1 comments/ 62466 views/ 10 favorites The Trail By: Scoob It was a warm July day and I had driven up into the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, just outside Estes Park, Colorado to go for a run on one of my favorite trails in the Roosevelt National Forest. I like this trail because it is relatively undiscovered. The trailhead begins just off an unpaved, dirt road, about four miles from any paved highway. There is no parking at the trailhead and only a tiny sign pointing the way. To park, you have to drive up the road another half-mile to a small pull-out. I have never seen another car here. This day was different, however. There was a new Toyota 4X4 pick-up parked in the pull-out. I squeezed my car in behind it and headed off running back down the road to the trailhead. This trail is a favorite because it provides access to a wide variety of natural features. The 10-mile-long trail treats its visitors to open ponderosa pine forests, sunny meadows and dense lodge-pole pine forests. I especially like the meadows, particularly on a sunny, hot July day like that day. By the time I got to the trailhead, I was already sweating. As I strode up the trail, I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, leaving just my short, black running shorts and socks and shoes. I don't usually wear these shorts in public, except when I run on remote trails. While the shorts are standard issue for runners, I feel a little awkward in them. As I said, they are short. They are cut high up the sides and made of a mesh-type material with a pair of black briefs sewn inside. They are extremely comfortable, but just a bit more revealing that I normally am comfortable with. Nonetheless, shirtless and sweating, it felt pretty good running in these skimpy shorts. After a mile or two, I began to get a side stitch, or cramp. I walked for a bit, taking in the sights and sounds of the woods. I could hear every bird chirping and every chipmunk rustling in the dry grasses. The warm sun felt great on my bare shoulders and back. I'll bet it would feel good on the rest of me too, I thought. I decided to leave the trail and find a secluded, off-the-beaten-path meadow to do a bit of nude sunbathing. After all, the odds of seeing someone out here were almost nil. Better Than Cats At the base of a rise, I broke off from the trail and headed cross county in a direction that seemed promising for a flat, open meadow. After 10 minutes or so, I could see a break in the trees ahead that was flooded with bright sunlight. I made my way through the thick stand of lodge-pole pines and was about to step into the meadow when I caught a flash of white out of the corner of my eye. I stopped just inside the thick forest and watched as a woman, standing about 100 feet away, paused and took a long swig from a water bottle. She was about 5'10'' with long, straight light brown hair. She was wearing a tight, white sports bra, black nylon shorts rolled up at the waist and hiking shoes. She presented a striking sight. She had an athletic build. Even in the tight, compressing sports bra, I could tell she had perfect-sized, round breasts. Her shorts fit her backside like a glove. Rolling them up at the waist resulted pulled up tight against her heart-shaped ass. After sating her thirst, she bent down and began fumbling through a small daypack I hadn't noticed before. She pulled out a white bath towel and spread it on the ground. She looked around, as if she was worried someone might see her do something bad. Seeing no one, including me, she pealed off her sports bra, tossed in on the day back and put her hands over each now-naked breast. Again, she scouted the area for visitors. Seeing none, she dropped her hands to her shorts and slid them quickly off her hips, exposing a pair of skimpy white g-string panties. She had her back to me, offering an amazing view of her gorgeous tan butt cheeks. The g-string, from the back, was just that, nothing but thin strings. The string ran daringly up from between her ass cheeks, lacing over her hips and connecting, I presumed, to a tiny white triangle of fabric covering her pussy. The string was so thin that her ass cheeks hid it until it emerged from the top of her crack. This was incredibly sexy. She bent over at the waist to pick up her shorts, offering me an unobstructed view of her ass. I now could see the string that ran up her ass as her cheeks naturally spread apart a bit as she bent over. She picked up her shorts and tossed them on her pack with her sports bra. Standing there in just this g-string, she raised her arms up over her head and began stretching, reaching as high as she could. As she reached up, she turned giving me a full view of her amazing breasts. They appeared firm and round with nicely proportioned, relatively small nipples. Even from my distant vantage point, I could tell her nipples were hard. A slight breeze from the west, coupled with the sheen of sweat glistening between her breasts, must have provided just enough chill to snap them to attention. Relaxing from her stretch, she again dropped her hands to her hips, hooked her thumbs under the strings of her panties, slipped them down over her knees, let them drop to her ankles and stepped her left foot out of them. With a sudden kick of her right leg, she sent the g-string aloft and caught it with a quick stab of her right hand. Wow! Sexy and dexterous. Not a bad combo. Standing there now totally nude, she turned a slow circle scanning her meadow. At this point, I was sitting on the ground, mostly hidden by some sort of shrub, well out of sight to anyone not expecting company. As her turn brought her facing in my direction, I got my first sight of her pubic area. Much to my surprise, it seemed she had no pubic hair. Could it be she had joined the ranks of porn stars and Rio De Janeiro beach babes in regularly shaving her pussy? When she finished her latest scouting mission, she sat down on the towel, stretched out with arms at her side and basked in the glorious Colorado July sunshine. As she lay down, she became mostly out of sight. The dry grasses of the meadow and the shrub I was sitting behind nearly obscured my view and put a temporary damper on my prurient spying. I raised up just to catch one last glimpse of her. As I peered over the shrub, I could tell she had dropped one hand to her crotch area and seemed to be intently doing something...masturbating? I watched for a couple more minutes as her right hand worked her vaginal area. Decisions, Decisions This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. That must have been her pick-up truck near the trailhead. No one else was around. She was totally nude. I was wearing a skimpy pair of running shorts that could not hide my erection. I stood up and quietly backed deeper into the woods to think about what, if anything I should do next. As I got deeper into the woods, well out of the woman's sight, I began contemplating my next move. Should I make my way back to the trail and continue my run? Should I walk out into her meadow and introduce myself? There had to be some middle ground. Meanwhile, I was extremely horny. My dick was still hard, about at half-mast. I reached into my shorts and fondled by dick, bringing it back to full erection. I slid my shorts down to about my knees and massaged my hard member with my right hand and cupped my shaved balls with my left hand. I started shaving my balls about a year ago, after an old girlfriend noted that all the male porn stars in the videos we occasionally watched had shaved balls. Why not try it, she asked. I tried it and quickly found out I enjoyed the streamlined, sexy feel of hairless balls. It doesn't look that different to the casual gym observer, so I kept shaving even after I broke up with the girlfriend. Not wanting to lessen my sexual energy before deciding what to do, I put my dick back in my shorts and got down to some serious thinking. After