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Think About Icebergs

By: peachesmelba



I have some wonderful, exciting, literate fans that I enjoy friendship and correspondence with. In this story the names have been changed to protect the naughty, but you know who you are.....here's to you M.R.-thanks for making those Friday afternoons a working delight!

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Max Roberts, 25 years old, is lying on the gurney in the ambulance as the sirens wail overhead, cursing his luck. It had started as a pretty fair day. He had the day off and had scheduled an extra surfing lesson with his buddies Mike and Pete. Waves were rolling in pretty good when they hit the beach and it looked like a good day for a lesson. It was a good day for a lesson too, until a wave a little too high had trapped him in the barrel and pinned him against the bottom for endless moments. He'd swallowed a good bit of water and his board, on it's tether, had bounced and caught him hard against his hip and thigh, leaving him feeling initially like he'd broken a leg. Eventually the surge had relaxed and he was able to drive for the surface, throwing a limp arm across his board as his friends, and other surfers surrounded him to pull him out of the water and get him to shore. 

He'd protested somewhat weakly when his instructor had insisted on calling EMS, but now that he was on board and on his way to the hospital, he found he was more embarrassed than anything else. Strapped in as he was though, with back board and neck brace to avoid any possibility of further spinal injury, he couldn't even scratch his own nose, and was starting to realize his injuries were not as bad as he'd felt they might be at first blow.

The whole thing blew chunks though. Today was the first time he'd had that incredibly hot, older woman as his instructor. The minute he'd seen her on her board in the water he'd felt the tingle in his balls and had to hit the water himself - belly down on his board until he could control his incipient erection. He loved the way her breasts assumed that teardrop shape, obviously natural and never touched with a knife. He longed to kiss and lick the sensitive whiter skin underneath in the fold of her breasts, before working his way up to what he assumed would be spectacular nipples. He knew she'd given birth to at least one, maybe two of the kids teaching, which explained the wider flow of her hips and he knew that the natural changes in her body in nipples and labia, would reflect that. Just like the laugh lines around her eyes reflected a lifetime of squinting against the sun, and the good-natured humor she evidenced in other ways. Starting to feel the tingle of arousal again he stopped and tried to focus on his pain, cold showers, and...shit...the fact that his car and all his stuff was still at the beach!

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Allison Richards, Alli to most of the world at large, registered nurse and at 45 newly licensed and certified nurse practitioner, was stressing. It was her first day, of her first shift at her new job in the new hospital ER and neither the Head Nurse, nor the Chief Resident were very certain about having an NP seeing patients to reduce the work load of the physicians. It didn't help that she was outspoken, attractive, funny and flirtacious...all of which might have been forgiven if she hadn't also had an IQ of 165 and pulled straight A's in all of her classes. She was aware that both senior members of the staff felt threatened by her very presence, and the Chief of Staff had already warned her that neither her gender, nor her status as a Native American would help protect her if either of the two complained about her behavior personally or professionally. She knew they were looking for a reason to fire her and didn't look forward to these first few weeks of work until she began to prove her professional competence.

Right now though she was preparing Exam Room 1 for a young patient being brought in from a surfing accident. She didn't know much about him other than age, vital signs, and that he was oriented x3. She knew it was not a shark attack, thank goodness, so she brought in the portable X-ray machine and told radiology to hold availability for possible CT and MRI. Checking to make certain there were plenty of clean dressings available in all sizes, elastic bandages, IV solutions, and any number of injectables she thought might be needed, making certain current Tetanus and antibiotics were among them. Checking those items off her mental lists she moved to the next items, ensuring that any medical or surgical equipment she felt might be needed was not only available but ready and waiting on trays - just needing to be unwrapped for use. Several packages of sterile gloves in her size were available, as well as in the sizes of the nurses and residents who might be supervising. 

During her initial ER rotation her Nurse Instructor and Chief Resident had both commended her for her level of preparation and near instinct of what might be needed close at hand. Neither had seemingly realized it was a function of both her IQ and a high level of memory that allowed her to visualize quite clearly the types of injuries, disease processes, and treatments needed. For now, however, she was as prepared as possible and knowing her patient was only moments away she grabbed a quick break to down the last of her morning coffee, followed by a piece of cinnamon gum to freshen her breath.

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Alli enjoyed working in the emergency room and knew that it took a special kind of personality. She seemed to thrive on the controlled chaos and derived an almost sensual pleasure from out-witting death, disease and any of the other ills and injuries the human body delighted in inflicting on itself. When her young patient, Max, she noted his name absently, already knowing that his age was only a few years older than that of her son's. She talked to the patient, out loud, using normal, non-medical speech and using his name as often as possible, knowing that most patients find this reassuring. She told him every step of every procedure before it occured so as not to shock or further traumatize him, but all things considered his condition seemed remarkably good and stable. His color was excellent, temperature near normal, all his vital signs in fact were well within the normal range. 

When initial X-rays showed no fractures she informed him that he would be sent up to Radiology for MRI scans and an ultra-sound of a large swelling on his right upper thigh, and that she would see him again when he returned. She was somewhat startled when he reached out a hand to grab her arm in passing, strongly pulling her into his line of vision, limited due to the cervical collar he still wore to restrict neck movement. The twinkle in his blue eyes was, she thought, probably one of the best indicators of his overall state of health. When asked what he needed he stated emphatically he wanted to know her name, and startled out of her usual warm, but strict professionalism, she said-

"Alli". 

As his gurney was wheeled out to Radiology she mused, 'now what in the hell has gotten into you, Richards? Just because a patient flirts or asks your name you're going to lose it and put this job on the line?'

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For Max, his impressions of his initial moments in the E.R. were somewhat different. There seemed to be nothing controlled about the chaos, except that there was a voice, a deep voice for a woman, was it a man? No, he thought, I'm sure that's a woman's touch I'm feeling when the voice speaks. Several times brief visions of the tops of people's heads would swim into view over the edge of the neck collar he still wore. Initially he'd forgotten and tried to turn his head to follow, but the neck collar they had placed on him, before even putting him in the ambulance soon disabused him of that idea. When the voice asked him if his neck hurt then, it was difficult to know if it hurt because he'd strained it fighting the collar, or because it was actually injured. 

At one point he caught a glimpse of crows-wing black hair, framing a bold, angular face and a pair of enormous dark eyes, but then it flashed out of view again. You couldn't call a face like that pretty, it was too strong for mere prettiness, but those eyes were definitely arresting. There were shadows behind those eyes but whether from stress, fatigue, or some past pain he couldn't tell. Simply that they seemed to be wise, ageless eyes in a face far too young for them...and he shivered. 'The Voice' immediately sharpened, asking if he were cold or in pain and, while replying negatively, it began to irk him that, whoever 'The Voice' belonged to knew his name, but he didn't know hers. He was more and more convinced though that it was 'her', and that she was the woman with the eyes.

Finally, as they began to wheel him out of the little room and off to Radiology for more tests he was able to snag someone's arm and pull them toward him. He was glad to see that it was the woman with the black hair and eyes. No, wait, they were deep, dark brown - like a doe's eyes he thought. Her face solemn she asked what he needed and a flare of triumph went off inside him, it WAS her, SHE was 'The Voice'. And when he asked her name she smiled, her face magically altered to a swift and sudden beauty. 

"Alli", she said, and he rolled the name around and around in his mind as they wheeled him down the hall.

# # #

While Max was in Radiology, Alli cleaned the exam room and saw several additional patients, an 8 year old with a suppurating rash that turned out to be poison ivy, a 28 year old ad exec with strep throat, and an incipient ulcer. It seemed to be a fairly slow, easy day in the Emergency Room. Either that, or 'someone' was deliberately mis-directing patients around and away from her. Preferring to believe it was the former, but not being sufficiently busy to keep her mind from wandering she had called Radiology several times to check on her prize patient for the day, Max. He'd proved to be slightly claustrophobic, as so many people do, and required some mild sedation before being put in the waiting line for the open MRI machine. Later he was waiting for the Ultrasound Tech to finish with a multiple pregnancy complication before starting his procedure. Finally she received word that he was on his way back down to ER and that his images and reports would be available shortly on the in-system computer. 

She welcomed him back into the exam room, noting on his chart the removal of his back and neck braces. She saw him watching her with interest and spoke to him, asking how he felt, any change of symptoms, severe pain. She also informed him that, once she'd had a chance to review his test reports, assuming all his results were still negative, if he were hungry or thirsty, she could arrange a meal, juice or ice water for him. Meanwhile he could have ice chips to suck on if he was very thirsty.

"That'd be great, Alli. Feels like I sucked down half the bay when I was trapped underwater." 

As she turned to get a cup of ice chips from the pitcher she'd fetched earlier, he noticed what a great ass she had. Her cargo khaki's fit snugly across the curve and slope of her bottom as it flared from the long tapering slide of her back. She wore a short white lab coat with a dusky red, western style shirt underneath that accented her bust while hugging her waist tightly. He couldn't get a clear view of her bosom with the lab coat in the way, but thought it would balance her ass nicely. 

She spooned some of the ice chips between his lips, noting again what piercing blue eyes he had. Though not superstitious, like many Native Americans she found the turquoise, sky and ice blue colored eyes of many Caucasian's disconcerting. She always felt they could see right through her, while to her, their eyes remained soulless and an enigma. Max's eyes however had little flecks of green and gold, and they literally twinkled with barely supressed interest and...something else. Alli felt her face grow warm and the stirrings of warmth and moisture between her legs, while under her lab coat her nipples grew hard in response to what she saw in her patient's eyes. Turning away and focusing on the computer screen she fought to re-gain control of her physical reponses. 'What on earth is wrong with you,' she thought, 'He's a puppy! You're old enough to be his mother for god's sake!' And felt her nipples grow even harder at the thought of him suckling them. 

If she was confused about her feelings, there was no confusion or hesitation at all in Max's mind. If there was any way to get into those cargo khakis he was determined to try. He watched her now as she sat in front of the terminal clicking rapidly through reports and what he assumed were his MRI and ultrasound views. She had long, slender fingers with natural, unmanicured nails and he imagined how it would feel to have her fingers, or better yet, her full lips, wrapped around his cock. Surreptitiously he brushed the head of his penis with his hand, only to feel it stir and begin to harden. 'Wonder what she'd do if she turned around and found me sportin' a full hard on?' he thought. 'Probably best not to have to find out, dude. Better think about icebergs for now...not that terrific ass...or how it'd feel to have her hair brushing your belly, while she.....icebergs dude, SHIT!' He cursed to himself as his member took another twitching step to erection.

Meanwhile, feeling more under control, Alli had finished reviewing all of the test results and reports and was pleased to see everything was negative. The swelling on Max's leg was simply the result of bruising and with rest, ice and elevation should return to normal in a day or two. She didn't dare to meet his eyes as she relayed the results to him, and so, found her eyes being drawn to another fairly prominent area of incipient swelling between her patient's legs. She watched fascinated as it began to harden, returned to a more flaccid state and then began to stir again. Max's apparent arousal was matching the warmth and dampness she was feeling in her own groin, but at the moment, his needs as a patient had to take pre-eminence. 

"All right Max, we're going to get you cleaned up and bandaged, now that we know everything is okay."

"We who?" he asked, looking toward the door, somewhat worried that another person coming in might break the mood he'd felt building.

"Oh," she flushed before answering. "I don't know why medical people always say we, like we're royalty or something. I am going to get you cleaned up and bandaged. How's that?" And she smiled that face-transfiguring smile that took her from a rather severely attractive woman to someone who seemed to him startlingly beautiful. He grinned back at her, winking without thought of the circumstances, reacting only to her smile and his attraction to her. Startled, she almost frowned for a moment before smiling even more broadly and winking back at him. Turning to prepare a basin of warm water, and break open a new pack of wet wipes, she again fought hard for self control. She could tell that her pulse and respirations were up, her nipples were like rocks now and she'd be surprised if there weren't a damp spot beginning to show through on her slacks. Somehow Max had stopped being a patient, and had certainly stopped being a "puppy", and just become a man, an interesting, and definitely interested man...and it had been a long time since she had let herself experience such feelings. 

She began to softly scrub the abraded and swollen areas of his hip and thigh in the firm but gentle manner she had initially learned back in nursing school, while trying to keep him covered and unexposed. She made small talk all the while about his surfing lessons, what he did professionally, the weather, movies he'd seen recently - trying to keep both their minds occupied, but it was no use, his prick continued to stir and fill until it was bobbing freely under the sheet covering him. And as Alli began, on the one hand, to assure him that this was a natural phenomenon resulting from a close encounter with death, as well as her own ministrations, on the other hand she marvelled at the size of his erection and longed to stroke him, or wrap her lips around him. Shaking herself mentally she thought, 'next thing you know Allison girl, people will be calling you a cougar and laughing behind their hands.' 

Max was involved in his own dilemma, trying to decide whether to ignore his hard on, as Alli was suggesting, or to take one of those long beautiful hands in his and wrap it firmly around his shaft where he wanted it. As her lab coat fell away when she leaned forward he could see that her nipples were hard and pressing proudly against her shirt despite the constriction of any bra or undergarments. 'God,' he thought, licking his lips, ' they must be at least the size of pencil erasers, and considering her skin color, they must be a dark color, chocolate brown or a dusky pink.' As he lost himself in fantasies of the Indian woman's breasts and nether parts, his erection hardened even further and twitched once or twice. 

It was at that point that the intercom announced that the Chief Resident would begin making rounds shortly, and Alli's mind went into over-drive...

"Jesus H...." and looking at Max, "May as well be hanged for a thief as a liar. Can you think that thing down. If you think about funerals or cold showers or icebergs will it help?"

"Afraid not," he grinned unrepentantly. "Passed that point some time ago."

Shaking her head at his youthful exuberance, while thoughts of her imminent dismissal swirled through her own head if the Chief Resident arrived to find her patient flaunting an erection the Resident would immediately assume she was responsible for generating. Turning to the door she flipped the lock and turning back to Max said, "Do you think if I give you a hand you'd be able to cum quickly?"

"What?"

Beginning to unbutton her shirt to the waist and lifting her breasts out, over the top of her bra she repeated, "Do you THINK, if I help you, you'll be able to cum quickly?"

"Are you for real?"

"Very much for real, Max" she smiled at him, despite the fact he hadn't been able to take his eyes off her nipples since they came into view. Taking some lotion she lubed her hands well and rubbed them together briskly to warm the lotion before removing the sheet covering Max's groin area. She grasped his penis firmly, stroking up and down with both hands until most of the lotion covering her palms had been transferred to his shaft, feeling him twitch in her hands and seeing his balls begin to draw up with excitement. He groaned in pleasure and shifted until he was lying more comfortably on the gurney, then reached to stroke her breast, ending with a lingering circling of her nipple. 

"That's great," he groaned. "But I'm afraid I'm gonna need more than that."

"I know baby, hold on a second," Alli closed her own eyes briefly in pleasure at the sensations he was evoking in her. Then, halting momentarily to shed her lab coat, she leaned over the gurney, sliding an arm under Max's neck and shoulder's to support him so that his mouth was closer to her breasts. 

