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Part 12
They checked out and paid the bill, which ended up being more expensive
then they thought. Neither cared very much.
"Gee," said Jane in an overly huffy voice as they drove off, "you'd
think they'd have taken a little off for the blow jobs I gave!"
Ken chuckled and replied, "Well, you didn't do anyone on the management
staff, so maybe they got jealous."
While they drove back to his place to get changed and pick up the bikes,
Ken decided now was as good a time as any to start finding out a little more
about the woman who was apparently going to be sharing his life.
It turned out that she had no close living family. An aunt here, a
cousin there. Her parents had been older people who had died more than five
years ago.
"Why the sudden interest?"
"Well," he replied, "a number of reasons. It looks like you and I are
going to be tied together pretty closely - which I consider a good thing," he
flashed her a grin, "and I thought it'd be nice to know a little more about you.
Also," he paused, "I don't know if you got the same vibe that I did, but Lea
seemed to be hinting that the house size we are planning on getting might be a
little small. I love living around here, but if we need something bigger, I
don't think we'll be able to afford it."
Jane looked at him somewhat sheepishly. "Sorry Master, when I was with
the Goddess last night, the only thing I remember is how she made me feel.
Well, that and the fact that she seemed very happy that we'd hooked up with
Ally."
"Yup. She was very happy about that."
"Is it always like that?" she asked.
"Like what?" he replied.
"Last night. I mean, things were pretty fuzzy. It was wonderful, but I
would have liked to ask a few questions."
"Hmm," he replied. "It's not like I'm real experienced at this, but
it's been like that most of the time with me as well. Although occasionally, I
can sort of feel her in my head."
The arrived at the house and grabbed their stuff. Since they were now
in a hurry and on the verge of being late, Ken tried his best to keep his mind
off Jane's body when she stripped down to change. It was difficult, but he
managed. His hard cock did not, however, escape her attention.
"Master, you can feel free to ride me now and we'll get to the trails
later. I know some of them pretty well."
Looking at his cock, he gave some thought to how many times he'd cum in
the last few days. He wasn't sore and he was raring to go. This would take
some getting used to, that was for sure.
"Um, I suspect that being what I am, having a lot of these," he
indicated his erection as he pulled on and adjusted the shorts, "is part of the
bargain. Kinda hard for a guy to gather in sexual energy without one."
"Oh, I don't know" she smiled, "you could probably get the energy. It
just wouldn't be as much fun."
They made it to the shop with less than five minutes to spare. Good
thing it was close by. Sandy greeted them both with a bright, happy smile of
welcome.
It did nothing to disguise the huge surge in lust that she experienced
when she saw them. Flashes of what she'd like to do with them made her
attention wander. She had visions of Jane riding her face while Ken hammered
her sopping pussy. The scene switched to her tonguing Jane's asshole while Ken
fucked her. A whole parade of carnal images ran through her brain in the
seconds that Ken scanned it.
She got herself under control and gave directions to the starting point
of the ride. There were three other riders, all guys, two of whom were in the
early stages of beer gut creation; it was evident that they were doing this to
get some badly needed exercise. Ken caught the surface thoughts of one of them.
The guy relaxed thinking that, as out of shape as he was, this little blond
wasn't going to give him that hard a ride. Naturally, that thought brought
others to the surface - like the kind of riding he'd like to do with Jane, Sandy
or both. Ken winced and managed to stop the flow of images. The guy wasn't
even particularly imaginative.
It didn't take long to arrive at the park and set up the bikes. Ken,
even though he was a pretty experienced rider, wasn't an experienced mountain
biker. He was here to learn and enjoy the day - not to mention the delicious
sight of Sandy and Jane in skimpy riding clothes.
The ride started slowly so that people could warm up. It became
immediately obvious who the experienced riders were; they were the ones warming
up. The two guys who had just started with the sport tried to push Sandy's
pace. She explained that this was a warm up and then just smiled as they puffed
past her anyway. It didn't take long before they slowed down to rest while
others caught up. Sandy stopped at the trail head.
