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For access to all stories by Gil Gamesh, please visit the following site, which also provides a means of contacting the author: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gil_Gamesh/www/ DREAMS AND FANTASIES By Gil Gamesh CHAPTER SEVEN REALITY VS FANTASY Kieran Stuart, 38 at beginning and end of story Sioned Stuart, 37 a beginning and end of story Pop Stuart, various ages in rememberance Mom Stuart, various ages in rememberance Alan Stuart, various ages in rememberance, 5 years older than Kieran Kara Stuart, various ages in rememberance, 3 years older than Kieran Kieran Stuart, various ages in rememberance Sioned Kelly, 16 in rememberance Nicholas Stamapoulas, 15 in rememberance Sebastian, Stamapoulas, 17 in rememberance First raconteur - Kieran Stuart Second raconteur- Sioned Stuart Our breathing and heart rates finally returned to normal. We lay quietly together, still close, arms and legs entangled. "I don't know where you developed your attitude toward sex," she said. "I'm glad you feel the way you do about it. But I think sometimes my heart's going to give out when you get at me like that." "Most of it sex came from growing up with my parents. They both refused to talk about the specifics of their love life. But they were very open in demonstrating their affection, love, and passion for each other." "Tell me about them?" she asked. "Well, first I suppose I should tell you a little about the house where we lived when I was growing up and where they still live. It was a big old house, not a mansion, on top of a hill. From the street out front, there are lots of hardwood trees all over the lot and in the summer you can't see the house in its entirety. In the back, the hillside slopes down steeply to a small creek and its floodplain. The house appeared to be two stories from the front but from the back you could see the basement where my Dad and Alan and I walled off a bedroom for Alan and me. On the top floor, my parents and sister Kara had their bedrooms. The house originally had a one-car garage in the basement that you had to drive down part of the hill to get in. When my parents bought it, they added a two-car garage on one side. My father used the basement garage to work on cars. He was an engineer but he had moved into management levels by the time I was about six. His job was white collar then. He loved to work on old cars and usually had one in some stage of repair. I think he did it just to get his hands dirty." "So you must have learned about cars from him?" she asked. "Yes, my brother and I both developed a love for working on them well before we could even drive. We've spent more hours than I could count working with Dad. It wasn't at all unusual for someone to come to the basement and find all three of us in filthy overalls and covered with grease and dirt." "I'll bet your mother didn't care much for that." "No, she really approved of it. She knew where Dad was and where we were. She encouraged us in working together. She would quite often bring us something cold to drink when the weather was hot, since the basement garage wasn't air-conditioned. Besides, we knew the rules. We never wore good clothes and we had those overalls that got washed about once every few months. We had a big basement shower that Dad had installed in one corner so we could bathe before going upstairs. We kept white terry-cloth robes down there so we could go upstairs clean." "You three showered together?" "We did that from the time I was a child too small to remember until I left home for college. Even after that, I'd go home and help Dad and we'd still shower together. The shower wasn't enclosed. Dad had used concrete block to mark off an area about eight by eight and had created a drain that just ran out down the hill in back. We hung shower curtains on the side and front but seldom used them." "So you three were comfortable being naked around each other," she said. "Oh, yes, I think I can remember when I was about four or five and my father used to bathe me. The thing that makes me remember is that he always used to pull back the foreskin on my penis and wash it carefully. He had a standard joke that he said every time he did it. 'Remember to wash behind your ears.' Even later when I was older and washing myself, he'd say that to me or my brother. And all three of use would laugh and pull back out foreskins and wash." "So all three of you were uncircumcised?" she asked. "Yes, Dad was left natural and he stood the doctors down that he wasn't going to have it done to his sons." "I know you got a gene that gave you a larger-than-normal penis. Did your Dad give it to you and your brother?" "Yes. I think I was about fourteen when I asked him about that. I'd noticed the other boys sneaking a look at me in the shower at school. One night, when the three of us were showering at home, I asked him why they looked at my penis." "And what did he say?" "He said that first of all it was probably because mine was bigger than the other kids', and second it was because I was not circumcised. He asked me if most of the other boys were circumcised and, even though I hadn't thought much about that before, I had to admit he was right." "I'm glad you weren't circumcised but did it ever bother you to be different as a kid." "No, I asked Dad why some kids were circumcised. He told me