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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

14 - Night and Day

 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, 40
Sioned Stuart, 39, 18 in flashback
Kavan Stuart, 13
Arial Stuart, 11 (almost 12)
Kerry Stuart, 7 (and ½)
Angelina Brusoni, Angel, 18 in flashback
Mikaeli Brusoni, Mike, 20 in flashback

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart
Sioned Stuart

(KIERAN)

I was sitting on the deck with Sioned. Almost bedtime. We both
had on our sweat suits and we were wrapped in a blanket against
the cold. Her hand kept sneaking between my legs; she said it was
because her hands were cold. When she put her hand down my pants
and grabbed my cock, it didn't feel cold to me.

"Kieran, guess what your kids were doing this afternoon."

"Climbing Mount Fuji in Japan?"

"Don't be silly."

"Buggering the Bishop in the belfry?"

"Don't be silly. What's a belfry?"

"Oh shit, Sioned, what have they done now?"

"Kavan was showing them how he jacks off."

"He's already showed me. He's got a nice dick already. He's got
hair on his balls. It's time. When he shoots off, it's mostly
clear. There's some white sperm in it."

"Well he was lying on his bed, jacking off. Arial was on one side
of him and Kerry was on the other. He was giving his dick a good
workout when I walked in. He'd left the door open so I didn't
knock. He said, "Oh, shit," and kept on doing it. I watched him
and he kept his eyes on my face. When he came, a little spurted
out on his stomach and he milked the rest out. He made a nice
little mess."

"What'd the other kids do?"

"They just watched. Arial said, `That was a good one, Kavan.'
Kerry said, `Yeah, that's the best one you've done yet."

"Yeah. I'm glad we raised our kids to be like that. I'm proud of
my three little angels."

"I thought you would be."

"Come on, let's go to bed. Now that you've got it hard, I don't
want to waste it."

<><><>

(SIONED)

The quiet hour. The fifteen minutes between the time the children
are made to go to bed and the time the parents decide to follow.
No television. No noise. Only the sound of a page turning in a
book.

Kieran was reading a paperback after Kavan had finally followed
his younger sister and brother to bed. "The mail's on the table
beside you," I said, curious about the handwritten letter
addressed to him in child-like cursive that I hadn't opened.

"Thanks, Sioned," he muttered. He scanned through all the mail,
stopping on the last one. He opened it and read it quietly. When
he looked up at me, he could see the curiosity in my face.
"What's the letter about?"

"It's just some girl," he said, and then smiled at me. Teasingly?
Devilishly? "So you did have sex with someone in your freshman
year in college, didn't you?"

I was totally surprised. What the hell was he talking about? I'd
never said anything to him about my freshman year. I hadn't told
him I did. I hadn't told him I didn't.

"Yes, I did," I finally managed to say. "But I've never said one
word about that to you. Who's that damn letter from?"

"It's from Kerry's girlfriend.  She calls him Kerr. Must have
looked up our address in the phone book and then written down my
name instead of his. Pretty hot stuff."

"Let me see that?" It was from a girl. To Kerry. Asking him to
sit with her when they went on the field trip. I'd been suckered
into that one.

"Kieran, sometimes you're a real..."

"Shithead?"

"A real..."

"Dickhead?"

"Oh, shut up."

"When're you gonna tell me about it?"

"We don't have time tonight."

"Saturday night? I'll tongue your clit until you come." He stuck
his tongue out at me.

"I can't remember stuff like that the way you can."

"Saturday night? I'll tongue your clit and finger fuck you until
you come twice." He stuck his index finger out and curled it
upward as though it were in me.

To hell with the subjunctive mood. I was in the imperative mood.
"I'll give you thirty minutes of story tonight for one orgasm.
That's all!"

<><><>

Angel was my roommate for all of my freshman year. Her name was
Angelina Brusoni. Everybody called her Angel. Little did they
know. We had a lesbian affair from October through the next May.

Angel looked like an Italian renaissance statue of a woman come
to life, except no sculptor ever carved one like her. She had the
face of an angel with big dark eyes and a perfect mouth.  She was
still almost little-girl like, just over five feet tall, with
small perfect breasts and hips that hadn't widened into a woman's
yet.

She was a joy to have as a roommate. She was always happy,
smiling, singing. She was also studying, making A's and B's on
every test, acting in plays in the drama department. She held
down a part-time job and studied during almost all her free time.
She never seemed to have an extra penny to spend. We spent a
couple of Saturday afternoon at thrift stores, adding to her
college wardrobe.

