11 comments/ 30401 views/ 12 favorites Birding: A Cautionary Tale By: yowser I could feel the rough bark of the tree trunk on my bare back and ass, and as long as I didn't move, it wasn't too uncomfortable. My hands were tied with rope, stretched a little too tightly up and over my head and secured to a tree branch above me. I was on my knees, which were starting to complain, as well as my ankles, tied back around the tree. I felt a bit like an insect with his back stuck on some flypaper, only held immobile with ropes. A bandana covered my eyes so I couldn't even see what was going on. My cock was aching and stiff, pointing out straight ahead, and I considered the circumstances that got me here. If I had told anyone at work what had happened during this strange, out-of-control weekend, no one would have believed me, or at least they would have laughed hard enough that I wouldn't have dared mention the story anyway. I could hear my tormentors just a few feet away, chatting, giggling and having a leisurely picnic, and making occasional comments about my prick's stiffness, and what might next be in store for it. I had not been looking forward to this weekend, yet had made a promise to my wife out of obligation. Nowhere would I have foreseen how events would go, however. If Carol had known, she wouldn't have agreed either, but that's a different matter. The whole situation was just plain bizarre. Months earlier Carol had arranged for her college pals, Kira and Tess, to join her and her best college buddy Millie, who lived just the town over from us here in the foothills of the Smokies, to come out for a bird-watching weekend. This was a relatively new interest for Carol, and I guess one of those signs that we were solidly and unmistakably middle-aged. At least it seemed that way to me. College some twenty years in the rear view mirror for us, our boy Andrew himself ready to head off to university next fall, and away for the summer for the first time in his life with a job down on the coast. The house had been unnaturally quiet and the phrase "empty nesters" was leering us in the face. Beginning last autumn, at the start of Andrew's senior year, Carol had picked up some birding equipment, a nice set of binoculars and a bushel of guidebooks, and had been scouting around our region and getting good at bird identifications. To me it seemed like she was looking ahead, something wives always seem to do better than husbands, to find a hobby or activity to keep her occupied for the future when Andrew was no longer around. He'd been our life for almost twenty years. I humored her some, and would go along on some of her walks, but frankly, I couldn't care much about the whole deal. Birds can be handsome enough, they fly and make nests, and crap where you don't want them to, but their plumage and habits just didn't do much for me personally. Anyway, the girls were coming out, in theory to share in Carol's new interest but more just to do a college reconnect, but Carol's aging mother this last week had came down with appendicitis, got the damn thing removed, and Carol went back home to Tennessee to take care of her for the week. Everything was straightforward, no complications, but Carol felt the need to help and didn't want her mom alone. I tried to get her to reschedule the girls' visit, but it was going to be too complicated, too expensive to cancel plane flights, etc. And while Kira and Tess, having flown in from out of town, had thankfully decided to stay with Millie instead of our place, Carol had still insisted that I lead the bird expedition up at North Lake she had planned for today, since I knew the terrain and we had a van big enough to haul us and our gear around. And she reminded me of all the times she had put up my old college drinking buddies, fed them, and catered to them over the years. It was My Turn. Right. Phooey. But at least with my buds I was always around to talk and play host, even if she handled the infrastructure. For this one I was going to be doing everything. So here I was, on a Saturday midday in June, leading a troop of early forty-something year old women around Clear Lake looking for loons, flycatchers and who knew what else. We had started along the main trail around the lake, but halfway around had to loop back since the rains had made the going fairly impassable around the swampy south edge of the lake, and the trail was impossibly muddy. It was hot and buggy even in the shade, and I don't think I was the only one annoyed that we had to retrace our tracks. At least the breeze coming off the lake felt good. We were headed back up the main knoll overlooking the lake, me in the lead with Tess, short, red-haired and the trimmest of them all, although that wasn't saying much, myself included. Any one of us could have lost 15 pounds without any trouble, or more. Millie was just plain wide, her body took up a lot of real estate, although she was such a perpetually cheerful soul you never really thought of her as overweight. Her moon face had two dimples when she smiled, which was often, and she had kept her dark hair long. Kira, the Jewish one from New York with the brown flashing eyes, was round too, but smaller, with a short waist, broad hips and a healthy chest. I was in decent enough shape, although I wished my gut was smaller. The three of them wanted to take the side trail down to the shore just before the knoll, to see some of the waterbirds, but I wasn't so keen on that. In fact, our couple hours tramping about hadn't exactly been super comfortable, and I had pretty much exhausted my limited reserve of small talk by then, and wasn't able to either keep up with or take an interest in the other topics that seemed to occupy front stage for the old college companions. Carol and I had met after college, so I didn't know the crew from then, only afterwards as favored old friends of my wife, although of course I had gotten to know Millie fairly well as a local family friend too. All told, I still felt awkward and a bit out of place in their conversations without Carol around. So I begged off at the trail juncture, and indicated I would go up higher on the knoll to look for hawks, and catch up to them at the trail-head back by the car in half an hour or so. They were fine with that, maybe even a bit relieved since it gave all of us a little separation, and they might talk more freely without me around. I didn't get the impression that they felt I was abandoning them. Besides, I had spotted another sight on the lake I wanted to investigate further alone. I made my way uphill along the trail, and at a decent vantage point turned my binoculars towards Seward's Point, where several vacation houses had cropped up in recent years. There were a couple college-aged kids on a boat, moored in one of the smaller coves, who had drawn my eye. Their dingy had the requisite cooler and party supplies. But sure enough, when I swung my binoculars their way, I verified what I thought I had seen. The gal had removed her tee shirt and was topless, sitting in the bow of the boat, soaking up the sun. They obviously couldn't imagine that anyone would be seeing them. She had nice succulent boobs, and for once I was glad I had along the birding binoculars that had weighed me down the earlier part of the morning on our silly jaunt. For a better view, and to be a little less conspicuous with some leafy camouflage around me, I climbed a decent sized nearby tree, perching myself on a large branch about fifteen feet up, and swiveled the high magnification Leica towards the amorous youngsters. Hot damn. She had dark hair, as did he, and they made a handsome enough couple. She had thrown her head back, laughing at something he said, and her pointy softball sized breasts jiggled with her laughter. My crotch tightened as I watched them. After a few minutes of conversation, my lenses intently trained on her lovely chest, she leaned over to give him a kiss. Naturally, he couldn't resist feeling her up while her tits were right in front of him, and he kneaded them in a way that made my mouth water. Before long things got serious. Sitting on the rower's bench of the boat, he had allowed her to pull his trunks off, and she now knelt in front of him, between his legs, taking