4 comments/ 41955 views/ 12 favorites I Buried My Naked Wife In The Desert By: LitEroCat © Literocat 2010, 2014 "Do you remember what day this is? Do you need a hint?" Though only in our first day of our cross country adventure, I posed a leading question to my silent wife. Already bored, she decided to play along. "Umm, July 14? Is it more than that? Ahhh, yes! It's Bastille Day. A very important day in . . . " "True, love, but that's not celebrated here in the West. So what day is?" After allowing a few quiet minutes of face twisting puzzlement, I prematurely ended her 'suffering'. "It's National Nude Day and be very glad we don't celebrate World Nude day since that's in February!" "Well, then my nipples would cut glass." Grinning sarcastically and turning slightly toward me to make a point, or two, she lifted both breasts and slowly slid along them until she could pinch and pull her hidden, precious nubbins. She teased, "But why are you bringing that up again? You know I won't do that." Knowing that silence can be golden, I was mute for fifty swift miles as I waited for her to face her denial. She finally brought it up on her own. "You really wouldn't care if anyone and everyone saw me naked? How can you say you love me and yet want me naked in public?" she asked haplessly. "Honey, if you're willing to face your secret fantasy with me, I'll face mine with you." Hoping she would pursue the thought, I left the analysis to her. We drove in silence for another period. Finally, during the Death Valley leg of our drive, my 'modest' wife surprised me by getting oddly frisky in the car on the way to our rest stop. Sue wore very snug and tiny jean shorts that only exposed a teasing little bit of her petite, sweet, curvy ass cheeks. She would never admit that the tiny low-riders showed more than she thought socially proper. Except for the single inch of pant leg, they fit her curves like paint; including her lusty, meaty, camel toe that made strong men drool. To cut our time in the hot sun, we'd started out in the coolness before dawn so she wore a heavy, brown leather vest over her favorite snug, light-blue, patterned, button down shirt which started out tucked inside her shorts with just the top button open. It easily hid her tiny mid-A cups, unless she leaned forward or shrugged. She liked them tight, so her shirts had a tendency to gap open between strained buttons. Though looking fully covered from the front, her right, fuzzy, rounded, little mound was often fully exposed, including her hard, tall, perfect nipple, to anyone at her side. A male was ALWAYS at her side. She was in false denial and 'knew' she was covered since the shirt was always taut when she looked down at it. What the rest of us saw was that when she tilted her chin down to look, her shoulders pulled up and the gap closed tight to support her delusion. Using very bad judgement, we'd been drinking far too late before our desert crossing. Yeah, that's it, blame the booze for our craziness. The run-down shack that passed for a desert version of a 7-11 was still 20 miles away. In the desolation of the predawn road, Sue looked for any other traffic. Seeing none, she nervously turned on a dome light and walked her jittery fingers up my leg. I glanced her way and saw her waiting for me to look at her. Licking her lips tentatively, she released her seat belt, ditched the vest and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. "I'm, I'm just doing this in bawdy celebration of Nude day, just for YOU!" She was skilled at reassuring herself. Though we'd just showered together before leaving, watching her undress in the car, on a public road, with the inside lights on, added a dangerous spin for a sexy and modest woman ....as if she were one. Her eyes took one full orbit as a residual effect of the booze. She peeled her shirt off her shoulders and I dared her to toss it in the back seat, out of reach. Her jaw dropped in mock shock. Since the road was still empty, she grinned and tossed the shirt then bravely sat back topless. Watching her little tits jiggle was too distracting for safety! Still testing my resolve, she unzipped her shorts, rubbed up one bare thigh and stroked over her crotch. When she saw me stealing glances, she tried to slip her fingers under the tight short shorts. They were too taut to get under them. My shorts were much looser and she had no problem inching her fingers under them instead. Even as we saw a car leave the rest stop, she kept teasing me and escalating and dropped the seat back. Her right hand dipped into her panty, obviously stroked her demanding clit and plunged awkwardly into her wet depths. Her left hand crept under my shorts, into my undies and fished my swelling cock into the open. Now in early daylight, she caressed it with her insanely hot fingers and palm while forcing her shorts down well below her swollen labia. Before either of us could get off, we reached the rest