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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

03 - Becoming One Flesh

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, 33 in story, 25 in flashback
Sioned Stuart, 32 in story, 24 in flashback
Kavan Stuart, 6 in story
Arial Stuart, 4 in story 
Kerry Stuart, 3 months in story

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart
Sioned Stuart

(KIERAN)

"Kerry's asleep," my wife said.

"He's turned out to be our best baby yet, in terms of nursing and
sleeping and having a peaceful disposition, hasn't he?" I asked,
already knowing the answer.

"Yes," she answered, "I can't believe he's already sleeping
through most of the night at three months."

"Did he get all of your milk or did he leave some for me?"

"You're bad," she replied, "You know you can't do that."

"Why not?" I asked. "We joked about it with the first two and you
wouldn't let me. This is probably the last time I'll have a
chance to see what your milk tastes like. I suppose it's just
another fantasy of mine. I've only done it once when I was
fifteen."

"What?" she said, unbelievingly. "Are you telling me that you
nursed at a woman's breasts when you were fifteen?"

"Yes," I answered, "and I screwed her too. Or I should say she
taught me how to make love to a woman. That was my first time to
do either."

"Anyway, you're supposed to be watching Kavan and Arial while
they're in the pool. We can't do it out here in the backyard."

"Why not?" I asked. "It's totally private here on the hillside
with the privacy fences I put up. Kavan and Arial are swimming
naked like we all do. I'm sitting here in a lounge chair naked.
You're the only one with clothes on."

"I'll take them off then," she said, "and we can play with the
kids in the pool."

"I think you're trying to avoid answering my question. I asked if
I could have the milk Kerry left. There'll be plenty for him when
he gets hungry again. If not, we can give him some cereal now
that he's started solid foods."

"What about Kavan and Arial?" she asked.

"I'll rinse them off in the shower in the basement and then put
them in front of the TV with that new kid's movie. If you fix
them a snack, they'll give us a few minutes alone this
afternoon."

"OK," she said, "I'll get them a snack. When you've got them
settled, I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom.  Lock the doors
so they can't go out. We'll have to leave the bedroom door open
so we can listen for all of them."

<><><>

After the kids were settled, I went to our bedroom. She was
naked, stretched out on the bed, holding her breasts up toward me
with her hands.

I stood looking down at her, feeling my cock swell and begin to
lift.

"If I let you do this, you've got to tell me another story," she
said. "I want a story about what it was like the first time we
made love."

"I can only tell half of that story. You'd have to tell the rest.
I only know what it was like for me."

"When the kids go to bed, could we start telling that story? I
think it'll take more than one night to finish it."

I nodded and then crawled on the bed beside her. I pulled her up
on her side so that we were facing each other in bed. I kissed
her lightly on her nose and lips and chin and then moved down to
her breasts.

Her breasts were still beautiful to me, even swollen with blue
veins showing, a little pendulous now after three children. I put
my mouth on her left breast and sucked gently. I was surprised at
how easily her milk began to flow. I nursed slowly and sensuously
on her, taking my time and enjoying the feel and taste of her. I
somehow remembered the primeval rhythm of sucking and swallowing
that a baby instinctively knows. After a few minute, my wife
pulled her nipple out of my mouth.

"I think that one's empty," she said, "and I want something else
before you start on the other one."

"I want something else too," I responded. "I wonder if it's the
same thing?"

"If it's hard, that's what I want."

"It's hard enough to drive a nail through a board," I answered.

"I'll hold the nail if you'll drive it," she said, lifting her
leg up in the air to give me access to her.

I moved up on the bed and kissed her again, this time with open
mouth and tongue. She reached down, put her hand around my cock,
and guided it to her cunt. She rubbed the head up and down the
lips, smearing it with the lubrication oozing out of her. I
pressed slowly while she held it and it slid in as far as it
could go in our position.

I bent my head downward toward her breasts and she lifted her
right breast up to my lips. I resumed the sucking and swallowing
first and then tried to develop a rhythm to move my cock in and
out of her. In our position, I could only get about half of it in
but that was enough while I was still luxuriating in the sweet
warm taste of her milk.

"I think that one's dry, too," my wife said. I released it and
moved up over her, trying to keep my cock in her cunt. I pulled
back and then slowly pushed it into her until our pubic hair
mingled together. I held still, content as a well-nursed baby,
for a minute or so, until I felt something that surprised me.

Her first contraction around my cock was so light that I almost
didn't pay attention.  When the second one hit, I felt as though
my cock was being squeezed or milked. I knew she was coming. I
pushed in a little harder, trying to press my pubic bone against
hers, the base of my cock against her clitoris, hoping to make it
more pleasurable to her. I had read that a woman's orgasm
occurred at the same time interval, eight tenths of a second, as
a man's. I couldn't measure hers but I couldn't distinguish it
from mine.

When her contractions stopped, I began to move with the wave-like
pelvic thrusts that come so instinctively to a man. Her legs came
up to wrap around mine and she moved her hands down to my
buttocks. I could feel her fingernails digging in as I pounded
into her. Each time I pulled out, she used her hands to pull me
back in harder. I knew I was going to come at any second. When I
quickly reached that point where I knew I was coming, I shoved it
in so that the tip was pressed up against her womb and emptied my
balls into her.

I lay on top of her, both of us breathing heavily, for a minute
or so until I heard a noise behind us.