his prick in her mouth. I couldn't see the action as well as I would have liked, but her head moving up and down on his crotch was clear enough, her soft tits bobbing up and down enticingly as she worked him over. I stood up on my branch, running my hand down to my own crotch, reveling in the delightful tingling and stiffening taking place there. Feeling a bit adventurous, I pulled off my shorts, and carefully stashed them and my boxers at the junction where the tree branch joined the main trunk. Binoculars back in sighting position, I braced myself against the tree trunk, one hand on my prick, while the other aimed the Leica carefully on the couple. A couple of minutes of increasingly heated activity on the boat had me pretty excited myself. With all the commotion at home with Carol and her mom's news and so forth, we hadn't made love in a couple weeks, and my balls were boiling away with a good supply of semen. My prick was hard, and its head tingling to my touch. And it is just such a turn-on to have an erection out of doors anyway. I was slowly running my fingers over my excited glans, while I watched the wench continue to tongue the new admiral out in the cove, when I heard a sound from below and looked down with alarm as Tess stood at the base of the tree, looking up at me. Her dark glasses kept me from seeing her eyes, but her mouth was open, and then slowly formed its way into a smile. "This part of your normal birdwatching routine?" she asked, eyebrows arching. "Ah, no..." I stammered, quickly letting go of my cock with my hand, a sudden sinking feeling starting to settle in. "Weren't you guys going to be down at the lake edge?" I asked, stalling for time and trying to say anything tangential to the situation. Just what sort of snappy reply was I going to be able to offer up? Announcing the target of my viewing would at least have provided some reason for my condition, but then again, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. It turned out it didn't matter, since Tess had turned her head in the direction my binoculars had been directed, and even without lens aid she figured out the scene. She turned back, smiling even more broadly at me. "Nothing like a good set of 10 power magnification lenses, huh?" She paused. "The others went back to the car, and I just thought I would let you know we were ready to go." She laughed suddenly and I knew my face was turning red. I turned to pick up my shorts, and between my jangled nerves and the extra care I took trying to keep my balance on the tree, I managed to knock them off from their perch and they fell to the ground next to the tree root. Jesus Christ, I was going to have to come down without my shorts on, engorged cock bobbing around out in front of one of Carol's old college roommates. I don't think I could have designed a more embarrassing situation. Well, maybe if Carol had been there to witness it, that would have been worse. And I wasn't even going to be able to view the messy, satisfying finale from the happy boat couple, either. I hadn't determined yet whether I would see him come in her mouth or maybe they would fuck merrily in the boat. Tess watched me clamber down, a little more intently than I might have wished. My cock was hard enough that it waved or bobbed with each movement I made, and I had to take some trouble to make sure I didn't accidentally bang it into the tree on the way down. She'd picked up my shorts, and when I got to the bottom, I extended my hand and said "thanks," intending to take them. But she didn't give them to me. Her eyes, near as I could tell behind her dark glasses, were focused on my groin. "Sorry," she finally went, "haven't seen an erect penis in some time. Since Harold and I split, that is." This took me by surprise, since they had divorced a couple years ago. I had never liked him much anyway, but they had been married over ten years. "You haven't dated anyone? Or done anything?" "Nope," she said, "I felt fine to be done with all that and haven't had any interest. But you remind me how handsome a penis can be." "Thanks," I said, feeling a little better. Tell a guy he has a nice looking cock, even if you are lying, and you can get away with all kinds of stuff. I never knew why more women didn't know this. "Now if I can just get my clothes back on we can catch up with the others." She smiled, and took a step back, holding my shorts behind her. "Maybe not straight away," she said, eyes still on my crotch, "I'm not sure when I'll next get a good look." I stepped forward, a little annoyed now. "Come on Tess, you've caught me, I think the saying goes, with my pants down. Fair enough, but let's just get on with it." "Maybe," she kept smiling. "Maybe. Come here a second," she had backed up against the tree trunk. I started to reach around behind her to grab my shorts, but before I could, she reached for my prick, and gave it a nice little tug. "Hey, wait a sec..." I started, but she slid her hand up and down on my shaft, slowly, gently, insistently. The smile had never left her face. "So smooth," she went, "so nice to feel. Like ivory." Her fingers were doing lovely things to my prickshaft and head. Now I was certainly stronger than her and fast enough to seize my shorts back, and that thought occurred to me, but it would have meant a struggle, and I wasn't sure that was going to be the best thing in the circumstances. "Look, Tess, I don't think Carol would appreciate this. Not a very bright move on my part, but let's just let this whole thing go here." She was looking me square in the face now, her hand still moving up and down my prick, in a way that despite my embarrassment actually felt pretty nice. "Yes, yes," she went, "just a moment. I haven't had a poke in ages. I know I won't climax, if for no other reason than I bet your pent up-sperm isn't going to hold up but for a few minutes, but it still would feel nice. It's been awhile," she went, almost wistfully. I was about to protest again, but she silenced me. "No one will know, Brian, just the two of us. I don't even think Carol would mind as much as you might think," although I had no idea what that last phrase meant. Before I could do anything else, she had dropped to her knees and had my prick in her mouth. Oh jeez, I thought, as I watched her take my cockhead down, her tongue doing delectable little movements along my glans and shaft. The odd thought that popped into my brain then was that from here on out, I would never be able to listen to her or watch her talk again without remembering that her lips had once been around the head of my penis. Her eyes were closed, her attention completely on my cock. She held my balls in one hand, kneading them, while her mouth did sweet things to my prick. She was clearly totally enjoying the experience. After a couple minutes she stood back up and pulled her shorts off. She leaned back against the tree and pulled my prick towards her, guiding it up to her crotch. She rubbed my prickhead against her notch, up and down, til I could feel her dampness. Her pubic hair was thick and a light-reddish color, and I could feel it tickle my groin as she guided me in. At this point I still could've backed out, and should have. But I didn't. She spread her legs a little further apart and I found myself sliding into her. The angle wasn't super, and at first I was conscious of not wanting to push her bare ass too forcefully into the tree. But a couple minutes of gentle thrusting, and I found I could no longer hold back. She was remarkably well lubricated, given her short arousal time, and she was holding my ass in a firm grip with her hands. We kissed and my hips starting humping hot and heavy. I no longer felt concern about her backside and the tree trunk and whether the pressure bothered her or not, but was just thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. My balls contracted, our tongues entwined, and I felt the first of several semen-propelling squeezes. I was grunting, my ass contracting, the semen coming up strongly into her. Each of her hands was holding my asscheeks, spreading them wide, and she was pulling my pelvis into her. And then all was still. My mouth on her neck, I felt her hands relax on my ass a little, my own prick now in that near-death