"Beautiful," he murmured before engulfing one nipple hungrily, as his hands sought out her other breast. She returned her attention to his massive erection, again marvelling at the size of it. The head was attaining a deep, reddish purple blush, the veins fully distended and throbbing with a definite right hand curve and the milky sheen of pre-cum moistening the head. Licking her lips she acknowledged a deep, aching hunger to take his cock into her mouth and suck him dry, or to shove the monumental staff into her now dripping pussy and ride him until they both collapsed in orgasmic fatigue, there simply wasn't time. Rubbing her thumb in circles around and over the head, while her hand continued the steady rhythm she was building as she pumped his shaft, she realized one of his hands was now fumbling with her zipper.


Think About Icebergs: First Night



As I've mentioned before, my fans are very special to me and some are precious indeed - special recognition and thanks are due to R.S. for your input with plot, and editorial assistance - and for the rest "Ditto".

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Allison Richards, Nurse Practitioner, had settled her young patient, Max Roberts, into her own bed, knowing that there was more room there for him to stretch out and relax in his sleep. She had intended to sleep on the couch, but Max had disabused her of that notion, telling her that whereever she intended to sleep, he intended to sleep as well, 'bed, couch, floor or bathtub'. It had been a long day for him and she expected fatigue to claim him fairly quickly, only to find him wide awake, leaning on one elbow and looking somewhat anxious as she finally exited the bathroom dressed for bed in boxers and an over-large T-shirt. Seeing his expression she hurried toward the bed, her nursing experience and training winning out over all other thoughts.

"Max, is everything all right? Are you in pain?"

"A little," he acknowledged, reaching toward her. "It's just...."

"What?" She asked distractedly as she began preparing a dose of the pain medication she'd prescribed for him earlier, and then had filled during the afternoon's errands. 

"You were in there a long time. I thought maybe you'd changed your mind."

Startled she made full eye contact with him, realizing how serious he was and how much their experience in the E.R. had apparently meant to him. Putting the capsules and glass of water carefully on the bedside stand, she turned to him, taking his free hand in hers and leaning forward to kiss him gently.

"No, Max, I haven't changed my mind. But I am curious as to what outcome you hope for here?"

He flushed red with embarrassment, taking his hand back and running it through his hair. 

"To be honest, Alli, I haven't thought that far ahead. I'm very attracted to you...and, I think maybe you're attracted to me too. And what little we had this afternooon was...well, better than I've ever experienced with any other woman before. I haven't thought beyond that."

"Okay", she said smiling. "Let's get you well then and back on your feet. If you do have any thoughts or make any decisions, I expect you to let me know though."

"Ditto", he said smiling, before reaching up to pull her down to him by her braid for a long, lingering kiss. 

As his mouth and tongue hungrily battled her own, his hand continued to stroke down the path of her braid, following the contours of her body till reaching her nipple - already erect and straining against the confines of her T-shirt. He stroked it lazily with his thumb, feeling it grow harder, ridged and pebbled around the aureole as her arousal intensified, and eliciting a low, throaty groan from her. 

"By the way", he said as he nuzzled at her throat, "if you thought that outfit would keep me from getting turned on....think again." 

Taking her hand in his and placing a kiss in her palm he placed it firmly on his once again erect penis. Lowering his head to nibble at a nipple through the shirt he added, "Personally, I think it makes you look incredibly hot!"

Arching her back to thrust her breast further into his mouth Alli murmured, "I thought that you might be tired from all the excitement of the day. Your trip to the E.R., then back to the beach to arrange for your car to be driven here, getting your meds filled, being stuck in traffic while we drove out here..." 

Weaving her fingers into his hair she pulled his head closer to her breast as he gnawed and suckled her nipples through the now sopping T-shirt material as his hand began to fumble at the button of her boxers. Unbuttoning it he inserted his fingers to find her hot, wet and slick against his hand. This time he groaned as he tried to move lower in the bed, causing her to start away from him in concern -

"Max?"

"No, I'm okay - just a little sore and pretty stiff."

Alli rolled her eyes and chuckled at the obvious double entendre.

"Can I help with anything?" she asked.

"Well - you could lose the clothes while I change position."

"Okay. If you're sure you want to do this - or I could..."

Pulling her down to him by her braid again he stopped her mouth with a kiss. 

"I'm positive I want to do this, and I want to do it now! We were rushed this afternoon and I want more of you than that..." Smacking her lightly on her butt he added, "Now if you'll just cooperate by getting undressed?"

Reaching down she grasped the tail of her shirt firmly, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth move before Max was even able to struggle out of the bed to a standing position. As she wriggled out of the boxers, letting them fall to the ground and stepping away from them, Max paused to drink in her appearance. She was, he thought, everything he admired as womanly....and perhaps, then some. Her full, ripe breasts hung heavily against her ribcage - the prominent, dusky nipples he had noted earlier, already erect and pebbled. Her warm, copper-brown complexion ran from her toes to the crown of her head showing no evidence of tan lines. She had a figure that he could only describe as womanly. A narrow waist swept out to full, pear-shaped buttocks and long, strong legs. She had a slight belly, the kind that he had always thought of as "the baby bulge", strong evidence of having given birth at least once. She was standing, legs slightly spread and one hand on her hip, smiling slightly as she examined his now naked physique.

"Still sure about this?" she asked.

"Does it look like I have any doubts whatsoever?" he returned, as he gestured down at his prick, fully distended with veins throbbing as it bobbed freely between his legs.

Striding around the bed toward him she knelt, cupping his balls in one hand, while the other held him firmly at her eye level. He thought he heard her murmur, 'beautiful', before her eyes closed and her mouth opened to engulf him wetly. He groaned his delight , rocking forward as much as possible to thrust more deeply into her mouth. Cupping his hands around her head and weaving his fingers loosely under her braid he closed his own eyes, focusing on the pleasure she was generating with mouth and tongue. Her tongue swirled across the head, as her lips circled him just under the crown, then using the point of her tongue to rub against the sensitive knot of tissue at the base of the head before taking several long, sucking strokes, trying to get the whole length of him into her mouth and down her throat. It seemed to take only seconds before he felt the familiar drawing sensation that presaged his climax. 

"Soon," he murmured.

Alli opened her eyes to look up at him and he could tell, from the change of shape and the twinkle in them that she was smiling as she winked and closed them again, moving back to her 'work' with true dedication. Tightening his hands under her hair he gave himself over, feeling the pleasure-pain of his balls drawing up and the first hot jets of his cum shooting down her willing throat.

Alli swallowed eagerly, delighting again in the warm, bittersweet taste of his cum and the throbbing velvet feel of his prick in her mouth. With one hand she softly stroked the wet folds at her core. During her shower earlier she had fingered herself to orgasm while recalling the events of the afternoon. She still wasn't sure what had gotten into her. She never allowed herself to get this out of control anymore, not since....well, not since.... She had sworn she was never going to lose control like that again once her son was born, and the few lovers she had taken since had been strictly on her terms. Mostly she had subsisted with necessary self-stimulation and some toys. Once her studies intensified they had taken most of her energy and attention and she realized suddenly it had been years since she had even thought about taking a lover. Maybe that explained it. Knowing that there was probably more pleasure yet to come she continued idly stroking around her clit, not seeking an orgasm, just to sustain the high level of arousal she was at until the next stage of their lovemaking could be reached.

As his penis finished pulsing out its load of spunk she swallowed again, stroking as lightly as possible with her tongue, knowing how sensitive the head can get after orgasm. Opening her mouth she allowed his now semi-flaccid member to fall from her mouth as he bent to urge her to her feet. Capturing her mouth with his, he pressed her fully to him, one hand fondling a breast as the other pulled her buttocks closer, grinding her against his groin. 

Cupping the weight of her breast in his palm he bent to suckle her, causing a feeling of delight to shoot straight from the nipple to her groin. She found herself pressing even closer to him as she experienced an unaccustomed weakness in her knees. Chuckling as he realized her problem, Max deftly turned, despite the limitations of his leg, and pressed the backs of her legs against the mattress letting her down gently on its surface. 

She wiggled back across the bed, making room for Max to join her. Hissing once as his bruised muscles moved too quickly, Max stretched out between her legs, separating her folds gently with his fingertips. 

"God, Alli, you are so beautiful." He drew the outlines of her labia with a fingertip, "Your lips are so pink,and wet. And the more you get turned on, the more they swell and fill and the deeper rose color they turn. And your clit," He paused to stroke it with the point of his tongue, flicking it back and forth before suckling it like a nipple. "your clit is like a pearl, hidden in an oyster. But your cunt is the best, sweet and juicy, dripping with honey and all for me." 

At that he buried his tongue in her cunt, thrusting deeply, licking and sucking to extract all of her nectar. At the same time with the thumb of one hand he was rubbing her clit back and forth, then around in a constantly varying rhythm that was driving her mad with excitement. Lost now to pleasure she began to fondle her nipples, pulling and pinching them as a low constant hiss began to escape her lips. Her hips began to thrust uncontrollably against his mouth not realizing Max was watching her appreciatively over the curve of her belly, enjoying the process of seeing her pleasure build. With the fingers of his other hand he now began fucking her, gently at first, then more firmly as he heard her gasp 'yes' before thrashing even more violently against his mouth.

As she gave one especially violent thrust upwards he felt her muscles begin to clamp and spasm around his fingers signalling the onset of her climax. Burying his face in her cunt and holding her hips firmly with both hands he rode out the contractions as her cum flowed over his lips and tongue. Lifting his face only far enough to breathe and only when necessary he felt her spasms ease off and then, out of nowhere, trigger again. He realized with delight that Alli was one of those rare and wonderful creatures, a truly multi-orgasmic female. Switching to finger fucking her while stroking her clit firmly with his thumb he bent even further, licking and stroking with his tongue as her juices oozed down her cleft, stroking lower and lower until he was circling the tight pink rosebud of her anus with his tongue. Pointing his tongue strongly he circled then began to quickly fuck her ass with his tongue as she went wild, all of her muscles spasming into rigor around him as she came again, then almost immediately again. 

"Enough," she gasped, clamping her thighs firmly around his head in an effort to keep him from reaching her now overly sensitive clitoris. "Fuck me! Now!"

Bracing himself on his hands he said "I don't know..."

"Oh," she chuckled, realizing his limitations. "Fine! Get your ass up here and lay down."

"Bossy bitch." He said grinning at her as he complied.

"Yes. Thank you for noticing." She said as she smiled down at him, leaning over to kiss him deeply, licking around his lips where her cum still lingered on his skin. 

Reaching between her legs she grasped his member, stroking the head between the lips of her vagina to thoroughly lubricate him before settling down onto him. She gasped slightly at the feel of him filling her after being empty for so long. Unsure for a moment if long unused muscles would be able to stretch sufficiently to take him fully inside her, she held herself firmly in check, easing slowly down onto him until she could feel the fur of his belly against her. Settling onto him and nearly purring with delight as he reached up to massage her breasts and nipples she checked briefly to make sure she wouldn't hurt him with her movements and then began, first with a rocking, near sliding motion. Sliding forward on his cock till he was nearly free of her, then rotating her hips quickly to settle him firmly back into her canal as she rocked down onto him. 

As the excitement level began to build between them his hands left her breasts and moved to her hips, urging her into a more rapid, straightforward rhythm. The bruising and muscle strain in his hip wouldn't allow him the movement necessary to fuck her, but with a nearly instinctive response to his muscle tension, she sped her movements, tiny beads of sweat appearing between her breasts as the only indication of her effort. Her own excitement and arousal level now rising to match or exceed his own, she began slamming down onto his rod, the wet slap as their skin connected echoing through the room while the musky smell of their arousal rose around them. 

He could feel the pressure building in his balls and warned her, saying, "I'm gonna cum."

She tossed her braid back over her shoulder and smiled down at him as she answered,"Good, fill me up."

Never pausing in her rhythm she thought she was very close to cumming herself when she felt the first twitching throbs of his emission. As Max started to orgasm he pressed his fingers between them, sliding them against her clit and rubbing her hard as he said -

"Cum with me."

The moment she felt his fingers move against her clitoris she felt the world explode in silent white light behind her eyes, and an implosion of hot pleasure in her groin and that was all she knew.

As she collapsed onto Max he cradled her carefully against him for several moments while his breathing returned to normal. But when she continued to lie on him like dead weight he quickly became alarmed. Good God, he thought in a moment of panic, don't tell me I've killed her. Trying to remember first aid classes taken prior to babysitting in high school he checked her neck and was relieved to find a strong pulse. As he relaxed he became aware that he could feel the soft feathering touch of her breathing against his neck and realized she had either fainted or collapsed in exhaustion. 

Not sure specifically what he should do he felt he couldn't go wrong keeping her warm and comfortable. Shifting her onto her side he pulled the covers over her and wrapped himself around her. Sighing contentedly she nestled back against him and wrapping his arms around her as though he might not ever let go, he gave himself over to sleep as well.



Think About Icebergs-Intermezzo



Max woke as the cold of the morning air hit his skin. Rolling in the sleeping bag he watched as Alli walked to the edge of the clearing, squatting to take her morning pee. Seeing her braid bounce between her shoulder blades, the early morning sun glistening rosy off her copper skin, and the bounce of her full buttocks as she walked, Max thought again that Mother Eve in all her glory must have looked much the same. As Alli began to pee, he noticed steam rising in the morning chill and felt a faint stirring of more prurient interest, despite his own need to take a piss.

The sulfur smell rising from the hot spring was more noticeable in the morning damp she thought. Hearing the light crunch of Max's steps moving behind her, she shifted her weight, turning her head to smile over her shoulder at him.

"Morning baby! I'm sorry. I didn't wake you did I?"

"You didn't - your absence did! There was a cold spot cuddled up next to me instead of a warm woman."

Standing next to her, dick in hand, he winced noticeably. Reaching up and stroking his leg Alli inquired -

"Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah," he grunted. "I'm FINE. It's just hard to pee when you're hard....and you're NOT making it easier?"

"Me?" She stood now, moving against him. "What did I do?"

"Well to start with," he chuckled, giving up on the idea of peeing momentarily and using his morning wood to stroke her damp cleft instead, "there was how appropriately hot you looked with steam rising up your crack."

Pressing into her wet heat he stroked her with his fingertips, separating her folds in search of her deeper core of heat and wetness. He chuckled as she leaned against his hand. 

"I take it that feels good," he murmured against her forehead. 

A muffled moan was his only answer as she clung to him tightly, her hips moving against his hand. Her knees buckled slightly as her passion began to climb.

"Whoa!"

He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against him tightly and supporting her weight momentarily till she could stand again. Licking his fingers he grinned through his growing beard.

"Mmmmmm. Tasty!"

"NOT!" She exclaimed. "I am SO not fresh and I just peed - let me go wash off!"

"No WAY!" He pulled her to him even more tightly as she squirmed to get away. "Right now you taste like girl! NOT like mineral hot spring! Come with me..."