I looked around and saw Kavan and Arial standing in the door
watching us, a handsome six-year old boy and a beautiful
four-year old girl, two naked angels with big eyes.

"Can we get in bed with you?" Arial asked.

<><><>

That night, when all three kids were tucked in for the last time,
I crawled back in the bed and pulled my wife to me. I kissed her
gently, tenderly, as lovingly as I could.

"Thanks," I finally said.

"For what?" she asked.

 "For an afternoon that's worth remembering until I die."

"You deserve my thanks too, love," she said.

"For what?" I asked.

"For the way you were so sweet with Kavan and Arial this
afternoon. For the way you rolled off me and then held out your
arms to them. For getting up and going to get Kerry. For the way
you were so sweet when Kavan asked what we were doing and the way
you told him the truth, that Daddy was making love with Mommy."

"Yeah, but he wasn't satisfied with that. When he asked why I had
my penis in Mommy's vagina, I almost lost it."

"But you told them as much of the truth as they could understand
at their ages. They seemed satisfied with what you said."

"I hope so. I've always said I wanted to be open and honest
with'em about sex. I just didn't think we'd be giving them a
demonstration."

"Well, I think it was nice that we could be there naked, with our
three children, loving and hugging each other. They're always
happy to be like that with us."

"I suppose you're right," I said. "I don't think I'm ever happier
than when I'm with you and the kids and we can be close like
that. Most people would think we're perverts to let them in our
bed when we're all naked. But we both know it was nothing but
pure love then, not sex. Anyway Kerry had clothes on, his
diaper."

"Ummm," she responded, "when are you going to start telling me
the story about our first weekend of making love, when you
finally decided you wanted to commit yourself to a marriage with
me?"

"I decided?" I asked loudly, "I wanted to do it earlier, after
that weekend when we did everything with each other except for
one act. You're the one who wanted to wait until Saturday."

"That's not the way I remember it," she said.

"Let's not argue," I answered, "this has been too perfect a day
to let any disagreement into it. I'll start the story and you can
jump in and pick it up at any point you want to."

Ummm," she responded, as though I would know what she meant.

<><><>

After that first weekend together, when we had slept with each
other on Saturday and Sunday nights, after a weekend when we had
made love to each other with out hands and mouths and bodies but
had chosen not to consummate our relationship, I knew I never
wanted to sleep alone again.

On Monday morning, I had insisted she go with me to my apartment
while I got dressed for work. She sat on the bed and watched
while I shaved. When I got dressed, I picked out a suit and then
a shirt and tie and laid them on the bed. For the first time, she
looked at my clothes and then went to the closet for another
shirt and tie. When she put them beside my suit on the bed, I
dressed in what she had chosen for me. It was a simple gesture -
a loving commitment to care for me for the rest of my life - to
pick out my ties. I knew she had chosen.  I'm sure she didn't
hear the thud on the floor as I dropped all my hesitation and
joined with her.

I insisted she drive my car to work, with me as a passenger,
knowing that we very likely would be seen by one or two
acquaintances.  I hadn't thought we'd be seen arriving together
by so many. After we went through the door, when we came to the
place where we had to go separate ways, I pulled her to me and
kissed her, in plain view of a number of people who knew us,
including my boss, Mr. Bridges.

I had hardly gotten settled in my office when I heard my phone
ring. It was the boss's secretary saying he wanted to see me.

I walked down to his office, my heart pounding a little, not sure
what his reaction was going to be. When I walked in his door, he
stood up, his face solemn, and walked toward me.

"Does that entrance mean what I think it means?" he asked.

"Yes, it means exactly that," I answered.

He stood for a moment, still solemn faced, then broke into a
grin, took a few steps and, I was totally unprepared, embraced me
in a back-pounding bear hug.

"Sit down, Kieran," he said, and I sat, waiting while he went
back behind his desk.

"I know I'm a hard man to work for and I'm not always friendly to
you, but I want you to know a few things," he said.

I looked at him quizzically.

"You're probably the best hire I've ever made," he started.
"You're intelligent, hard working, a self starter, everything I
could want you to be. But you're also a damn nice young man. I've
heard rumors about you, that you might be doing some sort of work
for the CEO's wife. It sounded like great work, if you can get
it, but I was hoping you could find a good woman and settle down
with her."

I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Well, I'll neither
confirm nor deny those rumors. I haven't heard them. But I have
found the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with."

"Good, son," he said, calling me that for the first time. "I know
a little about her. Who wouldn't notice her, as beautiful as she
is, with that flaming red hair? I think I heartily approve. It
won't be any problem here with the company since you're in
different divisions. There are only two things I want you to do."

"You're the boss, Mr. Bridges," I said.

"Yes, but this has nothing to do with a boss-employee
relationship. This has to do with two men. My wife and I will be
inviting the two of you to our house for dinner one night at your
convenience. My son, Luke, will be there; he's a fine seven
year-old boy, when my wife will let him be one. And I want YOU to
invite all three of us to your wedding. Now get out of here, I've
got work to do."

<><><>

(SIONED)

That evening, he waited for me just inside the building, to walk
with me back to the car. He handed me the keys again. When we
were driving to his apartment, he told me about his meeting with
his boss.

"He sounds like a nice man," I said.

"He is," he responded, "I just didn't expect him to be that
nice."

"You can take care of the dinner date," I said. "I'll be sure to
remember to send him a wedding invitation, since he's the third
one to know that there will be a wedding."

"Who are the other two," he asked, not thinking.

