A STORMY NIGHT INSIDE THE FOREST TEMPLE OF THE SLOPED SPRING

"Auggugh," a marginally conscious groan passed through Krum-veh's lips as she sat up. She blinked her eyes several times before stepping back into her black leather miniskirt as she stood.

Schren-veh quickly all but ignored me as she began talking a-mile-a-minute at her older sister. As I listened I heard a few words I recognized... I listened more closely and realized that Schren-veh was repeating to Krum-veh what she had said during her orgasm.

By the time Schren-veh had finished speaking, Krum-veh seemed extremely happy. She yanked me to my feet, smiled at me, and patted me firmly on both shoulders, before taking a breath and heading over to the wood chest she had put the vegetables into earlier. "John," Krum-veh said, motioning me over to her.

As I walked towards Krum-veh, she opened the wood chest and (judging by the motion she made with her hand) offered me some food. I tentatively pointed at one of the round reddish racket ball sized vegetables I had seen earlier. Krum-veh removed it from the wood chest. She startled me when she grabbed a large knife with an almost black colored blade; then, much to my relief, she began cutting the vegetable I had selected into eight wedges (much like one would cut an apple into wedges). To tell the truth, if she hadn't cut it into pieces I would have simply bit into it in the same way that I would eat a peach, a pear, a plum... Upon seeing the first wedge up-close I was glad I hadn't tried that; the skin of this particular vegetable was about an eighth of an inch thick and had the consistency of leather...the kind of leather footballs are made from. I don't even want to think about what that would have done to my teeth.

Ultimately I ended up eating the wedges of vegetable like slices of an orange: putting my teeth behind the skin and biting down. And my taste buds were in heaven when I did: the initial flavor was decidedly similar to that of a watermelon, but as I chewed the fairly thick / dense insides of it another flavor emerged...a flavor that was reminiscent of a perfectly ripe artichoke heart... "Mi-ju," Schren-veh said pointing at the wedge of vegetable in my hand, startling me slightly.

"Mi-ju?" I cautiously repeated holding up my hand after swallowing what was in my mouth. Both sisters nodded at the same time. I smiled and took another bite...

Finishing the mi-ju, I was about to attempt to ask what I should do with its skin when Krum-veh simply took the pieces from me and casually tossed them into the glowing embers at the bottom of the small fire.

Krum-veh then grabbed me, fairly firmly, by my balls and pulled me halfway across the subterranean room. I was first relieved when she released her grip on my balls; then elated when she began rolling them around in their sac with her fingers. It felt good, no great: so great that my seventeen-year-old dick began to inflate and harden.

Never touching my dick, for several minutes Krum-veh continued rolling my balls around in her hand. A drop of clear pre-cum oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick; and Krum-veh simply continued rolling my balls around with her fingers... I wasn't exactly sure what she was trying to do, but I liked it.

A moment or two later there was a more or less steady stream of pre-cum drooling out from the little hole at the tip of my fully inflated and rock hard dick. My cock began to throb, and still Krum-veh rolled my balls around with her fingers...

Just as it felt like my butt cheeks were about to tighten Krum-veh said, "Gurz!"

Schren-veh, who I had all but forgotten about, smacked me on the side of my head so hard my ears began ringing. My dick instantly went soft and I yelled out, "What the hell!" Before I could say or do anything more Krum-veh was once again rolling my balls between her fingers.

The two leather clad temple priestesses kept doing it to me over and over again. For what felt like an eternity (at least to me anyway), they kept bringing me nearly to an orgasm before smacking the crap out of me; causing my dick to revert to its normal flaccid state. Then they would just do it again, and again...

After a while it was really starting to piss me off!

I tried to grab hold of Schren-veh before she could hit me, but missed her arm as she darted away from me. A fraction of a second later Krum-veh was punching me in the stomach. I dove at Krum-veh, and actually managed to tackle her; doing so just gave Schren-veh an opportunity to start rolling my balls around in her fingers. Through quite a bit of delicate maneuvering on my part; I managed to get Krum-veh laying face down on the floor with me sitting across her lower back. While that took Krum-veh out of the mix; it made it much easier for Schren-veh to quickly retreat every time I tried to grab her.

