A Sailor's Story

"Yeah, I guess it was about an hour before you found me."

"I had the same reaction to it when I first came here with my husband and daughter. Your body gets used to the bacteria after a while, but in the beginning it hits you really hard. I boil most of our drinking and cooking water; it kills most of the bacteria."

"Can you please give me my clothes so I can get dressed and get going; I don't want to cause you anymore trouble?"

"No, I don't think I will. First of all, a cold front came through yesterday. Last night we got twelve inches of snow and it looks like we're going to get more tonight, so it won't be safe to travel anytime soon. Secondly, I have plans for you. I think you can help me with a problem I have. And finally, I've been awfully lonely out here since my husband died a couple of years ago; I certainly could use some company."

"Well can I at least have my clothes?"

"No, not yet; not until I'm sure that you won't try to leave."

"I can't walk around naked; what about your daughter?"

"You have nothing we haven't seen before; in fact, for a little guy, I'd say you've been truly blessed. And as for my daughter, she's eighteen and old enough to learn about men. For now, you just rest; I've got some things to do; I'll be later to check up on you."

She got up from the chair she was sitting in and as she started to walk towards the door I studied her more closely. She was tall, looked to be about six feet in height, but I didn't have any reference point to judge by except for the doorframe. She had blond hair, blues eyes and a hard, tough expression on her face -- until she smiled, which softened her features. Although she was wearing a flannel shirt, I could tell that she had broad shoulders and a large chest. Her waist was thick, as were her legs; her jeans were well-worn and clung to her like a second skin.

"I don't know your name."

"Katrina, but you can call me Kat, and my daughter is Ella."

"Where is she?"

"She's outside working; she'll be in later for dinner."

"Kat; thank you for helping me."

"There's no need for thanks. Here in Alaska, we help each other when we have a problem; it's the only way we can survive out here. Now get some rest."

I turned over and fell back to sleep.

When I woke up again, the candle was considerably shorter then it was before. I looked over at the chair and saw a shirt, a pair of underwear and my jeans. I guess Kat had had a change of heart. I got up, got dressed and walked out into a large room. It appeared to be a combination living- and dining-room. There was a small pot-belly stove in one corner; a table and four chairs were close by. On the other side was what appeared to be a very rustic, handmade leather sofa and two matching chairs. A small fireplace and chimney were centered on a wall. There was a door in the center of another wall, flanked by two windows, one on each side. They appeared to be the only windows in the house. I looked out one of the windows and was surprised to find that the house was actually situated in a cave with a large entrance, which let light in through windows. The front wall of the house appeared to be about three feet thick.

I opened the door and found myself in a small foyer. 'Ingenious,' I thought, as I closed the door behind me before I opened the second door which led outside, 'it serves as an airlock, just like in a sub, but instead of keeping out the water, it help keep out the cold.' I stood on what served as the front porch; there were two rocking chairs and a small table. I was still at least ten feet inside of the cave, the roof of which protected the house from the elements. Outside, everything was pure white, covered with about a foot of snow, and it appeared to be starting to snow again. I turned around and re-entered the house.

Just then, Kat appeared from somewhere off to my left, carrying a large pot.

"I see you're up. Are you hungry, I made venison stew for supper?"

Realizing that I was I said, "I'm so hungry I could eat a bear."

"Sorry, we ate all the bear last week." She must have seen the expression on my face and burst out laughing. "We don't get many bear in this area, they stay closer to the larger rivers; better fishing. Let's get the rest of our meal ready, Ella will be back soon."

I followed her, admiring the way she walked. I had been pretty close; now standing next to her, I figured she was a little over six feet tall. From a wooden cabinet she pulled three large bowls and three sets of knives and spoons. I set the table as she cut large chunks of homemade bread. The smell from the pot of stew, which she had placed on the stove, was filling the room. I hoped that Ella would get here soon.

Suddenly I heard the pounding of boots, and a few moments later the sound of the outer door slamming shut. Two more minutes went by and then the inner door opened. I was staring at a carbon copy of Kat, only bigger. Ella was at least six inches taller than her mother, more than a foot taller than me. She had the same blond hair and blue eyes and she was very pretty.

