Rhonda picked me up from the chair and kissed me on the lips.
“That’s for trying. Now go back to your hotel before I do something I shouldn’t. Ask at the reception desk for directions to somewhere suitable. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
Rhonda pushed me out of her office. I walked back to the hotel feeling on top of the world.
I took her advice. The receptionist produced a leaflet giving a long list of brothels, their prices and their specialities. She, because almost all workers on Tripletit are the local women, recommended one a couple of blocks away.
“This one, Mr Trelawney,” she said, pointing to an entry on the leaflet, “is good for first time visitors to the planet. They are all regulated but they specialise in gentle introductions to our ways.”
I thanked her. After dinner I walked the short distance. Once inside it seemed very like the hotel in décor. The only obvious difference was that the receptionist was wearing a translucent top clearly showing the outlines of her three breasts. She summed me up as a beginner.
“I think Chloe will be good for you, sir,” she said.
I paid the fee for the three hours she suggested. The cost was incredibly cheap, equivalent to the amount for a couple of stiff drinks back home. I was given a drink and asked to wait a few minutes. I had barely finished the drink before Chloe came to stand behind me.
“Mr Trelawney? I’m Chloe.”
I turned round to come face to bare breasts. Chloe took my hand and led me through the foyer to an elevator. We got out at the first floor.
In Chloe’s room which seemed the same as would exist in any reasonable hotel anywhere she asked me to undress. She unzipped and dropped her skirt revealing her triple openings surrounded by a fuzz of blonde hair matching her head.
“Yes, Derek, I’m a natural blonde,” Chloe answered my unspoken question as she followed my eyes. “Most Tripletit women are. So much so that brunettes are considered more desirable.”
“I’m happy with a natural blonde, Chloe,” I replied.
“Good. Do you know what will happen now?”
“Not really.”
“OK. We get on the bed and you position yourself on either my left or right side. The choice is yours. You open your mouth and suckle at my breast, NOT the middle one, but the one closest. As my milk begins to flow into your mouth you drink it. You will become erect and penetrate me. As soon as you have, my body will wrap around you and hold you in its embrace. Happy so far?”
“Yes, Chloe.”
I remembered what it felt like to be wrapped in Rhonda’s clothed body. Chloe’s naked body seemed much more desirable even though I had a faint regret that I wasn’t in this room with Rhonda.
“Once I have wrapped you, you will make love to me slowly. You will not have to worry about coming too soon, nor about your endurance. The qualities in my milk will ensure that you are capable and remain potent. I will hold you as you make love for three hours. Then I will unfold and let you free. You will need some time to recover and I will leave you in this bed until morning. Breakfast will be brought to you. After then you will feel incredibly alive and active. There is a gymnasium on the first floor, or you can leave and use the running track in the park. OK?”
I nodded.
“There are a few basic rules, Derek.
First. Do not try to escape from my body. You can’t. If you try to struggle my instinctive reaction will be to hold you tighter. Too tight and you could be injured. That is unlikely because I am trained to deal with inexperienced visitors. If for any reason you want me to let you go, push my breast out of your mouth with your tongue and ask me to release you.
Second. There is nothing to worry about. I won’t harm you. You won’t harm yourself. You will feel better afterwards, so much better that you should feel that you have had a couple of weeks intensive care at a health spa.
Third. There are no extras. What you have paid covers everything including breakfast, use of the gymnasium if you want it, and the use of this room until midday tomorrow. I am not allowed to ask for, nor to accept gratuities. I am highly paid by the standards of this planet and slightly more expensive than most professional ladies because I am trained to accept new visitors and to use them gently. I will. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Chloe.”
Chloe pulled me towards the bed. She reclined on it. I clambered over her and positioned myself with my mouth over her left breast. She smiled encouragingly at me as I took the aureole into my mouth. A warm liquid spurted upwards. I sucked.
The effect was instant. Whether Chloe had modified milk or some other enhancement I don’t know. I had never felt such a sense of euphoria from mind-bending drugs or other stimulants. I barely sensed Chloe gently ease my erection into her left pussy. She could have put it in her centre one. I wouldn’t have noticed or cared.
Gradually the euphoria changed to a desire to make love long and hard. I began to thrust deep inside her. Chloe’s body seemed to dislocate about her spine as the right half wrapped across my back. Her right breast pressed against the back of my head, forcing her left breast further into my mouth. I couldn’t have spoken if I had wanted to. How could I push this breast out ‘with my tongue’ as she had suggested? My head was the meat in a breast sandwich.
Chloe’s body took over my rhythm. I was unable to thrust into her because I was completely enfolded within her. Her body contracted around me pushing my erection into herself and then eased its grip before contracting again. Now I understood why human males were passive partners in the lovemaking. I was entirely controlled and animated by Chloe. A man had to trust a Tripletit woman wholly. Once wrapped in her body he would remain her helpless prisoner until she decided to release him.
I didn’t know that I was capable of such endurance. From time to time I would swallow more of Chloe’s breast milk. She kept me highly aroused for the whole three hours. From time to time the phrase ‘And shall Trelawney die?’ ran through my head as I was raised to even greater heights of pleasure.
Eventually she unfolded herself, lifted my body from hers, and rested me on the bed. I was an unresisting lump as she centred me on the bed and tucked me in as if I was a child who had fallen asleep during a bedtime story. My eyes were closed and I was deep asleep before she left the room.
I woke next morning as a maid brought in a breakfast trolley. She hauled me up to a sitting position in bed, propping me with pillows, before handing me a cup of black coffee. The maid handled me as if waking up naked men was an everyday part of her job. It probably is.
She waited until I had finished the second cup of coffee.
“Miss Chloe gave me a message for you, Mr Trelawney,” the maid said.
“Yes?”
“She would like to see you when you are ready. She will be in room 36 on the floor below this one from ten o’clock. Will you see her?”
I was curious. Why did Chloe want to see me?
“Yes, thank you. I will. And thank you for the coffee. I feel much better now.”
The maid laughed.
“That’s not the effect of the coffee…”
She leant over to kiss me.
“Welcome to the planet. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your stay.”
She left in a flutter of skirt whisking out of the door.
After breakfast I showered, shaved and dressed. My clothes had been washed, dried, ironed and carefully folded during the night. I went to the gymnasium. There were sets of sports clothing for the guests’ use. After a better workout than I had managed for years I needed another shower. If all brothels on Tripletit were like this one I could imagine living in one.
At ten o’clock promptly I knocked on the door of room 36. Chloe opened the door.
“Come in Derek.”
I entered. This room had touches of her personality unlike the other room. There were pictures on the walls, a few small sculptures on shelves, and more furniture.
“This is my home, Derek.”
“I’m honoured, Chloe, but why? You don’t do this for every visitor, do you?”
“No. Rhonda spoke to me after I left you last night.”
“Rhonda? How did she…?”
“Know where you are? Our intelligence services are very efficient. We knew who you were before you landed and had some idea why you came to this planet. Rhonda is one of our agents. So am I. This whole establishment is run by the intelligence agency, at a profit, but mainly for intelligence gathering.”
“I’m not sure I like that.”
“You have nothing to be afraid of. You have come here with an overt purpose that could be to our benefit and have made no secret about who you are and what you represent.”
“Then why?”
“Why send you to me? We didn’t want you to be the victim of one of our more unscrupulous women. Some refuse to let a man free from their embrace until he pays more. Paying to have sex with a woman here is easy and painless. Paying for her to stop can be expensive.”
I could imagine the situation. Wrapped in Chloe last night I couldn’t have freed myself. If she had wanted to prolong the coupling beyond my endurance I would have had no means of escape.
“OK. So I have been escorted and protected. Against whom?”
“Mr Trelawney, there are other humans on this planet who are prospecting for minerals. They haven’t asked for permission or announced their presence. They are pretending to be tourists who want to experience the wilderness. Tourists don’t carry surveying equipment nor rock drills as they do.”
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“Do you know who they are?”