It got to the point where I was throwing punches and kicking my legs every time Schren-veh approached me. I never managed to even get a piece of her, since she could circle around me significantly faster than I could turn around while keeping myself sitting on her big-sister's lower back.

Suddenly a strange low-pitched clumping sound filled the subterranean room. The almost ominous sounding noise was so un-nerving that I stopped trying to get hold of / hit Schren-veh. Heck, the noise was affecting me so much that I was almost expecting to have a heart attack...

I didn't even notice that Schren-veh was no longer trying to get at my balls; until, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her dart up the narrow steep stone staircase that lead to the outdoor / upper part of the temple. When I heard the sound of hurried speaking wafting down the stone steps and into the subterranean room, I let Krum-veh up. The instant my body weight was no longer pinning her to the floor, she seemed to shoot across the subterranean room. An instant later she was bounding up the steep stone staircase after her younger sister.

The sound of a bit more hurried speaking drifted down the stone steps before I saw motion: someone was descending the stairs. The pale orange glow emanating from the embers of the flameless fire provided just enough light for me to be able to see that feet were coming down the stone staircase. Focusing my eyes, as best I could, seemed to do little to help me figure out who was coming down the steps; until I noticed that I was looking at leather boots, not bare feet. Just before I concluded that it must have been Mre-vha, a voice broke the near silence in the subterranean room, "John, vanu-kizb." I saw her arm swing around in a motion that resembled a little-league pitcher throwing side-arm and suddenly a fairly large round object was flying across the room at me. Nervously, I bent my elbows at right angles, and prepared to catch whatever it was that had been thrown at me.

An object slammed into the right half of my stomach. I quickly closed my arms around it as if I was catching a football. Moving the round object into my hands, I was more than slightly surprised by its physical properties: it was an almost perfect sphere about halfway between the size of a grapefruit and a basketball, must have weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of five or six pounds, was firm like a cantaloupe, and had a surface that felt like highly textured imitation leather... Whatever this thing was that I had caught, it was not something I would have expected to find in a forest. Or so it seemed, until I my finger brushed across an imperfection in its outer surface. A perfectly round depression nearly one-half inch in diameter...brushing the tip of my thumb back and forth across it, I concluded that there must have been a stem removed from this spot, "Could this be some sort of strange fruit!?" I wondered to myself. By the time I glanced up from the strange fruit I was holding; I noticed that Mre-vha, Krum-veh, and Schren-veh had all descended the stone staircase. While the leather clad priestesses were a bit wet; Mre-vha, on the other hand was completely soaked. "Drowned rat" is the best way I could describe how she looked: her hair was so matted down that it didn't even seem to stand proud of her skin... A bit shocked by how incredibly wet she looked, I glanced down to see a trail of bright red running from a little below her left hip, down the outside of her left leg, and seemingly disappearing into the matted fur at the top of her left boot.

I was puzzled by the bright red for a second, before realizing it must have been blood. Dropping the strange piece of fruit, I practically screamed, "Oh my GOD: you're BLEEDING!" before running over to Mre-vha. I firmly pressed my hand against her left hip where the top of the trail of blood seemed to be coming from.

"Naz em-ruidk," Mre-vha said before firmly smacking my forearm.

Withdrawing my hand, I was fairly puzzled by how little blood seemed to be on me. I raised my left hand and extended my index finger upwards to ask for a minute, then swiped my right thumb across the top of the trail of blood on her hip. I quickly removed my thumb from Mre-vha's hip. Glancing at my thumb, there was clearly a bit of blood on it. However, when I glanced at Mre-vha's hip I saw a streak of bloodless skin where my thumb had been: clearly she wasn't bleeding. But, then; where had the blood on her hip come from...