"Now don't let the first uphill scare you off," she said. "Walk it if
you have to and don't worry about taking too long because we're all going to
rest at the top. This trail has a few technical spots, but mostly it's just fun
riding. I'll stop before the nasty spots to give everyone a head's up."
The two dough boys, as Ken was beginning to think of them, immediately
started up after Sandy. Ken normally tried to avoid labeling people, but they
were so smugly sure that they weren't going to have any problems with this, that
they were annoying him. The other male rider, Billy, sort of smiled at Ken,
even though his eyes lingered on Jane and started up the hill.
"I suspect that I'll be walking fairly soon," Ken told Jane. "You should
go first."
Jane flashed him a grin and he was treated to the wonderful sight of her ass
in tight black shorts as she began pedaling up the hill in front of him. Ken
didn't even try to keep up. He was not in the kind of shape he used to enjoy
and wanted to be able to walk tomorrow. Needless to say, he passed the dough
boys about a quarter away up the hill. They were panting pretty hard.
To his surprise, he made it almost to the top. Jane, Billy and, of
course, Sandy, had made the climb, although Sandy was the only one that didn't
seem too winded. They all smiled at him as he walked his bike to the top.
They rode for about an hour and Ken enjoyed almost every minute of it.
It was a great workout and he seemed to have a natural ability to balance the
bike. Well, his balance and physical coordination had always been excellent.
Sandy was surprised and delighted at how he took to the ride. It went without
saying that she also enjoyed having Jane along. Sandy looked at Jane, and Ken
got an image of her on her knees in front of the taller woman, slowly licking
the sweat from her legs moving toward her hairy, musky cunt. Ken smiled and
wondered what Sandy was going to do when she found out Jane was hairless.
Sandy was soaking wet from the dual stimulus of the ride and her fantasies about
Ken and Jane. She wondered if Jane would be turned off by how strong she
smelled after a ride. To normal senses maybe, but Ken and Jane could smell her
sexual arousal and musk with no problem at all. It was intensely arousing,
especially since both women were pumping out 'please come fuck me' pheromones by
the gallon. Ken looked at Billy and noticed that he was definitely affected by
the two women. He didn't try for a deeper connection with Billy because the
feeling was a little unsettling.
At the first technical spot, Sandy dismounted to wait for everyone. It
wasn't that big a deal to her, but she wanted to make sure that no one got hurt.
Ken looked at the log she'd stopped by and thought he could probably ride over
it - hopefully with out flipping the bike again.
He could feel the doubts from the doughboys. Billy and Jane just rode
over it, but the two men were beginning to understand that mountain biking was
more than just riding on a dirt trail. Still, doughboy #1 only half listened to
Sandy as she explained the best way to ride the log. Naturally, he dumped the
bike, although not as spectacularly as Ken had the day before, and glared at
Sandy as if to say she'd lied to him. He hadn't seen Jane and Billy ride it.
He was pissed and embarrassed and Sandy's kind and patient attitude
didn't help. His friend declined to ride the it and just walked over. Ken,
drawing on his flying lesson from Friday, managed to ride it with ease.
"Hey," said Sandy, "I thought you said you'd never done this before."
She was glaring at him with mock anger and real lust.
"Well, I took your advice and rode some on Friday. Trust me when I tell
you that I discovered a quick way to get airborne while trying to go over one of
these." He grinned, "Thank the Goddess for the ol' tuck and roll!"
They laughed, but Ken could feel the other guy fuming. The second
technical spot was a rather sharp down hill section. It wasn't too long, but
there as a lot of loose dirt and some rocks. Sandy once again stopped to
explain, this time to just Ken and the other two new riders, the best way to do
this. Jane and Billy shot down the hill, with Jane giving a little "ye haw" as
she got to the bottom. Sandy looked at Ken, but Doughboy #1 pushed ahead of
him. Once again, it was clear he hadn't listened to anything Sandy had said,
and dumped the bike, scraping his leg in the process. Sandy jumped on her bike
to go assist, but he waved her off and walked to the bottom.