that some were done for religious reasons and some were done because the doctors mistakenly believed it was better for males. He said that if I always remembered to wash behind my ears, I'd have no problems and wouldn't cause any for anyone else. I still remember how he told me that someday I'd come to him and say 'Thanks, Dad.' And then he added that when I started having sex with women, they would probably feel the same way." "So that's why you tell Kavan to always remember to wash behind his ears, when you mean to wash under his foreskin?" "That same night, when we all three came up from the basement in our robes, Mom was in the kitchen and asked if we had a good shower. Without thinking, I piped up, 'Sure did, Mom. And I even remembered to wash behind my ears.'" "She never looked up from what she was doing and replied, 'That's good, son, I'm sure all your lady loves will appreciate that.' I blushed a deep red and looked at Dad. He was pretending to look at something on the ceiling but I saw the smile on his face." "So that's why you wanted to buy our house with a basement and then put in that shower. But you never mentioned your mother or Kara showering with you. We do it all the time with Kavan and Arial. I've been wondering about the wisdom of being nude around them. They may want to be more private about their bodies as they hit puberty. I guess our last visit to your parents surprised me when Arial wanted to shower with Pop, you, and Kavan." "You shouldn't have sent her to ask my permission. You know she can use those blue eyes on me and wrinkle up her nose and I'll do anything she asks. I never expected Mom to do what she did, though." "I tried to talk Arial out of asking you. I was afraid it wouldn't meet with your parents' approval. But your mother was there in the kitchen. She asked Arial if she did that at home and when she answered that she did, Granma said to just let her go ahead." "But what caused me mother to do what she did?" he asked. "I don't know. She heard Kavan and Arial squealing with delight. That's when she took me by the hand and asked if we could go sit on the steps and watch." "We've never tried to hide from Kara and Mom but we weren't really nude around each other much. Either of them might come down in the basement while we were showering but they gradually stopped when Alan and I got past about sixteen." "Well, we sat and watched the four of you for a few minutes and then your mother got up, began to strip off, and said to me, 'Come on, I've wanted to do things like this all my life and I'm not getting any younger.' I don't know who was more surprised, you or your father." "Did you notice when my father turned around with his back to you? He had a semi-woody. That's why he turned the shower water to cold." "I was glad your mother and father wanted to talk about attitudes toward nudity and how we were raising our children. But I didn't know they knew about the group that got together at the cabin. I didn't think you had told them, but when Granma told me Arial had told her, I couldn't help but answer her question." "You just told her what goes on and it's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm very happy with the group and all the kids. I guess that's why I spoke up too quickly and invited my parents to join us one weekend. I don't think they would have even considered it if Kavan and Arial hadn't started begging them. I've already talked to Alan and Kara and they're going to discuss it with their family. But I think everybody will be for it, especially the five other grandkids. I told Granma and Pop they could keep their clothes on at the cabin or not. But you know they'll give in when seven grandkids start working on them. We'll do it just as a family thing first and then see if they want to come out when the whole group is there." "Let me change the subject a little," my wife said. "You say that they were open in showing their love for each other. Do you mean around you kids?" "Yes. I think we were all three happy to see the way they loved each other. Dad was always hugging Mom, sometimes pressed against her from behind, while whispering in her ear. Often, we'd see them somewhere like the kitchen, maybe with Dad leaning back against a cabinet, with Mom pressed against him, his hands wrapped around her behind. They never hesitated to kiss each other around us. Most of the time it was just a quick kiss from one to the other on the cheek or the lips. Sometimes, it'd be a passionate kiss, the kind I think of as hot and heavy. They never seemed to care if we saw them. Once while the three of us kids were still at home, we went for a walk down below the house while the creek was in flood. We took off our sneakers when we saw we were going to get muddy. When we went back to the house, we used the hose behind the house to wash off our feet. When we went to the kitchen door, we found that the door was open and, on the other side of the screen door, our parents were so wrapped up in each other, they didn't see us. Mom was leaning back against a kitchen counter with her legs spread. Dad was standing close to her, between her legs. His white robe was open in front and Mom's hands were doing something down between them. Her dress was pulled up part way and unbuttoned down part of the front. Kara motioned for us to go back down the steps and around the corner of the house. When