"Us, dummy," I answered, glancing over at him.

We were silent for a while and I was wondering why he wanted to
go to his apartment. I had expected him to go to my place and
drop me off first.

"I need to get enough clothes to wear for the rest of the week.
And whatever else I'll need. Would you help me?"

"You mean you want to stay with me this week? I thought you
wanted to wait until this weekend?"

"It may be stupid, but I do want to wait until this weekend, like
I've told you. But I know I never want to sleep without you
again."

I reached over, squeezed his hand, and said, "I want that too."

"Sioned, I've told you I want to have grandchildren with you.
That means we've got to have children first. But maybe not right
away. Have you been talking your birth-control pills long enough?
Are we as safe from the patter of little feet for a while?"

"Yes," I answered, "we're safe. But how long do you want to wait
for the little feet to arrive. I'm not quite ready for them yet."

"Neither am I. I'd like to wait at least a year or so. After
that, I'll leave it up to you. Since it's your body that'll have
to carry them, it's your decision."

"And after that, you're going to have to carry them for about
twenty years."

"That's fine with me. Now let's go get my clothes. And would you
please make sure I get stuff that coordinates. I don't want to
have to be running back and forth."

<><><>

(KIERAN)

We quickly settled into a routine. Each day, after work, I'd wait
for her or she for me. One of us would drive to her apartment,
stopping along the way for take out or for groceries so we could
cook something. Once home, we'd strip down to our birthday suits.
The first night, she gave me a short robe that matched the one
she wore and I kept it handy in case of an emergency. We'd eat
the take-out food or whatever we had prepared. We'd start the
dishwasher and then head for the bedroom.

She always insisted that we shower before we did anything else. I
think I surprised her that first night by simply laying in the
bed, talking to her for a couple of hours. When she put her hand
on me and slid it down to my cock, I decided it was time for more
than talking.

Each night was like that. We ate, talked, made love, and went to
sleep holding each other. Each time I wanted so much to feel my
cock inside her and to finally know what it was like really
making love with her. But somehow we put it off until the
following Saturday.

<><><>

(SIONED)

On Saturday morning, I woke up first, with him still sleeping
beside me. I watched his face, waiting for some sign of
awakening. He continued to breathe quietly for a few more
minutes, so I decided to do something to awaken him.

I reached down to his cock, seeing it resting along with his
balls on his leg. He cock was swollen, larger than I knew it was
when it was totally soft, the foreskin still covering most of the
head with only a small circle of his glans revealed. I lifted it
with one hand and very softly, very gently began to slide the
skin up and down. I felt it begin to grow and harden and when I
looked up, his eyes were open.

"Good morning," I said.

"Yes, it is," he said, sleepily, "You've already made it that.
And it's only going to get better as we go through the day."

"I'm ready if you are," I told him.

"No," he said, "I want us to have breakfast together. I want to
shower and shave and brush my teeth. Y0u can do what ever you
want. I'll even let you in the shower with me. When we're all
wide awake and fresh, I'd like to take you back to bed."

"And what are we going to do in bed today?" I teased.

He paused and all traces of sleepiness or of joking faded from
his face.

"We're going to join together as one flesh. We're going to become
husband and wife. We're going to commit ourselves to each other
for the rest of our lives. It's what I want."

I knew that it was time for teasing to end.

"For the rest of our lives. Children. Grandchildren. It's what I
want too, love."

I felt as though we had just made a marriage vow in some sacred
place. Perhaps we had.

<><><>

He seemed content to have my usual breakfast, coffee, juice,
muffins, yogurt, and fruit in some combination. We sat at the
table talking for a while until he finally stood up and held out
his hand to me.

We got in the shower together and, for the first time, I found
out how nice it was to have someone else wash my back. He even
washed between my buttocks before moving on down my legs. I
turned around to let him wash the other side. When he tried to
reach down between my legs, I stopped him.

"The soap's very mild but I don't like to use it down there. All
I use is my hand and warm water."

I quickly found out how different it was to have his hand rubbing
around between my legs. I spread them further apart and put both
hands on his head. When he squatted down and bought his face up
against me, I tried to twist my pelvis forward, to make his
access easier. But it was an awkward position and he couldn't get
his tongue in the way I wanted it. I pulled him up and he grabbed
the soapy cloth and began to wash my breasts. When he finished, I
took the washcloth and made him turn around.

I scrubbed his back hard, the way I like it, and washed his
behind the same way he had done me. I was stooped down washing
his calves when he turned around. I looked up and saw one big
hard erection pointing upward. I reached up and held it and
kissed him just where his cock and scrotum meet. I licked him on
his balls and even tried to get one in my mouth with no success.
Finally, I pulled his cock down, washed it thoroughly with the
soapy cloth and pushed him under the shower to rinse it. When the
suds were washed away, I held it down, leaned forward and took it
in my mouth. Before he got too carried away with it, I pushed him
away and got out of the shower.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

There's a natural rhythm to the seasons, a natural rhythm to the
tides. And there's a natural rhythm in making love to a woman. We
were both fresh and clean from the shower, well rested after
sleeping through the night. When she said she wanted to change
the sheets on the bed I helped her. It only took me two tries to
find which way the fitted sheet went.

In bed together, we both lay on our sides, a couple of feet
apart, looking at each other. I held my eyes on hers, waiting to
see whether she wanted to start something. At first she only
stared back at me. I couldn't hold the serious tone any longer; I
grinned at her. She gave me a beautiful smile in return and said,
"Come over here."