state that a climax brings, still tingling but wiped out, I mean beat. We kissed for a minute or so, and I stepped back, my prick slobbery wet and shrinking as it slipped out of her. A little drop of sperm lingered at the tip, which Tess stooped over to lick off, giving my prickhead a last little, thankfully gentle, clean up. Her tongue, while soft and wet, still gave me an almost uncomfortable set of sensations. She gave me a look and a smile I could not quite interpret. Naughty? Lascivious? Triumphant? I was completely disoriented. My cock had just been up my wife's old college friend. Everything had happened so quickly I couldn't make sense of the thoughts jostling together in my head. She smiled again and handed over my shorts, and we pulled on our clothes in silence. Her rump was red from being mashed into the tree, and the bark had left uneven impressions on her skin. It was stronger looking than I might have thought, not all soft and droopy from middle age, but firm and round. She had to be a runner or play tennis or something. I wished now that I had had my hands around her asscheeks while humping her. We walked back to the trail, neither of us saying a word. She was smiling when we caught up to the others though, easing into chatter with them like, well, we had just been on a bird walk. My groin was a bit confused though. It had felt good to be up a cunt, however unexpectedly, and I had certainly expended my load with enthusiasm. It wasn't quite the blue-balls effect, though similar, maybe because of the quickness of it all. My testicles were sore, restless, unhappy. It was the damnedest feeling. We piled into the van and I drove us to Millie's. We had drinks and an early dinner and I begged off staying later, saying I was an early-to-bed, early-to-rise man, and wanted a good rest before our trip tomorrow. We were going to be heading out up into the mountains to one of Carol's favored bird spots, and I made excuses about gathering up our picnic supplies and gear so as to be ready in the morning. I really didn't want to spend the rest of the evening with them, but I wonder now that if I had stayed longer that perhaps the next day wouldn't then have had a chance to develop as it did. Sunday morning I picked them up, Kira in a yellow patterned sleeveless sundress, who surprised me with the sight of dark unshaven underarms, some brown curly hair flashing when she helped in loading the van. Guess I had never seen her in anything sleeveless before. Very old-school and vaguely exotic. Tess and Millie were in loose shorts and tee-shirts, everyone with decent hiking shoes and various levels of aesthetics in sunhats, actually mostly pretty dopey looking. We made for an unremarkable, middle-aged foursome. We drove up into the mountains about half an hour, and turned off on Old River Road. After ten miles we came to the pullout near the trail-head, gathered our supplies and headed up the dirt pathway. Carol had discovered in her bird wanderings a really quite deserted mountain meadow off the trail that was a perfect setting for a pile of things. The boundary of field and forest made for good wildlife sightings, and the meadow itself was a good spot for a picnic. We had never seen another soul on our trips up there. The isolation was complete enough that I could sometimes get Carol to go topless while we had lunch, an uncharacteristic bit of daring for her. It was not quite a mile up from the road, maybe a twenty minute walk. Birding: A Cautionary Tale We saw a couple woodpeckers on the way, but mostly jays and other non-descript species. We had heated up enough when we got to the meadow that we wanted some shade, so went over to a tree on the edge of the meadow, and began to set up our spread there. Carol and I had used this spot before for exactly this reason. While unpacking our gear I noticed Tess checking out the layout fairly carefully. Millie had done most of the prep, enlisting the others for salad-making, and assembling standard picnic fare for us all. They'd brought a couple bottles of wine. I was spreading the picnic blanket with Tess when Millie spoke up. "You bring the red bag up, Kira? With the corkscrew and utensils?" Kira looked over, a little aggravated. "No, I thought you had it. That was the last bag to come out to the van from the kitchen. I know it got its way into the car." "Crap," went Millie. "Anyone with a corkscrew?" Somewhat surprisingly none of us had the requisite attachment on our knives or other outdoors tool kits. "I'm not doing without any wine. I'll have to go back," she said. Kira volunteered to come along for company, Tess and I waving them off. "We'll have us set up by the time you get back," I said. They had been gone just a couple minutes, and I was on my knees on the edge of the blanket arranging platters and what not. All of a sudden Tess lurched up behind me and knocked me to the blanket, sprawling me out in a belly flop. "Hey," I said, "what's up with that?" She was on top of me, her lips near my right ear. "That was nice yesterday Brian," she whispered. "I have been thinking about it ever since." "No, no, no," I said. "That was an accident. A once. I'm not up for anything else." That was almost true. I had gone to bed last night too, with an insistently hard penis, thinking about tailing her against the tree that day. I still couldn't quite believe my prick had been up her less than twenty-four hours previously. I squirmed out from underneath her, but she continued to hold me close, her hand on my crotch. I hadn't had an erection when on the trail hiking up, but the pressure from her hand, and her rubbing, changed that scene fairly quickly. We argued a little, but I noted that I hadn't actually gotten up and moved away from her, and the more her hand traveled over my penis, the less interested I was in separating. After a few minutes, she undid my fly and fished out my cock. She examined it carefully, semi-hard, in the filtered shade of the tree, and delicately slithered her tongue over its head. I quivered with the touch, my penis rapidly responding to the warm, wet contact. I thought about her healthy looking rump from yesterday, while she played with my prick, sliding her tongue up and down my shaft, lingering at my prickhead with intense pleasure. "They're going to be back any moment, you know?" I responded, in a half-hearted attempt to stop the proceedings. She responded by pulling off all her clothes, and I got another, closer look at her strong, round haunches. Her breasts were small, with dark, erect nipples. As she knelt next to me I saw her notch, her outer lips red, split open and inviting. "It's half an hour minimum to the van and back. We got time for a quick one, Brian. I'm pretty hyped up, you know. I want to climax this time." She had a determined look on her face. What was that line from Zorba the Greek? "The only sin in life is when a woman invites you to her bed and you don't go"? I pictured Anthony Quinn saying that and in other circumstances might have chuckled to myself. She slid off my shorts and shirt, pushed me back on the blanket and in a trice had straddled me, lowering herself down over my now hard prick. She leaned forward and dangled one of her nipples into my mouth, then rubbing them each in turn over my face, she began to grind her pelvis into mine. At first I had a hard time focusing on the events happening to my groin down there. The total surprise of the seduction, if you could call it that, although here I was with a stiff penis up this woman, again, had muddled my thoughts. But Tess indeed seemed determined to climax. She was moving with energy on me, her breath getting shorter and faster. She had pressed her torso on me firmly, her breasts squashed onto my chest while she ground her pelvis into mine, her ass heaving with enthusiasm. She'd thrown her arms up over my head, which I registered as a little odd, her elbows pressing my ears, holding my head still, kissing me, while her cunt worked me over. My own hands had made their way to her strong ass, where I could feel her asscheeks squeezing in their up-and-down movements on my prick. Suddenly, without warning, my wrists were seized and pulled to the side, and before I could do anything, Tess had uncunted and had put a bandana