“Their individual names are phoney. Some of their equipment has partially erased markings something like ‘Dunnel and Hagstack’.”
“Donald and Hogstock! Them! The worst set of claim-jumpers and rip-off artists galaxy-wide!”
“You know them?”
“Too well. They are barely legitimate at their best. They have raped minerals from many undeveloped planets and left massive environmental damage almost everywhere they have touched.”
“And you don’t?”
“If your government has done any research about me at all you should know better than that, Chloe… Is Chloe your name?”
“Yes. I am Chloe. And yes, we did research you and your company. You get glowing recommendations from everyone we contacted.”
“So we should. We have been extracting minerals for thousands of years since my distant ancestors founded the company in a place called Cornwall on Old Earth. I still have the family name but I am a very junior part of the company.”
“That’s a lie, Derek. Probably the only one you’ve told. You are part of the main company board and next in line to be managing director.”
I shrugged my shoulders. I had been caught out. That information was supposed to be confidential but if a planet’s intelligence agency applied serious resources any secret could be revealed.
“What happens now, Chloe?”
“We will co-operate with you. We will provide guides and mineral experts to accompany you.”
“And spies to see what I’m up to?”
“Yes, those too. We are inclined to trust you but this is our planet. We need to protect it.”
“Have you got spies with Donald and Hogstock?”
“I can’t answer that.”
“What would have happened if I’d gone to another place last night?”
“Whichever one you went to I would have been there. I was following you. I came in the back way as you were in the foyer.”
“Why you, Chloe?”
“Because I have a degree in geology.”
“You are a highly talented intelligence operative, Chloe.”
“Most of us are. It is a comparatively well paid career.”
“If you have a degree in geology, obtained on this planet…”
Chloe nodded.
“Why has the exploration of this planet’s minerals been neglected?”
“Geology is a minority subject. We, that is the women on this planet, are strongly gregarious. We don’t like being alone or away from the towns. We have done some exploration in groups but not very far from the settlements. We become more uncomfortable the further we go, especially at the beginning of each month and particularly in April. Any real exploration would mean being away for more than a month. Unless we were a group of at least a dozen we couldn’t bear it. Sandra, our minister of natural resources, discourages exploration further afield because of the dangers to us. Partly because of her opposition and partly because of our inhabitants natural reluctance we don’t have the finance to equip a group that large for a long expedition.”
“But Donald and Hogstock have?”
“No. They are prospecting with pairs of human males.”
“How many pairs?”
“Only two that we know about. There might be others if they entered illegally. Any humans that are here legitimately we know about.”
“All of them?”
“Yes. All. Their mistresses would report to us if they vanished for more than a day or so.”
“Why?”
“Because the women would be frightened for the men. The women can’t understand how a man could live alone. Even a short absence causes distress to the mistress.”
“Are there are men who don’t have mistresses?”
“On Tripletit?” Chloe laughed. “There are many more women than men. Any unattached man would be swamped by available females.”
“Even me?”
“Especially you. Rhonda had to try very hard not to seduce you in the library. You are not just single and unattached but rich. You are a highly desirable partner.”
“So how do I protect myself and how do I get to go prospecting without being swamped by women?”
“I’ll protect you.”
“You, Chloe? How? Won’t you want to be with the group?”
“I can manage to be on my own if I have a man to cuddle.”
“So you’ll come with me?”
“Yes, partner.”
That was it. Chloe had declared herself my partner. Partner in exploration. Partner in bed. That statement staked her claim on me. I could only free myself from her by a public and shameful repudiation.
Over the next few weeks I equipped and organised three twelve-women exploration groups to survey different parts of the continent that had not been adequately prospected for minerals. I doubted that they would achieve much except to gain experience. They were the best geologists the planet could produce except Chloe but their field experience was abysmal. The paperwork to allow the expeditions was almost the worst mind-boggling gobbledegook I had dealt with on any planet. Without Chloe and Rhonda’s help I would have failed to get permission.
Chloe, Rhonda and I studied satellite scans and photographs of the planet’s surface for days on end. Both women hugged me each time we met. I enjoyed being wholly wrapped in their bodies. I enjoyed Chloe more each night. By the end of the first week I was wrapped in Chloe all night long and yet fully fit and raring to go the next morning.
The following weekend was the first of the month, the first ‘hunting’ period since I had landed on Tripletit. I wasn’t expecting the impact on the women of the planet. Every woman I met wrapped me in a tight hug and held me there for at least a minute. It took me half an hour to get from my hotel room to the dining room for breakfast. The waitress wrapped me tightly while she took my order and again when she delivered it.
As I ate breakfast Rhonda arrived. She sat beside me, reached over, picked me up, sat me on her lap and folded her body around me so that I was almost invisible to anyone else.
“How are you enjoying the hunting, Derek?” she asked as she sipped her coffee.
“Nice, Rhonda, but…” I felt awkward as I peered upwards to the underside of her coffee cup.
“But you are worried that you are the prey? How do you think you would fare walking to my office today?”
“I think it might take all day to get there.”
“It might. You might not even arrive. Someone might like you so much that she’d borrow you for a couple of days.”
“Oh.”
“Most men on this planet stay indoors or very close to their mistresses at the start of the hunting weekend. Human males need protection at this time. That’s why I’m here wrapped around you, and why Chloe will be here in the next few minutes. We need to do some work today in between other things. Have you finished breakfast?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll carry you to your room. That way you’ll be protected…”
Rhonda didn’t give me a choice. She stood up and carried me from the dining room all the way to my room. She put me down so that I could open the door. Inside she sat on my bed, pulled me to her, and wrapped herself around me again. Her blouse seemed to have become undone. My face was being gently eased towards her right breast when the room’s bell sounded.
“Blast!” Rhonda said forcefully.
She lifted me from her lap and sat me on the bed before crossing the room to admit Chloe. Chloe looked at both of us.
“Even you couldn’t resist, could you, Rhonda?”
“No. Could you in my place?”
“No.”
Chloe lifted me from the bed and, still standing, wrapped her body around me until I was squeezed between her left and right breasts. My weight was supported by her hips and the friction between our clothes.
“We need you to be alert and in full command of your faculties, Derek. When Rhonda’s ready I’ll give her to you.”
I could just see Rhonda’s face. She seemed startled and then grateful. She opened her blouse and released her left breast. Chloe passed me to Rhonda who clutched me to her tit. I swallowed as her milk began to flow. Soon Rhonda had stripped both of us and I was wrapped in her body. I didn’t notice when Chloe left, nor when she returned an hour later bearing a fresh pot of coffee. Only when Rhonda released me was I aware that Chloe was back but clothed differently.
“Derek,” Chloe said softly, “we need to move fast. It seems that one of the Donald and Hogstock teams have found some mineral deposits and may be preparing to stake a claim. We need to forestall them. Are you ready to leave? Now?”
I dressed myself quickly before replying. I felt incredibly fit and healthy.
“Yes. I’m ready. Where and when?”
“About five hundred miles away. Now. Or as soon as we can get there. Rhonda will fly us as close as we can get, then we walk, or ride if we can. The plane is loaded. All I need is you. I couldn’t go on my own and none of our teams are anywhere close. Ready?”
“OK,” I replied, “but what about equipment?”
“Everything you brought is on the plane.”
“Let’s go…”
I suddenly thought about getting to the airport. I’d be impeded by predatory women. Rhonda seemed to read my thoughts.
“Chloe will cuddle you while I drive. No one will bother someone so obviously claimed.”
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They didn’t. Even after a session with Rhonda, Chloe’s body was still desirable. I scarcely noticed the drive as I snuggled in Chloe’s embrace. She carried me on to the plane past the airport women before strapping us in a seat designed for a Tripletit woman cuddling a human male. Rhonda took the pilot seat, performed the pre-flight checks and taxied to the end of the runway. Once the control tower gave us clearance she took off as if she was a fighter pilot. Even cushioned in Chloe’s arms I felt the g-force of the acceleration.
