sandwiched between us, pressed against her
stomach. For a few minutes, I did nothing more than kiss her,
pushing my tongue into her mouth, teasing her to do the same to
me and, when she did, sucking her tongue into my mouth. At the
same time, I pressed my cock against her, sliding it back and
forth, wanting her to feel it hot and hard against her stomach,
waiting for her to give me a signal when she was ready.

When I felt her hands seek out the cheeks of my ass, I moved away
from her to find room. With one hand, I guided the head of my
cock downward until I felt the warmth and moisture between the
soft lips of her cunt. I pushed gently and then retreated, pushed
again and waited. I tried to will myself to be patient, until she
opened to me as much as possible, knowing that my own pleasure
would be even more when she was a totally-willing partner. I was
a little unsure whether I would hurt her. I knew that a virgin
sometimes had a hymen that was an obstacle to a man's cock and
that sometimes there was some pain and even blood. But regardless
of pain or blood or anything else, I was determined to fuck her.

Just as I pushed gently one more time, I felt her hands on my
buttocks, pulling me into her. I heard her gasp in my ear as the
head of my cock slid into her. Her cunt was tight, tighter than
any I had ever experienced. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of
my mind, I wondered what had happened to her hymen, her
maidenhead, as I had been called in a book I once read. Sensing a
stiffness in her body, I waited patiently for her to relax and to
give me a signal to put it in deeper.

Her arms wrapped around my back and I felt her spread her legs
further apart, wrapping them around me, her knees on each side of
my waist, her heels locked just behind my ass, pressing against
me. I pushed against her again and felt my cock slid a little
deeper into hot moist flesh. I withdrew until just the head was
in her and then pressed forward again and again, each time
feeling her cunt open to me, letting my cock in deeper. It seemed
like an eternity but I am sure it was just a few minutes later
that I was buried to the hilt in her, my belly pressed tightly
against hers, my pubic bone against hers, my balls snuggled up
tight against the cheeks of her ass.

I had been without sex of any kind for two weeks and I knew I
wouldn't be able to last long when I began to fuck her. I held
still inside her, letting her become accustomed to the feel of my
cock in her.

Shortly she whispered, "Do it. I want to feel you come inside
me."

I began to slide it in and out of her, marveling at the tight hot
silkiness of her vagina. In spite of my resolve to hold back, I
was quickly lost, growing unconscious of everything except my
cock buried in her cunt. Within a minute or so, I felt my orgasm
begin, swelling somewhere behind my balls, building in urgency,
and then pouring out my come in what felt like a dozen or so
separate contractions. I buried it as deep in her as I could.

<><><>

When I became aware again, I realized that I was resting all of
my weight on her. I pushed up on my elbows and looked at her
face.

"Don't move, please," she said. "Don't take it out. I don't want
you to ever take it out."

I could tell that my cock had lost some of its hardness and I
didn't know how soon I would be ready to continue. I wrapped my
arms around her and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She
held on, spreading her legs over me, her knees on each side of my
waist, finding a comfortable position, but never letting my cock
slip out of her cunt.

I resolved to be passive this time, to wait for her to take the
initiative. I wanted her to find out for herself what gave her
pleasure when she had a man's cock in her cunt, how to find that
combination of movement and pressure which could bring about her
own orgasm.

She rested on top of me for a minute or so before she began to
move, tentatively, learning for the first time how our two bodies
could fit together so well. My cock was at first only half erect
inside her. Her cunt was still slick from her lubrication and my
semen. She tried a variety of movements, some up and down,
pistoning my cock in and out faster and faster, some circular,
with my cock buried as deeply in her as our bodies would permit.

My cock was soon erect again and she seemed to grow more excited
as it grew inside her. I curled my hands around her ass checks,
my fingertips reaching just inside to the lips of her cunt until
I could feel my cock disappearing inside her. That seemed to
bother her even more. She rocked back and forth for a few
minutes, eyes closed, lost in her own sensations. When I knew I
had had almost as much as I could endure, I brought one hand
between our bodies, awkwardly trying to turn my hand to bring one
finger into contact with her clitoris. With the other hand, I
teased the soft area between her cunt and asshole. When she felt
my finger, she began to press against it on each down stroke.

When I felt the first contraction of her orgasm, I used both
hands to lift her slightly above me, to give me room to move. I
plunged in and out of her cunt as rapidly as I could and after
only a few strokes, I came again inside her.

"And with that," I said to her, "you can say good-bye to the
virginity of your cunt."

<><><>

(SIONED)

Kieran had kept telling his story during the opera. I knew he was
operating on two levels, one part of his concentration centered
on the opera, the other part centered on telling me the story.
I'd often wondered how he could do it. He'd stopped with the
story only when there was a particular passage he wanted to hear.
I'd checked on the kids a couple of times. They'd found The
Wizard of Oz on one channel and were watching it.

"Could we put you on pause again? I need to think of something
for dinner. If the temperature's going to be down in the teens
tonight, do you need to check on anything outside?"

"I think everything outside's OK," he answered. "I'll go down in
the basement and make sure everything's closed up tight. I'll put
some of the foam mats at the bottom of the garage door. That
ought to keep out a big source of cold air."

