0 comments/ 18472 views/ 2 favorites The Old Man of the Mountain By: MrFalkirk Once upon a time there was an old man who lived in a cave carved out of the south side of a mountain. The cave sat in the middle of 50 acres of forests and cliffs that the man owned. The exterior of his cave looked like any other jumble of rocks. The living room window consisted of a single 25 square foot piece of non-reflective glass coated on the outside with a dull rocky pattern so as to blend in with the surroundings. The interior was a work of art with his living room and kitchen combination on the first floor and his bedroom, with a smaller window of the same material, was on the upper level. In the corner of the living room was a small alcove with a door which opened to his bathroom and toilet. Behind the wall at the rear of his living room was the natural extension of the cave which ran for hundreds of yards into the rock and was used for food storage. The rough floor of the cave was covered over with a framework of flooring that would not be out of place in the fanciest of houses owned by the rich. The man was not poor financially and had chosen to withdraw from society to live his life in this manner. After losing the love of his life to an insidious disease he found people no longer appealed to him on anything but a sexual basis. Interaction with friends had come to a standstill as he withdrew more and more from the everyday life around him. His depression drove most of their friends away and he did not pursue making any new friends to replace them. He had few bills to pay with an amazing amount of money resting in several very large certificates of deposits with several different banks, all within a few hundred miles of his cave home. He dressed as if he had little or no money though his clothing was clean, whenever he decided to wear any. Most of the time he wandered his stretch of woodland as naked as the day he was born some forty odd years ago. His body was not as hard as the rock with which he surrounded himself, but he had not allowed it to go to flab. His cock, when extended which was at least half the time, was at least eight inches in length and about three or four in circumference. He had his collection of porn movies to watch on his DVD equipped HD television set and his collection of porn novels to read if the mood overtook him, but most of the time he surfed the internet looking for something he may never find--someone willing to permanently live the life he had chosen to live, hidden away on the side of a mountain with the nearest neighbor easily five miles away. Masturbation was a release that he was familiar with though he detested the thought of having to resort to such means to relieve the pressure in his genitals. That his genitals needed relief several times a day was an inconvenience, but not become his desired method of having sex. Then came the fateful morning that changed his life forever. He was walking along the lower cliff facing wearing nothing but a pair of boots on his feet when he came across a young woman laying nearly naked across the path near one edge of his property. The night before had brought high winds and heavy rains, but this girl hadn't fallen before or during the rain because there was mud all over her from head to foot. The man picked her up and carried her back to his cave house putting her on the sofa while he cleaned the mud off of her and removed her torn clothing, what little of it there was on her battered and bruised body. It was painfully obvious to him that despite her bruises she was a gorgeous woman with somewhat heavy but firm breasts, a fairly narrow waist, and generous hips. Her legs were long and when he parted them to clean the mud off her, he couldn't help but notice the cleft with its large lips between them. He was tempted to slip his finger into her grotto since it had been a very long time between female companions, but he decided that if he did know her carnally, it would be on her terms, not his. He then carried her up to his bed and put her naked beneath the covers. From time to time he checked on his guest and mopped her brow when the sweat formed. Toward evening while he was fixing some soup to take up to the girl, he heard a noise and looked up to find her staring at him. She was wrapped in the thin blanket that he had left at the foot of the bed. In deference to her, he had already put on a pair of cut-off sweat pants but was otherwise naked. "Where am I?" "Ah, I see you are back amongst the living. Good." "Where am I and where are my clothes?" "You are safe. You are where nobody will hurt you. You are my guest and I protect my guests from harm. You had very few clothes on when I found you, but you can find them over there in the trash can. That's all they are fit for right now." "Who are you?" "I could ask you the same question. My name is Ian. Welcome to Culloden Cave." "Culloden Cave?" "My home. It's cut into the side of the mountain at the base of which I found your partially clad body this morning. Sit down. I've got some soup that may help you get some of your strength back and I don't need you falling and getting blood all over my clean floor. Now as I was saying, I found you this morning during one of my walks and I carried you back here, stripped your filthy and torn clothes off of your body and cleaned you from head to foot. By