We awkwardly managed to get our arms wrapped around each other.
When I brought my face to hers, I saw her lips open, knowing what
I wanted. She welcomed me in an open-mouthed tongue duel again,
the sort of foreplay I had already learned to love with her. I
felt my cock growing erect again and pressed it against her. She
reached down and brought it upward so that it was pressed against
her stomach.

In that natural rhythm of making love, time ceases to matter and
perhaps even stops. Eventually, I pulled away from her mouth and
pushed her over on her back. When I leaned over her breasts, she
cupped them with both hands, holding them up to my mouth, even
though her firm breasts needed no assistance. Just as a child
will instinctively nuzzle around, find its mother's nipple, and
begin to suck, I felt that same instinctive desire. Her breasts
were small but beautiful, the nipples erect and standing up to my
lips. I heard her breathing accelerate and I knew she was as
eager as I was.

Eventually, again, I moved downward to her stomach, a slightly
concave bowl as she lay on her back. I lingered for a while on
her navel, that exquisite little oval indentation on her stomach
that I knew could also give her pleasure.

I moved down again, pulling her legs apart so that my face was
directly over the beautiful bush of flaming red hair that I loved
so much. I used my fingers to part it and to find the lips
between her legs. They were almost closed, revealing very little
of her inner redness. I teased the lips apart with my fingers and
watched as they unfolded like a flower coming into bloom.
Finally, I pulled back on the skin around her clitoris, hoping to
see it peek out of its hood. When it did, I lowered my mouth to
it.

I lowered my head between her legs and licked her downward this
time, not my favorite way but all I could do in my position. Each
time I started with her clitoris and licked downward, between her
vaginal lips, teasing them apart. Soon, I tasted and smelled the
musk of her inner recesses. I kept at it as long as I could, my
cock feeling as though it were close to bursting. And I knew it
was time for the final act.

<><><>

(SIONED)

When he moved over me, I held out my arms to welcome him. He held
himself up above me by his arms, his knees resting between my
outspread legs. The only part of him that touched me was the hard
hot flesh between his thighs.

"Sioned, I want our marriage to be like this," he said. "Let's
put it in together. You guide it and I'll push."

I reached down with both hands. When I pulled down on it, the
foreskin covered the head in a way now familiar to me. I felt a
few drops of his lubrication ooze out of the slit on the end. I
rubbed it over the head, pushed the foreskin back, and pulled it
toward me. When the head touched the open lips of my vagina, I
quit pulling and just held it lightly. He pushed gently and my
lips parted around him and the head of his cock slid in.

I wrapped my arms around him, waiting for him to enter me. He
pulled back slightly and then slowly, slowly slid into me in a
series of gentle pushes. When I felt the head of his cock reach
the depths of my cunt, I reached up and pulled his head down,
welcoming him with open cunt and mouth. We were joined together
for the first time, as one flesh, as husband and wife, while time
ceased to exist. This was our ceremony; the next one would be for
family and friends.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

I began the eternal, primeval movements that bring all of us such
pleasure and contentment.  I began slowly, totally lost in the
ecstasy of feeling my flesh immersed in hers, sliding in until
the head of my cock reached the bottom of her cunt and our pubic
hairs were matted together, sliding out until just the end of the
head of my cock held open the lips to her cunt. I slowed down
even more, wanting to savor all the sensations her cunt was
giving to my cock. I had been waiting for this for weeks or
months, determined to be slow and to revel in pleasure the first
time we were joined. All too quickly I felt the first faint
warnings of an impending orgasm. I was torn, wanting to pour
myself into her but at the same time wanting to enjoy being in
her longer, savoring my desire for her.

I don't know where the idea came from. I rose up slowly on my
knees, keeping my cock in her, with my hands under her body to
lift her. I don't know where the strength came from to lift my
body and hers like that. With my cock in her cunt as a pivot
point, I somehow raised up with her arms and legs wrapped around
me so that she was lifted totally off the bed. I leaned back
slightly, trying to find that position where I could comfortably
sustain a delicate balance.  Her legs locked around me behind my
back and her arms wrapped around my neck, both helping to hold
her in that position. I let out a deep sigh of satisfaction and
offered my mouth to her. She accepted and we both, I think,
closed our eyes. Our only movement was in our mouths. I could not
thrust into her and she couldn't move up and down on my cock. 
Slowly I became lost in a sexually-altered state of
consciousness. The outside world ceased to exist. Time ceased to
pass. The only thing I was aware of was the total joining of our
bodies, becoming one flesh at last.

Eventually muscles tire and cramp. Time starts up again and
movement resumes. I lowered her slowly down on the bed until her
head was on the pillow with her arms and legs still around me. My
cock still buried in her. Slowly my hips started moving again. I
moved one hand up to hold her breast and moved my mouth up to
hers. She moved her hands down to my ass cheeks and brought her
legs up off the bed, bending them back first beside me and then
over my thighs. I realized how much it felt like being home after
a long absence.