stop. She dared me to walk to and enter the store with my stiff cock exposed and springing, "You know, for Nude Day. If you expect me to get naked, I want to see you naked too!" Being a bit shy myself, she pushed the point. I warily agreed if she did the same, entered just as she was, topless and shorts down enough to expose her pussy. In fact, I DEFIED her to do it! She laughed and grabbed her shirt. I parked as far from the store as the lot allowed and in our eternal, clangoring, stubbornness, we exited the car as we were, both exposing tender skin to the sun. At the last second, she pulled my shirt off too and tossed it into the car. We walked, well she stumbled, across the small, empty lot and looked for cameras. Just after we entered, she pulled up her shorts, but left them wide open so her pubes and the top inch of her puffy labia were revealed. She also awkwardly pulled her shirt on, but instead of buttoning it, she loosely tied it under her tits so it still billowed and exposed her tempting tits as she moved. Where was that 'shy' woman? The store was tiny, nearly empty, and the only source of food and water in maybe 200 miles. I asked her to put my dick away since she'd covered up, sorta. She said she would IF I left it out until we reached the counter. Pushy! About then I saw the older, owner couple in their bulky, earthy-tones clothes and it was too late to cover up. As my daring, challenging wife asked the owner about chilled water, she slowly and deliberately opened my shorts so she could slip her hand inside, reach around my exposed cock and, as the open-mouth female owner watched, mendaciously struggled with my swollen cock to pull it and my balls up top, into view. Though she tried to appear dismayed, the matron didn't turn away or even take her eyes off my cock as she gave Sue directions. As Sue listened 'attentively', she slowly stroked my stiff cock, even pulling my foreskin back and squeezing my shaft until my bishop swelled purple and the matron turned scarlet. When we turned away, and I could breathe again, Sue 'managed' to loosely tuck my cock back in my shorts, though I think the owner might have preferred if she hadn't. That's when I noticed the other, young, couple frozen and staring wide-eyed at us from the end of the short aisle. Sue was thrilled at getting one over on me and exposing me for a change. But my turn was coming! As we exited, I panted "THAT was unexpected! What a rush. I can't believe you stroked my dick while they ALL watched. I'll have to return the favor soon - meaning today." While still standing next to the car, she bravely tossed her shirt into the back seat and pulled her shorts and panty well below her groin. After stepping away from the car, with a full face, confident grin, she threw her arms up in a V and hopped in a circle, whopping loudly in the dusty parking lot. So utterly bashful! The owners were staring at her from the entry. When the male shouted, "Don't ferget yar sunblock! Yar pale, naughty bits'll blister real bad. Hate to see that happen!" When she heard and saw them, she stopped hopping and dived into the car head first, showing them her bare, pale ass and bearded clam as she did. "Drive! DRIVE!" she shouted even before her door closed. After a minute of hiding her tits in protective silence, she relaxed and asked if they had been there for all of her silly show. Being too focused on her jiggly tits and ass, I really didn't notice when they appeared. "Oh, my" was all she said. After barely five miles she started dreamily toying with her firm, little tits, stretching and twisting her nipples. As they grew, and I struggled to watch the road, she began pinching them and gasping in pleasure. In short order, one hand combed her pubes before splitting her plumped crack open, dipping inside her damp depths and wiping the sweet, slime across her clit. She circled and tugged it only briefly then started gasping loudly and quickly unleashed her first climax of the day. I gave her a minute to collect herself, then slowly whispered suggestively, "Exposing yourself had quite the effect, didn't it?" Then, with more command, "Slide two fingers of your left hand deep into your soaked pussy. Yes, like that. Slide those fingers up each side wall and collect your heavenly syrup. Feeeel the bumpy texture inside you . . . Now switch hands. As you explore your tender bumps, wipe your left hand across my upper lip. "Imagine we're on our front porch swing doing all this within view of our country road, hoping someone will not just see you stuffing your beautiful cunt, but will stop and stare. Don't let them stop you. Push your shorts and panty off and spread your knees for them. One of them has binoculars, the other a long zoom lens on her camera. They want to see your beautiful vulva, your climax, up close. Maybe we should invite them to come to us?" She grunted, lurched and climaxed again before putting the shorts under her