Olympic Tail

by Dave

The Cessna 172 drifted lazily over the peaks of the Olympic Mountains.
Occasional updrafts would buffet the aircraft, but the aircraft was designed to play in this environment, and would gently bounce and sway only to return to its original course.
It had taken three years for Steve to pull the money together to finally purchase the aircraft, and every time it left the ground his heart would soar with his new found freedom.
His first few solo flights had been extremely conservative, but lately, he had taken a liking to skimming the crest of the various peaks, some still coated with permanent glaciers.
As the aircraft would climb away from each dive, he would roll the aircraft slightly to get a glimpse of the wilderness below him.
Although buffeted by rain and cold, the Olympics were a perfect playground for the adventurer - with parks, hiking trails, and many unexplored areas in which to play.
Rumours told of the Sasquatch, a furry oversized ape, that hid among the majestic firs in the region, but they were merely stories often told around campfires amidst wide-eyed youth.
The scientific communities merely scoffed at the thought of a Neanderthal wandering somewhere below; and Steve had agreed with them. Although he was a distinguished anthropologist, his philosophy had always been to "believe only when seen."

He rolled the aircraft for another pass over one of the snow-dusted peaks, when he heard the sickening sounds of the engine icing. He quickly flipped the heater switches in the cockpit, but before they could respond, the once graceful bird began a gradual, yet pronounced descent into the wilderness below.
Steve barely had time to position the nose into the wind as the belly came in contact with the first limbs from the towering firs. One of the wing supports caught on a larger trunk, and the aircraft spun unmercifully, throwing its startled pilot through the unlatched door before careening into another pine and disappearing into the needle-matted forest floor below.
The sounds of impact were sickening to Steve as he clung desperately to the first tree he had ever become intimate with.
His chest felt smashed by the impact, but he continued his bear hug the trunk to give his head time to clear, and plan his next move.
He looked down, through the branches and saw a figure looking at him - he couldn't be sure, but he thought it could be a woman.
He called out, but his voice cracked as the pain in his chest squeezed the wind from him.
Through his clouded vision he looked down again to see that his silent witness had vanished.

The bough supporting him suddenly snapped, sending him tail-first into the foliage below.
Mercifully, he landed on a gentle slope; saving his back, and rolling him into a decayed tree trunk. He just laid there, panting from the exertion of the fall.
After a few moments, he eased himself into a sitting position, and ran a body check - bruised ribs, a sprained ankle, and the shit scared out of him, but nothing broken.
He was extremely fortunate, and slumped back to regain his breath and thank his creator for the life he had.
When he felt a little stronger, he eased himself up, and gingerly limped a few paces over to a small uprooted tree, where he fashioned a walking stick using his trusty pocket-knife.
Knowing the elements could quickly put a man down, he gathered his slightly torn flight jacket around himself, and set out to gather some firewood and shelter.
He found shelter beneath a fallen tree.
It took most all the fluid in his lighter to start the matted fir needles, but gratefully, a tiny flame flickered and took hold, promising some warmth and security for the night ahead.
There was enough water gathered in pools nearby that he could use to quench his thirst. With mornings' light he vowed to head for the sounds of a river somewhere below - to follow it to what he hoped would be civilisation.
For tonight, he would rest; and with one final excursion to collect firewood, he returned to collapse by the warmth he had created.

Steve was unaffected by the sounds about him; he was too exhausted to even be scared.
As he drifted off into a fitful slumber, he was vaguely aware of the footfalls around him.
Slowly they lifted his form onto the hastily made stretcher, and moved swiftly through the night like invisible spirits. Knowing the forest better than their own bodies, they gracefully moved through the branches without the need for any light, fearful that it would betray their presence.
Fully unaware of his journey, Steve continued sleeping fitfully, unshaken by the female forms labouring to insure his safe passage. They brought him into the main cavern; a cave of roughly 2000 square foot, meticulously carved from rock complete with alcoves and a fire pit in the centre.
Tonight he would sleep here on a hastily made bed of pine boughs.
One by one, they trickled into the surrounding alcoves, murmuring to themselves in a subdued yet enthusiastic tones.
The campfire Steve had worked so hard to create was now a faint plume of smoke and embers, mercifully extinguished by the moisture from the nights encroaching mist. Except for the occasional rustle of one of the nocturnal creatures, the forest became a sleeping wilderness.

He awoke with a start; the stench compelled him to grasp his nose in disgust.
In front of him, a seven foot, hairy biped glared at him with dark eyes.
It had a raised forehead, high cheekbones, long fingers and the stance of a primate. Steve had encountered his first Sasquatch.
Still tender in his ribs, he slowly raised up onto his elbow for a closer look at the creature; who immediately bared its uneven teeth and growled in response. Resigned only to observe, Steve eased back down on the mat and studied the anatomical structure of the beast, making mental notes he hoped to someday publish.
After a brief calm, a stately yet decidedly feminine voice exclaimed:

"Kay ayunda Tonda; chaa!"

Startled, Steve turned towards the voice to find himself confronted by several stone-sharpened spear points aimed directly at his throat. The beast grumbled from deep within its throat, then shuffled away to disappear beyond the caves entrance; the flies buzzing around his enlarged genitals leaving with him.
He gulped and froze; furiously trying to analyse the words he just heard in an effort to speak to his captors.
His eyes met theirs, and his mouth dropped open. Covered with animal furs, probably bear skins, were some of the most beautiful female faces he had ever seen. Their complexions were white as snow, their wide eyes dark as night, and their high cheekbones and straight black hair had definitive Asian origins.
Their stance was as rigid as the fir that spun his aircraft about, and there was no hesitation in their movements. He could feel his excitement began to rise from within - this could be an, as yet, undiscovered tribe! Then from above, her voiced boomed again:

"Abooha, chaa!"

The girls took a few paces back, then dropped to their haunches using their spears to keep their bodies still and rigid.

"You are a human male?" The voiced questioned with authority.

"Yes, and I'm intrigued . . ."

"Silence!" The faceless voice barked, "You will respond only to our given commands, and you are not allowed to look us in the face. Insubordination will not be tolerated! Do you understand?"

Steve nodded, afraid to speak. But he moved his eyes to look in the direction of the voice without moving his head; and he saw her for the first time.
Unlike her subordinates, she was a flawless Nordic beauty, with fine golden hair, sterling blue eyes, and a pristine face and figure that were virtually flawless in every detail.
She stood from an outcropping overlooking the interior of the entire cave with the grace and poise of a true queen. Her eyes moved between Steve and her subjects, noting every movement while saying nothing. The front of her furs were slightly opened, revealing just the hint of the best-toned female form he had ever seen, much less imagined.
He slid to his knees, humbled by her beauty and composure; a fearful captive who hoped to someday learn her secrets.

"Ayunda impar, chaa." she commanded, then turned and disappeared.

Two warriors stepped forward, and grasped each of his arms, and a third pointed her spear to the small of his back as he was obliged to follow them.
A forth followed behind as they left the shelter of the cave and strolled to the nearby river. Once there, one of the warriors began to remove his clothing roughly, using a hunting knife she produced from beneath her furs. The air was cold against his bare skin, and the bruises from yesterdays brush with death were pronounced against his otherwise pale skin.
The fourth girl produced a scrub brush made of pine needles, and threw it to one of her companions, while maintaining a tight grip on the extra set of furs she was carrying.
The other warriors slipped the furs from their sleek shoulders, and guided him into a deep pool amidst the rushing water.
The river was barely above freezing, and Steve felt himself shivering uncontrollably as his captors removed the last of his clothing, and started scrubbing him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
When they reached his genitals, they paused, roughly pulling his testicular sack and penis with harsh downward motions, sending spasms of pain down his legs.
Then, using the scrub brush, the scrubbed every pore of his manhood several times over.
It was only the numbing cold of the water that kept him from collapsing from the sexual abuse he received. After completely scrubbing the remainder of his shivering body with firm, circular motions, they were satisfied that he was clean, and pulled his tortured body up onto the shore, where they threw the fur over his head, and set about washing themselves.

From his position on the shoreline, he could watch them. One of the warriors had remained to guard him - her spear at his throat, but the other three splashed into the freezing water, flinging their robes onto some of the overhanging tree limbs near the shore.
The splashed and played with a childlike innocence.
Their well-muscled bodies were beautiful; their skin was white and shiny, their breasts small and firm, their torsos slightly rounded with sensuous curves, their bottoms where tight and beautifully elliptical, and, as he studied their long sinewy legs that disappeared into the water, he knew he was witnessing the most sensual moment of his life.
They were goddesses unto themselves, and although he was battered and abused, he could feel the first stirrings of his arousal. The warriors began to play with one another, cuddling and stroking each other with genuine care and passion.
Soon two of his captives were on their knees, kissing and licking the velvety bush of the third, whose head was thrown back in passion.
As the muscles in her torso and thigh signalled her impending orgasm, her lovers stroked her with increased urgency, sending her into spasms as she forcefully held them to her quivering body.
As if a well scripted ballet, the three dancers changed position, renewing their erotic stimulation of one another. Their breasts heaved and bounced, partially buoyed by the freezing water, and by each other hands. Their nipples protruded sharply, reflecting their arousal, and the waters cool message. The lips of their womanhood were swollen and flushed pink; a dramatic contrast to the pale white skin of their tummies; their faces were contorted with pleasure, reflecting the stimulation that was shared so openly between them.

It was such an erotic picture, that Steve couldn't help but become aroused.
His erection formed an obvious bulge in the fur covering him and his hips began to move with a mind of their own when his captor noticed him.
She yelped in a shrill squeal towards the other members of her party.
They abandoned their reveries and leapt through the water with the grace of your deer. Seeing Steve's' arousal, they ripped off the fur and began stabbing at his genitals with the blunt end of their spears. He rolled over in agony, trying to protect his throbbing manhood, but they continued to jab at his anus and scrotum until he screamed.
This stopped the free-for-all; they quietly got dressed and half pulled, half-dragged his body back to the cave.
He was thrown to the floor in a demonstration of their repulsion.
They stood without moving, joined by some of their other warriors, gazing up to the outcropping where the queen soon appeared.

" Kay Atook, chaa!" she commanded, and two of the warriors lifted him on to their shoulders, and carried him to the back of the cave where a long flight of hand-carved stairs brought them to her lair.
She dismissed them with a graceful wave of her arm, and issued a few more commands to the women gathered below.
The crowd below her dispersed, returning to their previous duties while murmuring of the disturbance that had brought them to the cave. Some returned to their gardens, while others joined the already forming hunting party, others grabbed special u-shaped spears to snare some of the salmon so abundant up river, while still others split off to gather berries and firewood.
Only two remained within the cave, cleaning its myriad of perches and alcoves with pine boughs, before sweeping the floor.

"So, as any other man, you can't control yourself," she smirked as she looked as his trembling form at her feet. Isn't there just one of you that can respect a woman for her mind instead of her body?"

He looked up, being careful not to make eye contact with her, focusing instead on the portion of her furs where her breasts were hidden.
"No - were just animals, guided by our instincts," he replied softly, yet with conviction; as he tried to hide any symptoms of the pain he was experiencing.

"Good answer!" She retorted, and knelt down beside him to look into his face. "I demand honesty, and must admit that a stimulating conversation with a member of the opposite gender would be refreshing from time to time. Can you offer me that?" She asked with raised eyebrows.

He took the liberty to look into her beautiful eyes and responded; "That all depends on your conception of stimulating."

A smile graced her sultry lips, revealing a perfect set of white teeth. "Well, there may be hope for you after all Mr. Steve Marx!
I took the liberty of examining your wallet - you're not what one would call 'financially secure' are you? Seems to me that you should be organising expeditions rather than joy riding around my piece of sky!"

Steve was beside himself. First she could speak English intelligently.
Second, she was asking for his intellectual input, revealing both curiosity and acceptance.
And third, from his vantage point, he could see that she was even more beautiful than he had first imagined; the mounds on her chest and the curves of her hips and thighs were far more pronounced, and her olive skin was flawless.
"I knew you had my wallet," he offered; "Mind if I sit up, or is this subjugation game your only means of communicating with the opposite sex?"

"Ho, strike one for the intruder!" She clapped her hands with glee bringing the attention of the two girls below.
"You are my victim, and I am your captor - got it!" she exclaimed.

"Sure," he retorted, "Now, do you mind if I sit up?"

"Oh, go ahead," she feigned frustration. "Next thing you'll need is a drink, then a bed, than a woman, and who knows what after that!" The cynicism in her voice dripped like honey.

"A good meal!" He offered.

"Good answer! Get up off that floor; sit over here and keep me company.
But if you should forget whose kingdom this is, rest assured I have no qualms about sending you into the fire pit below face first!" Her face was aglow with anticipation as he eased himself into the chair made of tree limbs and padded with cushions filled with soft matting.