Ken zipped down the hill, enjoying the feel of gravity doing all the
work. When he stopped at the bottom the other guy was starting to walk down the
hill. Meanwhile, Doughboy #1 was working himself up. He had a temper and he
felt it was somehow Sandy's fault that he couldn't ride.
"Shit, it'd be nice if you'd give a decent explanation of how to do
this," he griped.
Sandy's smile never faltered. "I'm sorry," she said. Ken could tell
that she really was sorry and she was wondering if her preoccupation with Ken
and Jane had caused her to screw up. His friend was just reaching the bottom
when she said, "If you'd like, we can try it again, and I'll see if I can figure
out what happened."
"Fuck that," said the man. "I'm already going to be limping for a week
because of you and..."
"Walt, cool out," said his friend. "It's no big deal."
Ken could feel Walt's anger, and could tell the guy's friend wasn't
helping. He leaned his bike against a tree and stood to the angry man's side,
far enough away to not seem threatening, but fairly close to Sandy. Ken
watched, thinking and absorbing the situation.
"It is a big deal," he said. "This fucking bitch shouldn't be allowed
to just..."
"I'm sure that Sandy isn't trying to hurt you," said Ken, his voice
cutting through the other man's. Sandy was now pissed, but before she could get
the Walt's attention again, Ken moved toward him. He didn't think it would be a
good idea for Sandy to get involved because he could see that Walt was no
stranger to slapping a woman around. This came through loud and clear as he
focused more on Walt and could tell what an abusive, nasty person he was.
"Hey asshole, does it look like I'm talking to you?"
"Sorry," said Ken, trying to figure out a way to keep the guy from going
ballistic. It was certain that only Jane's restraining hand on Sandy's arm was
keeping her from exploding. Billy looked like he wanted to be anywhere but
here. "It looks like you're not really having a good time anymore. Maybe we
should just continue on separate paths? I mean, the main path is just down
there."
Walt dropped his bike and walked up to Ken. His friend, evidently
having seen this happen a number of times, didn't even try to intervene.
"Did I ask for your opinion?"
All thought fled from Ken and his focused narrowed to the man in front
of him. Somehow it also widened to take in everything around him. He couldn't
read Walt's thoughts anymore, but it was obvious that the guy wanted a fight.
"It was just a suggestion," said Ken. He hoped his voice was pitched to
sound soothing and conciliatory.
Maybe it was, but it didn't work. With a, "Did I ask for your fucking
suggestion?" Walt decided to push Ken to get things started. Ken shifted a bit,
his hands making a sort of sweeping motion and the next thing he knew, Walt was
staring at the trees, his breath knocked out of him. He looked a bit confused,
as if he were wondering how he'd ended up laying in the path.
His anger quickly returned and he tried to get to his feet, which slid
out from underneath him putting him back on his ass.
"Walt," said Ken, his voice devoid of all emotion. "I think you should
stay there until we're gone."
Apparently Ken's tone of voice got his attention and Walt stayed there
as everyone but his friend rode off. They stopped at the next hill for a break.
Ken was desperately trying to ignore the emotions that had been evoked from the
encounter; he shoved them deep into his brain.
Which was when he discovered that Sandy and Jane were both going crazy
with lust. He was assaulted by the almost physical force of it. Sandy wanted
him. Now. Right Now. Jane too. Uh oh.
Sandy tried her best to hide it, but even Billy could pick up how turned
on she was. Unlike Billy, Ken knew that it wasn't the violence that had turned
the women on. Had he started the fight, or hit Walt while he was down, or even
gotten really violent while putting him down, that would have completely turned
them off.
But he hadn't. To them, it seemed as if Ken was their protector. That
neither of them needed protection had nothing to do with it; both women were
responding on a more primal level. And they both wanted him. Now.