we were all out of sight, she said in a loud voice, 'Don't get that mud on me.' Alan and I caught on and started talking too. When we went back to the kitchen door this time, Mom and Dad were still close but Dad's robe and Mom's dress were now closed. When we were all in the kitchen, Dad looked at us and said, 'You could have come on in the first time. We were just getting warmed up.' Kara said, 'You looked pretty hot to me. You two need to get a room.' Mom took Dad's hand and said, 'That's a great idea. The ham comes out of the oven at 5:30. You can set the table but if we're not down by six, you can eat without us.' And we watched as she led him up the stairs, with a large bulge quite evident in the front of his robe." "Were they as open and honest in teaching you about sex?" my wife asked. "Yes, they would never answer specific questions about their sex life, what they did with each other. They made us keep our questions generalized but they answered them with the best they could. There were times when all five of us were together and one of us kids would bring up a sexual topic. Mom might answer with her viewpoint. Or maybe Dad would. Sometimes, they'd disagree and then argue it out in front of us. But mostly, Alan and I took our questions to Dad, especially when we went somewhere together, like on our fishing trips." "Is that why you take Kavan fishing?" "No. I take him because I enjoy fishing and I enjoy teaching him to fish. But I do talk to him about sex as much as he wants to know. At 10, he's eager to learn and I try to be as truthful as my father was." "Tell me about your fishing trips with your father," my wife said. "You might find it difficult to believe how much Alan and I loved to go fishing with Dad. It's probably because he didn't act like a father and didn't treat us like kids. It was just like we were all three equals, kidding each other, cussing, swimming nude when the water was warm enough, getting into water fights and stuff like that. Sometimes Dad would get us to stand in front of him in the water. He'd duck his head under water, feel down our legs to our feet, and come up with his hands under our feet. We'd go flying and come down in a cannon ball splash. Sometimes, he'd help us climb up on his shoulders and we would dive off." "Your family seems like a wonderful one to grow up in," she said. "Yes, it was. And still is. Let me tell you one more story about the fishing trips, a little ritual we went through every time we went. We usually drove about a half hour or so from home to the spot where Dad liked to fish. Once we'd get there, we'd park and walk down to the rocks on the riverbank. We'd line up with Dad in the middle and Alan on one side, me on the other. Dad would always say the same thing: 'I've got to PEE,' with an emphasis on the last word. With that, we'd all unzip, pull out our dicks and let fly. Some times we'd try to see who could pee the farthest. And when we finished and were zipping our pants, Dad would always says something about how great it was to be a man and to take a good piss on such a fine day." "Now, I guess I'm envious about not being a man for the first time in my life," my wife said. "On one trip, I decided I'd try to show off when we went through the ritual. I drank a quart of water before we left. I was about fourteen then and always doing something dumb. On the trip, I started getting those urges that say GO PEE and I determined I was going to hold it until we stopped. I was squirming enough to cause Alan to notice but when he asked what was wrong, I just smiled and replied nothing. When we got lined up and Dad said the magic words, I whipped mine out through my open zipper and let fly. Dad and Alan started too and then finished about the same time. I kept pissing and they both turned to look at me. I started whistling and kept pissing. It seemed like another minute before I finished. When I did, I calmly milked my dick down and shook it to get the last drops off." "I looked at the two of them and said in a loud voice, "'It's great to be a man and take a good hot piss on a beautiful spring day like this.'" "What did your father have to say about your performance?" "He just smiled, ruffled my hair, and called me a little squirt. I couldn't resist piping up again. I said 'No, no little squirt! Dad biggest squirt. Alan next biggest squirt. Me big squirt too!'" "We fished for a half-hour or so and I was thinking about what I had done and what Dad had called me. I called down the creek to Alan, loud enough for Dad to hear, 'Hey, Alan.' I paused and they both looked at me. 