“Wait a minute, Dreng. I am too tense. I need a diversion to relax.” Before I knew it, I saw feet in front of me and then knees. I looked up and Tupac had taken a kneeling position in front of him and he was holding his cock out to me. I looked up and smiled at him. “Hmmmmmm, yes, I think that will do just fine.”
I bent forward and without using my hands took his cock into my mouth. I started sucking on the head and moving my mouth over the length of his cock, filling my mouth nearly to my throat before pulling back, again. On the third stroke, I felt Dreng press hard against my asshole and I could feel it spreading open for him. My ass was opening and I pressed back against him to help. When he popped inside me, I screamed out around the cock in my mouth, effectively muffling it. It hurts at first, but only for a little while … then it too is an amazing sensation. I am moaning and groaning around the cock in my mouth until I finally take my mouth off it entirely, my eyes closed and my head hanging, my hair flying back and forth as are my breasts. When I cum, my body tightens and my arms and legs quake. But, more significant to Dreng is that my ass squeezes onto his cock like a tight grip and the pressure and friction increase around him. That is all he needs then to cum, too. Along with my own body’s quaking and shaking, I feel his cock inside me jerk almost violently and begin spewing his seed into my ass, I feel the wetness increase in me and my back arches in response.
He has stopped thrusting into me, he is immobile and deep inside me, the last of his cum leaking from his cock. At first I have the weird feeling that we are tied, like the dogs, but it is only the tightness that my ass is holding him. I relax with my orgasm subsiding and he slowly pulls himself free.
I collapse to the ground, my face and breasts pressed into the grass. My ass is sticking up in the air and I can feel cum leaking out and dripping over my pussy. And, I can feel the big smile on my face. I move back up to my hands and look over my shoulder. I want more. And, anticipating or hoping, Tupac is there holding his cock in-line with my pussy. I smile at him and nod. “Yes, please, I want all three of you there.”
He presses into my pussy and after only a few strokes he pulls out and presses at my asshole. I open much easier, with less effort, and less pain; he also pops through my tight ring and he is inside with only a few strokes to be lodged deeply inside my, his public hair tickling my ass. Then Herve takes his turn. Each time I feel so full of cock and more full of cum with each man’s deposited seed. As Herve pulls out of me, I sit back on my heels and feel something odd. I look down between my legs and my mouth opens. The guys see my response and look at the same location and smile. Their cum is running out of my open asshole and collecting on the ground in a small white puddle.
Now I have two holes for fucking. Over the next day now, that is occupying my imagination. How can I take advantage of that? I’m a smart girl, how can that be useful? Then, another obscene idea comes to mind. Wow, that would be amazing, beyond amazing! We have to try. But not right now. They are going to be convinced I am a wicked whore, at this rate. But sometime, yes, sometime, we will also try our first ever heard of double penetration of both my holes at the same time. I’ll have to figure that out and decide on an appropriate time to suggest it.
That last day we try other things in combinations, though. While being mated by one of the dogs or Wolf, I suck one of the men. Sometimes to his climax, sometimes purposefully to just keep aroused for him to fuck me after. They like the combinations as much as the single times. That’s when I can envision a time for all three of them at the same time, a double penetration plus my mouth. When we do that, I wonder if my mind will be blown away.
When we break camp, I ride behind one of them on their horse. Of course, I stay naked as I promised. I love it! It is another part of freedom, not confined by the mores of any society. I am naked with these men; I am fucked by these men and their dogs. And, by my Wolf. But I am not theirs. I am not commanded or demanded. It is just that I am free to give it to them.
We cover the entire length of the mountain range slope to as far South as they have normally gone. Near the Southern most part, we see a lone man on horse, leading a pack animal, far in the distance to the West. This is new and we note to ourselves to watch this area for others. There must be another route to this side of the mountains.
After several weeks, we are again near the South end of the lake and the old campsite along the river. Tupac wants to go to the village. I am curious why. “I hope it isn’t for a woman.”
“No, Maia, it is not to be with another woman.” The other two are watching his response. “I think you have spoiled us from every desiring another woman as long as you wish to be with us. You are certainly more woman than I have ever encountered before.”
