Strange avenues where you lose all sense of direction

and everywhere is Main Street in the winter sun. - Ian Anderson

It wasn’t a lot of water but it was enough and it was constant, it poured over my cooling my body. I closed my eyes and let myself be washed, it was calming and erotic; it just flat out felt good.

When that naked body pressed up against my body my cock decided that half-mast would no longer do and it blew up like a balloon into it’s full, energetic and somewhat painful size. I was so horny it hurt.

Those sweet hands soaped my chest, my midsection and then, ever so gently, my engorged manhood. I couldn’t help but groan bringing a giggle from behind me.

As the water rinsed the soap from my body those sweet hand started to delicately stroke my cock. Barely touching but driving me insane and making me groan again. Bringing another set of giggles.

Wait ‘Set of giggles’ two women were giggling. The realization slowly broke through my lust as I began to realize that two women were here. The body was no longer pressed up against my back as my cock was suddenly engulfed by a hot set of lips and teased by a swirling tongue.

My knees tried to buckled and even when I opened my eyes all I could use them for was to try to keep my balance. Fuck that tongue never stopped dancing, the head of my cock was completely swollen and the nerve ends were dancing.

The moment I was beginning to regain my equilibrium and was able to look around to see SinfulClaire still in the tub my unseen benefactor upped her game.

She took me fully, embedding my cock into her undulating throat. The exquisite feeling as her muscles worked on me and she moaned sent me staggering back off the shower pallet to land on the small coat.

Cognizant thought was not an option and I simply gripped the sides of the cot and let her have her way. My eyes were closed again to keep the world from spinning.

I was heading towards explosion when she suddenly broke off, leaving pain, frustration and anxiety in her wake. I felt her start to straddle me and I fought to regain some control but lost again as her tight, wet hotness engulfed me.

I was once again lost in pure pleasure and I could have sworn I broke through a hymen. But it was so hot and delicious I couldn’t focus, I simply held onto the edge of the cot and thrust deeper.

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She was small and I hit bottom easily causing her to grunt and then she squeezed and I almost blew my load. She definitely had control of this round.

She finally spoke, “Narrator, you are large everywhere.”

That voice, again that voice.

My eyes jerked open and it was Aunty astride me, sagging breast and large nipples flopping on her chest.

She rode another stroke and imbedded me deep inside her again but it was a gorgeous young Aunty, beautiful beyond belief with high firm breasts and a bright smile. She moaned a delicate moan pushing me to the edge.

On last trip up and down and I was suddenly embedded in infinity and the moaning face above me was shifting and unfathomable again. We crashed into release together and for a moment I saw clearly an ethereal beauty of indescribable delicacy.

I came.

I came a lot.

I kept cuming and so did she.

The trip down off that cliff of pleasure lasted for many long minutes.

In the end I simply had young Aunty shaking in my arms in the aftershocks of orgasm.

Sinclaire merely laughed happily and clapped like a little girl from her observation post.

Our breath came back and young Aunty whispered to me in that ethereal and other worldly voice, “Now fuck me Narrator. Your seed was the fee you owe me, the fucking is payment for my show of favor.”

I looked into those forever eyes of no color and saw truth. So I spun us over, put her ankles on my shoulders and started fucking her.

It was like I hadn’t filled her full of spunk, she wasn’t sloppy or loose now; it was the same tight, tight pussy I had first penetrated. I could swear that damn hymen even came back a few times and I had to push through again. Each time I did there was the same pleasure/pain grunt from her.

I ignored it and just fucked her, I fucked her hard. Later I found bruises on my hips and upper thighs from slamming into her. She just kept on moaning “Fuck me harder Narrator, fuck me harder!”

The end approached and again we rushed toward the finish line together, again that ethereal face reappeared and just the raw beauty of that was enough to send me crashing into oblivion again. Thankfully it wasn’t a trip made alone, she travelled with me into exquisite ecstasy.

I was exhausted and completely spent, it had been the experience of a lifetime regardless of who it was. She brought me my beer and a cigarette and cooed softly next to me for a moment. Before she left she gave me one last kiss of blinding passion and I felt energy flood back into me.

Old Aunty shuffled to the door in her smock but young Aunty with the eyes of no color looked at me and said, “You are seedless for the day Narrator, you will not impregnate Miss Sinclaire. Go and give her the reward she so well deserves.”

Then old Aunty made her way outside of the tent and started immediately complaining of the heat.

I turned my attention and still rock hard root towards SinfulClaire who giggled in delight as well.

Truth to be told SinfulClaire gave a pretty good blowjob as well, she also loved to be taken everywhere. We had to shower a few times just to keep the tub water clean.

Damn that woman had a tight ass.