the way, I'm glad you are a natural redhead." "You brought me here? Who gave you the right to bring me any where?" "Whoa! Hold on there. If you want to be back out there on the trail in your half-naked state, put those clothes on and get the hell out of my house!" "But, I can't put those clothes on. They're beyond torn. They're filthy rags." "Yes, they are. Who are you and how did you end up laying half naked on my property?" "I'm sorry. My name is Janice but all my friends call me Jan." "OK, that's a start. Here's your soup. Watch out--it's hot. Now, Jan where are you from?" "I'm from Atlanta." "Little girl, you are a very long way from home. As you can see, this is not Atlanta or even a suburb of Atlanta. Hell, Charlottesville, Virginia is closer than Atlanta and that isn't very close by." "Just where am I?" "You are in the Blue Ridge of eastern Tennessee. The closest town or city of any size is Bristol and that'll take you a while to get to across those mountains to the west. Damascus, Virginia isn't too far as the crow flies, but by road it'd take you the better part of a day and a half to walk it." "You said I was in a cave? This looks like a pretty nice house to me." "Thank you. I've tried to make sure that I have all the comforts of the outside world including television and my computer. I even have a telephone if you need one. But, this house is actually a cave, just a cave that has been rearranged to suit my wants and needs. Now, tell me, Jan from Atlanta, how did you come to be in this forgotten part of Tennessee? And what's your last name?" "I don't know. The last thing that I remember was going to a party with my boyfriend in Atlanta. I can't remember my last name." "And when was that party, Jan 'no last name?'" "That was on Saturday night. It was at the house of one of my girlfriends and she had an open bar. I-I guess we drank a bit too much, but I've never been so drunk that I didn't know where I was." "Well, today is Tuesday. I found you this morning about a half mile from here. You were laying in the mud at the foot of a thirty foot drop. Your clothes were torn and you were not wearing underwear. Do you always go to parties without underwear?" "Hell no! I mean, no I don't. I'm not that kind of girl." "I never said you were." I placed a bowl of soup on the table and sat down ready to eat my supper now that my guest had been fed. "Well what do I do for clothes?" "No, Jan, that might be a problem. You see, since I live her clothing is the exception rather than the rule. I have a set of clothes that I go to the market in every six months or so, but little else. i do have an extra pair of cut off shorts you can wear. They may be a bit loose. I don't know about anything to cover your lovely breasts, but maybe we can improvise something. We'll see. Eat up. Your soup is going to get cold. You don't sound like your from Atlanta." "Actually, I'm one of those damn Yankees that moved south and stayed. I was born and raised in Boston." "Yes, that would be more in keeping with your accent. So, what kind of work do you do?" "I'm a consultant with a large company that makes and sells lingerie. I guess I'm pretty good at it. I've got more money than I know what to do with and can really enjoy myself without working too hard any more." "You look fine without the lingerie." "How would you know? Oh, that's right, you've seen me totally naked. Thank you, for both the compliment and for cleaning me up. Hmmmmm. This soup is heavenly. What is it?" As she ate, the blanket slipped from her shoulders exposing one of her breasts with its pert little nub of a nipple standing out from the tip. "You're very welcome. It was hard for me not to take advantage of the situation, but I managed to resist temptation. The soup? Just odds and ends from the refrigerator and a little pasta and diced tomatoes. Nothing fancy, but it keeps the body functioning." "Well, it is good." "Thank you." I finished my soup as she finished hers. I retrieved a pair of shorts that I had outgrown and handed them to her. Without a thought, she dropped the blanket revealing herself to me. My cock immediately tented my own shorts as she slipped hers on. Then I rummaged around and found a forgotten t-shirt that was full of holes, but which would cover her breasts. She glanced down at my genitals and smiled. "I see that you do think I am pretty." "I-I-I'm sorry. I should have turned around or something." "No, it's your house. If I had wanted privacy I would have asked for it. You've seen my naked body so what's to hide? I'm just more comfortable walking around in clothes than I am without them." "I understand. I'm just the opposite. I'm much more comfortable naked." We sat and watched a few comedies on television until it was quite dark outside. I glanced at the clock over the television and saw that it was way past my normal bedtime. I got up and started to straighten out the living area. "Ian, I only saw one bed upstairs." "That's because there's only me and I very seldom, if ever, have any overnight company." "Well, it's getting dark out there and I don't think I can walk to Damascus tonight, do you?" "Of course not." "I'll just take the couch and sleep on it tonight." "No, you're a guest in my house and you get the bed. I insist." "I'm not kicking you out of your bed. If you want, we can share it." "I don't think that would be a good idea." "Why