"John," Krum-veh said, getting my attention as she held up something. I blinked my eyes, then squinted slightly as I tried to focus on the thing she was holding. It was about fourteen inches long, appeared to be brownish in color, and was very fuzzy. It had two distinct parts that were about the same size... It looked like an oversized squirrel: she was holding it up-side down, by its tail...and there didn't seem to be a head! If that had been against Mre-vha's hip, it would have explained the blood.

My attention snapped away from Krum-veh, when I heard what sounded like a bag of marbles being dumped out. My gaze shifted to Schren-veh: she was holding one of the two socks Mre-vha had taken from me the other day by the toe end. Below the open end of the sock was a decidedly disorganized pile of what looked to be walnuts...

An instant later Schren-veh was dumping out the contents of the other sock Mre-vha had taken from me. The small objects falling out of it appeared to be soft. I moved a few steps closer to Schren-veh to get a better look. It looked like raspberries; I quickly counted fifteen of them.

Seeing motion out of the corner of my eye I turned toward Krum-veh. She had the pair of shorts Mre-vha had taken from me; and was pulling leaves out of a front pocket. A moment later she had moved on to the other front pocket and pulled out a few pieces of what looked like tree bark... She moved on to a rear pocket, filled with blades grass which were eight or nine inches long...

The sound of footstep caused me to turn: Krum-veh had moved over to the wood chest and was pulling out something. Judging by its shape it must have been a knife, except the blade was black...and had absolutely no reflective qualities at all... I shifted my head a bit to get a better look at this strange knife-like object. It wasn't until I noticed how that the muscles in Krum-veh's arm seemed to be flexing far more than they should have been that it dawned on me: the knife was made of stone!

I was in a state of near sensory overload, when I heard a strange sucking sound coming from behind me. I turned around to see that Mre-vha was sitting on one of the large stone slabs that projected out of the wall and was attempting to pull the boot off her left foot. Surprisingly, she seemed to be having quite a bit of difficulty getting the boot off.

So, being a decent guy, I figured I'd give Mre-vha a hand. Taking a few steps I was in front of her; I reached out my hands and gripped the exceedingly wet rough leather boot. Mre-vha gave me a strange almost threatening look. I smiled and gave the boot a firm tug: the boot slid about three-quarters of an inch off. "Hulbg," Mre-vha said with, what sounded like, an appreciative snort. I gave the boot another firm tug: moving it a little more than an inch. I pulled again and again...and finally it came off her foot. I was more than a little surprised when I saw her bare foot: she hadn't been wearing any sort of socks inside her boots! Although, after thinking about it for a few seconds I remembered that my sister didn't wear socks with her Ugg's...neither did Jeanie Townslund, the girl I'd lost my virginity to... So I guess that made sense, sort of...but whatever.

I was so lost in my thoughts that Mre-vha had to speak again, "John," to get me to notice that she had lifted up her other foot. I repeated the process of repeatedly tugging on the boot. After a dozen, or so, hard tugs it surprised me by suddenly sliding off of Mre-vha's right foot. The way that boot came off was so sudden that I actually lost balance: I quickly grabbed at the nearest thing I could see. Her foot: predictably, it was very wet; unexpectedly, however, the skin on her foot was incredibly soft...far softer than I would have expected.

Once I'd managed to steady myself, I glanced up to see Mre-vha was shaking her head. Giving her an embarrassed grimacing frown I quickly let go of her foot and put the boot I was holding on the floor. She planted her bare foot on the stone floor, leaned forward, picked up her boots and turned them upside down. I was amazed to see something in the neighborhood of three or four ounces of water literally pour out of each boot. Before I got a chance to comprehend the sheer amount of water that had been in Mre-vha's boots, an eerie scrapping sound seemed to fill the subterranean room. The way the sound bounced off of the stone walls made the sound practically terrifying.

I wheeled around to see that Krum-veh was skinning the headless squirrel with the stone knife. THANK GOD: for some reason the sound conjured up an image of the sort of bad horror-movie psychopaths who kill unsuspecting victims in secluded places with machetes in my mind...