In spite of my best intentions, I began to thrust into her
faster, gradually losing all consciousness of time and place,
lost in the miracle of loving her. I realized that I wasn't going
to last long at the pace I was thrusting but I didn't care. The
instinctual need to deposit my sperm at the mouth of her womb
swept me away. It was only a few minutes until I felt the first
sensations of an impending eruption. I shoved my cock in harder
and harder, wanting to flood her with my life. Her fingernails
were digging in on my ass but I felt no pain. I had given little
regard to her pleasure and so I was surprised when I felt a
contraction around, not in my cock, and realized that it was
hers. That was the final trigger. I stopped moving while I
spurted out again and again inside her. I looked up at her and
saw that her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, a smile or
grimace of pure pleasure on her face. I knew I loved her and she
was finally mine.

We lay joined together, holding each other as tightly as
possible, coming down from the heights of pleasure, our panting
turning into normal breathing, cooling off from the heat of
passion. After a while she opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"Mr. Stuart," she said, "do you realize that we have just
achieved something that is almost impossible?"

"And what's that, Mrs. Stuart?" I asked.

"We've just had a whopping big simultaneous orgasm the first time
we ever completely made love with each other."

"Would you say we're off to a good start? I hope to have many
more of the same with you. Maybe not always simultaneous. At
least close together.  If it's alright with you?"

I stayed on top of her for perhaps ten minutes more, talking
quietly with her. I was as pleased as she was at what we had
done. I was also waiting for my cock to lose its hardness. When I
realized it wasn't going to get soft, I held her tight and rolled
over so that she was on top of me.

<><><>

(SIONED)

"I want you on top this time," he said. "Show me what makes you
come.  If you want me to use my fingers, tell me when and how."

I brought my legs up so that my knees were on each side of him
and rose up over him. I began slowly to ride him. His cock was so
slippery with my juices and his semen that I heard squishing
noises each time I came back down on him. I kept at it until I
felt the internal quivers of an orgasm. I rode harder but the
quivers subsided. Finally I asked him to help with his hand.

"Take your thumb and get it slippery down there. Put it on my
little red pearl and rub it very gently," I whispered.

He did as I asked and I started riding again. He tried to keep
his thumb on my clit but it was awkward. It was enough. This time
when the quivers started they soon exploded into an orgasm with
contractions so strong that I almost lost consciousness. When I
opened my eyes, he was watching me. I lowered my body on his and
stretched my legs out beside his.

"It's your turn," I said.

He lifted me at my hips, perhaps six inches above him, and
started thrusting upward into me. Each time I heard the slapping
noises as his body came in contact with mine and the squishing
noises from our combined juices. I watched his face as he closed
his eyes and his mouth turned from a smile into clenched teeth
and them into a grimace of pain or pleasure. I could barely feel
his contractions as he came again in the depths of my cunt.

When he rolled off me, I looked down at his cock, to see if it
had finally gone soft this time. It was still semi-tumescent,
stretched out on his stomach, glistening with our combined
juices. I noticed that the base of his cock seemed to be coated
with a white foam or froth. When I looked down at the open lips
of my cunt, I saw the same white coating. He saw where I was
looking.

"Do you think that's what porn writers call a cream pie?" he
asked. "I think some guys are supposed to have a taste for it."

I was suddenly aware of the aroma of our combined sweat and our
mixture of juices. When he was pistoning in and out of me for the
second time, I could see the sweat on his forehead and shoulders.
It somehow seemed to make what we were doing even hotter, more
erotic.

"Come on," he said, holding out his hand to me, "let's go rinse
off with a cool shower and then have something to eat and drink.
I'd like some iced tea, about a gallon of it."

<><><>

After lunch we returned to bed. This time we simply lay there,
holding hands and talking about our future together. After an
hour or so, I moved closer to him, resting my head on his
shoulder. I reached down with my hand and started to play with
his cock. I watched closely as it slowly became engorged and then
began to stiffen. When it was standing up straight with my hand
wrapped around it, I began to slide my hand up and down.

"Don't make me come that way, please?" he asked. "I want to make
love to you again. We've only done it in two positions. I'd like
to see how you're going to like other ones."

"Just tell me what you want and you'll find out," I responded.

At his bidding, I got up on my hands and knees and he got behind
me. He rubbed his cock up and down in the lips of my cunt until
he had stirred up enough lubrication to help him ease it in. He
slowly worked it in and I groaned as he seemed to reach the
bottom.

"I think you're getting it in deeper in this position," I said.
"Take it easy and don't start banging away at me. I think it
could hurt me if you don't give me time to open up to you."

He kept at me, slowly and patiently, until I could finally feel
his thighs pressed against mine, his pubic hair and body pressed
against my ass. Finally he lost control and started pounding into
me again. When he pulled me against him with his hands, I could
feel him coming inside me. I was close to orgasm but not quite
there.

When he realized that I hadn't had an orgasm, he quickly flipped
me over on my back. He moved between my legs and lifted my bottom
up toward his lips. I started to protest that he would get our
juices in his mouth but I quickly realized that he really didn't
care.  He lapped at the outspread lips of my cunt and at my
clitoris for a couple of minutes until I exploded again.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

When I put her down, I pushed her up on her left side. I lay down
behind her and pressed up against her back and butt and legs. I
curled one arm around her and found her breast with my hand. We
lay like that for a few minutes and I think we both fell asleep.

When I woke up later, I found my cock erect again, nestled
between her thighs. I could feel the wetness of her cunt on my
cock. I wondered if I could come again, for the fourth time in
one day. I moved down a little lower on the bed and pushed my
cock upward until it slid into the hot wet furnace of her cunt. I
moved my hand from her breast downward toward her clitoris.

So I found out that I could come one more time. And she could
too.