Herve is nodding in agreement but adds, “I don’t want this to come out wrong and offensive, Maia, but knowing me it probably will. But, in many ways you are also more man than many men we have encountered.” He presented an immediate defensive posture, “Maia, you know that I think a lot of you as a woman. You are beautiful and sexy, VERY sexy.” He was actually blushing now that he got himself into this talking point. “What I am trying to say, is that you have skills in the wild, away from civilization, that rival even ours and that puts you ahead of most all other men.”
He still seemed a little nervous, but it was a nice thing for him say, even if it was awkward. I stepped up to him and took him in my arms. I looked up into his face, “Thank you, Herve. That was nice of you to say.” I kissed him on the mouth and his hands moved on my naked back. I pressed my groin into him and felt him hardening. I smiled at him, again.
I then moved to Tupac and gave him the same. I looked at Dreng, “I would have said those things, too. But …”
I hugged him and kissed him. “I know you would have. You’re just a little more shy.” I kissed him, “And I think that is nice.”
Turning back to Tupac, “So, if not for another woman, why are you wanting to go to the village?”
“Two reasons: First, to drink. We need to introduce you to one of our past-times when we get the chance to enjoy it; Second, you need some proper clothes and the women there can help us.”
“Clothes? You are tired of me being naked?”
He looked shocked, as did the other two. He recovered, “Are you insane? God, no! Are we tired … damn, we’d have to be eunuchs.” He was shaking his head. “No, no, no. It’s just that when you have to be clothed because of others or our proximity to others, you have said how the dress just gets in the way if you need to be active. We need to be ready to be active at all times, so that village dress just won’t do. I have an idea but we need to be in the village to discuss the options with a seamstress.”
If I discussed it anymore, it would be just to tease him further. I left it alone. And we headed for the village … after I put the dress on and climbed on the horse behind Tupac. I was so used to having the freedom of being naked that the dress seemed restrictive and made getting on the horse more difficult than it should have.
When we entered the village, there was an immediate buzz of interest, curiosity at seeing me, and some trepidation. The arrival of the Warriors usually brought its share of womanizing and drunkenness. Tupac rode the horses directly to the building of the seamstress, gave me his arm and swung me down to the ground. He directed Herve and Dreng to see to the few supplies we would be taking with us and to meet at the building housing the bar. Tupac entered the seamstress’ building with me following behind.
“Tupac, what a surprise. Did you break through your britches, again?”
He smiled at me with a little embarrassment, “No, ma’am. Not this time. My interest today is this young woman.”
She looked around him and saw me for the first time, “Maia, nice to see you, again, dear. I have to say, you don’t look much worse for wear. And your dress looks like it hasn’t been worn, what seems to be your need about her, Tupac?”
“It’s not the dress. She needs to be in trousers and shirts like we are. The dress just gets caught on things and gets in the way. What can you do?”
“Well, I think we can start with what we have for the older boys, that looks to be about the right start, then adjust some in the hips and in the top. It’s late in the day but if you stop back tomorrow I can have something to start adjusting.”
We thanked her and left. The Warriors were usually quite abrupt and the villagers were used to it. But, I wasn’t. I stopped at the door and turned to her, “Thank you. I know it is special work but it really will be better for me.”
“Not at all, dear. How is it going for you out there with those men?”
“Oh, fine. They are very nice to me. We fit well together. I couldn’t be happier.” I turned and left before she could see me having trouble controlling my face, from showing the smile I was feeling. How shocked would she be to know just how well we ‘fit’ together?
Tupac was waiting for me outside the door. “How much are you going to be doing that?”
“Thanking her? She’s going to be going out of her way to make these clothes for me. I thought she deserved a ‘thank you’.”
He looked at me and started for the building with the bar, “Huummmfff.”
Tupac order food and beer for all of us. It wasn’t quite late enough for the big drinking time so it was still peaceful in the building. I was digging into the food but looking at the beer.
Dreng noticed, “You’ve never had beer?”
“No.”
Tupac slid my mug closer to me, “Remember, Maia, drinking was the ‘first’ reason for coming to the village.” He had a challenging smile on his face. I take up the mug and try a sip. Not bad. The men are all drinking it easily so I don’t know why I would be surprised. I put it to my lips, again, and feel the bottom being lifted. I peek over the top and see it is Tupac with a finger applying a little assistance to raising the mug up for a healthy drink this time. I put it down finally and feel a little fuzzy in my head. That must be the alcohol, I reasoned. No, I have not had alcohol before, so the quick fuzzy feeling was a giveaway.
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