"Ella, why don't you show Tom where the shower and the outhouse are while I finish getting dinner ready."

"Sure, Mom; just let me get a change of clothes." She left the room for a few moments and returned with her clothes rolled up under her arm. She put on a pair off moccasins just as Kat handed me a pair.

"Come on, Tom; follow me." She grabbed my arm and practically pulled me across the room and out of the house.

We walked off to our left through a small opening between two rocks, down a short tunnel and emerged in a second, smaller cave. At one side was a small waterfall, forming a pool of water at its base. The water from the pool flowed across the back of the cave and down into a small alcove about thirty feet away, a crude but effective seat was built into a thick board that spanned the running water beneath; which continued to flow out of the cave.

After I inspected this indoor-outhouse I turned and started walking back to the shower. Apparently Ella was not the least bit embarrassed about her body. While I was gone she had stripped off her work clothes and was now standing completely naked, the water cascading down over her head as she lathered her body with a bar of soap. Instantly my body reacted to her nakedness, my cock coming alive. Her big breasts seemed to defy gravity, each topped with a large erect nipple, and her pussy was tufted with blond hair. But it was the size of her arms and shoulders that caught me the most by surprise. As she soaped up her head, the muscles seemed to explode out of her thick arms. I watched spellbound as she turned her back to me. I could see the muscles of her back ripple as she moved, and her ass was tight and well formed. There didn't appear to be any fat on her body.

Quickly, before she turned around, I ran back the way we came, slowing down when I was out of sight, praying for my erection to subside so I could re-enter the house. I took my moccasins off before I went inside. When I looked into Kat's eyes she smiled at me and laughed.

"From the color of your cheeks, I can assume you've discovered that Ella is not at all shy about undressing in front of strangers. Don't worry, I'm not mad. In fact, that is part of the problem that I want you to help me with. You see, Ella has always been around nudity. When she was growing up her father and I hardly ever dressed when we were in the house. We weren't ashamed of our bodies and didn't see any reason to hide ourselves from Ella. When her father died, Ella and I just continued the practice. The only reason we're dressed now is because you're here. I figured you'd be more comfortable if we put on clothes rather than have you remove yours."

I heard the outer door open and turned just in time to see Ella shut the door behind her; her hair was still wet and her shirt was only half way buttoned exposing almost half of her substantial breasts.

"There you are; I was hoping you found your way back here. I didn't see you come back from the outhouse, I must have missed you when I was washing my hair."

Kat gave me a knowing smile and turned her back to us as she finished with her preparations.

"Please sit; Tom, you sit here across from Ella."

She placed a large bowl of the stew at each place setting; there was bread and corn on the cob. The stew was very meaty, along with potatoes and sliced carrots. It was delicious.

"Isn't my Mom a great cook?"

"It's wonderful," I replied, forcing myself to look away from Ella's chest and into Kat's eyes.

After dinner, I helped Ella clear the table, but when I offered to help Kat with dishes, she told me to stay and keep Ella company. We went into the living room section but, before we sat down Ella, took me by the hand and led me to her room. "This is my room; it's basically the same as Mom's as you can see." I looked around the room. There was a large bed, a chest of drawers and a chair, just like the other room. That's when it hit me: if these were the only two bedrooms, where was I going to sleep tonight?

We returned to the living room and sat next to each other on the sofa. I had to admit it was very comfortable. We talked for a while, I told her that I had just gotten out of the Navy and that I had served on a submarine, which she thought was really cool. She asked if there were any women in the crew and when I told her that they don't let women serve on subs, she gave me a puzzled look and asked why.

"Because," I told her, "it would cause a lot of problems, they would have to redesign the sub to put in separate bathrooms, showers and sleeping quarters and that would take away from the space needed for other equipment, and it would cause a lot of sexual tension having men and women living together in such close quarters."

"I don't know why the women couldn't just use the men's bathrooms and showers. I know that's what I would do."

I laughed as I imaged her trying to fit into our sleeping berths and the riot she would cause taking a shower; fights would break out trying to get in the shower next to hers. That's when I realized just how young and naïve she was.