Half pulling her, half carrying her they moved back to the comfort of the sleeping bags. Letting her down he turned and hurriedly threw some wood on the fire, grabbing a towel from his pack to toss beside her. Standing over her, his cock aching now, he enjoyed the look of her sprawled across the surface of the joined bags, goosebumps pebbling her skin from the morning chill, her nipples hard and ridged, begging to be sucked, rubbing her thighs together in her excitement. Dropping to his knees he bent and wrapped his lips firmly around one puckered tip, hearing her catch her breath and feeling her back arch under him as he moved to separate her thighs. Sliding between them, feeling her move to wrap her legs around his waist, he pressed both breasts firmly together stretching his mouth wide to suckle both nipples briefly.

She hissed in delight, moving her own hands to cover the warmth left behind by his mouth as he slid further down her body. Kissing and nuzzling as he went, he avoided her upthrust hips to lick and nuzzle the sweet spot behind each knee. Max paused briefly, admiring this view of her - thumbing her nipples, head tossed back, tongue clasped firmly between her lips as she writhed against him. Finally becoming cognizant he had stopped she raised her head to look at him.

"Just wondering what you'd like next m'lady?"

Oh gawd, baby...EAT me...." nearly sobbing now with frustrated desire. "Tongue fuck me! Suck my clittie....just....eat me!"

"No more nonsense about washing first?" He stroked the folds of her slit with his knuckles, rubbing them gently across her clit, watching as her hips lifted to maintain contact with his hand.

She shook her head firmly, "No Sir! Never! Just....oh baby....EAT ME!"

"My pleasure..." bending his head to her he took one lingering lick, separating her folds. "Mmmmmm....tangy! A little musky...but ALL pussy!"

Burying his face against her, mouth wide, he licked and sucked, nibbling her lips, sucking them before moving to the wet heat of her core. Pointed tongue darting in and out now he fucked her with his mouth, arms wrapped under her hips as she thrashed against his mouth, grinding herself against the burn of his whiskers and the steel of his teeth. Already sensitive from their exploits last night her pleasure was building fast.

"Don't stop. Yes baby! Soooo Good!"

He heard the steady litany, loving the sights and sounds of her pleasure - burying his face deeper against her - and the taste of her pleasure he thought. Stroking the pearl of her desire with his thumb he felt the first pulsing of her orgasm. Sliding two fingers inside her, rubbing along the roof of her vagina. As he stroked smoothly he turned his attention and focus to the throbbing bud at the top of her slit, alternately rubbing it smoothly and flicking with his tongue. She came again, the wet velvet sheath of her sex milking his fingers while her thighs locked on the side of his head. She bucked against him again and he nearly bit his tongue. 

Sliding up and forward, her legs draped over his upper arms he teased her, keeping the head of his cock just between the lips of her cunt. Regardless of her struggles she was unable to force herself further onto his length. She was whimpering now, her clawed hands pulling at him.

"What do you want now, baby girl?"

"FUCK ME!!!"

The echoes of her scream bounced off the nearby trees and the far hills. He laughed out loud then -

"They probably heard THAT in town."

He slid forward another inch so that the head of his cock nestled just within the mouth of her pussy. Her hips seemed to have a life of their own as she trashed against him.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, teasing her by pressing forward half an inch, only to withdraw again.

Her legs still locked over his upper arms she was unable to use their powerful muscles to pull him into her, and her arms weren't quite long enough to get hold of his hips and pull him in that way. Her teeth were buried in her bottom lip nearly to the point of drawing blood and she was nodding frantically.

Finally acknowledging that the tease was torturing himself as much as it was her, he pushed home, burying himself to the hilt in her pulsing wet heat. Closing his eyes in relief at the pleasure they shared he moved against her once, feeling her immediately begin to spasm around him. The clasp of her inner muscles milking his length was exquisite. Groaning he leaned forward against her briefly, kissing her deeply. Pulling back and away he pulled almost entirely out of her, the cool morning air providing a delicious counterpoint to her heat. Locking eyes with her, he buried himself against her again, pounding hard, the wet slap of their bodies coming together clearly audible over the crackle of the fire and morning bird calls. Over and over he hammered against her, losing track of how many times she thrashed and came under him.

Her wide brown eyes now soft and unfocused, all of her attention narrowed to the central focus of her pleasure. No longer capable of rational thought only the knowledge that she had never come so often...so hard...never before this...that understanding pounded through her with every beat of her pulse and every smack of their bodies joining. Just then, feeling himself nearing the point of losing control, Max slid one hand between them, and one hand under her ass. Continuing to pound forward into her, feeling from the electric tingle and drawing sensation how close he was to cumming, he rubbed her swollen clitoris with his thumb, once - twice, and when she bucked against him, he slid the index finger of his other hand into the tight rosebud of her anus.

All of her muscles seized against him and it took all his strength to hold himself against her. Her heat seemed to increase from fever to volcanic level as he felt the first of his own emissions exploding out of him, feeling as though it was pulling his nuts inside out in the process. In one wild instant he thought, 'now I know where that saying comes from - getting your nut off'. But until he felt Alli begin wiggling, quickly escalating to giggles and eventual gales of laughter he had no idea he'd said the words aloud.

Pulling him down to wrap her arms around his neck she kissed him soundly, and with lips still pressed together she murmured, "I ADORE you! But I have to pee again so let me up and don't make me laugh again or I can't be held responsible..."

His eyes gleaming mischievously he pulled away just far enough to grin widely.

"Is that so?"

Pouncing on her he began to tickle all her most sensitive spots that were within his reach.

"You BASTARD!" she howled, pounding him on the chest with her fists while trying to push him away using the leverage of her legs.

"Am NOT! My parents were married when I was....ouch!!! SHIT!!! Geez, Alli, not so rough!" 

Laughing nearly as hard now as she was he clutched her more tightly, dropping her legs, but he never stopped tickling her ribs and the fold of skin where her ass met the back of her leg. He was deflating but not as quickly as usual and still had enough of a semi to be able to stay buried, so he was aware nearly as quickly as she was when her overburdened bladder finally cut loose, flooding both of them, and the bedding under them with her hot pungent stream. 

Quick as thought he grabbed the nearby towel to shove under them, hopefully catching the worst of it or they'd be sleeping cold for a few nights he thought. Then realized he was hard as steel inside her again. Alli, oblivious to his arousal, was mortified. Red with embarrassment she had buried her face under one arm. Pulling her arm down he kissed her nose and eyes, pulling her hand down to the site of their joined bodies.

"Alli, no...sweetie...it's okay. Feel this sweetheart?"

Wrapping her hand around his granite length he pulled back far enough that she could see the wetness curling his public hair was a mixture of their cum, liberally spattered with her yellow urine. 

"Ohhh Max, I'm sorry!"

"Hush woman! Nothing to be sorry for if you can't tell."

He kissed her soundly, rubbing the head of his cock, up and down her wet slit, unable to tell from which source the wetness came. Following that contact he stroked her with his fingers, feeling the aftershock spasms of her orgasms still radiating through her.

"There IS just one little problem, though..." he said, arching his eyebrows and looking meaningfully at the edge of the woods.

She looked at him blankly so he continued, "I still haven't pissed and I REALLY have to go now, but I may need some help, because I'm still hard as a rock."

Giggling a little she asked, "Would it help if I turn on the faucet for you baby?"

"Don't be disrespectful woman!" He laughed down at her to take the sting from the words and make the joke apparent. "Actually, I WAS thinking it might help a little to get in the warm water, but I wondered if you wanted to share in the fun a little...maybe...I dunno, give me a target?"

He thought for a minute she was going to turn him down cold but she surprised him by thinking it over. Then, without saying anything she slid out from under him, striding to the edge of the hot springs and laying back on the cold ground. Legs spread wide, knees up, leaning back on her elbows she called back to him -

"How's this for a target, baby?"

Heart swelling with love for the woman, he thought briefly that nowhere else on earth was there a female so perfect for him.

"Beautiful!" he called, getting to his feet. Dick in hand he walked into the warm water, thigh deep, feeling the sharp contrast between air and water temperature beginning to act on him. Finally, with a head-rush that nearly made him dizzy he felt his bladder release, his stream arcing strongly away from him, golden in the clear morning sun. Holding himself and aiming carefully he began by spattering her feet, striding further out of the water once he began to realize his "range". Ending standing nearly between her feet he painted her with his stream, breasts and belly, finishing with a strong surge of hot pee directed against her open sex.

He wasn't entirely surprised to see a tremor run through her, as though she had another little climax, but he was a little surprised when she let down her urine again, peeing against the force of his stream against her.

"Wow! That was inten...," he started, pausing as he saw her getting to her feet - a fiery glint in her eyes. "Wha...?" He managed to get out before she tackled him, launching both of them back into the water her hand searching frantically between his legs. As he splashed, spluttering to the surface he was about to ask her 'what the fuck was the idea?' when he realized that was exactly her idea. Plastered against him, limpet tight, she settled onto his length, sighing in delight.

"That was so friggin' HOT baby!" she exclaimed.

Simultaneously he was saying, "I gather you didn't find that entirely offensive?"

They laughed together, even as his hands moved her on his cock. Nearly weightless in the water she clung to him, rocking her hips. Both already sensitive and stimulated, their loving this time was more leisurely. There was time for long passionate kisses, for tweaking the raspberry points of her nipples and stroking the cleft of her ass. Time for her to reach below and fondle his testicles, drawn up tight, hard and smooth against his groin even in the heat of the water.

There was, they both began to realize, all the time in the world.... 



Think About Icebergs: Raven's Song Ch. 01



The weeks since Raven's birth had flown by in a blur and it was only in quiet moments like these that Max was able to sit back, relax, and put the pieces together again...

The trek back down out of the hills would always be largely a blur he thought - except for certain moments. One such was Alli's cousin's triumphant return with most of the trade goods he'd left with, as well as the addition of a nanny goat and a large baggie of mixed herbs that the family elder there had sworn would help bring in Alli's milk if brewed into a tea. Alli had first sniffed the contents suspiciously and then, apparently satisfied, brewed a pot of a medicinal smelling potion which she proceeded to drink copious amounts of at regular intervals.

Whether it was the herbs in the tea, or the stimulation from the near continuous suckling Raven provided, within seemingly a matter of hours Alli's breasts had begun to swell to even greater prominence than usual. Her nipples grew bigger and darker as well and initially just began to drip fluid with the least stimulus. When that occurred Raven attacked her new mother's nipples with even more determination, causing Alli to wince more than once and to seek out some of the more soothing unguents she'd brought with her applying them to her sore teats.

Seemingly between one moment and the next however, Alli's milk production went from a trickle to a flood. Max had noted that Raven suddenly seemed quieter, less fussy - and that she seemed to be sleeping better and a little longer. What he wasn't aware of though, for at least a matter of a few hours, was the cause.....or how much discomfort Alli was in because of it. He had seen her looking increasingly tired and cross throughout their short trek that day - the hours of their travel having been shortened by common consent due to the presence of the baby and the extra work caring for her caused. When they settled in for bed that night, Max climbed in to his side of the zipped together sleeping bag and leaned over to kiss Raven and Alli goodnight. As he brushed against Alli's breast she caught her breath and flinched away from his touch.

"Alli, what's wrong?" he murmured, concerned that she seemed to be in pain and alarmed at the first time she had ever moved to avoid his touch.

"Ohhhh Max. I've got milk alright....too much milk. Raven can't drink it all and I feel like I'm full to bursting."

He ran his hand gently over her breasts in the dark, alarmed at how hot they felt under his fingertips - her breasts jutted up over her rib cage, swollen and hard. They had been limited in their loving over the past few weeks, stealing moments away from the trek to be alone or trying to arrange intensely passionate but silent interludes in their sleeping bags late at night, knowing that one or more of the cousins was always awake and on watch. In this moment however Max found himself both achingly hard and tenderly concerned for his woman. 

"Can I.......Alli....let me.......help you......please?"

"What..." she began and then gasped as his lips settled warm and soft around her already turgid nipple. When his tongue flicked lightly over the hard point she felt the drawing, burning, pleasure-pain of milk let down begin almost immediately. She sighed at the near instant relief from the intense pressure but then noticed her body responding in other ways as well. This was NOT like suckling Raven. The infant's hungry and eager sucking was pleasant, there was no denying that - she'd enjoyed nursing Clayton when he was a baby too. But this.....this was...... She rolled eagerly closer to Max, glad that she'd put Raven down on her other side tonight, hoping that snuggling with Max later would soothe her despite the pain in her breasts. Now, snuggling was the furthest thing from her mind. She could feel Max swallowing eagerly and suckling as gently as possible and she rolled toward him - wrapping one leg over and around his thighs, pulling his leg close against her pussy. She knew she was already wet and 'ready' but wanted this pleasure to last. Cushioning Max's head on her arm she stroked his back and shoulder as he continued to drain her breast. 

Responding to her arousal he pressed his shaft against her thigh, letting her feel the dampness of the precum he was already oozing. He pushed his thigh tight against the wet flesh of her pussy, pleased when she responded. Her tiny gasps and whimpers of pleasure were nearly inaudible even to his ears and wouldn't, he knew, carry much beyond the boundaries of their sleeping area. The way her hips were eagerly thrusting and rocking though - grinding her cunt back and forth over his thigh - he wasn't sure how much longer that would remain true. 

Much of the pressure had been relieved in the breast he had been suckling and it was no longer hot and hard. He could return to it and drain her further if needed but for now he felt he needed to focus on relieving her other breast. Reaching below to cup one full buttock, pulling her closer and tighter, his fingers accidentally brushed the tight sphincter of her anus. She shuddered against him and moaned more loudly as the flow of her juices against his leg increased significantly. Max heard a low murmur of male Shoshone voices from the direction of the fire and quickly suppressed laughter but he doubted that Alli heard anything. As his mouth settled, warm and gentle, against her other aching breast she gasped and shuddered again, rocking hard against his thigh and trapping his rigid cock firmly between their bellies. 

Her excitement was contagious and Max wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to last either but he wanted to finish inside her. Rolling onto his back in the tight confines of the joint sleeping bag he tried to pull her on top of him - a move that caused a squeak from just beyond Alli, reminding him abruptly of Raven's presence in their sleeping bag. Alright then, he thought, time for Plan B, sliding his hips further under Alli's raised leg until he could feel the swollen head of his prick pressing against the hot wet entry to her sex. One thrust of his hips buried half his length in her volcanic depths and he sucked harder for an instant feeling her pressing forward against him. 

Her arms wrapped around him, nearly clawing his ass in her eagerness to have him inside her. Max found he could release her breast, his one hand clamped firmly around her lush ass pulling her forward as he thrust into her - his fingertips seeking again her tight rosebud and sliding in up to the first knuckle. His other hand moved between them, wedging itself down between their juncture, seeking the one spot that would give her the most pleasure. When he found the hard pearl of her clit he took it between his thumb and index finger, milking it much the same way he was milking her tit. 

Alli began to buck against him, her pussy spasming around his cock, milking his cock in the final act completing their union. He sucked hard again, filling his mouth over and over with the sweet, hot milk from her body, swallowing hard to keep from howling like an animal at the incredible pleasure he felt. Alli, however, suffered no such compunction and her scream of pleasure echoed off the distant hills while Max pumped his spunk deep between her legs. 