Like so many things, it all started innocently enough on another
Saturday afternoon. I had my small TV on the football game
between our college and another regional school. I was half
listening to it while I was in the bathroom that we shared with
the two girls in the adjourning room. I had the area between my
legs and around my cunt lathered up and I was trying to see to
shave myself. Angel walked in on me. She sat down on the toilet
and peed and then just sat there watching me. I couldn't hide
what I was doing from her. With one foot on the sink and one on
the floor, I felt like an exhibit in a contortionist's show.

"I need to shave too. But I can't ever see what I'm doing down
there. How do you do it?"

"Very, very carefully."

"No, seriously, I always end up with stubble that itches or
little cuts that burn for days. I wish I could just get it nice
and smooth for a few days. I'd shave it all off if I could."

I bent over trying to see where I was using the razor. Angel
leaned over to get a better look. "You're no better at it than I
am. Damn, why do we have to have hair around it when the guys
like it bald?"

"Angel! How do you know they like it bald? Are you an expert on
guys' likes and dislikes?"

"I know one guy who likes it better when it's like a Mexican
hairless Chihuahua. I think I'm going to shave it all off. I
can't decide whether to trim the hair on my mound like a heart or
like an arrow pointing down. Shit, he knows where it is, anyway.
How do you think it would look bald?"

"Well, cold weather is here, why don't we just let it grow out
into a fur sporran?"

"What the hell is a sporran?"

"It's what a Scot wears in front of his kilt."

"Sorta keeping the family jewels warm, huh?"

"I suppose. I'd like to get a guy in a kilt. Imagine how much fun
he'd be on a date when I sneaked my hand up under his skirt. I
wonder what they really wear under a kilt?"

"I've heard it gets damn cold in Scotland. Maybe they wear one
wool sock and ear-muffs."

I tried to picture a well-dressed Scotsman. I succeeded enough to
bust out in giggles.

Angel reached under the sink for a plastic pan and filled it with
warm water. She grabbed a couple of towels. "Come on."

I put both feet on the floor. "What do you want?"

"I'm going to spread a couple of towels down on your bed. You're
going to put your ass down on them. I'm going to shave your
pussy."

"Angel, you can't do that."

"Why not? I've seen a cunt before. I've got one. I'll be very
careful. Besides, when I get through, you're going to shave me."

The idea intrigued me. What would it be like? Nobody had ever
made me an offer like this. Couldn't hurt, could it, if she was
careful. Hell, try it at least once.

I positioned myself on the towels. Angel turned her head from
side to side, looking, trying to decide which way to approach the
job. "Put your knees up and spread out as wide as possible. I'll
try to get the hair down in the crease between your legs and cunt
first." I quit trying to watch, dropped my head on my pillow, and
closed my eyes. I could feel the razor gliding over the crease
while she pulled the outer lips on one side toward the center.
She changed to the other side and repeated the procedure.

"Grab your knees with your hands and pull your butt up a little.
I'm going to try to shave a little further back." I felt the
strokes on my perineum. She wiped me clean with a warm cloth and
inspected her work. "I'm not going to try to shave the hairs
around your ass hole. If some guy gets back there, he can just
damn well put up with a little hair."

"Are you through?" I asked.

"Depends, I'd like to shave off this brillo pad on your mound. I
think I'd like it better if it was smooth too."

"Angel, we can't do that. What if somebody saw it?"

"What if they did? You got anybody you're showing it to?"

"No, not right now. If I let you do it, will you let me shave
yours too? We could both be smooth as ten-year olds."

"Stay right there. The lather's dried out. I need some more warm
water and lather."

I kept my eyes shut until she came back. I heard water dripping
in the plastic pan and then I felt a warm washcloth being placed
over my mound and between my legs. "We'll let that soak into the
hairs so they'll be easier to cut." She waited a minute or so,
humming to herself.

She pulled the cloth off and I heard the squirt of cream out of
the can. She spread it all over the remaining hair, waited a
little bit, and then started stroking again. She had to wash off
the razor frequently. When she was finally finished, she said,
"There, take a look. I think I rather like that."

I looked down. It looked like a little girl's body, smooth and
hairless. She leaned closer, looked, dipped her fingers in the
pan of water and wet an area or two. A couple of more swipes with
the razor and she straightened up again. "That's not a split
beaver anymore. That's a bald eagle, a noble bird if I've ever
seen one."

I rubbed all around and between my legs. It did feel smooooooth
and sillllkey. I smiled up at her. "Good job, Angel."

"One more thing," she said. "I've got some moisturizing cream I
like. Let me get it."

She dug out the cream and gently began to smooth it over the
shaved areas. "You'll like this cream. It makes everything feel
smooth and moist. Doesn't have anything in it that'll burn if you
get it in your cunt. It has a little spicy smell, like cinnamon.
I've been told it even tastes good. Let me check how you feel."