cute ass. "Yes, I thought you'd like that. Turn a little toward me and put your left leg on my side of the hump." I deeply inhaled her sexy fragrance and licked some off my lip. As her legs widened into a near split, I leaned forward for a better view into her puffy, gaping quim and nearly drove off the sandy road into a sandy berm. "Oops! You KILL me, love, and nearly killed us both." Unperturbed, she put her soggy left-hand fingers into my mouth and I hungrily sucked the clingy, fragrant elixir off them. The heady scent and flavor made me swerve off the road again, so I decided we had to stop so we could then continue safely. We stopped barely out of sight of the old store where there were many two-story sand dunes. She threw on her shirt and shorts. When we walked behind a dune, the whole world changed, though just a hundred feet from the vanished road. The hot wind ceased, the slightest road noises halted and there was the most eerie sense of a soundless echo. The 100-degree stillness was deafening! I shouted a greeting to the desert and my voice seemed to meander, ricochet, slowly between the dunes and disappear in the distance. Several seconds later, I heard the barest rustle of an echo. We shouted louder and louder and still heard our voices travel away slowly. Then we spoke softer and softer to each other until we found we could hear our lowest whispers clearly. Eerie! Feeling total isolation behind the dune, I easily convinced her to strip and toss me her all clothes but her shoes. She stripped me too and we walked up the dune for a naked view. While standing up there, waiting to be caught, we rubbed some SPF30 all over each other. Beyond the dunes were the serpentine road and desert plane we had to cross shortly. By noon it would be nearly 130 degrees and the car A/C would be useless. As we climbed down, I slipped and felt the already hot sand singe my bare ass. Sue jumped and whooped for minutes, probably hoping again to be caught. "I have a brilliant idea. I'm getting the camera." As I sprinted to the car, my idea swelled with my cock. Of course I wanted nude photos of us before the dune, but maybe more . . . I grabbed the Canon, a tripod, a folding shovel, her bag with misc. items in it, a towel and . . . a snorkel! Yeah! This will work. I noticed a bronze van parked a few hundred feet up the road as I tossed all our clothes into the trunk and ran back to find Sue dancing to silent music, eyes closed. After taking a few seconds of video of her pale tits and ass dancing to their own spastic tune, I setup the tripod and dropped everything else. "Whoa! What are you planning with that shovel? You're not THAT mad about the store, are you?" I tried not to laugh, but my menacing clench didn't hold up. "No, my love, I just want to build a memory we might share with our closest friends and ADULT children one day. Besides you and me posing with the dunes, I want this sequence to be 'the day I buried my wife in Death Valley'! Want to play along?" "Only if you promise I will survive my interment!" "I'm not sure I can promise that. If not, I'll tell our future audiences that you were a good sport. OK?" She didn't answer. I set the camera in video mode and shot a few seconds of dumb waves and minor chat. Then we heard voices. Our eyes popped and we froze as we tried to determine their range and direction. Shortly we distinguished three male and three females getting closer. "Did I mention that I saw a van parked up the road? I wonder if they are into Nude day too. If not, we may have to persuade them to join us. Feeling brave still? "Let's kneel on the towel in what may become the 'shady' side of the dune. The sand should cool significantly about a foot down, so let's dig your grave about two feet deep. Here's what I want to do . . . " I explained my shots as we dug and the laughing voices got louder. The sand temperature really dropped significantly with depth. It might even have become chilly under the dry surface. I found a flaw in my plan, so I reversed the series. Afer digging a hole about four feet by two by two feet and building a berm inside it where her hips would be, I asked her to climb in, face down. She stared at me suspiciously as I restarted the video. "Trust me, I PROMISE you will survive." We kissed silently, deeply in case that was our last ever kiss. When I passed her the snorkel, she understood. "Ohhh, so you really want to completely bury me and this will let me breathe. That berm will force my hips to stay above ground, or sand, right? Are you sure about this?" "Yes, my love, I want you to rise again from your grave. It's shallow enough so you can stand up anytime, but I want you to stay under, as long as you can breathe, until I give you a sign - let's say three hard taps on your back. Not just your hips, but your whole, tiny ass and pussy will be out for me to do what I wish to. Remember the nudes photo of several women posed like that in