We rinsed off in the shower and then, naked, rummaged in the
refrigerator for something to eat. I was famished and ate two
sandwiches and two pieces of fruit, and drank three glasses of
tea. She didn't try to match me but from the way she wolfed down
her sandwich, I could tell she was hungry too.

Again, we returned to the bed. We held each other and talked for
hours, with only a short break to go pee. It was almost midnight
when we turned out the light. I held her for a few minutes, spoon
fashion, and then realized I wanted to do one more thing. I
turned her over on her back, went down between her legs, and
licked her to another orgasm. When I finished, she pulled me down
on top of her, guided my cock into her, and shortly made sure I
had another one too.

Five in one day, I thought. That beats my old record of four in
one day that I set when I was fifteen. Maybe someday I can try
for six. I turned over on my side and she spooned up against my
back. When we went to sleep this time, we slept the sleep of the
exhausted until after eight the next morning.

<><><>

(SIONED)

A few weeks later, he talked me into going to meet his parents.
He promised that no one else would be told we were coming so I
wouldn't have to meet all of them at once. When he described his
parents, the way they had been with their three children, how
loving and honest they had been with them, I silently wished that
they had been my parents and agreed to go.

It was an easy drive, about three hours. As we rode, he kept
telling me about his parents and about his brother and sister. He
answered every question I asked and I gradually relaxed and began
to feel eager to meet his parents.

"We're going to be sleeping in my old bedroom," he said. "It's
down in the basement. The house is three stories, or maybe two
floors and a basement. But the basement covers all of the area
under the house. It's open to the outside on the downhill side,
so there are windows in the room where my brother and I slept."

"I thought you said your mother would be putting fresh sheets on
the bed in the guest room," I said.

"She wanted to, but that's only a regular size bed. I want to
sleep holding you but that bed's a little small for two to be
comfortable - or active."

"The basement bed is better?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered. "My brother and I talked my Dad into building
us a big room down there. When Alan was sixteen and I was eleven,
we both wanted a little more privacy than we had upstairs. I
think my Dad understood that and helped us room off a large area.
We had a big unenclosed shower down there to wash off when we
were grimy from playing or working on cars. We didn't have a
bathroom down there so we had to go upstairs to use that - or we
could pee down the drain in the shower."

"And I'm sure that's exactly what you did," I added.

"Anyway, Mom and Dad have been slowly redoing that room since
both Alan and I left home.  When I told her I wanted her to sleep
there with you, she didn't say anything for a minute. Finally she
asked me if we were sleeping together and then she changed it and
asked if we were already lovers. I liked the way she put it. When
I told her we were and that it was going to be a permanent
relationship, she told me she was going to make Dad push the twin
beds together and then go help her buy a king size mattress. She
said the old mattresses already had enough stains on them. She
even told me Dad wanted to put a television down there for us. I
told her I didn't think that would be necessary. She didn't
answer for a minute and then she said that it had been a long
time since she and Dad were married, that they didn't even have a
television then, and they'd never been bored."

"I'm already beginning to love your mother and I've never met
her," I said.

"You'll love her even more after you meet her, and my father too.
They really are the best parents I could have ever wanted," he
answered.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

On the ride back Sunday afternoon, she tried to lean over against
me. The bucket seats and seat belts restricted that so she
contented herself with putting her hand on my leg, letting it
stray up to my cock enough to keep me as erect as my jeans would
permit. Occasionally she reached up and touched me on the back of
my neck or on my face.

"I'm beginning to believe we're going to do it," she said.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Get married, love each other, have children and grandchildren
together, live a long and happy life."

"Now what finally convinced you of that?" I asked. "As far as I'm
concerned, we're already married."

"I guess your parents helped. I've never met a more loving
couple. Married thirty something years, still can't keep their
hands off each other. If they can raise three kids like you and
Alan and Kara and still be as much in love with each other as
they are, then we can do it too."

"When my father asked you if I was any good in bed and I saw the
look on your face, I almost choked to keep from laughing. That's
the way he is."

"It wasn't funny," she said, "I'd just met him a few hours before
and he was already asking about our sex life."

"I loved your answer," he said, "What was it? - that if he knew
any other men who were better, you wanted to be introduced to
them before you married me."

"Well, your mother's comment was just as good - that if you were
as good as your father I'd always be satisfied. I wondered which
way she meant satisfied."

"Knowing her, she meant both ways. Satisfied with me and sexually
satisfied."

"Well, I was satisfied, both Friday and Saturday night while we
were there. I wonder why you got at me that way Friday night. You
know I'm not a yeller or screamer in bed, but I can be pushed to
a few loud moans and groans and a few loud OH YESSSes. When you
got between my legs with your face and started on me with your
tongue and mouth, I wondered if that had been a boyhood fantasy
of yours, to get some girl down there in the basement and do that
to her. I think I came three or four times before you finally
felt merciful and put it in and began to make love to me."

"I had lots of good fantasies in that bedroom. I wish I'd known
you then so I could've included you in them."

"You might offer to buy something new to go under the bed for
them," I said. "Those old headboards have a lot of squeaks in
them. They made a lot of noise while you were pounding away at
me."

"So?" he said, "my parents knew what we were going to do and even
wanted us to love each other. There'll never be any shame put on
us for doing it in their house. My mother might ask you about it
the next morning, about what we did, and whether you enjoyed it.
That's the way she is. Just answer her honestly."