Ken accepted all the thoughts and energy flooding his way. He used it
to block out thoughts of his own; uncomfortable, painful memories that he
ruthlessly pushed back into his mind as they tried to resurface.
"Hey, look Sandy," started Billy, "Sorry about that asshole. I think I'm
just gonna split off here, OK?"
Sandy pulled herself together. "Yeah," she replied. "I mean, you don't
have to..."
Ken frowned. Billy was clearly more tuned in to what was going on than
Sandy realized. Ken focused on Billy only to discover that the guy was
perfectly aware that the two women wanted to drag Ken off and jump his bones.
He didn't want to interfere and so decided to ride another trail. He was a
little shaken at what had happened, Ken knew, because most of the violence that
Billy had experience with occurred on his 20" monitor.
"Naa, don't worry about it. He was just an asshole," replied Billy. He
held out a hand to Ken, "Nice meetin' ya." Ken shook the proffered hand. He
sensed a strong flash of shyness as Billy looked at Jane and Sandy, giving them
a quick wave.
Obviously, Jane was hooked a little more deeply into Billy than he had
been, because she had a very thoughtful look on her face. With Billy gone, she
turned to Sandy. Ken could feel the force of will it took for her to ignore the
other woman's huge jump in lust and excitement as she realized that the three of
them were alone. "Does he ride with you guys often?"
Sandy, not expecting that question, had to refocus her attention on the
real world. "Um, yeah. Once or twice a month. Why?"
"Just curious," said Jane. She turned her attention back to Ken and
smiled. It was clear that Billy had somehow gotten Jane's attention. Ken had
the feeling himself that they'd want to meet up with him again, and evidently
Jane felt the same way.
When they both turned their attention back to Sandy, she got a little
faint. Pure lust poured through her body. Her cunt, Ken knew, was soaked
through and if it weren't for the fact that her riding shorts were black,
there'd be a clear wet spot on them.
Sandy took a chance. After all, she couldn't feel their lust for her,
the way they could feel hers for them. "Hey," she said taking a deep breath,
"There's a spot not too far from here. The riding to get there is really
technical, but there's a stream at the end." She paused, drawing another
shaking breath. "No one goes there, especially at this time of year..."
Jane gave Sandy a look of unmistakable lust. "Sounds like just the
place for a little ... relaxation."
Sandy closed her eyes and shuddered. Yes! It looked like she was going
to have her first threesome.
If anything, she'd understated the technical level of the trail. Ken
ended up walking most of it, as did Jane. Even Sandy had to walk some obstacles
and they were all hot and dripping sweat by the time the got to the end.
It was well worth it though. The spot was really secluded with a lot of
flat, bare rock. The stream was swollen from runoff and as cold as ice, so
there wasn't going to be any swimming. Ken could see the possibilities of
sunning here on a nice afternoon though. He felt a bolt of pure lust and turned
around to see Jane and Sandy looking at him.
They approached him as he walked from the stream and as Sandy thrust her
tongue in his mouth, Jane began to untie and remove his shoes. His socks, pants
and underpants followed and in short order the girls were on their knees.
Actually, Jane had the presence of mind to push Ken's pants under Sandy's knees.
She of course, enjoyed the feeling of discomfort that kneeling on the rock
caused her.
"Oh, my God, I can't believe how huge this thing is," said Sandy
gripping the base of his cock and licking his balls with her tongue. She was
lost in lust, but still worried that they'd figure out that wet skin, especially
skin wet with sweat, drove her nuts. The taste, the feel, the smells - she
actually had a mini orgasm when she pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth.
Jane caressed her hair while cradling his balls and whispered back,
"Don't you want to feel that splitting your puss?" Sandy moaned from the
brunette's words. "I can't wait to suck his cum out of your pussy," Jane said.
"Oh shit, you two are so HOT. God I want to do everything!"
"We'll take all the time you need," said Ken. "We have all day. And
any other day you'd like."