They collapsed into each others' arms, limp and sweaty and were halfway to sleep when a small coo roused them, reminding them of the responsibility they had assumed. Raven lay happily in the dark, her hand splayed across her face, talking to herself perhaps more than her adoptive parents. Now that she was receiving adequate nourishment on a regular basis she seemed to be a happy baby, seldom fussing even when wet or with a loaded diaper. She didn't even seem to mind that her diapers had been manufactured from old Tshirts and other bits of 'disposable' clothing and material. They all held and cuddled her equally, taking turns riding with her in order to spell each other and, while she seemed happiest if Max or Alli held her, she would chortle and coo up into the faces of her solemn, self-appointed 'uncles', bringing sudden grins to their faces and winks of congratulations at each other. 

Alli had explained to Max that the role of uncle was traditionally very important - even more important than that of father. It was the uncle who gave the young boy his first bow, took him hunting, fishing....taught him those things of importance. Aunts would be similarly important in the life of the girls. She was, therefore, both surprised and pleased at the interest her cousins were taking in the little girl.

Ray told him privately, "We all helped save her in one way or another. And it was a really good thing for you to accept her so easy when Alli brought her back - not every man would have....white or Indian." He'd nodded at Max, "Raven is a good name.....ravens are good medicine. You'll see Max, she'll bring you and Alli luck."

Max had accepted Ray's words, knowing in his heart that Raven's luckiness - or lack thereof - was the furthest thing from his mind. She was a baby - an innocent - and a beauty at that with flashing black eyes and a head full of black hair that curled gently at the ends. Her smile rivaled Alli's own and lit up her face....and his heart. And when her little fist curled around his finger he always felt his heart melt. As far as he was concerned the trip back, while taking almost twice as long as the outbound trip, was far too short.

After that first night when Alli's milk had come in, he made arrangements to have one of the others watch the baby for a bit while he and Alli rode away from camp together - finding a spot where they could be comfortable and alone - often a fallen tree where Max could sit on a folded blanket, his jeans around his ankles, while Alli sat on his lap, his staff firmly embedded in her cunt while he suckled from her breasts. They could cling together and rock gently, arms enfolding each other while he reduced the pressure in her breasts to bearable levels - not incidentally renewing the depth of their bond to each other as well. Max found himself hoping that Alli never lost her milk entirely - these moments were so unbearably sweet - both tender and erotic in ways they had not shared before. The fact that such moments were immediately followed by their return to camp and Alli settling down with Raven to provide her with dinner did not detract one iota from the loving passion they shared. 

With Bear rolling around his feet and gnawing on his boots (usually in preference to a deer rib), sitting in front of a crackling fire and listening to the low murmur of Shoshone voices - Alli leaning against him as she suckled Raven, the baby's eyes usually rolling until they located his face, then her dazzling milky smile before she settled back to nursing industriously, Max was as content as he had ever been. He always mentally crossed potential blindness off the list of possible birth defects at such moments, knowing it might be years yet before they discovered the full extent, if any, of Raven's challenges. Hoping that he would be as ready for whatever they found as Alli seemed to be. 

He'd kept his eyes open as they traveled, looking for places he could build a home for the three of them - four if Granny could be persuaded to join them - but found fault with everything he'd seen thus far. Too remote - no fresh water - no trees for shelter - no game.... The list went on. The fact was, that aside from the size of her house, he and Alli had become settled at Granny's. They simply needed more room - and now that they had Raven too they had to have more space - a bigger home. 

It had been, therefore, an enormous surprise as they topped the last ridge to look down and see the flurry of activity around Granny's little farmstead. Trucks, wagons, horses, flatbeds with bales and bales of hay.....and a new house rising along side the old one. The thick walls, built of hay and rebar made for a strong, secure home. Wide window ledges would grow medicinal plants and herbs for cooking and the long eaves of the southern exposure would let in the maximum light during the winter months, keeping the house cooler in the summer. Sunburned men were cutting and splitting firewood, while others set stone and cement in place for fireplace mantles and chimneys. A veritable army of women were cooking, weaving and sewing while plumbers made sure that various bathroom and kitchen fixtures worked and electricians strung wire up into the loft area. 

Alli's mouth fell open with surprise and she and Max stared at each other dumfounded. She asked, "Did you...." trailing off when he shook his head in negation. The simple fact was that he had no more of a clue what was going on than she did but he suspected the little, silver-haired bantam hen of a woman that seemed to be shouting and stomping her foot in emphasis might have had something to do with the activity.

As they rode into the farm a number of people broke away from the work area to come and greet them, taking the horses and oohing and aahing over the baby in Max's arms. Granny pushed her way into the front, through the taller bodies surrounding her and immediately held out her arms.

"Want see my GREAT gran'daughter!"

Max laughed, handing the baby to her - surprised at how radiantly similar their toothless smiles at each other seemed. His boss laughed, shaking his hand, "I'll be damned. The old woman was right!"

At Max's quizzical look he explained, "She came in to the office the day after ya'll went up country. Said ya needed a bigger house, especially with winter comin' and the baby on the way. I thought maybe...." The older man glanced at Alli but Max shook his head slightly. "Anyways, we been workin' like a house afire since then to get a nice place built for ya'll. Seems yer Granny there thinks maybe yer gonna have a houseful a kids. If they're all as purty as this little gal then yer gonna need a bigger gun too!" He chucked Raven under the chin eliciting chortles of laughter.

Max laughed, "Hopefully not for a year or two, and I'll have all her uncles to help protect her.....whether she wants us to or not I expect."

Max had grabbed his tools and set to work alongside the others, discovering in the process that he had a definite gift and creative flair for decorating an 'adobe-type' home. An old wagon wheel was wired and suspended making a dramatic focal point and 'chandelier' for the Great Room, an ancient horse collar became the frame for the vanity mirror in the small, half bath under the stairs and an old barn door, sanded and varnished became their kitchen table. There were plenty of Native American touches too. Bright splashes of color that were trade blankets sewn into new upholstery covers, or saddle blankets turned into throw pillows and rugs, a huge medicine shield hung above the fireplace and a decorated buffalo skull looked out above their door. And it seemed like the ubiquitous dream catchers were everywhere - in every window and every free hanging space. Alli murmured to him at one point that EVERYONE had given them one as house warming gift but that she suspected eventually a few of them might disappear here and there. One of the prettiest, he thought was a simple one that hung in his home office, made of deer rib and undyed leather and sinew with pheasant feathers to decorate it. It looked, he thought, the way they 'should' look. And in the nursery there was a rainbow colored zoo full of stuffed animals made from saddle blankets, trade blankets and the occasional animal hide. Sturdier and, for the most part, more easily washable than the more typical 'stuffed animals'.

Sturdy, locking gates had been built across Raven's nursery door and across the top of the stairway down from the loft. Granny huffed at the notion but both Max and Alli had insisted and the loft had become their private territory. Granny had a bedroom and full bathroom directly off the kitchen, at nearly the opposite end of the big house, and once she went to bed, Max and Alli were free to play and indulge themselves however they wished. Bear had originally fussed a bit about not being able to sleep upstairs, discovering as he grew that sleeping on the steps was not only uncomfortable but increasingly impossible. However, with no one downstairs to tell him otherwise, he soon found that Max's big easy chair by the fireplace was the prize spot to sleep. After scolding him for it every morning for several weeks Max gave up, sheepishly accepting the falsa blanket that Alli handed him and using it to cover his chair with every night before bed - less for Bear's comfort than to protect himself against the wool like clumps of shed hair that Bear left behind every night. 

As colder weather settled in there was significant down-time from his construction work, giving him ample time for home projects. The little things that Alli asked for didn't usually fill up his day either and he and Bear didn't need to hunt often to keep the larder stocked. To avoid boredom and help provide their necessities he turned his hand to building toys and baby furniture. At first using simple, Shaker-style patterns he built a high chair for Raven, a child size rocking chair and some brightly colored wooden building blocks. But then, starting to get bored he also made a small wagon filled with alphabet blocks with a soft braided rope for her to pull it.....once she got big enough to walk at any rate. And small kitchen cabinets for her room for her to play house with. That caused Alli's eyebrow to go up so he also built her a rubber band gun.....knowing that at least one of her 'uncles' had it in mind to teach her to shoot a bow when she got bigger. Small pieces of wood became the head and limbs of a doll and he found ways to attach hands to arms and feet to legs with small interlocking eye bolts. The body had him stumped however until Granny appeared with some of her ubiquitous rabbit skins to trade him - she would finish the body and clothes for the doll if he would make her a board designed just so - this long - this wide at the base, this wide at the top - fan shaped across the top - small holes pierced around the circumference - a good quality board but lightweight and not too thick. Max tried to get her to tell him what she needed it for by suggesting that it would help him choose the board and make what she wanted if she did.....the old woman didn't buy it, cackling with laughter and heading back into the house.

Her old home had become Max and Alli's offices and workrooms - providing them with a warm, sheltered location, close by, where they could work undisturbed and still be together, being at home for meals or whenever Granny or Raven needed them. It also gave them some privacy during the day where they could be alone together. Max continued to 'assist' Alli and suckle her whenever possible - always at least once a day while she was still nursing Raven too. But 'their time' - time when they could be together - uninterrupted and unhurried - was always at night. After dinner when Granny would head off to her room to watch TV and go to bed, and they would put Raven to bed before falling into bed and into each other's arms. 

Tonight was no exception. When Alli got done with her shower and entered the big upstairs bedroom, Max was already naked, bent over and carefully feeding more logs into the fireplace. She admired the long line of his back that tapered from his shoulders to his ass. He'd always been fit but now building houses and the long hours of riding and hunting had toned and tightened his muscles. She could literally see the definition in his thighs and glutes.....but even more interesting, at the moment, the way he was bent over, was the way his bag hung. From this angle they looked like lion's balls and she sprawled on the bed, lazily fingering herself.

"You must be warm......and relaxed......" she suggested slyly.




Think About Icebergs: Raven's Song Ch. 01



He grinned over his shoulder, catching her drift immediately. "Why? Because of how I'm hangin' tonight?"

"Mmmhmmm! Looks yummy! Don't suppose you'd be willing to back that up over here would you?"

"For you babe? You bet!" He teased, stepping backwards across the intervening space until he was next to the bed, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass at her. "This what you're wantin'?"

In answer she reached between his legs to cup him firmly, sucking each testicle from behind briefly, then sliding her tongue up over his taint. He danced away from her, turning and pointing downward, "Look at this woman! You've given me a semi!"

Her dark eyes twinkled with her retort, "Only a semi? I must be slipping! Am I gonna have to tie you to the bed so I can have that?"

"Hell no, I'll serve it up to you on a platter!" He exclaimed, rolling onto the bed and spread eagling his body. "Well? What are you waiting for???"

She was giggling helplessly, the image of him holding a platter, his cock and balls nestled along the edge and ready to serve to her too deliciously funny for words and she knew that sooner or later she was going to have to find a real platter, to be hand painted appropriately.... But meanwhile her young lover was waiting. Still grinning and giggling she moved to the foot of the bed, kneeling between his spread legs. Bending low she opened her mouth to engulf one of his balls, running her tongue over the hard orb, noting as she did so that his excitement caused an immediate physiological response. His hands reached to gently cradle her skull as he murmured, "Nope, definitely NOT slipping...."

She chuckled again, more breathily this time - her mouth being full - an index finger lazily tracing the line of his taint down to rim him gently, watching as goosebumps rose on his skin and his hair seemed to stand on end for a moment. Her lips and tongue busily teasing the head of his prick - all of the places she knew from experience now were the most sensitive - doing all of the things she knew he loved the most and trying to invest them with all the love she felt toward this young man who had helped to change her life - and change HER - so remarkably. He was hard as a rock now, throbbing occasionally between her lips when she would engulf him fully - stretching her faculties and skills to take him all the way to the base of his shaft, her nose pressed firmly into the loose curls at his groin. 

He groaned and tapped her head softly and when she looked up he said, "My turn honey.....lay back."

She cooed softly, climbing quickly onto the bed and laying back with her legs spread, thinking briefly they ought to start referring to this as 'assuming the position'. He paused for a moment to tease her, relishing the look and the smell of her - wet and open for him. She could feel his hands against her, his fingers tracing the ruffled lips of her cunt, his breath warm against her - her hips instinctively rising to meet his mouth as it descended. Then her normal, low toned, voice becoming shrill as she began to gasp and pant, uttering little cries as she ground herself against his mouth. His tongue slid between her labia, dipping deep in search of the source of her sweetness - the scent of her arousal making his head swim. Her fur rasped briefly against his tongue. She kept herself natural the way he preferred but as a full-blood she had minimal body hair, he never had to wade through her bush like with some of the women he'd known. Still, when she ground herself against him, making those noises.....he felt himself losing control, the precum drooling steadily from his cock and the burning ache in his balls letting him know how close he was. He thought briefly of that old song his Grandma had enjoyed.....some folk singer or other....something about 'you fill up my senses' trying to capture the elusive tune as it flitted through his mind. Alli did that to him - the taste and smell of her, the noises she made, the feel of her skin....and he knew he wanted to finish inside her. 

Sliding up her body he captured a nipple briefly, sucking deeply for a moment, feeling how her back arched up to meet him. At times he thought there was nothing that he could do....no place he could touch her....that she wouldn't respond to him eagerly. That turned him on as much as anything else about her did. Bending he kissed her deeply, her lips opening to him immediately, her tongue welcoming him before darting to explore the taste of herself on his lips and short beard. As she did he slid home inside her welcome heat, angling his hips to put extra pressure against her G-spot. She gasped in response and he grinned doing it again and lifting one hand to cup a heavy breast, squeezing until a steady stream of milk bathed them both in it's sticky warmth, bending to capture her lips again.

She cried out, wrapping her legs around him to pull him tight against her, her fingernails burying themselves in the skin of his buttocks as she bucked and orgasmed. The rippling spasms of her pussy around his prick were the last straw for him. He buried his face in the bend of her shoulder, biting down and roaring his own pleasure as he pumped a gallon or so of his hot spunk inside her. For a moment they lay there, knotted together, trembling and continuing to spasm occasionally until a slight giggle escaped her lips. He reared back to look at her in astonishment, that was the last reaction he expected. She shrugged helplessly.

"It tickles."

"Wha........???"

She shifted, moving her hands from where they had clung tight to his ass. She stretched one long arm around and below them and he could feel her fiddling around where his ball sack hung. Bringing her fingers back up and wiggling them in front of his face he realized they were coated with the cream pie he had just created.

"My cup runneth over.... You must have shot that one up from your toes baby!" 

She grinned at him, licking her fingers clean. He nodded, happy again, seeing the humor of her situation. 

"Felt like it." 

He flexed and his cock twitched inside her, pumping out one last drop or two of his seed. Her cunt responded immediately spasming around him again as her back arched, her eyes narrowing to slits with her pleasure. He patted her leg and she unlocked her ankles, dropping her feet back to the mattress. He pulled back and away watching with helpless fascination as another large drop of their mingled cum oozed from between her lower lips. 

"Someone made a helluva mess...." she heard him say thoughtfully.

"'Someone'.....should clean UP their mess." she said in agreement.