'Dad squirt me, Dad squirt you, Dad squirt Kara too. THANKS DAD!' I yelled." "When we got ready to leave, Dad called both of us to him. He wrapped one arm around me and one around Alan, pulled both of us close to him, and kissed us on our cheeks. I could tell he was choked up when he said 'I'll remember this day as long as I live. I've never tried to hide how much I love your mother, but sometimes I may not remember to show how much I love my kids. Don't you ever forget that I do.'" ***** We were both quiet then. I was remembering all the wonderful times I had enjoyed with my family and how lucky I was to have been raised the way I was. My wife finally said, "I've got to PEE too." She went to the bathroom and came back a few minutes later with a warm washcloth. She wiped my penis and testicles clean, even being careful to wash behind my ears. "I'm not ready to go to sleep yet,' I said. "How about telling me a story?" "I'm not as good at that as you are," she answered. "I don't guess my "imagination" is as good as yours." I could swear she actually inserted the quote marks around the word. "I'll set the stage for you. I'll pick the time, how old you were, where you were, and the names of the ones you were involved with." "If you pick real people, do I have to tell you the truth about what we did?" she asked. "You're free to tell the whole truth or a pack of lies or any mixture of the two you want. But it's got to be good and sexy." "OK," she answered. "Go ahead and set the stage." "It's true that your father is a college professor with quite a reputation in Roman and Greek art, especially frescos and those things made up of little tiles, isn't it? And it's true that he was one of a team that went to Greece to try to preserve a mosaic found in an old building that had been used as a goat barn for centuries but was originally a temple. You were 17 and you and your mother and younger brother went with him for the summer. That's all true, isn't it?" "Yes, it was one of the most wonderful three months of my life." "OK, now here's where we may begin to wander from the truth. Your family stayed with a Greek family who had a villa close to the research site. The Greek family had three children. Nicholas was 15, Sebastian was 17, and their sister Katarina was 21. She had been married but had left her husband and come back home because he abused her. Nicholas and Sebastian were both tall and thin, still looked like boys, were browned from the sun, and so cute your panties got wet the first time you saw them." "Now that's not true. I couldn't take my eyes off them but my panties did not get wet." "Nicholas got to you first. He took you to a secluded beach that the local kids used. You had to climb down an almost-vertical cliff side to find the little beach that couldn't be seen from above. He told you that the boys who came there swam in the nude. He couldn't talk you into trying that but you did agree to go topless. When you got in the water, you scratched your leg on some sort of seashell on the side of a rock. You got out of the water and the scratch was burning and painful. Nicholas volunteered to clean it the way the boys did when they got scratched - with his mouth. You got so hot you didn't resist when he moved up to your crotch, pulled the bikini bottom to one side and started using his tongue on your cunt. I think he's the one you were referring to when you said 'That boy could shuck an oyster with his tongue.' After you had one orgasm that way, he pulled his and your briefs off and lowered himself between your legs. His cock was long and slim and he knew how to use it." "Sebastian got to you next. He took you dancing at one of the local clubs where his friends congregated. After a few hours of Greek dancing, more ouzo that you were used to, and the warm summer night, you were ready for almost anything. On the walk back to the villa, Sebastian pulled you into an alcove in a stone wall and kissed you. Within a few minutes, he had your breasts out and his cock out. Then your panties came off and his pants dropped down. He took you standing up, slipping another long slim cock into your cunt, and pounding away until you were both panting and sweaty when you came the first time. When you felt him come and he shoved his dick in to the hilt, you came again." "After that, you tried to keep anyone from knowing when you fucked one after the other. But since you roomed with their sister and your younger brother roomed with Nicholas and Sebastian, it wasn't long before your secret got out. One afternoon, the five of you were down in the old wine cellar sampling some of the family's own. The cellar was really ancient, walled with logs that had washed up over two hundred years ago. The boys were showing you some of the original names and dates carved on the logs. Everyone else was gone and would be gone until late that night. Your brother and their sister asked what you and Nicholas and Sebastian would think if they went to her room and you and the two boys stayed in the cellar. You were surprised since you were pretty sure your brother was a virgin. When you asked him, he admitted it, but said that the boys' sister had agreed to help him get over that." "'Anyway, it's not fair for the three of you to be getting all you want," he said, "and Katarina isn't getting any and I've never had any.'" "You looked at the two brothers and asked which one had been talking about her. Katarina answered that they both had been talking to her, as they always did, and she had told your brother and suggested that the two of them could both benefit from some private time together." "You all five agreed and Katarina and your brother went to her room. You and the boys stayed in the wine cellar, which had only a rough bed constructed in an alcove in one corner, with rough blankets thrown on it. Now you take over the story and tell me what went on." ***** The three of us stood in the center of the wine cellar, waiting. I was uncertain what I was getting into, or rather, what was getting into me. Nicholas looked from me to his brother and whispered a few words in Greek. Sebastian immediately took charge. He pointed to Nicholas and spoke to me: "Undress him." I went to Nicholas, slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and stripped it off his shoulders. When I unbuttoned his shorts, I could already see the bulge of his cock pressing against the fabric, already half hard in anticipation. When I pulled them down, his long slim cock sprang out at me, lifting its head, foreskin retracting, all so quickly that I was afraid for a moment of what we were about to do. Nicholas also seemed hesitant. I kneeled in front of him, held his cock straight toward me, and took the head in my mouth. I sucked on it as strong as I could, at the same time pulling down on the skin around the base and using my tongue on the most-sensitive area just under the head. When I stood up and took his cock in my hand, it was completely hard and engorged, blue veins standing out along the shaft. Sebastian put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around: "Now me." I quickly stripped him too, watching a repeat performance as his cock sprang to erection. I looked from one to the other, obviously comparing their cocks. When I said something about them being the same size, Nicholas said no they weren't and pulled his foreskin out about an inch over the head of his penis. Sebastian stood up beside the bed and said a few words to Nicholas in Greek. In English, he instructed me to sit up for a moment. Nicholas immediately moved to the center of the bed, on his back. His cock extended back up toward his navel, lifted an inch or so over his stomach. I knew from our last encounter, how sweet the pleasure he could provoke with it. His balls, resting on his thighs, seemed distended too. "Fuck him," Sebastian said from behind me. I moved over Nicholas, one knee on each side of his stomach, my hands on his chest. I looked down at him, into his eyes, while I reached under for his cock. He gasped a little when I took it into me. I stopped well before all of his cock was in my cunt, closed my eyes, and contracted my muscles around it. I heard Nicholas breathing in again through his mouth. He put his hands on my hips and I felt him thrust gently upwards. Slowly, I began to move up and down, concentrating on the movement of our bodies. For a few minutes, I floated in the unconscious flow of our fucking, feeling his cock filling my cunt to its depth, each time I pressed down against his stomach. When at last I pressed downward harder, trying to take in all of his cock, I could feel the head pressing against my cervix, a strange combination of pain and pleasure. Suddenly I remembered that Sebastian was also present and wondered where he was. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him standing, just beside the bed, looking down at my cunt and Nicholas' cock. He held his own cock in his right hand, slowly stroking it. He caught my eyes and smiled wickedly at me. I closed my eyes again, thinking "Let him watch, then," and returned to Nicholas. He held me still now, over him, hands on my hips, while he thrust upward into me, long slow ins until the head butted against my cervix and the base of the shaft disappeared in my pubic hair, and outs until just the head was barely within my sensitive inner lips. Suddenly, I felt other hands on my hips, not just Nicholas' hands. Four hands now held me and I felt Sebastian move closer until the front of his thighs were against the back of mine, his cock hard against my buttocks. His hands slid down and under to my breasts, cupping then, fingers and thumbs playing with my nipples. I realized that there was another opening just where his cock was pressing and I felt a surge of fear, that he might attempt to use it. I almost dismissed the idea as ridiculous but then I remembered a romance novel I had read in which a man made love to a woman and "used her in the Greek way." I had wondered then what that meant. Now I knew and I was simultaneously filled with a fear of it and a longing for it. But then Nicholas stopped his thrusts and pushed me upwards until his cock came out. Immediately, Sebastian guided his cock into me, again deliciously filling me, and pressed me downward until I lay flat on Nicholas' stomach. His cock was a hot rigid pressure against my clitoris and pubic bone . Sebastian was still for a few seconds, holding me sandwiched between his body and that of his brother. Then he rose up on his knees behind me, hands still on my hips, and began to move, giving me the same slow in and out, gradually growing harder and faster, until he was slapping against my thighs and I could feel the impact of his testicles as they swung against me. I heard him whisper one Greek word and then he pulled out. Nicholas' hands now took charge, lifting me slightly, while he probed blindly with the head of his cock for my cunt. I was about to help when he found the right spot and then he was in to the hilt, slowly thrusting. A minute or so later, as if by some brotherly signal, I was handed off again and Sebastian was slamming his cock into me. Then Nicholas again. And Sebastian. And Nicholas. I was completely lost in the red heat of their shared fucking, knowing that they could do whatever they wanted with me and I would accept it wantingly, wantonly. I lost track of whose cock was in me. But then my own body took charge. I began to come and instinctively pressed downward against Nicholas, realizing that it was his cock in me. I moaned out loud as