Message-ID: <47341asstr$1081480204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <newsmaster@cox.net> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Gil Gamesh" <gil04gamesh@cox.net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-Original-Message-ID: <awgdc.823$kM2.791@lakeread05> NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 08 Apr 2004 14:05:58 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2004 13:06:01 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} The Measure of Man, Chapter 13 Lines: 539 Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2004 23:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/47341> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr 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. Codes: MF FF mf Mf mF MM Mult fant rom 1st teen cons het group voy safe oral anal pett lac preg http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gil_Gamesh/www/ Feedback is always welcomed. Use your scissors on my e-mail address to send comments, criticisms, or requests to: gil04gameshcutthisout@cox.net THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh 13 - A Pain in the Ass 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, 30 Sioned Stuart, 29 TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart Skip this chapter if you wish. Why should a man want to be such a pain in the ass to his wife, the woman he loves? <><><> As she took off her clothes, she carefully hung her dress on a hanger. I watched as she took off her bra and panties, dropping them near the bathroom door. She ran her hands over her breasts and hips, glad to be free of the confinement of clothing, and then stretched, on tiptoe, her long legs apart, arms held high and spread wide. I wondered if the display was a calculated way of seducing me, of getting me out of what I called my bastard mood. Then she bent over, to pick up her underclothes, her ass turned toward me, her legs parted. She was never bashful in nudity with me, but I knew this was treat. I was again struck by the beauty of her ass. Her buttocks were perfectly shaped, soft, but without any trace of excess fat. The skin was wonderfully smooth. I had looked before for some imperfection, some mole or scar, but I knew there was none. The perfect crease between her buttocks widened out into a darker area below. I could see the red hairs that I knew covered her Mound of Venus and extended back between her legs. The opening there was hidden in shadows. She lingered, bent over, longer than necessary to pick up her underclothes. I knew it was deliberate temptation on her part. In the depths of my mood, an idea of something I wanted to do to her, something we had never tried in our years of marriage, came to me. I smiled to myself. What would she say if I asked? <><><> The week at work had been hard and frustrating. I had come home each night tired, with little inclination to do anything but watch television. She understood my mood and left me alone, waiting for me to get over it. On Friday, she called me in the early afternoon and suggested that we go out to dinner. She had already arranged a baby sitter for the children. I almost refused but, then, ashamed of my mood and understanding what she was trying to do, I agreed. We had both been wanting to try a new Italian restaurant we had found, a small Mom-and-Pop-type place, which had a reputation for excellent food. I was almost an hour late leaving work but she only smiled when I finally came to pick her up. She talked and laughed about her day. I hardly said a word. Before dinner, I ordered a drink. It was an unusual act for me, since I hardly ever drank hard liquor. I preferred wine or beer. But that night, I wanted something to untie the day's knots. The meal was unbelievably good and we both ate until we were unable to touch another bite. With dinner we had a bottle of wine and I'm sure I drank too much of it. I began to feel the dark edges of my mood disappear. When we left to go home, she suggested that she should drive. I was glad to give her the keys. <><><> I stripped off too, tossing my clothes aside, and slouched down in the one soft chair in the bedroom, my legs stretched out in front of me. I scratched a non-existent itch on my scrotum, as a deliberate move to draw her attention toward me. My cock was distended but soft, resting on my balls. I stroked it gently with my fingertips, pulling the foreskin back, while watching her. I wondered again how she would react if I asked her to do what was in my mind. She was still moving around completely naked, brushing her hair, taking off her makeup, and pretending not to notice me. Finally, she glanced toward me and, seeing the smile on my face, asked what I was thinking about. "You don't want to know," I answered. "Are you beginning to keep secrets from me?" she asked. "Sometimes I think things that you probably wouldn't approve of." "How do you know I wouldn't approve? Haven't I always been more than open minded about everything? I know you're talking about sex even if you haven't mentioned it." "I wonder how open minded you really are. We've done almost everything to each other. But there's one thing I've never tried." "Almost? One thing?" She made a question of it, waiting for me finally to say what was on my mind. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see her response. "I want to tie you to the bed and fuck you in the ass," I said bluntly. I waited, my eyes still closed, for her response. I could hear her moving around but she said nothing. When I opened my eyes, she had left the room. <><><> I had been surprised more than once, when our relationship finally became sexual, at her openness to new experiences. On one occasion, she unzipped my pants as we were driving from work to her apartment, pulled out my cock, and stroked it slowly all the way home. As soon as the door was locked behind us, I stripped her and began kissing and licking her all over. She encouraged me to move down between her thighs and held my head there while my tongue brought her to a quick sharp climax. And still later, when we were out driving late one night, she again took the initiative, took my cock out, and, to my disbelief, leaned down in the darkness and took it in her mouth. There was only one sexual act we had never attempted. <><><> I put a cassette in the VCR, an erotic one that I knew was the kind she preferred. She had never been averse to watching dirty movies with me and she seemed genuinely turned on by the ones that portrayed sex in a loving, caring situation. This one was supposedly the story of three teen-agers, twin brothers and a girl, all virgins, marooned by an improbable shipwreck on the tropical paradise of an uninhabited island. I turned out all the lights in the bedroom and returned to the chair, still nude, again sitting with my legs spread outstretched, playing with my cock while I waited for her to return. I could hear her in the bathroom, doing something, and then a little later, splashing in the shower. <><><> She came back into the bedroom, still nude, warm and damp and rosy looking from the shower. She stood watching me while she dried off. "You have a little bit of a mean-bastard streak occasionally, did you know that? It's not so bad I can't love you, but you ought to try to stop it." "I'll admit it. But don't you think it's natural to react this way on occasion when everybody you work with seems intent on screwing you?" "Don't whine. From my viewpoint, you're pretty damned good at screwing others too." I looked up at her. She was smiling. I started the videocassette. The movie began with the shipwreck and before the credits were over, the brothers and the girl, the only survivors, were swimming ashore onto the island. The simple plot, what little there was, was soon revealed: which of the twin boys was going to get the girl. Their clothing gradually disappeared in each step of the introduction, until they were all three clothed in little more than scraps of cloth. The conflict was soon resolved by the girl, who decided that either the brothers must share her or neither would have her. My wife sat on the end of the bed, brushing her hair, and we both watched in silence. After a few minutes, I asked again, "How about it?" "You do want to hurt me, don't you? I think you really want to give me a little mental and physical pain. Does that turn you on?" "Sure, it does. But I'll bet it turns you on too. I think all women like the idea of a man fucking then against their will, making them do things they pretend not to like but really love." "You want to make me out to be the bitch, don't you?" she responded angrily. "Can't you understand I'm scared of letting you put that big cock of yours where one has never been? I don't know whether I would enjoy that kind of sex." This time I smiled up at her, feeling, for the first time this night, that I might yet be successful. "Let's drop the subject unless you decide you want it too." <><><> On the television screen, the young girl was about to resolve the problem of which of the twin brothers would fuck her first. They were to walk around her slowly in a circle while she stood still in the center with eyes shut. When she reached out, the one she touched would have her first. My wife stopped brushing her hair, engrossed in the story. Within minutes, the choice was made and all three stood naked, looking at each other. The brothers were identical twins in all respects. Even though they were slim and youthful-looking enough to be in their mid teens, they had the larger-than-normal cocks typical in erotic movies. Each had a long tapering penis with a pronounced upward curve. The young girl had small budding breasts and only a few curls of pubic hair. Within minutes she was no longer a virgin. When the brothers traded places, my wife suddenly stood up. "Stop the tape for a minute, please." She walked over to me and stood above me, watching as I stroked my semi-erect cock. Then, kneeling beside me, she moved my hand away and started to play with my penis and testicles. She leaned over, taking the head of my cock in her mouth for a minute, and I stretched out more, turning to the side toward her, closing my eyes to enjoy the feel of her hands and mouth on me. Then she bit down with her teeth, just behind the head of my cock, hard enough to make me pull back away from her. Before I could say anything, she was gone, into the bathroom. I held my cock, looking in the dim light for any signs of injury, while I heard her opening drawers. When I concluded that the only thing hurt had been my passion, I wondered what she was looking for. <><><> Early in our relationship, I began to understand how to deal with her. In any situation in which I tried to force my way, to do what I wanted in spite of what she felt, I knew she would withdraw, would stop talking to me, and would usually refuse to cooperate. However, if I outwardly let her have her way, she would more often than not end up letting me do whatever I wanted. I had occasionally tried to get her to let me tie her to the bed, to explore a little of the kinkier side of sex. I had even made two ties out of scraps out of some red velvet material she had used. She always refused. Whenever I brought it up, she was usually cool to my advances for a day or two after. Finally, I realized that she was not afraid of me or what I might do to her. She was afraid of losing control of herself, of being in a situation where she had absolutely no control over what happened to her. <><><> She came back in a few seconds with a jar of petroleum jelly. "I'm going to let you do what you want. You can tie me down on my back and then play the rest of the movie for me. I want you to use your fingers and hands and mouth and tongue on me, to get me as hot as you can. When you think I'm ready, use your finger to lubricate my ass thoroughly with this. Then you can grease your big cock with it and see if you can stuff it up my ass. And I'm going to watch the movie while you do it." I turned down the blanket and sheet on the bed and then quickly tied the red velvet straps around the two