"Right; so who are you, how did you inherit this kingdom, and what in the hell was that primate standing over me when I awoke this morning," he asked, his eyes alight with curiosity.

"Wo, Wo, Wo, hang on a minute, Dr Livingston; I'm the queen and your the knave - you answer my questions and I might, and I emphasise might, respond to yours . . Got it?"

"No," he retorted; "If you want conversation, it's going to take two to play, and from where I sit, I only see one!"

Her silence unnerved him; and he feared that he may have just purchased a one way ticket to the fire pit.
She strolled over to the large bed, also fashioned in a like manner to the chair where he sat, and eased her languid frame on to its mattress.
Her lovely features became ever more apparent, and as part of her leg extended from beneath her furs, he caught a glimpse of her thigh and dainty little feet; she was as perfect as he could imagine the female of the human species could be.
He toes were small and slim, crowning her foot whose contour was a shoe-makers dream. Her exposed leg showed no signs of shaving although there wasn't a hair to me seen anywhere.
The muscles were well defined, smoothing her leg into perfect contours. He found himself entranced and fought to keep himself from staring.

"Alright, I'll give you that," she offered after much thought.
"I'm Nera; and I'm definitely not from this God-forsaken rain forest, but came here much in the same manner as yourself. My subjects were remnants from an ill-fated Korean airliner filled with young refugees.
I got rid of the boys to eliminate any authority conflicts, and have lived here, virtually undisturbed with my loyal subjects for years."
She shifted her form, exposing even more of her perfect legs - Cleopatra would have been jealous. "Tonda, or that primate, as you call him, is probably some reject from who knows where. He and his family live just over the hill, and for some unknown reason, watch over us like a misplaced guardian angels.
Now that we've finished our 'lets get acquainted' talk Romeo, why don't you come over here," she patted the bed beside her luscious frame; "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!"
With a quick flourish, she opened her robes, and revealed her body to him. Her face was flawless; her neck long and languid, her shoulders smooth and silky, her breasts full and firm, her nipples tiny and teasing, her belly was blissfully smooth, and her legs were long and languid; her arms were perfectly contoured and her skin was shiny and gleamed with the healthy foods the forests had surrendered to her.
Her sex was barely covered by a wisp of light brown hair, and the fullness of her love lips revealed the passion that had built for so long. Her clitoris was a bright red bud, trembling with anticipation, and her vulva was awash with the cream of her passion.

He dare not make her wait, and with as few motions as possible, he removed the robe from his battered body, dove onto her bed, and began kissing every inch of her perfect body. She responded by rolling onto her back and slightly spreading those beautiful legs, as her hands caressed his hair and light sighs of passion escaped from her lips.
He continued down her neck and shoulders to her breasts, once again completely bathing every portion of her with kisses and gentle nibbles, Her erect nipples became engorged, and a slight trickle of milk dribbled from the left bud.
His journey continued down her smooth belly, in through her navel, and down the creamy smooth thighs. As he slid down her right thigh, the stimulation became far to much for her love-starved body to endure, and she pulled his head to her sex, rubbing her clitoris frantically against his lips. He couldn't move from her vice-like grip, and resigned himself to stimulate her pussy with his tongue as she spasmed with wave after wave of orgasmic release.
Her sighs echoed throughout the cave, and those who heard her, smiled knowingly. Not wanting to ever stop, Steve continued to lick the cream she was so profusely ejaculating, moving his head more freely into her womanhood.
Her legs had now moved up to replace her hands on both sides of his head, while her hands now tore at his back. She bucked like a horse with a bee sting giving Steve the ride of his life.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of orgasms and gallons of cream, she released a long, exasperated sigh, arching her back high into the air, then collapsed like a rag doll.

Maintaining his basic position, Steve moved his head up to her abdomen, and rested it there, feeling the occasional spasms as her muscles relaxed.

He was jarred awake by her legs, that once again had a vice-like hold on his head. His brain was screaming in agony, and he began to see flashing lights as she jerked his head from one side of the bed to the other in violent motions. Suddenly, she jerked and twitched, releasing his head.
He looked up to see her head tilted back, with her face contorted from the spasms of yet another orgasm. Knowing she was in a compromising position; he scurried up her silky torso, and while lifting his frame with his right hand, he positioned his rising manhood with his left, and slowly eased into her warm, silky vagina. She sighed, and lifted her knees closer to her chest to give his organ an easier voyage into the depths of her being.
Without once opening her eyes, her hands reached down to cradle his scrotum, as he began to slowly and lovingly copulate with this most beautiful creature. The gentle thrusts with her hips, her gentle sighs, and her silky hands on his swollen gonads brought him ever so close to his release into her beautiful belly.
His thrusts became more pronounced, and he could feel her employ the muscles of her vagina in a rhythmic stroking of his member.
Her legs locked around his back, and she began forcing her enlarged clitoris into the matted hair covering his pubic bone. Just as he felt the warmth signalling his release, he felt the muscles in her vagina spasm twice, then her entire body convulse as another orgasm shattered her.
As she embraced him in her orgasmic throes, he felt he seed explode into her womb. Her vaginal muscles spasmed along the length of his member forcefully, squeezing his seed deep into her receptive womb and draining all of the semen his body had to offer.
They both collapsed; he rolled over onto his side, maintaining his embrace, and keeping his softening member inside the exquisite warmth of her womanhood. She had a faint but recognisable smile on her face.

He awoke with her warm figure still wrapped about him, her face nuzzling his unshaven neck. Still unsure of his position in the scheme of things, he tried not to disturb his Queen for fear of retribution.
As he analysed all he could remember since the crash, he became aware of several figures standing at the head of the stairs up and behind the bed. As he started to turn, Nera awoke, and with her one free hand, firmly clamped it onto his shrivelled member.

""Chaa. . ." she breathed just barely loud enough for them to hear.

They ran to the bed, and eagerly examined our nakedness. Soon they were joined by others until virtually the entire clan was in or around the bed. Unable to withstand the strain, it collapsed. Everyone laughed and Steve felt he had secured a new position amongst these beautiful warriors, and a new lease on life. The played and pulled at his body, caressing and stroking every inch while satisfying their curiosities.
The entire scene became more and more erotic, as their attention focused on his genitals and each others sexuality.
He soon found himself amidst a full blown orgy with his manhood the main feature. His captors applied virtually every known of stimulation to his body - arousing him to a level he never thought imaginable.
His first orgasm was in the mouth of a young warrior, the second, in the pussy of another, the third on the stroking fingers of another, and the fourth between the pretty toes of yet another. Beyond that, he could scarcely remember, as his attention was focused on the pleasures of these beauties around him. Beyond, all about the floor and furnishings, the sexual frenzy continued as over forty pairs of bodies stimulated one another to orgasms. The air was filled with sighs, and moans, and the smells of over eighty pussies mingled together to create an erotic fragrance of unparalleled beauty. The intense amount of joy and passion exchanged was beyond description, and he found himself entranced by the feminine sexuality blossoming around him.
He eventually suffered a sensory overload, and collapsed into the arms of his loving Queen; vaguely aware that she was stroking his left thigh with her swollen labia on her way to yet another orgasm.

Beautiful bodies were draped over him as he stirred from his nap. Still exhausted, but urged on by his over-extended bladder, he gently moved the resting forms aside and rose. When he was halfway down the stairs, he realised he was naked, but considering the environment, he felt reassured , and continued his journey to the river.
Without shoes, he was forced to walk gingerly, and the occasional scratching of the fir limbs and blackberry vines to his nakedness became too much to bear, and he aimed his exhausted baby maker into the woods and let go. About half-way through the release, he became aware of a putrid odor, and as he looked up, he found himself staring straight into the furry nipples of a female Sasquatch.
He screamed and stumbled backwards, falling into a growth of sword ferns. She stepped from the trees, and gently reached down to touch his manhood, still dribbling the last of its golden discharge.
Her long furry fingers examined his flaccid shape in great detail; flexing it every which way, and lifting it to examine the ballsack. After what seemed to be an eternity, she released his organ, which fell back to the ball sac with a soft plop, and with what he perceived to be an apelike giggle, she turned and strolled off into the undergrowth. Several of the warriors who had silently followed him down the trail in hopes of witnessing how a man urinated, giggled at his reaction. He sat there, surrounded by the sword ferns, frustrated, yet relieved at the same time. With an air of resignation, he finally stood up, and as the warriors reached out to help him, gingerly walked back to the security of the clearing. They did not speak, but their reassuring touches calmed him.

As he entered the cave, Nera stood before him, once again adorned in those beautiful furs. He immediately dropped to his knees and put his forehead to the ground as a form of salute and tribute to the timeless beauty in front of him. She touched his head and motioned him to rise.
As he stood before her, her eyes studied every inch of his torso, before returning to meet his. She held out her delicate hand, and he took it with both of his. The walked into the cave; the rest of the clan opening to allow them passage, and closing behind them as they passed. He felt like the gladiator in a dated movie, entering ancient Rome with his plunder.
His chest swelled; and as Steve and Nera turned to face the warriors, they all dropped to their knees in an unspoken salute. She smiled at him, a warm smile of acceptance and he squeezed her frail hand in silent reply.
They ascended the stairs together. Once in her room, she dropped her robe to the floor with one deft motion, and moved her perfect body to his.
Their lips met in a perfect kiss, after which they returned to the comfort of the bed to make gentle passionate love.

She became assertive this time, and spent an eternity exploring his manhood; absolutely enthralled by its unique shape and response. She traced patterns along the shaft and around the glans, forcing his organ to rise, then she would gently apply pressure to the base of the shaft, securing the blood flow, and forcing his organ to recede. Over and over, she stimulated his throbbing organ with her gentle hands, her warm soft mouth, her beautiful breasts, or whatever she desired, only to watch it shrivel and return to its normal state.
Finally, with the last of his patience, he cradled her loving face in his hand, and proceeded to kiss every square inch of her body, from head to foot.
Every part of her was a sweet sensation to his palate - he couldn't get enough of her, and even though she tried to return his kisses, he would gently ease her back on the bed to continue his savoury feast. Unable to control her emotions any longer, she ascended the final orgasmic plateau, and as his mouth found her pulsing womanhood, she filled his mouth with her sweetness. So intense was her fulfilment, that she continued to spasm uncontrollably for the better part of an hour, the dew of her passion flowing freely between the two hairless mounds. He drank his fill. In one final effort she clawed at his body, bringing him into her in that she may experience her final orgasm with his member inside her.
They rode the wave together, with her body reacting to his warmth, bucking and tearing at him until she finally collapsed with a gasp, the tremors gradually diminishing as she recovered her composure. He held her tightly, escorting her to the rest there bodies so craved.

Steve stirred, his manhood sore from it extensive stimulation. He rose and slipped his furs over his head, and strolled down stairs where his captors were busy with their tasks.
As soon as they saw him enter, they became silent, and moved toward him. Some touched his arms or legs, giving him recognition without being sexual.
He returned their sincerity with a warm smile and touches to their faces.
As he stepped outside, they followed him expectantly. Steve was lost in technique; mentally he began to form a checklist as to how to explore this tribe entirely without exposing them to the ways of the outside world. He wanted them to retain their innocence and beauty, without fear from exploitation.

He must guard their secret with his life, as they were such a rare find in this modern desensitised world. Then there was the secret of the Sasquatch - how could he confirm their existence without becoming a victim of their speculation. Should he just dismiss their existence to the outside world as an anomaly or should he pursue his scientific curiosity and form an expedition of his most trusted associates to study these devoted creatures. But before he could elaborate any further on the idea, he felt himself being lifted high into the air as the naked warriors carried him down by the river.
They wanted to play, and he was their new toy.

With reckless abandon, he cleared his mind and joined the party, throwing himself down from their shoulders, and intermittently throwing one of these beauties lightly into the air as he patted and caressed their shining bodies. They broke into a gallop, his captors breasts bounced in the filtered sunlight, and their clear skin reflected the purity of a child's innocence.
Before long, they were splashing in the river, caressing one anothers' bodies with pinches and pats in a fairy tale of playful zeal. Taking time to study each playmate with delighted interest, he studied their individual uniqueness; the ways they maintained their hair, their varying skin tones and colours, the different size shape and colours of their nipples, the differences of their stimulated breasts, the different twists within their navels, the different flowers formed by their external genitalia, and the differing contours of the hips and thighs. It was a collage of feminine beauty, capped with their joyful antics and attitude.
The fierce, unbending warriors he had first encountered were now nothing more than playful children, frolicking in their wilderness of innocence.
They were so captivating, he couldn't help but get drawn in by their spontaneity. Soon, their were a tangle of torsos, laughing and loving in the mid-day sun. No longer did Steve count his orgasms; they were so abundant and free. He only knew that the love he felt around him was unlike any he had felt before, and in its essence was so fulfilling that his entire body became numb.
He was aware of pairs of hands lifting his exhausted frame from the river, and the warmth of their bodies, as they all cuddled together on the moss-covered rocks next to the rushing water. Never had he felt as completely satisfied as now, as his arms reached around to embrace several of his companions resting on him.