running through all the options I could identify, I decided on the "accidental surprise" maneuver. While watching her from the edge of the meadow, I had noticed what looked to be an old trail or game trail entering the meadow from the side on my left. I decided I would circle around, pick up that trail and use it to enter the meadow at a jogging pace, pretending to be unaware of the presence of a nude sunbathing woman. As I circled around, I began to have doubts about this course of action. What if she freaked out, panicked and got very scared for her safety. One thing I didn't want to do was appear threatening in any way. That's just not my style. I figured that in the event she did get scared, I too could launch into a full-on act of embarrassment and quickly make an exit, never to return. After bushwhacking for 10 or so minutes, I found the game trail. It was more worn than I had thought, based on my view from the other side of the meadow. I quietly made my way up to the meadow's edge and noted that the trail clearly ran right through the middle, about 15 feet from where she lay. Perhaps, it was not inconceivable that I would pick this remote, unmapped trail for a mid-day jog. I backtracked about 100 yards in order to start my run well out of earshot. I took a deep breath, mentally crossed my fingers and set off at a brisk running pace. I could see the meadow getting closer and closer with each stride. As I neared the meadow's edge, I could plainly see her lying naked, face-up on her white blanket, eyes closed. The trail was rough enough I had to keep my attention focused on the rocks and roots, rather than the naked nubile woman just ahead. That helped keep my cock from making an embarrassing tent in my skimpy shorts. Let Me Introduce Myself After a few seconds, I emerged from the woods, trying hard not to look at the woman. Every other step or so, I would catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye. I was now about 30 feet from her and she hadn't moved. Could she be asleep, I wondered? Two more steps and she quickly sat bolt upright, wide-eyed with a hand covering each breast. She tightly crossed her legs at thigh level and let out a high-pitched squeal. Playing it to the hilt, I swung my head around, as if looking for the source of the squeal. I stopped, frozen in my tracks and at last settled my eyes on her. She didn't move for about 15 seconds, an eternity it seemed at the time. We just stared at each other. She seemed to be taking me in, assessing my threat potential. She dropped her gaze and glanced around gauging the proximity of her clothes, which sat well out of reach, 10 feet away. "Hi," she stammered. "I wasn't expecting to see anyone out here. I didn't even know there was a trail there." She still hadn't moved her hands, or her legs. I noted that even with a palm and splayed fingers trying to cover each breast, they still were not completely contained. Her crossed legs hid her pussy lips, but the careful observer could still note she had no pubic hair. "Yeah, sorry for startling you," I said. "I saw this trail way back there and decided to see where it went. Nothing like exploring the great unknown," I said, perhaps a bit too obviously. "I can turn my back if you want to grab your clothes." "Uh, yeah, er, no that's okay. You've pretty much seen it all already. No point in a mad scramble now," she said, surprisingly, with a smile. With that, she dropped her hands from her breasts and gave me a complete view. She still had her legs crossed and casually folded her hands in her lap. "I love it out here, don't you?" she asked. "I do, especially on these hot days." I replied. "Speaking of hot, you look like you could use a drink of water." "That'd be great," I said. She turned her body, put one hand on the ground and used it to get her feet under her, giving me a full-on view of her ass, and stood up. With her back to me, she walked the 10 feet to her backpack and pulled out a water bottle. She turned and started walking towards me, bottle in an outstretched hand. "Why don't you close your mouth? Your tongue is hanging out," she said. "If you keep that up, I might feel self-conscious." She handed me the water bottle, smiled, took a step back and did a quick complete circle twirl, raised her arms and said with a confident grin, "What do you think?" "Pretty darn amazing," I managed to utter, with my stomach in my throat. "Thank you," she said as she shimmied her torso just enough to make her breasts sway side to side a bit. "I feel so free, and so hot, being naked outside, especially out here in the mountains with no buildings or other man-made stuff around. How about you?" I told her I too loved these wild areas and did occasionally feel a tug in my loins when I was naked, or even scantily clad (as I was now) in the woods. "Judging from the tent in your shorts, I'd say this is one of those times," she said with a laugh, pointing at my crotch. I thought I had been doing a good job hiding my erection, but I reckon I had been wrong on that count. "Take off your shorts," she said, almost as an order. I gave her an "Are you serious look?" "Come on, take them off, or I will put my clothes back on." She kept her eyes on me, and made a slight turn to move toward her backpack and her pile of clothes. Without saying a word, I grabbed the sides of my shorts with either hand and slid them off over my knees and kicked them off. Save for my shoes and socks, I was standing totally naked before this beautiful, nude woman, my cock standing straight up in the air. "Ummmm, not bad," she said as she stared at my fully exposed dick. She stepped toward me and stopped just a foot or so from in front of me. My hard cock was just a few inches from her tanned, taught stomach. I looked down at her breasts, then up at her face and gulped, unconsciously. She squatted down, putting her knees on the shorts I had just shod. She wrapped one hand around my dick's shaft and lifted it up against my stomach. "My name's Tanya, by the way," she said, seemingly talking to my cock. "Hey! You shave your balls!" "Yep, I've been doing it for several years. An old girlfriend begged me to do it on a lark. I liked it and have been doing it ever since," I explained. "And, my name's Kevin." "That is very sexy. I shave down there too," she unnecessarily explained. "I started shaving because I like to wear skimpy underwear and didn't want hairs to show. The first time, I just shaved the sides, but over time, I just kept shaving more and more. Now I shave everything below my waist. Here, let me show you." With that, she stood up with her legs spread about shoulder width. She looked down and put her hands on her inner thighs on either side of her bare pussy. "See nothing there." She then turned around, looked at me over her shoulder with a sly smile, put both hands on her butt cheeks and bent over at the waist. She used her hands to slightly spread her cheeks to show me her shaving included the area from the bottom of her pussy all the way up her ass crack. There was not a stray pube to be seen, not even around her perfect pink asshole. "Very nice," I said as she stood up and turned back around, again facing me. I knew she was toying with me, but I loved it. Whatever she had in mind, she knew she had me completely roped in. "Let's go for a walk on your secret trail here," she said pointing at the faint track I ran in on. She picked up my shorts and tossed them in with her clothes and tucked the lot into her daypack, which she slung onto her shoulders and started down the trail with me falling in behind her. A Lovely Nude Nature Walk As she walked in front of me, I watched her hips sway with each step, her incredible ass jiggling slightly with each step. As she stepped over large downed logs or rocks, I would sometimes catch a glimpse of her shaved mound. She frequently glanced back at me to see what I was doing or what I was looking at. She always