He grinned at her through his whiskers, his eyes twinkling in the firelight with the humor and renewed arousal he felt at her words. Nodding briefly in acknowledgement and acquiescence he bent to her again, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue deep inside her. She grabbed a pillow, burying her face and screaming her delight into its foam depths, despite the actual likelihood of anyone hearing them through the thick, well insulated walls and floors of their home. As she came again and again her internal muscle spasms forced the cream pie into Max's eagerly waiting mouth and he slid deeper, spreading her thighs in search of the first few drops that had escaped his attentions. When his tongue circled her sphincter she screamed with delight again pulling her thighs up and back and reaching down with her own hands to pull her ass cheeks apart.

He paused for a second to murmur, "My god, you're just one huge erogenous zone aren't you?"

Her eyes glowed with her own humor and arousal as she replied, "Hey! I know I've put on weight since we've been back on the Res.....but I wouldn't say I'm 'HUGE' yet!"

He smacked her ass sharply before burying his mouth against her again saying, "You KNOW damn good 'n well that's NOT what I meant silly woman!"

He chuckled as he heard her murmuring, "One sir.....Thank you sir......Mmmmmm please may I have another sir.....", thinking that was a pleasure best left for another day....or night. He slid up against her again, pulling her close to cuddle, his lips automatically seeking the warmth and succor of her nipple. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close as he suckled, throwing a leg over his hips too. 

"Thank you baby," she murmured sleepily, "that was.....AMAZING!"

He nodded, his mouth too full to respond, his tongue lazily circling her nipple as her milk let down, fountaining into his mouth. Indeed, he thought, it almost always was. Alli whispered again, near sleep or already lost in a dream, he wasn't sure which.

"....keep bein' such....goo' boy 'n jus' wait....see wha' Santa brings you...."

That was the last, and then the slight buzz of her infrequent snore. He grinned against her breast before falling into slumber himself. He didn't know what Santa had planned, but doubted it would be better than this was....



Think About Icebergs - Silver Bells



Max looked at the enormous pine tree with satisfaction. He and Alli's cousin Ray had cut it, towed it behind a team of horses, and manhandled it by brute force into the house. The twelve foot fir tree stretched toward, but didn't quite attain, the rafters of the vaulted ceiling in the Great Room. Still, he thought, it was a FINE tree and he couldn't wait to see Alli's...and Raven's eyes light up when they saw it. The females had gone to one of Alli's cousin's houses -- Alli was borrowing her sewing machine to make some fleecy little outfits for Raven, 'among other things' she'd said with a definite 'Mrs. Claus' type sparkle in her dark eyes. Bear was happily wagging and exploring under the tree but seeing him lift an injudicious leg to mark the tree Max barked a swift command of 'Down!' and the dog dropped like he'd been shot. 

Ray chuckled and murmured, 'Good dog...well trained.'

Max shot him a look and hurried to let the dog outside. Coming back he saw that Ray had already set up the waiting step ladders and was beginning to try and string lights -- however the tree was so vast it was quickly apparent it was a two person job. Max climbed the other ladder and they tossed the coils of Christmas lights back and forth as they worked their way down the tree. He wasn't sure of Alli's religious beliefs and had debated having a star atop the tree -- he knew she'd gone to the largely Catholic reservation schools as a child but considered her, as an adult, more of a spiritual than a religious person. Granny had settled the on-going argument in his mind by bringing out a box of decorations from her closet with the small, lighted star that had adorned Alli's trees when she was a child. Amazingly, with the replacement of a few bulbs, the little star had glowed merrily and was now proudly atop the green giant.

The two men had just about finished with the lights when he felt a cool draft from behind him. The door opened and a snow covered Bear rushed in, tail beating madly as if to say, 'look who I found' followed by a happy squeal from Raven and Alli's awed 'Holy CRAP!'

Coming to stand closer to the big hearth she nodded thoughtfully looking at the tree, before grinning at Max, "I don't suppose you could have found a bigger one baby?"

He pretended to disappointment, "You don't like it? I guess we can put it in Granny's room then..."

She snorted with laughter, "Not if Granny is still going to be able to sleep there we can't." She laid Raven down on the rug and came to wrap warm arms around him, "It's an AMAZING tree honey. And where did you get that star, it looks just like one I had years ago..."

Max cradled her close against his body, watching as Raven rolled over onto her belly and pushed up, so she could look at the tree and lights. Ray went on cheerfully stringing the last few strands around the base of the tree before going to pick up his niece and bring her close enough to reach out and fondle the soft, fresh needles of the tree. Her face crinkled thoughtfully for a moment before breaking into a toothless beaming smile, so like Granny's and Alli's that sometimes it was difficult to remember she wasn't Alli's natural daughter.

Max could hardly wait to see her eyes light up when the ornaments started going on the tree. He'd picked out dozens of blown glass ornaments in all shapes, sizes and colors and he knew for a fact that Christmas morning 'Santa' would have delivered an old fashioned HO train, complete with light, smoke from the stack and a train whistle -- as near to the one he remembered growing up with as he could find. There were other ornaments as well -- tiny things made from bread and cookie dough, minutely detailed and painted -- moccasins, peace pipes, warriors and maidens -- relics of Alli's childhood. And Granny had been busy making more -- the design called 'The Eye of God', tiny embroidered thunderbirds and miniature dream catchers. Her arthritic old hands, although bent and swollen, were remarkably agile when it came to making such things. 

Alli stooped to her own bags, pulling out several large 'stockings' made from trade blankets and making a mental count he noted her hope that Clayton would be home for Christmas as well. He hoped she wouldn't be disappointed if the young man couldn't make it -- the weather had been harsh so far this winter. Although Max loved their life and found the wilderness beauty both soothing and stirring, he admitted that at times their remoteness could be a challenge as well. He and Alli were self-reliant in many respects, and he planned to become more so in the future, hoping eventually to live entirely 'off the grid' -- but he also recognized, especially since Raven's entrance into their lives -- the need to remain close to civilization and its amenities. If the snow and ice continued as it had thus far it might be difficult though for Clayton to make it for the holidays. 

He was still thinking about that later and wondering what, if anything, he might be able to do to 'assist' Clayton and encourage him to come home for Christmas. Upstairs in their bedroom, and alone for the moment he was dually focused on his own presents for Alli and on finding a safe hiding place where she wouldn't discover them. He'd bought the silky lingerie, not only because she enjoyed it but also because he knew it wasn't something that she would ordinarily spend money on for herself. It was 'impractical' she would say dismissively. But he loved seeing her in the bits of satin and lace when she COULD be persuaded to don such apparel. As well he loved the feel of the materials next to his own skin...be honest, he thought, you like to feel her rubbing against your cock that way...

Wondering briefly if the items he'd bought for her would pass his 'touch test', and noting that he was still alone in the room he briefly rubbed the silky tap pants against his rapidly growing erection. It felt good but it wasn't the same, rubbing himself with his own hand and, after a moment's hesitation to make SURE that Alli wasn't coming up the stairs, he slid the lace trimmed panties on himself. Now THAT, he thought, felt AMAZING...

As he turned and twisted viewing himself in the cheval mirror but imagining Alli, he caught a glimpse of her standing in the doorway, absently stroking her breast and viewing him thoughtfully. He froze in place, hastily stuffing the balance of her Christmas present back into the bag. 

"C'mere Baby," she whispered huskily, finding the sight of her ruggedly masculine man, wearing the frothy undies, amazingly sexy. She was so focused on the erotic feelings coursing through her body, she failed utterly to notice that they were NOT her undies....

He strode to her, slightly hesitant, but his cock still rampant and noticeable through the sheer material and that turned her on even more. He was rigidly hard and the snug material held his shaft firmly against his belly...she didn't know if she had ever wanted him more.

Pulling him to the bed she pushed him down and back. Noting by now that, far from being dismayed or put off, the woman that he loved seemed to be even more turned on than usual obligingly he fell back onto the mattress, pulling her down with him. Her hands began to stroke him through the satiny material and he noted how much better HER hands felt on him than his own had. Eagerly he began divesting her of her own clothes. She assisted him as much as possible but when he lifted his hips to pull off the panties she pushed him down again.

Bending to him she began to lick and nibble at him through the material, running her tongue over him until the material was sopping and pausing occasionally to wrap her lips over the head of his granite-like cock, sucking at him through the silk. The feel of her mouth on him, through the silky, wet fabric...no seams or slits or buttons in the way...was making him crazy and he arched upward as she ran her teeth gently up and down the length of his shaft. Winding his fingers through her hair he gasped, "Oh GOD...you've never done this before!"

Snorting with amusement she lifted her head briefly to respond, "I've never come to bed to find you wearing panties before EITHER!"

Lowering her head again she continued to work him over through the material, sliding one hand through the wide, lace-trimmed leg in order to cup and fondle his balls. Running a finger-tip gently backwards across his taint, she located his sphincter and rimmed him before pressing the fingertip more firmly against his anus. His hands tightened against her skull but he heard her murmur, "I won't hurt you...I promise."

It wasn't that he didn't trust her, it was just such an unusual feeling for him...and she had never done anything like this before...with him at least. He found himself wondering briefly about the years that separated them and her prior experiences before he came into her life. Pushing those thoughts aside with no little effort of will he tried to relax as her index finger gently but inexorably eased its way inside him. He wasn't sure at first what to do. He found himself automatically tensing and trying to bear down.

"Shhhhh baby," she coaxed. "Just take a deep breath and let it out slowly and relax..."

He tried to do what she'd said but it was difficult. It reminded him of too many physical exams...the 'bend over and cough' part. But Alli wasn't forcing him and wasn't pressing and exploring inside him. She seemed to know exactly what she was looking for and her finger, long and slender as it was, seemed to be easing deeper and deeper inside him. She bent her head over him again, sucking him deep into her mouth, sliding her tongue over the head of his cock and then following her lips down to the tight curls at the base. 

Suddenly her finger touched a spot and his cock throbbed in her mouth. She turned her dark eyes toward his face when he groaned, "Oh...My...GAWD!" and he could tell from the way her eyes narrowed and crinkled that she was smiling happily...or would be if her mouth weren't full. It felt...indescribable. Like she was rubbing his nuts from the inside...or maybe better. He reached down, burying his hands in her luxuriant hair and cradling her skull. His hips inadvertently thrust upward and he exploded in her mouth. 

Max cried out with a wordless shout of ecstasy. He felt like she'd turned him inside out...and that all of his insides were rushing out of his cock and filling her mouth. He pulsed over and over again until he was certain he was never going to be able to cum again in this lifetime while she pressed and rubbed inside him. When she finally eased her finger from his rectum he collapsed, limp and quivering, beside her on the pillows. 

She was still swallowing as she sat up over him. She grinned and a last dribble of his spunk ran down her chin and over the full slope of her breast. Unbelievably enough he was still hard as a rock.

"Where...how...," he gasped, uncertain what he was asking.

At the same time she chuckled with delight, saying, "Well, THAT went better than expected, I think." 

She bent over him, kissing him with lips still smeared with his seed, "Hmmmm? I've never actually done it before...not that way anyway. It's a technique we learned to allow us to get sperm samples...a way to make a man cum without an orgasm. Prostate massage..."

She continued to murmur to him, words of endearment and love mixed with her explanation as she climbed over him pulling the silky panties off over his hips. Sitting down and back she reached below, rubbing the head of his prick between her dripping pussy lips and then settling slowly down and around him, engulfing him in the hot, wet core of her.

"Oh God..." she groaned with pleasure.

Simultaneously he muttered, "Jesus fucking Christ..." thrusting up with his hips against her. Pulling her down against him he wrapped his lips around one turgid nipple, suckling hard at first and then more gently when her milk let down. Alli arched her back, pushing her breasts closer to him and moaning with pleasure as he sucked and nibbled at them. The brush of his short beard against the sensitive skin of her breasts fired her senses. Rocking her hips to slide his length deep inside her allowed her to grind her mons against his pubic bone. 'Better than riding horseback' she thought wildly, "Sooooo good..." she murmured.

"Lean back," Max directed. "Sit up and ride." 

Her eyes flew open, searching out his below her. 'How does he DO that?' she thought, 'How does he read my mind that way?' She did as he asked though -- leaning back, sitting upright and settling into the 'saddle' of his hips and thighs. As she did he took over, driving upward into her over and over again, setting the rhythm for their loving. Every thrust upward of his hips met her hips rocking down against him, faster and harder until she gripped his shoulders....HARD. She groaned happily when her orgasm took her, the wet velvet of her cunt milking his cock and driving him over the edge too.

She collapsed into his arms, snuggling against his side falling asleep almost immediately. The soft, sonorous sighs of her breathing, the steady beat of her heart against his side, and the faint twitches of the aftershocks that continued to pulse through her, despite her somnolence, soon lulled Max to sleep as well. His last conscious thought was one of infinite gratitude to whatever Power had initially brought them together...

~ ~ ~

The last few days before Christmas passed in a flurry of activity. Clayton pulled in a matter of hours before the snow began to fall again and the wind picked up. His homecoming seemed to signal a steady round of visits from his male cousins...all seemingly accompanied by a bevy of unattached and attractive young females. Alli eyed the giggling horde with some dismay but Max noted Granny seemed a bit more prosaic about the matter -- wading in to determine family and clan affiliations, relative wealth and status, and level of education (in the all important skills of home-making, cooking and sewing). 

Meanwhile the smells of cooking and baking supplanted the homelier smells of Alli's herbal medicines. There were whispered conversations between Alli and her grandmother, between Max and Alli, between Max and Clayton and between various of the aunts, uncles and cousins who might be present at any given point. The final touches went on the big tree making Raven's eyes light up at the sparkle and color. Bear had to be persuaded once or twice that this tree was neither for peeing on nor for sleeping under but eventually seemed to grasp that the human members of his pack frowned on it. Alli sewed until she was nearly cross-eyed making quilts for everyone from Raven to Granny, as well as adding eyes, manes and tails to some of the many stuffed animals she'd made as presents. Max put the finishing touches on wooden pull toys he'd made, as well as on a bleached oak highchair and the house resounded with laughter, chatter and the sound of carols.

On Christmas Eve itself Alli and her grandmother went into a frenzy of last minute baking and cooking. The yeasty smells of fresh baked bread and sweet rolls filled the house overwhelming the resiny pine scent of the tree. The wind blew hard from the north and the cold settled around the house -- the sharp scent of coming snow clearly evident. 

Raven picked up on the excitement of the household, refusing to nap and becoming cranky and irritable. Clayton, surprisingly, was the only relative she would tolerate. Knotting her fingers tightly in his hair and laying her head against his shoulder she batted her tear-spiked lashes at her mother and father and sent her Granny into paroxysms of giggling Shoshone. Max could decipher enough of the language now to understand she was comparing Raven to her 'mother' at the same age. Max himself sometimes discounted the matter of Raven's birth, she was so very like the way he imagined that Alli was in her own infancy. 

When Alli took a much needed break and settled into the rocker next to the fire the infant finally began to settle down. Her dark head echoed the curve of Alli's firm breast as she settled down to suckle and Max thought the scene reminiscent of the traditional Nativity he'd grown up with. Alli never seemed less her true age than when she was nursing the baby and now, with her dark hair flowing over her shoulders, a traditional weave woolen blanket wrapped around them both she seemed to Max to be as ageless as any Renaissance Madonna. His mind captured the picture to hold in his heart and treasure, wishing he had the skill of a Leonardo to freeze the image forever.