Once we were cruising at altitude Chloe relaxed her grip on me. She shouted in my ear over the noisy engines.
“We should be there in ten minutes. I hope that we have some mounts waiting for us. If not, we have to walk at least twenty miles.”
Rhonda landed us bumpily on a grass strip hacked out of the forest. Beside a hut was a Tripletit woman holding two large animals. To me they looked like giant horses with lizards’ heads.
Chloe remarked “Good. We have some onagers.”
“Onagers? They don’t look like onagers to me.”
“They’re not. Onager is the closest word in English to our word for them so onagers they’ve become. They can be aggressive.”
I didn’t like the idea of animals that large being aggressive. However Rhonda, Chloe and I were soon hauling the equipment out of the plane.
Rhonda introduced me to the onager handler.
“Joy, this is Derek. Derek, this is Joy.”
While Chloe held the onagers’ reins, Joy wrapped herself tightly around me. I could get to enjoy this greeting custom. Joy’s scent was faintly horselike, presumably from the onagers, but her breasts pressed against my head soon made me feel that she was another very desirable woman.
“Chloe,” Joy said above my head, “you may have a problem. Onagers don’t like human male scent. The others…” We knew she meant Donald and Hogstock’s prospectors. “…had to shoot their onagers in self-defence. Have you got anything that could disguise Derek’s scent?”
“No. Except…” Chloe paused. “We’re upwind from your onagers. They should have smelled Derek already and they don’t seem concerned. Rhonda? Hold your gun ready. I think we have a solution.”
Chloe took me from Joy’s embrace and held my hand as we walked towards the onagers. They raised their heads as we got close but seemed docile. Chloe stroked one. She motioned to me to do the same. I reached up and stroked an onager’s leg. It seemed to purr noisily.
“OK, Joy. I think we’ve solved it. Rhonda made love to Derek before we left. His scent is hers. If I…”
Joy laughed. “Do you need an excuse?”
There is an Earth expression “Don’t frighten the horses” but making love to keep onagers docile is different.
“No,” Chloe admitted, “but if it keeps the onagers quiet… Joy, could you look after Derek while Rhonda and I load the supplies?”
Jo took my hand and led me inside the hut.
“They’ll be some time, Derek. We could…”
Joy started to strip. I got the message. Soon we were lying on her bunk with me wrapped inside her. Her need seemed more insistent than either Chloe or Rhonda’s. She held me so tight, thrusting her breast so deep inside my mouth that I couldn’t have asked her to stop if I had wanted to. Unlike the others Joy’s body wrapped me harder. I was helpless and could only respond to her thrusting. If the others didn’t come back soon I was afraid that I might be suffocated by Joy and die. But if I was to die, I couldn’t think of a more pleasant way to go.
Eventually Joy shuddered in release. Her body’s grip eased slightly. She slid her breast out of my mouth.
“Thank you, Derek. I don’t know how much longer I could have remained without sex. Staying away from people is unnatural for us and we have been away for a couple of weeks. It wasn’t so bad while we were together but I’ve been alone for two days and it’s a hunting weekend.”
I couldn’t reply even without a mouth full of breast. I was on a high from Joy’s euphoric milk and only just beginning to regain my breath. Joy lowered me to the bunk and started to dress herself. When she was completely clothed she started to dress me. I took over as the effect of our coupling began to energise my body.
Joy kissed me and pushed me towards the door.
“Go for a quick run. It’ll do you good.”
It did. After about half a mile of running around the clearing I returned to the onagers. The three women had loaded the onagers. Rhonda hugged me, followed by Chloe and Joy. Rhonda climbed into the plane and took off. Joy hugged me again before setting off to join the rest of her geologists. Chloe lifted me on to an onager’s back. I didn’t know how I could mount or dismount without her help. These onagers were larger than most Earth elephants.
She led the way along a faint trail through the forest. Whatever had made the trail it wasn’t onagers. Our onagers crashed through the forest like bulldozers, swerving only for the larger trees. We were protected from the debris by the onagers’ heads. In less than a couple of hours we were close to where Donald and Hogstock’s prospectors were expected to be. It didn’t take us long to find them. They had a large bonfire sending smoke and flames high in the air.
Chloe lifted me off my onager. Leaving them grazing on trees we approached carefully. Their campsite was a mess. The stream was stained with minerals from their assaying. Piles of metal drums containing noxious chemicals were scattered around, leaking on to the ground carelessly.
Chloe whispered in my ear: “You told me they were planet plunderers, Derek, but I didn’t expect this much damage so soon. They’ve ruined more land in a couple of days than our whole population would do in a year.”
“This is only the beginning,” I whispered back. “They’re just testing for the mineral deposits. Once they start production they would rip out the forest for miles around and pollute the soil for hundreds of years.”
“And you wouldn’t?” Chloe hissed at me.
“Mining is destructive. It can be done with respect to the environment and everything can be restored as it was but that costs money. Donald and Hogstock are only interested in making profits and then moving on. My company is concerned about the longer term. We want to be welcome and work with local people over generations, not for a few months of ripping out the more valuable deposits and moving on to the next planet.”
“So what have they found? Can you tell?”
“I have a good idea. I’ll need to get closer. Stay here…”
Chloe reached out a hand and patted my shoulder.
“Don’t be long.”
I crawled through the undergrowth until I reached a pit where they had been digging. I collected a few samples from the side of the pit and crawled back to Chloe. I checked the samples with the instruments from my backpack. The indications were enough to show that there was a rich seam of bauxite. I put my finger to my lips and motioned that we should move away.
Once we were about half a mile from their camp I sat down.
“This is bauxite. It needs massive energy supplies for the deposit to be worthwhile using. That might mean a nuclear power plant…”
“Here? That’s monstrous!” Chloe exploded.
“That wouldn’t bother them. It would concern me and my company. Where else have they been?”
“The other geology team are about twenty miles away. We’ll join them.”
When we arrived at the Tripletit geologists’ camp I was hugged by all dozen women. The hunting weekend had affected all of them even though they were a long way from human males. As we talked I was passed from one woman to another and wrapped in her body before she reluctantly released me to go to a colleague. It took a long time for the full story to be told, perhaps longer than it should have done because every woman wanted to hug me. Sometimes I had to struggle to ask a question because a breast was thrusting itself into my mouth.
Donald and Hogstock had assayed at six sites. Two were barren but samples taken by the women showed usable mineral deposits at the other four. Including the bauxite there was enough proven minerals to provide most of Tripletit’s needs and probably some for export. The survey had barely touched a small part of the planet within easy reach of the capital. If mineral deposits were as common elsewhere, Tripletit could become a major producer of minerals for this whole galactic sector.
“Chloe, we need to stop Donald and Hogstock claiming the minerals. They already know that Tripletit is worthwhile. How are mineral extraction rights assigned on this planet?”
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“We know we need to stop them. We changed the laws recently. Only a Tripletit native can obtain a licence to explore for minerals and only a Tripletit company can have a concession to extract minerals.”
“Donald and Hogstock must know that. Would anyone work with them? Anyone native to Tripletit?”
“I hope not, but we aren’t immune to the temptations of wealth.”
“Then we need to forestall them. We need a Tripletit company to get exclusive rights for the whole planet – NOW!”
“I agree, Derek. The legislation allows for the first licences to be applied for in our April.”
“When in April? It’s April next month, Chloe.”
“I’d have to check. It’s probably on Tripletit Day, our Earth Day. That day is often used for the start of new regulations.”
“We need to know exactly when and get the application in first.”
“OK. We need to stay here overnight because our onagers are tired. We can start in the morning if you are fit enough.”
“Fit enough? What do you mean?”
“Derek, there are twelve sexually charged women here who need you tonight. As you know sex with a Tripletit woman does rejuvenate human males but I’m not sure what the effect will be after twelve of them. They need you if they are to continue to work proving mineral deposits. Please? Will you do it for me, for them, and for our planet?”