seemed to catch me visually drinking in her incredible body. "You enjoying the view back there?" she said coyly. Indeed, I was. The trail we were on quickly led us right back to the main trail leading back to our cars. When we hit the trail junction, she didn't even pause, turning down the trail in the direction of the road and our vehicles. She didn't seem at all concerned about coming across other hikers or mountain bikers. Probably not a bad calculation as it was approaching dusk and would be dark in an hour or so. We walked for 20 minutes casually chatting and watching each other's bodies. I began recognizing familiar landforms and knew we would hit the road in, maybe, a quarter mile. She didn't stop or even slow down. Ten minutes later we emerged from the woods onto the road, still completely naked. "What's the plan," I asked? She turned and grabbed a breast in each hand, fondling them and tweaking her own nipples, and said, "Let's go to my place. I live about 3 miles up this road. Follow me in your car. That's my truck," she said pointing another quarter mile up the road to where our cars sat. "You can have your shorts back when we get there...maybe." We walked side-by-side along the rode back to our cars. Thankfully, no cars came by. As we walked, she kept sliding a hand down my back and butt cheeks, her fingertips lightly exploring my butt crack on the way back up. One time, she slid her fingers up over my shoulder, down my chest and stomach and grabbed my hard cock and held it as we walked -- almost as if she were leading me by my dick, which, I guess, she was. Back at the cars, we paused by mine, which was parked behind her truck. I opened the door, preparing to get in. Before I could swing a leg in, she grabbed me and planted a serious and passionate kiss on me. As the kiss ended and she slowly removed her tongue from my mouth, she bent down, dragging her nails across my torso and took my dick in her right hand. With her face now at crotch level, she opened her mouth and sucked my cock deep into her throat. She expertly used her tongue, driving me into a new-found world of ecstasy. She pumped my dick in and out of her mouth for a couple of minutes before letting it drop from her mouth with a slurp, strings of spit arching from her lips to my cock head. "Follow me," she said. We both got into our cars and headed up the road. My head was filled with desire as she turned into a two-track driveway, a neat, cedar-sided house appearing on the crest of a ridge just ahead. We parked and she got out and came up to my car window. "Wow, you are still hard," she said looking down at my crotch. "So do you want to come in?" she said with her breasts perfectly framed in my driver's side window. "I sure do," I relied. "Okay, here's the deal then. If you come in, you have to play by my rules. This is my house and what I say goes. That alright with you?" I agreed to her conditions and got out of my car. After all, how was I not going to go along with something like that. We had been nude together for over an hour. She had given me the best two-minute blow job of my life. She had a perfect body and a shaved pussy to boot. A man dying of thirst doesn't turn down a drink of water. As turned on as I was, I was not about to turn down the sexual opportunity of a lifetime. Cum Into My Lair We walked into a nice, spacious living room. She picked up a fleece blanket and spread it on the floor. "Lay down on your back." I laid down and she stepped over me with feet on either side of my shoulders. She got down on her knees, putting her shaved pussy inches from my face. She rolled her hips forward, covering my nose, lips and chin with her crotch. "Eat me until I tell you to stop," she ordered in a rather forceful tone. She leaned into my face with considerable vigor as my tongue explored her pussy, inside and out. I noted that I felt not a hint of razor stubble around her pussy lips. Her skin was soft and supple and she smelled terrific. As I used my tongue on her, she began sliding her pussy up and down, allowing me to lick her from top to bottom with the flat of my tongue, getting mouthfuls of her juices. She continued moving like this as she rapidly rubbed her clit with a free hand. After a few more minutes, she climaxed and let out a huge sigh, relaxed and ended up putting even more weight on my face as her muscles temporarily gave out. I continued gently licking her, and moved my hands to her ass to stroke her cheeks. Deciding to try my luck, I dragged a finger down her ass crack and slowly over her asshole. She didn't flinch, instead letting out a playful "Oooooo" before standing up and praising my expert pussy eating. The Trail The moonlight filtered through the tree branches and leaves creating a maze of shadows on the forest floor. To the untrained, it would have seemed impossible to travel in the gloom. Yet, the young brave moved silently and more swiftly than most could have done when the sun was at its highest. He flowed within the sounds and through the forest growth as only his mother’s people could. He had never known his father, as he was the offspring of a lovely squaw named Turtle Dove who had been caught and used by a white man passing through. Her distraught husband had found her two days later, bloody and barely alive. The only description she could provide was that he had been huge with white hair before he had knocked her senseless and raped her brutally. She had been beaten so badly, none thought she would live to see the next moon. However, her will to live was strong enough to provide the haven for the child it soon became apparent she was carrying. Her final act in life was to give birth to the child she carried. It was to be her final gift for the husband who had cared for her so tenderly. “Call him Little Bear and take care of him for me,” she had gasped with her last breath as soon as she heard it was a boy. “I will,” he replied. Her husband, Standing Bear, loved her dearly and kept his promise to raise the child to the best of his ability. Even though he knew the child wasn’t his own, his love for his wife would let him do nothing else. The mane of pure white hair had removed all doubt as to who the real father was. Time after time the other village boys beat Little Bear senseless before Standing Bear could rescue him from them. Even Standing Bear’s new wife, Morning Rain, went out of her way to make Little Bear’s life miserable by denying him shelter or food whenever Standing Bear was gone. Finally, when his Standing Bear did not return after a winter hunting trip, Little Bear knew it was time to leave. With only fourteen summers behind him, he left the only life he had ever known. Life was not easy for him. His white hair made it impossible to be accepted by the Indians, while his dark coloring scared the white settlers. Many times he barely escaped with his life when he attempted to join with either of the two groups. His body bore countless scars from these encounters as he fled from certain death. Only his severe upbringing made it possible for him to tolerate the pain and hunger he often endured. All of that changed one day as he fled through the woods with several braves on his heels, each and every one of them longing to possess his mane of white hair for his lodge. He easily outdistanced them to the river which he could have crossed easily, but he was tired of running all of the time. Instead, he became truly one with the forest for the first time. None of the braves returned home that day or the next. Future hunting parties found them each attached to one of the great white oak trees of the forest. Each had been impaled on a low branch. The legend of the White Oak who stalked the forest was born that day. No longer did he fear the white or the red man, now they feared him as they passed through his domain. While he did not seek out men to kill, he would no longer run for his life. His white father had also