She lowered her head down toward my stomach. She rubbed her chin
over my mound and then turned her face side to side and rubbed it
with both cheeks. She moved lower and tried to get her chin and
face between my legs. Instead of chin, I felt tongue. I felt an
instant flash of heat as she licked up first one side, then the
other, and then the middle.

"It's as smooth as silk. Somebody's gonna love this. Ready to
shave me?"

<><><>

I'll have to admit it was easier shaving around somebody else's
cunt than around my own. I had expected Angel's Italian heritage
to give her a real wiry bush but her hair was soft as silk and
she had less between her legs than I did. Everything down there
looked so small and virginal, I thought she'd never been fucked.
Boy, was I wrong!

When I was through shaving her, I used my fingertips to see if I
could feel any stubble. Maybe I rubbed her a little too long
because she opened her legs wider apart and the small inner lips
of her cunt opened just a little. I could see a small gleam of
moisture in the slit.

I could say she was the one who started the whole affair. But the
truth is, I'm the one who gave the first lick. I stretched out on
the end of the bed, stuck my face down there, and very gently ran
my tongue up the almost-straight line of her opening.

"Oh, oh, oh god, Sioned, do it. Lick me. I need it. I wanna come
so bad."

I didn't know what to do. I'd sucked cock before but that didn't
tell me what to do with a woman. But I remembered when I'd had a
guy go down on me. I had to tell him what to do. He couldn't find
my clitoris until I pulled back the hood and showed him where to
lick. So I just did to Angel what I'd wanted the guy to do to me.
It wasn't that long until her inner lips were standing open and
wet with my saliva and her juices. Her clit had crept out from
under its hood and was dark reddish-brown. I gave it a good
licking until she came, moaning and thrashing around against my
face.

I crawled up on the bed and cuddled against her while she came
down and her breathing slowed. A little later, she turned to me
and brought her lips up to mine.

"I love the taste of my cunt on somebody else's lips," she
whispered. I wondered just who that somebody else had been.

She made love to me.  She entwined her arms and legs with mine
and kissed me with open mouth and tongue until I felt my own cunt
getting wet and hot. She moved down to my breasts and sucked my
nipples slowly and gently. I thought I could almost come just
from her sucking. When she moved further down and got her face
between my legs, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. She was
so slow, so gentle, so insistent on licking me, never pausing as
I began to moan and squirm. I knew I was close and when she stuck
one finger in me and pressed the right spot and then sucked my
clit as hard as she could, I had one screaming big orgasm.

And so we discovered it was a wonderful way to spend a fall
afternoon. Our football team lost.  We didn't care. We soon found
that it was also a good way to wake up in the morning, to relax
after studying, and especially to help go to sleep at night.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

We were taking a shower together late on Sunday night. My excuse
was that I wanted to get nice and warm before we went to bed. My
real reason was that I wanted some wet pussy before I went to
bed. With the warm water pouring down on us, I squatted down,
pulled her against my face, and tongued her clit until she came.

We got out, still wet, and she leaned over the sink counter while
I slid my cock into her from behind. I was just getting started
when she said:

"Kieran, do you know what Arial and Kerry were doing this
afternoon?"

"Uh, Sioned, I don't give a fuck, uh, what they were doing, uh."

"They were in Arial's room, oh, naked on the bed together, oh."

"Un, well, we go naked, un, all the time, un, what's wrong with
that? Un."

"They had, oh, that sex book you bought, oh, them. They were
looking at a guy, oh, with a hard-on, oh, and Arial was playing,
oh, with Kerry's dick."

"Uh, was it hard? Uh?"

"Oh, yeah, it was hard, oh, oh, oh, I love it hard. God, it's
good."

"Uh, is that all, uh?"

"No, oh, they looked at a picture of fallatio, oh, oh, oh, and
Arial sucked Kerry's dick."

"Did, uh, she get anything, uh, out of it, uh?"

"I don't think so, oh, oh, oh. He's only seven, oh, oh, oh, oh,
god, I'm coming."

"Oh shit, I am too."

<><><>

(SIONED)

Angel and I had our first argument when she told me her older
brother, Mike, was coming to see her. She wanted to smuggle him
into our room for the weekend.  When I protested and asked where
he'd sleep, she volunteered to sleep on the couch and let him
have her bed.

"Mike was going to college here last year. He dropped out to work
for a while. Our parents can't give us much help. Dad's in
construction and makes decent money but a lot goes for Mom's
health care. Mike and I are trying to figure out how we can get
through college on our own."

"Why don't you try to get student loans?" I asked.

"We're like our parents when it comes to going into debt. We
don't want to put a mortgage on our future. Mom and Dad wouldn't
even buy appliances or furniture unless they could pay cash. It's
just the way my family is."

"You're both going to try to get through college by yourself?"