Yet another sound seemed to pop up out of nowhere behind me. Considering it was raining outside, the sound of water hitting stone shouldn't have been all that unexpected; except it sounded like a lot of water...perhaps the amount a bucket holds being poured out. I feared the subterranean room was filling with water and we would all drown, until I noticed that Mre-vha was bent over and ringing out her sopping wet hair.

Sitting on one of the stone slabs that projected out form the walls, I began wondering why I was so jumpy. I suppose it could have had something to do with the fact that I was completely naked and surrounded by three gorgeous women, technically two women and an early-teenage girl, all of whom were (mostly) dressed. The fact that I'd had sex with all three of them might've had something to do with it. Perhaps it had something to do with how dark it was in the room. Or maybe, subconsciously, I felt like I had been buried alive since I was in an underground space whose floor, walls and ceiling were all made from stone. Well, whatever the reason; I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths and managed to calm my nerves somewhat.

My eyes remained closed for a few minutes as I thought about the events of the past day or two; all the while, listening to the sounds of a meal being prepared. I was still a little bit on edge, but this place I had found myself in... I mean yeah, it was a world away from home; but here I was getting to have lots of sex, and the ladies were quite good looking. Oh yeah, it could be worse...a lot worse.

"John," Mre-vha said smacking me on the leg. I opened my eyes to see that my three companions were all sitting on the floor; Schren-veh to my left, Mre-vha to my right, and Krum-veh about three feet in front of me. On the floor between them were two rectangular plate-like objects piled with, what looked like, food. I quickly sat on the floor and looked more closely at the plate-like objects that were sitting between us. The one `plate' looked like a piece of wood; it was piled with a bunch of berries, leaves, and some small pieces of chopped up fruit and vegetables. The other `plate' appeared to be a piece of slate; on it was a pile of bite-sized pieces of raw meat...almost certainly the squirrel Mre-vha had brought, or at least I hoped so anyway.

In a matter of seconds the four of us were picking at the food with our fingers. The squirrel was far less warm, drier, and somewhat chewier than the rabbit had been. Knowing what it was I found to be a bit un-nerving, but it was edible none-the-less. The long blades of grass were surprisingly good, not all that easy to chew, but they had an almost citrusy taste... The bark and roots that Mre-vha had brought were noticeably absent; as were the walnuts and that huge fruit that she had thrown across the room at me. I managed to try a little bit of everything; there wasn't anything that I could honestly describe as in-edible, although one of the leafy vegetables was far from pleasant tasting...in the sour / bitter sense.

When the food was gone, I was still a bit hungry. And, judging by the look on Mre-vha's face, she was too. Krum-veh stared at my crotch in an un-nerving way from the moment the last of the food had been eaten, for a full two or three minutes, before she said, "Riib-pui heb-e-keb vrubp?" from the way she was speaking, it sounded like she was asking a question.

Mre-vha snorted, before saying, "Niol..." she paused for a second before adding, "Vrubp moiq vaanub."

An instant after Mre-vha stopped speaking, Schren-veh picked up the stone `plate' and stood. She took the stone `plate' across the room and put it near the wood chest. She then grabbed and returned with the large round fruit Mre-vha had thrown at me earlier.

Krum-veh took the fruit from her younger sister and held it steady on the wood `plate' while Mre-vha un-sheathed her huge knife. Mre-vha placed the tip of her knife against the top of the giant fruit and leaned a substantial portion of her weight on it: the blade very slowly began sinking in through the fruit's, obviously thick, leathery skin. Once the blade of the knife was about forty-percent of the way through the fruit, Mre-vha began pulling the knife out. I looked on in near stunned disbelief as Mre-vha slowly sawed around the large fruit.

Schren-veh got my attention by tapping on my left forearm. Smiling she pointed at the large fruit that Mre-vha and her older sister were very slowly cutting open and said, "Heb-e-keb." There was a sparkle in her eye as she pointed at her mouth, licked her lips, smiled and began nodding vigorously. If I understood what Schren-veh was trying to tell me correctly; this heb-e-keb must be delicious...or some sort of delicacy. Either way, I figured I was in for a treat.