passed on to him his large body build; he had grown to be a giant among the men in his area. Indeed, most men were lucky if the top of their head can to the bottom of his chin or if their shoulders were as wide as his chest. His large frame provided the ideal structure for the lean muscles built from living in the forest; muscles which gave him both great endurance and strength. Tonight he was hunting, though. His long white hair was braided with dark strips of hide to help him blend in with the shadows. The desire to have a woman was strong upon him. He knew his size and appearance would scare most women, but he also knew they were capable of accepting what he had to offer. He had found a woman’s body to be as capable of stretching as his was of performing great feats of strength and endurance. He still remembered fondly the first woman he had ever had and the trail he had traveled to reach this point in his life. His dead father’s second wife, Morning Rain, had wandered far from the camp in search of berries when he had come upon her. Quickly he had bound and gagged her before carrying her for half a day away from the camp. Deep into the white oak forest they had traveled with her over his shoulder. Her weight was meaningless to the powerful muscles of his body. “Scream once and I will remove your tongue,” he told her as he removed her gag. “Little Bear let me go,” she begged him. She could see the lust in her eyes and she was afraid of what he might do to her. She had known many strong men in her life, but she was well aware of how easily he had carried her. Such ease could only come from someone who possessed strength greater than she had ever known. “No.” The coldness of that single word chilled her to her very core. Vividly, she remembered all of the times she had refused him shelter or food when it was within her power. A shiver ran through her body as she realized he had never once cried out at her cruelty to him. He would show her no mercy. “Please have mercy on me,” she implored him. “I was young and foolish then. I was jealous of the love Standing Bear showered upon even though he knew you were not his real son.” “I am no longer called Little Bear. I am now known as White Oak.” Her body went limp as he told her his new name. She had hoped to somehow escape from the ordeal with only a few minor bruises. Now she wondered if he would even let her live. Suddenly, her life was very precious to her. His knife flashed in his hand as he cut the bindings on her ankles before removing her dress from her body. Her body had filled out since the last time he had seen her, but she was still an attractive woman. Their diets and hard lifestyles made it difficult for one of the people to become heavy unless they belonged to the Chief’s family. She stared at him with fear in her eyes as he removed his breechcloth and leggings. His manhood was the largest she had ever seen. Tears flowed down her cheeks as he spread her legs widely and knelt down between them in the leaves. She knew fighting him would only make it worse for her. He had watched enough other couples from the shadows to know where he was supposed to put it, but he had his doubts if it would fit. Spitting in his hand, he rubbed the moisture on the end of his manhood as he had seen other men do. He could see the outline of the opening of her womanhood parting the thick dark hair between her thighs as he moved closer to her body. Continuing to move forward, he aimed for the opening as he held her legs apart. Thrusting hard, he was able to get almost a finger’s length into her on the first thrust. She felt as if she were being ripped apart, but not sound came from her. She had no doubt that he was capable of removing her tongue if she angered him. Any man who would impale the bodies of his enemies on tree branches was capable of removing a mere woman’s tongue. Clenching her eyes tightly, she endured the pain silently as he forced himself into her slowly. The very feeling of her shocked him as nothing else had in his short life. She was soft and silky feeling like a well cured rabbit skin, yet hot and wet at the same time. By the time he had fully impaled her, the wonderful sensation caused him to shoot his seed deep inside of her. Youth and his rigorous life style provided him with the ability to keep on going when most men would have been finished. He fully intended to enjoy this wonderful feeling as long as possible. Wondering if he could do it again, he started stroking in and out of her now greatly stretched opening. His own seed provided more lubrication to make this time even more pleasurable. Much to his surprise, her hips started to move to meet his as her body continued to stretch to accommodate his size. Her eyes were closed, but she began to make noises he had heard some of the woman make before. Soon she began to quiver and he could feel her gripping his member with her opening as this new sensation caused him to once more fill her with his seed. Pulling out of her, he arose from his knees so that he was standing over her. His manhood still proudly jutted out from his lean hard form. Looking into her eyes, he noticed they were soft in a manner he had never seen before. With her hands still tied behind her back, she struggled to her knees in front of him. Timidly, she stuck out her tongue to lick a drop of seed from the end of his member. Looking into his hard black eyes, she licked more of his seed and her juices from him. She continued to clean him until she had cleaned the entire length. “Don’t stop,” he grunted at her. Many times he had seen her do this for his father. Now he understood how she had been able to avoid the beating she should have received for treating him so badly. He shivered with rage and pleasure as she worked her magic on the sensitive end of his manhood. Losing himself in her administrations and his anger, he didn’t even realize he had grasped her head in his hands until he heard her gagging. Concentrating on obtaining more of this new type of pleasure, he started stroking in and out of her mouth as he had between her thighs earlier. His earlier two releases of his seed into her body allowed him to enjoy the feel of her mouth much longer than a normal man would have. She submitted to his onslaught with no other goal except to breathe when the opportunity arose for her. He was amazed that he could actually push all of his manhood into her mouth and found that he especially like the feel of it lodged deep in mouth. Realizing it was hard for her to breathe like this; he would take pity on her and pull out after only short periods of time. However, as he felt his seed coming again, he pushed deep into her mouth, forcing her to swallow all he had left to offer. She gasped for air as he finally pulled his manhood from her mouth. Her jaw and tongue were both sore and tired from working so hard to accommodate him. The area between her thighs definitely felt different and slightly uncomfortable, but the pleasure she had received made it all worthwhile. She looked at him and saw the man she had helped to shape. He frightened and excited her at the same time. “Get up and follow me,” he told her. Silently she followed him through the woods. He had not offered her any clothing so she followed him completely naked until they came to a small stream. Several times he stopped her to point out animals she had not even realized were there. Truly he had grown to be a man the people should have been proud to have, instead of one they were at war with. She hung her head in shame knowing it was partially her fault. “I will untie your hands so that you may wash yourself. Do not even think of running away unless you wish to spend the rest of your life crawling.” Quickly she attended to the basic urges of life, before entering the sun warmed waters of the shallow stream. Zestfully, she scrubbed herself, wanting to be clean and pleasing for him. She even decided to