My Friends the Allens -- Fresh Air and Exercise by Mark Aster = = = Note: this story contains graphic accounts of sexual relations between consenting adults. If you are a minor, a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go take a cold shower. = = = Pat came up out of the pond, naked, the sunset light gleaming on her skin. She reached up to wring out her hair, and her breasts glistened. Small silver drops fell from her erect nipples. Pat and Julie Allen and I had hitchhiked to the Potumwa trailhead early that morning, and after a good day of walking we'd arrived at Killicamac Pond just in time to set up camp and have a swim before dark. I was stretched out on the mossy shore of the Pond, resting and drying off, and Julie was sitting on a nearby rock, wrapped in a towel, reading. As her sister emerged like a newborn Venus from the water, she whistled appreciatively. "Ave, Diana!" I shouted to Pat. My voice bounced off the hills across the water, and was swallowed by the deep blue of the twilight sky. She grinned and walked over to me, lowered herself over me on all fours, and rocked forward, her breasts rubbing against my face, and water dripping from her naked body onto me. She kissed me lightly on the mouth. "The name's Pat," she said, "shall I turn you into a stag, so your dogs will tear your flesh, and your blood nourish the soil of the forest?" I took one nipple in my mouth. Stiff and erect from the cold, it was still lovely to suck. "Ah, divine Lady, have mercy," I begged, "Let me live, and I will faithfully till and sow your fields for seven years, as your vassal and servant." I ran my hands over the tight goose-pimpled skin of her sides and legs, enjoying the solid strong femaleness of her body. I pressed my hand between her legs, and she began to lower herself onto me. I put my arms around her, and pulled her down over me, kissing her long and luxuriously on the mouth. Her cold wet skin was delicious against my tired naked body; I shivered with cold and passion, and my cock swelled against her hip. "Will you sow diligently and reverently?" she breathed, her head up and her eyes closed as I kissed her neck, and she rubbed her pussy catlike against my leg. "Most diligently, my Lady, by my troth." The lovely globes of her ass were like silk under my hands as I pulled her against me. She raised up her hips, and spread her thighs. We slid easily together; as my cock entered her, she sighed deeply and shuddered. "Here is the field, vassal." I grinned, and began to sow. Hot and hair-trigger as usual, she was already beginning to come, the walls of her cunt gripping me in slow spasms. "Ahh, how quickly the years pass, my Lady!" I said, thrusting slowly into her. With my hands on her ass, I drew her buttocks apart, to penetrate her more deeply. "One!" I whispered as my cock probed into her depths, and she moaned with pleasure. "Two!" I slid out of her until only the head of my throbbing staff still rested inside her, and then plunged back in. "Three!" She struggled to control her breathing, her gasps becoming more frantic as my cock grew and stretched within her. "Four!" My cock ached, and her gasps became moans. "Five!" I could feel the cum in me, ready to shoot out into her moist darkness. Hot juices flowed out of her over my balls. I closed my eyes, balanced on the edge of orgasm, my hands guiding her hips. "Six!" Her orgasm began to peak as I slowly slipped into her again, my staff rubbing against her swollen clit, filling her pussy with my hardness. "Seven!" I groaned, and as she moaned and came, I came too, exploding inside her in a mind-numbing rush of pleasure. She collapsed onto me, her body still shuddering, her lips closing on my neck, her hair wet against my face. "Well sown, vassal," she breathed. "Thank you, my Lady," I replied, "and may my blood nourish your fields for many years to come." "You two regressin' to past lives again or somethin'?" Julie called from the rock, biting noisily into an apple. Pat reached over to the pond and tossed a handful of water at her sister, but missed. As the twilight passed towards night, we dried off and went to the tents to bed. Toward dawn, a front drifted by, and I awoke to a dim, silent world filled with mist. I slipped out of my tent to fertilize the bushes, naked and shivering in the grey light. On the way back, I whispered softly at the girls' tent. "Anyone awake?" Julie, her eyes still puffy and innocent with recent sleep, peeked out through the door zipper. "Come on in!" Pat was still asleep, snoring gently on her side. I slid into the zipped-together sleeping bags between the warm bodies of the sisters. Julie curled up on my