not?" "It's been almost six months since I've been in the same bed as a woman and I can't promise I will behave." "Well, Ian, there is behaving and then there is behaving. We'll just have to see which one you and I are going to choose." She walked past him and walked up the ramp to the second floor bedroom. There she pulled the t-shirt off and shucked the shorts stepping out of them. She stood beside the bed wearing nothing but her red hair and a smile. Ian had slowly followed her up the ramp and dropped his useless shorts to the floor. His cock stood straight out before him like a medieval lance looking to spear an unsuspecting foe. She reached out her hand and took his prick into her hands pulling it gently from the root to the tip in slow measured strokes. Ian was groaning almost immediately and when she dropped to her knees to inhale his cock with her mouth, the moistness put him past the point of no return and he exploded in her mouth sending spurt after spurt of hot cum down her greedily swallowing throat and into her stomach. She milked every last drop from his now shrinking dick and smacked her lips as she rose to her feet. "Now, that is what I call behaving!" "I can't believe that I came that fast or had so much cum in my balls." "You tasted good lover. Want to repay the favor?" For an answer, Ian gently lowered her to the bed and spread her legs apart. He stiffened his tongue and drove it hard against her hooded clit. Then he softened his attack and licked her pussy lips from top to bottom over and over again until she was panting and grunting her way to a shuddering orgasm that left her totally weak. Ian marvelled at how tight her pussy was around his tongue and wondered how it would feel wrapped around his cock which was now dripping a second load of pre-cum all over the sheets. As he moved up her body, Jan reached down grabbing his ass with one hand and leading his cock to her honey hole with the other. Ian penetrated her slowly wanting to savor the exquisite pain and joy of the moment. Her pussy was as tight around his dick as he had imagined it would be and felt like a hot, moist skin-tight glove as he slowly sank balls deep in her love box. He held that position for a few seconds just savoring the feelings greeting his cock in her warm cunt. Then, as if on cue, they both began a slow languid movement. Since the edge had been taken off both of their needs, the fuck was slow and easy building steadily to a climax that both knew would be extra strong. Slowly the pace quickened until his cock was pistoning in and out of her twat as fast as a jackhammer. She met his every thrust with one of her own and as her excitement rose, her pussy moistened even more making it easier and easier for Ian to penetrate to her cervix. When neither thought they could take any more, Ian's balls began to churn and spew forth its hot live giving fluid. His cum set Jan off like a firecracker and her body shuddered its way to another massive climax. Still joined at the genitals they both fell into a deep sleep and slept until Ian had to use the bathroom in the morning. As he made his morning coffee, Ian turned on the morning news from Bristol. The lead story of the day was the on-going search for a young lady named Janice Walters who was last seen in Atlanta on Saturday night. The police were asking for help from anybody who may have information about her whereabouts. She had been reported missing by her husband. Then the station showed a recent photo of the woman still sleeping in my bed upstairs. Half an hour later Jan came downstairs, still as naked as the day she was born. "Well, I know who you are." "You do?" "Yes. You're all over the morning news. Your name is Janice Walters from Atlanta and your husband reported you missing." "I know I am not married!" "According to the news report, your husband Greg went to the police when you didn't return from a party." "Greg's my boyfriend, not my husband. Oh my God! I am beginning to remember now." "Remember what?" "I think I need to use your telephone. I need to call my lawyer in Atlanta. It's important." "I'm sure it is. Help yourself. You want me to step outside?" Ian pointed out the telephone on the wall near the door. "No. You may need to hear what I have to say." She picked up the telephone and dialed the number without hesitation from memory. "Ernie? This is Jan. ...I'm in east Tennessee. I'm fine. Listen, did Greg give you some papers last week or even as recently as yesterday? ...He did. When? Yesterday. ...What were they? ...A marriage certificate? Ernie, I didn't get married. When was it dated? ...Last week. Ernie I was with you that day, remember? Yes, and your wife Marilyn was there too. ...Yes, Ernie, its a forgery. I think Greg tried to kill me sometime between Saturday night and Monday night. He dumped me over a cliff. I think he drugged me at the party." Jan listened for a moment or two and then concluded "Ernie, I'm safe. Let the police know that I'm OK. ...No, don't tell them about what I think Greg did. We can handle him in our own good time. ...Ian, what's your phone number here?" "Its area code (759) 555-1567." "Ernie, I can be reached at this number. Are you ready? OK. It's 759-555-1567. No, do NOT tell Greg where I am. If he asks, you just tell him that I called and that I am well, do you understand? He'll know where to start looking