Sandy moaned and pushed his cock into her mouth further, jacking the
bottom of his shaft. Her saliva dripped down his shaft to be licked up by
Jane's tongue. They worked over his cock until he exploded, over-filling
Sandy's mouth with his cum. Jane greedily licked the excess from his shaft and
Sandy's fingers, eventually ending up in a cum filled kiss with the other woman.
Jane pulling Sandy to her, deepening the kiss. Sandy moaned as she
passed Ken's cum into Jane's mouth, then sucked it back into her own. Ken was
hooked into her feelings and knew that she was now concentrating her lust on
Jane, figuring that Ken would be out of action for awhile. She was wrong, of
course, but Ken wanted to watch the two women and so he removed his shirt and
sat down on it.
Sandy was totally getting off on Jane's scent, the feel of her big
breasts and the taste of her mouth. Breaking the kiss, Jane smiled at the
smaller woman, then pulled off her own top, leaving her in only a sports bra.
Ken's cock rose as he relaxed watching the show.
Jane sat and removed her riding shoes and socks, then stood and slowly
stripped herself the rest of the way as Sandy watched. Ken smiled at how Jane
made it seem she was offering herself for Sandy's use. It was clear to Sandy
what Jane was offering as well.
She was fascinated by Jane. The other woman was taller than her by
about two inches, and well toned. Her long limbs, very narrow waist and heavy
breasts drew Sandy's eyes along her body until it came to rest on her gleaming,
shaved sex.
Sandy moaned and moved forward on her knees. She began kissing and
licking Jane's thighs, enjoying the heady scent of her body and the salty taste
of her skin. Again, Jane's attitude was very subservient as she spread her legs
for her 'Mistress'.
Sandy never did make it to those slightly opened, dripping lips. She
stood and began to rapidly remove her own clothes and Ken, ever the gentleman,
decided to help. Sandy almost started when she began removing her top and Ken
added his hands to hers. She turned, looking at him and moaned as he took one
of her small, firm breasts in his hands. Jane moved in and grabbed the damp
cloth and pulled it over Sandy's head while Ken caught a pink, turgid nipple in
his lips, sucking and pulling on it. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply
- a lot - and just when to use his teeth on her.
They finished stripping Sandy, who then began to lick and suck the
runnels of sweat dripping down Jane's ribs from under her breasts. Sandy hoped
desperately that Jane wouldn't be turned off by her actions. Jane was anything
but turned off. She was pleasing a partner, so she was pleased as well.
"Do you like how I taste?" asked Jane to egg her on. "I love watching
your tongue on my body."
Sandy actually whimpered, she was so turned on. She wanted to do
everything, still hoping that they wouldn't find out how turned on she was by
the slippery taste and feel of sweaty skin. She wrapped one hand around Jane's
breast and pushed the long brown nipple into her mouth, gently sucking. Unlike
Jane, she didn't have the advantage of knowing what turned her partner on.
"Bite her," whispered Ken into Sandy's ear, running his fingers down her
moist ribs. "She gets off on it. Bite her hard."
Sandy gently clamped her teeth on the nipple. She liked things rough
herself, but didn't know what rough meant to Jane. Jane showed her appreciation
by moaning and whispering "Harder, mmm, yeah, harder."
Sandy obliged, sinking her teeth into the brown skin and pulling, loving
Jane's answering moan. She popped the glistening nipple out of her mouth and
began to kiss, lick and nip Jane's breast. Finally she lifted the breast and
ran her tongue over the wet skin there. Jane moaned louder, showing her
approval for Sandy's actions as the woman switched to the other breast.
Sandy, now lost in her lust, decided to just do what she wanted. If
they were grossed out, then well, at least she had gotten this far. Ken smiled.
He knew that Jane was not grossed out, and he was very turned on by Sandy's
actions. He wondered what she'd think if she knew that just this morning, Jane
had forced a seventeen year old girl to piss in her mouth. He suspected that
Sandy would be shocked, but not too shocked. He didn't think that participating
in water sports was Sandy's thing, but he suspected she wouldn't be averse to
watching it.