a strong series of contractions gripped me, my cunt squeezing around the base of Nicholas' cock. Nicholas held me tight against his chest, his mouth whispering something in my ear, until it was all over. He said something to his brother and again pushed me up and back. I felt Sebastian's hands back on my hips and his cock probing for my cunt. Suddenly, Nicholas moved up to the top of the bed. I felt his cock sliding upward on my stomach, between my breasts, beneath my chin. I felt his thighs framing my head and his hands under my chin, gently lifting it until his cock was at my mouth. Willingly, I took it. Sebastian waited until Nicholas was settled to resume his movement. Again, he began slowly, with long easy thrusts, probing, pushing, and burying his cock totally within me. But gradually, he increased his speed, slamming against me until the slapping noise was clearly audible. My cunt felt like it was on fire. Nicholas was also clearly enjoying what I was doing to the head of his cock with my mouth. He moaned each time I circled the rim with my tongue and then sucked on it with all my strength. I wondered which one of them would come first and, if Nicholas, what I would do if he ejaculated in my mouth. Just then, Sebastian came, in jerky violent thrusts. I could feel the muscular contractions in his cock that sent his semen flying against my cervix. I even seemed to feel the hot wet discharge filling me but I realized it was impossible to distinguish his wetness from my own. Startling me, Sebastian grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back sharply, forcing my mouth to abandon Nicholas' cock. "Fuck her, Nick," he commanded, and immediately began to rearrange our bodies. Sebastian was sitting on the side of the bed. Nicholas was on top of me, inside me, his eyes locked on mine. His cock made squishing noises, moving in and out of the combined wetness of Sebastian's semen and my lubrication. I couldn't distinguish his cock from Sebastian's. Finally I could feel my body trembling and I locked my arms around Nicholas' chest. A minute more and I lifted my legs and locked them around his waist, my ankles crossed, my heels pressing down on Nickolas' ass. With one last thrust, Nicholas buried all of his cock in my cunt. I felt an orgasm begin and I wasn't sure whose orgasm it was. ***** Nicholas collapsed off me, his back against the wall beside the bed. Sebastian stretched out beside me, on the other side. The three of us lay in a confused tangle, all still breathing harder than normal, six legs, six arms wound together with no self-consciousness about who was touching whom. I felt one hand moving over my breasts and another cupped over my cunt, one finger lazily probing the wet lips. I could feel their combined semen oozing out of my cunt and down the crack of my ass. I searched with both hands and found their cocks, wet and slippery with our juices, both softer now but still engorged. I looked at the brothers in turn. Both had their eyes closed. I knew that if I closed mine, I might sleep. I let myself float again, this time in the darkness behind my eyelids. ***** I was awakened by Nicholas, his arm reaching across my stomach, his hand gently pulling on my hip. When I turned sleepily to face him, I felt his penis, hot and hard again, pressed against my belly. He brought one finger up to my lips, signaling me to be quiet. I wondered if Sebastian was still asleep. Nicholas reached down behind my thigh and slowly, furtively pulled my leg upward and over his body. At the same time, he slid downward on the bed, trailing the head of his penis through my pubic hair and between my legs. I felt the smooth head pushing, probing, and trying blindly to find the opening between the lips of my cunt. I reached down with one hand and held his cock while he pushed upward. I rubbed the head back and forth, feeling my inner lips separating and the hot fluids of our previous fucking coating my fingers and the head of his cock. He pressed upward again and half the length of his cock slid easily into me. He pushed downward on my leg, straightening it, while at the same time pulling me tighter against him. We were face to face, my breasts pressed against his chest, my stomach against his, my legs against his. One of his arms was under my neck, curved around, hand against my back. The other held me by the hip. In this position, I knew his cock could not penetrate deeply into me. His back was against the wall behind him. With me in front and so little room for movement, I wondered what he wanted. Then slowly, oh so slowly, he began to move his hips, no more then an inch or so. I closed my eyes again, already carried away by feeling the head of his cock sliding just between the lips of my cunt. Suddenly I was reminded of Sebastian, behind me, as he rolled over against my back. He slid one hand down between my stomach and his brothers', searching for my cunt or Nicholas' cock. He curved his hand around his brother's cock and moved it slowly back and forth. Then he traced down the shaft until he felt the lips of my cunt around it. He dipped one finger down into the juices flowing out of me and then sought out my clitoris. At the same time that he started gently stroking my clitoris, Nicholas resumed his lazy thrusts into me. Within a minute or so, I was lost again, aware only of hard cock and cunt and finger. I could feel my