"She already did," I said, "while you were out walking with your
father. We had a very nice long talk. She made it clear that your
father is as well endowed as you are and that he's still a very
good lover. I made it clear that you were a great lover too. I
even told her how you loved to make me come with your tongue and
mouth and how you usually wouldn't stop until I had had a couple
of orgasms that way. She said she always wondered what Dad taught
you and Alan when all of you went fishing and now she knew."

"I'm glad I inherited that from him," I joked. "Are you?"

"Yes, now see if you can find us some quiet music," she said.
"I'd like to be quiet and rest for a while before we get home. I
may need a little rest if you intend to get at me again tonight."

"One more thing before I do. Next month, there's going to be a
group at Cabin in the Woods for three days, the weekend and the
holiday. Do you want to go? Alan and Kara and their families will
be there."

"I'd love to go. I said something before about inviting my
brother but I know they can't come this time. Will we be going
again this fall? Maybe we could invite them then. I don't know
his wife that well yet. I don't know how she would react when she
learns about the usual routine there. I'm pretty sure that my
brother would be alright with it."

"Call her after we get back," I advised. "Just be honest about
what sort of group it is. If she and your brother come to the
next gathering, I'm sure they will enjoy being there."

I put in a CD that I really liked. I knew I was going to get at
her again tonight. But after coming twice Friday night and three
times on Saturday, once in the morning and twice more that night,
I determined to only do it once tonight.

<><><>

(SIONED)

A few weeks later we got off work early on Friday afternoon to go
to Cabin in the Woods. We had made arrangements with my husband's
brother and his wife to meet with them at their home, a little
over half way, and ride with them and their three-month old baby
the rest of the way. My husband and lover and I both wore shorts
and sandals. We both had on three pieces of clothing, shorts,
underwear, and a knit shirt; I didn't wear a bra.

When we arrived at their house, they both came out of the house
before we could get out of the car. Alan walked straight up to me
and enveloped me in a bear hug that left me breathless. He turned
and did the same to my husband. When he was through hugging, he
turned and looked at me.

"Damn, Kieran," he said, "you've got the second most beautiful
woman in the world to agree to be your wife?"

My husband punched him on the shoulder and said, "That depends.
Are you going to tell me who's the most beautiful?"

Alan's wife, Marie, walked up at that moment and said, "Don't
mind them, they're always like this. Alan's always saying that
I'm the most beautiful. But after seeing you, I'm not sure he's
right. I'll just congratulate you both and say, `Welcome to the
family'."

Thirty minutes later we were on our way, talking as though we had
always known each other. When my husband or maybe my
husband-to-be started revealing intimate details about our
relationship, I reached over and put my hand over his mouth.

"Again," Marie said, "don't mind them; they tell each other
everything, and Kara too. I've learned to be as open and free
about love and sex and everything else as Alan since we got
married. I do think it's a healthy sort of family relationship. I
hope you will too when you get married. Or is it true that you
two already consider yourselves married? I do hope you'll have
some sort of wedding, whatever you want, because it's a great
occasion for family and friends to celebrate with you."

"Yes, as far as we're concerned, we're married. But there will be
a ceremony this fall. Now tell me about this business of nudity
and skinny dipping," I said. I'm a little unsure of how that's
going to be."

"Don't worry about it," Marie said. "Nobody will try to make you
join us. If you want to keep your clothes on, do it. I felt the
same way when I was at Camp in the Woods and it first started.
When the kids started running around naked and the grown ups
started taking their clothes off, I wanted to do it too. I wanted
to be able to run like the kids, with nothing on me but the warm
air. When we reached the property where Cabin in the Woods was
located, I was surprised how far we had to drive on the dirt road
through the trees to reach the cabin. When we came to the
clearing on the hillside where the cabin was, we were greeted
immediately by a crowd of grown ups and children. One woman broke
through the crowd and immediately came to me. I got another big
hug before she introduced herself as Kara. She held me at arm's
length for a moment, looking me over, and then leaned forward and
kissed me on both cheeks. When she pulled back, I saw tears in
her eyes. . I looked at her questioningly and she said, "I'm just
choked up a little. I do love my little brother and I've worried
about him, whether he was going to find a good woman and get
married. I hope you're a good one because you're certainly a
beautiful one."

I thanked her and she introduced me to her husband and children.
When she started introducing all the others, I laughed and said,
"Do you have name tags for everybody to wear so I can sort them
out?" Kara said, "No name tags. With a name like Sioned, you
might need one but you'll eventually get the others straight.
Besides, where would we wear them tomorrow afternoon?"

<><><>

(KIERAN)

The evening meal was a raucous chaotic affair as always. I tried
to stay close to my wife and lover to help her get through all
the comments about us and all the confusion. The kids came up to
us and one little girl about eight asked, "Can we ask you a
question?"

My wife answered, "Sure, what is it?"

"We've been talking about your hair. Some of the kids say it's
not a real color. Is it your real hair color?"

We both laughed and my husband answered for us," I assure you,
that's her real hair color. Tomorrow afternoon, you can see that
it's red somewhere else and that will prove it."

"Couldn't she dye that too?" the little girl asked.

 The whole room erupted in laughter and my wife's face turned a
little red too. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips and
whispered to her, "They're wonderful children. Before the weekend
is over, they'll be all over you, loving you. Remember the little
ones will want you to hold them. Don't try to hold the oldest
boy; you might give him a big problem."

