A PRODUCTIVE MORNING AT THE FOREST TEMPLE OF THE SLOPED SPRING

I awoke laying on my side: there were furs under the left side of my nude body and furs laying over me, on my right side. Only feeling furs on my bare back and butt, I had to assume that Krum-veh had gotten up...although she didn't seem to be in the subterranean stone room. Mre-vha also appeared to be missing; unless I had dreamed that she had returned...

Directly in front of me was Schren-veh; who was still asleep. About half of my fully erect seventeen-year-old dick was still stuffed inside her tight and extremely gooey thirteen-year-old pussy. Wiggling my hips a bit; I enjoyed the warm wet tightness around the first few inches of my dick.

I kept this up for a few minutes, before the familiar sensation of my butt cheeks tightening signaled the beginning of my orgasm. I continued moving my hips back-and-forth, my hairy balls drew up before my cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. The instant before the cum erupted from the little hole of the tip of my dick, I pushed my hips forward: burying another full inch of my seventeen-year-old dick in Schren-veh's incredibly warm, wet, and tight thirteen-year-old pussy.

At that moment, 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. It sprayed into the deepest recesses of Schren-veh's tight thirteen-year-old pussy. A second spurt followed, which was followed by another and another...

"Mrmph..." Schren-veh half spoke, half groaned as my orgasm seemed to rouse her from her slumber. I suspect, for that first waking instant, she had absolutely no idea what was going on. However, she quickly shoved her butt back into my crotch: forcing another inch of my cum spewing seventeen-year-old cock into her thirteen-year-old pussy. Despite not being able to see her face I KNEW she was smiling.

As the last spurt of cum oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick into her pussy, I tightened my grip on Schren-veh: pulling her bare back more tightly against my bare chest. I could feel my dick beginning to slowly wilt inside her warm wet pussy...and yet, something about the situation seemed so right, so perfect; so meant to be. I wasn't sure why, but at that moment I felt a very real sense of accomplishment.

Before I could contemplate those feelings, my mostly soft cock slipped from Schren-veh's pussy with a decidedly erotic, and extremely wet, slurping sound. A millisecond later I felt something completely different: an undeniable need to take a crap. I feared that if my butt cheeks parted a millimeter more than they already were, I'd make a mess in the furs we were wrapped in. "Awww crap..." I groaned.

Schren-veh wiggled herself free of my arms and the furs that were over and in-front of her; before standing. I was astonished to see what looked like a couple ounces of thick, creamy-white cum leaking out of her pussy and beginning to slowly ooze its way down the inside of her slender thighs. She squatted down and made a movement with her hands that resembled a person shitting; amazingly she had understood my previous comment.

I nodded `yes' and she motioned for me to follow her. I stood and began to follow Schren-veh up the steep narrow stone stairs; not the easiest task in the world considering that I was trying to keep my butt cheeks together to keep from crapping myself.

***

Emerging from the tight confines of the steep stone staircase, I was not particularly surprised to see Mre-vha and Krum-veh. What was decidedly surprising, thought, was the fact that both of them were bottomless. Needing to take a crap as badly as I did, I didn't dwell on that detail; and instead made my way to the large stone with the wedge-shaped groove carved out of its center at the edge of the platform.

I was shocked to see that there was an almost comically large pile of shit in the groove. But I had to go too badly to be able spend any time thinking about it; so I simply stood facing away from my three companions / lovers straddling the groove, and squatted. After the first turd came out, I felt a warm soft something brush up against my back. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Schren-veh had her back towards me and was also using the `toilet'...

Once I had forced as much excrement out of my bowels as I could, I realized I had a small problem: no toilet paper...and no way to ask what to do and/or use to wipe. I briefly debated using my hand. Then, thankfully, Mre-vha offered me an oval shaped leaf that was a little over two inches wide and nearly four inches long. Taking the leaf, I was amazed by its texture: the top and bottom surfaces felt like a cross between silk and velvet, and the edges were quite stiff. I used it like I would toilet paper; it worked quite well and actually felt kinda nice on my butt. I dropped the soiled leaf in the groove in the stone and Mre-vha handed me another leaf. By the time I had finished wiping my ass; Schren-veh had already finished using the facilities and had stepped away from the toilet. I couldn't help but wonder how one flushes such a toilet; I quickly got my answer when Krum-veh dumped an entire bucket of water at the high end of the groove, washing everything over the side of the temple.

