14 Days on the Mountain Pt. 10byOdysseyker©
Before you read this work, please note that it is adult oriented and very sexually explicit. Also, it is very lengthy and broken into 10 'parts' that should be read in order. Most of them will stand on their own, but certain nuances of the story will be better understood if each part is read in succession.
PART X (day 13)
I awoke as I had the past two mornings, with the young and sexy blonde sleeping next to me. As I watched her sleeping form I thought 'I could get used to this', but then again, my judgement might have been just a wee bit clouded at that point. After all, I was nine years older than she was, and we lived a thousand miles apart. Regardless, having a warm, naked female sleeping with me the past few nights had been as enjoyable as all of the hot sex that I'd been fortunate enough to have fancied.
Don't get me wrong, I'd been in relationships where the girl had spent many nights sleeping in my bed. I even had a live-in girlfriend for a while, but there was something different about the way this felt than it ever had before. I shrugged it off as simply a part of the wild two weeks that it had been and put my arm around her waist, drawing her closer.
Tiffany began to wake up and I started kissing her shoulder and neck. "Good morning," I whispered through the kisses.
"Morning," she said, stretching and breaking into a yawn. "Ooo," she muttered, bringing her hand to my face, "You need a shave."
"Oh really..." I replied, sliding my hand lower, over her abdomen and into her groin. "So do you," I teased as I ran my fingers over her stubbly pubic area.
She was quick to reply, "Well, let's go take a shower and you can make sure I get it all nice and smooth."
That was an invitation that I wasn't about to pass up and said, "Sounds like a plan."
Turning to face me, she said with a serious tone, "I'm going to miss you."
I thought about giving her the whole 'You'll be all right' spiel, but instead I just agreed, "Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too." We kissed and cuddled for several minutes before leaving the bed in favor of the shower.
Once in the bathroom, Tiffany leaned over the tub to start the water running. I guess I had become a little too comfortable around her because, without a thought, I lifted the seat of the toilet and started to take a piss. As the golden stream splashed into the bowl, the teen turned and, without concern, said, "Hurry up, I gotta go too."
I have to admit, I was a little uncomfortable once I realized what I was doing, but I managed to finish and shook the last drops from my pecker. Unabashedly, the girl lowered the seat and placed herself upon it, letting her own morning flow gush into the commode. "I've never seen a guy do that before," she told me as she reached for some toilet paper.
"Well, I guess I'm just full of firsts for you," I chuckled, then asked, "Any other 'firsts' you'd like me to help you with?"
"You never know..." she grinned as she stood and planted a big, wet kiss on my lips.
We moved to the steamy shower and soaped each other up, teasing various parts of the other's body while we did. Then, true to her word, Tiffany grabbed a razor and began busily shaving the new growth from her pubes.
"Now there's a first for me," I laughed, "I've never watched a girl shave her pussy before."
Without looking up from her work, she asked, "Ever had your balls shaved?"
"Nope. Never done that either," I said, wondering whether she was just curious or if she had something else in mind.
I didn't have to wait long to find out because she soon finished, and asking, "Is this smooth enough?" she pulled my hand into her crotch, forcing me to inspect her labor. As I was running my fingers over her freshly shaven mound, I felt hers working an abundance of soapy lather around my cock and balls and I was pretty sure I was about to lose some hair.
Without a word, the girl set about carefully shaving the sparse pubic hair from my ball sack and the shaft of my now stiff dick. She worked for several minutes, checking periodically with her fingertips to be sure that she was shaving me smooth. When she was confident that she'd removed all of the hair from my nuts, she went to work on my lower abdomen.
Within a few more minutes, I was standing there with nothing left except what is sometimes referred to as the 'happy trail' leading down from my navel, widening to about an inch and a half as it neared the base of my penis. The hair stopped about a quarter inch above where my dick started and she used the razor and a comb to trim what was left into a very short cropping. It felt quite strange, but totally erotic at the same time.
Tiffany rinsed me thoroughly and then took my right nut into her mouth. She teased it with her tongue for just a few seconds and then let it escape, saying, "Yep...That's lots nicer." She proceeded with her 'inspection', licking up the underside of my now hairless cock and then slipping it into her mouth. Pushing forward, she took in about three quarters of my manhood and then pulled back, letting me spring free of her lips. "Smooooth," she stated in an animated voice.
