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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

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.

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