"Why have you deflowered my children?" his voice boomed through the thin air as thunder.

Unable to see his face or form in the glare of the sun, Steve tied to ease his exhausted frame up from the mossy rocks only to find it forcefully shoved down again. The first thought of trouble in paradise flashed into his mind and he realised his companions were gone.

And again his voice boomed: "Why?"

"Because it was their time?" he queried; not knowing what else to say.

"That is not for you to know!" The voice retorted. "Now depart from here, and never return!"
The creature moved away from the suns' glare and strolled into the neighbouring forest, its stench close behind.
Steve pondered the sudden turn of events, and became aware that his presence had tipped the balance of their innocence; the very idea that he desired so earnestly to protect.
There was no option, and he turned up the broken trail his predecessor had just left knowing it was a long way home.

Two years later, when he returned with his entourage, they found the cave was completely overgrown, and there had been no apparent human activity for quite some time.
They spent the night, intently watched from just beyond the glow of their campfires; then moved upriver to a different site the following day.

R/Dave

Andrea's Helper

by Dave

She could dance with the wind, twisting and turning on the dance floor, her flashing eyes lighting the crowded room.
Her body moved quickly and deftly, and the way she moved her hips was alluring to the entire crowd.
She danced on casting a flirting eye here and there, but always returning to the man who was her date.
They were a mismatch from the start; she was taller than he, outgoing while he was reserved, and sensual while he was composed.
That didn't really matter, for everytime she stepped on the dance floor, regardless of who her companion was, she had the time of her life.
The hours slipped away, and the crowd thinned, but Andrea kept dancing.
She had danced with all the men there, and watched most of them leave including her date; but she had found others to encourage her with wine and winks, so the dancing queen stayed on until tt closing time.
The last in a string of men asked to drive her home, but she had wanted to walk for the exercise.
She hummed to herself , as she waltzed home, occasionally repeating a dance step she remembered while in the arms of one of her suitors.

As she rounded the last corner, she tripped over his legs.
She quickly stumbled backwards and peered through the dark at the slumbering figure - the neighborhood lush had enjoyed a rather pleasant evening himself.
She kicked at his leg in disgust, then trotted on down the dimly lit street and up the stairs to her second story apartment.
Once within the security of its homey embrace, she kicked of her shoes, grabbed her robe, and headed for the shower.
Her legs were tight from the evenings activities, and she knew that they would be stiff tomorrow when she headed off for church.
She climbed beneath her woolen comforter, and reached over into the top drawer of her nightstand for her "helper."
It had been an exciting night, and she was still wide awake.
With the aid of her little helper, she would be able to relax and get some rest. She secured the lamp on the same nightstand, and the room became instantly awash with with a pale blue light from the steetlamp just below her bedroom window.

A boy friend, from a previous life had made it for her; it was a little wooden box with four 24-inch electric leads coming out one side; two of them had alligator clips, and two were regular wires, coated with conductive silicone.
On the inside was a 9-volt transformer, complete with a surge surpressor and two rheostatic controls; one for amperage, and the other for voltage.
At the rear was an emergency cut-off switch (which she never used), a circuit breaker, and the plug. On the left side was a tray for her lotion, and some straight pins she used only when she felt extremely brave.
It hummed quietly as she plugged it in, both contol nobs set to the off position.
Her helper had become such a blessing for her; especially on the nights when men were from a different planet and the rest of the world seemed far away.
The helper always brought her a restful night, without any need of formality or foreplay.
It is small wonder that many of her co-workers considered her frigid; with her helper, a man simply wasn't necessary.
Recently, however, she found herself daydreaming about how she would use her helper on a man, and those very thoughts frightened her.

She lifted the covers, and opened her robe to allow her fingers to caress her velvet skin.
She was a comely women with her glasses, and downright attractive without.
Light auburn shoulder length hair, so fine it would shimmer with the slightest breeze, augmented her coal black eyes.
She had a wisp of a nose, small full lips, and the high cheekbones of an indian princess. Her body was equally impressive, with small firm breasts crowned with rich full nipples, a whisper of a tummy that seemed to touch her backbone when she lay on her tight cheeks.
Her womanhood had a full complement of curly brown hair, neatly trimmed for easy maintenance; and two of the most inviting pussy lips ever placed on a woman.

She kept herself conditioned, not only with daily Kegels, but also with a daily jog that kept her legs firm and well-proportioned with just a ripple of muscle beneath.
Her hands and feet were small and dainty, and she always maintained a light coat of polish to protect the fragile nails from splitting.
Her olive complexion glistened in the evenings' light, adding an almost surreal tone to the vision she was.

Running her tiny fingers around her nipples to awaken her desires, she reached over and grasped the bottle of lotion; smoothing a small amount on her fingertips before returning to her nipple play.
The cool moisture of the water-based lubricant bathed her warm vaginal folds that were visibly trembling in excited anticipation.
She applied the lotion liberally, knowing that it would evaporate quickly with virtually no residue.
As the lotion was fully messaged in and around her clitoris, she inadvertently spasmed from the stimulation and knew it would be a quick release tonight.
Her hand was bathed with a combination of lotion and her own cream now, and she raised it to her nose to enjoy the pungent odor.
Although she didn't ejaculate, her orgasms were always extremely wet, often leaving her genitals and buttocks moist for hours.

Knowing she was ready, she gingerly attached the clips to her outer lips of her womanhood, then wrapped one wire, gingerly, around her swelling clitoris.
The other wire she held to her favorite spot between her anus and pussy lips being careful to hold it by the insulating sleeve.
Then, wetting her lips, she gradually increased the voltage with her free hand.
At first, the sensations were barely detectable, but as she held her breath, and turned the control clockwise to the next distinctive "click," her sexuality awoke, and she began to feel every nerve ending in her abdomen respond to the warm flow of current.
With a slow exhale and another quick breath, she eased the nob up one more notch, and that was all her body required as her legs bucked, her back arched, and the glands deep within her throbbing pussy exploded with a flood of her essence, flowing out of the vaginal opening and down the crack between her buttocks; leaving her body to flow onto the sheet just above her anus.
The machine buzzed and popped as some of her natural lubricant short-circuited her helper and the circuit breaker popped out.
Perfectly content, knowing that no electricity was flowing into her little friend, she released her breath slowly, and enjoyed the remaining spasms of her subsiding orgasm.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him - most of his body was hidden behind the exterior wall, but she could see the ski cap pulled down over his face with the two elongated eye slits.
He was in a dark jacket with dark trousers or jeans, wore gloves, and was a perfect opportunity for her to test the skills learned in self-defense class last year.
Still unaware that she had spied him, he grew more bold, and moved his entire body in front of the window to gaze at her beauty.
This was all she needed, and with one swift fluid motion, she swept the wire leads and remaining covers from her body, and literally flew to the window; breaking it with the sole of her foot.
The momentum planted the same foot into his throat leaving him gasping for air.
She lifted him up completely, thanks to the adrenaline pumping into her veins, and delivered a most deliberate kick to his stomach, knocking the wind from his surprised lungs and making him black out.
She dragged his corpse back into her apartment throwing it down in disgust, and plopped onto the bed to survey the mess she had just made.
At first, she picked up the phone to call the police but then, slowly and deliberately, she replaced the receiver to the cradle.
She stood up, and with a flourish, wrapped her robe back around her body, and set about to the tasks ahead of her.
First, she vacuumed up the broken glass, and straightened the shades on the window.
Then she went to the laundry room, and grabbed an empty box with an end panel larger than her broken window.
"I'll have to get this fixed tomorrow," she thought as she cut through the cardboard with her oversized shears, and, grabbing the duct tape from her writing desk, she sealed the outside chill away from her bed.
Then she looked at her victim; he wasn't a very large man, actually he leaned toward the anaemic and his laboured breath assured her that he hadn't rejoined the living world.
She rolled duct tape around his entire head, covering his mouth completely several times before she stopped.
Grabbing the scissors, she cut away the ski mask and the tape all at once, letting his head fall from her partially uncovered lap with a "plop" when he started to drool.
"How disgusting," she thought, as she grabbed the tape and renewed her efforts to secure his lifeless mouth.
Again his head was pushed off her lap with a resounding "plop" when she insured the integrity of her latest efforts. She then straightened the bed coverings, and gathered all the remnants from her most recent adventure to stow in their appropriate places.

"What a night I'm having!" she exclaimed as she tossed the tape onto her desk; completing her final restorative task.
As she started to walk away, she froze and turned to recapture the masking tape.
With deliberate strides, she walked back into her bedroom and grabbed his limp frame by the collar of his shirt and dragged him into the bathroom.
With anger and a touch of fatigue, she ripped his clothes off.
Being no stranger to the male form, she snickered as she exposed his lifeless manhood; he obviously was short-changed by his natural parents.
He had an average build, and an average face she thought, as she rolled his body into the tub and started running warm water, but he just doesn't have it where it counts.
She scrubbed his body thoroughly as in a frenzy, despising the liberty he took when he viewed her orgasmic bliss.
Pausing briefly, she studied his urethal opening for any signs of discoloration or discharge, and once satisfied that he was of no physical threat to her, she used her fingernail brush to scrub his manhood completely.
She then completed washing him, and with deliberate motions rolled him out of the tub, and onto a beach towel.
Patting his body dry, she pulled his lifeless form into the bed. After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean-up, she dove into the comfort of her now partially occupied bed face first.
Within minutes, she was asleep.

The dawn entered as a thief, robbing her sleep, and forcing a yawn that was quickly cut short when she realised her victim was gone.
Quickly she analysed the possibilities, and sank back into her bed realising that there was very little he could say without convicting himself, and, indeed, with his clothes tattered from the way that she had removed them earlier in the morning, he'd be lucky if her wasn't labelled a vagrant and hauled off to become a guest of the city for a night or two.
Glancing at the clock, she jumped from her bed, and ran for the bathroom to shower as services would begin in twenty minutes.
Singing one of her favourite hymns at the top of her lungs, she messaged her tired legs under the steaming water, unaware of his entrance.
As she finished rinsing her face, she hoped that her hair wasn't too wet as she really didn't have time to fuss with it this morning, and she reached for the towel as she secured the water.
He handed it to her, and it took her several moments to reduce her loud singing to a whisper when she realised towels normally don't fly.
He had a disarming laugh, that was immediately smothered by her scream.

He ran out of the room towards the door, dressed only in his jeans and shoes, but his unfamiliarity with the apartment proved to seal his fate as he tripped over her sewing kit and fell face first onto the linoleum tile of the kitchen floor.
Again his wind was gone, but Andrea took no chances and beaned him smartly with the roasting pot that always hung above the stove.
She wrapped her towel around her trembling form, tucking the free end above her left breast, and dropped onto the arm of the sofa.
"This is a little more than I wanted to deal with today," she thought, as she reached for the phone to complete a call to the local precinct.
The phone was unplugged, and again she returned the receiver to its cradle.
She drew in several deep breaths quite slowly to allow her head to clear, which gave her the necessary time to evaluate her next move.
She always wanted to try her helper on a male; why not on one who, if she screws up, won't really matter! With no collar to grab, she went for his fly, dragging him with a determined resolve into her bedroom and onto the bed.
She ran back to her desk, grabbed the duct tape, and returned as he began to stir from his lesson in kitchenware.
Quickly, she rolled him on his stomach, and taped his wrists tightly together. His hands became a purplish-red instantly, and realising too much was not good, she ripped the tape off, and applied a second layer with a little less pressure.
She followed suit with his ankles after removing his jeans and flipped him over just in time to catch his mouth as he started to speak.
She glanced back at the clock; church had already started.

Satisfied with her accomplishment, she took a little time to study him; a small circumcised member, very little body hair, small features and limbs, a tight little fanny, and soft green eyes.
Again she studied his member, looking at the hairy ball sack and the pale glans.
She then glanced over to her little helper and felt a twinge of anticipation as she turned the controls back to their off position and reset the circuit breaker.
It hummed to life, and so did Andrea, beginning by placing one of the leads in his urethra and the other at the base of his organ on the urethra.
She turned the controls halfway up and watched his back arch obscenely and quickly pushed the kill switch; his muffled screams the only testimonial to her miscalculation.
He had an erection now, and the wires had slid away from his manhood onto his thigh. There was a small line of burnt flesh where the wire had been placed near his ball sack.