"The girls back home should really like this," I teased her.
This brought a sneering, "Hey! Just remember I have a razor and your balls nearby," from the teen.
"Hold on there! I was just kidding. There aren't any girls back home," I sputtered, adding, "At least none that want anything to do with me right now."
My rebuttal seemed to work because Tiffany put the razor down and stood up, tipping her head back into the spray of the shower. When she leaned forward again, she appeared more stoic than her normal, bubbly self and I wondered aloud, "What's wrong? I was just teasing you."
She was silent for a moment and then she looked up at me as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't. "Hey, there aren't any girls back home that are nearly as hot as you anyway," I said trying to console her, but also out of total honesty.
"Really?" she chirped with a bit of renewed spirit.
"Hell no!" I said, and then continuing, I added, "I'd rather spend the next two weeks here with you than to spend it with all of them combined."
"Ohhh Mike..." she breathed in relief as she leaned in, wrapping her arms around me. I responded by returning the hug and then I suggested we go and get some breakfast.
As we toweled dry, there was little conversation but I told her, "Maybe we can get together again sometime."
Her eyes brightened and she replied, "Really?"
"Sure," I said, speculating, "We can stay in touch and maybe meet in Vegas for the weekend or something."
By the time we exited the bathroom, Tiffany had regained much of her schoolgirl charm and bouncy zestfulness that made her simply adorable. Before we left the room, she ran her dainty hand over my groin area again and repeated, "Smoooth," with a giggle.
Not bothering getting dressed, we went downstairs and straight to the kitchen. It was 10:15, indicated by the clock on the microwave, so we settled for another light breakfast of English muffins and juice. There didn't seem to be anyone else around, so we ate and chatted in the kitchen and then moved out to the deck. We walked to the railing and Tiffany leaned against it, looking out at the lake with the bright morning sun glimmering on its surface. I moved in, directly behind her and pressed myself into her backside, wrapping my arms around her.
I wanted to make sure that she was reassured about my feelings for her, so I softly told her, "I really will miss you, you know."
She sighed and then retorted, "Yeah...You're just going to miss all the hot sex."
I chuckled and acknowledged that was true, "...but I'm going to miss all the other things about you too," I added.
"Like what?" she inquired.
I hadn't really given it much thought until then, but suddenly my mind was filled with things that I had begun to take for granted. "Well...Your adventurous spirit, for one thing," I began. "And I'll miss our conversations. I'll miss your sweet smile. I'll miss the way I feel when I'm with you," I listed, then concluded by saying, "I'll even miss that silly little giggle," with a laugh.
She stood there silent for a minute or two and then turned to face me. There were tears trickling down her cheeks and I was concerned that I'd done more harm than good.
"S-shit!" she sniffled. "I'm sorry," she told me as she wiped the tears away. "I don't usually get attached to people very easy," she began to explain, "but I'm afraid I let you get under my skin and I'm really not looking forward to tomorrow."
Again, I consoled her by pulling her close and kissing the top of her forehead. "Well, we still have the rest of today together," I told her. Then I remembered Cheryl's request from last night. "By the way..." I started, "Your mom wants us to meet her at one o'clock this afternoon where I caught you guys sunbathing."
The teen looked up at me and asked, "What for?"
I cocked my head and gave her a 'what do you think' look and then I chuckled, saying, "I think she needs an injection."
Tiffany grinned and said, "I think she likes you too," before laying her head on my chest and reaching for my prick.
We stood there for the next few minutes while she slowly worked my cock to hardness and then lowered herself, slipping the head into her sweet mouth. I braced my hands on the deck railing and looked down to watch her as she blew me. She was just getting into a very nice rhythm when I heard the sliding glass door open and then close again. I twisted my neck to see who it was and found a rather disheveled looking Kelly coming toward us. "We've got company," I quietly told Tiffany, her lips gliding up and down my shaft while she fondled my newly bare scrotum.
She rolled her eyes up to look at me and then, very slowly, sucked up the length of my boner and slurped off the end. She poked her head around my hips and offered, "Good morning," to Kelly before the woman flopped down in one of the lounge chairs.