head-posts, leaving two loose loops in the straps. As I restarted the video, she looked at the bed, evidently puzzled about what I wanted her to do. "It's a game." I said. "You put the loops of the straps around your wrists and then hold the loops closed with your hands. As long as you hold tight, you can't get your hands free. And as long as you hold the loops, I can do whatever I want to you. If you release the loops and touch me with your hands, I stop immediately." On the bed, fresh from the bath, she was as always a feast to behold. The red straps around her wrists were a delightful comparison to the rose-color of the nipples of her breasts and the bronze patch of hair on the mound between her thighs. I started with her face, kissing her, straddling her with my erect cock pressed against her belly. I knew she loved this, would meet me with open-mouthed kisses for hours. And then I moved to her breasts, sucking, licking, and trying to see how much I could get in my mouth. I moved down to her navel, drilling it with my tongue. And when I moved down between her legs, she opened willingly, ready to let my mouth explore her. When I felt her squirm, in anticipation of orgasm, I stopped abruptly. Before she could protest, I moved upward, still straddling her body, until I was astride her breasts, my testicles only inches from her chin, my cock stretched out over her face. I wrapped my left hand in her hair, holding her head still and, with my right hand, I began to stroke my cock. She watched fascinated, still holding the straps. I pulled back on the foreskin, making the head swell larger, and then squeezed downward, bringing out a drop of clear lubrication. With one finger I caught the drop and rubbed it slowly over her lips, waiting to see what she would do. Still holding her, I resumed the slow stroking, forcing her to watch, to wait for whatever I had in mind. I knew she was wondering if I was going to come there, in her face, making her be the slave-like recipient. Would she revolt and turn loose of the straps? I grinned to myself at the inner turmoil I knew she felt, how she wanted me to fuck her, to bring her to release, but at the same time, fascinated to see what I had in mind. Finally, I concluded that she would let me reach orgasm that way, would accept whatever game I wanted to play. And so I changed the game. I moved back downward on the bed, pulling her legs upward, spreading them. When I guided the head of my cock into her, I found nothing but hot, lubricated acceptance. I pulled her legs over my back, encouraging her to lock them around me, and then I rested my weight on her, my face buried in her shoulder. I reached back to curl both hands around her buttocks, to spread her ass and cunt wide with my fingertips. And at last, I began to give her the kind of long hard strokes I wanted, burying my cock so deep I felt like our flesh was joined. I skirted dangerously close to coming more than once but somehow I held back, determined to bring her to orgasm first. I shoved my cock into her to the hilt again and again, making her moan each time it reached her depths. With my fingertips on both hands, I played with the lips to her cunt, holding her wide open, attacking almost viciously. Finally I reached out to the table beside the bed, plunging my index finger into the Vaseline. This time, I curled one hand around her ass, feeling for the puckered opening of her asshole. With my well-lubricated fingertip, I began to stroke her there. I could feel her tighten on my cock, tensing her muscles against any intrusion into her rear. But I was determined. I stopped thrusting with my cock, leaving it buried in her, and began pressing the attack with my fingertip into her asshole. I stroked and pressed, teasing her to yield. And then she gave in, relaxed, and my fingertip slid into the tight, scalding-hot opening. At the same moment, the contractions of her orgasm began to squeeze and relax around the shaft of my cock. I pressed my cock into her even harder, to bring the maximum pressure on her clitoris, while I fucked her with my finger in the rear. I could feel her orgasm cresting like a series of high waves, fading away lower and lower, sweeping back, and rolling over her once again in response to my finger. I knew from past experience that I could keep her in a high-level state of sexual arousal, even after she had an orgasm, if I kept at her, using the gentlest of touches. So I started again with her mouth, pushing my tongue against her lips until she opened them, teasing her, almost fucking her with my tongue. She responded by biting at me, trying to suck my tongue into her mouth, to hold it. I slowly withdrew my still erect cock from her and moved downward to her breasts again. The nipples were soft now, her breasts flushed and red from rubbing against my chest. I sucked both nipples back to erection, giving them the long, slow, gentle attention she loved at this stage. Then, to keep her guessing about what I might do next, I moved upward on her again, until I was straddling her just below her breasts. I held them from both sides, pushing them together, while I slid the head of my cock, still slippery from her cunt, into the tight softness. She bent her neck downward to watch, still holding on to the straps, fascinated by this new game. I stroked slowly in and out, just enough so that the head of my cock slid out of her cleavage, almost under her chin. I deliberately accelerated my strokes, just fast enough to make her wonder if I was going to come between her breasts. And then I changed the game again. This time, I slid quickly downward, pulling her legs wide apart with my hands. She protested but still held onto the straps, giving me permission to do whatever I wanted. I sought out the tender flesh just where her vaginal lips began to part, and, with my tongue, began to circle around her clitoris. I tried to keep my touch as light as possible, teasing, licking, tasting the salty musk of her secretions. I knew that she would yield like this to me for an almost indefinite period. Finally, I