water? THAT's what I want to recreate in sand! I want to film me eating then fucking you that way! Then I want you to tell the camera what that felt like. You know not one woman in a thousand would consent to this, but you are such a daredevil . . . " Flattery will get you everywhere. "You should be able to hear me, but I know I will hear you thru the snorkel. At least grunt once for YES and twice for NO as answers. Ready?" My dick throbbed at the coming image I'll call 'clambake.' She used a scrunchy to tie her hair into a pony tail and another at the bottom of the tail to keep it in a tight roll. I positioned her feet against an end and adjusted the berm under her, shifting and building it until she could rest her hips properly. Just before she put her face in it, she called out, "Bring mini-you over here." When I lurched over to her, she kissed and took my stiff dick in her mouth and lovingly swallowed me until she pressed her sweet mouth against my pubes. After a few deep clenches she volunteered, "If this doesn't work out, that's the last deep throat you'll ever get from me!" "You're assuming I'm not into necromancy!" She slapped my arm and bit the snorkel before plugging her nose and putting her cheek against the chilly grave. The camera watched me completely bury my wife and pack sand around her exposed butt and clam. What a beautiful, picturesque sight! The disembodied sex organs twitched and swelled as did my already hard dick. "Are you OK in there?" I heard one grunt. "So you can breathe OK?" I heard 'uh ont ant stah ere fuh hvr, ut K' then a single grunt. "Right. 'You don't want to stay there forever.' See I can hear you and even figure out your words, but the grunts are quick and clear. "I'm at your feet, filming that beautiful, wet pussy and can still hear your grunts fine. I'm putting the towel between your legs now to keep the sand out so I can lick you and hope to give you the world's first under sand orgasm. We don't want a painful repeat of our beach sex when I dug a dick-shaped hole in the shore!" I moved the camera and zoomed in to fill the frame with her whole clam, then just her clit and vagina before spreading it open. She lurched and her labia swelled instantly. After aiming the camera and tripod, I settled in for my much anticipated box lunch. Her sweet, heady fragrance stopped me with my nose just touching her lips. I inhaled it deeply before pushing my nose slightly inside her wet lips and bumping it against her swollen pearl. She lurched again, but quickly pushed back and wiggled against my nose. My tongue pushed into her inner lips to spread them and nudge her little man out, as usual. I licked it and swivelled it about then licked between her inner and outer lips before pushing my tongue deeper inside her tangy depths, as usual. What wasn't as usual was that I was denied access to her tiny, hanging tits and the paragons of perfection that were her succulent nipples. Once hard, squeezing them firmly hastened her orgasm, but not this time. Instead, I lightly stroked the fine hairs on her tiny, sumptuous cheeks and spread them. I used her thigh flesh to squeeze her clit while I licked up, across her perineum and rubbed my nose against her musky, earthy rosebud. It clenched closed then relaxed as my bridge continued to rub it. I heard a gentle 'ahhh' thru the snorkel. I slowly pushed two fingers deep into her velvet vulva as I licked her clit. When I twisted my fingers inside her hot oven, the slight groan I heard grew much louder. I was so pleased that she was aroused though buried. My heart raced as I licked one finger clean then smeared her precious juices across her pale brown hole with the other. I sat up on her buried calves so I could push my slick finger into her rear chute as I used my other hand to once again raid her slippery, hot box. Though I missed seeing, feeling and tasting her perfect nipples, I was sure now that I would make her cum soon. I attacked on three fronts, ahem - two fronts and a rear actually. As my tongue lapped her clit, I stepped up my deep fingering in her beautiful cunt and pushed my finger deeper into her ass. She moaned loudly and grunted. I angled my finger in her sweet, tight ass so it rubbed the nerve-dense wrinkled ring, sucked and pulled her clit and at the right crescendo moment, dragged my fingers down and around to her engorged G-spot. The triple threat was irresistible, the result inevitable, the orgasm rippled her cheeks and she came loudly thru the snorkel. I held steady pressure while she convulsed under the sand. Watching her thighs, cheeks, rear hole and labia shudder out of control was all the reward I wanted. But I was far from done. When she stopped twitching wildly, I leaned my stiff cock against her plumped labia. Just as I started to push my bishop inside her well-lubed channel, the voices we heard morphed into live bodies, live naked bodies. They abruptly stopped talking and walking as soon