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NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only --  so don't read it if you
don't think you can be mature about it. Reading and writing these stories
should be acts of fantasy, and I hope that you can keep your notions of real
and fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you would like to let
me know what you think, or if you have a follow-up fantasy (which is something
that I REALLY like), you can reach me at SueNewHamp@AOL.com ... but I can't
promise to return your emails... I do have some other things to do in my real
life! 
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LUCY IN THE SKY     part 2 of 2
     by Sue 

I suddenly remembered that I had company up here, and when I glanced over at
Chet and Lucy, they were looking at me strangely, like I was a Martian. I
stopped my dancing and walked back over to them. We talked about it, and it
turns out that when Chet went mountain climbing, he had a kind of personal
tradition of sitting quietly looking out into space, kind of a transcendental
meditation. I asked him if my dancing and celebrating interfered with his doing
his own thing, and he admitted that he found my way of celebrating to be
“interesting.” I guess that this wass a high compliment from a dyed-in-the-wool
yuppy. Then Lucy said that it looked like more fun than sitting still, so I
grabbed her hand, and pulled her into my dance, where we stretched our arms,
and chased imaginary fairies, and generally lost all our inhibitions to the
goddess of the sun. Chet finally joined us, tentatively at first, but
eventually with more enthusiasm. An entrancing effect took over, and Chet and
Lucy seemed to gravitate toward each other, driven by some primal force of
nature. They started to circle each other, eyes locked on each other as their
movements became more sensuous. Their attention was not on me, so I took
advantage of the opportunity to strip off my wet clothes, flinging the garments
and boots onto the rocks to dry. Normally, they might be shocked by my nudity,
but they seemed not to notice! I continued my liquid dance for a while, then I
stepped up behind Lucy and raised her hands straight up into the air. Leaving
her arms like that, I reached down to the hem of her tee shirt and quickly
pulled it up over her heaving breasts, and then all the way off. Chet was
mesmerized, and Lucy offered neither encouragement nor resistance. 

So I circled around behind Chet and stripped off his shirt, just as I had done
for Lucy. Then I reached down to his pants and unbuckled his belt, then slid
his loose shorts and boxers down to his ankles. He lifted his feet so that I
could get them off completely. Looking at Lucy, I could see her eyes filled
with primal fires, as she eagerly took in the view of Chet’s naked body. Her
hands came up to her breasts and started to knead the meaty flesh. So I again
returned to her rear and pulled down her pants. Now they were both nude, except
for their hiking boots. Although I had removed mine, it seemed too like too
much of an interruption to try to take off their footwear, for they were both
transported deeply into erotic trances. I was enjoying being the facilitator,
the servant of their long-repressed desires.

And the desire was so obvious. Chet’s erection jutted out from his crotch like
a mighty tree growing from a luxurious garden of blond pubic hair. His pink
hairless balls swung freely between his  spread thighs as he swayed sinuously.
My hands slid up Lucy’s slippery flanks, over her shoulders, and through her
coppery hair, combing out the tangles so that her full mane hung down over her
breasts, with her nipples poking out through the clumpy strands. Then my hands
slipped under her armpits, so that they could cup under her heavy breasts,
pushing them upwards and forwards in an offering to Chet. His hands reached out
to accept the gifts, spreading his fingers over the heaving swells, then down
to her chocolate colored nipples. His touch brought a surge of blood into the
sensitive flesh, puffing the nipples up into hard rounded mounds that poked
between his quivering knuckles. When Lucy’s fingers intertwined with his, I
pulled my hands away. 