Several minutes passed before Mre-vha managed to cut all the way around the heb-e-keb. After setting her knife to the side, she firmly took hold of one side of the large fruit while Krum-veh took hold of the other. The way the muscles in both women's arms were twitching and flexing was a sight to behold as they twisted the two halves of the heb-e-keb apart.

When the two halves finally separated I understood why the process of cutting and opening the heb-e-keb had taken so much time and effort: the skin was in excess of one-quarter inch thick. Additionally, there was a racket ball sized seed-cluster in the center: clearly heb-e-kebs were a stone-fruit.

Krum-veh took the seed-cluster and put it in the embers at the edge of the small fire. She then returned to us with the stone bladed knife that she had used to cut-up the squirrel.

Meanwhile, at the same time Mre-vha began cutting the two pieces in half...a process which was significantly faster than I would have expected. Once the heb-e-keb was quartered Mre-vha, began slicing the meaty insides of the fruit into layers that were about an inch thick. Krum-veh, then took the inch thick layers of fruit and proceeded to dice them into bite-sized cubes.

For several minutes Schren-veh and I sat and watched the process of the heb-e-keb being cut up.

With the entirety of the insides of the heb-e-keb diced and piled high on the wood `plate' I started to reach in for a piece. Schren-veh promptly smacked my hand. Looking at her I saw that she was shaking her head `no'.

After sheathing her knife, Mre-vha picked up a piece of the heb-e-keb, lifted it up fairly high into the air above the `plate' so that all four of us could clearly see it. I noticed that her lips were moving; as if she was silently reciting a prayer. Looking at Krum-veh and Schren-veh, I saw that their lips were also moving. Could this heb-e-keb be some sort of holy-fruit? A few seconds after Mre-vha had lifted it into the air; she was shoving the piece of heb-e-keb between my lips and into my mouth.

The heb-e-keb had a decidedly familiar texture / consistency in my mouth: it was very similar to nearly ripe avocado. The taste on the other hand, was completely disgusting: charred beats coated in a thin layer of hummus, dusted with ground-up pickled onion...positively cringe worthy. Not wanting to seem ungrateful for the food, and certainly not wanting to piss-off my companions; I chewed and swallowed the extremely unpleasant tasting piece of fruit. And that's when I got hit with the after-taste; which was surprisingly sweet and pleasant...almost like honey mixed into green tea.

Shortly after I swallowed that first piece of heb-e-keb all four of us were eating. Considering the disgusting taste, I tried not to eat too much. However, Mre-vha made sure that I ate one piece for every two pieces that were consumed by the combination of herself and the two leather-clad temple priestesses. For good, or for bad, the taste did begin to grow on me...

Not more than ten seconds after the last piece of heb-e-keb had been swallowed; a surprisingly loud popping sound came from the fire. Krum-veh stood, went over to the fire and returned with the seed cluster. The bottom part of the seed cluster appeared to be somewhat charred, and there was this little hole at the top. After sitting, she moved it up to her lips and tilted it back as if she was taking a drink from it. Krum-veh then passed the seed cluster to her younger sister. Schren-veh repeated her older sister's movements: appearing to take a drink from the seed cluster, before passing it to me.

Figuring `what the hell' I moved my lips to the little hole and tilted it back: the liquid that came out of that little hole was decidedly thick, about halfway between the consistency of olive oil and eggnog, and seemed to have almost no flavor. I swallowed the liquid, which unlike the meaty part of the heb-e-keb had no after-taste; before passing the seed cluster to Mre-vha.

Mre-vha did as the rest of us had: taking a drink from the seed cluster. She then surprised me by passing it back to me. Since the thick liquid tasted okay, I took another drink from it. I tried passing the seed cluster to Schren-veh; she refused to take it. I tried passing it to Krum-veh; she refused to take it. I tired passing it back to Mre-vha; she pushed it back up to my lips. So I took another drink, which seemed to finish off all the liquid that had been inside the seed cluster.