He had held back the gift wrapped box of lingerie -- not wanting Alli to open it in front of her family and he noted with surprise that she had also held back a package to tuck beneath the small tree in their room. That night after putting Raven to sleep and a joint shower that was as much therapeutic massage as it was foreplay, she tumbled into bed, asleep almost before her head hit the pillow. Max was briefly disappointed...for the approximately 10 seconds it took him to follow her into slumber. He was startled awake though, sometime in the dark chill of the night, when warm lips wrapped themselves around his cock. He was already hard and halfway to orgasm when he roused from dreamland and burying his hands in in her ebony hair he pressed upward with his hips. It seemed only a matter of seconds before he came hard enough to cramp his toes. The musical sound of Alli's low chuckle bubbled through the bedroom. 

"What brought THAT on," he gasped once he caught his breath.

She continued to bubble over with laughter as she answered, "Wellllllll...I woke up....I wanted you to wake up....it seemed like a good idea at the time."

He laughed too, admiring the glow of Alli's coppery skin in the dim firelight of their bedroom, "Yeah, I'll say! So, I'm awake now. What's up?"

"I wanted to be the first to wish you a Merry Christmas, baby."

Glancing at the alarm clock he noted it was indeed after midnight and responded, "Thank you sweetheart. Merry Christmas to YOU too."

Rolling toward him Alli kissed him deeply and he savored the tang of his cum on her lips.

"And I wanted to give you this now, while we're alone," she said, reaching for a beribboned box on the nightstand.

"That's a great idea babe. I have something I want to give you too," he climbed out of bed and retrieved one of the boxes from under the little Christmas tree, softly glowing with LED fairy lights. 

"Ooooo, pretty wrapping paper," she admired the brightly colored Indian print paper he'd found. Her own present to him was wrapped more traditionally with paper showing snowflakes and Christmas trees but he took it eagerly. 

"Go ahead, hon...Open yours first," he suggested. He could barely wait to see her in one of the translucent, lacy bits of lingerie.

She tore into the package eagerly, chuckling as she revealed the contents. Laying out the different items on the comforter she slid her hand over the silky undergarments before turning to kiss him deeply again.

"Thank you baby! They're so beautiful! I can hardly decide what to wear first...this maybe." She stroked a chemise with a forefinger. "Or this....," picking up a satin brocade corset she held it to her cheek. "Hurry and open yours now...I can't wait any longer to see how you like it."

Opening the box he held he was somewhat astounded to discover several lacy pairs of panties, in a size that he estimated would fit him snugly. He held up a pair and looked at Alli with some dismay.

"Hon???"

She giggled like a school girl before replying, "Well...the other night...when I found you wearing...ummmm....these panties I think," she giggled again picking up the panties he had indeed been wearing while fantasizing about her, "well....I thought you looked really....ummm...hot!" She added in rush, "And maybe it's not your thing...you certainly don't have to wear them if you don't want...but...uhhh. Well, I thought it was pretty exciting when I saw you and when I saw those," she gestured toward the box, "I thought immediately about how sexy you would look...and....uhhh..." she trailed off.




Think About Icebergs - Silver Bells



"I LOVE them!" he expostulated. "I...well, when I was a kid I'd put on my Mom...or my grandmother's undies and...well, I'd jerk off."

Even in the dim light of the room Alli could see the deep flush that spread across his face and chest at the admission.

"Well, they always felt so silky and sexy against my prick," he added. "But...I, uh...never thought about having some of my own to wear before now. You don't think it's...ummm...unmanly or gay or anything?" he asked with some hesitancy.

"Hell no!" She said vehemently. "It's just that you looked so incredibly sexy with your hard cock pressed against the material...the head peeking out over the elastic band....and your balls barely held in place," she shivered with the memory, "and I could just picture you wearing those...and I got so turned on...well, once I'd paid for them I had to ask for the restroom so I could...erm, take matters in hand."

He recognized the euphemism she used frequently when admitting she'd masturbated and felt his shaft stirring at the picture her words had generated for him. Setting down the box on the nightstand he pulled out a lacy lavender pair of panties and stepped into them, pulling them up over his hips and sliding the material against his incipient erection.

She admired the taut musculature of his ass against the stretchy material before he turned toward her asking, "Was the picture in your mind anything like this?"

"Ohhhhhhh yesssssss," she sighed breathily. "You look JUST like I'd imagined...maybe better."

She exhaled on a low note, reaching out to stroke his rapidly hardening prick through the material. Her fingers were cool against his skin and the sensation was incredible. In addition, the memory of his youthful fantasies and actions was stimulating him as well. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, exercising rigid self-control to avoid blowing his load right then and there, while Alli continued to run her fingers down over his cock and across his balls. Her short fingernails teased at him through the satiny lace and he spread his legs to allow her more access. 

"Lay down baby," she directed huskily.

He was glad to oblige realizing as he did that she had noticed his legs trembling with the effort of continuing to hold him upright. As he spread eagled himself on the bed she moved between his legs, covering the swollen, exposed head of his cock with her lips.

"Gawwwd," he breathed and she chuckled before doing it again, sucking and licking at him through the lace. His pleased groans could barely be heard over the crackle of the low fire, and the rising wind from outside the house. Still, Alli was well aware of the effect she was having on him as she mouthed his balls and felt goose bumps cover his legs. Sliding up and over him she pulled down the panties, just enough so that his steel hard shaft sprang free. She slid against him a time or two, rubbing her wet cunt over both he and the lingerie, her own excitement building rapidly as she settled over him and began to ride him. 

He didn't realize he was still wearing the bit of lace but did feel as if his balls were being cradled snug while his cock was buried deep inside Alli's volcanic pussy. She rocked against him, rising until she was almost free before twisting her hips and grinding down against him. He felt the first fluttering spasms of her orgasm as she moaned above him, moving faster, and thrusting up he met her more than halfway. His hands moved to her hips, directing her motions as she began to lose control. As her pussy walls clamped around him he thrust up once more, and again, before letting the pleasure take him.

Her own arms and legs trembling Alli collapsed slowly into his arms. He rolled them onto their side without disrupting their union, only realizing that he was still wearing the lavender panties when they began to dampen with the mingled juices oozing from Alli's cunt. He wasn't sure which of them had been more excited or had cum harder. All things considered, he thought before drifting to sleep still joined to his love, it might take quite a few such experiments to make such a determination.

She mumbled, "Merry Christmas baby," sleepily before following him into slumber. It would, he thought briefly, be the first of many such happy holidays.



Think About Icebergs: That Weekend



Allison Richards smiled as she woke to the feeling of her young lover stroking her softly, his warm fingers gently seeking out the wet core of her passion. In the weeks following his injury, caring for him while he healed, she'd grown used to no longer needing an alarm clock. Max woke her faithfully every morning, whether for quick kisses on his way to the shower before he left for work, or on those rare mornings like today when they both had the day off and all the time in the world ahead of them. She shifted to allow him easier access, purring as she felt the brush of his lips between her shoulder blades. 

"Did you finally wake up?" he murmured against her back.

Stretching one long arm backward to draw him closer she smiled to herself again as she felt the stiffness of his shaft nestled between her buttocks.

"Have you and 'Little Max' been up a long time?" she chuckled.

"Long enough." he murmured between kisses along the side of her neck.

His fingers continued to stroke and fondle her, causing her to shift restlessly, simultaneously wanting to relax and enjoy the slow build of passion he was so capable of providing, and at the same time wanting to pull him directly into her heat. She settled for nestling closer to his chest, head tilted up for the light, tender kisses he feathered onto her eyelids and the bridge of her nose. She sighed happily, marvelling once again at the rare "magic" that had brought the two of them together, and that had turned instant attraction into growing affection and budding love. There were times when she wondered what the future might hold for them considering the vast age difference between them but always tried to keep her fears at bay, considering instead the relationships of people like Ashton and Demi - knowing that there were no "roadmaps" existent for such relationships - they would have to figure it out as they went along. For now though, the warmth of his fingers stroking her and the gentle suckling of his lips on a taut nipple was enough. Here she could relax the rigid self-control that she exercised in every other aspect of her life.

As his hands and lips continued to move on her body she could feel the heat and wetness building between her thighs, and when he finally moved to taste her she rose against him, back arching and crying out gladly as she came. Max was just warming up though. Rolling her over, face down on the bed he pulled her backwards until she was perched, belly-down, on the edge of the bed. Sliding onto the floor behind her he paused briefly, admiring the picture she made.

"Now THIS is what I call a room with a view", she heard him say before diving face-first into her pussy, spread open before him. 

Licking and sucking he tongued her outer lips free of her accumulated nectar, tongue fucking her in search of more of the delicious nectar. Nose pressed against her he inhaled happily, loving the hot, musky smell of her arousal. Her open sex pulsed wetly in front of him, lips blushing increasingly darker colors of rose as her rut increased, a single drop of moisture clung to the nearly hidden pearl that he knew was the true center of her delight. Suckling it like a teat he heard the muffled cries of her pleasure and felt the wet spasm of her orgasm against his face. Unable to resist the need to bury himself in that wet heat any longer he rose, pulling her hips up with him, pausing only for one brief tonguing of the tight rosebud of her anus. He felt her spasm again at the sensation and he tucked the knowledge away for further investigation at a later date. 

Stroking her cleft once or twice with his rigidly aching cock he rubbed the wetness over the head, reaching for her hips even as she stretched eager hands back, between her legs, to open herself and guide him in. Without thought he buried himself to the hilt in her, thinking briefly that steam ought to be rising from something as hot and wet as her cunt below him.

This was no longer the gentle, wakening that he had started with, she thought as she reared back against him, hearing the wet slap of their bodies coming together. Like the great elk, she thought....no....bears. From the color of his hair to the light fur of his chest, he was like a boar black bear - and she was his sow she thought happily, giving herself over to her rising passion.

"Weda'," was the cry that echoed through the room as she came again, muscles spasming tightly around Max's cock - pushing him past the breaking point so that with one last wordless cry of his own he surged against her, emptying his aching balls deep within her. Max collapsed onto his side, pulling her against him, his shaft still buried between her thighs, kissing her tenderly along one shoulder. 

She began to chuckle happily, soon reaching the point where she was laughing helplessly, gasping for air. Max wasn't sure if he should feel insulted or not but her laughter was, as always, infectious. He felt his shrunken member slithering from inside her as he too began to chuckle, finally breaking down and asking -

"Are you going to share what's so funny, or just leave me 'in suspenders'?" he joked.

Pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes to stop her tears of laughter she explained -

"I was just wondering how many women would be grateful if their day started with getting a cup of coffee in bed?"

"Well, if you'd prefer coffee...." 

Max began, when the sound of pounding feet, approaching outside the bedroom door stopped him. The door rattled on it's hinges with each knock from her son Clayton's heavy fist.

"Hey! You in there! Gonna sleep all day? Surf's UP for cryin' out loud!"

The solid "whap" of Alli's pillow hitting the door was clearly audible as she said, "The SUN is barely friggin' up, "Young Buck"! And ain't nobody SLEEPIN' in here anyway!"

Max shook his head, wondering if he would ever get used to having Clayton around on weekends and classbreaks. It wasn't just the fact of his presence - or the fact that Clayton, at 20 years old, was nearly his own age although several inches taller and pounds heavier - it was more the inexplicable nature of their relationship. For example, he couldn't even begin to conceive of having had the recent exchange with his own mother - but Clayton had gone pounding back down the hall, laughing loudly and saying something in a language Max assumed was Shoshone, and also assumed from the tone of Alli's response in the same language, had been anything but complimentary. But he had learned during the preceding weeks, as long as one or both were laughing, the likelihood of a serious disagreement was slight.

He continued to muse absently while making the bed, as Alli headed off to brush hair and teeth, that at least some of the reason for mother and son's close relationship was due to Alli's young age when she had the boy. Personally he couldn't really imagine being a father at this point in his life, although it would have been fun to watch Allison swell with a baby he'd planted in her. Sighing heavily for a moment with the realization that could never happen now - she'd been so young to have any further opportunities for children taken from her. He recalled bitterly the story she'd told him, soon after they'd met, when he wondered about the issue of birth control - or her failure to use a condom with him - she'd laughed and said, "Don't you remember, when you came in the E.R. and we took your blood - one of the tests we ran was a preliminary HIV screen." 

As his eyes narrowed thoughtfully, remembering that day, she smiled and said -

"Baby, I knew YOU were negative before I ever laid an ungloved hand on you....and I also knew I couldn't GIVE you anything since I've always tested negative - and my exposure rate has been, shall we say, less than "spectacular"..."

"Ok", he said. "But what about..."

"Birth control?", she asked, and at his nod, continued -

"I was pregnant with Clayton, my son - near term - over seven months and big with him. His father was a drunk - like so many of the men, once they graduate from high school. There's no money to send them on to college and no grants unless their grades are good and they have strong recommendations from the Elders, among others. Can join the military", she shrugged, "but that doesn't suit most of them - they're young - they don't like being told what to do... Anyway, he got drunk one night - we'd been fighting and he tore me up pretty good to start with, but we were out on the back roads, nighttime - there was an accident - car was totaled. Clayton's dad died - Clayton almost did - he was born that night... I made it okay, but Max, I'll never have children again - if that's something you want..." she trailed off....

"Then I'd have picked a 20 year old woman to start with!" He said adamantly before taking her to bed and attempting once again to prove his love to her...

Alli emerged from the bathroom, skin rosy and glowing, fresh from her shower while Max was continuing to dally. Wrapping her arms around him from behind she hugged him close, enjoying his obvious pleasure at the skin-to-skin contact with her as he nestled his head back between her breasts. She could tell, for instance, from the way his penis was beginning to stir and fill, in his lap, that his mind was not entirely on surfing this morning, but when she asked if he wanted to stay home and "waste the day" he'd replied with a hearty "No WAY!" and a swat to her ass that left her tingling lustfully, as much as it smarted.

# # # # #

On arrival at the beach Max and Clayton had headed out for deeper water with their boards immediately, wanting to catch the last of some storm related 'snappers', while Allison headed straight for an open sunny spot, ostensibly to watch her men but mostly, Max knew, to lay back and enjoy the rays beating down on her. He still felt pretty stoked this morning, despite some dude yelling to tell them the news about Andy Irons passing, and he was enjoying that zen-like feeling when everything seems to come together. 

He came back to himself some time later, muscles limp with exhaustion and an incipient headache from hunger and dehydration. As he headed to shore he thought, not for the first time, how strange it was to spend the morning surrounded by water and wind up dehydrated. Collapsing on the hot sand next to Alli he accepted the large bowl of mixed fruit salad, knowing now it was the best start to putting himself back together. Later, he hoped, there would be some of her fabulous curried chicken salad, made with fruit, and nuts. The taste was terrific but the balance of carbs and proteins seemed to provide him with a "second wind" of energy and stamina. Maybe she'd pull some potato salad or pasta salad out of the cooler too. He knew she loved to cook but didn't often have the time, or an appreciative "audience" for her endeavors. He also knew, he thought drowsily, whatever it was would be good. It was his last conscious thought for a while.