She reset the controls, and grabbing the lotion, she coated her hands with lotion and rubbed the slippery goo into every pore of his genitals insuring there would be no more burns.
With her hands trembling slightly she reset the leads; this time one alligator clip pinched his meat and the other just below where she had rested the wire previously at the junction of his manhood and his ballsack.
She then wrapped one lead around his organ where the glans meets its supporting structure, and she wrapped the other around the entire base of his ball sack, insuring all the leads were firmly in place and a safe distance from one another she reached for her helpers controls.
He started whining and moving his hips from side to side threatening to dislodge one of the contacts.
Her eyes met his in a threatening manner, and she pinched one of his gonads between her thumb and forefinger.
His whining increased in volume.
"OK stud," she said in the firmest voice she had; "Your the master of your own destiny here! Settle down, and I may let you leave here with your baby maker intact; keep squirming, and you'll have a scar where you used to pee!"
She kept her eyes firmly on his as she spoke.
With his silence, he acknowledged her offer.
She then carefully re-examined the leads, and satisfied they were positioned correctly, she returned to the controls and slowly increased the voltage.
At first he remained unchanged, staring at a spot in the ceiling.
After the second click, she saw his manhood jump, and appeared to increase in size as his breathing became laboured and his balls changed position.
With the third click, she saw his sexuality come alive and explode - first his manhood began to spasm rhythmically, his back arched slightly, his legs twitched continually, and his eyes became quite large; then his cream shot onto his chest in four straight streams, and continued to bubble and ooze from the opening in his glans, as his torso continued up and down strokes as if his manhood was buried within an imaginary woman atop him.
He continued for as long as she maintained the control at the third click, but as soon as she moved it up one notch, he screamed, and his entire torso began to shake uncontrollably.
She quickly secured the current.
Sweat was rolling from his body, and his dazed stare said everything.

Andrea was disappointed, but not decidedly so. He came too quickly, but, she reasoned, most men do!
With that, she gently removed the leads.
As she turned her back to move her helper away from his trembling form, he quickly rolled over on top of her, and pinned her to the bed with his hands that had been freed by the continual jerking of his hands and body while she stimulated him.
The look on his face of control and menace frightened her momentarily, until she shoved her knee into his ball sack.
He screamed a muffled burst of agony and collapsed beside her in the foetal position; a tear trickled down the side of his face and both of his hands clutched his affected anatomy.
With a smirk, she leapt from his side and grabbed the tape, using it again on his tortured wrists, only she encircled them at least a dozen times, making sure the binding was good and firm.
She then applied several more loops around his ankles as insurance and tossed the roll back onto the night stand.

Infuriated by his attempt to confine her, she decided to try a different approach that she had earlier dismissed as being too cruel.
She grabbed his left gonad between her thumb and forefinger, and rolling it around until she felt it was in the right position, she took one of the straitpins and slowly pushed it into and through the tender egg and scrotum.
She could hear his muffled shrieks, and it pleased her to know that he was responding well to the treatment she was rendering.
Without hesitation, she repeated the same procedure with the other testicle; then clipped one alligator clip to the front side of one gonad and the other to the backside of the other gonad.
She then firmly wrapped one wire around the head of his glans, and the other around the base of his manhood.
Before she started to rotate the control, she looked at him, trembling from the agony in his genitals.
With quick resolve she gradually increased both the voltage and amps simultaneously.
She watched his back arch until only his feet and shoulders were on the bed, and she saw smoke coming from his genital area as his legs twitched uncontrollably.
His face was contorted in unspeakable agony.
She left the controls in the same position until he fell over sideways and off the bed; dislodging the lead to this glans and simultaneously pulling the pins out of both of his gonads.
She hurriedly secured her helper, and jumped across the bed in time to see a long thin rope of semen squirt from his throbbing manhood and drop onto the carpet above his head with a dull sound.
A second shot travelled a fraction of the distance and fell to his bicep, slowly oozing across the skin to drip on the carpet.
A bead of semen grew larger on the head of his throbbing organ and finally dropped onto the carpet forming a little pool that continued to grow, as his gonads continued to released everything he had.
After what seemed like an eternity, she watched his organ loose its size and colour, and slowly release the blood that had kept it so rigid.

"It had been a wonderful event she thought," as she wiped the leads gently with cotton dipped in alcohol, "but now I'm going to have to get the carpet cleaned too" as her eyes looked up at the cardboard where a window had once been.
She straightened her be and returned her victim to the kitchen where she was finally able to resecure his pants and shoes.
She gently positioned his body, then walked over to the window and opened it allowing the cool breeze to wash her face.
She then started screaming at the tope of her lungs:

"Help, there's a strange man in my apartment' call the police."

Within minutes her victim was carted off to the city-run resort, and with a minimum of questions she was free to set about her Sunday afternoon routine.

The next morning , as the cleaners were caring for her carpet she heard the door bell.
Excusing herself, she opened the front door to see his soft green eyes and his frail figure handling her a towel.
"Not today, I've got a headache," she said and closed the door in his startled face.

Well Maintained

by BUMBLE

The trouble with being maintenance staff in a factory, is that most big jobs need doing at night or weekends when the machinery is switched off.
This time it was it was refitting some of the canning machines.
Dave, the Maintainance manager, Fred, the odd job man,and me - I'm Mary.
the electricians were coming to the end of twenty seven hours of hard graft.
We should have been out on our feet, but Fred was getting randy.
The closer we got to the end of the job the more he groped me.
Now, somehow, he had me stripped to the waist.
As his hands roamed about my breasts pinching my nipples I began to tense, letting my tools fall to the machine pit floor.
I turned, my hands reaching for Fred's pants and my mouth for his.
The warmth was starting in the pit of my stomach, spreading swiftly to my moistening pussy.
As Fred dropped his hands to my jeans, pulling at the belt, I wriggled to help him.
I could feel my pussy swelling, the lips, usually enclosed in my knickers, started to unfurl.
I know that they would be darkening from dusky pink to almost a purpley red.
As they engorged, and moistened, they fold round the crotch of my pants, almost hiding it.
Fred dropped to his knees, enabling him to pull my jeans over my feet, and his mouth to my groin.
His big sloppy kisses covered my thighs licking the sweat from my pubic mound.
My soaked cotton knickers were being chewed through, I could feel teeth rubbing against my lips.
Easing my back down the cold metal of the retort, I eventually got my shoulders to the floor, and my ankles locked around Freds shoulders.
The ragged crotch of my pants disintegrated, and the hard tongue entered me.
Fred used his tongue like a small version of his prick.
Using his strong neck muscles to push the tongue deep into me, he brought to a first climax.
I swiveled around to take Fred's short stubby cock into my mouth, leaving my rear sticking up Dave who had descended into the machine well, on hearing my groans.
Fingers were stretching me wide open as Dave used both hands on me.
I could feel my lips pulled apart, as the hand went in almost to the wrist.
The prick in my mouth was moving in a slow lazy rhythm.
My lips and teeth loosely gripping it as my tongue rolled it around. Sucking off the seeping lubricants, I swallowing them along with rivulets of saliva.
Dave let his finger slide from my pussy, leaving a sticky track down my thighs, and round my waist, as he pulled me onto his rampant cock, thrusting deep inside me.
After a few thrusts he stopped, before letting the prick jerk inside me, like a twanging spring.
This was kept up for many minutes, until by some unseen sign, the two pricks, rapidly pumped away filling me full of hot cum.
I rolled to face the two drooping pricks, to lick them clean of the sticky spunk, slurping my tongue about the foreskins.
Then sucking the pricks far into my throat feeling them come alive, as they throbbed into stiffness again, ready for one more round of pleasure.
Fred lay on his back, squeezing my breasts, and thrusting up into my pussy, letting Dave kneel behind me.
I could feel Dave's fingers, wet from my pussy, working their way into my anus, gradually loosening its tight grip.
The fingers having lubricated me, were pulled out to let the cock penetrate me with deep thrusts.
The two cocks at first moved in unison, letting my juices seep from my pussy and on to my groping fingers as the shared my pussy with the throbbing cock.
Time and tiredness caught up with us, as the thrusting slowed to a halt ,as the hot cum erupted from each cock, and we eased out of each other.

And so home to bed alone.



There were only two of us left to finish the job.
Both perched high above the silent machinery, Mary and me - I'm Dave.

We balanced unsteadily on a tiny platform, containing a damaged power unit.
Mary leaned forward tightening the last screw.
Her overall covered buttocks thrusting and wriggling six inches from my face.
At last I could give way to temptation, as I reached up slipping my hands into the loose sides of the overalls.
I felt the cotton knickers tight round her rump.
I could feel Mary un- hooking the brass buttons on the bib, allowing the overalls to drop to her feet.
At the same time bending further forward, and thrusting her bum into my face.
As my tongue licked at her cheeks, my fingers hooked the crotch of her knickers away from her pussy.
The deep pink lips of her pussy were glistening with the first hint of lubricating juices.
The whole body tensed as Mary sought to maintain her balance.
Steadily Mary eased her feet apart.
At the same time her knees bent, pushing the bud of her anus at me.

I inched my way along the girder towards a cross beam, to give myself firmer footing.
With one hand gripping an upright, I was able to take Mary's nearest hand and help her to an area of half a dozen joining beams.
Having found a stable platform for us both, I took her into my arms, as her open mouth found mine and our lips writhed entwined in each of our salivating mouths.
Mary had one hand at the zip of my jeans, reaching for my erection.
Once freed my prick reached its full five and seven eighths' inches; well we can't all be John Holmes;
Her warm sweaty and slightly greasy hand steadily rubbed its way down to my balls, and back to the tip.
Still rubbing, she moved into a safer position.
Mary reached over to hold on to me, while balancing precariously.
She bent her knees, and squatted face level with my groin.
Sucking my prick into her hot mouth, Mary squeezed it with her teeth. Her teeth nibbled on until her lips pressed to my pubic mound.
Steadily she pulled her head back until her tongue was at the bulbous helmet.
Whilst her tongue worked away at me I slid my feet back to enable me to sit across two girders.
With both hands free I could reach both her breasts and her pussy, with a little body contortion.
The small firm breasts dropped from her bra.
Each tiny mound only half filling a hand.
With the nipples gripped between fingers and thumbs as I teased them to full erectness I had by now worked my shoulders along the girders to position my face directly under the damp looking crotch of Mary's knickers.
Lifting my head, I gripped the material with my teeth, and pulled it from the shaven pussy lips.
Probing the honey pot, my tongue slurped its liquid filling.
I ran my tongue lightly around the outer lips tasting the salt sweatiness and feeling the inner lips swelling and letting my fingers both slip deep into her.
Mary squatted harder down onto my mouth wriggling her pussy around my fingers.
The lubrication was seeping down over my wrist, and face.
Easing my tongue from the lips, I squelched onto the clitoris as it escaped from its hood, and I sucked it into my mouth.

I could feel the throbbing of my cock as it swelled in Mary's mouth.
My body shuddered as I came into her throat.
Pulling back enabled me to coat her tongue, and lips Easing ourselves apart, we clambered towards the tiny floored area in the roof that contained the water tanks. Then with our clothing hanging over the pipes, was the time for safe sex. Gripping Mary by her waist I pulled her pussy onto my once again standing prick. The clinging vaginal walls gripped it in the tight but squishy depths. Her trained vaginal muscles sqeezing on and off, feeling like a Mexican wave all along my prick. With each thrust my fingers pinched the firm but tiny breasts. Mary had reached under our bodies, with one hand stroking my balls, and the other attacking her clitoris, bringing us to a quick climax. As I slid out of her, Mary turned, dropping to her knees to take my limp sticky cock into her mouth. It took some time to get me erect again, Mary's hands, tongue and teeth, nibbled, sucked and kneaded it to a semblance of stiffness We rolled over. Mary kneeling, head down. Her rounded bottom pushed back at me. Aiming at the wet swollen vagina, I thrust deeper and deeper into her. I could feel Mary's fingers stimulating her clitoris, with one hand, and her other encircling my prick. We pistoned slowly, for what seemed hours. Mary pulled away, letting my prick slip from her pussy. Still firm I guided it to her tight anus. The entering took place swiftly as the lubricated glans pressed onwards. With the tight anal walls gripping the head of my cock, I swayed back and forth on my knees. Each push easing into her, until the shaft was fully interred. Gripping her in my arms, I turned on to my side, allowing both of us to take the pressure off our knees. As we lay spoonlike all four hands were able to massage her pussy. Mary's finger circled her clit, while I slipped the fingers of my right hand in as far as I could. The fingers of my other hand gliding around her lips to soak up the seeping juices. The fingers carried their honey moistness to our mouths. Each tongue slurping its share, licking the fingers clean, only to await the fingers return. Meanwhile Mary had relaxed, allowing my prick to speed up. I could legthen the strokes, getting a full rythme, until I could no longer control my actions.
My discharge so strong, it forced me out of Mary's shuddering body.
Mary lay like a broken doll, draped across me, as our sweating, groaning bodies relaxed.

It was time to go home.



It was another weekend, and more compulsory overtime.
Oh, I'm Fred, the handyman/odd jobber.