"Morning," she replied as Tiffany moved out from between me and the railing. I turned to face her, my hard-on bobbing in front of me and gleaming with the girl's saliva. "You guys don't have to stop on account of me," Kelly groggily stated.
"Oh, that's okay," I told her, "We've got all day," I said, not only for her benefit, but as a reassurance to Tiffany as well. "How did your 'dare' turn out last night?" I queried, curious as to whether she was able to complete it.
"Oh-My-God," she said in exaggerated fashion.
"What dare?" Tiffany asked.
I had forgotten that she had drifted off, so I explained that Kelly had been dared to let Mark fuck her up the butt.
"No way!" Tiffany exclaimed in disbelief, and then implored, "Did you do it?"
Kelly took a long drink from her coffee cup and then nodded her head in the affirmative. She went on to fill us in on what had transpired, "It took a good twenty minutes before he could get that monster worked into me."
"And it was another ten minutes before I would let him do anything but just hold it there," she continued. She laughed and said, "And my poor baby, Paul... He kept wanting me to suck him, and I just couldn't." Then, "Finally, after half an hour...and lots of lube...Mark was able to start actually screwing me," she told us with a satisfied look on her face.
Again she laughed, saying, "By the time I was able to do anything for Paul, he was so wound up that he gave me a mouthful after only a couple of minutes."
Tiffany was on the edge of her seat as Kelly unfolded the details of the event, and by the time she finished her tale, the blonde was hanging on every word. Finally, Kelly took another long drink and concluded her story.
"The wait was definitely worth it, though. Once we got going, even though it felt like I had a baseball bat shoved up my butt, it was one of the best fucks I've had in a long time,"she said. "Paul crawled under me and ate me to two more orgasms before Mark shot his wad in me," the woman told us and then leaned her head back against the chair, closing her eyes as if replaying the night before.
"But, boy am I ever tender this morning!" she added with Tiffany echoing the sentiment, only to a lesser degree, from the way she had driven her own asshole down over my dick the previous evening.
I looked down at my watch and it showed 11:45. I knew that it would take us some time to get to the mini-beach where I had stumbled upon Tiffany and Cheryl a week and a half ago, so I rose from my chair and told Tiffany that we needed to get going. Kelly inquired as to where we were off to, and I said, "Oh, just gonna hit some trails," hoping that she wouldn't want to join us. Normally I would have welcomed her company, but this time I wanted to be alone with Cheryl and Tiffany, and I was pretty sure that's what Cheryl wanted as well.
To my relief she bid us goodbye, saying, "Have fun... I think I'll spend the day resting my butt."
We chuckled and Tiffany said, "Okay... We'll see you later," as we headed for the cabin.
Once inside, the glass door sliding closed, I said, "I hate to say it, but we'll need some clothes on if we are going to take the route that I used."
Tiffany stopped and thought for a moment, then replied, "I don't think we'll need any if we go the way me and Mom went."
"Great!" I responded and then said, "Let's grab a snack that we can take with us."
We rummaged around in the now nearly empty cupboards and found some granola bars, each of us taking one. On our way out, we both retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge and then hit the trail. "How long did it take you guys to get there?" I asked, taking a bite of the granola bar.
"I'm not really sure, but it wasn't any more than an hour," she answered.
Swallowing, I affirmed, "That should put us there right on time."
As we hiked along, I found the terrain much easier than when I'd ventured this way before. The day I had discovered the pair and we had our lakeside romp, we hadn't taken this path on our return trip either. Apparently, and luckily, I must've stumbled upon yet another trail that led us back to the cabin. The trail that Tiffany and I were on now was much clearer and very easy walking. There were even large open areas, much like the ones that I had only seen farther up in the hills.
For most of the walk, we were side by side, holding hands and enjoying each others company. We came to a point where we were forced to realign ourselves, single file, to pass through some thick brush. I let Tiffany go first and then followed her through. As I exited and looked ahead, I decided I would lag back just a few steps to enjoy the view. Even though I had seen it quite a bit over the past two weeks, I just couldn't get enough of watching her tight little bottom swaying back and forth as she walked.
Her toned young ass cheeks were round and full, and even though she was petite, her proportions were magnificent. Like I said in the beginning, I don't care for scrawny women, and Tiffany was far from scrawny. Her blonde hair hung down her back and, I'm sure I've said it before but, she was simply gorgeous. I was mesmerized by her beauty, my gaze fixed on her swinging buttocks.