I held the empty seed cluster in my hand for a full minute before dropping it. The thing is I didn't try to drop it: it just fell from my hand. Surprisingly, I didn't receive the smack I was expecting for having dropped the empty seed cluster...but my vision did seem to be getting a bit blurry. I tried to pick up the seed cluster and found that my arms were very heavy and my fingers weren't working very well... Meanwhile my dick was getting hard.

The three women stood. Mre-vha and Krum-veh lifted me up and backwards until I was sitting on the stone slab that had been behind me while we were eating.

Schren-veh proceeded to remove her leather skirt and climbed onto my lap. She took hold of my seventeen-year-old dick and positioned its tip between her thirteen-year-old pussy lips, before rocking her hips forward: engulfing the head of my dick within her pussy. In a matter of seconds she was bouncing up-and-down on my lap: my dick sliding in-and-out of her pussy.

It may have been the most nerve-racking experience of my life: I couldn't move my body; my vision was quite blurry; my hearing seemed, for lack of a better word, blurry; I couldn't seem to be able to smell anything; but I sure as hell could feel the warm soft moist walls of Schren-veh's incredibly tight thirteen-year-old pussy on the sides of my dick. I could feel the texture of the skin on the inside of her pussy...I could feel each one of her pussy muscles moving independently of each other...

While I was concluding that my sense of touch must have been heightened a hundred-fold, Krum-veh and Mre-vha sat down on the stone slab on either side of me. Each of them took one of my hands, the one nearest to them, and placed my fingers on their own bare, hairless crotches. Since the tips of my fingers were brushing against the little nibbons, which I knew were their clits, at the top of each of their pussies; I could only conclude that both women had removed their bottoms.

From my left side, Mre-vha leaned in close to me. Feeling a bit of hardness in the middle of an otherwise warm soft something press against my arm, I was all but certain she had removed her top as well and was naked. Despite my blurry hearing, I heard her whisper, "John, naz uowi-vaq za-qii mubn trau," into my ear in a tone that seemed to be on the seductive side...not that I had any idea what she was actually saying.

Little more than a small fraction of a second after Mre-vha had finished speaking, I could feel Krum-veh leaning in close to my right side. Again I felt a bit of hardness press against my arm; clearly Krum-veh was also naked. She began whispering into my right ear, "John, greu mieu-neizb piekv," also in a seductive tone. She then proceeded to lick the lobe of my ear!

I tried to say speak, but all that came out of my mouth, "Aeugpf..." sounded somewhere between a grunt and a sigh. Despite the fact that I knew they would have no idea what I was saying, I was a bit disappointed that I was unable to respond. That thought was quickly banished from my mind as I felt my butt-cheeks tighten beneath me.

Having little to no control over my body, I waited for a moment before my hairy teenage balls drew up under my cock. A fraction of a second later the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. I took a deep breath, exhaling as the first tablespoon-sized spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum spewed out of the little hole on the tip of my cock; spraying deep inside Schren-veh's pussy. A second spurt, followed by a third, and a fourth... After the seventh spurt, my orgasm died-down; surprisingly though, my disk remained hard.

Two seconds later, Schren-veh seemed to hop off my lap. With the blurriness of my vision, I couldn't actually see where she went; but from what I was able to hear, I was reasonably sure she had headed to the other side of the room.

In short order Krun-veh was climbing onto my lap. Milliseconds later she slipped the head of my hard dick in between her pussy lips. Rolling her hips forward, she forced most of my hard seventeen-year-old dick into her noticeably loose, but incredibly wet twenty-some-year-old pussy. With my dick properly seated inside her pussy, Krum-veh began to methodically bounce up-and-down on my lap: my dick sliding in-and-out of her pussy...

My brain, unlike my most of my body, was still working quite well. So when I noticed, what appeared to be, a look of lust in Mre-vha's green eyes; I did my best to spring into action. I focused all of my effort on wiggling the fingers on my left hand back-and-forth across her clit. My fingers were doing about thirty-percent of what my brain was telling them to; which was just enough to elicit as sigh of contentment from Mre-vha, as the corners of her mouth turned up slightly into a small smile.