More cock ups by the idiots on the packing line, so Mary the electriction was called in, and I was needed me for the heavy shifting.
It was about midnight when we took a break.
With both of us fighting over the evening paper, it did not take long to turn into a tickling contest.
As Mary tickled me she managed to get her hands into my flies, and around my prick, pulling it out my pants.
Now I aint looking no gift horse thingy, so I grabbed her arse, ripping her jeans off.
Her fanny was all wet and sticky with her juice.
Pulling her legs apart I could get my fingers right in her, to wank her till she yelled, and shoved her twat hard on my hand.
Getting her rolled over into a ball with her feet over her head, I had her hot red twat twitching at me.
She was right open, so my todger slipped in up to my balls.
With my hand squeezing her tits, and my todger banging away, I hear Dave coming round the corner unzipping his trousers. He was soon on his knees with his prick jerking about over Mary's face.
Mary's Head was going like the clappers on Dave, his prick sinking into her throat, then slipping out as far as the whopping great purple knob.
Her hands seemed to be moving all over our bodies, squeezing, clawing, and pinching.
I don't know who came first, but I blasted off like a geezer , jerking out, leaving a trail of spunk all up her belly.
Dave was squirting across her face and tits.
Mary rolled and squirmed, like a bucking bronco, and yelling like a stuck pig.

Dave can never get enough of it, no sooner was he out of her mouth he was pulling her round to get into her twat.
Mary knelt up to let him in by the back entrance, though it took him a bit longer to get in that hole.
I slid under them, and started playing tongue tag with Mary, sucking her lips and tongue into my mouth.
She had hold of my todger twiddling about, getting it standing again, before feeding it into her spongy wet twat.
As I slipped in I could feel Dave's prick moving, just through the skin wall between us.
At first we just pushed up her as we felt like, before getting in time with each other, it was almost like the old days on the parade ground, but without a drill sergeant.

Over the noise of our grunts, groans and moans, I could hear mini screams coming from Dave.
That told me Mary was ripping open his back, with her short but sharp nails.
Our frenzied thrusting began to slow down until with one mighty heave we all gave a final push to orgasm, finishing in a sweating heap, Mary still holding both our weapons inside her a while until we oozed out from her, in floods of discharge.

The end

Creatures of the Blue Earth

by Mikie

It is July in Minnesota, stifling hot, and the sun is sinking slowly over the Blue Earth River that winds its way through the big boulders deposited when the last glacier receded before emptying into the muddy Minnesota and eventually the mighty Mississippi.
The Blue Earth is a river of many moods, angry and raging during the spring floods when whole trees are torn loose and carried down stream and the raccoons run for cover but a shallow, meandering, peaceful river whose waters shimmer in the sun by day and sparkle in the moonlight at night during midsummer.

You and I are scrambling down the steep banks that separate the river from the road.
You are wearing stone-washed designer jeans whose fit and style is greatly enhanced when you put them on and a tight-fitting tee-shirt that canⴠdisguise your two beauties.
Your long blond hair is freshly washed and blowing in the wind.
A gorgeous sight as usual! I am carrying a six-pack and a blanket.
Apparently we are not going fishing this time.

Getting to the river is not a trivial matter.
The bank between the river flats and the road is some thirty feet high and very steep.
Fishermen have worn a winding dirt path down the bank but it is filled with tree roots and so steep that your momentum carries you down at increasing speed until you finally slip in the loose dirt or trip on a tree root.
No matter, I am here to show you how.
The trick is to grab on to the trunk of an oak tree halfway down to slow your momentum and then to hang on to the protruding tree roots the rest of the way.
You go first and perform like an expert.
I follow you, miss the tree and tumble the last fifteen feet landing at your feet.
You put your hand over your mouth. No use, your eyes tell me that you are laughing.

Following closely along the riverⳠedge we walk almost half a mile to a large sand bar that protrudes into the river.
You carry the blanket, I carry the six-pack and hold your hand.
Five minutes of holding your hand and I am 'high.'
Maybe we wonⴠneed the six-pack!
Here the river spreads out over the landscape, is very shallow and tumbles very swiftly over a hard, gravel bottom, a stretch of river that river rats call a 'run.'

I spread the blanket, lay you on your back, prop up your head with the six-pack, unbuckle your jeans, pull your tee-shirt over your head, remove your pretty satin bra and allow your breasts to spring free.
God, they are beautiful! I admire them with my eyes, my hands, my mouth.
I use the flat of my hand to rub the underside of your naked breasts and to press down on your nipples.
I cup them in my hands and squeeze them gently.
I put warm, wet kisses all over them and lick and suck the nipples one at a time.
They respond and become more beautiful than ever red and swollen against the white skin of your full breasts.
I respond too, and my prick swells, throbs and seeks its own release.

A rush of wings.
A rare flock of snow geese glides gracefully down the river channel in perfect v-formation, flying low, looking for a place to land as the sun all but disappears and twilight descends on the Blue Earth.

You sit erect, cross-legged, slowly unbutton my western style shirt, take my head in your lap as I lie on my back and stroke my hair with your warm, gentle hands.
I look into your eyes, enjoy your full breasts and turn my head to kiss your round little belly.
For a long, long time you rub my shoulders, my naked chest, my nipples. Is this heaven?

Suddenly, a large log comes floating down the river hugging the bank where we are.
As it lazily drifts by in the swirling current we can see that it is a fat, sleek beaver its bright eyes reflecting the last rays of the setting sun.
Its large flat tail serves to keep it afloat as it 'surfs' the Blue Earth looking for fish It doesn't even startle as it sees us as it has not likely seen humans before and I am sure none so beautiful as the one with the long blond hair.

The sun has now completely disappeared at the horizon, the birds have ceased their calling and it is very dark and quiet on the river.
It is still hot and sultry even though the sun has gone down and fog rises gently from stretches of the river where there is less current.

I untie my shoes, kick them off and strip off my jeans and shorts.
My penis is now swollen thanks to your influence and bobs along in front of me as I aggressively wade into the shallow water trying not to slip on the moss-covered rocks or stub my toe on one of the boulders that often lurk beneath the surface.
A big flathead catfish darts out from the shoreline as I enter the water.
He didnⴠknow we were coming!

You are standing on the shore, hands on hips, and ask, 'What in the hell are you doing?'
'Come see,' I reply and wade another fifteen yards into the river.
I turn and look to see if you are coming.
You are barefoot, and have slowly removed your jeans and panties and folded them in a neat pile on the shore.
I wave to you to come in and you tentatively enter the water feeling your way with your bare feet over the slippery rocks.

The first fifteen yards goes without incident though the swift current threatens to knock your feet out from under you and causes your heart to beat faster.
Then you find one of the famous holes on the Blue Earth and are quickly up to your waist in swirling, brown water.
Now your heart is pounding, but there are sufficient incentives on the other side and you continue wading though it is all you can do to maintain your balance.
I promise myself not to laugh at you if you end up surfing down the Blue Earth like the beaver.

It is a long wade, probably sixty yards, and takes some courage when it is so dark and you havenⴠdone it before, but you eventually reach the shallow water and wade onto the pristine sand bar on the other side that has no evidence of human visitation, only the tracks of deer, raccoon and waterbirds at the water's edge.
I am afraid you are pissed, but fortunately you are laughing.

I take your hand and we walk slowly up the sandbar recovering from the exertion necessary to 'meet the challenge of the Blue Earth.'
There is a sudden rustle of leaves twenty yards upstream and fortunately upwind, and three white-tailed deer, a buck and two does amble on to the sandbar and saunter gracefully toward the water's edge.
The buck is huge with a big rack of antlers, a long, muscular neck, bulging shoulder muscles and a long, thick cock with big balls hanging beneath it of the size one sees ordinarily only on draft horses.

And apparently, he intends to use it!
He stands erect with his neck outstretched, his nostrils flared and exposed to the gentle breeze for a long time while the slender does drink at the water's edge.
Fortunately, we are downwind and deer vision is rather poor for stationary objects against a background.
We sit down slowly on the still warm sand holding hands and watching the courtship unfold before us.
The buck sniffs the rear of one very skittish doe and attempts to mount her.
But she is having none of it and bolts away from him.
He approaches her again and again with similar results.
The doe bolts when he attempts to mount her but runs away only a few yards allowing the buck to approach her again.
Finally, the buck succeeds in cornering one very frightened doe, mounting her from the rear awkwardly, and pumping his huge cock into her fuck hole.
He mounts her two additional times humping away frantically whenever he is successful in cornering her.
Eventually, the mating is over and the three deer silently fade into the aspens and are gone. Apparently animals 'do it' but there is no evidence that they enjoy it when they do!

We have some humping of our own to do.
We are both now pretty aroused by the exertion of the wade across the river and the animal courtship.
You lie on your back, your legs spread, your perfect pussy exposed to my eager hand.
I stroke the inside of your thighs as you moan 'Yeah, yeah.'
My fingers find the folds of your fuck hole, and I massage your outer lips before inserting one finger, then two into your swollen pussy.
I grab the base of my swollen penis, guide it into you and then grab your wrists and pin your arms over your head.
You arch your back and your perfect white globes with the hard, erect nipples press against my naked chest as I pump my big muscle in and out, in and out, in and out . . . . . . It is so quiet on the river that all you can hear is the slapping sound of our bellies as you thrust frantically with your pelvis and I pound away with my swollen prick.

You cum first with a little whimper.
Sensations of pleasure race through my penis until it explodes forcing thick white joy juice deep inside you.
So frantic was the screwing that my penis comes out of you, and I spray the last of my load on your lightly haired pussy.

I immediately feel a rush of love for you and gratitude to you for making me feel so great all over.
I hug you, kiss you gently and stroke your hair.
The moonⳠrays reflect off your beautiful white globes, your rounded belly that must have been made just for such love, and the last of my cum juice sparkles in the hair of your gorgeous pussy.

Surely you are the most beautiful creature of all those on the Blue Earth.

A Late Night Visit

by Mikie

It is the middle of the winter, it is below zero cold, and it is very late.
I am lying on my couch half awake watching a porno flick, 'The Stockboy and the Secretary,'or the 'Secretary and the Stockboy,'I can't remember which both titles being equally appealing.
You stop by, let yourself in with your key and shed your coat before I realize you are here.
You are wearing a satin blouse and a short skirt.
'I can only stay a minute,'you say.
'A minute with you? I'll take it!'I say.

You sit on my couch and take my head in your lap stroking my hair.
On the TV screen the CEO has just sent his executive secretary, Ms. Perfectly Businesslike Manner, to the basement stockroom after hours to help complete the emergency inventory with 18-year-old stockboy Mr. Perfectly Gorgeous Stud whose two sentence vocabulary, 'Suck it!'and 'Fuck me!', make him the feminists Poster Boy of the Week.
Ms. Manner is a tall, long-legged brunette, immaculately dressed for her role as Ms. Overbearing Officiousness down to her neckless of tiny pearls and large, horn rimmed glasses.
But even her conservative business attire canⴠhide the fact that she is a stunning gal with long, shapely legs and a gorgeous set of boobs!
CEO says, 'I'll be back after dinner to see how you are doing.'
You suspect that taking inventory wonⴠoccupy this couple for very long.
You are right. It is not long before Mr. PG Stud has accidentally bumped into Ms. Manner grabbing a handful of her boob and pinched her a couple of times in the ass.
While Ms. Manner is visibly shaken by this kind of attention, she does not call security or file a sexual harassment claim.

Having received a nonverbal go ahead, Mr. Stud now grabs her by the hair, yanks her head back dislodging her horn-rims, and plants a lip-bruising kiss on her open mouth while trying to stick his tongue down her throat.
While she initially protests vocally, it is not long before she is sucking his tongue, stoking the back of his head with one hand and massaging his buttocks with the other!
Soon he has ripped open her blouse and yanked her bra off over her head revealing what viewers expected all along, that Ms. Officious Manner has a world-class set of melons.

While the action continues on the screen, I raise my head and kiss your pretty breasts through your blouse and bra.
You smile. I try a different tactic and use my teeth to bite your breast hoping to catch a nipple.
You stop smiling.
Slowly you unbutton your blouse, yank it out of your skirt and hold it open for me.
I put warm, wet kisses on your cleavage where your large, milky breasts are unprotected by your bra.
You bend forward and unfasten your bra allowing your pretty breasts their complete freedom.
I have lost all interest in the action on the screen.
You cradle my head in your hands and pull it to your now naked breasts one at a time.
I suck and suck and suck each taste of you making me hungrier for another.

On the screen Stockboy StudⳠapproach has been largely successful too, and Ms. Manner has lost all sense of decorum and is now naked except for her skirt which is up around her waist.
Her panties are hanging from a shapely ankle.
She is thrashing about on the top of the desk, legs spread wide, thrusting her pelvis and hissing through clenched teeth, 'Fuck me. Goddamit you bastard, fuck me.'