"It's not impossible. My thrift-store jeans have designer labels
on them just like yours do. I just paid about one-tenth what you
did. We get Mike's in the same sort of places. We don't waste
money on drinking or drugs or stuff like that. Right now, our
plans are that we'll both be in school together next year. We're
going to get a cheap apartment and live together and both get
part-time jobs. If money's too tight, we'll both drop out for a
year and work and then come back."

"He sounds like a good guy, Angel, but you know we're not
supposed to have men in our room overnight."

"Mike really is a very good guy, Sioned. He's one of the most
honest guys you'll ever meet, very sweet and loving, and most of
all he knows when to keep his mouth shut and when to open it."

I thought for a minute about her last remark. "What do you mean
about keeping his mouth shut?"

"We've been fucking each other for the last five years. You're
the third person who knows about it."

"Oh shit, you've got to tell me all about this!"

<><><>

Mike knocked on the door about five on Friday afternoon. When
Angel let him in, he was carrying two big paper bags that were
emanating wonderful aromas of Italian food. I don't know whether
it was the Italian-stallion maleness of him or the smell of good
Italian food, but I fell in lust with one or the other or both
immediately. The three of us stuffed ourselves and still had more
to stuff in our little under-the-counter refrigerator.

"Mom's a great cook, Sioned," he said. "She and I cooked this so
Angel wouldn't forget what good cooking's like."

"You helped cook this?" I asked, rhetorically. "Are you married?
If not, I want to stake a claim on you. I clean; you cook."

We sat and talked for an hour or so and I could easily see why
Angel loved her brother. He did seem like a genuinely nice guy. I
finally got up the courage to bring up the subject of him
sleeping in our room and whether they wanted to have sex with
each other. He seemed completely calm about my questions.

"Angel said she'd told you about us. If you're uncomfortable with
us doing anything here, we won't."

"But you've been doing it for years now. Don't you want to find
somebody else and get married and have kids? I thought Italians
loved to have families, maybe big ones."

"Oh, we'll both get married sooner or later," Angel said. And
we'll both have kids someday. We just can't afford to start
dating much yet. It ain't cheap, you know."

"Nobody else knows about you two fucking each other?"  I asked.
"If you do it at home, don't your parents suspect anything?"

"No, because we're very careful about it. We both love our
parents. I mean that, they're great parents. They've sacrificed
and done so much for us. I couldn't want more loving parents."

"So you love'em but you lie to'em."

"Yes and no, they're both good Catholics. They probably couldn't
imagine in their wildest dreams what Mike and I do. I just make
sure I don't tell them what they don't need to know."

"Are you good Catholics?"

"No," Mike said, "neither of us are Catholics any more. When
we're home, we go to mass with our parents. If they ask, we tell
them we go when we're not at home. We lie to them because we
don't want to hurt them."

"I thought Catholics tended to keep the faith," I said. "When did
you lose it?"

"I lost it when I was about ten years old," Mike said. "Our folks
kept after me to be an alter boy. Dad called and set me up to go
talk to the priest. When the priest got me alone with him in his
office, I knew to be on guard when he shut the door. He sat down
in front of me and talked to me a while. Then he leaned forward,
put his hand on my knee and asked me if I was really sure I
wanted to be an alter boy."

"This is good part, Sioned. Wait'll you hear what Mike told him."

"I said my father wanted me to be an alter boy. And if he ever
put his hand on me again, I'd cut his cock off and stuff it down
his throat."

"You didn't? At ten years old?"

"Yeah, I did. I'd heard enough from the other kids to watch out
for the pervert."

"What happened?"

"Nothing. He called my father and said he didn't think I had a
real calling to be an alter boy. I never heard anything about it
after that. When my parents made me go to confession at least
once a year, I'd tell him Fuck you, Father, for you have sinned."

<><><>

"Well, we've got two twin beds and one small couch. Now that
you've snuck him in here, where is he going to sleep?" I asked.

"Oh, come on, Sioned," Angel begged. "He didn't come this far to
sleep. He came because he hasn't had a good fuck in two months.
And no blow jobs either. And I haven't been eaten since you did
it on Wednesday. I want him to fuck me and eat me."

"Oh, ho, so you two are muff diving each other now?" Mike asked.

"No, Mike," Angel said. "We've both shaved off all our pubic
hair. We're bald eagles now. We just go lickity-split."

In spite of myself, I giggled at Angel's descriptive ability.

"Come on, Angel, lemme see it. I haven't seen your pussy without
hair in so long I've forgotten what it looks like."

"Yeah, well, that's because you got so close when I was eleven,
you couldn't see it without getting cross-eyed."

"He started with you when you were eleven?" I asked. "And he's
two years older so that means he was thirteen then."