<><><>

(KIERAN)

Susan relaxed completely, on top of me, letting her full weight
rest on me. I held her with both arms, my cock still buried
inside her but slowly becoming soft. After a minute or so, we
both began to doze. When I awakened, perhaps fifteen minutes
later, I felt an urgency to relieve a full bladder, to get rid of
the two beers I had drunk earlier. I eased her to one side and
got up to find a private spot to relieve myself.

For the next half-hour or so, we played naked in the creek,
cooling off in the deep pool below the rocks. Once she turned,
while playing in the pool and looked at me with a smile that
seemed to speak volumes about the secret we now shared.  Her long
hair draped over one shoulder and her eyes and mouth signaled
some kind of invitation. Between the rounded curves of her
buttocks, I could see the beginnings of the darker skin around
her asshole, the rest hidden just under the surface of the water.
It was an image that would tempt any man. Finally, both starved,
we went back to the quilt in the middle of the flowers, to our
lunch. I had brought two bottles of champagne in addition to the
beer. Before we were through eating, we were both more than a
little tipsy with the champagne.

<><><>

"I want to suck you off," Susan whispered.

I was more than surprised. I couldn't believe what she had said.
"I can't believe you can talk like that," I responded.

"You've been trying to teach me to be honest. Do you want me to
candid with you or not?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Good. You may think I'm perverted or something. I don't know
what's supposed to be normal and what's not. I know what I want
to do. Do you want me to tell you?"

"Yes."

"I want to suck your cock. I want to do it to you until you come.
And when you come, I want you to come in my mouth. I want to suck
you until you can't stand it, until nothing else comes out of
you, and you lose your hard-on."

I was lying on my side, my head propped in my hand, as we were
talking. She was facing me, her legs laced through mine.

"Be my guest," I said.

She slid down just a little and brought her lips against my
chest, her tongue tracing wet trails around my nipples. With her
hand, she sought out my still-soft cock and held it. After a
minute or so she put her mouth on my nipple and began to suck on
it, just as I had been doing to her. I had never felt anything
like it and I wondered if I was supposed to like it as much as a
woman did. She alternated between my nipples, first one and then
the other, sucking, teasing. I began to feel a response in my
cock as it began to swell in her hand.

"I just wanted to see if it would affect you the same way it does
me," she said. "When you do it to me, I feel warm inside and my
cunt gets hot and juicy, as though there were a direct connection
between nipples and cunt. Maybe there's one between nipples on a
man and his cock."

She slid lower still, teasing her way down over my stomach,
finally reaching my cock. When she took the head in her mouth, it
felt cool and tingly from the champagne. She held the base of my
cock in one hand and my balls in the other and began at first to
explore with her tongue, running it around the rim, over the
head, down the shaft. Finally she began to move her mouth up and
down on the head, sucking with each up-stroke. I tried to remain
motionless, watching her head moving back and forth, her mouth
spread wide around the head of my cock, the shaft exposed to the
warm sun. Out of nowhere, some cruel, perverse idea seized me. I
cupped my hand behind her head and pulled her toward me, at the
same time thrusting forward with my hips. I felt the head of my
cock against the back of her throat and I wondered just how much
of it she could hold. For a moment, I relaxed my grip, to let her
breathe, and then quickly pulled her forward again, harder,
pushing with my hips. This time, I felt her throat open and the
head of my cock slid into warm velvet smoothness. She put her
hands against my stomach and pushed away, struggling. I let her
go and she looked at me, tears in her eyes, fighting to hold back
the gag reflex.

Finally she managed to speak. "I didn't know that was possible.
Where did you learn that dirty little trick?"

"I watched a circus sword swallower once," I joked.

"Do you think it's really possible, I mean for a woman to take a
cock like yours down her throat?"

"I don't know. I've heard of it but I've never had it done to me.
But you're the one who wanted to suck my cock."

She pushed me down on my back and straddled my legs, holding my
cock upright with one hand. Tentatively, she took it in her mouth
and started again with just the head inside, her tongue teasing
around the rim and against the frenulum. I lay back and covered
my eyes with my hand against the sun. I determined to try to
relax, to delay coming again as long as I could, but I failed to
reckon with her insistence on having what she wanted. All too
soon, I found myself drawn over the edge of orgasm, unable to
hold back if I had wanted to. I poured out one more offering of
semen, the very juices of my body, into her mouth. She held on to
my cock through it all, gulping, swallowing, almost gagging,
determined to have it all, until there was nothing else in me.

When she looked up at me, smiling, I said, "And with that, you
can say good-bye to the virginity of your mouth."

<><><>

Afterward, we rested in the sun, still playing with each other. I
made her turn face down while I kissed her, covering her neck,
and back, and buttocks, and legs with open-mouthed kisses. Then I
made her turn over and I did the same to the other side. She
insisted on having her turn, but starting on my front side. When
I turned over, she teased me into spreading my legs and then bit
me just at the joining of ass and thigh. Finally we curled up
together and talked while our hands continued to play with each
other. I wondered if I would be able to get another erection, if
I could complete what I had determined to do.