There was a noticeable awkwardness in the air as not a single word was spoken. It kind of felt like the odd occasion when I had interrupted my parents while they were fighting about something that had to do with me, but they didn't want me to know about it...

A full minute after Krum-veh `flushed' the `toilet', she broke the silence by saying, "Schren-veh, maruiv qii zuap John..." I heard my name, "...riouz neig-visb."

Schren-veh grabbed my wrist and began pulling me towards the narrow steep stone stairs that `fell' out of the upper temple's floor. I was being ushered back into the subterranean room. Descending the narrow steep stone stairs, I pondered the idea of how I might suggest to Schren-veh that we might `sleep in': returning to the bed together and do the sort of things two naked teenagers do in a bed...

Once we were on the stone floor of the subterranean room, Schren-veh headed to the stone slab with the pile of furs where we'd slept. I was briefly elated by the notion that she might have had the same idea I'd had. However, those hopes were quickly dashed when she began gathering up the furs and carrying them to a wood chest on the far side of the room.

I pondered my options for a second before simply grabbing her bare thirteen-year-old ass. As I had expected, she jumped; I hadn't expected her to drop the furs she was carrying on the floor. Also unexpected, she did a full one-hundred-and-eighty degree turn. Now facing me, she gave me this strange look: it was as though she was glaring at me and flipping me off at the same time. Regardless of what exactly Schren-veh was thinking, I got the message: she wasn't interested in sex at the moment. After glaring at me for several seconds; she turned away from me, picked up the furs she had dropped and continued taking them to the wood chest.

So, what could or should I do to occupy this down time... I wandered over to the board in the floor with the stream under it; I lifted the board and cupping my hands took a couple mouthfuls of water, before replacing the board.

Turning around I noticed something sitting on the floor next to the few still glowing embers of the previous night's fire. Curiosity getting the better of me, I went over for a closer look. Squatting down I was close enough to see that it was the four pieces of the heb-e-keb's skin; I had thought they had been thrown into the fire, but apparently not. Reaching out, I picked up one of the pieces. Having spent however many hours drying out next to the fire made the outside surface feel even more like leather; the inside surface, on the other hand, felt like a slightly mushier version of the inside of the skin of an overly ripe grapefruit. "Hmmm..." I made a slight noise as I discovered that the piece heb-e-keb skin I was holding was decidedly flexible. Bending it further, I found that the slightly mushy inner surface was beginning to crack and split, while the outer surface remained intact. The pieces of heb-e-keb skin seemed like an ideal material to make something from...

I picked up the other three piece of mostly dried heb-e-keb skin and walked over to one of the stone slabs that projected out from the wall into the room. When I sat on the stone slab, it felt like a part of my bare ass was sitting on something other than stone; so I reached under my butt to find the thin strip of leather Mre-vha had tied my wrists together with a couple days earlier. Looking at the strip of leather and the pieces of heb-e-keb skin an idea hit me.

I quickly found Mre-vha's big knife, and began scraping the soft inner layer off the pieces of heb-e-keb skin. With that done, I began poking a series of small holes in the edges of three of the pieces of heb-e-keb skin. I threaded the strip of leather through the holes.

About half-an-hour after I began messing with the pieces of keb-e-keb skin, Schren-veh seemed to take notice of what I was doing. By that time the three pieces were mostly sown together, forming a rugby ball shaped pouch. Once I had completed the pouch, she smiled at me and held up her finger; suggesting to me that she had an idea. She then pointed at one end of the pouch with the index finger of her other hand and made a long arcing motion up into the air, ending at the opposite end of the pouch. Clearly she was thinking of a carrying strap; so I nodded "yes."

Seconds later she was throwing my boxer-shorts, t-shirt, and boots at me. Realizing that she wanted me to get dressed, I stepped into my boxers. By the time the elastic waist-band was a little above my knees I noticed that Schren-veh had already gotten her black leather mini-skirt on. I yanked my boxers up the rest of the way, before grabbing my t-shirt. Just after pulling it over my head I saw that Schren-veh had her black leather vest on, and was buttoning up the front. I shoved my bare feet into their respective boots and began tying the laces.

"John," Schren-veh began speaking, "qul-reiv ziie neig." Looking in her direction, I noticed that she had picked up the 5-gallon paint-can sized basket Krum-veh had gathered vegetables in the previous day. She offered the basket to me; I took it. Schren-veh then picked up, what I could best describe as, a small ax: about half-way between the size of a hatchet and a proper ax. Seconds later we were once again climbing the steep stone staircase.