had all I could endure and I knew I was going to come either in her or out of her. I knelt between her outstretched legs and lifted her hips to put a pillow under her. Next I lifted her legs high, holding them around my neck, bending her almost in half, exposing her cunt and ass totally to me. I decided to tease her for one more minute. My cock was already slippery with my own lubrication and hers, but I again dipped a finger in the Vaseline and wiped a big glob between her ass cheeks. I held her legs with one hand and, with the other, positioned the head of my cock an inch away from the opening to her ass. At the last moment, I wondered whether I had a real desire to fuck her in the ass or simply to taunt her with the possibility. She still held the straps and I also began to wonder whether she wanted it. But ultimately, I knew it was her cunt I wanted and so I moved the head of my cock upward only an inch or two and slid it into her cunt in one long stroke. I had hardly hit bottom when I began to come, pouring my semen into her in one strong contraction after another until I began to wonder where it was all coming from. When it was all finished, I realized that her arms were wrapped around me, her hands on my ass, holding me tight against her. <><><> "Why didn't you do it?" she asked. We were curled up together, quiet now, relaxing in the after-glow. "I suppose for a number of reasons, but the main one is very simple. I love you. And I don't want to do anything to hurt you." "I believe you. But why did you want to do it in the first place?" "I suppose it's because that's the only way I've never possessed you. When we're making love every cell in my body sings out with a need to enter you, to penetrate you, to release my life inside you. I think sometimes, if were possible, I'd like to open your cunt with my tongue and then slide my head in, then next my shoulders, until I was in waist-deep, and then I'd give a few kicks and be completely inside you. I'd pry open your cervix and swim up into your womb and stay there until you gave re-birth to me as your son." "And I could nurse you until you were a man again," she whispered and pulled my head toward her breasts. A few minutes later, I tried again to explain why I had wanted it. "There's also the element of the taboo, the unnatural, the abnormal. It's a sterile act, condemned by most religions. We are all tempted to do the proscribed act simply because it is forbidden." "Give me the remote control," she said. "There's one scene I want to show you in the movie. You missed it while your face was buried in my shoulder." She rewound the cassette part way, stopped it for a brief scene, and then fast-forwarded it until she found the part she was looking for. The three teen-agers were nude, sprawled on the beach of a sheltered cove. Between enormous boulders, I could see the emerald-green seawater surging in and then retreating. The sun was shining brightly but the area where they lay was partly shaded by palm fronds above. One of the boys lay on his back, his erect cock curving up almost to his navel. The girl straddled him and, with deft sureness, guided his cock into her cunt. The camera moved from a side view to one directly between their legs and back to the side again. The other boy knelt between the out-spread legs of the other two, held his cock downward, and began to probe between the ass-cheeks of the girl. The camera moved again and this time, I could see between the thighs of the boy on the bottom, his balls hanging down, part of the shaft of his penis, the rest hidden between the lips of the girl's cunt, the thighs and plump ass-cheeks of the girl, and finally, the thighs of the other boy, the head of his cock pressed against the girl's other opening. As we watched, the boy on top pushed in, the head of his cock gradually disappearing, then pulled out again, and renewed the attack, stroking deeper this time. Then both boys began to move at the same time, the one on bottom pushing upward and the other withdrawing. Quickly, they synchronized their movements, one in, one out, each leaving only the head of his cock inside, quick flashes of two white shafts alternately revealed. The camera held its steady view for a minute or two. Gradually, I could see the testicles of the bottom boy draw up to the base of his cock and he pushed in as deeply as possible, remaining motionless. Just as quickly, the boy on top did the same, pushing in until only his balls, also tight up against the shaft of his cock, were seen. The image was so powerful I could almost feel their simultaneous orgasm and I wondered if the girl had climaxed too. As the closing credits appeared, my wife stopped the movie. "And now I want you to understand something," my wife said. "I have feelings which correspond exactly to yours, except that mine are to be penetrated and to feel you come inside of me. I get so hungry for your cock inside me sometimes that it's almost a physical pain. And I want to feel your semen squirting into me. I don't even need to have an orgasm every time to be satisfied when I know you've filled my cunt with your semen. In other words, I want to be possessed, just as you want to possess me. I want to be penetrated and filled, just as you want to pour it into me. Just when you chose my cunt instead of my ass, the scene at the end of the movie began." "How did you react to it?" "After we rest a little longer, I'm going to get a warm wash cloth and wash your cock for you. Then I'm going to tease it back into a really hard erection and coat it well with Vaseline. I'm going to get back in the bed on my hands and knees, ass in the air. This time, you're going to choose my asshole, not because you want it, but because I want it. I want to feel it as deep inside me as possible. I want you to do it so slowly and gently that it won't hurt in the least and I'll enjoy in as much as you do." <><><> And so I did. And so she did. TO BE CONTINUED: ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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