How could I refuse? Except that Chloe had miscounted. Including her there were thirteen women who wanted to make love to me that night.
That night was bliss. I suckled at twenty-six breasts being very careful to avoid the central ones. I was wrapped in thirteen large firm but yielding bodies and penetrated twenty-six tight clutching pussies. Each time I was released another eager body claimed me. Yet I didn’t feel exhausted or used. Every encounter left me full of energy and ready for the next. Chloe was the last. She tricked me. As I was deep in the euphoria produced by her left breast she switched me to her middle breast and I was paralysed lightly. She kept me wrapped in her body’s warm embrace as I slept.
In the morning we saddled the onagers and headed back to the grass airstrip. Angry women met us. Joy spoke for them.
“Someone has sabotaged the plane. The control surface connections have been cut and pieces removed. Without spares we cannot take off and we are beyond radio contact.”
“When did it happen?” Chloe asked.
“Last night.”
“Was no one watching the plane?”
Joy seemed embarrassed. Someone else answered from the back of the group.
“We didn’t think it was necessary. No one commits sabotage on Tripletit and…”
“It was the hunting weekend, wasn’t it?” Chloe added. “I suppose it can’t be helped. Derek and I will make our way by onager and send spares as soon as we are in radio contact. Come on, Derek, we’ve got to move now if we are going to get to the capital by Tripletit day.”
We left within the hour. Five hundred miles by onager could just be done in time if nothing went wrong.
That day, the night and the following morning were difficult for me. My muscles weren’t adapted to riding an onager all day. Chloe’s lovemaking only revived me but I was getting aches and pains in muscles I didn’t know I had. The second night Chloe let me sleep longer in the morning. That was a mistake.
My onager reared as I came close and tried to attack me. Chloe pushed it away just in time.
“What? Why?” I spluttered.
“I should have thought,” Chloe said. “You smell like a human not like someone from Tripletit.”
She laughed. “We’ll have to adjourn while we make love. Then your onager will accept you again.”
So we did. She wrapped my naked body inside hers and made love quickly. A quarter of an hour later I could approach and mount my onager. It began to get restless under me as evening approached so we stopped for the night.
The next day we made love in the middle of the day. The onager gave me no more trouble.
So we went on. At the end of each day Chloe would claim me and keep me wrapped in her body all night. About the middle of each day she would wrap me again. The journey seemed endless but Chloe’s lovemaking was delightful.
Eventually we came within radio distance. Chloe ordered spares to be flown to the airstrip but there was nowhere short of the capital that a plane could land so we had to continue by onager. Chloe had also asked Rhonda to set up a Tripletit registered company to extract minerals so that it would be ready to apply for a licence on Tripletit Day
We reached the outskirts of the capital on the evening before Tripletit Day. We stabled the onagers and continued to my hotel by taxi. Chloe left me to have a much-needed bath while she went to meet Rhonda.
I had just finished my bath when there was a knock at my room’s door. Wrapped in a bathroom I opened the door. A rush of women in dark blue uniforms overpowered me. Why? One Tripletit woman is enough to capture the strongest human male. Pressed against a uniformed breast I heard the leader say:
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“Mr Trelawney. You are under arrest for activities prejudicial to Tripletit’s interests. You do not have to say anything…”
I didn’t hear the rest. The blue uniform had been undone and my mouth had been filled with a central breast. Fingers pinched my nose shut so that I had to open my mouth and receive the paralysing milk. As the word “anything” entered my brain I became unconscious…
I woke up to find myself strapped down to a couch in what appeared to be an executive’s office. I could see a large desk with a high-backed chair. The occupant had her back to me and was speaking to someone on an intercom. I tried to listen but I couldn’t stop a groan as my muscles protested at their tight bonds. The woman stopped speaking and swung her chair. I had never seen her before.
“Good morning, Mr Trelawney,” she said. “I’m sorry about your predicament but you have been interfering. I’m Sandra Sallysdaughter, Minister of Natural Resources. Your arrest will be cancelled as a mistake and there will be no record of it ever happening. Unfortunately there will be no record of you either. You apparently left your hotel last night and didn’t return.”
“Why? How did I interfere? With what?” I gabbled.
“Why? Because a Minister’s salary isn’t wealth on Tripletit. How did you interfere? By exposing Donald and Hogstock before their nominee, me, had obtained a licence to extract minerals. With what? That should be ‘With whom?’. You and your friends used geology students to spy on our activities. They will be silenced or will face expulsion from Tripletit. For a Tripletit woman that is an almost certain death sentence. We are compulsively gregarious.”
As she was speaking she walked over to me opening the top of her dress.
“The question you didn’t ask was ‘How will you disappear?’. That is simple. I’ll unbirth you and you’ll vanish.”
Sandra forced her central breast into my mouth. I tried to bite but her fingers held my teeth apart as her paralysing milk trickled down my throat. As I slumped into unconsciousness I felt Sandra unfastening the straps that held me to the couch.
Chloe told me what happened next. She and a group of students burst into the Minister’s office just as Sandra had engulfed me from toes to chest. By Tripletit custom and law once a man’s neck is surrounded there is no reprieve from total engulfment by a woman. Even before then the process can only be halted by another woman claiming prior ownership. Chloe did that for me. She claimed me as her own and insisted that Sandra release me.
Sandra had arranged the fake arrest so that I couldn’t make a licence application before Donald and Hogstock did. She had miscalculated. Rhonda made our application as soon as it was possible. My company was listed as consultants with no stake at all in the licence. Sandra’s application would have been rejected because Donald and Hogstock held forty-nine percent of the shares. No off-planet ownership was allowed by the legislation.
Sandra lost her ministerial post but suffered no other penalty. She claimed Tripletit Day’s customs as justification for attempting to engulf me.
My company, together with the Tripletit owned licensees, managed to set up an environmentally friendly mining organisation that increased the wealth and trading status of Tripletit over the next few years.
As for me? Chloe had claimed me publicly. That is the equivalent of a marriage declaration and on Tripletit Day no unattached man is allowed to refuse. I wouldn’t have wanted to. By the end of Tripletit Day Chloe had shown me that willing and unparalysed engulfment is the most intense sexual experience that a human male and a Tripletit female can have.
Her pussy gradually sucked me in. Chloe paused at every stage. When I was inside her up to my thighs I thought that it couldn’t get to be more intense. I was wrong. I was screaming with delight as my hips and hands were slowly sucked into her. Chloe’s hand stifled my noise as she swallowed my torso and arms above the elbows. She stood up and walked around when my whole body was encased in hers with just my head outside. Teasingly she dressed herself in a long slip and floor length dress so that all I could see was her long legs moving beneath me as she moved.
I held my breath as she swallowed my head. That first time I was completely enclosed only for about ten seconds at a time. After years of practice I can now hold my breath for a minute and move beyond her cervix right into her accommodating womb. I have never regretted being claimed by Chloe.
Now she wants to claim me again and swallow me right inside her body. Why?
Because it’s Tripletit Day again. We saved the planet from rape by an unscrupulous mining company. I can’t save myself from rampantly sexual Tripletit women on Tripletit Day but Chloe can. If I’m inside Chloe I’m safe…
When are you coming to Tripletit? The planet is still unspoilt. Tripletit Day is an unmatched experience for a willing human male. The women are very accommodating…
The End
The Moose
The massive, grey bull moose pushed his way through dense underbrush near the cliff, his magnificent head and 14-point rack of antlers framed against the pink and blue veins of another breathtaking Sierra sunrise. The early morning sun cast a soft red glow through the fur on his neck as he pulled down a mouthful of dewy leaves from an Aspen tree.
Slowly I raised my bow and took aim at his giant body. At 50 yards, downwind and with a perfectly clear shot, there was no way I could miss him.
Funny how at this moment, all your senses are heightened and you become aware of everything. As I stretched the Dacron bowstring back, drawing the arrow toward my ear, I could hear the fiberglass bow groan softly as the stress increased. A drop of sweat meandered down the side of my face to my neck. Overhead, a red tailed hawk floated lazily on the cold dawn breeze that gently rustled through the rugged Sierra trees around me.