<><><>

"Do you still feel like a virgin?" I asked, almost an hour later.
"There's one more way we can do it, if you tell me you want it."

"I want it," she said. "I'm so tired of god and goodness and
virginity and innocence. I want to be fucked until there's
nothing left but a woman who loves to have a man's cock in her."

"Then get on your hands and knees."

She complied immediately, even spreading her knees apart, pushing
her ass backward a little, to offer me ready access to her. It
made me wonder how much of a novice she really was at this game.

I held her hip with one hand and with the other guided the head
of my cock between the pouting lips of her cunt. She pushed back
against me, eager to have it in her. I held her by both hips and
began to give it to her in long slow strokes, in as deep as I
could, until I felt sure it was hitting bottom, then out until I
could see the head just parting the lips of her cunt. She was
moaning with each stroke, whether from pleasure or pain, I didn't
know. As I watched my cock slide in and out of her, I couldn't
help but notice the small puckered opening between her buttocks.
I began to wonder if I could really convince her to let me have
that last virginal orifice.

I pulled my cock out, leaning back on my heels momentarily,
trying to decide whether I dared. With her head buried in the
quilt, I heard her mutter something about god and a name and how
she loved my big cock in her. I was unsure of what I had heard
but it took only a moment for it to sink in and I determined to
do it.

I held her again, this time pressing the slippery head of my cock
to the little brown opening.

"Do it. Do it," she said. "Fuck me in the ass with your big
cock."

I held her firmly with both hands and pushed but nothing yielded.
I backed off for a minute, reached down between her legs with a
finger and inserted it in her cunt, then brought the moisture
back to her asshole. I stroked it with one finger, pressing,
waiting for her to relax. In a few seconds, I felt her yield and
my finger slipped into the tight sphincter. I pushed it in and
out a few times and, when I heard her moan again, I spit on my
fingers, coated the head and shaft of my cock with saliva, and
then substituted my cock for my finger.

This time she was ready. She pushed back against me and the head
of my cock slid into her. Her asshole was even tighter on the
head of my cock and just as hot as her cunt. She moaned again. I
pushed on, curious to see if she could take it all. She kept up
the moaning, rocking with me, as I opened her up more and more. I
couldn't believe what I was doing but I knew I couldn't stop.

Finally she stopped me. "No more, please. You're splitting me
wide open."

I began to slide it in and out, at first slowly, but gradually
faster and faster. I could feel the muscles gripping my cock
relax gradually and, without her knowing it, I saw the last inch
of so gradually disappear into her. When I had it all the way in,
I reached around her hips and sought out her cunt, feeling for
her clitoris. I began to stroke it, curious to see if I could
make her come this way. Within less than a minute, I could feel
the contractions in her vagina, even though my cock was buried in
the passageway next to it.

As last, I went at her without regard for her feelings, holding
her by both hips, slamming into her, uncaring whether I hurt her
or not, determined to come one more time, to sound the death
knell of the last of her virginity. After a minute or so, I was
covered with sweat but my orgasm still eluded me. She reached
back between her legs and caught my balls, moaning with each
inward stroke. Finally, I poured out one last load into her,
almost grateful to be done with what I had determined earlier to
do.

I watched as I slowly withdrew my cock, still hard, out of her
ass. There was a trail of blood down the shaft. I stopped with
just the head inside her, torn between the desire to ram it in
again, to hurt her, and the relief of being done with her.
Suddenly, I felt the muscles of her anal sphincter push the head
of my cock out of her, followed by a mixture of white semen and
red blood.

"You're not a virgin now," I whispered. "If you were virgin in
mouth or cunt or ass, you're not that way now and never will be
again."

<><><>

(SIONED)

I was puzzled. It didn't make sense. I started to ask him a
question.

"Wait a minute," he said. "This last part of the opera's great.
Faust and Mephistopheles are in Marguerite's prison cell. She's
got to sing before she dies. The heavenly choir will put
goose-bumps on you."

After it was over, I asked him my question.

 "You can't just stop and leave me here wondering what else
happened between the two of you. I know it didn't work out
between you or she'd be here now and I wouldn't. What happened to
make the two of you break up?"

"We had a few other hot and furious sessions after that," he
said. "But I guess she began to sense a change in the way I felt
about her. After a while, we began to argue.  She wanted me to go
to church with her; she said her parents were after her to bring
me. I refused and we argued. After one fuss, we went for two
weeks without seeing each other. When I ran into her on campus, I
asked if she would go out with me on the weekend. She refused.
When I pressed her for a reason, she told me she had a date with
another guy. He was someone I knew and didn't like. I kissed her
on the cheek and told her thanks. And it was over like that."

"What caused you to change the way you felt about her?  I don't
understand that."

"That Saturday afternoon, when I was trying to decide whether to
fuck her in the ass, I told you she said something I didn't
understand at first, about god and a name and how she loved my
big cock in her. At first I wasn't sure what I had heard but when
I understood the name, that's when I determined to ream her ass
out. I'll never know whether she was thinking of her brother or
her father but she had called me Steve."

TO BE CONTINUED:





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