around my eyes, blindfolding me. I heard Kira and Millie issuing urgent advice to each other as they wrestled me over to the shade tree. I struggled but each of them had pulled my hands back behind me in a way that both hurt and didn't give me any leverage to resist. I was backed up against the tree, Tess helping, and it was maybe five minutes work for them to bind me against the tree trunk. They had put my hands up over my head and then tied my wrists somehow up above me with some rope, and had wedged what I later found out was the camera tripod, extended, behind my kneepits, to keep my knees spread and forward of the tree trunk and well anchored while they tied my ankles back behind the tree. They had padded the tripod with some sort of soft cloth so it didn't cut into my legs. I was spread-eagled out against the tree trunk. It had all happened so suddenly, and was so well engineered, I had to wonder at just how much planning the girls had gone to. I was pretty immobile, they had given the rope good tension, although not enough to actually hurt. I started to wonder if one of them had some sort of rope fetish in some corner of their personal life, but couldn't believe that was the case. Millie and Edmund? Impossible. I realized I didn't know anything about Kira's love life and Tess' limited horizons on that score had been revealed the day before. Of course I had been arguing with them, alternatively threatening and pleading with them to cut it out and ditch whatever crazy plan they had cooked up, but they had not only paid no attention but seemed to be enjoying the scene. When I was secured, it appeared that they stopped to admire their work. "Well, just look at that," the voice was Millie's. I must have been quite a sight. Hands up and tied, knees on the ground, and at least they had put a blanket or something underneath them for padding, and my cock still stiff from my time up Tess, pointing out straight. Kira laughed. "Well done. We got ourselves a nice little set-piece to go along with lunch!" "A regular erotic sculpture," said Millie, emphasizing and exaggerating the pronunciation of "erotic." "A kinetic erotic sculpture," went Kira again, laughing in a way that dismayed me. "Not sure how much kinetic energy it has," said Tess. "He's damn stuck there." "I don't know about that," replied Kira. "We can still play with him, watch!" I felt a pair of hands on my cock, giving it a squeeze and they giggled when it twitched with the touch. "What's the deal?" I spoke, not sure what tone to take. "What are you guys up too anyway?" "We're here for a picnic," went Tess, not unkindly. "We don't have Carol, but we have you. No plans to hurt you or leave you here or do anything you might not actually enjoy. Just some old college classmates having some fun. A nice afternoon outside. Just relax as much as you can," Millie snorted at this, "and all will be well, honest." I argued ineffectively. They finally gave up talking to me and began to finish up setting up their spread. I heard Millie say with some admiration, "You were handling him pretty well when we showed up, Tess. Nice movement on that trim little backside of yours." Kira laughed. The only way I knew how long the whole thing went on is that I had noted the time when we pulled into the meadow, and looked again at my watch when the scenario was over and we were making our way back to the car. I was tied up for almost three and a half hours, which seemed like an eternity while I was pinioned in place, as I had almost no sense of time throughout, and had just been reacting to sensations other than sight for the whole stretch. They took a leisurely lunch, it seemed to me. Part of their entertainment appeared to be keeping my cock hard, although I myself thought it awfully close to torture. Whenever one of them noticed that it wasn't ramrod straight anymore, a pair of hands, or less frequently but more pleasurably, an anonymous mouth would wander over and give me twenty or thirty seconds of stimulation, until my cock was hard again, pointing out straight and bobbing in the breeze. I tried to figure out who was doing what, but it was a tough job. If Kira said something while a mouth was on me, I knew it wasn't her lips around my prick, but the possibilities were usually too complicated to figure out. I couldn't tell one set of fingers from another. They talked about all sorts of things while they ate and drank. College life, other friends, work, the weather, sewing and crotchet projects, like I wasn't even there. Every once in awhile Millie would say, "He's drooping" and my balls would get fondled, my shaft stroked, and when acceptably erect, they would go back to their meal. A few times they fed me some grapes and bread and cheese, Tess saying something about the need to "keep up" my strength. Twice Kira held a wine bottle up to my mouth, telling me to open wide so I knew when it was coming. I gulped awkwardly, dribbles of wine coming out and down along my chin and chest, and the alcohol went to my head faster than you might have thought, but of course I had barely eaten since breakfast. Finally they seemed to be done with their repast, and I heard them moving about. When next they spoke it seemed they had gathered around me. "Should we decorate him?" asked Millie. Kira chuckled. "We have some watercress left from the salad." I felt some greens getting placed around my groin and balls. What I found out later were little bunches of grapes, and a couple cherries joined to their stems, were draped around my shaft, and something, again what turned out to be a cherry, was wedged into my navel. They stopped to admire their work. To my acute distress, they laughed, hard and long. To my even greater dismay I heard a few shutter clicks from the birding camera. So my embarrassment was going to be recorded for posterity too, super. Millie wasn't quite satisfied. "The brie!" she exclaimed, and I felt a little dab of soft, wet cheese placed on the very tip of my prick. They laughed way too enthusiastically. I did not appreciate their comments, and I knew my face was red. After a few minutes, someone got down on their hands and knees, and I felt the greens getting nibbled off my groin, which tickled and made my cock twitch. One by one the other things got eaten, a mouth on my navel, plucking the cherry out, to Millie's laughter, and I heard a pit getting spit out. Finally the brie went, a soft lick, followed after a swallow, with a longer, more detailed journey along my prickhead. The tongue was gentle, wet, and playful, the lips felt very nice sliding along my cock, and my balls tightened. The mouth stopped its exploration way too soon, and I felt, rather than heard them gathered around me. A pair of breasts were dangled into my face, which couldn't have been Kira's since they weren't large enough. So the clothes were off now, I concluded, or at least the shirts. The boobs rubbed back and forth over my face, and in turn two nipples offered to me to suckle. It was soft, ample skin, so it had to be Millie. They were replaced after some time with the small hard nipples of Tess, who squashed her boobs along my face, insistently pushing each nipple into my mouth. I had no sense of how long this went on. Tongues licked and tickled my exposed armpits, which felt much nicer than I might have thought. I was in a state of acute anticipation, never sure how or where I would next be touched. Fingers and fingernails went up and down my inner thighs, tracing patterns that made my cock bob. My prick never got enough attention, never for long enough to enjoy, only just long enough to keep me hard. My balls were stroked and teased, at least once licked, although that would have been an awkward activity for someone to reach with me up against the tree, even with my legs spread the way they were. I thought I heard various articles of clothing being shed and dropped to the ground. Once, on one of the delicious times when a mouth was actually devoting some attention to my penis, I felt a slippery finger slide slowly up my anus, stretching my rectum and rooting around with delectable sensations. My hips quivered. I was aware of someone standing in front of me. I heard, and felt around my chin and cheeks, a dress rustling and being lifted (so Kira at least still had some clothes on, which explained why I had not felt her breasts on my face) and a warm, furry crotch was slowly pressed into my face. No panties, no nothing, just a thicket of soft curls, and a damp notch over my mouth. Had she hiked up to the meadow without any knickers on? Or had she removed them once the little adventure had gotten underway? I licked. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, which was damp and smelled lovely. She tilted her pelvis so I could slide my tongue up her channel, and I heard Millie gasp to my right. "Nice," Millie's voice went. I felt some fingers, probably not Kira's, run lightly over my prick. Kira oscillated her pelvis in and out, tilting for different angles, and I noted how her clitoris grew larger, when I lingered there, and engorged. And then it must have been Millie's turn. Kira's dress dropped back into place, as she must have been holding it up, and she stepped away. I was aware of a very broad pelvis, with thick soft thighs and a cunt with a lot less hair, pressed into my face, and I licked again, this time with little sighs of pleasure that accompanied my actions. At one point Millie's ample hips had pushed my head fairly forcefully back into the tree, and I heard Tess say "Easy, girl." There was another changing of the guard, "just like Buckingham palace," was the bizarre observation that registered in my head, and a new, different cunt was pressed into my face. Tess was already wet, from our earlier efforts, and she went gently at first, then with more energy. Her labia were delightfully slick, and I traced a path up and down each side, tickling her clitoris with my tongue before running it up her channel. In a few minutes she had presented her clitoris again to me, and pressed it firmly into my face. Her thighs quivered and squeezed my head, while I licked and probed with my tongue, and she gave out a little cry, pushing rhythmically into me. I could feel her thighs tense and quiver and finally relax with a long exhalation from their owner. After her climax, she continued to nuzzle my face, rubbing her now entirely wet cunt over my whole face, smearing my beard with her fluids, sticking my nose into her vaginal opening and altogether marking my face with her sex. She finally stood back, and I heard her go down to her hands and knees where she licked my aching prickhead, softly giving it a once over. The others murmured their approval. "Nice," whispered Millie, "nice..." There was a pause. The next thing I felt was someone's broad naked back, it had to be Millie's, pressed into my torso, and then sliding down a bit. A pair of hands guided my prick into her cunt, and she pressed onto me, and began moving slowly up and down, in and out. My sensations whirled. She stopped, and wiggled her ass from side to side, but after a couple minutes, she pulled off. "It's too uncomfortable," said Millie, "my knees hurt when bent like that." The girls talked in low tones for a moment. Someone said, "We'll need to let his arms loose." Some positioning went on in front of me, and then my wrists were freed, a pair of hands on each one, and I was lowered down onto Millie's back. They released my hands, and I found them reaching around Millie's ample back and hips, her knees spread wide as she lay in what must have been a frog position on the blanket, with her ass partially raised. It felt good not to have my wrists secured any more, although my ankles were still tethered. A pair of hands guided my prick again up her cunt from the rear, her ass was soft, warm, large. She sighed and wiggled her bum as I entered, pressing back up against my pelvis. I lay there a moment, more free to move than I had been for some time, and just concentrated on the feelings from my prick lodged up Millie. And then she slowly began to oscillate her hips, and I couldn't help responding to her movements with my own. If I had been twenty years younger, and her cunt tighter, I think twenty shoves would have drawn my sperm out, but neither was the case. Her back was smooth and fleshy, and I found my hands wandering over her soft, somewhat saggy breasts, which were jiggling now with my pelvic in-and-out movements, as her breathing increased in tempo. It then occurred to me that my arms were free and I reached up to remove the bandana still over my eyes. But a pair of hands caught me first. "No you don't," said Tess, and my wrists were tied behind me. It made my movements more precarious as I was now balanced on Millie's back, but I resumed thrusting, more seriously. Millie held me in place tightly with her arms. Her cunt was slobbery wet, and it felt good on my prick but after a few minutes Millie directed some comments to her companions. "I want to come first," she said in a low, urgent voice, and the others raised me again, shifting me slightly while Millie got out from underneath. "He's closing in." After some rearranging underneath me, I was lowered again, my face now placed between Millie's open thighs, as she was evidently now on her back. I slid a tongue up her womb, and she responded with a little butt wiggle of pleasure. "Ah, more like it," she sighed. It took very little licking, sucking and playing my tongue over her notch. Her thighs quivered and spasmed and she gave out a good, long, loud exhalation, her hands on the back of my head. She held me there, and I was encouraged to keep licking. Twice more she came in rapid succession, each time of less duration and magnitude, judging by her leg movements, but she exhaled hard each time, her thighs clamping my head, bum wiggling with pleasure. I was lifted up again, and she snuggled down underneath me. Once again I was lowered, and my prick was placed up against her cunt, and in, and I settled onto Millie's soft enveloping belly, her arms closing tightly around my back. "He's good to go," whispered Tess. As far as I was concerned, all the little preliminaries were now over. I thrust hard now, only conscious of my ass squeezing and my prick banging up her avenue. All those hours of enforced immobility broke loose with a dreadful, determined, almost angry pounding. I wished my hands were free to grip her hips but they weren't and my lower body took over. My balls were full to bursting. Millie's hands had moved to my ass, urging me on, and the pent-up semen was to hold back no more. I humped furiously, my pelvis pistoning with a vengeance into her, and finally the gates opened, the first of six or seven pushes bringing up my sperm. My thrusts slowed at the end, but continued, my prick still instinctively trying to get my semen as far up into her as possible. All was on fire. Birding: A Cautionary Tale I lay on top of her, sweating, breathing hard, and she slowly and desultorily drew her fingers along my back. Kira, or maybe it was Tess, exhaled "Good one." We lay there a few minutes, her fingers dawdling over my back, and caressing my ass, and then my ankles were released, hands untied, the blindfold taken off, and I was free again. I blinked as I stood up, rubbing my wrists. Millie was on a blanket in front of me, her legs spread open and a thin trickle of semen oozing down towards her anus. Her dark groin hair was damp and matted down, a big smile on her face as her eyes sought mine. Her breasts drifted off to each side, slick with sweat. Tess was grinning too, naked except for her boots. Kira's face I couldn't read too well in her dark glasses, although the corners of her mouth were slightly drawn up in an amused smile. She still wore her dress, although I couldn't stop imagining her lack of undergarments and the softness of the cunt that she had pushed into my face. I wished her breasts weren't restrained by her bra, but instead loose and moving about. Hell, I wished she was naked too. Kira tossed Millie a dishtowel, which she used to wipe her crotch. I made a mental note not to use that particular towel for anything else that afternoon, and we began the slow process of clearing up our gear. Tess gave me a plate with some food, and Kira brought me a glass of wine. "You were a sport," Tess whispered into my ear. "Such a nice cock," and her hands wandered to my now limp penis, nerves still tingling but nearly lifeless. Her fingers traveled a pattern over my