The support that I had provided to her breasts seemed to have been the last
thing that held up her body, and she sagged back against me. My breasts pressed
into her back. I gradually allowed both of our bodies to sink to the ground,
where we settled onto a warm slab of smooth granite, cushioned by a thick
blanket that Chet and Lucy had spread out when we first arrived at the peak.
Lucy’s ass nested into the wide vee of my thighs, and her back reclined against
my breasts. My hot nipples bored holes through her matted red hair and into the
sweat-cooled skin over her shoulder blades. My arms angled out behind me so
that I could support both of us. Chet kneeled on the ground in front of us. I
lifted my feet and brought them up and over Lucy’s legs, hooking my heels over
her thighs. Ever so gradually, I tugged outwards with my feet, pulling her legs
apart. The core of her physical sexuality was unveiled for Chet, who was
staring unabashedly into Lucy’s crotch. My view was blocked, but I knew that he
was seeing the tangled bush of dark red hair slowly split into two halves, with
her puffy outer lips framing a vertical line. I could imagine that line
becoming broader, then it too splitting, showing a stripe of brighter pink,
glistening with her secrections. Those juices filled the air with the natural
perfume of arousal. It was a spicy fragrance that acted to take their hypnotic
trance even further into the state of total primal lust. 

While Chet’s stare was glued to Lucy’s inviting cunt, I guessed that her own
attention was similarly drawn to his crotch. I tilted my head to the side so
that I could look over her shoulder, and I was able to examine his entire upper
body as he continued to kneel in front of us. His tanned muscular torso
glistened with perspiration, and featured his tiny pink nipples that contrasted
so greatly with Lucy’s full breasts and huge swollen nipples. His stomach was
hard and rippled like the proverbial washboard, and he hadn’t even a hint of
the extra rolls of flesh that afflict many men and women in their forty’s.

But my attention didn’t remain too long on his upper body, for my focus was
easily attracted by the twitching movement of Chet’s cock. It projected out
from his groin -- hard, white, and smooth, as if it was sculpted from
alabaster, curving upwards in a perfect arc that left the exposed glans
pointing toward his face. The reflexive movements were erratic and frequent,
actually energized by the deliciously erotic tableau laid out in front of him.
Further evidence of his involuntary reaction to Lucy came in the form of the
glassy droplets of pre-cum that bubbled from the dark slit at the tip of his
purplish-pin cockhead. Some of that clear liqueur ran down the snaking shaft of
his cock in shining streaks, but several times, his swollen flesh jerked so
violently that a droplet of liquid was flung into the air. When one of those
viscous globules landed on the bare sole of my left foot, I felt a kinky tickle
as it drooled down across the sensitive sole and onto my heel. I lifted that
foot high up and inwards, and with my forehead, I nudged Lucy’s head forward.
She knew what I wanted, for it was also her desire. She grasped my foot in her
left hand and pulled it toward her face. Her tongue lapped up the salty, slimy
pre-cum like a cat sipping a bowl of milk. The roughness of her tongue tickled
even more. She moaned deeply, and then I saw her right hand reach up to my
foot. I thought that perhaps I was letting my own presence distract her from
her true obsession -- Chet. But then I realized that her moan had come only
partly from the sensation of tasting Chet’s pre-cum; that sound was also
triggered by her own fingers as they dug deep into her cunt, scooping out a
dollop of her vaginal secretions. She painted the thin juices over my toes, and
then presented her gift to Chet, who eagerly sucked them into his mouth one by
one, cleaning Lucy’s pungent potion from my ticklish toes.

As the two of them enjoyed their “sole food” appetizers, their eyes were locked
on each other’s. It was long past time for the overdue first kiss, so I reached
out with both my feet, which were certainly no longer necessary to keep Lucy’s
thighs splayed wide apart. I hooked my toes around both sides of Chet’s neck
and pulled him toward Lucy. As he leaned forwards, his knees scooted up closer
to Lucy’s’ crotch, and his hands touched the blanket on either side of my hips.
Their lips attached as if drawn together by powerful magnets. They were so
close to my own face that I couldn’t really focus my eyes. But I could hear the
smacking and slurping, and even the occasional harsh click of teeth colliding
with teeth, as their tongues dueled in the wet confines of their eager mouths.
Lucy had been waiting and fantasizing about this first kiss for most of her
life, and judging by Chet’s fervent enthusiasm, I had to surmise that the
fantasies ran on a two-way street.