Brushing the hair back from his forehead, Alli smiled, thinking how very young he looked, when he relaxed in his sleep. She enjoyed watching him sleep for all that it sometimes made her feel like a cradle robber. She'd resisted his importunities to turn them into full-time, permanent room-mates, although he spent so much time at her place it seemed foolish to keep paying rent on his apartment as well. And she'd noticed that "magically" somehow, more and more of his clothes and possessions seemed to be showing up among hers. She knew it was, quite simply, fear, that kept her from saying yes to his pleading. 

Continuing to watch the waves stroke the shoreline, while keeping one hand on Max's chest - to maintain body contact, and because truth be told, she enjoyed feeling the soft rise and fall of his sleeping breath as much as he did hers. It wasn't by accident when they fell asleep at night, comma-curled around each other, that he frequently wrapped an arm around her, cupping her nearer tit warmly throughout the night. She let her mind drift with the waves - reminding herself what her life was like before Max arrived on the scene. It had felt full enough, busy enough - but looking back with a pang, she knew now it had been increasingly empty with Clayton away at school much of the time. She contemplated the years ahead - knowing Max knew how she felt about the subject of marriage, and that he'd never ask her, but understanding at the same time how deeply he desired a commitment with her. She knew that ultimately she would have to face the choice of making a full commitment to Max and a relationship...a lifetime with him - or she would have to walk away.... 

Wiping a surreptitious tear she realized she couldn't do it - couldn't walk away. He'd become too much a part of her life and her thoughts - and glancing down at his sleeping form again she admitted to herself, for better or worse, she loved him. The passion they shared was a wonderful reflection of that love....she smiled ruefully, that mutual love. Pulling her knees to her chin she stared out to sea thoughtfully until Max woke....

# # # # #

Later, after Max woke and ate she had surprised him by asking him to take her out with him for the next set. Startled, Clayton had choked down a mouthful of food before asking -

"What am I, chopped liver? You never asked me to take you out surfing? Don't you trust me to take care of you Ma?"

"Dude!" Max's eyes sparkled and danced, "You don't HONESTLY mean to tell me you think she wants to go out to learn to surf do you?"

He had to pound on Allison's back for several minutes while she tried to cough up the food she'd aspirated - trying to swallow and laugh at the same time. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks while Clayton stood poised to run for the nearest lifeguard if the situation didn't improve. Finally she was able to freely inhale and both men were astonished by her hoots of laughter. Grabbing Max by the ears, she pulled his face close enough to kiss, saying -

"Lord, I love you Max!" Laughing again at the startled delight in his eyes, she continued, "You know me so friggin' well! And you still love me! Go figure!"

He was still grinning as they paddled out to sea. Alli was belly-down, forward on the board, while Max knelt behind her, nestled between her thighs, his more powerful arm and shoulder muscles driving them forward while she tried to help, but mostly trying to stay out of his way. Occasionally as he bent forward she could feel the featherweight of his kiss just above the edge of her suit on her spine and she could feel the waves of contentment radiating from him.

When they reached a distance from the shore that Max thought might offer them some measure of privacy, versus the crowd of surfers and their groupies on the beach, he deftly turned the board, sitting back on his heels and admiring the rise and slope of Alli's ass in front of him. He'd been half-erect just paddling out, the warm smell of her sex rising around him like incense. He bent to her again, nuzzling her backside and inhaling deeply and happily. She tried to turn toward him but the board tipped, threatening to dump both of them into the water, and smiling to himself again he told her -

"Sweetie, you're just going to have to hold on and lie still for now so you don't swamp us."

Thinking to himself that he was never going to have a more perfect opportunity to check some things out, he peeled her suit to one side, revealing not only the closely folded furls of her cunt, but also the sweet, compelling rosebud of her anus. Wetting his fingers in the seawater he stroked her gently, front to back, loving the sounds of arousal she began making as the lips of her cunt began to swell and moisten under his touch. The board took several sudden dips as she tried again to shift her weight and he reminded her again -

"Just lie still Allison, let me do all the work this time."

Stroking her more firmly, he slid two fingers just into the mouth of her vagina. She was already hot and wet and he wished for a moment that the circumstances would allow him to eat her out - she had the sweetest cunt and she was so responsive to him. He loved the taste of her and he loved the way she would grind herself against his mouth and face as her excitement built, and the spasming of her muscles as she climaxed - tightening around his cock, fingers or tongue in involuntary seizures. As if his thoughts had caused it, he felt the onset of her first orgasm and renewed his efforts stroking firmly against the roof of her channel with index and middle finger while his thumb rubbed firmly against her clit. 

She was trying so hard to remain still on the board but the urge to thrust against Max's hand was becoming maddeningly imperative. Just when she thought they would have to wind up in the water because she needed to buck and writhe and maybe even scream....just as she thought she was going to lose her mind, Max bent forward and glued his lips around her anus, his pointed tongue piercing her to the core. She did scream then as she came, she thought later, but fortunately her only movement was to levitate straight up against his mouth, so although the board dipped sharply again they remained balanced on top.

She stilled again as his lips continued to tease and torment her, with the added torment of the teasing of his fingertips, pressing against her anus as well. She gasped when Max slid the first finger completely into her. He stilled and asked if it hurt, if she wanted him to stop but she shook her head forcefully -

"NO! Don't stop..."

He was hard as a rock and throbbing now. Good thing he'd left his wetsuit in the car this time he thought - probably would've broken his dick in half - he grinned to himself and slid the second finger into her ass - the other hand, fingers in her cunt and thumb on her throbbing clit were providing stability now for the fingers driving into her ass. He feathered his thumb against her clit once, and again and winced from the speed of her orgasm and the tightness of the muscles clamping around his fingers.

Sliding forward now, balancing carefully still he slid his trunks down far enough to allow him to ease his penis up and out. He was oozing pre-cum and using the cum-wet fingers he'd had inside Alli, he smeared the moisture around the head, praying it would be enough. Sliding the head into her he paused briefly to allow both of them time to adapt - Alli to stretch and him because she was quite snug. In response to his whispered question of whether or not she was okay and wanted him to continue she nodded vigorously again and he slid forward, deeper into her, allowing the motion of the waves to rock them together now. 

The clamp of her anal ring milking him, the motion of the waves, and the knowledge that they were not, in fact, entirely alone or out of sight of others if anyone wanted to observe them was helping to send him over the edge very quickly but he wanted Alli to enjoy herself too. He was puzzling over how to reach for her clit again, now that they needed the extra stability and balance when he heard her moaning hiss. The rising sound was a sure indication of her level of arousal and as he inched forward, rocking a little deeper insider her he felt the first tremors of her orgasm in the muscles around him. As the hot, wet velvet tunnel of her ass tightened around him, he heard her say -

"Cum inside me Max. Fill me up baby....Cum with me nnnnnnoooooowwwww!!!"

And he did, cutting loose and pumping her ass full of thick jets of his cum.

# # # # #

Later that evening, in the shower, letting the hot soapy water run down her back and ease the ache in her ass, she let Max soap and rinse her - delighting both in the attention and in the thoughtful care he gave her. Parting her legs to allow Max to "check and make sure all the soap was rinsed off" she had one hand on the shower door for balance, the other on the back of his head, pressing him closer to her groin as he licked and suckled her sex. 




Think About Icebergs: That Weekend



"So Max" she started, as his eyes opened, looking up at her over the rise of her belly and the splash of the shower, "Clayton and I usually go home for the big powwows of the summer - Crow Fair in August is pretty important. Do you think you can be moved in completely in time to go along next summer?"

And his eyes lit up as his tongue danced against her........



Think About Icebergs: Their New Life



Max pulled into the gravel drive, a long rooster tail of dust hanging in the hot, still air of the gravel road behind him. The county had re-graded and spread fresh rock not long ago and everyone living outside town had appreciated their effort. There were also not a few incidental grumbles caused by the increased amount of orange dust clogging throats, dirtying homes and causing freshly washed laundry hanging on lines to be taken in at night dirtier than it had been before washing. He didn't mind the dirt much himself but he knew it was the current bane of Alli's existence. Grinning to himself he thought better the dirt than him!

She had been working hard for weeks now - expanding the garden with what late crops might still grow - cooking and canning as much as possible to ensure an adequate food supply for the three of them over the coming winter. As much meat and fish as could be crammed into the old chest freezer had been but he'd been warned that electricity was sometimes unreliable during the heavy winter snowstorms. He'd gotten the necessary licenses and, with the help and advice of some of Clayton's friends, he'd started looking at guns, but it was his boss who found him the widow selling her things to move South and live with her children. Part of her sale had included a padlocked trunk of her late husband's "huntin' t'ings". She'd asked them how much they'd give to take it away and his boss Hal's suspicions had been aroused when she happily took their first offer of $300. 

Hal had told him he'd go halves on the expense if it turned out to be nothing but had added that her husband had been a long-time hunter and fisherman, making sure their family and friends had never gone hungry. They'd both gone into a little shock at finding the well stocked little trunk contained not only blaze orange vest and cap, along with a heavy camo jacket, ammunition, various scents and calls, and nestled on top the old hunter's Remington 700 and a pretty little .22 rifle. Stunned, Max had insisted on going back and giving the widow more money the next day, telling her they were just what he needed and that he couldn't pay her the full value for the guns because...well, he just didn't have the cash right now, but... The smiling little woman had just tucked the money back in his shirt pocket, kissing him shyly on the cheek while telling him how happy her husband would be knowing that someone had the guns who was going to use them. 

Hoping the old man was watching from 'the beyond' he sketched a jaunty salute as he pulled the .22 off the truck's gun rack to clean it - unsurprised to hear the skree of a hunting hawk from beyond the tree-line. He knew Alli's Granny considered all of the raptors to be 'Big Medicine', but that she seemed to have a special love for the big red-tail hawks and felt they brought her messages from the 'spirit world'. He was getting used to hearing 'hawk he say' or 'hawk she say' any time he and Alli disagreed or were in a quandary of decision making. Right now he expected Granny would tell him 'hawk he say you welcome'. Pulling the brace of rabbits from the truck bed he headed for the back side of the house, knowing if he dripped blood on any floor but the kitchen he'd face BOTH Alli and her Granny's wrath. 

As he entered the house a wave of pungent, plant smelling steam rolled out the door around him, momentarily fogging his glasses.

"Smells good!" He called, "What's cookin'?"

Alli smiled that face transfiguring smile that seemed to have the power to make his heart skip beats, as she replied, "Skin cream! Want some?"

Laughing as he shook his head and backed away from her offered spoon he still managed to slide next to her and steal a kiss, murmuring, "I was wrong, it's not the skin cream - it's YOU that smells so good!"

She giggled as he nibbled her ear lobe and neck but he noted the prominent points her nipples were making under her shirt. Rubbing his semi-erect penis against her hip he said -

"Hold that thought, okay? You need to finish that I expect," at her nod he continued, "and I need to clean these." 

Holding the bunnies a little higher brought them into her field of vision, and Granny Merry's as well. The tiny older woman clapped her hands happily as she bustled to fill a pan with cool water.

"Max go clean gun!" she commanded. "Granny take care daa'bu."

She headed out the back door with the tub of water, coming back for the rabbits and a small, wickedly sharp knife.

"Any idea what she's saving all the rabbit skins for?" he asked in some amusement.

"Our baby." Alli answered off-handedly. 

Startled Max dropped the rod he was preparing for use in cleaning and oiling the light rifle. 

Stammering he said, "Alli? I thought you couldn't...we couldn't..."

"We CAN'T," she answered with some heat. "And don't think I haven't reminded her of that on multiple occasions, but all she says is 'hawk he say you get girl baby'...and then she cackles and shakes her finger and says 'better get ready you betcha'."

Shaking her head she added, "Like I don't have enough on my plate right now without having a baby too!"

Looking around at the small house, Max thought that wasn't the least of their problems but considering the look on Alli's face decided discretion might be his best strategy. Nodding noncomittally he agreed, "That's true honey, I don't know how you could possibly take care of a baby in addition to everything you do already."

A hot flame leaped in the far recesses of her eyes as she turned, "I suppose that means that IF somehow we DID manage to have a baby that YOU wouldn't be helping out?" 

Fortunately he didn't have to think about the answer to this. Putting down the gun and cleaning rod he got to his feet, moving carefully toward Alli, making certain to avoid the big wooden spoon she was waving at him threateningly. Sliding his arms around her and kissing her softly he assured her, "Of course I would Alli. If we were ever fortunate enough to have a baby I can't think of anything more rewarding that I could do than to help you raise her....or him."

As her eyes brimmed with sudden tears he smiled through his beard, sliding out of arms' reach before adding, "Besides, I'd hate to think I wasted all those Red Cross Babysitting Classes."

"OH YOUUUU......"

Granny coming back in the kitchen with the denuded rabbits interrupted Alli chasing Max through the small house. He was in good enough physical condition now to be able to keep well in the lead leaping smaller obstacles in his way and rolling easily across Granny's bed to be able to make a nearly full circuit. Alli had turned back at one door into her Grandmother's room, doubling back through the narrow hall past the bathroom and cutting him off again with an exultant whoop at the door of the kitchen. 

Granny tsked and took the wooden spoon from her hand before she could brain Max with it, using it to stir the merrily boiling pot, all the while muttering about "Wil' Injuns in dis house, t'ink dey too big for WHIPPIN'S!" Then she smiled, her face creasing into a million folds and Max recognized where Alli's beautiful smile had originated. It was hard to imagine the diminutive grandmother, toothless as a baby now, as someone who was once as stunning and beautiful as his Alli was now, but their smiles were the same...well, except for dentition he thought. 

He grinned back at the old woman, settling once more to clean his gun thinking how, in some ways, they could easily be living a hundred years ago. Until Alli's cell phone shrilled and broke that particular fantasy. Whoever was calling was family....or Shoshone at least, he qualified, as she answered the phone with "Haa'" - that was the last word he recognized however as the remaining conversation was much too fast for his limited vocabulary to follow. Alli wasn't happy though, he could tell that much - but the way she kept looking at him as she argued vociferously with whoever was on the phone had his antennae vibrating. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Two short fast weeks later they were packing up into the hills, all of them on horseback, several extra horses in the string in case of emergencies, three packed high with supplies and medicines. Alli's cousin Ray was riding lead, Alli rode in the middle most often or back with Max but frequently would ride off in search of some plant one of the elders had taught her about that didn't grow at lower altitudes. Two more of her male cousins also rode along 'in case of emergencies'. All of them packing, including Alli. He'd been surprised when she'd insisted that he carry the Remington and that she would take the .22 but when he expressed doubts had marched him outside, quickly loading the lightweight little gun and closing one eye (despite his protests) she had proceeded to knock six of seven tin cans clean off the fence. Actually it gave him significant relief to know that she could shoot a gun.....whether or not she WOULD shoot if circumstances required it at any point remained to be seen.