Schren-veh and I emerged out of the steep narrow stone staircase in floor of the upper part of the temple, to find Mre-vha and Krum-veh in a decidedly heated argument.

Upon seeing us Krum-veh spoke directly at Schren-veh in a decidedly stern voice, "Jha keirb brubv, maruiv qii zuap John riouz neig-visb."

"Grouo visx. Viecd mui mojl-feyb..." that word sounded like the word Schren-veh had said when she pointed at the firewood, "...cibn nuhc," Schren-veh replied.

After a half second pause, Krum-veh replied, "Ia, viecd mui mojl-feyb," again, I was fairly sure firewood was somehow involved in the conversation.

Once Krum-veh had finished speaking, Schren-veh grabbed my right arm, just below my elbow, and gave me a gentle tug. Seconds later the two of us were descending the eight stone steps to the ground.

Schren-veh led me perhaps forty feet from the temple, much of that distance through the forest under-brush. We only stopped when we came to a small, oblong shaped clearing, running alongside the remains of a fallen and decidedly rotted tree trunk.

She squinted her eyes slightly before pointing to a spot about fifteen feet down the length of the fallen tree trunk and saying, "Mougz nirf grypii."

Schren-veh may have tried to teach me forty or so words, but I'd never heard any of those words before; so I stood still. After several seconds of silence, she pointed at the same spot and repeated, "Mougz nirf grypii."

I very tentatively took a step forward; then glanced at her face. She didn't look scared or upset: so I took another step forwards, looked at her again, this time she had what I can only describe as a look of pride on her face. As I took a third step forward, it dawned on me that Schren-veh had told me to `go over there' or `that spot' or something along those lines. Feeling fairly secure in that extremely crude assumptive translation, I walked over to the spot on where she had pointed. About eighteen inches from the side of the fallen tree trunk, the toe of my boot caught on something and I nearly tripped. When I looked down I knew what was so important about that spot: there was a vine running across the ground. Slipping the toe of my boot under the vine I lifted it up a little and pointed at the vine with my finger.

Schren-veh nodded as she walked over to me. She lifted the small ax over her head and brought it down, dead center, on the vine right next to the tree trunk. She then took the three steps it took to cross the clearing and chopped the other end of the vine.

Bending over, I grabbed the vine and lifted it up off the forest floor...easy as can be.

As I returned to a standing position, I noticed that Schren-veh had moved next to me. She took the vine from my hand and placed the end of it on a small rock that was laying on the ground next to the fallen tree trunk. She then flipped the small ax around and hit the vine with the back of the ax head: crushing its somewhat stiff outer casing. Schren-veh moved the vine a bit and hit it again, and did the same again...and again until she had gone over the entire length of the piece of vine.

Once she had finished hitting the piece of vine with the back of the ax head, Schren-veh simply walked away from the vine before beginning to pick up a number of sticks and twigs that were laying on the ground near the edge of the clearing.

Wondering why she had been hitting the vine with the back of the ax head, I stepped over to the small rock and reached out to pick up the vine. Lifting the piece of vine I was amazed to discover that the beating Schren-veh had given it had crushed the hard outer casing: effectively knocking it loose. What was left was a decidedly fibrous and very pliable rope-like cord. I coiled it up and placed it in the five-gallon paint-bucket sized basket.

Barely a second after I placed the coiled up inner cord of the vine into the basket, Schren-veh was dropping a dozen or so sticks and twigs into the basket. "John mui mojl-feyb," she said, looking at me.

Fairly certain that she was telling me to gather firewood; I picked up a stick that was laying next to the fallen tree trunk. I glanced at Schren-veh: the look on her face seemed to be approving, so I picked up more sticks. Once my hands were full, I placed them into the basket. For what felt like about ten minutes we gathered sticks until we had filled the basket. With the basket full, Schren-veh took the small ax and I picked up the basket and we headed back to the temple.

Surprising as it may seem, I hadn't noticed that Schren-veh was barefoot while we were in the forest until she stepped up onto the first of the eight stone steps that lead up to the upper level of the temple from the forest floor ahead of me. It was then that I noticed the mud coating her bare feet almost all the way up to her ankles. In light of the previous night's rain, the only way I could imagine that someone would go out into a forest barefoot, as she clearly had, would be if that person did not have any shoes...and I'd be lying if I said that I was somewhere between surprised and outright shocked by the very idea that she did not have shoes.