I focused my aim on the area where his neck joined his chest. A shot there, he bleeds to death in a few minutes and I eat moose for a couple weeks. Lower or higher, he’s wounded and I have to track him, maybe all day.
My left eye closed as I sighted down the arrow with my right. The moose raised his head, sniffing the frigid air for danger. Suddenly he turned and looked directly at me. His huge, damp eyes appeared green in the dawn light. We stared at each other for what felt like an hour, but couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. I slowly lowered the bow, knowing there was no way I could kill him.
The moose took one last look at me, then turned his head and bounded away through the brush. I silently wished him good luck, stowed the bow and headed back to camp.
My name is Dane Snyder and I’ve been living in the wilderness near Mount Whitney for nearly a year now. I retired from the military 8 years ago after serving 20 years and became a mercenary, a professional soldier for hire. With my experience in Delta Force, it was easy to find good paying work, if you could ignore the moral implications. Most of the time, I could by telling myself that it wasn’t me exploiting these Laotian factory workers or forcing those Philippino women into prostitution, it was my employer. I was just there to make a buck.
I had made my camp on the floor of a small box canyon. At one end of the canyon a small waterfall fed a pool, which was drained by a creek. Depending on how much rain or snow had fallen, the falls and creek could be a trickle or a torrent. Consequently, I pitched my tent above the flood line, with a nice beach and pool just outside my door.
One of the problems with this was that a lot of wildlife came to the pool to drink, so I had to be very careful with food. Anything with a scent was stowed in bear-proof canisters and raised off the ground with ropes. Any meats or meat leftovers were washed away with running water or buried in the soft soil of the forest on the rim of the canyon.
My tent was always left wide open so that no curious critters would rip it open to see what’s inside.
But as I came to the trail leading down to my camp, I sensed something was wrong. I moved along the rim quietly and looked down toward the boulders about 100 yards downstream from my camp.
From where I stood, I could see two figures moving along the canyon floor. One was a backpacker in hiking shorts and boots, with a big straw hat.
The second was a bear, and he was stalking the hiker.
Now in this area, bear encounters aren’t all that unusual. In fact, in a tribute to their ingenuity, the bears had figured ways to victimize backpackers for a meal. One method, what I call the stealth bear, was to track the hiker until they stopped to rest, usually at water of some kind. Hikers would drop their pack and walk to the water to drink or soak their feet or whatever. The bear would run out of the woods, grab the pack and high tail it away. If the hapless hiker ever found the pack it had been ripped to pieces for the food inside, the smell of which drives bears wild.
That’s what was happening here. The backpacker was boulder-hopping along the shore, looking for a place to stop. The bear was silently trailing along, awaiting his opportunity. I smiled, thinking this was going to be funny.
The packer stopped, apparently deciding this would be a good place to rest. The backpack was dropped, leaned against a rock and the hiker headed for the water. Seconds later, the bear swooped down and snatched the pack, running along the shore as he tore it open. But the packer saw this and took off after the bear, screaming at him.
Coming near the end of the box canyon, the bear really had nowhere to go. The hiker picked up a rock and threw it at the bear, hitting his shoulder. At this point, I realized the situation had the potential for disaster so I ran down the trail toward the coming conflict.
That kind of dishonest logic worked for my conscience, until that day in Brazil when it all caught up to me. I was working for a big oil company and they had bribed some local officials to get a tribe of Mayorunas Indians off their land. My cohorts Mason, Carter and I had traveled through the sweltering jungle for a meeting with the tribal elders. My job was to reason with them, and if that didn’t work, knock some heads.
I wasn’t having much success so I stepped outside the hut where the tribal council met to have a cigarette. These people were creeping me out. They all carried knives or machetes and when excited, they tended to reach for them. Not necessarily to pull them, but just to give the implied threat.
One of the young men was drunk on homemade cachaca, and he came closer to me. He looked at me and began to shout. I was being cursed out for what I was trying to do. Of course, I couldn’t understand a word he said, since it was a bush dialect. Although I always carried a 9mm Glock semi-automatic pistol with me, I prided myself on the fact that I never needed to pull it. But when he reached for the machete at his side, I drew my gun and aimed it at his head.
Arriving at the beach on the opposite side of the pool, I saw the packer throw another stone that hit the bear’s head. He dropped the pack into the water and tried to escape, but he was boxed in by the end of the canyon. He turned back toward the hiker, who foolishly advanced on him to retrieve the pack.
Suddenly, the bear charged, and the hiker turned to run.
For this kind of bear, that’s exactly the wrong thing to do. The bear chased the packer down the beach. Meanwhile, I ran around the pool to the backside of the bear. While trying to scramble over some small boulders, the hiker stumbled and fell as the bear advanced. The straw hat flew off revealing a cascade of dirty blonde hair and I realized this backpacker was a woman. She looked back at the bear as he got closer and tried to get to her feet.
“Stay down,” I shouted at her, “play dead.”
She saw me running toward her and lay back down on the ground.
I grabbed some rocks and a branch from a dead tree. Peeling my shirt off, I hung it across the branches and charged toward the bear, screaming as loud as I could.
The bear caught up to the woman, who was now lying perfectly still on the beach. He sniffed her and nuzzled her with his nose. Just then, the first of my stones connected with his ear and he turned his attention to me.
Holding the branch with my shirt hung across it above my head, I continued charging, yelling and throwing. Another rock hit the bear’s chest. The next one bounced off his nose and that did it. He decided he’d had enough and turned to run away down the beach.
I hit him with two more just to make sure he didn’t change his mind.
When I got to her side, the hiker was just raising her head to see where the bear had gone.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I think so,” she said.
But when she tried to stand, her ankle gave way and I just managed to catch her before she hit the ground.
“You twisted it,” I said as I picked her up, “c’mon.”
“Where are we going?”
“My camp.”
“What about my pack?”
We both looked around. The pack was nowhere to be seen, having been swept downstream by the current.
“I’ll come back for it,” I said as I turned with her in my arms and headed up to my camp.
I put her down inside my tent on my sleeping bag, putting my pack under her ankle to raise it above her body.
“Keep your foot elevated,” I told her, “it won’t swell as much.”
As I examined her ankle, I got my first good look at her. She was pretty, very pretty. Her silky, shoulder length hair framed a delicate face and her bright, sea green eyes looked curiously at me. She was wearing a T-shirt over the soft swell of her substantial breasts with a flannel shirt thrown over it—pretty much the standard backpacker’s outfit. Below her hiking shorts, her tanned and muscled legs elegantly ended in good, well-used hiking boots.
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The drunken Indian looked defiantly at me and started to take a step forward. The last thing I ever wanted to do is fire my weapon. It’s just not smart and to me, represented a failure of my ability to resolve a situation. But looking in this guy’s eyes, I knew nothing short of a show of force was going to stop him. I fired a warning shot into the bushes next to him, just to scare him. I heard a high-pitched squeal from behind the bushes, and thought maybe I’d shot someone’s pig or dog. But I wasn’t that lucky. My bullet had gone through the chest of a little 4-year-old girl.
I ran to where she laid on the ground. Her dark, terrified little eyes stared uncomprehendingly at the sky and her mouth worked soundlessly as she struggled to breathe. I tore off my bandana and used it to try to stop the bleeding. Her mother ran into the clearing, saw her daughter and fell to the ground screaming. I yelled for my associates. They came running, as did the rest of the village.
Just outside the tent I found some moss, which I soaked in the cold water of the pool. I brought it back to the tent and wrapped it around her ankle. I rustled through my pack and found some ibuprofen to give her. It would help with the pain and swelling. She took them gratefully and laid back on my sleeping bag to rest.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Dane.”
“I’m Linda.”
I grunted in response.
“My pack had everything in it,” she said, “food, clothes, sleeping bag…”
“I’ll look for it downstream,” I said as I started to leave.