for me, I'm sure. Let's see what that bad boy will do when he finds out that I'm alive and well. See you later, Ernie. Give my best to Marilyn and the kids, OK? Bye, now." As she turned around and faced Ian, she asked "Do you have a rifle or something here?" "Yes. I've got several rifles and a couple of pistols. Why?" "I think we're going to need them. I think you're going to get to meet my ex-boyfriend. I don't think it will be a pleasant meeting. I can't believe that Greg would do something like this to get hold of my money. All he had to do was wait me out until I was ready to get married and he could have easily had half of it without any trouble at all." "Some people are just plain greedy." The Old Man of the Mountain and his house guest settled down next to each other on the sofa. Both thought they had the perfect way to pass a day waiting for trouble to arrive. Both of them were right and they ended up taking an afternoon siesta after fucking each other to several orgasms each. Just what would the next day bring? The Old Man of the Mountain Ch. 02 Since Jan's phone call to her lawyer, we worked to make sure we were ready in case Greg decided to show up and try to find her. Ian had seen women who were determined before, but something that her lawyer had said had changed Jan, and Ian didn't know if he liked the change. Still there were preparations to be made for a potentially unexpected and unwelcomed guest. Ian showed Jan the various perimeter sensing devices set in a semi-circle at the base of the cliff and about 100 yards from the house. He also showed Jan how his entire house was designed to blend in with the cliff so as to be virtually invisible to the casual eye. The two rifles and a shotgun came out and were loaded before being placed at strategic spots around the house with extra ammunition on hand. For the entire day, Ian walked around with his cock pointing the way since Jan was in no way inclined to cover her luscious body. In the early afternoon, just after lunch, as Ian sat in his favorite chair, Jan came over and sat in his lap making sure to line his hard cock up with her gaping pussy. As his dick slowly entered the heavenly warmth and moisture of Jan's cunt, Ian moaned his appreciation. He pulled Jan's head to him and almost savagely kissed her sinking his tongue deep within her willing mouth. Her tongue fought back and soon entered his mouth, exploring almost all the way to his throat. Jan wiggled her little butt with its flaming red pubic hair against Ian's pubic bone causing him to hump up at her demanding hole. She giggled as she felt his prick getting still harder in her warm cave of delights. Then she started a slow easy movement as Ian sucked first one and then the other of her nipples into his mouth where both is teeth and his tongue paid homage. She moaned her appreciation as her slickened cunt walls slipped up and down on Ian's spear. She ground her cunt harder and harder into Ian's lap and, giving a little cry of delight, she came all over his cock and balls. The little shudders and tremors that rippled through her body were enough to push Ian over the edge and he filled her honey pot with some hot sperm-ladened cream. As they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, one of the perimeter alarms softly went off. Ian almost threw Jan off his lap in his haste to silence the low buzzing sound and check where the sensor was located. The location was almost where he had found Jan the day before. Then the two of them hurriedly went up to the upper level and looked out the small window in the direction of the sensor. "Is that Greg?" "Yes. Damn it! I was really hoping he wouldn't come. I didn't really want to believe he'd do that to me. Well, now I know. What are we going to do?" "Nothing. I'm going to silence the rest of the alarms and as long as Greg doesn't find the house and try to get in, we are safest doing nothing at all. He's not too likely to find anything that looks like a place you could hide. What bothers me is that he came back here looking for you." "But I can't hide here forever. I have a life to live, Ian, and I can't lead it trapped in some cave in the side of a mountain. I think Greg came back here because this is where he dumped me." "You may be right about the reason Greg came back here. And, I know you can't hide here, Jan. I was... Well, never mind what I was." "You were what?" "Just a dream I had last night after we made love. It doesn't really matter." "Of course it matters. Dreams are a doorway to the soul, aren't they?" "Jan, let's not go down that road right now, OK?" "What the fuck is he doing, Ian?" "Looks like he found some of my footprints. But, relax. Everything for fifty yards around the front of the house is solid rock and he won't be able to follow my footprints for long." They watched Greg blunder around the rock garden that was Ian's front yard, never coming within twenty yards of Ian's cave home. After thirty minutes of fruitless wandering, Greg sat down on a rock and put his head in his hands. He was obviously worried about something. After a few more minutes, he took out a cell phone, turned away from the cave and made a call. While they couldn't hear what was being said, it became obvious from his movements that Greg was getting very angry over something that he was being told. When he hung up, he acted as if he were going