I wanted to say something: to ask if she had shoes, or maybe to ask why she didn't have shoes. While Schren-veh had taught me quite a few words of their language, there was no way that I knew anywhere near enough of their language to ask a question...let alone a question about why a person didn't have something. So, despite my questions, I found myself climbing the stone steps in silence.

It was quite obvious that both Krum-veh and Mre-vha didn't seem to notice the mud on Schren-veh's feet as she stepped towards, and then past, them. Krum-veh was, however, decidedly interested in the contents of the basket I was carrying. "Bruy, zeik mojl-feyb," Krum-veh said as she waved her younger sister and me towards the steep stone staircase that led to the subterranean room in the base of the temple.

Following Krum-veh's instructions; Schren-veh and I headed down the steep stone staircase. Once we were in the subterranean room below the temple, Schren-veh put the small ax away, while I began taking the fire wood we had collected out of the basket and stacking it up with the other fire wood I had noticed behind the stone staircase.

Reaching the bottom of the basket, I was finally able to retrieve the pliable fibrous rope-like cord that had been on the inside of the vine we'd cut. Looking closely at its ends I noticed that it was beginning to fray; in much the same way that string which doesn't have a knot tied at its end does. This detail briefly concerned me, until I thought about how I was going to go about attaching the cord to the pouch I had made from the heb-e-keb's skin.

I carried the cord over to the stone slab where I had been making the pouch and put it down. I noticed that Schren-veh seemed to be watching what I was doing over my shoulder, as I picked up Mre-vha's big knife. Using the sharp-pointed tip of the knife I poked and rounded out a hole just a little bit bigger than the diameter of the cord on each end of the rugby ball shaped pouch.

Just after I put Mre-vha's knife down, Schren-veh surprised me by grabbing the cord out from under my hand. As I opened my mouth to say something, not that she wouldn't have understood what I would have said since it would have been in English, she held up her index finger: clearly she was telling me to wait a moment. She promptly spit on both ends of the cord before handing it to me. Despite being puzzled by why she would have spit on the ends of the cord, I took it from her.

As I began threading one end of the cord through the hole I had made at one end of the rugby ball shaped pouch, I realized that the saliva Schren-veh had spit onto the end of the cord made its fibers stick to each other: making it easier to get the end of the cord through the hole. With the end of the cord through the hole and extending about an inch into the pouch, I tied a knot in the short end of the cord to prevent the cord from slipping back out. I then repeated the process on the other end of the rugby ball shaped pouch. By giving the cord a good tug from one end then the other; I made sure it was properly attached to the pouch. After completing my little project, I stood and promptly lost my balance. Grabbing hold of the edge of the single large stone pillar in the middle of the subterranean room, I managed to keep myself up-right. But, with my head at a different height than it have ever been at in the room, I noticed something I hadn't seen before: it was small and looked decidedly fuzzy... Curiosity getting the better of me, I grabbed at the fuzzy object: it felt like fur...

The instant I picked it up I knew exactly what it was: the rabbit skin Mre-vha had given to me, and then I had given to Krum-veh. The very thought that it was in my hand again, made me chuckle.

"John, gzief guct-zai?" Schren-veh spoke.

I was all but certain she was asking me `what is funny'. I put the pouch I'd made on the floor, and holding the rabbit fur in my left hand said, "Mre-vha," passed the piece of fur to my right hand and said, "John," then passed the piece of fur back to my left hand and said, "Krum-veh."

A somewhat concerned look appeared on Schren-veh's face as she pointed at the piece of rabbit fur and said, "Mre-vha puwx qinp jaix," pointing at me as she spoke that last word. Fairly certain that she was saying "Mre-vha gave it to you;" I nodded `yes'. She then asked, "Jaix gbogsx puwx qinp Krum-veh?" I was all but certain she was asking if I "then gave it to Krum-veh;" so I nodded `yes' again. Shaking her head, she uttered "John..." in a disappointed tone before picking up the pouch I had made from the heb-e-keb skin and grabbing my arm.

Suddenly Schren-veh was pulling me back to, and then up the steep narrow stone staircase.

Once we were in the upper part of the temple, Schren-veh turned spoke, "Mre-vha puwx qinp John?"

"Aii, zicx jaix puwx qinp John gricnh greu mieu-neizb," Mre-vha replied.