as they saw me and a piece of a body in the sand, albeit a most alluring piece. I leaned back, hand on Sue's exposed ass and let my straining cock shamelessly leap into view of our 'guests.' "Hello. Are you all celebrating Nude Day too or just your everyday nudists?" I Buried My Naked Wife In The Desert Ignoring my dolt smile, the biggest, buff guy clenched his fists and spoke in an excessively deep voice, "What the hell is this?" He moved around me and confirmed by the puffy pussy that he was staring at a female before asking, "Is she OK?" The others circled me. I slapped Sue's ass and asked her to wiggle it if she were OK and grunt once to confirm. When she did, everyone calmed down and I explained what we were doing. I even played the video so they could see her nakedly help me dig her grave. "I promised her a special memory and maybe you can all help me do that?" When I said I wanted them all to lick her tasty pussy, they huddled and quickly agreed. They said they were nude for NDD and had left all their clothes, but their shoes, in the van. I conceded we did the same. When I told them what we did at the store, they laughed and pointed. The owners apparently told them about the nutty naked couple that we were. I had them line up in front of the camera and introduce themselves. The three men were skinny Larry (with the biggest dick), average Lewis (all around), and big, buff Len (with the smallest dick and balls). The three redheads were buxom Bella, flat Fran and busty Bea, all completely and freshly waxed. I stood next to the end girl, Bella, and threw my arm over her shoulders. As I revealed my name, she wrapped my still stiff and springy schlong with her hot hand and slowly tugged it. "Not shy about that either, I see." All heads turned to Bella's hand. We watched her big right tit rise and fall as she jerked my purple cock. I panted, "You may all use your fingers and tongues on my wife's exposed bits and try to make her climax, but no fucking unless you brought a rubber." Larry spoke up, "Happy to hear you say that. We all share each other and are all disease free, though we don't expect you to take our word for it, but are glad you are aware and spoke up. The same liberties go for you with our girls." They grinned and nodded as they stared at my cock. He knelt behind Sue's exposed parts and admired the closeup view. As he touched her labia he offered, "This is a pretty one, for sure, and it smells great. You didn't drop your seed in her yet." He rubbed his nose inside her lips, took a long lick then slowly plunged two fat fingers deep into my wife. We all heard her moan. "I guess she is alive! ...and so wet. She tastes great. Who's next?" Fran jumped up and Larry twisted his fingers out of Sue's snatch. Fran knelt behind Sue then put her face in her box. As she licked firmly from Sue's pubes around her swollen, exposed clit and deeply into her dripping kitty, Bella dropped to her knees before me and checked my dick. She said it looked and smelled healthy and she was willing to take a small chance with it. Apparently, that meant sucking it. She first licked it like a lollipop while the others watched, then sucked it deep into her practiced and expert mouth. In seconds, my pubes crushed her nose as her throat crushed my cock. Her hot, muscular throat rippled along my overpowered dick and I sent three bursts of sperm into her belly while bracing myself on her shoulders. "You didn't last long. I guess you were ready to fill your wife with all that tasty goo when we showed up." She smiled beautifully. Fran was rimming Sue as she rubbed her clit or pussy while rubbing her own clit with her other hand. Sue's ass was circling as moans came from her snorkel. Busty Bea knelt behind Fran and fingered and ate her as she continued to pleasure Sue. Barely recovered, I knelt between Bea's knees and dipped my face in her steamy snatch. As I savored her tasty treats, a hand pulled my semi hard dick down into a warm mouth. It was Bella again. She took a few licks then called out to Fran to switch places. Bella lapped Sue's pussy and anus as she fingered her clit and pussy. Fran spread her shapely legs and put my hand on her mound. I fingered her warm, wet box several seconds before she got behind me and sucked my dangling semi straight into her throat. I felt her gulp deeply and gasp around my dick so I looked back and saw big dick Larry fucking her. I fell back into Bea's tasty twat. Lew and Len were deep kissing and jerking each other, so that made two I didn't need to track. Suddenly I felt a finger rub across my round muscle. After a twinge and confirming that it was Fran trying to breach my rear, I relaxed it. She rimmed me so sensuously that my head spun. For the next few minutes her tongue sucked my balls, dick, anus and taint. She was well skilled and my vertigo grew lighter and higher with every lick. She had my cock throbbing again in an uncanny five minutes. Just