orgasm gathering strength, getting ready to explode, and I involuntarily tightened the muscles in my legs and buttocks. Perhaps Sebastian understood my body's language because he suddenly guided his cock between my thighs. I started to say something but Nicholas pulled me even tighter against him, his mouth open against mine, his tongue probing between my lips above, just as his cock probed between my lips below. I relaxed against Nicholas, surrendering to whatever he wanted. I could still feel Sebastian moving around behind me, the head of his cock rubbing against me and against Nicolas' cock. Nicholas held me tightly against him still, his mouth on mine. I felt Sebastian stretch out behind me again, moving, positioning himself. I wondered what he was doing. Nicholas put his hand under my knee and lifted my leg into the air. Between us, I could feel Sebastian's hand doing something. I was puzzled until I felt what seemed to be the head of a much larger cock pressing against me. And then I realized what they were trying to do. Sebastian now held his cock against his brother's, so that the two cock heads were both pressing against the lips of my vagina, trying to find entrance. "Relax," Sebastian said. "We won't hurt you. I promise, if we hurt you, you can bite Nicholas' tongue off." They both began to press upward into me. Sebastian was holding their cocks together and Nicholas had his hands on my shoulders pressing me down. I had never dreamed that anything like this was possible. But it was. My cunt was already opened and relaxed with their separate fucking. It was dripping with the combination of their semen and my lubrication. Gradually, little by little, I could feel myself open until both were just inside my cunt lips They both struggled to get deeper into me but it seemed to be physically impossible due to the position we were in. As long as they acted together, they could both withdraw until their cocks were just barely outside me and then push back in until the heads of their cocks were just inside me. I was in a red-hot state of lust, wanting them deeper in me. Finally, I took charge. "Wait," I said, "lets try a different position and see if it works." I got off the bed and made Nicholas lay down, propped up against the pillows at the top, legs spread. Next, I got Sebastian to sit astride Nicholas' legs, with his butt down between on the bed. They understood what I was trying to do. Sebastian moved closer to Nicholas, until his cock and balls were pressing against his brother's. I put some extra pillows behind him and he leaned back on them. They squirmed around a little more until they were satisfied with the result. Their cocks were both pressed together, sticking straight up, almost like one super cock. I crawled back on the bed, straddling their bodies and gradually lowered myself onto them. Sebastian held their cocks together and Nicholas helped guide me into the right position. I could feel their combined girth pressing against me. Slowly, I pressed down until both heads were just inside me. Sebastian removed his hand and I slowly began to press down on the combined penis of the two. It, or they, slowly slid in, expanding the walls of my cunt in a combination of pain and pleasure. I don't know what Sebastian could see but Nicholas and I watched in awed silence, as I was able to engulf them until our pubic hairs co-mingled and blocked the view. I closed my eyes, lost in a red fog of lust and sensation. I began to lift and then lower again myself, finding each downward movement easier. I could feel myself just on that threshold of orgasm, that moment when I usually went from wanting it to the inevitability of having it. Nicholas and Sebastian were restricted in their ability to move but I could feel them both trying to thrust upward. They soon coordinated their movements, both pushing upward at the same time. I felt a hot throbbing begin where we were joined. At first I couldn't tell who was coming and then I realized that all three of us were orgasming at the same time. My vaginal muscles contracted and released in the same rhythm as their ejaculations. I knew we had accomplished something that I would never have dreamed possible, a simultaneous triple orgasm." ***** "You can stop now," my husband said. "I'll never be able to top that fantasy. You've now the champ at story telling. I don't think I could ever tell one better than that." "It was no fantasy," I replied. "You know I did spend that summer in Greece. This story is the truth. But not all of the truth. Maybe someday, I'll tell you about what the five of us did a few days later, my brother and I and Nicholas and Sebastian and their sister. With five participants, how many single-partner combinations would there be? If you include multiple-participants, I can't even imagine how many possible combinations there would be. I think we probably tried all of them." "I guess that's the best part of these stories, isn't it? Nobody will ever know if they were real or just dreams and fantasies." "What?" my wife joked. "You don't think I could have a triple orgasm with two other men?" "Well, you've certainly helped me to have three orgasms in one day or night. Now, if you agree, I'd like to see if WE can provoke just a single orgasm for each of us." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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