As Mre-vha finished speaking a dissatisfied look appeared on Krum-veh's face. An instant later, she was saying, "Zgief John puwx qinp zicx," in what sounded like a very accusative voice.

"John muarn peusm puwx qinp," Mre-vha sounded like she was explaining.

"Aippt!" Schren-veh said strongly: I suspect she was trying to `be the adult in the room' and prevent an argument from breaking out. She turned to me and, while shoving the pouch I had made from the heb-e-keh skin into my free hand said, "John puwx qinp Krum-veh."

I offered the pouch to Krum-veh.

Krum-veh smiled and tilted her head down slightly as if to say some combination of `yes' and thank you'.

Shren-veh then pointed at the piece of rabbit fur in my hand and said, "Mau gricnh John." I'm fairly sure she was telling me `to keep it' or that `it was mine'. So, I tucked the piece of rabbit fur into the elastic waistband of my boxer-shorts.

After a few seconds of silence, Mre-vha turned to Schren-veh and spoke, "Luinq vroh greu mieu-neizb."

A smile appeared on Schren-veh's face as she headed to the stone alter.

Mre-vha then turned to me and said, "Ga-rom." Despite how little of their language I knew; I was one-hundred-percent certain that I was being told to climb onto and lay-down on the stone alter.

So I stepped over to the stone alter, hopped up onto it, and layed on my back.

Once the back of my head met the stone, Schren-veh was fishing my rapidly inflating seventeen-year-old dick out of the fly in my boxer-shorts. Once it was out and standing fully at attention, she climbed up onto the stone slab/alter. She stood-up on the slab, then like her older sister had done a day or two earlier, she turned and swung her left foot over my body; planting it firmly on the slab next to my right thigh. She pulled the bottom of her black leather mini-skirt up revealing her bare, hairless thirteen-year-old pussy; and proceeded to squat down over my pubic region. In short order the entire length of my cock was buried inside her warm and very tight pussy.

Just as I felt her firm round butt cheeks press down against my hairy balls, I thought I heard a sound. Turning my head to the left, I saw nothing; so I turned my head to the right, and was surprised to see that both Mre-vha and Krum-veh had disappeared.

I was about to mention that fact to Schren-veh, but she began moving her body up-and-down: forcing my seventeen-year-old dick to slide in-and-out of her very tight, warm and gooey thirteen-year-old pussy. The physical sensation of her pussy walls gripping the shaft of my dick was far too good to ignore, and too good to interrupt by wondering where my other two lovers had wandered off to: so I just layed there and enjoyed the ride.

I layed there with Schren-veh bouncing up-and-down on top of me for about two minutes before my butt-cheeks tightened under me. I took a breath and allowed nature to take its course: 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 cock. 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 dick...spraying deep inside Schren-veh's pussy. Little more than a second later a second spurt followed the first, followed by a third, and a fourth...

I was breathing heavily, practically panting, as the sixth (and final) spurt of cum oozed out of the little hole on the end of my dick into her young pussy.

Again, I thought I heard a sound. Turning my head to the right, I was surprised to see that both Mre-vha and Krum-veh had returned. There appeared to be a look of pride on their faces as they watched Schren-veh and me; although, considering the events the events of the past few days, their response to the action they were watching probably shouldn't have surprised me. More interestingly, though, they were fully dressed: Krum-veh had her skirt and black leather dog-collar-like necklace on, the rugby-ball shaped pouch I had made from the heb-e-keb skin was hanging from her left shoulder, and she was wearing a pair of shoes that looked like a shorter version of Mre-vha's boots extending up to just above her ankles; Mre-vha had her `pants' and boots on, the scabbard was tied to her right thigh, and both of my socks as well as my shorts were tucked into the waistband of her `pants'.

Schren-veh lifted her body up: my softening dick slipped from her just fucked teenage pussy with a slurping sound. She stepped back over me and hopped down off the alter, onto the stone floor.

Mre-vha moved over to the alter, took my hand and gave me a little pull. I sat up then swung my legs to the side and hopped off the stone alter. Mre-vha gave me another little pull as she began heading towards the eight stone steps that lead down to the forest floor; so I followed her.

A moment later I was once again walking through the forest. But this time my wrists weren't tied together; Mre-vha was holding my right hand; Krum-veh was on my left side, my left hip against her right hip, and her right arm wrapped around my back...