seconds later, she took my rigid cock nearly into her belly and on the third neck muscle squeeze, she pushed her wet finger all the way into my ass and I shuddered in Bea's pussy and exploded in Fran's stomach. Impressive bitch! I knew I needed twenty minutes to recover, so I breathlessly fell out of the chain and panted compliments to Fran. "I never recovered that fast even when I was twenty. You have to teach my wife what you did. I'll show you and your guy my special R&R trick that will have you cumming on command. Let me check Sue's purse . . . " I hoped to find at least one condom so I could watch Larry's big dick fill Sue. Instead, I found mints. "Bella, let me taste my wife for a minute." She pulled away and I kissed her hard. My tongue tasted Sue on her tongue and I savored it and her skillful kiss. "Mmmm, not what I intended, but a joy nonetheless. Watch." I took a few long, deep laps in Sue's delicious quim then pushed a mint inside her Bella-flavored pussy. Bella stared wide-eyed as I pushed two fingers in Sue and stirred the mint around. "Not exactly mouthwash, but I love pussy juice on food, so why not this?" The minty flavor worked beautifully with Sue's nectar. I wanted it all, but suppressed my greed and held Sue's snatch open for Bella. Her eyes bugged open then tasted Sue again. "Oh my God! This is the best dessert I've ever had. You guys have to taste this!" Each of them pushed a tongue and finger deep into my minty wife and beamed at the flavor, even the gay couple. Once Bella had her turn, I moved her aside, still in front of the camera, and pushed another mint into her pretty pussy. She smiled dreamily as I stirred it around inside her. "Mints feel extremely good when wetly rubbed around an anus too. There's a cool, teasing feeling that's amazing. So suck a mint and lick someone's ass!" I sucked a mint, but didn't tell Bella. When I felt her internal mint had melted enough to coat her succulent snatch, I took a big minty lick of her labia. It took a second to feel it, then she gasped a loud 'ouuuuuuu' and everyone looked. "Ohhhh, thhhat, feeeels, amazing and dangerous and ahhhhmazingly cool and . . . Oohhhhh!" She shivered. I lifted her hips and licked her butt hole and she nearly screamed the same thing. The others were convinced! I coated two fingers with her minty pussy juices then stuck my tongue back inside her while I coated her tall, dense nipples with minty froth. I pinched one hard and she shuddered, saying she felt that jolt rush down to her clit. One last move before forcing her climax; I pushed my two still-minty fingers into her willing ass. She began to shove her hips up into my mouth and moaned loudly. Before letting her orgasm, I announced it to all. "This is her time to cum. Bella," with each subsequent word I licked her clit and shoved my fingers deep in her ass. "I... want... you... to... cum... NOW!" And she screeched, shuddered and collapsed on cue. As she lay there twitching, eyes rolled far back, we heard the pale echo of her orgasmic release. Her boyfriend volunteered he'd never seen her react like that and never on cue. "I have two more tricks I didn't have to use thanks to the amplification of the mints. Maybe later . . . " "Larry, you and your big dick haven't cum yet here so let's get you a rubber from Sue's purse so you can fuck her. I'm sure she's ready for another orgasm. Then we can dig her up. You OK with that my love?" We heard her grunt once. "That means YES." Being the eager type, Fran stole a mint for her mouth, knelt before Larry and licked his dick as he unwrapped the rubber. He twitched and commented that it works on cocks too! Fran helped him stretch the thin sheath over his massive pole then licked the latex. "That's for Sue. Give her my, uh, minty love." As he moved toward my wife's anxious pussy, I moved the camera for a better angle. Fran moved to the other side and smiled at the camera as she spread Sue's pussy open for Larry. He fingered her harshly and smeared her juices over the head of the rubber then across her anus. I angled the camera for the best view of the monster cock paused at Sue's dripping, reddened gate and recorded his slow breach. His fat bishop vanished inside my wife and her labia were pulled in with it. Then, instead of a slow steady advance, he abruptly shoved an inch in, paused a second and repeated until all ten inches of his fat cock were inside her and his pubes rubbed her ass. He froze there, moan for moan matching the noises coming from the snorkel. He quickly pulled all the way out, her lips clinging, trying to hold the monster weapon inside her. With her whimpering and his helm at her gate, he paused. In one sudden thrust, he shoved his massive, slick tool all the way in until we heard his flesh slap hers. She cried out thru the snorkel, but was that pain or pleasure? Fran smiled to reassure me and Larry began thrusting faster and faster. His cock blurred the lines of her