to throw the cell phone over the side of the mountain, but stopped and made another phone call. This time he looked as if he were giving somebody orders as he faced the cave's windows. "I wish I could read lips." "I can, Ian, and that bastard just took out a contract on me for $25,000." Jan seemed outwardly calm even though her emotions were being taken for a roller coaster ride. "I guess I can scratch one boyfriend." "From the way it's beginning to look, he's only after your money." "Yes, and that's what hurts the most. If he had waited a little while longer, I was ready to set a date to marry the son of a bitch." Ian and Jan watched Greg picked up some of the stuff he had brought with him, leaving trash and an empty drink bottle behind to litter Ian's front yard. He left the way he had come, not knowing that he had been within twenty yards of his prey. Suddenly Jan broke into tears and leaned her naked body against Ian. As Ian put his arms around her and drew her closer, he could feel her hard nipples pressing against his chest. His hands caressed her back and she responded by wrapping her arms around his waist. As Ian looked down, Jan looked up and their mouths met in a frenzied duel that lasted long moments until their mouths parted and they started to peck at each other with their lips. "Ian, I want to be fucked. I don't want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me hard and fast until I scream." "If that's what the lady wants, then I will be more than willing to fuck the shit out of her." Ian grabbed her and almost threw her down on the floor. His body landed on top of her and without any tenderness, he stabbed her cunt with his cock causing her to gasp in pain as his fleshy spear impaled her. She was only lightly lubed by her fluids and he was in pain himself as he entered her a second and third time. Her body responded by secreting the fluids that would make the copulation easier to achieve and Ian picked up the pace brutally pressing her into the carpet. At this pace he knew he wasn't going to last long. His cock strokes were savagely hard and fast like a well greased piston pounding her into the floor. She moaned, she gasped, and she panted, but she never did scream. Ian increased the force and speed even more despite the feeling that his cock was being rubbed raw by her cunt. Then she screamed and Ian flooded her cunt with is hot creamy lifegiving sperm. Panting, he collapsed on top of her. With his sides heaving he rolled onto the floor next to her shuddering body, still climaxing without a cock or her fingers inside her. "My God, Ian, that was good." Jan panted. "Sometimes I just want a good hard fuck to clear my head and set things in perspective, you know?" "Well, I'll be happy to oblige any time you want, but I really prefer a gentle lovemaking over an animalistic fuck. Animals can do what I just did to you. I want to put a little bit more of effort into making the woman feel wanted and loved, not just fucked like a rag doll." "I know. I also know that this sounds crazy, Ian, but I'm beginning to fall in love with you." "Jan, I'm no prize. I've been around the block more times than I care to count. When I was younger, I didn't care how I got my rocks off. Hard or gentle didn't matter as long as I shot my load into a willing pussy. But, with you, I don't like the hard stuff. I want to love you and protect you from harm. I guess I'm falling for you, too." They picked themselves off the floor and Jan reached for the phone. For an hour she talked with her lawyer in Atlanta and afterwards had a look of complete satisfaction on her face. "Ian, how can I get to Atlanta?" "Well, you can walk to Bristol up in Virgina and take a bus or walk an additional ten miles or so to the airport and take an airplane." "Isn't there any other way?" "yep. I'm just not sure if I want to do it." "What's that?" "Well about a hundred yards from here I have a garage hewn out of this same cliff and I have an MG stashed in that garage. The driveway is over some hard rocks, but it doesn't leave tire prints and the MG is gassed up and ready to go." "Why don't you want to do it?" "Jan, I don't know how to say this. I know we just met the a very short time ago, but I either really like somebody or really hate them. You I really like and I don't want to lose you in a big city like Atlanta." "Ian, that's sweet, but until Greg is put behind bars, I really can't stay with you. Maybe afterwards I could, but not until he is in jail. I can't be looking over my shoulder waiting for him to try to kill me again." "I know all that. Well, let me know when you want to leave and I'll get the MG out of the garage." "Just let me get a few clothes on." "Yeah, I guess I better get some on, too." Ian and Jan were on the road within five minutes, but they did not stop in Bristol. They picked up the interstate and drove through to her home in Atlanta getting there after dark. After parking the car, Jan walked up to the front door and rummaged around the flower pot until she came up with the key to the door lock. She let them inside and then turned on the foyer light after closing the door. Ian was speechless. He had never seen such luxury as he was looking at just then. The foyer was almost as large as some rooms he had been in. Jan took his hand and tugged him along up the staricase to the second floor. She flung open the