Sandy moved down from the breast she was working on, then licked around
Jane's waist to the top of her ass cheeks. She licked, sucked and bit the firm
globes, then, hoping that she wasn't going to far, spread Jane's ass cheeks.
Jane helped by opening her legs. Shortly, Sandy's tongue was licking over her
rosebud and sliding through the soaked lips of her sex. Jane was going crazy,
as was Sandy. Sandy was trying to make her cum and Jane, of course was trying
not to. Ken stepped in front of Jane and began fingering her large clit. She
looked in his eyes, pleading. Ken smiled and nodded.
"As many as you'd like until we're finished here," he whispered.
"Thank you Master, aaaAAH!"
She came, soaking Sandy's fingers with her cream. Sandy continued to
plunge her fingers into the amazingly tight sex. Even though she was crazed
with lust, Sandy wondered how the hell Ken got his cock into that small hole.
Her own cunt twitched as she thought about watching his thick cock spear the
tiny cunt as she flicked her tongue over Jane's brown hole. Ken moved behind
Sandy and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her away.
They laid Sandy on the warm rock and began to tease her. Sandy moaned
as tongues glided over her slick body. She really was a fine looking woman.
Her body was very toned - flat stomach, firm legs, awesome arms and, as Ken and
Jane discovered when they got there, a soaked pussy with nicely trimmed, dark
blonde hair. She eagerly spread her legs as they dove into her musky sex.
Sandy didn't shave, she just kept everything trimmed. Her scent was
driving Ken crazy, his thick cock throbbing with the need to slide deep into her
body. He and Jane licked and sucked the thick juices she produced, kissing over
her clit, working the woman as a team. She came very quickly. Jane and Ken
spread her legs wide and back and Jane attacked her asshole with tongue and
fingers while Ken sucked her clit and fingered her cunt. One of his hands also
tweaked her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Sandy came again, even harder,
but they didn't stop, pushing up the curve again.
Finally, he positioned himself between her legs and, as Jane held her
pussy lips open, began to slide into her. Sandy gave a guttural moan as his
width pushed open her tight tunnel. She wasn't as tight as Jane, or Ally, for
that matter, but she felt plenty good. Jane began kissing the woman, licking
her neck and biting her nipples and breasts. Sandy also liked things rough and
she was usually very physical, sometimes to the point of bruises for her or her
partner - most of the time both. She sank her teeth into Jane's breast while
Jane nipped the pink bud in her mouth.
"Oh God you're huge. Fuck me. Give it to me. Hard!"
Ken obliged, pistoning into her while holding her thighs in a bruising
grip. It was all good to Sandy. The only thing she could have wished for would
be some nice rope holding her struggling body in place. She bit Jane again, this
time on the bottom of one breast. Jane gasped her approval while returning the
favor by pinching a pink nipple hard between her fingers. Sandy came twice more
before Ken unloaded into her.
Jane captured his cock in her mouth as it came out of Sandy's cunt. It
was coated with both their juices, a thick ring of it at the base of his still
hard cock. Sandy's hand rubbed her clit as she watched Jane thoroughly clean
the organ. Jane had a finger in Sandy to keep Ken's sperm from running out.
When she finished with him, Jane lay on her back and said, "Squat over
me, Sandy. I wanna make sure I get all that cum out of you."
Sandy's eyes were glittering with lust as she complied. She positioned
herself over Jane's face, her slimy lips right over Jane's open mouth, and
pushed. Runnels of sperm and her own cum oozed from the depths to be swallowed
quickly by Jane. When no more dripped out, she drove her tongue inside to get
any that was left. At one point, her tongue was coated with the combined juices
and Sandy moved down to suck it into her own mouth. It wasn't long before they
were in a sixty-nine with Jane on top.
Ken, still hard, took advantage of the situation by sliding into Jane's
tight cunt. Sandy's eyes grew big as Jane stiffened in response to the large
organ painfully splitting her sex. Jane was very wet and Ken gave her no time
to adjust to his entrance - he just pushed inside. Jane's yelp momentarily
alarmed Sandy, until it was followed by a "Thank you Master, thank you."