Stockboy Stud obliges, unbuttoning his pants and yanking his giant-sized cock through the opening.
Without asking for further permission, he rams his big prick into Ms. Manner's soaking pussy while she is still thrashing about on the desk top and proceeds to pump it in her to the best of his ability.

Enter CEO who keeps his word and returns after dinner, his dinner, that is.
He dispenses stockboy before he has completed either the inventory or the intercourse and offers to help Ms. Manners, who is now kneeling naked on the stockroom floor, keep her job.
But first there is something she must do for him!
As the film ends, CEO has Ms. Manners warm red mouth sucking his cock as he yanks her by the hair.
Finally, he cums all over her face and the film ends with her wiping his joy juice from her chin with the back of her hand a smile of complete satisfaction on her face.

The porn flick is over, the screen is blank and it is time for you to go.
I am thoroughly intoxicated with the taste of you, your firm nipples against my mouth and tongue, and the smell of your perfume.

You rise from the couch, fasten your bra, start to button your blouse.
'Honey, there's something I want to do. I want to masturbate for you,'I say.
'Iⶥ got to go. My husband . . . .'you reply.
'He doesn't deserve you,' I say.

I place my hands on your shoulders, and gently force you to kneel before me in the flickering light of the now blank TV screen.
I quickly unbuckle my belt, yank my turtleneck out of my jeans unbutton them and work the zipper.
I hook my left thumb on my shorts and pull them down my thighs.
My thick red cock springs erect, large red bulb swollen and already dripping cum.
I stand directly in front of you, look into your eyes, and grasp my prick with my thumb and forefingers.
I stroke my cock furiously while you kneel before me, a warm smile on your face.

'Honey, if I could see your breasts?' You unbutton your partially buttoned blouse, slide your blouse and bra straps off your shoulders exposing once again your two beauties, erect nipples still wet with my saliva.

The sight of you half naked in the flickering light is inspiration enough, my pace quickens, my cock stiffens and I explode with my love juice all over your gorgeous breasts.
'Honey, see what you have done?' I say, 'See what you have done?'

I help you on with your bra and button up your blouse while you unclasp your skirt and tuck the blouse in.
We kiss goodnight, my thick white cum soaking into your lacy bra as I crush your breasts to my chest.

'Come again soon sweetheart,' I beg. 'Goodnight,' you answer and are gone into the winter night.
How great to have a lover sexier than any porn flick!

The Shower

by Dick Throb

I arrived home early that day.
As I opened the door I could see her standing at the sink.
She was cleaning vegetables for dinner.
I knew she had been in the garden by what she had on.
She always put on the halter top and very short shorts after she took a shower.
I could imagine the sweet taste of her vagina, fresh and warm from the hot water flooding over the inner folds of her pussy lips.
The thought made my cock stir in my pants.
She was beautiful, standing there with her long tan bare leg, no shoes and her hair laying across her back.

She turned slightly and smiled.
"Hi, how are you?" she asked.
"I'm doing real good, now that I'm home and see you, life is great. And you are beautiful."
Knowing that I had taken a shower before leaving work, I felt as fresh as she did.
I knelt on the floor behind her and started to run my tongue up her leg.
The shorts gave me a slight view of the nice crease of the bottom of her ass cheek.
I lick that area, it always drives her crazy.
She pushed her ass back into my face a little and I could heard her breathing getting heavy.
I licked the crease and into the crack between her pillows of flesh.
She stopped what she was doing and held onto the edge of the sink.
She moaned loudly as my tongue made contact with her ass hole.
It was so sweet and smelled of soap and oils.
I knew what she had done in the shower with herself and didn't mind a bit.
As I licked her ass hole my mind drifted to her image in the shower.
I could see her with water cascading down her beautiful body.
Flowing over her tits down her stomach and funneling across her sweet pussy.
Her feet and toes would be standing in the fresh water.
Ready for me to lick and kiss.
She would wash her tits and slide the soap to her ass. Gently she would lather up her ass while concentrating on the dark rose bud nestled between her cheeks.
All the while she continued to wash her pussy, making it foam up with soap and water.
Soon she started to moan and push back against the hand that was on her rose bud. She would push back and open her legs slightly.
All the time smiling with her eyes closed.
This continued for several minutes until I saw her bend over and grab the side of the tub.
She let out a scream and pumped her ass hole hard with her soapy hand.
I could imagine the tight ring around her ass hole opening up to admit the finger I knew was buried deep inside her ass.
She continued to have an orgasm pumping her ass as her pussy juice flowed down her legs.

After several minutes she stood, smiling with a glow in her eyes.
She now concentrated on her pussy.
This too was covered with the soapy water worked into a lather.
She inserted two fingers into the open dripping pussy and started to pump her hand.
Slowly at first, just touching her clit. Gently brushing it as her finger went in and out.
She kept up this pumping until she had to grab onto the hand rail.
She gripped it tightly as the spasms of her orgasm took over her body and mind.
I could smell the sweet aroma of her fresh pussy juice as it gushed from within.
Mixing with the hot water, it gave the whole room a fragrance of glorious sex.
Now she reached just outside the shower and got the vibrator.
Totally enclosed in rubber made it perfect to use in the shower.
She put some oil on the end and rubbed it all over.
She then place one foot on the edge of the tub, and while rubbing her pussy, she slowly inserted the vibrator into her ass hole.
I could see it slowly disappear into the deep recess of her beautiful ass.
Once she got it in, she turned it on.
She immediately began moaning and writher around in the tub.
She is the only woman I know that can have an orgasm from a good ass fucking.
That's just one more thing I love about her.

She pulled the vibrator out almost to the end then pushed it back in hard.
She kept up this fucking, in and out, hard and fast until she almost fell over.
I could see her face shining with pure delight and pleasure.
Very soon she stood up and squeezed her ass cheeks together and slammed her pussy with her hand.
She screamed out loudly and moaned with such great depth.
I almost came just thinking of her.

After a few minutes and slid the vibrator out of her ass and washed it off.
She washed herself again and got out of the shower.
She replaced the vibrator and dried off.
Taking great care to dry everything as she let the towel drift over her body.

I continued to lick her ass and smell the fresh oil on her puckered rose bud.
I reached up and unhooked her shorts and pulled them down to the floor.
As she stepped out of them, I saw her ass spread slightly in anticipation of what was going to happen.
I buried my tongue into her ass and felt the tight ring of muscle close around the end.
I removed my pants as I rubbed her wet pussy.
Her sweet juices flowed freely all over my hand.
I spread it onto her ass hole and licked it. Mmmm, so fresh and warm.
I spread a lot of her juice on my granite cock.
I continued to lick her ass as I stroked my shaft with her juice.
I stood behind her and she bent over the sink.
I rubbed my cock head against her juicy ass hole.
I pushed slightly and the head popped right in.
Very slowly I pushed a little further until my whole 8" of rock hard meat was deeply buried in her ass hole.
I could feel her hot pussy juice on my balls.
Slowly I pulled out some and pushed in again.

I continued this slow in and out until I knew my cock was completely covered so I wouldn't hurt her.
She knew what was going to happen next, so she held on tight to the counter top.
I started fucking her ass.
All the way in and almost out then back in again.
Each time it was harder and harder.
Slamming her ass, pumping with all I was worth.
My balls slapped against her pussy as my cock went deep into her rose bud.
Her warm wet muscle gripped my cock like a rubber band. It squeezed and milked it.
I kept up this hard banging and fucking as I felt my cum building from my toes.
My groin started to swell with my cum.
My knees were getting weak. I pumped hard and fast.
She was ready as my cock slammed into her.

Suddenly she let out a scream and squeezed my cock hard.
She matched each and every stroke as she pushed her ass onto my pumping cock.
I reached around her and felt her juices flowing from her pussy.
I rubbed her clit and was rewarded with a hand full of hot steamy liquid gushing onto my hand. It felt so great.

At that time, my balls could hold back no more.
I grabbed her around the waist and pushed one last time as my boiling cum exploded from my cock filling her deep dark love canal with it's life giving fluid.
I held it deep inside as her ass muscle milked my dry.
After several minutes, my spend flaccid cock fell from her as hole.
She turned around and we kissed hot wet and deep for a long time.
She was still quivering and shaking from her tremendous orgasm.
We held eachother until we were again steady on our feet.
She looked at me and said, "Lets take a shower and get ready for dinner. There's something in there I want to show you".
"Dear, that's another reason I love you so much, you're always showing me things".

We then headed for the bathroom, but that's another story.

Two girls, a guy and a hot tub

by Mr Hard

Having been friends for a long time, Julie and I had just started living together after her last boyfriend moved out.
My lease was to be finished soon and she needed a roommate to help on rent, plus she liked the idea of having a guy around in case she ever needed help w/ fixing anything, or if there was ever a mouse to take care of, plus she felt it would be safer if she had a guy around.
So we moved in together.
It was easy to adjust b/c we were such good friends and it was so easy being around each other since we shared everything together anyway.

She had a ski trip planned to Colorado, and once I moved in, asked me to join her and her friend who had been her college roommate.
So I readily agreed, liking the idea of 4 days of skiing and staying with two gorgeous women.
The trip was a month away at the time so I had plenty of time to schedule vacation time.

The only hard thing about living together was watching her run around the house half-naked. It seemed she had no inhibitions about letting me see her body and told me she didn't mind if I wore only my boxers while lounging around.

Seeing her walk around in her panties and bra was quite a turn on.
And she liked wearing the silky, see thru kind too.
She wore panties that were rather skimpy and allowed most of her sexy ass to show.
And her bra clearly showed her breasts, herr nipples being clearly visible.

Having only one bathroom was awkward at first, but after a while it was no problem.
Since she went to work before me she normally got ready before me.
But a couple of weeks before our trip she got up late and I had to get ready.
So I asked if I could join her to start getting ready as she finished up.
She said, "Sure" and opened the door, wearing only her bra and panties.

I was wearing only my boxers and began to brush my teeth.
However, it was very hard to concentrate and to keep from staring at her gorgeous body so close to mine.
Since the bathroom was so small, she brushed against me time after time.
Feeling her next to me and looking at her sexy body in the mirror made me very horny, and my cock began to grow.
She actually seemed to like having me in there, seeing me stare at her lovely body.
I noticed her nipples were hard and pointed out thru her bra, clearly defined, but she caught me looking at her.
I suddenly realized what I was doing and looked up to see her smiling.
She passed behind me, her breasts brushing against my back and the rest of her body brushing against my ass.
That quickly made my cock rise to its full height becoming extremely hard, pointing its large, swollen head up at the ceiling, pressing against my boxers pushing them way out.
The harder I tried to keep it from hardening, the harder my cock became.

Passing from behind me, I looked at her to see her admiring my own lean, muscular body, running her eyes down my body to glance towards my cock, which she was surprised to see was hard.
I saw her eyes widen as she saw my long, hard, thick cock outlined thru my boxers, my swollen head pressing them out.
I tried to keep talking as if nothing were wrong, but noticed she now kept glancing down at me.
Seeing her and feeling her next to me was making me extremely horny, and I felt my cock begin to twitch excitedly back and forth.
The movement caught her eye and I saw her look down at my cock to see it twitching back and forth excitedly in my boxers.
She looked me in the eyes and I felt my face flush a deep red.
Surprisingly she smiled a sly, coy grin and asked, "Are you feeling good this morning?"
I stammered out "Uh, yeah I am".
Feeling really hot I thought I had better leave.
But as I was passing behind her, there was hardly enough room and I had to squeeze by.
My cock brushed against her sexy ass, my hard cock sliding all the way across her ass, actually sliding between her cheeks as it went.
I took in a deep breath feeling her, and heard her take in a deep breath and let out a soft moan of surprise.
Embarrased, I uttered "Oh, sorry" and heard her reply, "Oh that's ok" as she looked down at my cock jumping wildly back and forth in my boxers as I left.

Little did I know at the time that she was also extremely turned on, although I had noticed a distinct and different smell that morning and wondered if that was the smell of her cunt.
The sight of my hard cock pleased her so much she began to tease me more around the house.
She disguised it so well, I just thought she was a very sensual, open person that was not in the least inhibited.

Only a few days before our trip she asked me if I could give her a back rub, complaining that she was really sore and tight from working out getting ready for our ski trip.
I had given her many back rubs before, as she had me also.
But this particular night when she called me into her room, she was wearing only a long, thin tshirt and a pair of your skimpy panties.
I noticed her nipples poking thru her tshirt, pointing thru and being clearly visible.
She thanked me telling me, "I'm so tight and sore I really appreciate you rubbing my back."
"You always give such a good back rub!".
She got on her bed, and as she was laying down pulled her shirt up to her neck asking me to rub a special lotion on her back.
Standing to the side, I could see her breasts exposed and marveled at the sight of them, noticing they were not huge, but were firm and had those erect nipples pointing out and almost upwards.
I could scarcely believe she had just done that and paused a moment to take in the sight of her laying on the bed in front of me.
Her smooth back exposed, her sexy, round ass mostly exposed since her panties were kind of drawn up in her crack.
My cock began to harden immediately when I suddenly heard her ask, "Well, what are you waiting on?"