ass. "Nice strong rump you have," she said admiringly. "Carol's a lucky woman," but I started at this, the first time my wife's name had been uttered today. I sat down to eat and observe, and they did all the gathering and clearing of our gear. Millie's long breasts dangled when she leaned over to pick up dishes and food plates, her ass wide and white. Once when Kira knelt to pick up some plates I saw up her skirt, her dark crotch hair exposed, her notch just visible through her groin thicket, and I took in a sharp breath. She looked over and smiled. Tess' backside continued to look good, pale and strong in the sun, her ass cheeks moving nicely as she went about her business. "Back to my place," finally announced Millie, after clothes had been pulled on, and everything squared away. I was to drive them back to Millie's, have a simple, early dinner there and then get Kira and Tess to their respective flights around 9:30 PM. My weekend wasn't quite done yet. The hike back was uneventful, with limited conversation. We saw a red-tailed hawk but that was about it. Back at Millie's we put stuff away and she busied herself in the kitchen, urging the rest of us out to the back porch. I was happy to have a cold beer. My knees were sore and I was a bit out of sorts. Nobody was acting like anything unusual had happened that afternoon. Tess and Kira each came out with a glass of wine. We sat and eyed each other on our chairs. I had a million things to say but no idea of how to begin. Tess, as she had done most of the weekend, took care of business before I could plot a course. "If we had asked your permission, you never would have consented, you know." "Permission? To be kidnapped?" The depth of my sarcasm took me by surprise. "You weren't kidnapped. We just borrowed you for an afternoon. We had a good time. You too, even if you won't admit it." "Borrowed? Am I a library book? A penis rental outfit? Instead of 'kidnapped' is 'high-jacked' a better term? Tied up on a tree and sexually assaulted?" I knew my face was all worked up. "Not sure assault is the right word. Teased maybe. Although 'assault' might apply to your little pelvic efforts with Millie." Tess' smile was slight but amused. Kira laughed softly. Tess then looked at me earnestly, not exactly asking for forgiveness, more just explaining. "Like I said earlier Brian, this is just between us. No one else will know." "How am I supposed to believe that?" I asked. "And when you said 'no one else' that first time, it was just you and me, before everybody got involved." I gestured towards Kira, listening intently, and Millie in the kitchen. "The 'no one' else got to be a crowd, and crowds don't tend to stay private or keep quiet. And you are not going to be telling Carol? I have a reputation at stake here." "I think you're good," said Kira softly and deliberately. "We have a lot of respect for Carol" she went on even after I harrumphed, "and you. This is just one of those out-of-the-blue things. Spontaneous desire. Opportunity. Actually quite nice, too." She looked hard at me. "None of us will ever mention this. Carol will never know. No harm, no foul. No one questions your loyalty." Her words reassured me somewhat. We looked at each other. "Well, you guys certainly had a good time planning the whole thing," I finally remarked. Kira laughed out loud. "Yes, we did. We heard about your little rendezvous with Tess," she gestured at Tess who could not conceal a smirk of enjoyment, "and thought some follow-up might be amusing. We started plotting after you left last night." "What about the camera shutter I heard in action?" I asked. "You mean these?" Millie had heard us and come out, a small laptop in hand. There were the photos of me strapped to the tree, blindfolded, cock out and fruit-laden. Despite myself, I had to laugh. "Oh man..." my voice trailed off. Kira smiled. "It was pure inspiration. The cherry in your belly button? Tess got to fish that one out." Tess was laughing now too. "Your cock with all that fruit on it? And the brie at the end?" Millie could barely contain herself. Millie said, "the photos will go on a flash drive, never distributed beyond the three of us, and will be blotted from the notebook. The camera card is already cleared. We only got a few shots and I am not sure anyone would know it was you anyway. Your face is mostly obscured with the bandana. These will be just for memories." She showed me another shot, this time an overhead view of me fiercely humping her. My ass looked white and a little silly, but I was pleased how purposeful it looked when I was thrusting into her, my asscheeks with saucers in them and obviously hard at work. And they were right, none of the photos could have fingered me as the protagonist. Millie however, was definitely the recipient on the last one, her face in the throes of pleasure and clearly presented. I bet Edmund would not be thrilled to catch a sight of that shot. And there was another pic with Tess on hands and knees, my prick in her mouth, her ass in the foreground. Kira had gone into the kitchen for another glass of wine. "Just the four of us, Brian. The only ones involved who will know," said Tess. I am not sure why, but I believed them. With one exception, none of them ever brought it up again, although that is a different story, and if Carol ever was notified, there was never any evidence of it. Millie continued. "You know how things like Mardi Gras happen? Other sorts of pagan bacchanals, seasonal festivals? Great releases of libido, pent up urges? There are times when the normal rules just need to be tossed out for a moment, you blow off some steam, and then you go back to regular life. This is one of those." "What about Edmund?" I asked. "He is away on business, won't be back for two more weeks, which is why it worked for Tess and Kira to stay here. No worries on that score. I haven't fucked for ages, to tell the truth." "I might have guessed," I responded. Tess snickered. This wasn't quite what I had been driving at. I really had wanted to know more about how she felt about someone else's cock besides her husband's up her, and what his potential reaction might be, but I guess I had gotten my answer. "I'll wager your penis hasn't had a weekend like this one in awhile," ventured Tess. "You're right on that score," I said. "In college it wasn't all that uncommon to have a 'three O' weekend, but I can't remember anything like that recently." "That leaves one more 'O' then," Millie said, eyes twinkling. Kira had come back in with a refilled glass of wine. I looked over and was surprised to see she had removed her bra. Same dress, but now her breasts lolled about impressively under the thin fabric of her summer dress, her nipples making small dents in the cloth, which curved differently with her boobs unrestrained. Her breasts were large, hefty, out of proportion to her otherwise short stature. I realized that all the times I had seen her before today she must have been wearing those miserable "squash 'em flat" bras that minimized rather than accentuated her chest. Every time she changed position now, her boobs shifted and moved enthrallingly. "Your prick is really quite handsome," Millie went. "Thick, strong, good endurance." What was this? "National Give a Penis a Compliment" Weekend? I was getting the feeling that none of them had had a chance to play with a prick in some time. It didn't matter, it was flattering all the same. My groin, despite my moral misgivings, was stirring again at the prospect of another adventure. Tess seemed to read my mind. "Kira's the only one who hasn't climaxed. I think having you both copulate would pretty much round out an amazing weekend. Otherwise there is some imbalance in the group. We wouldn't want her to go home unfulfilled," her eyes darting towards Kira. There was something odd about how she said that last word. To be fair, if you had asked me before the weekend which of them I would find most arousing, I would have said Kira without even thinking. She had always been handsome, she was smart and funny, although always had had emotional corners that were out of reach for me. Tess I knew as Carol's friend, and Millie was just a familiar local presence and long time confidante of Carol. Millie's existence was