Linda’s eyes widened and she looked worried.
“You think that bear will come back?”
“No. He’s too smart for that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. But just in case, I’ll leave you some rocks. You’ve got a good arm.”
She smiled and I was again struck by how pretty she was.
One of the men began to shout to the others. They yelled back and forth to each other and more men appeared from the neighboring huts. I tried to explain what had happened but my words were lost in the chaos and fury. I knew we had to get out of there, but the little girl was still alive and I couldn’t leave if there was still a chance to save her.
Then, she made my decision for me. With a final gasping breath, she convulsed, and then went limp. I saw the life fade from her eyes and my heart was crushed. I held her little body to my chest and sobbed until Carter grabbed my collar and literally dragged me toward the car. He and Mason had their weapons drawn and were back to back as they faced down the tribesmen and pulled me along. Realizing what was happening, my training kicked in and I took a defensive stance with my gun.
Carter carried a bad-ass Mac-10 with a 32 round clip. Mason’s Micro Uzi held 30 rounds and my Glock had 33, so we had enough firepower to take down every man in the village. But being professionals, we didn’t want to fire unless we had to.
I found Linda’s pack about half a mile downstream. It had become lodged against a fallen tree and nothing was left inside. A little further down were a few packets of freeze dried food and a couple pairs of panties. Past that was a torn, waterlogged jacket, but that was it. I got back to camp and showed the few things to Linda, who was none too pleased.
“Shit. How far a walk to get out of here?”
“About twenty miles if we go around the mountain. Twelve if we go over it.”
“Over it?”
“Yeah, there’s a way over it but I don’t recommend it.”
“Why not?”
“Lotta climbing, boulder hopping. Your leg’s not in shape.”
“How bad is it?”
I carefully took the moss pack off and examined the swollen ankle.
“Not bad,” I said, “no bruising or discoloration. You just need to stay off it for a couple of days.”
“I can’t stay here that long. Christ, I don’t know you. I don’t have any food or clothes or…”
“I’m not a bad guy, there’s plenty of food and you can wear some of my clothes.”
“Yeah? And where do I sleep?”
“We can both fit in the sleeping bag.”
She looked at me with a bitter, smart-ass smirk.
“Does that mean I have to fuck you?”
For some reason, that just hit me wrong. Annoyed, I slowly knelt next to her and looked directly into her eyes.
“I’ve never forced anyone to fuck me,” I said.
With that I got up and walked away.
“Wait a minute,” she called after me, “where are you going?”
“To catch dinner.”
As we got near the Land Rover, Mason got in the driver’s seat as Carter and I covered him. The Indians were getting more upset and vocal as they followed us. Suddenly, a rock shattered the back windshield. Several more of the men reached for rocks on the ground when Carter decided he’d had enough. Stepping up behind the SUV, he pointed the Mac over the Indians’ heads and fired a long burst. They hit the ground and we jumped in the vehicle and made our escape.
I took my fishing gear and some flies I’d made to my favorite little pool, downstream but within sight of the tent. I also grabbed a couple of shirts and a pair of pants and underwear, since I planned to do some laundry. I had set up a small area surrounded by stones where the laundry could soak in running water while I was fishing.
The sun had come up and the little canyon was warming nicely. Arriving at my spot, I decided to take off my shirt, shorts and briefs and wash them too. So I stood there nude, except for my boots and socks, casting a fly across the little stream.
Now I’ve never been shy about being naked. I’ve always taken care of myself since the days on my high school football team, so I never saw my body as anything to be ashamed of. At 48 I was 6'1" and 190 lbs, the same as I weighed in college, I had toned muscle everywhere from a lifetime of working out.
At one point I turned back to look toward the tent and I thought I saw a face quickly move back inside. I smiled to myself, figuring my guest had probably just gotten herself an eyeful.
A few hours later, I came back to camp with four nice trout and some clean, if still damp, clothes. I changed out of my wet shorts and laid the clothes out to dry on the rocks. I then set about cleaning and filleting my catch. I purposely stayed away from the tent as I built a fire and put my fish steamer in place. I covered the filets with wild thyme and wrapped them and a few sliced wild potatoes and basil in waterweeds and moss and placed them in my steamer.
“Dane?” Linda’s voice called from the tent, “I gotta pee.”
When I got to her, she was trying to stand up. I didn’t give her a chance, picking her up and carrying her outside to my makeshift latrine. I had put an old toilet seat over a hole I’d dug about 50 feet from the water. A small shovel stuck out of the sand to bury whatever may be deposited.
I put her down in front of the seat.
“Are you gonna watch?” she asked.
I walked behind a tree and waited.
“Okay, I’m done.”
I picked her up and returned her to the tent. I set off to gather firewood.
As we drove through the jungle, I couldn’t control my emotions. I sobbed every time I looked down and saw the little girl’s blood on my shirt. Mason and Carter tried to distract me, to engage me in conversation but it was no use. All I could see was her lifeless eyes staring blindly at the Amazon sky. The oil company wasn’t happy with how things had gone, but I couldn’t care less.
I was done.
I knew I could never do this kind of work again
When I came back, the food was done and I made a couple of plates.
I gave her one in the tent and I went to eat by the fire. It was getting later in the day and a chill was coming on, so the fire felt good. I was lost in thought when I heard her voice.
“Dane? I’m done,” she said, “that was delicious.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled as I took her plate.
“You don’t say much do you?”
“Wouldn’t want you to think I was trying to fuck you.”
“Look, about that,” she said, casting her eyes down, “I’m sorry. I was just frustrated and disappointed about the pack.” She fidgeted as she continued, “And believe it or not, more than a few men have tried to fuck me,” she said, raising her eyes to mine, a wicked smile spreading across her face, “it wasn’t always a bad thing.”
She reached out to gently stroke my cock through my shorts, smiling as she felt it begin to stir.
“I saw you out there today. I never knew fishing could be so sexy.”
I stared at her, baffled by this turn of events as she slid my zipper down and fished my dick out.
“Oooh, he’s a nice big boy, isn’t he?” she asked as she stroked my cock to full size. “Does he like being sucked?”
She took the head in her mouth, licking and nibbling around the edge as she stroked my balls, all the while looking in my eyes as I stood there with what was, I’m sure, the stupidest look on my face.
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She slowly took more into her mouth, sucking and teasing the underside with her tongue. She backed off, only to gradually take it back into the hot depths of her mouth again.
It was the sweetest torture.
Just when I thought this couldn’t get any better, she slowly withdrew, then rammed it quickly to the back of her throat. She growled as she repeated this process again and again, dragging her teeth aggressively along the shaft on the upstroke.
Oh god, it hurt so good.
Her left hand cupped and squeezed my balls while her right stroked my raging dick in time with her mouth. Involuntarily I began to hump her, fucking her face as my breath became ragged. I moaned and sighed as she continued to work her magic on my helpless cock. Soon, my moans turned to groans of ecstasy as I felt my climax rushing headlong toward me.
“Oh my god…” I panted as my orgasm hit me like an electric shock.
“AHHHHHHHHH…..AHHHHHHHHHH….AHHHHHHH”
The intensity took me by surprise, probably because I hadn’t been laid for a while. I dropped the dinner plates I had foolishly been holding and grabbed the back of her head, forcing my cock even deeper as I blasted shot after burning shot of cum down her throat.
I gave my Glock and three other fine guns to Mason and Carter, along some body armor and night vision binoculars. Back in the States, I took some consulting jobs for security companies, but my heart wasn’t in it. I was always a drinker, but I started using booze to control my conscience, and to help me sleep.
When I did sleep, every night, I saw her dead eyes in my dreams, and it was killing me.
I stared incredulously at Linda as she took my softening cock from her mouth. My knees buckled and I sat back on my haunches as my breathing slowed.
“Wow,” she said as she wiped a pearlescent drop of cum from her lip and slowly licked it off her finger, “you came a lot.” A mischievous grin spread across her face. “Been a while?”