I was wearing a pair of shorts over my boxers and a tshirt also.
I sat to the side and began rubbing her back in long, deep strokes, my large, strong hands finding all the right spots.
But she asked, "Do you want to straddle me like I do you when I rub your back?
You can get more leverage that way you know."
So I agreed, climbing over on her.
My cock was extremely hard and throbbing and pressed into her ass as it rested between her cheeks, throbbing down into her crevice.
She moaned a soft moan of pleasure, and muttered, "Ah that feels good".
I thought the same as I loved the feel of her silky smooth skin under my fingers.
I spread my fingers wide to lightly brush them all the way down her back from her neck to her ass.
The chills leaped out onto her skin allowing me to feel her pleasure.
Then I began to knead in small circles around her back, allowing my fingers to slide down onto her sides, rubbing against the base of her breasts feeling her shudder slightly as chills leaped out all over her again.
I noticed the smell of her cunt as I knew she was getting wet and aroused.
Slowly I rubbed down her back, till my hands were on her very lower back, just above her ass.
I rubbed the top of her ass, wandering if she would stop me, but she didn't.

Feeling more daring, I allowed my hands to find their way under her silky panties, still not feeling any resistance.
I slid a finger down into the crevice between her cheeks, feeling my cock jump as I imagined my cock being my finger. She squirmed and said, "Hey, that's kind of low isn't it?"
I had to stammer out, "Uh yeah, I'm sorry, I kind of got carried away".

Finishing up, I stroked her back in long, light strokes, barely brushing her skin allowing her to relax and adjust as I finished.
I rose from straddling her and stood up, my cock hard and twitching as it pressed against my boxers and shorts.
She also rose, pulling her shirt down as she did, but none too quickly, allowing me another quick glance at her round breasts.

She stepped towards me, leaning up into me to give me a small kiss of appreciation on the cheek.
I felt her nipples touch my chest, then felt her lean into me more, tiptoeing as her hands pulled my head down so she could whisper softly in my ear, "Thank you so much".
I could feel her breathing in my ear, making my cock throb hard.
Her breasts pressed into me hard and I felt my long, hard, throbbing cock press into her stomach.

I left her room for mine to go to bed, sleeping fitfully that night dreaming about her.
And upon waking the next morning I found my dreams had not all been imagined.
My boxers were completely soaked in the front and stuck to my body.
I could smell the smell of my cum and realized I had cum during my sleep, dreaming about her.

The day of our ski trip finally came and we flew out to Colorado together, having a great time laughing and teasing each other as we unwound and relaxed getting ready for a great vacation.
We got in late at night so we went to bed as soon as possible to prepare for a big day of skiing the next day.
She and her friend took the downstairs since it had two beds, and I took the roll-away bed upstairs.

We skiied the next day having a blast together, enjoying each other, laughing easily and often.
After we got back to our condo, we all wanted a hot shower.
Being the gentleman, I offered to go last.
And when finally I heard Julie yell upstairs to me that she were done, I walked down in my boxers, not thinking anything about it, until suddenly I realized her friend was there too.
Well to my surprise and enjoyment, she was as uninhibited as Julie and was wearing only a bra and panties also, just like Julie.
I couldn't help but stare at her friend Dana as I walked toward the bathroom.
She in turn stared at me, smiling as she did, apparently approving of my lean, muscular body and the sight of my cock swinging in my boxers.
Slightly embarrased, but extremely exhilarated I hurridely stepped into the bathroom for my shower, noticing Julie smiling at me looking at Dana.
She was slightly taller than Julie, standing about 5-9 and Julie at 5-8.
She was built thinner, having a long, lithe graceful body with less curves than Julie, but nonetheless she had a very sexy and enticing body.
I estimated her breasts to be 30c and weight to be 120.
I knew Julie's breasts were 32d since I had handled her bras when doing laundry, many times fantasizing about fondling her breasts as I cupped my hands around the cups.
And I knew Julie weighed 125 from seeing her on the scales at home.
Taking my shower, I stroked my cock a few times, thinking of Julie and Dana half naked just on the other side of the door.

We cooked a meal of pasta and wine that evening.
After our meal and dessert of ice cream we each had another glass of wine and began to feel that nice, warm feeling permeate our bodies partly from the wonderful feeling of our tired muscles, but moreso from the wine relaxing us.
Feeling relaxed I asked if anyone wanted to join me in the hottub just outside in our deck.
We had it all to ourselves and I planned to make the most of it. Dana quickly agreed as did Julie.
I was the first to get my swim trunks on and to get into the hot tub which allowed me to watch Julie and Dana walk outside to climb in.
Both had bikinis on, their sexy bodies barely covered, their asses clearly visible as their bikinis slid between their cheeks as they walked.
They both climbed in, exclaiming at how hot the water was.
But I told them it felt really good after your body adjusted to it.
They were both across from me, their heads tilted back and eyes shut as they both relaxed. We each had our arms out, spread out to our sides.
But having just seen two wonderful, sexy and enticing bodies my cock was hardening, especially as I adjusted myself to allow a jet of water to rush over my cock.
I lowered an arm under the water to begin to stroke my cock.
Dana opened her eyes and saw me looking at her, with one hand under the water, and one hand out.
She smiled at me, immediately knowing what I was doing.
Looking me in the eyes she said in a flirtatious tone, "Feels good doesn't it?" and smiled.
She then lowered her own arm and shut her eyes again, her lips slightly parting as I could tell she began to fondle herself.
Then being clueless, Julie opened her eyes and replied "Yes it does", looking at me, noticing my arm in the water moving up and down slightly, smiling as she noticed I quit once I knew she was looking at me.
Then she glanced over at Dana and noticed her own arm moving back and forth, her eyes closed and lips parted.
I could tell Julie knew what Dana was doing since I saw a small smile form on the corners of her lips.
She said she were going to bed, but that she forgot her towel and asked me to get it for her.
Dana then asked me to get hers too since she had also forgotten.
Feeling embarrased, I knew that they both would see my hard cock, but also figured they would know anyway if I said I wouldn't get out.
So I stood up, my wet boxers hugging my body as the water dripped down my body, steam rising from my hot body meeting the cool air.
I saw both Julie & Dana stare at my long, thick, hard cock which was clearly defined as it pointed skyward, pressing my wet boxers out.
And as I got out, I saw the two look at each other and smile as they leaned toward each other whispering excitedly.
As I came back, I wrapped a towel around myself to cover up my hard cock, but there was still a clearly visible bulge as it pushed against the towel.
As I walked to hand them both their towels, they both just stared at me, smiling coyly.

After having slept a sound sleep filled with erotic dreams of Julie and Dana, I woke to the sounds of breakfast.
Both she and Dana were up and fixing breakfast in the kitchen upstairs which was just on the other side of the eating bar.
I still felt aroused from my dreams and glanced down to see my cock pushing the covers high.
I looked to see if either of them were looking at me.
The movement of my head as I turned caught Julie's eye and I saw her looking at me, saying brightly, "Good morning sleepy head!"
Then she turned to Dana and said, "Hey, lets go jump on him!"
And sure enough she and Dana walked around the bar towards me, both of them noticing the covers being pushed up, turning to smile at each other as they advanced.
Wearing robes, they both rushed me and jumped on top of me, first Julie then Dana, both of them allowing their robes to fall open as they did.
Julie across my body, her stomach on top of my cock, and Dana perpindicular to her, parralel to me, laying on the top.
One of her legs was between mine and I felt it pressing into my balls.
Julie leaned towards my ear and breathed into my ear, "Did you have sweet dreams? I sure did".
Being caught off-guard I was embarrased at first, but then realized that they both knew what they were doing after that comment and wondered how long they had stared at my hard cock as I slept.
And having two good looking women on top of me was quite a turn on.
I felt Dana brush her leg back and forth against my round balls a couple of times before she stood.
And then Julie slid her whole body over my cock as she slid to the side off of me.
As I felt her body slide over my hard cock, I felt it jump wildly and knew she felt it too.

After eating a nutritious breakfast we took off and had another great day of skiing.
Then we got back to the condo for showers before our dinner.
Again, being last I walked by both Julie & Dana in their skimpy, sexy underwear and had to stare as Dana was bent over at the waist with her ass stuck up in the air towards me.
And then Julie stopped me to tell me something, bending down too, to allow me to see most of your breasts, noticing she looked up to see if I was looking.

After our dinner and two or three glasses of wine we were all feeling really good.
We got ready and all got in the hot tub again, allowing the hot water to relax our tired bodies.
We were talking and laughing when I felt a foot slide up my leg to stay there.
I wasn't sure who it was, but suspected it was Julie since she were on my left side and the foot was on my left leg. My cock hardened very quickly to its full height becoming extremely hard, causing me to pause in my conversation.
Dana asked, "Is something wrong, you look kind of flushed".
For good reason I thought to myself. My whole body felt extremely hot as I felt the foot slowly sliding further up my leg from my calf.
And then surprisingly I felt another foot on my right leg, rubbing up and down, sliding up my leg.
Slightly out of breath, I finished my remarks and quit talking, leaning my head back to close my eyes as I felt extremely turned on and horny with two feet and legs sliding up my own legs.
I couldn't believe it was happening and didn't want to say anything for fear it would stop. Dana kept talking until suddenly she turned to Julie and said she had a dare for her.
"I dare you to take off your bikini."
I heard Julie objecting, "But can't someone see us from the neighboring condos?".
Laughing, Dana said, "That never stopped you in college!"
And just like that I saw Julie reach down under the swirling water to jerk out her bikini with a flourish, throwing it toward the condo door.
I could hardly believe it, but heard her laughing, saying, "Ah that feels even better!".
Then Dana said, "I meant the whole bikini."
At which she replied, "Only if both of you strip naked also."
Dana with no hesitation whatsoever, reached down, looking me in the eyes as she did, and pulled out her own bikini and threw it towards the door.
Then, simultaneously they both said excitedly, "Now its your turn John!"
Laughing too now and feeling very excited and exhilarated, I reached down to slide my swim trunks off, feeling the water jets swirl the water around my long, hard, bare cock.
I dropped them to the side where I could reach them if I had too, but heard them say, "Hey, thats no fair, throw them over to the condo like we did!" I said, "But the people in the other condos can see we're naked when we get out to walk over there!".

At which Dana rejoined, "Thats part of the excitement, the thrill, the exhilaration!"
So I reached down and turned around to throw them to the condo since my back was to it.
As I was turning back around, I saw two bikini tops flying over to drop beside my trunks.
And then facing Julie & Dana again, I noticed they were both just sliding down into the water smiling as I grinned myself from seeing them both with breasts exposed.
Once under the water, I could tell they didn't have anything on, but couldn't see either Julie's or Dana's breasts clearly b/c of the swirling water.
Julie and Dana started talking about masturbation and asked me if I ever did that, telling me they both did frequently.
I admitted I did also and said "Wow, wouldn't that be such a turn-on to do that now?"
And heard Dana say, "Yes it would, why don't you do it? I dare you!"
And I felt two legs brushing against mine again, feet sliding up my legs all the way to my inner thighs as both Julie & Dana slid closer to me, one on each side.
So I reached a hand down under the water and grasped my hard and throbbing cock, wrapping my fingers around the base to slowly slide my hand up my long, hard shaft, all the way up to my sensitive, swollen head, gasping as I slid my hand over it.

I saw both Julie & Dana staring at me intently, peering down to my hand on my cock.
I noticed they both slid both their arms under the water too, and knew they were beginning to pleasure themselves. I felt a foot suddenly slide upwards to my balls, the toes massaging them as they wriggled around. I had to let out a deep breath and heard Julie slyly say, "That feels good doesn't it John?" To which I could only nod my head and grit my teeth as I felt another foot sliding up to my cock, this one pressing against my shaft. I took my fingers off my cock and encircled them in the toes of what I knew now was Dana's foot. She smiled as I did, rubbing her foot up and down as I pulled it up and down. Then I felt both sliding away and noticed they were looking at each other, smiling as they both rose up to walk to where I was sitting. I stared in awe and wonder at their lovely bodies. The water dripping down their wet, naked bodies, their lovely breasts wet as driplets of water clung to them. Feeling really horny, I fantasized about fucking both Dana and Julie, and wondered to myself how much all of this had been planned, and if indeed I were going to have a threesome experience I had thought was only a wild, erotic fantasy that would never come true. Sitting on each side of me, I felt their hot, naked bodies slide down in the water next to me, each touching me making me even hotter as I felt my cock jumping wildly back and forth in extreme excitement. I said in a light tone, "And to what do I owe this extreme pleasure?" At which Julie replied, "Ah, this is only the beginning of pleasure, and no, we aren't to the extreme part yet."
I felt her hand slide down my muscular chest, down my washboard abs to take my hard, thick cock in her fingers, wrapping them around it at the base.
At the same time, I felt Dana slide a hand down my hot naked body also to enwrap her fingers around my large, swollen head.
I let out a groan of pleasure and felt Dana pulling up slightly on my cock as Julie pushed her hand down.
The pleasure was intense and I had to let a deep groan again, feeling like my whole body was on fire.
I slid both my hands down to rest on both Julie's and Dana's thighs, sliding them slowly around to tease.
I felt Dana lean forward to breath deep breaths into my ear, her breasts pressing into me as she did.
Her breaths making my cock jump wildly in both hands, making them both giggle.
Then on my other side, I felt Julie lean her tits into my body, to kiss my other ear, sliding a wet tongue inside, making chills leap out all over my body despite the hot water.
I shuddered, and then touched my left hand to her pussy lips, at the same time using my other for Dana's pussy lips.
Then I heard both of them let out small moans of delight as they felt my hand sliding up and down their pussy lips, a finger sliding between them to rub circles around their clits.
They both quickly hardened as they both began to moan in pleasure, Dana tightly closing her eyes as she shuddered slightly.