"You're good at math, Sioned," Angel said. "At least he didn't
fuck me for two more years after that. I used to hate it...well,
not exactly hate it...when he had to do it with a rubber. I
wanted to feel him come in me, not in a damned Trojan."

"Are you on birth control now?" I asked.

 "Have been since I was fifteen. I found out Mom was on birth
control when she left a prescription on the dresser in her room.
Good Catholic, ha! I stole it and took it to a different drug
store and told them to fill it for my Mom. After that, I found
out how to get'em from a girl at school. "

"I didn't get fucked until I was sixteen," I said. "I told Mom
and she took me to the gynecologist and he gave me a
prescription."

Mike displayed his annoyance at our reminiscing about birth
control pills. He stood up and started taking off his jeans. "If
you girls are gonna talk, I'm going to bed. I'll take the couch
if somebody's got an extra pillow and blanket." He pulled his
sweatshirt over his head and stood there in his whitie tighties.
I think I heard two heads snap when they turned in his direction.

He was quite a hunk, I'll have to admit. Tall, dark, and
handsome. Lean body. Soulful eyes.  And a bulge in front of his
briefs that was most impressive. I could even see his dark pubic
hair, spilling out around his briefs, down his legs, the same
color his sister had before I shaved it off.

"Sioned, we're both on the pill. He eats pussy better than any
other man I know.  He's got a fabulous dick that'll just drive
you up the wall. He can keep a hard-on for, like, hours. I'm
horny as hell and I'm going to get eaten and fucked tonight. You
can get it on with us or you can go to bed and pull the blanket
over your head. Which'll it be?"

I motioned for Mike to walk over to my bed. When he did, I pulled
down the front of his briefs to see what he had. "I hope you
won't think three's company. I hope you'll treat me just like
family."

<><><>

I stood up and took off my clothes. "Don't take your panties off,
Sioned," Angel said. "Mike wants to take them off. He wants to
chew them off you."

Mike looked around at the room. "There's not enough room here to
turn around in. We sure as hell can't all three get on a twin
size bed."

"We can push'em together," Angel said.

"Yeah, and somebody'll break their neck falling through the crack
when they come apart," he said. "We need some way to keep them
together."

"I'll get some nylon cord," I said. "Somebody left a whole roll
near the trash bin on the hall."

I was back in a flash with the stash, I mean trash. Mike crawled
under the bed and tied the legs of the frames together. The backs
of his legs were covered with dark curly hair. I could even see
it on his ass through the thin fabric of his briefs. I wondered
how it'd feel if I ran my hands over it. When he rolled over,
there was a big bulge in the front of his shorts, curving around
down between his legs. I wondered how it'd feel if I ran my
tongue over that.

Mike pulled his briefs off and threw them with his other clothes.
He sat down on the couch and stroked his cock a couple of times.
When it stood up, I knew I was going to find out how it'd feel.

"Mike and I both know what we like to do with each other,
Sioned," Angel said. "We've both screwed around with somebody
else. We've just never done it with anybody together at the same
time."

"Jeez, Angel," Mike said. "It's like Italian food. Just let me
serve her the same thing I serve you. If she doesn't like
rigatoni, I'll see if she likes cannoli. I might even slip her a
little tartufo if she's real hungry."

"Damn, I know what rigatoni and cannoli are," I said, "but I've
never heard of tartufo. What is it?"

"Its a rich chocolate mousse surrounding a vanilla cream center
rolled in crushed hazelnuts then covered with a layer of dark
chocolate," he said, as though he were a waiter describing it to
diners. "I can still quote you a long list of desserts from my
job in an Italian restaurant last year."

"Could I have an order of tongue first and then you can serve me
some of that cannoli you've got in your hand?" I asked.  (Cannoli
- A crisp pastry shell stuffed with a sweetened mixture of
Ricotta cheese, liqueur, and chocolate chips)

Mike smiled at me with a roguish smile and asked, "Would madam
permit my sou-chef to assist in serving you?"

"Sou-chef, hell," Angel said. "Get on the bed, Mike."

"Angel, you said you weren't...."

"GET ON THE BED, MIKE!"

"Angel, I don't want..."

"GET ON THE BED, MIKE, NOW!!!"

He sat on the side of the bed, waiting, as I was, to see what
Angel wanted him to do.

"LAY BACK AND SHOW US YOUR DICK, MIKE!"

He lay back on the bed and showed us his dick. I whistled in
appreciation and he smiled at me.

"NOW GET IN THE CENTER, MIKE, SPREAD OUT!"	

He crawled onto the now king-sized bed and stretched out, his
arms and legs extended out to the sides. He closed his eyes. I
wondered what the hell was going on.