“Uh, yeah…a while,” I said, “Just so I know, what brought that on?”
“You deserved a reward for saving me,” she smiled, “and a great meal…plus dessert.”
A wave of lust for this woman washed over me. I knew I had to take her, to have her. “Well,” I said, pushing her back down on the sleeping bag, “one great reward deserves another.”
I pulled her t-shirt out of her shorts and up her chest, past her plain, practical bra.
“Whoa,” she said, looking at me with wide-eyed concern, “what are you doing?”
“Well,” I said as I unhooked her bra, exposing as fine a pair of tits as a man could hope to see, “I’m going to lick your tits, eat your pussy and then fuck you within an inch of your life.”
She stared at me for a few seconds and it occurred to me that she might be frightened, maybe enough to fight.
Then, with a wicked smile she said “Sounds like a plan.”
I knew that I was right about her.
“Good,” I said as I slid her shorts and panties off, “cause I’m gonna do it whether you like it or not.”
Apparently this idea excited her because I heard her breath catch briefly in her throat.
“Guess I can’t do anything to stop you,” she said.
I couldn’t hold a job. I’d try my best but I just couldn’t bring myself to focus on or care about work. I must have gone through a couple dozen girlfriends in 18 months. They stayed at first because the sex was great, but ultimately they couldn’t take the drinking or the dreams.
My old boss even showed up and tried to save me but I was buried in self-pity and in no mood to dig my way out. For now, bourbon and slutty women were all I wanted in my life.
I got her shirt and bra off and beheld her glorious body in all it’s naked beauty. Her creamy white breasts were topped with quarter-sized areoles, each peaked with a crinkled little nipple just pleading to be sucked. Her chest was flush with anticipation and the smooth skin of her ribs gave way to a muscular stomach that flexed with her growing impatience. Below that her hips flared and a bunny trail of fine brown hair started at her navel and led the way to more fine, curly hair on her mons and below. Her labia peeked out, pink and engorged, with tiny drops of moisture glistening in the afternoon light.
I took off my own shorts and she smiled when she saw my hardening cock, wet with precum and pointing toward her. I lay on top of her and she wrapped her legs around my back, trying to draw my rigid dick into her steaming hole. I rubbed it up and down her slit, making her moan with need and she pulled harder on my ass. Just the head found it’s way into her pussy and she stiffened with the penetration.
“C’mon, don’t tease me,” she panted, “give it to me.”
“Sorry, a promise is a promise.”
“What promise?”
“Have you forgotten already?” I said, “I’m gonna eat that pussy til I’m full.”
She whined with frustration and humped me harder. I kissed her deeply and she went wild with her tongue, frantically trying to stick it down my throat. I pulled away and lightly nibbled on her earlobe before snaking my tongue into her ear. She groaned again as I licked my way down her neck. My hands caressed the porcelain skin around her breasts, careful not to make contact with her erect nipples.
I moved on, alternating kisses and little licks around the areoles. Meanwhile one hand began teasing her mons, flattening out and applying pressure to her clitoral hood. She moaned and humped my hand as I licked ever closer to her rock-hard nipples.
Her hands had been hugging my shoulders, but as she became more excited, they gripped me harder. I grabbed and raised them above her head, holding them firmly in place as I licked my way lower. She got the point and kept them there gripping the sleeping bag when I released her.
My fingers found her slippery gash, gently stroking the lips. She whimpered and humped harder against my hand as I began licking one of her nipples.
Then suddenly I bit her nipple hard while driving two fingers into her blazing pussy and stroking her g-spot.
She jerked like she’d been stung. Her back arched, raising her hips off the bag and she screamed out her orgasm. I waited until she’d begun to recover, then bit the other nipple while adding a third finger to her steaming hole and stroking her clit with my thumb. She stiffened and screamed again, the sound echoing off the walls of the little canyon.
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Her body quivered as I kissed my way down her smooth stomach, stopping briefly to swab out her navel with my tongue. Lifting her legs with my arms, careful not to touch her injured ankle, I pushed her knees to her chest as I prepared to feast on her exquisite cunt. I licked and kissed the underside of her knees while gently stroking the insides of those sexy thighs with my fingers. I gradually brought my licks and kisses up closer to her scalding hole.
When my tongue flattened and licked her from her asshole to her clit, she moaned and threw her head back. I stiffened it and started fucking her with my tongue, lapping her juices. Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I started to fuck her sopping gash with them, curling the tips against her g-spot.
Linda was almost crying now, making a whimper that was something between a constant sigh and a groan.
She trembled as I gently licked her clitoral hood, with it’s erect treasure peeking out from underneath. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue as she raised her ass off the bag, begging for more contact.
Taking her love button in my mouth, I began sucking on it while licking it with quick, light flicks of my tongue, varying the amount of suction and speed and length of the licks. After a few minutes of this treatment, she stopped breathing or making any noise and her body stiffened, clamping her thighs around my ears.
Then her orgasmic dam burst and she wailed as she thrashed wildly on my sleeping bag. Her fingers dug into my hair, her hands crushing my face into her pussy. I rammed a third finger in her blistering pussy and slipped another finger in her ass, which drove her to another plane of shrieking bliss.
Wave after wave of orgasm wracked her beautiful body as I licked her pussy. She pushed my head away, panting “Enough…please.”
She continued to shudder and convulse as I released and rolled up next to her, taking her in my arms,
Then one morning I woke up in jail with no idea how I’d gotten there. Apparently there had been some pool game mishap at a bar and something about a plate glass window being smashed. The police were called there was a fight of some kind that sent some people to the hospital. Fortunately for me, no one was seriously injured and charges against me were dropped.
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After a minute, she opened her beautiful green eyes and stared at me.
“How did you do that?”
“I just did what your body told me to.”
She thought about that a moment as she took my hardening cock in her hand and stroked it.
“How about doing what my mouth tells you,” she said as she climbed on top of me, looking lustily in my eyes, “fuck…me.”
Reaching back, she rubbed the head up and down her saturated slit, teasing herself. She slipped the head in her pussy, rotating her hips slightly. Her eyes closed and she concentrated on the sensations shooting through her body as she gradually took my dick in her, inch after delicious inch.
During all this, I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I was so excited and fascinated watching her fuck herself on my joystick that I didn’t want to interrupt her. I slid my hands from her waist up to her perfect tits, gently stroking them and pinching her nipples. This brought a slight gasp from her lips, which parted as her excitement and breathing increased.
This is my favorite part of making love. Women are slower to arousal than men, but, for many of them, their arousal lasts longer and is more intense. They reach what I call the zone, in which they will do anything to get more stimulation and ultimately satisfaction.
Linda was definitely in the zone. Although I was buried to the hilt in her, I as a person, no longer mattered. I, as a support system for my cock was my only relevance.
I just love that kind of single-minded focus. It is so erotic.
She varied her angle and speed. I reached up to stroke and pinch her breasts as I felt her pussy clamp down on me. She was climbing the ladder.
Linda put her arms on either side of my shoulders, bringing her succulent tits to my lips and started fucking me harder and faster. Her strokes became more violent as she pounded her hips down on mine, a determined look on her face. Suddenly, her back arched and her head rose up in a soundless scream.
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After that incident, I knew I had to do something if I wanted to keep living in civilized society. Problem was, I didn’t know what to do. But after thinking about it for weeks, I realized that I didn’t really want to live in this society that places such a small value on human life.
So I moved to the woods. In the Sierras, I could get nearly everything I need without depending on anyone. With meditation, peyote and a crude sweat lodge, I have sought the depths of my soul to find the wound that was killing me. I’ve made peace with the little girl’s spirit. She has forgiven me. I have not, but I’m working on that. Every two weeks, I make a trek to a nearby supply store for things I can’t get for myself. While not complete, I’ve found a peace that eluded me in so-called civilization.
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I knew it was time.