<><><>

(SIONED)

After the meal was over, we all sat on the deck outside watching
the day's light fade and darkness descend. The kids were still
running around outside, yelling and screaming. Finally, Kara and
her husband went to the deck railing and called out to them to
come inside.

Kara walked over to us and said, "We run an assembly line for the
youngest kids to give them a bath. They may not seem dirty but
they can get chiggers or ticks in the woods so we have to wash
and inspect them rather closely. Do you want to help wash or dry
or get them into their pajamas or get them settled for the
night?"

I looked at my husband for advice.

"I've never washed them before," he said." I've dried and put
their nightclothes on and read to them to get them settled.  If
you'd like, we can wash. Kara and her husband will help. But
we'll be naked in the shower with them and the kids. Is that OK
with you?"

Kara said, just to me, "He's trying to break you in gradually to
the way we do around here. When you see everybody naked tomorrow,
it won't be as hard to join in.'

She held out her hand to me and I got up. Her husband and mine
stood too. We had to chase some of the little ones down to get
them down in to the basement to the shower room. Once there,
everybody started taking his or her clothes off. I looked at my
husband and he smiled and pulled his shirt over his head. I did
the same and when he pulled off his shorts and underwear, I
followed his lead.

I noticed that Kara's husband tried not to look directly at me so
I called his name and asked him, "How do we do this?"

He grinned at my invitation to look. "We get them all naked, turn
the showers on and get them all wet, and then we turn the showers
off and scrub them with a cloth and soap," he said. "Then we
rinse them off and inspect them for ticks. They are a little bit
of a problem here in the woods. The older kids can wash
themselves but we usually look them over too."

I looked at the oldest boy and girl, both in their early teens,
already sporting a good growth of pubic hair. And the oldest boy
was sporting something else - a good sized erection."

When Kara saw where I was looking, she said, "Don't be
uncomfortable with that. Mike gets a hard-on all the time. He
takes it off in the woods and leaves it. We've taught them how
natural it is and the other kids don't seem to have any problem
with it."

She said to the boy," Mike, what brought that up tonight?" and he
answered, "I've never seen a woman with such red hair before." We
all laughed, including Mike.

There were four showerheads but we only used two, working as
husband and wife teams. As we washed and inspected the kids, we
passed them on to another set of parents who were waiting with a
stack of towels. They then went up the stairs, beautiful little
butts showing.

Kara said, "Their parents will get them ready for bed. Some of
the kids will want pajamas or a nightshirt. Some will sleep in
the nude. Somebody upstairs is already getting out the foam pads
for them to sleep on and arranging their sleeping bags. If you
want, you can read to them."

"I'd love to read to them; will you help?" I asked, looking at my
husband. He nodded.

"We'd better get our shower then, and make sure you get wet, turn
the shower off, soap down and then rinse off. We have
solar-heated water here and we never know when it will run out
with this crowd. Afterwards you can go upstairs naked or, if you
wish, you can put your clothes back on."

The four of us got in the shower together and I found that I was
able to relax and not worry about being naked with two other
people. When we dried off, I put my clothes back on and the
others did the same.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

After our shower, my wife and I put our clothes back on and went
upstairs to read to the kids. I knew what would happen when we
finished but I didn't tell her. I don't think she even noticed
that all the other grownups were out on the deck.

When we were finished, we went outside with the others. The deck
was in darkness except for a little light from inside the cabin.
Some of the husbands and wives were around a table, hiding it
from our sight. The second my wife came out, they moved aside and
revealed a table set up with champagne and glasses. Alan and Kara
had already opened some of the bottles. They poured champagne
into the glasses and then they each brought one to my wife and
me. The others picked up their glasses and Alan gave a toast that
started with "Welcome to the family". I think my wife was almost
ready to cry when I hugged her.

After that, we were escorted to the round stairwell that led to
the one upstairs bedroom. When we started climbing the stairs,
every one cheered, even the kids who were awake, and they didn't
stop until we closed the door to the bedroom.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

We finished our combined story five nights after we started, in
bed with each other, cuddled together. Both of us were somewhat
on the subdued side, remembering what our earliest days had been
like. I wondered if either of us would have wanted to swap the
contentment and happiness we had now for the excitement we had
then.

"Has it really been so long ago," my wife asked, "almost nine
years since we first met?"

"Yes, it's been that long. But I don't want to go back and be the
way I was then."

"You don't want to be twenty-five again, seducing a younger woman
into marrying you."

"No," I answered, "I don't want to be that age again. I'll always
say I loved you with all my heart when we got married. I've
learned how to love even more since then. You've taught me. Kavan
and Arial and even Kerry have taught me. I wouldn't give up being
part of one flesh with you. And seeing our life blended in our
kids, that's a miracle to me."

"They may be a miracle to you," my wife said, "but I had to
explain something about how that miracle happens this afternoon
while you were at work."

"Oh," I said, "what have they asked you about now?"

"Kavan and Arial came to me and asked when you were going to make
love to me again. I tried to explain that we didn't do that on
any sort of schedule. I told them we did it every two or three
days most of the time but sometimes we waited longer. I didn't
want to have to tell them I was out of action for a few days each
month: I didn't think they'd understand menstruation."

"Well," I said, "that sounds like the right way to tell them, as
much as they want to know but nothing beyond what they can
understand."

"Yes, but that's not all they wanted to know. Kavan asked me if
we'd let them know when we did it again so they could watch.
Arial laughed and said `Yeah, that's funny'."

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