clean her hair, something she normally only did once per moon cycle. As it was, he decided to take her again as she was bending over in the stream. “Aii,” she cried as he plunged into her tender opening. He managed to impale her on the very first stroke as he grabbed her waist and pulled her back at the same time. His strength was so great, he easily held her off the ground as he used her for his pleasure. Never had she been had by a man who had such stamina. Carrying her to the stream bank, he placed her on all fours in front of him. This new position enabled him to free up his hands to stroke her smooth satiny skin. His long arms provided him with the necessary reach to reach all of her body. He found he enjoyed grasping and using her pendulum breasts as a hand hold as he forcibly stroked in and out of her. “Aii,” she cried out even louder as his strong fingers found and pinched her hard nipples. She had never realized they could become so sensitive while mating. Time after time he pulled and pinched, driving her whole body into a state of feeling she had not thought possible. Finally, she surrendered to the waves of pleasure which came crashing through her body and collapsed under him. Pulling himself free of her, he flipped her body over so she was lying on her back in front of him. An idea occurred to him to spin her around until her head was now hanging over the stream bank. Crouching slightly, he grasped her head in both hands as he fed his still unsatisfied member into her gaping mouth. Slowly, but steadily, he stroked in and out of her mouth. In her prostrate state she was unable to be more than a receptacle for his lustful desires. “Arg,” he grunted as he released his seed one more time deep in her throat. She had no choice but swallow if she wished to breathe again. Exhausted and sated, he pulled his rapidly softening member from her mouth. Looking down at her and feeling contented, he enjoyed the supine view she provided him. Even with her dark reddish skin, it was easy to see where he had grasped her body as he had used her. “Wash and remain here while I find us some food,” he commanded her as he finished washing his own body. He did not even look back as he melted into the woods in search of prey. Becoming one with the shadows of the oncoming night, he breathed in the smells of the forest as he listened to the sounds of the forest. Far off he heard the sound he was searching for – the scrapping of horns against a small tree. Time lost all meaning to him. Now he was once again nothing more than a primitive man in search of his next meal. Silently, he stalked his next meal while constantly adjusting his path to avoid the animal having any chance of picking up his scent. The poor animal never had a chance as he came up from behind it with his knife in hand if he needed it. He did not. One quick wrench of the animal’s neck sent its essence to the great beyond. Slinging it over his shoulder, he made it back to the stream in a fraction of the time it had taken him to stalk the animal. She was lying hidden in the tall grass where she would have gone unnoticed to all but the most skilled of hunters. Fast asleep, he knew she had picked this spot as a precaution for her own safety and not as a means of trying to hide from him. She looked very attractive in the moonlight, but he knew she was not the woman he was looking for to keep. While, she had provided him with much pleasure and understanding of how a woman could be used, he would return her to the people tomorrow. He somehow knew she had changed inside deeply today and would view the men in her life much differently. Taking the young buck to the stream edge, he quickly cleaned the animal. The water quickly dispersed the blood and other parts he did not wish to keep. He did not wish to have the smell of blood attract other animals. He was not in the mood to fight off bears or wolves tonight. Shaking her awake, he shared choice parts of the kill with her which could be eaten raw. The night was cool and clear. The moon provided plenty of light for him to see by. Easily he could see that she was not used to being out naked in such conditions. She was shivering from the cold, but knew better than to complain to him. He had taken her clothes from her, and only he could return clothing to her. Luckily for her, he had picked up her clothes on the way back with the deer. “Dress yourself, I do not want you to become sick from catching a chill.” She quickly wrapped the dress around herself and tied it in place with a piece of buckskin thong he gave her. She stopped shivering as the dress kept the chill night air off of her and her body heat in. She smiled tenderly at him for allowing her to have clothing again. “We will dry and cure the meat tomorrow. It will not last long otherwise. Sleep now as you will be very busy tomorrow.” She curled up and was asleep in no time. For awhile he watched her sleep and planned what he would do with her. As soon as the meat was finished curing, he would return her to the people. His desire for revenge against her was already sated. He knew it was time for him to move on with his life. There was nothing here to keep him in the area. Of course, he would continue to use her for his pleasure while she was in his possession. Having decided what he should do, he drifted into a light slumber while listening to the sounds of night. It took two days for the meat to be properly cured. Several times a day he used her for his pleasure while they waited. He was amazed at the way her body responded to touch by the second day. It was as though her body needed his as much as his desired hers. Even when he only used her mouth, it seemed to give her pleasure by being allowed to pleasure him. The third day found them traveling at a quick pace towards her camp. She had already figured out that he was going to return her to the people and was sad at the prospect. She knew however there would be no changing his mind. Accepting her fate, she realized she needed a strong man in her life. Already she was thinking of the possible braves who might be interested in her for a mate. A short distance from her camp they stopped to go their separate ways. He gave her the deer skin and most of the dried meat as he planned to travel light. He was surprised when she knelt at his feet and kissed them. “Thank you,” she told him. “You have showed me what it is to truly be woman in the arms of a man. I will never forget you. I will also tell all who will listen, we were wrong to hurt or hunt you. You are worthy of being one of the people.” He watched her walk away carrying her burden proudly. He knew he would never hate her again, nor would he ever forget her. She had helped to make him the man he had become in all ways. Somewhere in the camp there would be one very happy brave very soon. Never again would she be able to take men for granted as she had done in the past. Smiling, he turned and started on his own journey. For almost a full moon he wandered the forest in no particular destination in mind. He traveled the land feeling there was a purpose to his traveling, but he did not know what it was. Many time he found himself stopping and listening for a sound he could not here. He felt as if he was on a quest similar to the spirit quests the shaman would sometimes undertake. Driven as he was, he avoided all people. From time to time he would see both red and white men in the forest, but he made no attempt to make contact with them. Each time it just did not feel right. Long ago he had learned to trust his instincts. It was the reason he was still alive. The drive was so strong; he didn’t even take advantage of opportunities to have women when he could have many different times. Then one day he stopped dead in his tracks. He had been following a trail which now branched in two different ways. Somehow he knew he needed to take the one towards the setting sun. He knew his journey was