She suddenly changed the subject to her mother, telling me all the great things about her. How her Mom and Dad had settled out here in the middle of nowhere; how they had built the house; what a great cook she was; and how lonely they've been ever since her father had died. I had the strangest feeling that she was trying to hook me up with her mother and that Kat was trying to hook me up with her daughter.

I asked her what she was doing today. After a slight hesitation, she said,

"Well, this morning I chopped down a couple of trees and carried them back to the shop where I split them for firewood. I brought some wood into the cookhouse for Mom. And in the afternoon, while she was still in Fairbanks, I worked the mine; carrying buckets of dirt up to the sluice box, looking for gold."

At that moment Kat re-entered the house, smiled at us both and went into her bedroom. I watched her as she straighten up the bed and, figuring that this was as good a time as any, I asked,

"Kat, this is your bed; where am I going to sleep tonight?"

"Right here with me," she said with a smile.

"If you want, I can sleep on the sofa."

"And why would I want you to do that? There's plenty of room on the bed, and if you're thinking about getting out of line, I'm warning you right now, nothing is going to happen in this bed unless I want it to happen. I suggest you make a trip down to the outhouse now, while the air is still relatively warm in there, because by the middle of the night it can get pretty cold. Oh, and you better take a candle with you; the one I put in there this afternoon was getting pretty low."

I did as she suggested, and afterwards, as I dipped my hands in the pool of water to wash up, I was surprised to find that the water was very warm. When I returned to the house, I saw that Ella's door was closed and when I entered Kat's bedroom I found her lying on one side of the bed under the covers. I was about to get undressed, planning on sleeping in my shorts, when I realized that the candle was still lit. I crossed the room and was about to blow it out, when I heard Kat whisper,

"Don't; I want you to be able to see."

Thinking she meant so I won't bang into anything, I left the candle, took off my shirt and jeans, and pulled back the covers so I could get into bed. In the flickering light of the candle I could see that Kat was completely naked and just that alone sent the blood surging to my cock.

"Tom, just take them off too, and come to bed, please."

As if in a trance I did as she asked and soon I was snuggling up next to her magnificent body.

"Tom, it's been a long time since I've had a man in my bed, I'm a little nervous."

"Kat, I'm just as nervous as you are; it's been a long time for me as well. In the navy, aboard a sub filled with men you have a tendency to bury those kinds of desires. For me, I buried them really deep. Being here with you and Ella has brought them back up to the surface; I hope I won't be a disappointment."

I slipped under the covers and felt the heat radiating off of her body. One of her long arms snaked under my shoulders and pulled me close; soon I found myself lying on top of her. Our lips locked in a sweet embrace. My hand caressed her shoulder and slid down her body coming to rest on her breast. It felt heavy and solid; her long hard nipple poked into my palm. A soft moan escaped her lips as I felt her arch her back trying to force more of it into my hand. I took her nipple between my thumb and finger and gently rolled it back and forth. Kat broke the kiss and hissed, "Suck on my tits," as she pushed me down her body.

I took the nipple between my lips, and flicked it with my tongue, occasionally nipping on it with my teeth. I switched to the other nipple and repeated the process. I slid my body off to her side, still attached to her nipple, and my hand moved lower down her body. I felt her legs open granting me access to her pussy. With an open hand, I gently rubbed, up and down her lips. I could feel the heat emanating from her, as her hips gyrated up off the bed. Her hand suddenly grabbed hold of my cock and alternately squeezed and pulled quickly bringing me dangerously close to the point of no return. I slipped two fingers into her already dripping opening, as I bit down on her nipple. Her ass flew up off the bed, her body shook, and the hand that was holding me squeezed me so hard that I was momentarily fearful that Kat might pull it right off my body as she let out a low guttery moan. Time seemed to stop. There was nothing except Kat and me. And then she stiffened and fell back down on the mattress.

I felt her hand slowly and gently move along my length.

"Kat, please, I can't control myself much longer."