Sliding a finger inside their cunts, I touched both their g-spots with my forefinger, rubbing it in a "come here" manner, feeling both their hips grinding against my hand, their bodies sliding around as I fingered their most private of places in a not so private place.
Dana whispered into my ear, her body writhing against me, "This feels so good! Especially since its outside and since other people can see us! Its making me sooo horny!"
She slid a leg over mine, straddling my right leg, her cunt rubbing back and forth against my leg as she pressed her tits into me and pressed her lips to mine in a long, deep kiss that made my cock throb wildly.
I heard Julie exclaim as she kept sliding a hand up and down my cock, "John I can feel your cock throb - that feels so wild!"
As Dana then slid off me, I turned to Julie and slid a leg between hers, my balls pressed into the top of her leg, sprawling on either side.
I pressed my leg into her cunt, and felt her grind her cunt into it, opening her mouth to gasp, allowing me the opportunity to press my lips to hers, sliding my tongue thru her parted lips.
I felt her kiss back passionately, our tongues sliding over each other wildy, making my long, hard, thick cock twitch against her stomach.
I felt her pull back to ask, "This feels really good, but should we be doing this since we're roommates?"
Leaning to her ear, I paused a second, blowing into your ear, feeling her shudder as I did, noticing the chills on her skin which told me she were extremely turned on.
Then I whispered, "Yes, we should be doing this."
Then after a couple more seconds breathing into her ear, I whispered, "I want more though, I want to fuck" and wondered what the response would be.
She whispered back breathlessly, "I do too", then "Only if Dana can join us though - she wants your cock as bad as I do".
In reply, I turned back to Dana and kissed her deeply, sliding my cock up her leg as I slid toward her, hearing her moan in my mouth as I did, her body shaking slightly as she felt my long, hard cock sliding up towards her hot, juicy cunt.
I let it slide up to flop against her pussy lips to just rest there.

She pulled her head back and exclaimed, "AHHH, that feels so good!".
I felt a hand slide down to wrap around my cock and realized it was Julie's.
She smiled as she saw my eyes widen in intense pleasure as she pulled it up and down, sliding it up and down Dana's wet and swollen pussy lips.
Dana had her eyes shut intensely and her moans became louder and faster as she felt my cock rubbing against her.
I kissed Julie deeply as she continued to rub my swollen head up and down Dana.
I reached a hand around to grasp Julie's ass in my large hand and pulled her to me, feeling her tits press against either side of my shoulder, Her hips tilting up to press against my leg.
She said, "Why don't you stand up out of the water, so I can get a good look at that cock of yours?"
So, pulling away from Dana, I stood, allowing her to take in the sight of me naked before her.
Dana opened her eyes as I stood and smiled as she stared at my long, hard, thick cock in front of her, my large, swollen head pointing straight up at the sky as it twitched back and forth in the excitement of having two gorgeous ladies stare at it.
I turned around to see if anyone else was looking and noticed the lights on in the condo with the group of college girls from Nebraska.
And to my disbelief, there were all the girls in front of the large open window on their second floor.
They were all staring at us and were gesturing excitedly.
It looked like they had been watching for some time the way they were all sitting in chairs pulled up to the window.
I turned back to both Dana and Julie and said, "Well, I hope you're happy, we have a crowd watching us".
Dana said, "That was the whole idea, although I'm sure I have no idea on how they noticed us", smiling at Julie as she said this.
I saw Julie smile a sly smile back, and realized they had both clued those girls in as to what they were going to do to me!
Well, it was kind of exhilarating knowing we were being watched, so I grasped my cock and began to slowly stroke it. Smiling Julie said, "Show off! You're going to make those Nebraska girls even hornier and wish they were down here".
Dana said, "I like it! I love to watch a guy masturbate in front of me!"
She reached out to touch my round balls, making me twitch as she did. I could feel her massaging them in her fingers.
Then she slid her hand up to place it above my own hand sliding up and down my cock.
I paused with my hand at the base. Dana's hand was on top of mine, with the last part of my shaft and large swollen head protruding out the top.
Then both Julie and Dana got in on the fun as Julie wrapped her hands around the last part of my cock, encircling her fingers around my swollen, sensitive head.
Then, teasing me, she began rubbing her palm up and down on my sensitive head, making precum ooze out as I still grasped my cock as did Dana.
Seeing the precum glisten on my head as her hand coated it all around it, Dana said, "I feel like I'm holding an ice cream cone and its melting as it runs down the cone. I think I'll lick it up."
Then she bent down to loll her tongue around my already senstive and swollen head. I let out a loud "AHHHH", not caring who heard.
Julie said, "Quiet, we could get in trouble".
But I could tell she was extremely turned on since she was touching yourself, rubbing her fingers around her swollen clit.
I told her to turn around and lean down to grasp the rails leading down into the tub.
Doing so, she turned around and asked, "What are going to do?"
To which I replied in excitement, "I'm going to fuck you doggie style long and slow".
The water level was between her knees and her cunt.
I stepped up to her ass, and with her head turned to watch, let my cock rest on her ass, resting in her crevice.
I slowly slid it up and down, hearing her moan softly.
Then I asked Dana for some assistance, asking, "Dana please help me by rubbing my cock up and down her cunt."
Gladly, she grasped my cock in her hand and began to slide it up and down Julie's wet and glistening pussy lips.
Her own moans became louder which prompted me to teasingly say, "Hush, someone might hear you."
To which she let out a loud, long, prolonged moan, "Ummmmm AHHhhhhh"

Then with Dana's hand still around my cock, I slid it inside Julie's pussy lips, slowly sliding it deep inside her hot, juicy cunt.
Finally getting to the base of my shaft, Dana pulled her hand away and got behind me to press her tits into my back, and her cunt against a muscular ass cheek.
With each thrust out, my ass would press against Dana as she grasped one cheek in her hand, and tried to thrust her cunt up to meet me as I thrust in and out of Julie.
My swollen head passed over and over Julie's swollen clit, making her scream in ecstasy as I pounded my long, thick, hard cock inside her wet, juicy cunt.
Our bodies slapped loudly against each other as her tits bounced back and forth wildly from my cock thrusting deep inside her.
My loud deep groans mixed with her loud high-pitched moans and screams of pleasure.

Then pulling out, I turned quickly to Dana, taking her in my arms, bending down to thrust my cock up to her pussy.
At first it just pressed hard against her pussy lips, and then moving slightly, my cock slid deep inside her cunt as we stood.
She gasped in surprise and seemed hardly able to breath as my cock jumped back and forth inside her.
I had to pause for fear of cumming right then.
As I did, my cock kept twitching wildly back and forth.
Apparently it was too much for her, because she reached an orgasm, her body racked with violent, shaking spasms, her body twitching, her tits bouncing up and down as she came.

Once subsided I began to slide down and up into her, making her gasp, "Ahhh, Ahhh Ahhh!"
And then quickly she had another orgasm, her cunt contracting around me to pulsate wildly.
I kissed her deeply and pulled away, leaving her gasping for breath.

Then Julie twisted me around to face her, her back to the condo with the girls watching, leaving me to look at them staring at us.
She started kissing my chest, slowly going down, sliding her wet tongue down my hard body till she was next to my long, hard cock.
At first she just pressed her lips to it, kissing it lightly all the way up and down my shaft and head, making it twitch wildly back and forth to keep hitting her in the mouth when she pulled away.
Then her tongue began to slither up and down and around my cock, making my body tense in extreme pleasure.
I let out my own loud groans, "Aaargh, Ahhhh".

And I could see 4 horny girls staring at us, knowing I could see them watching us.
And as Julie was giving me a mind boggling blow job, those 4 girls began to each undress in front of the window.
And then standing there naked, they began to rub their own pussies.
They would look at each other, then at us and giggle.
Then Dana bent down in the water to come up underneath me to take first one ball and then the other into her mouth, lapping her tongue around them.
I noticed one of the girls really getting into masturbating while she watched us, her face constricted and her body shaking as I could tell she was having an orgasm. The other girls just stared at her as she came, and then they all began to wildly stroke themselves faster and harder.
Watching 4 naked girls masturbate and having 2 lovely naked ladies pleasuring my cock was too much and I felt my cum building pressure.
My body started shaking as I felt it rising from deep within me.

Apparently Julie could tell I was about to cum, because she started sucking harder and then pulled her mouth off my cock to grasp it in her hand, squeezing it tightly.
Dana then stood up too and grasped my cock too, her hand at the base since Julie's was already gripping my cock just below my swollen head.
I felt both hands stroking wildly up and down my cock, squeezing, pulling, pushing. I looked down and saw both Julie and Dana with their lovely round firm tits side by side, leaning down by my cock, eagerly awaiting my cum to spurt out onto their tits.
I felt them both lean into me, touching me w/ their breasts, feeling like my whole body was going to explode, I looked down thru half-closed eyes as I felt my cum leaping out to spurt out in torrents.
I let out a loud scream of pent-up aunguish and pleasure, finally being able to let go.
Both Julie and Dana were moaning pleasurefully as first one, then the other would direct my spurting cock to their tits, coating them w/ my thick, creamy cum.
My whole body was as taut as a tight rubber band, my lean muscular body constricted in the throes of an incredibly intense, erotic, wild, and mind-boggling, spine tingling orgasm.
The first couple of spurts lept out, shooting up into Julie's face before she directed my cock downwards to her tits.
As my cock jumped wildly back and forth in both their hands, it spasmed wildly, spurting out cum.
Coating first Julie then Dana as I couldn't believe how hard I was cumming and how much kept coming spurting out of my long, thick, swollen, and red cock.
I saw Julie take her hand off to rub both her tits, lathering the cum all over them, bending down to lick at them.
Dana kept rubbing my cock hungerily.
Finally, spent, my cock was dry of cum, but kept jumping wildly back and forth in Dana's hand.

Dana began giggling softly watching my cock twitch as she used her other hand to slather my cum all over her tits and erect pointy nipples.
I looked Julie in the eyes and smiled, seeing her smile of pleasure in return.

I felt her hand grasp mine, pulling me after her as she climbed out of the tub.
I in turn, turned to Dana and grasped her hand to lead her after us.
We all three climbed out, our hot naked bodies dripping wet.
I loved seeing both Julie and Dana's lean, sleek bodies with the water dripping off their hard, pointy nipples.
And the water dripping down their stomachs, to drip off the hair just above their cunts.
Their hard, sexy asses so beautiful and wet to watch walking in front of me.
We just kept looking at each other in mutually admiring awe, reveling in the sensuous and erotic environment. I saw both of them glancing down at my cock, seeing it was still hard and bouncing up and down as I walked.
I still felt chills up and down my spine from our orgasmic experience and could tell my long, thick cock wasn't subsiding any time soon.

Dana looking up at the condo where the Nebraska girls were, pointing to them.
We turned to look and saw them, still naked, waving good nite.
We three waved back, enjoying the thrill of having had them watch us fucking and playing.

Turning to me, I heard Julie ask, "Anyone up for some more fucking? I know I am!" And looking down at my still erect cock, said, "And I see you are too!", laughing as I twitched my cock back and forth just for the effect.
Dana, still horny and desiring my hard cock inside her, softly, and desiringly said, "Oh, yes I want to fuck more, I want to ride that long, hard cock all night!"
Laughing, I said, "Hey, just twist my cock, I mean my arm!".
At which point Julie said, "Hey, Dana can't ride it all nite long, I want your cock too!". I said, "Well, lets go up to our condo before we get caught out here naked."
"You two can have your way with me there", looking forward to the ensuing night of pleasure and ecstasy.
Not quite believing what had just happened and what was going to happen the rest of the nite with two sexy, cock-hungry women.