pussy. We heard Sue grunting and moaning with each slap, but she seemed to plateau without climaxing. "This is usually where I like a second cock to fill her ass so she will cum within seconds of a DP. I can't do that here, so..." He shoved two fingers into Fran's wet snatch then roughly shoved them in Sue's vulnerable ass. She screamed in pain, wriggled her ass to get away, then the sand above her head started moving. No wonder why he needed a second cock to help him! Four hands pushed Sue back down. Her ass loosened so Larry started twisting those fingers in her as he kept pummeling her. This was a classless and low skilled fucking that was hurting Sue. I was about to separate them when I heard her growl in submission and moan in pleasure. Her thighs, ass and pussy all went slack so Larry pushed harder. He needs some sex training! Despite the crude pounding, friction won out and we heard Sue muffle in orgasm. As she shook and squeezed his cock, Larry clenched his skinny ass and filled his sheath with three firm grunts and thrusts. He fell back on his knees, wiped his brow and commented, "She's very snug and a hot fuck!" That's when I was sure I wasn't going to let him fuck her again without cautions. I waited for Sue's cheeks to stop twitching then tapped her back three times. She moaned and slowly pushed up against the sand. Shortly, she was a sandy Lazarus on her knees trying to survive the vertigo and brightness of her old world. She pulled the snorkel from her mouth and sat on her buried feet. "That was very . . . interesting. There's a sensory depravation angle to burial that was tranquil yet enervating. I'm glad I did that, but don't want to do it again. Who just f... Oh you, with the rubber still on you! You were a little too rough for me. We are not fucking again . . . ," then she REALLY noticed the size of his cock, "unless someone shows you how to be more gentle. After I got past the pain, you did fill me up. I see why now." They all laughed. I was glad she told him off, but wondered if he would accept training. We finished digging Sue out and everyone wanted to rub the sand off her tiny tits. It was too coarse so she left most of it on her. No longer shy for now, when she saw the camera still running, she smiled a sandy smile for it and came to kiss me. I brushed her sandy lips, but still caught sand in my mouth and spit it away. We introduced Sue to everyone and chatted a bit. I said I had one more simple photo project and maybe all the girls would like to be part of it. When I said it also was burial, they all backed away. "No, this time it's face UP. I want your beautiful faces exposed as well as your tits. That's all. And the grave isn't as deep." They discussed it. When it seemed they were going to refuse, I reminded them that they may NEVER get to do this again. Though that wasn't necessarily true, it swayed them. "OK guys, lets dig four graves about eighteen inches deep and about five feet long. We should also make a wide berm to support their backs." We dug and the girls helped. I used Sue's grave since it was mostly intact and that let me roam a few times for photos. I thought I might have to send these people a copy. Once we had the holes dug and the berms set, we had to customize each so their head was on the undug sand and only their tits stayed above ground. It wasn't as easy as it seemed. If the hole was too shallow, I had them shift their backs side to side to compact and shrink the berm until I could pack the sand around their tits. If the hole was too deep, we had to pull her out and fill it in. Once completed, I took photos and thought of a title. Maybe 'a chick farm where beautiful women grew from . . . seed'? Sue and Fran's tits looked like thin muffin tops with one raisin in each. Though Sue's raisins were more like large, juicy grapes. Bella and Bea's BIG tits differed. Bella's looked like large, loose pancakes and Bea's still looked like jumbo muffins. Each had small pea sized nips. I stood then knelt over each body and took photos. "One more round before you get up. Guys, dig a hole under their heads, but leave a mound like a cervical pillow. I want their heads tilted far back so you can see a line pass thru their mouths to their bellies. You can guess how that will help make this a sexier photo. I'll lie by each head as each guy stands over you, then squats down so you can take his cock in your mouths. Each of you will get a turn." "Len, you first. You or Lew can stroke it stiff again. If a female mouth bothers you, you don't have to push it in, just lay it on her nose and mouth." Len said they were actually bi and a 'mouth is a mouth.' Since he hadn't had a female mouth on his dick in a long while, he relished feeling Sue's throat and his dick stiffened without help. I tactfully asked if it had been in anyone's ass since he last cleaned it and he said it wasn't. I took a full body frontal, then profile then laid down while he