For a full two minutes I sat there on the stone slab: my fingers brushing back-and-forth across Mre-vha's clit; my dick being forced in-and-out of Krum-veh's sopping wet pussy, listening to the erotic sucking and slurping sounds that accompanied those movements; all the while thinking about how amazing my life had become in the past few days. My train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of something brushing against my bare butt. The something had an almost silky softness about it, and was decidedly warmer than the stone slab. Unable to turn my head, I did manage to sense movement behind me...this was getting a little bit scary. Felling a hand on my hip, I instantly knew what was going on behind me: Schren-veh was trying to lay something out on the stone slab behind me: a reassuring thought.

A full second passed before I felt the familiar sensation of my butt-cheeks tightening beneath me. I took a deep breath as my hairy teenage balls to draw up. An instant later the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. I held my breath until the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum spewed out of the little hole on the tip of my cock; spraying into Krum-veh's pussy.

Krum-veh must have noticed my orgasm, because she instantly dropped all of her weight down on my lap: burying my cock to the hilt in her warm, sopping wet, and somewhat loose twenty-some-year-old pussy. "John, greu mieu-neizb nii... greu mieu-neizb nii..." she began encouraging me; I think, it sounded like encouragement to me anyway... A second spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum blasted out of my dick deeply inside her pussy. A third spurt followed...and a fourth... My dick was buried so deeply inside Krun-veh's pussy that I could feel the pressure inside her pussy building up in front of the head of my dick as each spurt of cum shot into her: talk about an AMAZING sensation. I began to wonder how many spurts of cum I'd have to shoot into her pussy for the pressure to actually lift her off my dick. Sadly, I didn't get to find out, as my orgasm died-down as the ninth spurt of cum oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my cock.

Krum-veh was quite good at reading my orgasm, because little more than a second after the ninth and final spurt of cum oozed out of my dick into her pussy, she lifted her body up: my still hard dick slipping out of her with a decidedly and suitably erotic slurping sound. Looking at her face as she climbed off my lay, I saw what looked like a sense of accomplishment in her eyes...

Once Krum-veh had climbed off my lap and moved around behind me, most likely helping her younger sister with whatever she was doing on the stone slab; Mre-vha hopped off the stone slab and onto my lap. Astonishingly, my dick found its way into her pussy as she lowered herself over my crotch region without any guidance from either of us. With her pussy fully impaled on my seventeen-year-old dick, she pulled my hands to her hips.

I did my best to grip the gently swell of warm soft flesh with my marginally working fingers.

Letting go of my hands, Mre-vha smiled at me before wrapping her arms around my upper back: effectively pulling her bare chest against mine. The instant I felt her ample C-cup breasts press against my chest my dick twitched once.

I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I knew that trying to speak was useless; and even if I could have it wouldn't have mattered because we didn't speak a common language... Mre-vha must have been able to read my mind, because she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. In an attempt to French kiss her, I managed to spread my lips slightly and began pushing my tongue out of my mouth. Just as I began to feel the warm smooth softness of Mre-vha's lips on the tip of my tongue, Mre-vha seemed to realize that this kiss was different than the ones we had shared previously: she pulled back away from me. Judging by the slightly confused look on her face, Mre-vha noticed that my tongue was sticking out of my mouth slightly. Staring deeply into her green eyes, I wiggled my lips as best I could; hoping to draw her back in.

Success: she leaned back in and pressed her lips against mine. This time when I pushed the tip of my tongue against / between her lips she allowed them to part slightly. I continued moving my tongue into her mouth as best I could; first past her teeth, then I found the tip of her tongue. It wasn't until I began to pet Mre-vha's tongue with mine, that I realized how strikingly similar this situation was to when I had made out with Paige Harris at that party back at the end of April. Paige had been sitting on my lap; both she and I were topless; her ample breasts were pressed against my chest; and...wow she was a good kisser... Of course Paige Harris and I were both wearing pants when we made-out, and we never had sex...