Of course, when Chet’s head had come forwards to kiss Lucy, my feet couldn’t
maintain their position. After all, as unusual as my position was at that
moment, I’m not a circus contortionist. So I had to let my heels slide down
Chet’s arms, and then I tucked them inside his elbows. My feet were unerring as
they homed in on Chet’s rigid cock, and I cradled it’s heated length between my
soles, making a perfect “weiner in a bun” arrangement. My toes slid around on
his bulging, slippery cockhead, and my heels pressed in just above his
testicles. At this point I could only see blurry hair and glistening shoulders
against a background of azure blue skies and the blinding hot sun.

Lucy’s hands came to rest on my ankles, and she used my feet like tools to
caress Chet’s cock for a few strokes. But I knew she wanted more direct
contact, so I correctly anticipated it when she pushed my feet aside so that
she could grip his hard-as-wood  cock in her fingers. She pulled it away from
his navel trying to aim it at her waiting cunt. But the stiffness of his
erection resisted her attempts, and her hips were too low to ever line up with
his groin. This required a bit of repositioning, so I lay back on the blanket
completely, pulling Lucy back with me. Grabbing her waist, I pulled upwards, so
that she slid on top of me, her ass cheeks right over my cunt. This only worked
because she was so petite. Her head rested on the top of my breasts, and her
hair draped to the ground on both sides of my neck. To make myself more
comfortable, I pulled some clothes under my head to form a small pillow. Her
legs fell over and outside of mine, and Chet repositioned himself with his
knees inside of mine. Now he could lean forwards more, and Lucy was higher up.
Within seconds of arranging this new geometry, Chet was rubbing his cock’s
swollen head up and down Lucy’s cunt, pushing her matted red pubic hair and
puffy labia aside. Each time he bumped over her hard clitoris, her entire body
shuddered and she drew in her breath sharply. If I didn’t know better, I might
have assumed that she was in pain, but the fact that her thighs were splaying
wider and wider with each of these twitches was proof that she was welcoming
the attack on her hard nubbin of pleasure. 

Lucy begged Chet to put his cock into her, and he did stop swabbing her cunt
and positioned himself right at the entrance to her gaping vagina. I grasped
her knees in my hands, pulling them even more outwards, so that her thighs were
stretched wide open. Still Chet waited, and Lucy beseeched him again. I suppose
he wanted to be gentle by controlling his mounting lust..., or perhaps it was
also a macho thing about being in control. But I remembered well from our
college days that Lucy was no fragile porcelain doll, despite her petite
physique. She and her boyfriends had kept me awake many nights with their fast,
furious, and noisy sexcapades. And now especially, with the long-building
anticipation, I knew her vagina was well lubricated and ready. 

So I lifted my feet from the ground and put them on Chet’s hips. Pulling
inward, he still resisted for a few seconds, and then I felt him begin to
relent. I released his hips, lifted my feet as high as I could, and then
slammed my heels down hard into his tightly muscled ass cheeks. The forceful
blow spurred Chet forwards so that his cock thrust swiftly into Lucy’s cunt. If
she had not wanted this deep intrusion, she could have protected herself with
her hands. But instead, her arms wrapped around his head and pulled him onto
the top of the pile. Fortunately, he was considerate enough to keep his full
weight from bearing down on Lucy and I. Sounds that are hard to describe
emanated from deep in her lungs..., sort of a quivering exultant wail. 

That first thrust was followed inevitably by more. Pretty soon, my discomfort
was exacerbated by the rollicking fucking that bore down on my hips and back.
With a mighty push, I made it clear that they should roll over to the side.
This maneuver ended up with Lucy astride Chet, still connected together.
Without missing a beat, Lucy started bobbing up and down, riding his cock with
all the eagerness and enthusiasm that I remembered so well from college. In the
intervening years, she may have become more reserved about sex, but I guess
it’s like learning to ride a bicycle. Chet grabbed her hips and attempted to
meet her bounces with upthrusts of his own. For a while, he kept pace, but
soon, he gave up and simply lay still and let Lucy impale herself again and
again on his immobile phallus. Her large firm breasts were dancing around
wildly on her chest until Chet brought his hands up to try to capture them. His
fingers pinched in on the fat brown nipples, which brought even more pleasure
to Lucy’s overstimulated flesh. Her matted red hair fluttered around her neck
and whipped over the back of Chet’s hands. Sweat ran down her back in sparkling
rivulets, imitating thousands of liquid effervescent diamonds trickling along
the contrasting pale skin and small dark freckles. 