"Then don't," she responded as she turned me over onto my back and moved up over me kneeling between my legs. Leaning forward, she moved her hand down and her mouth over the head, her tongue circling the crown.

"Oh God Kat, I'm cumming, I'm cumming,"

I yelled as I surrendered to her onslaught of my over-stimulated cock. I felt the pressure of her sucking increase as I exploded. It felt as if she was turning me inside out. Momentarily emotionally and physically exhausted, I collapsed back onto the bed as Kat sat back, and smiled her hand still wrapped loosely around my cock.

"Hmmm, a little salty, but not bad; my Eric used to love when I would do that."

She began to work her hand up and down my still erect cock.

"I can't believe how big it is," she said with a sense of awe. "Eric was a big man, almost six and a half feet tall, and I thought he was big, but you have at least two inches on him and yours is thicker as well. I think I'd better start out on top so I can control the pace for a while."

She released my cock and straddled my hips, trapping it between her body and mine. Kat slowly and seductively moved her dripping pussy along my cock, her hands were pressing down on my shoulders as if she going for a pin in wrestling, effectively trapping me in place, as if I ever wanted to escape. When she decided that it was well lubed, she placed my cock at her entrance and slowly began to engulf me. I could feel her wet heat and the incredible tightness as more and more of my cock disappeared. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was partially open as if she was going to speak but no words escaped until I felt her body pressing down on mine.

"Oh Tom, I've never felt so stuffed. Let me get used to the sensation."

Taking my hands in hers, she guided them to her full firm breasts, "Squeeze them, massage them," she whispered as she began to lift up allowing most of my cock to escape her furnace, only to recapture it once more. Again and again, faster and faster, she rose and fell, as I marveled at the firmness of her breasts. It seemed that neither gravity nor father time had had any effect on them. I twisted her nipples as I had done before. Her eyes flew open as I felt the first tremors of the orgasm overwhelm her.

"Oh my God, here I cum again; ugh, ugh ugh," were the only sounds as she ground her body into mine.

Kat fell to the side and onto her back, pulling my body on top of her. Still firmly engulfed by her pulsating pussy, she urged me on.

"Give it to me hard and fast. Oh, God, it feels soooo good; don't ever stop. Harder yes, harder that's it."

The sounds of slapping flesh and the sighes of passion filled the room, until I could feel the cum rumbling up through my body. Her orgasms were hitting her one after another until they seemed like one long never-ending climax. Her long, tree-like legs, were over mine, her hands grabbed hold of my ass pulling me deep inside of her, as I shot my cum and collapsed on her chest.

After several minutes reveling in the feelings her body was sending through my body, I kissed her on the lips, neck and one of her nipples as I withdrew my slowly deflating cock from within her. I thought I heard a small gasp and looked back just in time to see the bedroom door close.

"I think we had an audience," I whispered."

"I know," she replied with a giggle, "I should go in there and give her a good spanking, but she's a lot stronger than me and I'm afraid things might get turned around."

I shuddered at the realization that Ella was a lot stronger than Kat who was a lot stronger than me, and that I should never, ever get that teen-aged amazon mad at me.

'I wonder if I pissed her off already by sleeping with her Mom.'

"Never mind about Ella, I'll deal with her tomorrow. Right now I just want you to hold me."

The next morning I awoke first, still spooned with Kat. I could feel her chest rise and fall with her shallow breathing and the rhythmic beating of her heart. My cock was nestled between her thighs. Before my now-awakening cock started something I wasn't sure I was up to finishing, I quietly as possible eased my arm out from under her and, grabbing my discarded clothes from the previous night, I slipped out of the room, heading for the outhouse and a shower. After taking care of business, I looked around the cave, and spotted a single piece of rustic furniture that held clean towels and washcloths. I was amazed at the temperature of the water as it cascaded over a rock ledge and dropped eight feet into the pool below. The water, although not quite hot, was comfortably warm, perfect for a long relaxing shower. I found a bar of hand-made soap on a ledge that had been hewn out of the smooth rock face, and started to lather up my body. After rinsing, I took the soap in my hands and started lathering my head. I had just stepped under the water to rinse, when I heard a voice seemingly right next to me,