Returning my attention to my current situation; I noticed that while my cock was inside Mre-vha's pussy, she was sitting decidedly still on my lap. I didn't really mind that though: it certainly felt good having my dick buried in her warm, wet pussy... Focusing back on our kissing, I managed to coax her tongue past our lips and into my mouth. I watched in awe as Mre-vha's eyes got bigger and bigger when I first began to gently suck on her tongue, and then began to ease my own tongue around hers. In short order, our tongues were engaged in a sort of dance in my mouth.

Judging by the sparkle in her eyes, I had to assume that Mre-vha was enjoying, what I was fairly certain was, her first French kiss ever.

We must have been making-out like that for several minutes when I felt my butt cheeks tighten under me. I almost didn't believe it: I was about to have my third orgasm in barely ten minutes and the only movement on the surface of my cock was the gentle rippling motion of Mre-vha's pussy muscles! My hairy teenage balls to drew up, and an instant later the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. I simply continued the French kiss as the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum spewed out of the little hole on the tip of my cock; spraying into the deepest recesses of Mre-vha's pussy.

While I suspect she felt that spurt of cum blasting against her insides, Mre-vha didn't move her body a millimeter and continued kissing me.

A second spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum blasted out of my dick deeply inside her pussy. A third spurt followed...and a fourth... Like it had been with Krum-veh, my dick was buried so deeply inside Mre-vha's pussy that I could feel the pressure inside her pussy building up in front of the head of my dick as each spurt of cum shot into her. Having just had a nearly identical experience I didn't really dwell on it, instead my mind was paying more attention to the way Mre-vha was sucking on my tongue, "I bet she gives great head," I thought while my dick continued spewing hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, teenage cum into her pussy.

I lost count of how many spurts of cum erupted from the little hole at the tip of my cock, but if I had to guess, I'd say it must have been somewhere between eight and eleven before my orgasm died down.

Mre-vha broke our kiss before calmly lifting her body off my lap. Shockingly my cock was still hard... She pushed my shoulders back and down until I was laying on my back; I could feel a warm silky material: fur, that`s what Schren-veh had been laying out on the stone slab behind me. More hands took hold of me, and the three women began rotating me around so that I was laying on my left side, parallel to the edge of the stone slab facing the fire. With a lot of pushing and pulling they managed to get furs under my entire body.

Schren-veh pulled my left arm out in front of me and positioned it so that my hand was pointing towards the fire. She then layed down in front of me. With her firm round little thirteen-year-old butt pressed against my lower belly, she lifted her right leg up a bit and pulled my still hard cock up between her slender thighs. Once the tip of my hard seventeen-year-old dick was against her pussy, Schren-veh wiggled her butt down towards my crotch: forcing my dick into her pussy. For a brief moment, I wondered what the gooey feeling on the head of my dick was; then it hit me: I was feeling the cum I had shot into her pussy less than fifteen minutes earlier...WOW! Shren-veh lowered her right leg and layed her head on my arm as Krum-veh put a piece of fur over our naked bodies.

Soon I felt more warm soft, hairless skin pressing against my back. Since I didn't really feel much in the way of breasts I knew it had to be Krum-veh. She slid her arm under my head, effectively giving me a pillow.

Meanwhile, Schren-veh was repositioning my arms. She swung my left hand and forearm up in front of her chest. Then pulled my right arm over her body, positioning my right hand on her flat belly...

Feeling a hand brushing against my left ear, I was fairly certain that Mre-vha had layed down behind Krum-veh. Feeling a right forearm slide over the right side of my abdomen, followed by a right hand gently gripping my right hip, I was certain of that assumption...

My mind wandered back to Paige Harris. I knew she'd had a crush on me for a few years; maybe when I got back home I'd get to have sex with her... I could only imagine how her fifteen year old pussy would fell wrapped around my bare cock; her muscular thighs wrapped around my waist as I plowed in and out of her...a ballerina: she had to be one fun fuck, I though as I drifted off to sleep.

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