door to a bedroom and dragged Ian over to the bed. "Ian, you've got too many clothes on." "Only as much as you do." Ian started undoing the buttons on his shirt and felt Jan's hands rubbing his chest and his back as she pulled him into a deep passionate kiss. "I want you to make love to me this time. No hurried fuck. Just some slow, sweet lovemaking." "Whatever the lady wants, is just what the lady will get" Ian responded as he watched her t-shirt climb over the twin mounds of her breasts, quickly joining his clothing on the floor. He fondled Jan's breasts as he laid her back on the bed, slipping between her spread legs. His tongue slowly traced the outer limits of her pussy's outer lips. His hands kneaded ther breasts and tweaked her nipples to full erection. When he had her moaning, his tongue dipped deep into her tasty honey pot and licked her pussy juices as they flowed from her inner body. Leaving the entrance to her cunt with his mouth, he slipped the fingers of one hand into her hot twat. His tongue dipped lower and penetrated her ass hole after fighting its way past the muscle guarding the entrance. Her hands pulled his head tighter against her crotch as her body shuddered through its first of many orgasms of the young evening. As Ian lifted his head, she pulled him up and kissed him with a growing passion, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Then Jan pushed him back and lowered her head to his penis, sucking it deep inside her mouth and trying very hard to swallow his phallus whole. Now it was Ian's turn to moan in pleasure. He warned her of his impending cum, but she merely added more suction to her efforts and drew several long, hard, hot blasts of semen from his body. After she had licked up every drop of cum from his now shrinking cock, she rolled over into his arms and kissed him once again. "Are you ready to love my pussy now?" "I thought I had." "I mean with that lovely prick of yours." "Well, if you can get it hard enough to penetrate, then I'm ready, not until." Jan sucked his cock back to life and lowered her hungry cunt down over it, feeling the cock penetrate all the way to her cervix. She hissed her appreciation as he bottomed out and started moving her hips in that age old dance of life. Ian didn't have the urgency to cum and the slow love making took them both to the highest of highs before they exploded in and on each other. Then they merely rolled into each others arms and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep which ended only when the sun shone through the windows the following morning. When Ian opened his eyes the next morning, he watched Jan put the finishing touches on her make up. "How long have you been up?" "About an hour. You were sleeping so well that I didn't want to wake you. I have to leave to meet my lawyer and then we can take up where we left off last night, if you want to." "I want to do that very much." "Good. I'll be back in a couple of hours or so. Kate can get you anything you need." "Kate?" "Yes, my maid and cook." Jan pushed a button on her dresser and a young girl in a pair of shorts and a printed blouse came to the door. "Yes,ma'am?" "Kate, can you get Ian some coffee and something to eat, please?" "Yes, ma'am. How do you like your coffee, sir?" "Black, no sugar. And please, the name is Ian, not sir." "Yes, sir. Would you like anything else, sir?" Looking at her, Ian was tempted "yes, you", but decided that Jan may not like his sense of humor so early in the morning. Kate turned on her heel and went out the door. "Pretty girl." "Yes, she really is, isn't she. She also helps me in other ways." "Such as?" "Such as right now, I really don't have time to explain. I'll tell you later when I get back." Ian found himself alone laying naked under the blankets of a nice large bed. Jan was leaving for her appointment. He closed his eyes as he heard Jan say something to Kate and opened them when Kate entered the room with his coffee. Kate moved with a grace that one usually attributes to cats. Her movements seemed to make her slink across the floor with the coffee tray. "She's a lovely lady, Kate." "Yes, she really is lovely." The two of them watched through the balcony window, Kate at the window and Ian from under the covers in the bed as Jan got into her Jaguar and wheeled out of the circular drive. "Well, now that she's back, I have a lot to do, so if you'll excuse me, sir." "Of course, but you can call me Ian if you like." "Whether I would like to or not, I won't, sir. That isn't my place and I just won't do it." "OK." He was already speaking to Kate's back as she left the room. Ian began to guess in what other ways Kate may be helping Jan, but could not find it in himself to pass judgement, even if he had all the facts, which of course, he didn't. Ian got up and found clothes in a box at the foot of the bed with a note that said that they had been ordered last night and that Jan hoped they were the right size. He pulled the pants on and found that they fit just about perfectly. The shirt was a bit large, but nothing that would cause any trouble. Sipping his hot black coffee, he left the bedroom and started wandering through the house. The room across the hall turned out to be a library of sorts with all kinds of interesting books on the shelves. There was also a computer monitor sitting slightly off-center of the desk. Ian