arm, and we pulled the top bag back up over us. We cuddled and dozed as the light got brighter. Eventually Pat woke up, and turned over to rest her head on my chest. All three of us were naked and warm between the bags, and we talked softly, and gently stroked each other's bodies. "Oh, I like this!" said Julie, as I caressed her small breasts and she and Pat held hands across my hips. "You think anyone'd notice if we just stayed up here in the hills forever?" "Not enough equipment," answered Pat, drawing their entwined hands down toward by penis, "Only one of these, for instance." Their hands began to stroke and tease me, bringing me quickly erect. "But it's such a NICE one," said Julie, "and we have plenty of mouths, and tongues." She licked delicately at my chest, and then closed her mouth over my nipple. I smiled and gasped. "Shall we make him scream, Sister?" suggested Pat, squeezing my penis gently and maddeningly. I closed my eyes and willed my body to relax, to prolong whatever was coming. Julie hummed in agreement, and Pat's lips engulfed my other nipple, her tongue circling, her hands moving feather-light over my chest and stomach. Warm hands stroked my balls and my now-throbbing penis. Lips moved over my body, Pat's mouth pressed hungrily against mine. As I slid my tongue between her lips and she sucked on it, eyes closed, Julie softly kissed my balls, taking each one briefly and warmly into her mouth. Her fingers gently squeezed the very base of my cock, in a gentle insistent rhythm. I began to moan. My hands roamed over warm naked skin as the girls moved up and down my body. As they worked, in a misty silence broken only by kisses and excited breathing, my skin became more and more sensitive. Every touch awakened new flows of pleasure and desire. Julie's hand circled up my cock; her fingers found wetness at the tip, and gently spread it down over the engorged staff. I gasped. "Should we let him come?" she asked. Pat just smiled, and rose up on one elbow, pressing her lovely breasts again against my face. I opened my mouth, and licked the velvet skin. Julie slid up and took Pat's other nipple in her mouth, and for a long moment we both sucked, Julie's hand lazily caressing my cock, Pat's eyes closed with delight. Then Julie leaned down again to my crotch, and slipped her pink lips down over me. She sucked me deeply into her, and Pat kissed me again on the mouth, running her tongue ardently over my lips. Julie's mouth caressed every ridge and vein of my throbbing cock. I knew if she sped up her sucking at all, I would come. But she kept on slow and relentless, as her sister kissed me deeply and soulfully. I could feel a scream building in my throat. Then Pat sat up, rubbing and massaging my heaving chest with her hands, her naked body glorious in the diffuse light. Julie took me deeply into her mouth and held me there, knives of pleasure running through my nerves. Gently and slowly, she rubbed her tongue up over the thin skin of my cock, up and down the hard throbbing smoothness. Against my will, I groaned and cried out, mouth open and hips rocking desperately. Finally, in a rush of ecstasy that started like a tearing pain, my cock spurted hot semen into her mouth. She moaned and sucked, drawing stream after stream from my penis, and loud incredulous sounds from my mouth. "I'd say that was a scream, eh?" Julie said, rising from my hips to lie in the crook of my arm again. "Just a loud groan," I protested weakly, lying on my back, every muscle limp and sated. Outside the tent, birds called noisily, and the wind began to strip away the mist. Pat gently stroked my exhuausted empty cock. "All used up," she mourned. "Don't we have Gus?" asked Julie. Pat smiled, and rooted around in her pack. "Yes, we have Gus!" she said, bringing out her favorite thick blue dildo. "And you still have the rest of me," I added, running my hands up Julie's smooth spread thighs, and kissing her mouth. We all laughed. Pat masturbated lazily with the dildo, bringing herself to a comfortable gasping orgasm, and I enjoyed myself in her younger sister's pussy. The smell and taste of Julie's sex filled my head as I licked and kissed her clitoris, and stroked her inner walls with my fingers. Eventually she came, screaming very satisfactorily and writhing on the sleeping bag. Then we all lay in a quiet sated pile for some time. Later on, we woke ourselves up again by sliding into the clear cold water of the pond to clean off. "Ah," breathed Pat, her naked body again goosebumped from the cold water, "fresh air and exercise! What more could anyone want?" My Friends the Allens -- Fresh Air and Exercise by Mark Aster The End