Ken felt Sandy's curiosity spike. Master? Hmmm, this had
possibilities.
As Jane urged her Master to fuck her harder, she dove her head into
Sandy's well fucked sex. Ken obliged and told Sandy to make sure she used her
teeth on Jane's clit.
Sandy had had sex with a number of women, but Jane was the hottest she'd
ever been with. She'd also never seen a clit this size either. She sucked as
much of it out of its sheath as she could - quite a bit actually, and began
worrying it with her teeth. She assumed that Jane's clit wasn't very sensitive
because it was so big. She was wrong. It was extremely sensitive and
seemed to have gotten more so in the last day or so. Jane liked the pain Sandy
was causing. Ken, connected to her thoughts and feelings knew she was wondering
if he'd have her pierced there. It had always been a fantasy of hers.
Ken emptied himself into Jane as she spasmed around his invading cock in
orgasm. He pulled out slowly and Sandy attacked the shaft with her tongue as it
emerged. Jane was still working her own hole and she knew that another orgasm
wasn't far off. Sandy was having a hard time believing how hot this whole scene
was.
Once Ken was clean, she went after the cum in Jane's cunt. Jane
produced a huge amount of pussy juice, so strands of it were dripping down onto
Sandy's face and neck. She sucked up what she could, then pushed her fingers
into Jane to get more.
Eventually Sandy was sated. Jane and Ken were feeling pretty good too.
They'd absorbed a fairly large amount of energy today, and Jane was feeling it.
Ken, surprisingly, was not. He knew that it was there, but felt that he could
handle a lot more. He smiled as the two women separated, panting, and he
thought that his tolerance was growing.
Sandy was exhausted, he knew, and she was wondering why neither of them
appeared to be. Good God, had Ken really cum that many times? She levered
herself up on her elbows.
"You're quite the stud," she said with a happy smile.
"Why thank you Ma'am," he said in a cheesy western accent.
She giggled and looked at Jane. "And you are fantastic! You guys nearly
killed me."
Ken and Jane arraigned themselves on either side of her and stroked her
sweat soaked skin.
"You, my dear," said Ken, kissing her lips, "are incredibly hot." He
could taste Jane's pussy on her lips, and both the women reeked of sex and
sweat. He found that he didn't mind at all. He knew Sandy didn't either, but
her sense of smell wasn't as good as his and Jane's.
They lay there for a time while Sandy recovered. "As much as I hate to
say this," she said, "I should really be getting back." She groaned as they
began to gather up their clothes, "I'm gonna be sore tomorrow. Hell, I'm sore
now! That's one hell of a pole you have there Mister."
Jane gave Sandy some completely unnecessary help adjusting her top,
causing Sandy to shudder a bit. "I know what you're talking about." She
commiserated. "You can always come by tomorrow evening and we can help you get
over the soreness."
Sandy looked at them, grinning and blushing. She was all for it.
However, she doubted she'd be recovered by tomorrow. "You guys really _are_
trying to kill me, aren't you?"
"Us? No way!" protested Ken. "We're not into dead people."
"Yeah," agreed Jane, licking her lips. "We like 'em alive and kicking."
They laughed and began to head back down to the trails. Sandy was a lot
more wobbly than she'd been before, and it was obvious she was tired.
Ken knew she was tired and satisfied, and she was wondering if they were
serious about their invitation. She didn't mention anything though and they had
a pleasant, if slow ride, back to the cars.
"So, when's the next ride?" asked Ken, all innocence.
"Depends on what you plan on riding," grinned Sandy. 'Yup,' came her
unspoken thoughts, 'gotta do this again.' And what's with that whole Master
thing...
End part 12
My thanks to MWTB for the proofreading asstance. Of course, I get to claim any
mistakes that were still left. By the way, if you haven't read MWTB's story
"Tired of Being the Nice Guy", it's a really excellent read. Go Read It!