about to end. As he traveled the trail, the scent of blood became heavy upon the air. Up ahead a battle had been fought, between what he wasn’t sure. It was as though he could smell the blood of more than one animal. He was not surprised to find the body of a bear lying over the body of a man. Warily, he approached the duo. He was certain the bear was dead, but a wounded bear was something to be cautious of. Carefully, he rolled the bear off of the white man it was lying upon. It was quite dead. The man was not, but he would be soon if he could not stop the bleeding. Now he knew what his quest had been. It was to save the life of this man. He would not fail. The Trail Using every bit of knowledge he possessed, he worked to save the life of this unknown man. His own years of being beaten and attacked had prepared him well for the task. He knew which herbs to gather and how to best clean the wounds the bear had inflicted. A better healer could not have been found for the man. Many suns passed as he slowly nursed the man back to life. Often the man would cry out in both the tongue of the red and the white man. It was unfortunate the words he cried out told him nothing as to who the man was. Even his possessions could tell him nothing since all he had was his clothes and a knife. Luckily, the bear provided plenty of meat so he did not have to hunt for food for them. The morning arrived upon their camp bright and crisp. The time for the changing of the leaves would soon be upon them. He had already started to build a lodge to winter in since he knew the man would not be able to travel anytime. He had passed through many suns of heated skin, but he now felt cool to the touch as he should. He would live, but would need time to heal. “Thank you,” the man whispered to him in his own tongue. White Oak was so surprised to hear the sound of the man’s voice; he almost dropped what he was carrying. The man had given him no indication that he was awake. “How long have you been taking care of me?” he asked. “Two hands,” replied White Oak. “You have been on fire for most of that time. The bear wounded you badly. You lost a lot of blood. You will need many moons to completely heal. We will stay here while you heal. There is plenty of game and water here.” “Was your mother or father of the people?” “My mother, I do not know exactly who my father was. Just that he was large and had white hair like me.” “Do you speak the white man’s tongue?” “No.” “Would you like to learn it?” “Yes.” “I will teach you then as I heal. I can speak both. It may not be much for saving my life, but perhaps it will help you someday in yours. My name is John.” “I am White Oak.” A deep friendship was born that day between the two men. For White Oak it was the first true friendship he had ever had. This man did not care if he was half white and half red. He was only thankful to have his life saved by a fellow man. By the time the snows came, the white man was able to move in and out of the lodge on his own. He could not move very far at a time, but at least he was able to move. Meanwhile, White Oak was learning the white man’s tongue faster than either had thought possible. They tried to do all of their speaking in “English” as John told him it was called. They both knew they would have until the snows all melted to teach it to White Oak. “It is cold enough to gather and keep meat now,” White Oak told John. “I will travel for several days and try to kill many deer to provide us with meat. I will do this now while the hunting is still easy. The meat will have more fat now than later when it is tough from little food for the animals.” “That would be wise. There is plenty of food here to keep me fed. I will be fine while you are gone.” White Oak left early the next morning. He traveled to the south of their lodge where he had not hunted before. He wanted to see the land and how much game it had to offer. He did not wish to deplete all of the game in one particular place. Swiftly, he traveled for two days as he memorized the land and its bounty. Suddenly, he came upon the tracks of a small party of people in the light snow covering the ground. Two hands of people had traveled down the path that morning. He decided to follow the trail. He was certain they were white’s as most of the people appeared to where boots like John. As the sun was setting, he came upon their camp for the night. There were four men, a boy and five women as he had guessed earlier. One of the women seemed to be a servant as she was the only one doing anything. Each time one of the others would ask her to do something, she would reply “Yes’m or No’m” to their request. He was thankful for John’s help in learning the white man’s language. It was nice to be able to understand what they saying. After awhile one of the men stood and grabbed the servant woman by the arm and started dragging her by the arm towards the darkness beyond their camp. His actions caused the woman sitting next to him to start yelling at him. “William, you should leave that woman alone. I don’t want that bitch to get pregnant. She will be of no use to us if she can’t work.” “Don’t worry, Mabel. I won’t use her in a manner which would allow her to become with child. I’ll be saving that for you when we get to where we are going.” With her head hung low, the woman followed the man into the darkness. She knew she would have to pleasure him with her mouth as she had done countless times before. It was the primary reason he had bought her indenture papers. He had wanted to have his own private whore. White Oak silently followed them at a distance. He wanted to see exactly what this man was going to do with this woman. “This is far enough,” he told her. He only wanted to be far enough in the shadows so the others couldn’t watch them and see how short his manhood was. It was plenty thick, but not much longer than his finger. “Down on your knees, now. I don’t want to be out here all night waiting on you. Now get your mouth open and take it all. Ah, that feels good. Suck on it like the piece of candy it is for you. I know you like it, don’t you?” She nodded her head “yes” as she continued to suck him. She had once been beaten for saying “no”. She did not intend to repeat the experience. “Perhaps I should deny you your sweet tonight; I wouldn’t want you to feel it is your right to have my seed in your mouth every time.” She started sucking harder, using her tongue as much as possible. Having him fill her mouth was much preferable than what he would do if he didn’t finish soon. Unfortunately, she lost the battle as he grasped her hair to pull her head away from him. “Stand up, bitch,” he growled at her. “I know what you were trying to do. Now bend over and brace yourself against that tree. I don’t want you falling over while I work this big tool into your tight ass. It ain’t like the real thing, but it will have to do for now.” She squeezed her eyes tightly together to hold in the tears as he pushed against her opening. He never bothered to use any kind of lubricant, not even his own spit. She just hoped he would spill his seed as soon as he got it in as usual. His shortness generally helped to make the painful ordeal a short ordeal to have to tolerate. “You’re ass sure is tighter than any of those whore’s back on the coast. I never had this much trouble getting inside of any of them. Maybe all of this fresh air and traveling is making my member grow even larger than it already was.” He pushed the remaining bit into her with his usual grunting sound. Seconds later, she felt his warm seed filling her rear. Walking would not be a pleasant journey for her tomorrow. Already she could feel his member shrinking as it slipped out of her opening. He left her to attend to her own needs as he went back to the warm fire. She only hoped he didn’t give or sell her services to any of the other men as he would sometimes do. For that reason and to hide her shame for a