Angel got the ball of nylon cord and rolled it under the bed to
me. She quickly and expertly tied her end around Mike's wrist.
She came around to my side of the bed, cut the cord, and tied the
end around Mike's other wrist. She rolled the ball of cord under
the bed at the foot and soon had Mike's legs tied so he couldn't
lift them or bring them together.

"What are we doing, Angel?" I asked.

"We're tying him down. We're gonna get our bald eagles licked and
he's gonna get a good blow job."

"Angel, I don't..

"Shut up, Sioned!"

"Don't Angel...

"SHUT UP, SIONED. GET ON THE BED."

"Fuck you, Angel!"

`GET YOUR GODDAMN ASS ON THE BED, SIONED!"

I looked at the devilish gleam in her angelic eyes and saw the
smile flickering on her red lips. I got on the bed beside Mike.

"What do you want me to do?" I started to take my panties off.

"Keep your panties on, Sioned. When Mike begs, you can cut them
off with these." She handed me a pair of scissors.

"Get up over him. Knees in his armpits. Hands on the wall over
him. Lean over `til your cunt's close to his face. Let him beg
for it. When you're ready, stuff a pillow under his head."

"Like this?"

"That's right. Let him sniff it. Let him lick your panties. Then
cut your panties to shreds. Let him get his tongue in. Just don't
let him see it until he begs. Then cut your panties off and show
him what your bare pussy looks like. If he's bad, feed him the
pieces of your panties."

"What are you going to be doing while I'm on his face?"

"I'm going to be sucking his dick until he shoots his load in my
mouth. Just wait `til he says come kiss me. You'll see."

<><><>

I moved up a little on the bed until the crotch of my panties was
just inches from Mike's chin. He bent his neck, lifted his head
up, and tried to bring his mouth in contact with my crotch. He
was still an inch or so away.

I looked back at Angel. She was between Mike's outstretched legs,
one hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, her head just
above it. "Are you ready?" she whispered. I nodded. She said,
"Go" and lowered her head over his cock. Her long black hair fell
around her face, shutting out my view. I could hear her slurping
and sucking.

I looked back at Mike. His eyes were looking up at me, a pleading
look in them. I grabbed a pillow and stuck in under his head so
he was in a perfect position. I moved closer to him so that the
crotch of my panties was against his mouth. Through the thin
fabric I could feel his wet tongue licking.

I gave him a minute or two of frustration trying to lick through
the fabric. When I looked back at Angel, she was alternating
between her hand and then her mouth of Mike's cock. She looked at
me and winked.

I decided to take pity on poor Mike. I picked up the scissors,
moved away from his face, and, with two fingers, pulled the wet
fabric away from my cunt. I cut just one small amount away from
the crotch, leaving a hole about the diameter of Mike's dick. I
started to drop it off the bed but Angel was watching and stopped
me.

"Ask him if he wants to eat a piece of your panties before he
gets to eat your pussy," she said.

I held the small piece of fabric in front of his face. He looked
up at me, his eyes smoldering, licking his lips. When I touched
his lips with the fabric, he opened his mouth. He chewed and then
swallowed. I moved close to him so that the hole in my panties
was above his mouth and then settled down, like a brood hen
settles on her eggs.

I closed my eyes and let Mike's magical tongue play tricks on my
cunt. I could feel Angel's hand shaking the bed and hear her
mouth making hungry noises. I was in bliss.

Mike's tongue never lagged but gradually I realized that there
were two parties being frustrated by my panties. His access to me
was limited to a circle a couple of inches in diameter. I wanted
him to lick me all over down there. I grabbed the scissors,
backed away from him, and cut two lines, one down to the left
leg, the other to the right. Mike was leering up at me. When I
pulled the remains of the wet panties away from my crotch, he
looked down at my bald eagle and gave one big sigh - relief,
appreciation, anticipation? And then he went at it, lickety
split."

The seizures in my cunt felt like an earthquake: a series of very
strong initial jolts, followed by milder aftershocks, and finally
the peace of complete satisfaction.

I thought of posting a big sign over the bed whenever he was
finished: Caution - Unrestricted Access to a Bald Pussy Can Lead
to Convulsive Orgasms.

I looked back at Angel and she was giving Mike's cock her best
efforts. She was stroking his cock up and down rapidly, sort of
twisting her hand at the top of each stroke, and moving her mouth
up and down on the head, sucking and slurping loudly. My ass was
resting comfortably on Mike's chest and I could feel his hard
muscles underneath me. He started trying to thrust upward, into
Angel's mouth, even though he was almost totally pinned down. He
started banging his head up and down on the pillow and I knew
Angel was getting a mouthful.

He gradually relaxed and I heard him whisper," Angel, come kiss
me." I wondered what was going on. Angel moved up over his body,
pushing me to one side. She straddled Mike's stomach, leaned over
his face, and brought her lips down to his. I watched in
disbelief as she gave him a cum-kiss. I finally realized what
they meant.