pulled up a chair, pput his coffee cup down, sat thinking for a long time while staring at the computer screen and then seemed to make up his mind. He sat at the computer keyboard and typed out a short note. When he had re-read the note and made a few minor corrections, he saved it to the hard drive. He then printed it and deleted the file that he had just created. He folded the note in half and scrawled Jan's name on it before putting it in the center of the desk and walking out of the house. He climbed into the driver's seat of his car and turned the ignition key. Within minutes, the house and Jan were in his past and he started whistling a sorrowful Scots ballad as he found his way back out the the interstate heading north. The 1500 cc Triumph engine in the MG Midget purred mile after mile as he drove back to his cave. His note had thanked Jan for her hospitality and explained that he needed to get back to more familiar surroundings. In short, he said good-bye to somebody whose world he could never fit into without more pain than he wanted to give to the effort. The wind whipped through his hair as the miles rolled past under the wheels of his Midget. When he got back to his cave home, he wandered around the place aimlessly for three days before drinking himself into a stupor and passing out on the floor in the living room. When he awoke, he drank himself back to sleep and slept this time on the couch instead of the floor. Ian was miserable and he knew why. He craved Jan's hot pussy wrapped around his stiff cock and her soft, yet firm, tits pressing against his chest. In his mind, he must have fucked her eight days to Sunday before he passed out for the night just as the empty bottle hit the floor with a quiet thud. On the morning of the third day, Ian decided that he had had enough of getting drunk, besides he was out of Scotch and that was the only alcoholic drink he kept in the house. He showered and started to change into fresh clothes when he decided that he was going to walk around his own house stark naked. He sat down in his favorite chair and picked up the novel he had been reading before Jan came into his life. After a while, he became immersed in the book and didn't pay attention to the time. By suppertime he was famished and took out a steak to put on his built-in grill. He opened a bottle of Pinot Noir to let it breathe and built himself a salad, deciding that he had to make a Scotch run in the morning. As Ian was pouring the wine, his driveway alarm went off. He looked up at the security monitor and saw Jan's Jaguar pulling up to the garage entrance. A smile broke over his face as he opened the freezer for a second steak to grill. Then he reached for a second wine glass. What Ian saw next startled him. Both doors of the Jaguar opened and first Jan and then Kate stepped out of the car. Both of them were completely naked except for their lovely smiles. Ian reached back and took out a third steak and retrieved another wine glass. He then went to the front door and opened it. When Jan and Kate had reached the door, they were each met with a glass of Pinot Noir. "I was hoping you'd come. Come in, both of you are more than welcome." "Thank you, Ian. Kate has decided that she would like to become part of our household." "You obviously told her about the dress code." Ian's eyes ran up and down Kate's compact five foot three inch body with 34B breasts jutting out from her chest. He noticed that she shaved her pussy and almost reached out to touch. "Go ahead. Kate doesn't bite. She told me how horny you had made her when you were at the house and how hard it was for her to walk away from the bedroom and your body." "Really? I thought she wasn't interested." Ian reached out and touched a very firm breast belonging to Kate's fine body. His cock started its rise and Kate's hand went down to stroke it, encouraging it to stiffen even more. "I would love to oblige you right now, Kate, but I have three very nice steaks grilling and a salad in the making." "May I help with the salad?" "Yes, Kate, you can, if you want to." "Thank you. I love salads and can do some amazing things with just a few ingredients." "She really can, Ian. Kate is one reason I have to watch what I eat." "Well, I don't care how much you eat, you look good enough to eat! I've had a hankering for the taste of pussy." "Good. Kate and I can offer two very distinct vintages and I think you will like them both. Won't he Kate." "You can bet your cock on it Ian. Jan and I are going to fuck you silly." "What happened with Greg? Isn't he a threat to you anymore?" "Oh, him. Seems he was killed in an automobile accident day before yesterday. Some mechanic failed to tighten his brake lines and he ran head-on into a tractor trailer rig on the interstate. He left me a fortune that he'd never told me about when he 'married' me." The Old Man of the Mountain Ch. 02 "Oh, really. And you had absolutely nothing to do with it? Are the police sure that's what happened to the brake lines?" "No, I would have liked to have had something to do with it, but I didn't. The police sure are convinced that's what happened. They checked to see if they'd been tampered with, but there was no sign of anything but a leak when the line came loose." "So you are now a widow." "Yes, and a very wealthy one at that. It seems by forging my name to the marriage license, he