little bit longer, she waited in the darkness longer than usual. White Oak watched her as she waited. He had never mated with Morning Rain in the manner he had just watched. He was intrigued by what he had just seen. It didn’t look much different than what he had once seen two bucks do while they were in the “rut”. He had not thought to do it with a woman. It might be very pleasurable if other animals were doing it too. After awhile she headed to her blankets, and turned in as the others had done. White Oak quickly decided he wanted this woman. He wanted to learn more about this new method of mating. That would require a woman. Here was a woman who already knew how it was done. He would take her with him back to the lodge. Besides, she could carry a deer after he killed it. Mary awoke with a start as a hand cover her mouth. She never had a chance to scream as she was quickly gagged and tied within her own blankets. Arms of incredible strength effortlessly raise her to an impossibly wide shoulder. As shocking as all of this was, seeing a mane of pure white hair was too much. She fainted before she actually made contact with his shoulder. Feeling her go limp was acceptable to White Oak. He could tell she was still alive by the feel of her beating heart. A subdued weight would be easier to carry. He planned to move fast. A light snow had started to fall which he planned to use to help cover his tracks. He was certain the storm was going to intensify as the day wore on. He had no intention of being found if they decided to search for her. The camp came to life with the sounds of curses in the air. The snow had started to fall heavily by the time everyone realized that Mary was truly gone. All traces of any tracks had long since filled in with snow. Looking for her in the storm would have been futile and foolish. It was decided she was not worth the risk. They would move on with out her. Mary came to as wet snow off of a tree limb fell onto her face. She remained silent and still while she gathered her thoughts. The braided hair next to her was still white, so she had not imagined it after all. She could only assume she was being carried by some sort of woodsman. Only a woodsman could move this effortlessly through the forest. “How long do you plan on pretending to be asleep?” The sound of the deep voice brought her back to reality along with the flash of a knife cutting the bindings of her. She would have jumped if it had been possible. Tied as she was, she could barely wiggle, but she could spit out the gag. For some reason she was not surprised he spoke to her in English. “I did not wish to risk your wrath by disturbing you. I have known many men who do not like to hear a woman speak unless she is spoken to.” “There are at least a few wise men in the world then.” The tone of his voice clearly defined what her role would be with him. She would do as she was told. She would do it now. She would be wise to not even consider questioning his authority. At least he had shown her some compassion by allowing her to stay warm in her blankets. He stopped and lowered her to the ground. They had come to a shelter of sorts. A huge tree had fallen to the ground among a small stand of pines. The trunk of the tree provided a natural wall on one side with the pines providing the rest of the walls and roof for the shelter. She hoped it was warm and dry inside. Looking at her captor, she knew it would be. “We will wait out the storm here. It may be several days until it is done snowing. There is water nearby. I have food here.” “Oh,” she moaned as feeling came flooding back into her legs as he untied the cords encasing her and her blankets while she lay on the ground. “I need to,” she reddened as she pointed to a clump of smaller pine trees. “Go.” He was still standing by the entrance when she returned. Standing in the swirling snow, a mountain of a man, he reminded her of the Norse gods her grandmother had told her about as a child. She scurried through the opening as he held some branches aside for her. Inside it was warmer and dry. She now knew by the smell what it would be like to live in a pine tree. “Lay your blankets over the broken limb.” She did as she was told, not expecting to be pushed over the limb on top of them. He wasted no time in tying her hands to her ankles. She circled the huge limb like a living bracelet. Seconds later he used more thongs to spread her legs as far possible as he tied them to other branches. Cool air caressed her bottom when he threw her skirt forward. “Please do not do this to me,” she begged. “Be silent or I will gag you again,” he replied as he ran his hand over her firm bottom. Her bottom was so very pale compared to Morning Rain’s. He ran a hard finger down between her cheeks in search of her woman’s opening. Her hair was much softer, but she was very dry. Lubrication would definitely help. She could not see him, but she could hear him removing his clothes. She could tell he was placing them next to the wall of the shelter. What she didn’t expect was the cold substance he spread on her butt cheeks. His strong fingers pushed the substance towards her opening. Deftly, yet firmly, he probed her opening with a well lubricated finger. It was not nearly as uncomfortable as it had been with William. The lubrication soothed as he stretched her opening. Still she was not prepared for what came next. She was being split in two. Somewhere he had found something huge and was forcing it into her. She would have screamed, but she was unable to. A wave of blackness came over her as her fatigued body shut down. White Oak felt the body go limp as he forced his member into her. It had been very difficult to get the large end of his member into her, even with the grease. Penetration was easier for him now. Her limp body had become very relaxed, making it more accepting of what he had to offer. She felt very different from Morning Rain. The feelings of penetration were more intense this way. The outer part of her opening was very tight, squeezing his member as he stroked in and out. However, the inside area was more supple and accepting. While Morning Rain had reminded him of the feeling of rabbit fur, this woman felt like a well tanned deer skin. Not nearly as wet, the greased supple opening provided a means for a higher level of friction and intensity of feeling. Stroke after stroke he plied to her limp body. Some might have been appalled at using an unconscious woman for their pleasure, but not White Oak. He had taken this woman to use her for his pleasure. She was providing that pleasure to him. Her pleasure was not his concern. She came back to consciousness as fast as she had went out. Something huge was still sliding in and out of her rear, but it no longer hurt. Instead, she was feeling very strong sensations of pleasure. She was feeling feelings she had never experienced before. Suddenly, the feelings became so intense; it was as if a molten fire had consumed her from the inside out. This time she screamed a silent scream of pleasure. He felt her body spasm under him. Somehow the spasming allowed her to take his length with even greater ease. He lost all control. His body shook while he filled her with his seed. The amount was so great, his member started to shrink back to its normal size almost immediately. Taking her had definitely been worth the risk. Tomorrow he would finish his hunting, and then he would take her to meet John. The Trail Thanks to robertreams and JonB1969 for editing. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. * * * * * * * * Stepping out on the trail head, he shifts his backpack, and starts off. He had been meaning to do some hiking for some time now, but between work and school, had not found the time. Now he has the weekend off, a thirty-pound pack, and plenty of water bottles and energy bars to last a few hours on the trail. He set his iPod on shuffle and let his mind wander as he hiked. After an hour, he had worked up a good sweat and decides to stop at the halfway point in the trail. There was a shelter set back 80 feet from the trail to allow hikers to rest without being too near the path. Walking towards it, he heard a sound from the shelter like a woman moaning. Taking off his headphones and setting down his pack, he edges closer, listening intently, certain he had only imagined it. Sure enough, the only noises were silence, a breeze through the trees, and the birds singing. Then suddenly, "Aahh!" There it was again, louder and more insistent. As he drew closer, he could hear what sounds like a stuttering breath of a girl, and muffled hum. Peering around the side of the shelter, he saw the girl whose voice he had been hearing, lying on a table, a cute redhead with grape fruit sized breasts with cute little pink nipples. He could see them when her fingers were not in the way, pulling and pinching them, moaning as a brunette works between her legs. What he could see of the brunette was a plump ass with tan lines bisecting its cheeks. A pile of clothes on the table has everything but the brunette's lacy white bra with matching panties, and the redhead's peach thong, now pushed to one side so the brunette could have free access between the redhead's legs. From the look on red's face, the brunette was doing a good job. He feels himself becoming aroused, his pants growing uncomfortable, his erection showing its approval of the show. He quietly unzips his shorts and manhood surging out through the opening in his boxers, the bulging head already leaking pre-cum. He grips his cock, smearing the lube over it, and began to pump it with his fist, alternating between staring at the brunette's luscious ass above the wet, opening petals of her pussy and the red head's pretty little mouth. He aches to thrust his dick inside her. He glances up again, and suddenly notices the redhead was watching him, smiling when she was not moaning, her eyes flicking between his dick and his face, lust blazing on her face. He continues to tug on his cock, looking the girl in the eyes as brunette's talented tongue brought her to a muffled orgasm. He drew closer, her eyes compelling him. He glances at the brunette. Her hand is on her clit, pleasuring herself. He points his erection at her weeping cunt. He looks back at the redhead, who smiles as she silently mouths, "When she cums." He cocks his brow and she licks her lips, smiling. "Hey Kat," the red-head purrs, "You're pretty good for someone who said she wasn't a lesbian." The brunette, Kat, looks up, startled. "I'm not, but you talk about it all the time, and, well, I thought..." "Thought you'd try eating out the bi girl from work to see what all the fuss was about?" "Yeah. You kept joking about it, Hailey, flirting with me and I guess I-" "Got so worked up that you couldn't take it, playing with yourself while thinking about it wasn't cutting it anymore, you wanted it right from the source, right?" "Mmm." "You needed to taste my pussy while you drilled yourself, your fingers reaching for your special place, groaning in pleasure, my moans driving yours, until we both cum." "Oh god yes." The brunette's hand reaches down her panties, teasing her clit and pussy. "But it's not enough is it; your pussy still feels empty, doesn't it?" Kat whimpers, her fingers working frantically on her love box, trying to cum, her lover's words filling her with a need that her fingers could not. Kat cries out, "Please, I need it so bad." Smiling, Hailey said, "What do you need?" "I need to cum." "Say it louder." "I need to cum!" Drawing Kat up, Hailey kisses her, her tongue sneaking out to tease Kat's lips, who was moaning in ecstasy. Hailey broke the kiss first; pulling up until Kat straddles her waist. Hailey quickly unsnaps Kat's bra and pulls her back down, tweaking one nipple while sucking the other. Kat gasps, grasping her lover's head and pressing it against her breasts, the sensations of Hailey's fingers and swirling tongue driving her wild. Grinding her hips against Kat's, Hailey pulls her head back, lips popping off Kat's breast and smiles, "Did you like that?" Kat nods, breathing heavily, her face flush with desire. Hailey smirks, "Then bring those pretty lips down so I can taste them." Nodding, Kat slides down Hailey's stomach until their lips met, their tongues dueling. Hailey arches her back, grinding her pussy up to Kat's. Kat's moans of lust are again silenced by Hailey's lips hungrily meeting hers. Hailey glances back to him and flicks her eyes to Kat's rear. He was more than ready, his cock now engorged with blood, throbbing with desire to find a willing hole. He draws closer, his manhood honing in on the moist hole on top, of the unsuspecting but oh so eager brunette. Hailey broke the kiss, took Kat's nipples in her hands and tweaks them and said, "Cum for me." Shuddering under the assault of Hailey's fingers and clit, Kat peaks, mouth open in a wordless moan of ecstasy. While she recovered, he made his move. He steps up and presses the head of his engorged manhood to Kat's cunt, drawing a gasp from her and a groan from him. Before Kat could respond, Hailey pulls her mouth down and kisses her, while he slowly pushs in, letting her adjust to his girth. He bottoms out, his hips pressed up to her rear. He slowly pulls his cock back until just the head remains in, and then thrust all the way in, drawing muffled cries from Kat as he increases his pace. Leaning in, he kisses his way up Kat's back, hands sliding up to her breasts, hands cupping the soft globes. His fingers tweak her nipples, drawing a gasp from Kat. "You like that?" "Oh yeah." "You like this, fucking a stranger in the woods?" "Oh god yes!" Hailey slide back on the table, watching the guy who had tried to spy on them thrust into Kat. Rubbing her pussy, Hailey moves herself closer to where Kat's head was lolling in time with the pumping she was receiving. "Looks like that feels pretty good, Kat, but I need some relief, too." Grabbing Kat's head, Hailey pulls her lover's lips to her lower lips. Kat's tongue slides out, once again tasting Hailey's sweet nectar. Hailey sighs, propping herself on the pile of discarded clothes as she watches the man fuck her friend and lover, using both her hands to play with her own tits. The pounding Kat gets drives her face into Hailey's pussy, drawing moans from her, while the cock inside her seems to grow bigger with him noticing her friend using her face and tongue to pleasure herself. As they came closer to climax, he grips her hips and really starts to pound her pussy, bringing a shrill squeal from Hailey as the force of Kat's mouth on her cunt brings her to orgasm. Feeling the familiar sensation in his sack, he asks, "Where do you want me to cum?" Kat pulls her lips from her lover's pussy, looking back for the first time at the man sinking his cock right where the itch was strongest, deep in her pussy. "Cum inside of me, fill my cunt with your seed!" Taken aback by her need, and by the way her pussy clamps on him as he thrust again in to the depths of her, he comes, shooting his load deep inside. Kat feels his cock spasm, filling her with his white-hot seed. She cries out, writhing in ecstasy as they climax together. As they pause to catch their breath, Hailey slides off from table, still gasping from her orgasm. Looking over at the couple on the table, she saw that they were still recovering from the intense mutual orgasm. Hailey looks at him, slumped on Kat, his dick still piercing her, and still hard. She gets down and pulls his dick out from her lover's pussy, sucking on their combined juices and savoring his firmness in her mouth. Letting it slip from her lips with an audible pop, she leans in and said, "What's your name, stud?" Gazing at the athletic red head, he grins, and lifts her back up on the table, next to Kat. Pressing his dick to her entrance, he said, "The name's Ivan."