<><><>

Angel and I curled up on each side of Mike, our heads resting on
the biceps of his arms. Angel was twirling her fingers in the
hair on her chest.

"Should we untie him now?" I asked.

"No, Sioned!"

"But why not? He's got to be tired of being in that position."

"SHUT UP, SIONED. THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE HE HAS TO BEG FOR."

I did as I was told and waited to see what would happen next.
After a minute or so I heard Mike whisper, "Please, Angel, let me
eat your pussy."

"What did you say, Mike? Do you want something?"

"Yes, mistress, I mean Angel, I want to lick your pussy."

"ASK SIONED TO GIVE YOU PERMISSION!!!"	

"Sioned, may I please lick Angel's pussy?"

"I suppose it might be permitted," I said. "But what'll I do
while you two are busy. You can't expect me to do nothing, can
you?"

"Please, Sioned, would you suck my cock while I'm licking Angel's
pussy?"

"WAIT, SIONED," Angel interrupted. "How many more times can you
come tonight, Mike, sweet little brother?"

"At least one more, Angel," he whimpered.

"That's not good enough, Mike, we need at least two more out of
you."

He waited for a moment, thinking. "I promise, Angel, at least two
more times tonight."

"And where do you want to make these little semen deposits, Mike,
my little boy?"

"One for you and one for Sioned.  Anywhere you want them."

"You realize that if you can't deliver Sioned and I are going to
have to severely punish you."

"Yes, Angel."

"Come on, Sioned, I've got to pee. We need to talk."

<><><>

Angel pushed me in the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind
us.

She stood with her back to the door, giggling while I sat down on
the toilet and emptied my bladder with loud squirts into the
water below. I rolled TP around my hand and patted dry.

"What will we do to punish him if he can't come twice more?" I
asked.

"I don't know. I've never had to do it. I'd like to though. Think
of something."

She let loose with her stream louder than I was, incongruous for
an angelic waif of a girl. She stood up, still smiling.

"You didn't wipe," I said.

"I know. He'll like it."

<><><>

Back on the bed, Angel moved into position over Mike's face. I
didn't know if he liked a piss-wet pussy but I could hear his
slurping noises.

I knelt between his legs and looked at his penis. It was in that
state halfway between flaccid and erect, resting on his stomach
in his patch of pubic hair, pointing toward his navel. I could
see one last gob of semen that had oozed out and was clinging to
the slit at the head of his dick. I carefully picked it up and
took it in my mouth. I decided that Italian semen wasn't really
all that bad; I couldn't even taste the garlic.

"Don't make him come, Sioned. If he's got two more loads in his
pistola, I want one shot in my cunt. You can have the other in
yours. I think you'll like it."

"Yes, mistress, I mean Angel."

I gave his cock my full attention then, hand and mouth both
working together. I tried to watch his balls, to see how much
they had drawn up, as a way to judge how close he was to coming
again. I was slow and gentle and his balls hung low while I
sucked him.

Angel came loudly, first moaning and then almost screaming. I
worried that somebody in the dorm might hear her. If a would-be
rescuer had busted in the door at that moment, he or she would
have seen quite a sight - one Italian stallion tied down on the
bed while a little brunette straddled his face and a bigger
redhead sucked his cock.

<><><>

After we recovered, Angel asked, "Mike, would you like to be
untied now?"

"Yes, Angel, if it pleases you."

"You pleased me, brother dear. Sioned, would you untie our poor
little boy?"

I untied him and crawled back on the bed beside him. He wrapped
his long arms around both of us and gave us a big hug. Angel and
I both reached for his still-erect cock at the same time.

"After you, Angel," I said.

"No, no, Sioned. I insist. The next orgasm's yours. He's yours to
do whatever you want."

"Is that right, Mike? You'll do whatever I want you to?"

"Yes, Sioned. Anything you want."

I leaned over and kissed him on his mouth, redolent with the odor
of garlic, two different pussies, and his own come.

"I want to get on my back and I want you on top of me. I want you
to ease that big cock of yours into my cunt. I want to tie you
down with my arms and legs. You can even kiss me if I don't gag
at your garlic and cunt and cum breath. I want you to fuck me
until you blast a load down deep in me. I don't even care whether
I have another orgasm as long as you do."

He did as he was told, pistioning, pistola-ing, away in my cunt
until he had his second orgasm. I had one or two. I'm not sure
because they sort of ran together there at the end.

<><><>

I looked at the clock and saw that it was close to midnight. I
didn't know where the hours had gone. I'd eaten Italian, been
eaten by an Italian, and been fucked by an Italian. I knew I was
finished for the night. She could have the third orgasm out of
him if we could get it up again.