just part of the normal background of our life in the valley here. Whatever proprieties we had possessed before the weekend had melted away. Kira sat down next to me, her hand resting on my groin. There was no hiding my erection underneath my shorts. She rubbed it slowly, delectably. "Should we couple before dinner, or afterward?" she asked, looking up into my eyes. "That's my choice?" I asked, my eyebrows arching. "Sure," smiled Tess. "You get at least one choice this weekend." Millie chortled. Tess slid a hand inside my shirt and caressed my chest, gliding over my chest hair and then tweaking a nipple. I started with the contact. Kira and I exchanged a long look. "Where exactly would you like your deflowering to take place?" I asked, with as straight a face as I could manage. Millie cracked up. "My bedroom is going to be the most comfortable," she said. Kira and I stood up, and Millie led us all into the master bedroom of her place. Kira reached for my hand, and led me down the hallway. I watched her ass move enchantingly as she walked in front of me, the thin fabric of her sun dress hardly hiding her rump's lovely movements. There was no sign of any panties underneath the thin fabric of her sundress. Now it is always strange to be in someone else's bedroom, even with permission. I had walked by the room's entrance many times before of course, and I suppose had glanced in when passing the door, but had never set foot inside. I tried to imagine Edmund tailing Millie on the bed but couldn't. There was a window looking out over the back, with trees and greenery in the late afternoon light. I looked around to see if there were any tell-tale signs of rope interest, but there were no wrist restraints and the bed wasn't even the type to lend itself to someone being tied to it. Whoever developed the "rope me up" idea hadn't left any clues here. Millie lit a couple of scented candles on each side of the bed, and I noticed that her closet door had a large, wide, full-length mirror that would be visible from the bed, which surprised me. Perhaps either she or Edmund, or both, enjoyed seeing each other in action. Kira had turned to face me, and Tess had begun to pull off my shirt from behind. Kira and I could not keep our eyes from each other. She watched intently as Tess loosened my belt and slid off my shorts and boxers, my cock standing out, not fully stiff but semi-hard, my prickhead bobbing with the disrobing movements. Kira reached back and unzipped the back of her dress, and slowly slid the right strap of her dress down, pulling her arm free. Her breast was revealed with the arm coming out, a wonderfully smooth, white globe of flesh. She withdrew her other arm, and the dress slid off her full hips to the floor. Both breasts called my attention, the veins showing in her fair skin, her nipples small but erect. Their shape was round and full, intensely appealing. Sultry and globular, they draped to each side of her torso. Her triangle of groin hair was just as I imagined it that afternoon - soft, silky, beckoning. Her belly was round and full, held nicely by her hips and not out of proportion. Her wide hips and short waist invited me. Kira's body would have been perfect for a belly dancer, and I imagined her in some diaphanous harem pants, a short top with jewelry or hanging silver chains, her navel exposed and waving hypnotically in front of me, her boobs darting around underneath their flimsy covering, her pelvis swaying. Her flashing eyes and dark shoulder length curly hair would have called me, her upraised dark hairy underarms adding to the charm. Then I flashed on her in just a pair of knee high leather boots, dark brown to match her groin hair, nothing else, a riding crop in her hand, and that image excited me too. But the mental pictures were incongruous. I wanted to kick myself. That afternoon with her dress on I had wanted her naked, now my mind was busy putting clothes back on her. But she was standing in front of me now, nothing to keep me from her skin. I wanted her. I wanted to snake my prick up her and keep it there a good long time, and give her womb a full load of semen she would not forget. She reached for my hand and sat down at the top of the bed by Millie's pillows, with their blue satin coverings, guiding me over to sit next to her. We looked at each other, barely conscious of Millie, who had sat down in a corner of the room, holding her wine glass, and Tess in the doorway, hands in her pockets and gazing intently in our direction. Each of our hands had drifted to each other's crotch, and I lightly caressed her furry mound, her fingers playing over my now fully erect penis. We kissed, eyes closed, staying in the moment, letting the sensory floodgates open. Several minutes of this made a delightful beginning. The rest of the evening was a blur, but not because things went quickly. On the contrary, everything was done in slow motion, deliberately, and each little soft-focus frame eased into the next, but in a way that left the picture as a whole a bit hazy and indistinct. She urged me to lie on my front on the bed and straddled my back, apparently to give me a backrub. She must have gestured to the others since I soon felt three pairs of hands on me, Kira working on my neck, shoulders and back, each of the others taking a leg and working their way up. I closed my eyes, and in some ways it was just like the afternoon: I could concentrate just on the sensations from my skin with the very important difference that I was free to move, not a prisoner, and I had a better sense of how things were going to end up. They took their time, Kira working down my back, until everyone ended up at the base of my spine and my ass. Tess and Millie each took a cheek, and kneaded them lovingly, a thoroughly appreciated treat, and Kira kissed her way up my spine, lingering at each vertebra node, kissing, nibbling, licking, and I sometimes felt her nipples grazing my back with her movements, until she was at the base of my neck, which got kissed and rubbed delightfully. I was turned over and the process repeated on my front, until once again, everyone finished near my groin. I had glanced over to the mirror to see Tess kissing my testicles, Millie rubbing around my groin, while Kira played her tongue over the top of my prickhead. I wanted to continue, but also wanted Kira to get the favor returned, so we arranged her out on the bed, belly down, and we did the same to her. Her shoulders were smooth and strong under her skin, and I felt her muscles loosen and relax the more I kneaded them. When turned onto her back, life became more interesting, as I was able to give each breast of hers the most thorough and complete massage I hoped they had ever received, her nipples now quite erect. I was a bit astonished at how much their shape changed when lying down. Their heft all slid to each side, so it was almost hard to believe they were so full and meaty when she was standing. When we got to her groin, I shooed the others away, giving her mons a series of gentle caresses until I could hold off no longer and had to kiss her there. I buried my nose in her notch, which was damp and musky. I played up and down each side of her labia, exploring each fold and centimeter of her groin, glad to have time to treat her fully. When I finally licked her channel and ran my tongue up and down her notch, her lips had spread appealingly, and she was rubbing her own chest with her hands. I moved up over her, on all fours, our eyes meeting. It was time. I placed my prickhead right at the base of her entrance, and ever so slowly, as slow as I thought possible, gently inserted myself into her. I felt each millimeter of entry, letting my nerve endings trigger every slow penetration movement, until finally I was buried up to the hilt into her, when I lowered my torso down onto her. We kissed, otherwise not moving, only conscious of our groin hairs intermingled, our genital nerves proximate and in contact. After a few minutes of this, we couldn't hold off. A slight movement from my hips was met by a corresponding wiggle of her groin, and we slowly, exquisitely, began our little pelvic dance. We kept it slow, halting at times just to savor the contact, until our speed increased with our desire