squatted over her face and two more as he entered then bottomed out in her throat, his hairy balls on her eyes. If he came in her throat, I wanted a shot of his dick on her creamy mouth or face. That was the sequence I shot for each, and two of them filled her belly with sperm. I handed the camera off to Lew when it was my turn in her mouth. Since the dug sand was cooler than the top sand or air, Sue chose to stay under even after her photo shoot. Each girl got the same series and few of us could cum again so quickly, so they were mostly sperm safe. I marveled at how different yet similar each girl's throat was. I made a mental note of how each clenched slowly or rapidly on my embedded cock; how none of them gaged; how some throats fluttered on my cock and others clenched it firmly. They all tried more than one trick as they tried to competitively make us cum. I managed to fill Bea's and Bella's bellies. Finished with the photo sessions, we helped pull the girls out of their holes. Fran spoke out again, "What about us burying you with just your head and cocks above the sand? We'll squat on your faces while you eat us and take those photos." Though a very fair proposal, we didn't think we could get them up again for a while and the sun was getting fierce. I conceded that we should take those pix even if we didn't climax again or get them to cum, but we didn't need to dig again due to the time and heat. Sue took the camera and I was first on the ground with my dick on my thigh. "Fran, you're our fluffer. Pull their balls up and stroke their dicks to attention if you can." She sat on my knees and had each woman stand spread-legged over my face for an introductory shot. Then she laid down with her tits on my knees so she had a clean shot of my tongue licking the open pussy above me. She took one more with each woman holding her pussy wide open so I could lick her clit. Bea and Bella had beautiful, artful pussies with mildly protruding clits, much like my Sue's yet not quite as spectacular. Fran's labia were not as symmetrical and looked cruder cut. Her clit was at least twice the size of everyone else's and darker; maybe that accounted for her frenzied, orgiastic sex drive? After that series for each of us was done we packed up and exchanged emails so I could send them select photos and maybe hook up again. We all paused silently behind the soundless dune and took in the peaceful stillness one more time. One more deep breath and we walked toward the less silent road. We stood there looking across the valley, all reluctant to leave. A carful of loud people playing loud music went by then slammed on their brakes and backed up. "Why are you guys all naked? Are you in trouble? Do y'all need some clothes?" I briefly explained the Nude day concept and they were in awe that it was legal. "It's only legal in certain areas so if you strip and drive, you may get arrested in some area and applauded in others. If you want to take the risk, I suggest you keep your clothes handy. Ours are locked in our cars." They looked around and both guys first stripped quickly in the road and pulled their girls out of the car and stripped them as they giggled. Two more beautiful women naked in Death Valley! What would the store owners think if they saw all twelve of us naked on the road? They might even join us. Uggh! The new kids climbed back in their car naked and drove off. We smiled at each other, kissed, fingered and waved goodbye. I hate goodbyes! P.S. When we got back to our very hot car, it was hard to touch ANYthing, even the door handles. It was 132 outside, probably 140+ inside despite the open windows. I opened the doors with the towel and grabbed another from the trunk so we could sit on them. We decided to drive naked too as far as we could. Once inside, I found the calculator in a folding pleather case I had left under my seat, in the 'shade' for protection! It singed my fingers. The LCD display was BLACK, the buttons too hot to touch, the pleather a soft, molten shield. I figured I would have to trash it when it cooled some. Amazingly, when we crossed the Rockies and I checked it, the calculator worked fine! [Yes the essence of this is true. I DID bury her, face UP and OUT, in Death Valley and suffered the consequences for WEEKS afterward. What consequences? Well, she kept finding and dropping sand everywhere she sat. Despite several thorough showers, we kept finding sand in all her cracks for weeks. Sex seemed to include SANDpaper, so it was out for far too long. We DID make a lasting memory though and that counts! Doesn't it?] =================================== /\_/\ ( ~ ~ )  > * This is an NDD entry so Please vote BIG and leave constructive comments. Thanks . . . ------------------------------------------- =============== 27 hr 1400 6/19/14 ========== 7392 words ============ 3/3/10 seminal image: wife in shallow 'grave' to her chin; we hear voices getting closer Gck June 19, 2014