"Lemme up," Mike said. "I've got to go pee."

We all untangled and he swaggered into the bathroom, his hairy
ass beautiful in rear view. I couldn't even remember being aware
of the hair on his butt when I had dug my fingernails into him
and jerked him forward against me.

When he came out, he went over to the little refrigerator and
bent over. "Angel, do you have a beer? I want something to drink
and a bite of something to eat." He pulled out a hunk of sandwich
big enough to choke a horse and stood looking at us.

"Look on the bottom shelf, Mike. Sioned, would you like something
to eat?"

<><><>

He could get it up again. With two mouths sucking on his balls
and his cock, he could get it up, big and hard as it was at
first. Angel got on her back and Mike crawled on top of her. He
held his cock in one hand and slid it into her. He stretched out
on top of her, fastened his mouth to hers, and started slowly
pumping away. I watched as her arms encircled his chest, then her
legs came up, splayed out, calves over his ass, ankles
interlocked. Her hands found his ass-cheeks and I could see her
fingernails begin to dig in. They stayed like that for what
seemed like an eternity. Locked together. Moving together.
Breathing and grunting together. My cunt was already drooling
from being fucked and I had a towel between my legs. When he
came, and maybe she did too, they both were loud enough to wake
up the dead. I could feel the heat and hunger in my cunt from
watching them. I wondered if there was any way he could get it up
again. It turned out that he was finished for the night.

The next day we shaved him, ass cheeks to ankles, belly button to
balls. He got it up four times, two for each of us. I went to
sleep on Saturday night hoping that I'd never forget the taste of
garlic and cunt and cum.

Mike came back at least once a month for the rest of the year.
Angel and I kept each other relatively content with regular
tongue- and finger-induced orgasms. But Mike's Italian stallion
cock or cocked pistola kept both of us even more satisfied. I
learned to like being treated like part of an Italian family.

The next year Mike came back to school and he and Angel rented a
small apartment. I was welcomed, well-comed, on my regular visits
but things just weren't the same. My next roommate was a
born-again something or other and I never saw her cunt. I didn't
care though because Mike taught me how to say "Bocce il mio culo"
in Italian. I used it so much Angel said I sounded like a part of
her family.

<><><>

(KIERAN)

It took three nights for Sioned to complete her story. I had an
orgasm each night. I know she had four, maybe five, orgasms in
return. Just like Scheherazade, I thought, except that I didn't
think I could keep up with stories every night. I was about to
fall asleep when she had to tell me about our sweet little
angelic kids again.

"Kieran, guess what your eleven year old, almost twelve, daughter
was doing this afternoon," my wife said.

"I don't want to guess. I don't want to know. I guess it's
something I don't want to know."

"She was in our bathroom naked. Guess who was in there with her?"

"Oh, shit. Kerry? What were they doing?"

"She was shaving her legs -with your razor."

"Damn, you know that's sacred. Nobody touches my razor. Why'd you
let her do that?"

"I didn't let her. I told her you'd be mad at her. She offered to
buy you a new one with her own money if I wouldn't tell you."

"Why'd you tell me, then?"

"I went out and bought you a new one, just like your old one. I
got her one that's made for women."

I had to think a minute about that. "Why did you buy me a new
one? Why didn't you just put a new blade in the old one?"

"Because you have a new one now. It doesn't need a new blade."

I knew something didn't make sense but I couldn't figure out what
it was. "Why was Kerry in there with her?"

"He was watching her shave her legs. She was showing him how much
hair she had on her pussy already."

"I'm totally confused now. What happened to my old razor?"

"I gave it to Kerry. He said he liked her pussy better when it
didn't have hair on it. He wanted to shave her pussy with your
old razor. He promised to be careful and not cut her so I gave it
to him."

There are days like this when you're married with three kids. Why
does a pussy with a few dozen hairs need shaving?

<><><>

Sioned backed her butt up to me and I spooned up against her. My
defeated dick fit snuggly in the wet warm area between her
thighs.

I was still thinking about her story about Angel and Mike. I
couldn't wait until I could get Sioned to tie me down and put her
panty-covered pussy up to my mouth. I thought about eating
through the fabric before she cut her panties off.

Garlic and cunt and cum. Damn, what a combination.

"Well, which did you like best? Sex with him or sex with her? Did
Angel ring your chimes better than Mike donged your bell?"

"You can't compare them?"

"What do you mean? Sure you can."

"No, you can't. Which do you like better, night or day?"

"That's not the same thing."

"Well, I think they are and I like both of them, night and day.
Night and day, you are the one," and she started singing,
"there's a hungry, yearning, burning inside of me."


Bocce il mio culo.   =	Kiss my ass.

Pistola	                =              Pistol

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