Pulling her down on top of me I quickly rolled us over and started pounding her for all I was worth. Her eyes flew open, a wild look in them as I grabbed her legs and pushed her knees toward her chest. A long, tortured groan came out of her mouth, followed by grunts in time with my thrusts.
After a minute her arms left my shoulders and went straight out to the sides, gripping the sleeping bag so hard I thought she would tear it.
“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH” she shrieked. I fucked her harder.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH….Oh god oh god oh god oh god.”
I rubbed her clit with my finger as I pounded her even harder.
“Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…fuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkk.” She shrieked.
I felt my own release building.
“Linda… I’m gonna cum…” I panted, “where?”
“My pussy,” she screamed, “give it to me!”
I felt the rush of cum exploding up from my balls. With one final, brutal thrust I blasted into her, coating the inside of her blistering pussy with my seed. She dug her fingernails into my back, clinging to me as she rode out her own orgasm. I held still, feeling the closeness, feeling her heart pound against my chest.
After a few minutes, my softening member slid out of her tight hole and I rolled off her. We laid there holding each other while our breathing returned to normal.
“I…”
“Shhhh,” she said, “just enjoy a perfect moment.”
She was right. I relaxed as she put her head on my shoulder.
Together we watched the last light of day climb the canyon walls.
The End
This story kinda long Pai Seh !!!
Cousin SCOURIES Tree Hugging Daught
My second cousin - Bradley Scouries - from the California branch of the family, a successful entrepreneur and computer company owner, was in Florida last week with his pretty little daughter Melissa who was on Spring Break, and over a few drinks in the outdoor terrace of a famous Lincoln Road eatery, he told me the following story.
It’s a story I thought would be perfect for the LITEROTICA Earth Day Contest as it highlights just what concerned citizens can do to help in the fight to save our beautiful planet. While having sex!
This story contains graphic sex scenes between consenting adults of the same family. It is just over 3 Literotica pages long. Please enjoy!
And please remember people, it’s you and your votes that will decide the winner of this contest. LITEROTICA has promised to count all votes this time so those of you reading in Zimbabwe, Haiti, Michigan, Kenya and Florida can rest assured that your votes will probably count this time. Well maybe not all the ones from Florida.
Cousin SCOURIES Tree Hugging Daughter
Naked teen wants to hug her daddy’s big tree!
Tuesday, September 5th 2007, 10:49 a.m., San Francisco, California
“You better watch this boss,” my secretary Patricia instructed as she walked across my office to the cabinet that held a large screen, flat panel TV.
“What?” I asked as I looked up from the proposal I’d been examining.
“It’s also on the Internet…the news outlets…youtube…I think even youporn…I just got a call from Joyce in our PR department.”
“And the subject is?” I asked as I watched the TV screen flicker into life.
“The Scouries families courageous efforts to save the environment,” Patty said with a little chuckle and the raising of her eyebrows.
“She is no longer a Scouries,” I grumbled, immediately knowing my ex had to be up to another of her hair brained schemes. “I divorced the lunatic eleven years ago.”
“Oh I’m not talking about mommy,” she answered, then paused before adding, “It’s young Miss Scouries who’s in the news today.”
“Miss Scouries? You mean Melissa?” Patty nodded. “But what could she be doing? She’s at school,” I said as I watched the scene unfolding on the screen.
“What the fu-” I spat out, my eyes and mouth suddenly open in shock.
“The video was shot down the coast… past Carmel…right on the ocean…on some land abutting the State Park.”
“She’s nude?” I asked as I watched the screen. Seven people, three girls and four men, were jabbering away up into a boom microphone that was being held in front of them. And although certain parts of their bodies were digitally scrambled to prevent breaking who knows how many FCC rules, it was obvious that all of them were naked. Paddy nodded.
“My daughter’s camped out nude in a tree? To protect the forest?”
“Yes sir. That interview was taped earlier. Then they all separated and went to their own tree.”
“Their own tree?”
“Your daughter’s now up in the SCOURIES TREE sir, or that’s what the big sign at its base proclaims anyway,” Patty added as I watched the figures on the screen disperse. My secretary was clearly having way too much fun telling me the story. I looked up and scowled at her.
“Didn’t we just mail her tuition check this week?” I barked out as the camera trailed after my eighteen year old daughter as she wandered through the woods until she came to a tree. A tree which had a four foot by six foot sign attached to it which announced in big letters, ‘THE SCOURIES TREE’, and then below that in smaller letters, ‘Please Help Us Save the Forest’, and below that, ‘THE GREEN COALITION’. The lens of the camera followed my innocent little girl as she mounted a rope ladder and started to climb upwards.
“Yes sir. And unfortunately sir many of those same shots are on the Internet and they aren’t exactly censored in the same way.”
“For something like eighteen thousand bucks?” I asked as I remembered the check I’d signed just the other day. I was starting to get really pissed off. I watched as Samantha disappeared up into the leafy foliage.
“Yes sir.”
“To Dartmouth University which just happens to be in state of New Hampshire if I’m not mistaken.”
“Uh huh.”
“Then what the hell is she doing seventy feet up a goddam tree, bare ass naked in Northern California?”
“Maybe its one of those team building programs all these Colleges seem to be sending all their students on these days,” my secretary offered.
“She’s alone up the tree isn’t she? What kind of goddam team can you build if you’re sitting alone on a branch of a tree?” I demanded in my most sarcastic voice.
“Maybe its part of a business course, they could be studying branch management,” my secretary suggested with a grin. This change in our typical workday routine was something she was truly enjoying.
“Could you please get my ex on the phone Miss Summers,” I ordered.
“I’ll do my best boss,” she answered with still a trace of a smile on her lips.
“And…” I started but then the import of her previous words about the Internet finally struck me. “You mean those videos are on the Internet uncut?” I asked, remembering the view the camera had of my girl’s naked little butt as she climbed the ladder.
“Yes sir.”
“Have you seen them?”
“Yes sir…would you like me to bring it up on your screen?”
“No I do not want you to bring them up on the screen,” I said emphatically. But as I waited for Patty to get hold of my ex my fingers danced across the keyboard in front of me, taking just seconds to find a site with the offending video. On this site alone it already had 134,916 registered views, a 5 star rating and more than a 700 comments blogged in.
And unfortunately my daughter happened to be the most photogenic of the group of tree huggers the media had already labeled THE SEQUOIA SEVEN. So of course the camera panned quickly across the fat broad and the scrawny brunette with hardly a pause as it sought out her youthful charms. The four men, led by a bearded guy I thought I recognized, were almost completely ignored.
“Mrs. Scouries is on the phone now sir,” Patty announced from the door. My eyes were locked on the screen in front of me.
“That’s no longer her name,” I growled, then asked my secretary, “When did Melissa grow tits?” I hardly recognized this stunning girl on the screen.
“I think it started maybe five or six years ago boss…you know…puberty and all that,” she answered as she walked behind me and looked over my shoulder.
“But…but they seem…sorta full grown,” I stammered as I looked at the full, round, firm breasts that had led my daughter through the forest.
“She’s eighteen boss.”
“She didn’t get a breast job did she?’ I asked even as I knew with absolute certainty these were god given, one hundred per cent, natural grown specimens. These guys moved exactly like they were supposed to.
“Of course she hasn’t had implants,” Patty responded as she gave me a dirty look, but then started to laugh.
“What?” I demanded.
“At least we’re lucky she’s not one of those modern girls who shave every hair down below.”
“But she certainly trims it,” I grumbled as my eyes latched onto the triangle of thick, curly pubic hair growing between Melissa’s long, sculpted thighs.
“After you finish with Mrs. Scouries I think we better sit down and decide what to do about the media sir. Shall I get Joyce and her boss up her?”
“Why?” I asked even though I knew.
“I’m afraid you’re name has already been linked to the SEQUOIA SEVEN sir. Your daughter seems to have captured the bulk of the attention so far and a lot of bloggers are already speculating that this group is sponsored by ScouriesComputersInc. I’ve had calls from all the local papers, the TV stations…even CNN.”
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