I was brought back to reality when she stopped and looked over her shoulder with a grin and asked, "Are looking at my butt?"
I laughed, with a quick comeback, "Nope, just lookin' at the rest of you and your butt got in the way!"
Tiffany giggled that sweet schoolgirl giggle, and then struck a few seductive poses for me before we moved on to our rendevous with Cheryl. Once we arrived at the spot, we found her sprawled on that same blanket we'd been on before, naked of course. She was laying on her stomach, showcasing her own firm, fine ass. When she heard us behind her, she rolled over and sat up saying, "Hi guys...glad you could make it."
"Wouldn't miss it," I told her with a grin.
"Well, we all had been drinking, and with everything else that was going on last night, I wasn't sure you'd remember," she explained.
I confessed that I indeed had nearly forgotten, "...but not because of last night," I qualified.
"Well, I can see that you might have been distracted... Nice haircut, by the way," she returned with a grin.
For a moment I was confused by her comment. 'Nice haircut' I thought; 'What in hell is she talking about?' Then I realized that she was referring to the shave job that Tiffany had given me. I laughed out loud and said, "Oh...I get it!" asking, "Do you like it?"
She admitted that she did, "I think it looks really good on you."
"Yeah? I think it does..." I responded, adding, "And it feels great too!"
My remark prompted her to reach into my groin and run her hand over the area, trailing her fingers down, around, and then off of my balls. "Nice and smooth," she stated, "Just the way we like 'em. Right Tiff?"
"Uh-HUH," the girl answered before dropping to her knees on the blanket and engulfing my manhood.
Cheryl snorted, "You could have at least kissed your mom before sticking that nasty thing in your mouth!"
Tiffany nearly gagged as she laughed around my quickly hardening prick. She pulled off of me with a 'slurp' and turned on her knees to face Cheryl, throwing her arms around the woman. They locked into a french kiss, their tongues darting back and forth, in and out of each other's mouths. While they kissed, Cheryl reached around to knead the teen's fine butt with both her hands. As I watched them, my dick continued to stiffen, and I had to marvel at the depth of the relationship that these two beauties shared. They had a very strong maternal bond, but it was evident that they had also become the best of friends, the best of lovers. I considered myself lucky to have been a part of that relationship, even for such a short time.
When they finally separated, Tiffany turned back to me and resumed what she had started, again taking my stiff meat into her mouth. I don't know if it was all the practice that she'd gotten over the last two weeks, the closeness that we shared, or what it was, but for some reason it seemed that her fellatio skills were now nearly perfect. I'm not saying that her earlier skills were bad by any means, but she was now more aware, more attentive, and more suave than she had been the first time she'd blown me that day in the lake.
Her technique was more centered and deliberate now as she alternated licking and sucking the head of my cock. Then she would, ever so slowly, take more and more of me into her mouth and throat while teasing my testicles with her fingers. She still couldn't manage to swallow all of me, but she tried, taking about three-fourths of my eight inches. This went on for several minutes, with Cheryl watching and unhurriedly petting her own neatly trimmed snatch.
I hated to stop what the girl was doing, but I also wanted to get Cheryl more involved. Putting my hand under her chin, I asked Tiffany, "Aren't you going to share?"
She rolled her eyes up to look at me and slowly drew her lips back and off of my member. By the time she released my hard-on, Cheryl was there to suck me into her oral cavity. The technique she used was about the same as Tiffany's, but somehow it felt much different. I suppose a lot of it had to do with the fact that her mouth was physically bigger than the teen's, her lips fuller and more prominent. The pressures exerted on my penis varied in contrast to the ones I'd felt with Tiffany as she moved effortlessly up and down the shaft. Whatever the difference, it was inconsequential because both of the women gave excellent head.
While Cheryl made sweet love to my cock, her daughter lay down and scooted beneath her, commencing to orally service the older female. The blonde, on her back, had pushed her head into the woman's crotch from behind, so that she was looking up between Cheryl and me. She gave her mom the same diligent service that she had been working on me, licking and sucking the milf's box. After another few minutes I felt the telltale signs in my groin letting me know that, unless I wanted an abrupt end to the activities, I needed a break.