left me everything he had and that was quite a bit. Of course I told my lawyer not to fight the marriage and to represent me in probate court." "Of course." "You do realize that we are going to have to expand this cave to give Kate a room of her own, don't you?" "Really? Kate, do you really want a room of your own?" "Not if I can sleep with the two of you." "Hmmmm. That might be a solution. At least for now. What do you think, Jan?" "A temporary fix, but I can see where my lover and I can share your cock, at least for a little while." "I thought you two were involved." "Upset?" "Not at all. Two hot pussies getting licked in front of my eyes ought to make sure my cock stays hard all the time. Oh, Kate, rule number one was no clothes unless we're having company, but rule number two is that my cock can take either one of you whenever and wherever I want. OK?" "Sounds good. Is he any good in bed, Jan?" "Oh, yes, Kate, he sure is. I wouldn't have driven all this way if he wasn't any good in bed. He's almost too much for me to handle." I grabbed her around the waist. "Flattery like that will get you fucked before dinner." "You want the steaks to burn?" "Spoilsport. Well, I get you first after supper." "Deal!" Ian, Jan, and Kate sat down to steak and mashed potatoes with a salad on the side. The wine flowed freely and soon they were in their third bottle. The buzz from the wine was pleasant but not overpowering. After they had helped Ian put the dishes in the dishwasher, Jan and Kate came together in a passionate embrace. Their mouths molded themselves around each other and their two sets of lovely breasts were crushed between their bodies. Ian watched and felt his cock stir in appreciation of the show in front of him. "Come on you two. The bed is upstairs and has room enough for all of us in it." The girls reluctantly broke their kiss and followed Ian upstairs. When they reached the bed, they literally fell into it. As they resumed their kiss, Ian felt two hands grab his dick and start jerking it. He reached between their legs and gave each of them a slow finger fuck that soon had them writhing on the bed in lust. Kate pushed Jan off of her and twisted around into the classic sixty-nine position. Two mouths now fought Ian's fingers for the pussies that were already dripping hot fluids all over the bed clothes. Kate stiffened her tongue and drilled it into Jan's hot snatch as Ian climbed up behind her and impaled her with his fleshy spear. Jan licked and sucked on both Kate and Ian as his hardened cock pistoned in and out of Kate's cunt. The dual attention soon had Kate shuddering in an intense orgasm with Jan receiving a fresh supply of sexy fluids. Kate's shuddering set Ian's cock over the edge and he filled and overfilled her cunt with his hot sperm. The overflow went into Jan's hungry mouth as she lay under the junction of their bodies. Kate's tongue set off the fire crackers in Jan's head and she shuddered her way to her climax. Ian and Kate rolled off Jan and lay beside her on the bed. "Kate, welcome to Culloden Cave. My home is your home for as long as you want. All I ask is that you never tell anybody where it is." "After that delicious fuck, I could stay her forever. Ian, you were great." "You weren't too shabby yourself. You have a nice tight cunt and I love my cunts tight." "Better than Jan's?" "Kate, I'm not going down that road with you or anybody else. You both have great cunts that feel really good wrapped around my cock. Let's leave it at that, OK?" "OK. I just wanted to know how to be better than I was." "Sweetheart, just be yourself. My cock will tell you when you are doing things right--it'll spit all kinds of creamy white stuff deep inside you if you're doing thing the way they should be done. If not, it'll go soft and slip out of your pussy. And, I have yet to find a pussy that my cock slips out of soft before it blows its load." In the meantime, Jan had turned around and was eating Ian's cock juice out of her lover's snatch. Ian watched as Jan gobbled up every drop of his cum and licked Kate's pussy clean. Then she twisted around and took his hardening cock between her lips, her tongue working miracles in rejuvenating his reviving fuck stick which was soon ready for another round of fucking. Jan scooted around and impaled herself on Ian's rigid pole sighing as she felt him enter and maoning with pleasure when he bottomed out and she could feel his balls touching her pussy lips. Kate lowered her snatch to Ian's greedy mouth and he quickly spered her love box with his tongue, licking her from ass to clit and teasing her little nubbin with a few extra licks. The trio quickly reached almost simultaneous orgasms and collapsed in a tangled heap drifting off into a deep and dreamless sleep that lasted until the morning sun streamed through the window. Ian woke to the smell of hot sex and an empty bed. The sheets were a cum soaked mess. The girls were nowhere in sight, but he could hear an occasional piece of laughter from down below. Jan yelled up to him "Ian are you going to sleep all day? We have breakfast ready. You can have bacon and eggs with hash brown potatoes or you can have some super-hot pussy." "I'll be right down!" Wow, has my life and my cave changed thought Ian. He only wondered what he would take, the food or the pussy. Well, there was plenty of time for both, wasn't there?