Still she wanted more, so Lucy pulled one of Chet’s hands from her bosom and
pulled it to her crotch, with his palm upwards. Now the tips of his fingers
could stimulate her clitoris as the protruding ridge  of his cockhead raked
along the soft tissues inside her vagina, stimulating her G spot. Lucy was
possessing the object of her long-repressed desires, and she was possessed by
her unfathomable lust. Later, there would be time for the two of them to enjoy
more leisurely lovemaking. Now, they were rutting like the animals that we all
are, when the inhibitions don’t restrain us. 

Only minutes after I had initiated their first fuck with my kick-start, they
were both transported into a magical state of total, full-body, heart-stopping
orgasm. Chet’s facial muscles clenched tight and his eyes clamped shut. His
hips became animated once more, while Lucy stopped at the tops of her stroke,
allowing Chet to stab his cock as deeply as he could with his back arched and
his ass off the blanket. I thought Lucy would be toppled if her knees left the
ground. Lucy let her head tip back and her body shook and shivered. Seconds (or
was it minutes!) ticked past as they froze in  a state of total rapture.
Rhythmic jolts rippled through Chet’s body as he splattered his semen in jets
against her cervix. Eventually, some of that thick milky liquid leaked out from
where the root of his cock was clenched between her cunt lips, and it pooled in
the tendrils of his blond pubic hair. When finally Chet’s hips fell back to the
blanket, his cock drew out from her cunt and then flopped wetly onto his
stomach. Lucy lowered her open cunt down onto it’s softening length, gently
swiping up and down, smearing their intermingled juices all around the heaving
pink skin of his tummy. Then she fell forwards into his passionate embrace, and
their spent bodies rolled to the side. Within seconds, Chet was fast asleep.
Lucy turned to me with a dreamy look. When I asked how this measured up to her
fantasies, she replied with a slurred tongue, “Oh shit, that was better that I
could ever have imagined. I have never been so unrestrained, so totally inside
the experience......, if was like some kind of mystical out-of-body thing. I
was all feelings. Physical feelings, emotional feelings, maybe even spiritual
feelings. No interference from the intellectual side of things, no thought of
the past, the future, of what other people would think...., just the here and
now. It was magic. Thanks you so much for helping us get this to happen, and
for being here to witness it. I’m not sure that I would believe it really did
happen if you weren’t here to convince me it wasn’t all a dream..

“But what about you, Sue,...... you must be horny as all hell now. I know I
would be if I watched this wild stuff only inches from my face. Why don’t you
take care of yourself.”

And then Lucy told me to sit on the smooth rock right in front of her, and to
masturbate. And I did, right in front of her, within a couple of feet of Chet’s
unknowing head! I tried to take her inspiration and let the complete freedom of
uninhibited lust take over my whole being. Even at the initial touch of my
fingers to my dripping cunt, the first pangs of orgasm jolted through my
nervous system like an electrical shock. Just a few light strums across the
hard little prong of my clitoris brought me instantly to the full flowering of
my climax. Lucy told me later that my cries of joy awakened Chet, and his eyes
opened to the view of my  body as I hunched down onto my palpating fingers. 

That was certainly quite the first day at the “camp.” And we all had three more
days to spend together. Needless to say, those hours were spent figuring out
excuses to absent ourselves from the hustle and bustle of the family schedules.
While Lucy’s parents must have considered me to be an ungracious guest, I know
that Lucy and Chet found me to be the best of company. Perhaps I’ll tell you
about the rest of that weekend some other time. 


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