and I felt some urgency in my testicles telling me to get moving. I made a move to uncouple, which Kira seemed to sense intuitively, as we repeated it a good half dozen times over the next stretch. I would start to feel the semen rising up in me, and we would separate, and concentrate on each other in a way that wasn't going to rush a climax. This time, she rolled me over on to my back, and dangled her breasts down into my face. I saw them both above me and in the mirror, great succulent heavy fruits hanging over me. She rubbed my face with them, soft smooth skin pressing my cheeks, chin and forehead. She leaned over to kiss me, breasts squashing into my chest, and we let our tongues entwine. She mounted me again, on top this time, and we had another long, languorous episode of coupling. Her cunt gripped my prick delectably, and she was fond of settling down on me all the way with a wiggle of her bum, and then slowly rising to the very top of my prickhead, almost in danger of slipping out, before sliding down again, and grinding her pelvis into mine. We separated, grudgingly, again when things began to get close to a crisis, and in fact each time we pulled apart it was harder to do so than the time previous. My most intense visual memories all involved the mirror, which seemed to double the pleasures of our amatory activities. Once I had straddled her chest while she was on her back, and not wanting any direct attention on my prickhead, had offered my balls to her mouth. Watching her suckle them, using her hands to rub my ass and that intoxicating spot between my anus and balls; the sight was etched indelibly in my memory as I alternately gazed down at her intent face and tongue and then into the mirror. Birding: A Cautionary Tale The times she was over me were also vivid, her breasts visible from two perspectives, as I saw her boobs directly and then in a side-long view from the mirror, drooping into my face or torso, her hands playing over my groin. She knelt at my side for awhile once, just using her hands on my prick, running her fingers up and down, her breasts jiggling with the effort. She delicately touched each of her nipples to my prickhead, then caressed my shaft with a breast. And then watching her slowly envelop my prick with her lips was intensely arousing, her mouth going down further and further on my shaft, her breasts squashing into my hips with the effort. Seeing her do this in the mirror was like watching someone else make love, but it was multiplied when accompanied with my own intense nerve sensory stimuli. One time she gave me a "breast massage." She dangled her nipples over me and traced patterns from my face down to my crotch, sometimes rubbing them forcefully onto me, but then easing up and doing a little nipple ballet along my torso, tickling my nerve endings into an agonizing condition. This too in the mirror was a double pleasure, her breasts swaying above me. I had figured I would end up on top of Kira eventually, and had been planning on having my lips on hers as my hips thrust and I launched my semen into her, but it wasn't to work out that way. She had been riding me on top, and I was awful close, as I felt her to be as well. I gently guided her groin away from my prick and upward as we uncoupled, and stopped to feel her breasts above me, soft, pendulous globes of skin and desire, and then I urged her hips forward on my chest until her crotch was over my mouth. She nestled her cunt on my mouth, and I probed with my tongue, up her channel and up and down her notch. She had grabbed the headboard of the bed with her hands and this handhold was to lead her over the edge. She gasped and curled her hips into me. I felt her thighs close about my head, her hips bucking into me. I let my tongue play her notch and she came, long and hard, my hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. Her groin hair tickled my nose, and my tongue stayed buried up her until she had stopped moving. Her juices dribbled down my chin, as I felt her groin relax. I was all set to place her on her back and mount her, as my cock was ragingly hard, but she had turned around, after giving me a quick kiss, and she planted her notch back on my mouth, reversing our position into a sixty-nine. She took my prick in her mouth now, and began a final delightful little journey up and down on it, lingering at my cockhead at every upstroke to kiss and suckle. In a few minutes she ground her cunt into me again, and came a second time. I felt her thighs quiver, her hips shake with the climax. She had released my prick with the effort, holding it in one hand and then when her hips were silent again, her mouth went back to my cock. I couldn't see a thing, was only aware of her wet groin on top of my face, and her mouth playing my prick. There is something about fetching someone else that accelerates your own desire. My prick was crazy hard. A finger was pressing against my anus. I couldn't tell if it was Kira's or someone else's, but it gained entry, and starting probing around. A swirl of delectable sensations ensued. My prick was throbbing with desire now, the inevitable arriving, and my balls were being held, and stroked. The finger was pressing, urging on my sperm. I felt my hips bucking up against Kira's mouth. She increased her tempo on my cock, her mouth up and down, suctioning on my prickhead. My balls were squeezed and held, the finger continued its assault and my semen rose in spurts, my ass squeezing hard. Six times I humped up and against her, six times my ass contracted, around the finger, around my spermload, and I sent it all into Kira. Not her groin, but her mouth, as she continued to apply suction, moving gently along my cockhead, pulling and coaxing the last of my sperm out. I lay still, Kira's mouth lingering on my prick, milking me, cradling my testicles, caressing with her tongue, ever so gently. The heat from her body was pleasant, her smells and touch along my torso divine. She finally rose on all fours, the sight of her notch and hanging breasts dreamlike. She kissed me, and I registered the others in the room, their eyes shining in the dimmed light, murmuring their approval. After we had started our little love-session, I had scarcely been aware of their presence. "Oh my god!" Millie suddenly called out. "It's almost eight! You guys need your planes shortly after nine thirty!" A frantic flurry of activity ensued. Clothes were pulled on, other clothes were stuffed into bags, possessions gathered, no time for dinner after all. We had been so long with our lovemaking it took a desperate dash to the airport, fortunately not far away, and it was a close call. The airport had only two drop off points, but as luck would have it, Tess and Kira each needed separate ones. At Tess' terminal, I got out to fetch her bag and we said goodbye at the curb. We kissed hurriedly, and she whispered, "It was my finger." "Thought so," I went. What was I supposed to say? "Thanks." "Thank you Brian, a great weekend." We waved and I hurried Kira off to her terminal, "Bye Brian," said Kira at the curb. "Wish we had more time." Her face was serious, looking intensely into my eyes. "Great weekend. Super weekend." She slipped me a tongue when we kissed and rubbed her groin into mine through our clothes. I wanted to kiss her longer. Hell, I wanted my cock up her again. But she turned and was off, waving to me just before going through security. It was a long colliding-thoughts drive home. Before we all had dashed off to the airport Millie had taken me aside and invited me back to her place for an overdue dinner afterwards. "Got all this food to eat," she said hopefully, looking at my crotch the whole time, but I had declined. It was just too strange. I knew my cock would have gotten more attention, but I wanted the taste and memory of Kira to be the final act for this remarkable, unplanned, thoroughly disorienting weekend. Besides, I couldn't help thinking about Carol. My loyal mind and impetuous cock had gone in different directions, first time in ages that had happened. On the way home, I did not turn on the radio, my thoughts racing, my prick soft and exhausted, but my groin with an inside-out warm feeling. I slept well that night. A birding weekend to remember.