The elders wanted her to make calls on some of the outlying tribal members before bad weather set in and made it impossible for them to get in or out. Some required some medications and treatments that she knew about and carried with her. Others would likely be a complete surprise and she hoped she was prepared for whatever circumstances she might find. She had tried to argue for using their trucks but the old Medicine Chief had surprisingly put his foot down, giving no reason. Max surprisingly supported that decision arguing that although they could possibly carry enough gas along with them to shorten the trip that if anything worse than a flat tire happened the whole trip could be at risk, and without knowing what roads or trails were available he was afraid of them getting in somewhere that they couldn't get out of. Riding, especially with her cousins along, gave them the best chances of getting in and out....and secondarily gave him a chance to look at some of the countryside hoping to find an appropriate site to build a home for the two of them. 

As dusk approached each night Ray or one of Alli's cousins would ride ahead looking for a place to settle for the night - ideally some place flat and fairly level with water and grazing. From there everyone seemed to break off into well-defined roles and previously understood chores. Alli would usually set about hauling firewood while Max dug a shallow fire pit and tried to find rock to line it with. Once she arrived with the first armful of kindling, dried grass and weeds and smaller branches he would let her take over starting the fire while he went to gather larger, heavier dead-falls of wood, breaking it up when possible, dragging it back to the campsite for chopping later if needed. Each rider assumed responsibility for unsaddling and rubbing down their own horse, taking them down for water before leading them back out to the grass and loose hobbling them. Max and Alli would unload the pack horses and rub them down with twists of grass before watering and hobbling them. 

One of the five would then start cooking, most often Alli, but on occasion one of the cousins would make a meal. More often a breakfast but Max was surprised at them cooking at all. He realized however he had made an assumption based on watching old western movies growing up, not from personally knowing any indigenous people before Alli. 

As their altitude increased so did the cold. Ice formed on creek edges every night and on the water bags and even canteens if not left close to the fire or taken to bed with one at night. While rolling over on a cold canteen was an unthinkable shock to the system while sleeping, an even worse shock was trying to get a drink of water and finding your canteen frozen solid. But surprisingly the snow continued to hold off, and the days were uncharacteristically 'warm' - at least by comparison with normal winters he'd heard of from the locals. 

They reached a point where cell phones stopped working being out of reach of any towers and he felt momentarily bereft. In all of his memory he'd never NOT had a cell phone - or lived anywhere that a cell phone wouldn't work. When he noticed it he brought it to Alli's attention immediately - only to have her shrug and keep riding, without even trying her own phone for a signal. It was, he thought, one of the few points in their relationship when their age and race discrepancy truly made a difference.

Following what, in many cases, seemed no better than a game trail brought them to one and then another of the outlying farms where they were greeted happily for the medicines and supplies they brought - but even more for the gossip and news of the outside world they brought. Max was invariably made welcome, coming as he did, as part of a tribal envoy but his Shoshone was getting good enough to be able to pick up when the talk around the fire at night turned to the white man in their midst and what he was doing there. Max frequently excused himself at that point to go outside 'and check the horses' - allowing the talk to proceed where it would and Alli to explain if she felt it necessary.

Their culture required a mutual exchange of gifts of equal or greater value and they received supplies to match those they left behind - woven trade blankets - pottery, jewelry and other artistic creations - two young geldings to add to their string and a very young, furry puppy that Max privately thought might be part wolf, but was promptly named 'Bear' - both for his fur and the size of his paws but also for his voracious appetite. They reached the highest and furthest farm and were working their way back now, slowly descending along other trails.

A mild snow storm caught them still on the trails and Ray and the cousins headed for a series of old cliff caves they used when hunting. On arriving Max found the caves to be well-stocked against emergencies such as these with bundles of firewood and of dried grasses for the horses, airtight containers of dried beans and lentils, jerky, and other provender meant that they could weather out a bigger storm than this one looked to be - when the next morning dawned clear and warming and the musical sound of dripping, melting snow could be heard all over the mountain he and the cousins started working to replenish the stored supplies of firewood and dried grass, while Alli and her cousin Ray rode off alone to visit this last farm together. Max felt decidedly odd watching Alli ride away without him - it would be the first time in weeks that they would be apart and he'd grown accustomed to her constant presence.

As the day wore on and Alli and Ray didn't return Max's feelings of instability and oddness increased. He realized they hadn't spent a night apart since they moved in together and he found himself pacing the confines of their small camp - dashing outside every time he heard a bird call or an unfamiliar noise that might have been Ray and Alli returning. At first her cousins teased him but as the hours passed and night fell Max could tell that their anxiety was increasing too. Bear refused to settle down to sleep without the warm comfort of Alli's body on the other side of the sleeping bag and Max too had difficulty sleeping without his partner there.

As their third day in the cave began the steady clop of hooves could be heard echoing across the hillside and Bear yipped happily when he caught scents that he recognized. Ray came riding into camp first, shouting for Douglas who came running. A rapid exchange in Shoshone followed while Max grew more and more alarmed. Douglas ran for his horse, saddling the pinto gelding rapidly. At Ray's additional comment Douglas grabbed two more of the horses from the string and rode off back the way they'd come two days ago. The only thing that kept Max from bodily attacking Ray at this point was the clip clopping sound of another horse coming toward them.

When Alli rode around the bend in the trail Max thought she had never looked more beautiful.....he realized as she rode closer that she'd also never looked more tired.....older, and more nearly her age. Not that she WAS old, he amended. Barely turned 46 the beautiful Shoshone woman had always seemed younger than springtime to him. Now however she huddled in the saddle, wrapped in a couple of the trade blankets they'd taken for supplies, another wrapped around something in her arms. He couldn't tell what it was but hoped it was another puppy for the rambunctious Bear to play with - his boots and toes had been suffering from the puppy's need to chew and a playmate to chew on would be perfect. 

As he walked toward Alli's horse a smile on his face Ray stopped him, "Don't ask her no questions. I'll tell you everything but she needs to sleep now."

If it hadn't been for his woman's obvious exhaustion the intrusion would have angered him....and then he realized how unlikely such an intrusion was in their society. Had never happened before during their weeks of travel...or before that. Granny was a law unto herself and interfered between them when and how she pleased. but they lived under her roof as well - he had never seen the old woman resort to such behavior when others were around - or even when other family members quarreled or fussed with each other...often times just turning her back to busy herself doing something else, or leaving the room. Nodding his head curtly he accepted the other man's remonstrance, simply going to Alli's horse prepared to help her dismount.

Alli smiled at him - a tired smile but one that belied the dark circles under her eyes - and handed down the bundle in her arms. At the movement a thin, exhausted sounding wail rose from the midst of the folded blanket and Max realized he wasn't holding a puppy. Startled he looked up at Alli who shrugged and quoted, "Hawk, he say...."

Ray came bustling up taking the bundle from Max's arms and turning it around, looking at him reproachfully, "You're holding her upside-down!"

Max was still making faces rather like a fish out of water turning from Alli to Ray and back again, "Hawk........she? Alli, that's a baby! A baby girl?"

Ray grinned at his cousin, "Got a real flair for the obvious don't he?"

She reached from the blankets to half-heartedly punch the older man's shoulder, "Don't be dissing my man, Cuz'!" Adding with a yawn, "Here, give her to me, I gotta get a little sleep."

Kissing Max a warm but too brief kiss she took the baby, heading into the cave, "Wake me in an hour, okay?" Not waiting for a response she disappeared inside, the sound of the baby's cries dying off fretfully, and Max turned to Ray. "Okay, your turn now. What happened out there?"

Ray nodded, suddenly looking nearly as tired as Alli had, but as they unsaddled, watered and groomed the two horses and moved to the fireside Ray told him the tale and Max was rather astonished at just how much had taken place in the time they had been gone - a time period that now seemed all too short....

Alli and Ray had ridden out to a small sheep holding finding it run down and in a decrepit state. As they rode up they thought perhaps that the owners might have died or moved away but a sudden bleating from behind a shed led to a discovery of several sheep still fenced in pens and a slurred voice from the house had called out wanting to know who was there. Ray had replied that he was bringing supplies and the nurse, and unlimbered his rifle, setting the butt on his thigh and keeping his free hand near the trigger action where the gun was in plain view. The male voice from the house had roared with laughter and invited them up to the house. 

They'd discovered the house was as run-down inside as it was outside with a gray-haired, slatternly old woman, shuffling around in a filthy dress and slippers while her son, a greasy looking middle-aged man in a gray wife-beater and stained jeans sat at a table and poured himself a drink of Wild Turkey. Ray's nostrils had flared at the smell of human waste and garbage that assaulted them before they even crossed the threshold but Alli's face had just looked pinched he reported. Looking around the small room she'd asked, "Where is she?" and the older man had mumbled something about 'lazy bitch won't get up' and still being in bed. Alli's eyebrow had gone up at that - she was scheduled to check on the man's much younger wife and bring her prenatal vitamins. Nodding to Ray she had grabbed her saddle bag and headed to where a draped blanket covered a doorway.




Think About Icebergs: Their New Life



Ray had to take her word for what she'd found in the small, dark bedroom while he stood guard in the main room. Going into the darkened bedroom she'd heard movement and the squeak of bed springs - a quiet moaning. Hurrying back into the main room she'd demanded a candle or lantern, the old woman had said something about it 'not helping her none' but handed over a lamp and extension cord. Ray held the 'blanket' to one side so Alli could find the outlet in the room, plugging in the lamp and revealing the body of the young woman laying in the bed. She'd been beaten badly and seemed only semi-conscious, the reek of alcohol growing stronger the closer she got to the bed. She was also hugely pregnant and from a cursory examination, appeared to be in advanced labor. 

The facts of her pregnancy and her beating stirred an age old, blinding rage in Alli, but gritting her teeth she knew she needed to concentrate on mother and baby for now. Heading back into the main room she took the rifle from Ray's hands, telling him quickly what she needed from the supplies. Turning back to the inhabitants she'd asked which had beaten the girl and, as she'd assumed, the man grinned a foolish drunken grin of pride, claiming again that 'the lazy bitch wouldn't get up and fix him no breakfast'. 

"That's because she's in labor you stupid FUCK!"

Ray heard that, and the sound of his gun butt hitting something solid - he assumed it was the man's head until his howls of pain and rage filled the room spilling outside, "You BROKE my fucking HAND!"

Ray was back inside in a flash, handing off the supplies to Alli and passing her his big bowie knife, taking the gun back from her he'd looked levelly at the older man, stating, "Lucky it wasn't me. I'd have gutted you. Now siddown and shut up!" Watching the other narrowly as he sat down, nursing the bottle of Wild Turkey carefully while the old woman wrapped his hand in some dingy rags.

Alli, meanwhile, had a serious struggle on her hands. The baby was a breach presentation and the mother was young, narrow in the hips and only semi-conscious from the beating and from alcohol intoxication. Whether she drank voluntarily or whether the alcohol had been forced on her was impossible to tell, but either way, it did not help matters any. It took several hours of exhausting struggle before the baby arrived in a rush of blood impossible to staunch, and for several moments Alli worried she might lose both mother and her infant daughter. In the end however, the baby survived, wailing lustily and searching against Alli's shirtfront for the sustenance and comfort she instinctively knew resided therein. Examining the baby carefully in the light from the lamp Alli found signs of fetal alcohol syndrome. Impossible for her to tell, under the circumstances just how severe the baby's problems might be, the clearest sign at this point being the flattened philtrum, but looking at the flattened groove in the middle of the little one's upper lip Alli was afraid of what her life might be like here in this house with these people.

Wrapping the tiny body in as clean a Tshirt as she could find, folding another around her narrow little bottom and bundling the baby girl into a towel she went back into the main room. Sitting at the table in exhaustion she explained about the infant's birth and her mother's death. The man snorted and muttered about, "another useless female mouth to feed", and Alli went on to explain that the state and the tribe would provide benefits for the little one due to her expected impairments and listed the possibilities starting with mental retardation, deafness and naming all those she could recall. The more she spoke the more the man's muttering and complaining increased until, Ray explained, it was impossible to ignore any longer. Alli finally asked him outright, 'I take it you do not want your daughter', and sat impassive through the vituperative spew that flew from the other's mouth. She asked him again, and a third time, finally telling the old man and his mother that she would take the baby but that they both had to make their marks on the paper she gave them, giving up all their rights to the child and to any benefits that would accrue to her. 

Ray had found a ewe with a full bag in the sheep pen and milked her (much to both their distress and Alli's tired laughter) for the baby but they were running out of the milk, despite having ridden all night to get back to camp. Douglas had been sent back to the last farm in hopes of trading a horse or two for some nanny goats - an unfair trade they all acknowledged but it was necessary until Alli's milk came in.

Max sat during the telling of the story, stunned and silent at the nightmare Alli had faced with such strength - but when Ray said THAT his jaw fell open again.

"But.....She didn't.....I mean.....How can she......"

Ray shrugged, "I dunno. There's old stories about it happening with old grannies and aunties when the need was there, but I thought they were old wives' tales. But she's the nurse and she says it's possible..."

Glancing at the sky and the distance of the sun above the horizon he added, "Time to wake her though. You go ahead, I'm gonna see if I can't circle out and find Johnny."

Heading into the shallow cave Max found Alli already awake, her shirt open and the baby angrily sucking at one of her fat brown nipples. Bending to kiss her he was reassured by the way her lips clung to his that she'd gotten some rest and was feeling at least slightly better. 

"How's the baby?"

"Hungry more than anything, at least as far as I can tell right now.... Max......baby you don't mind do you?"

"Alli! From what Ray told me you could hardly have done anything else...."

"I....to be honest, I was afraid they were going to expose her. It doesn't happen often and no one ever admits to it or talks about it, but there HAVE been some suspicious deaths over the years, especially during the winters....." She trailed off, as though troubled, even to have to admit this to him.

Sitting next to her and folding back the blanket from the baby's face he was startled to see what a full head of black hair she had.

"So," he began. "we can't keep calling her 'she' and 'her'......she needs a name."

"I know, baby. I just haven't had time to think about it yet."

"And you're fairly certain that the Elders will let us keep her?"

He stroked the baby's tiny hand where the fist was pressed tight to Ally's breast and to his surprise her hand opened and the little fingers clung to his larger one - like a bird sitting on his finger he thought - only with a surprisingly firm grip. Alli nodded in response to his question.

"Once I tell them the story, yes....."

Looking at Ally with, he knew, a rather broad, silly smile on his face, he said, "Then her name is Raven.......Raven Roberts!"

(To be continued.....)



Think About Icebergs: Their Summer



Episode 1

They were soaking companionably in a small, secluded hot spring, south of Big Jimmy Creek off Sheepskin Road. Max thought he'd never felt so totally relaxed and at ease in his life. The sky held a thick blanket of stars above them. He'd never seen anything quite like it before - certainly not in the cities where he'd spent his life until now. Glancing across at Alli he realized she was subtly different too - the furrow of "worry lines" she usually carried between her brows was gone and there was a barely noticeable smile playing around her lips. She was laying back with her eyes closed, her hair loose and flowing in the water, her puckered nipples barely breaking the surface. 

It had been a long couple of days - loading the car with every sort of household good HE could've thought of. Piles of blankets, stacks of cast iron skillets and dutch ovens, good knives and - most surprising to him, considering her views on alcoholism, and smoking, half a car load of whiskey in various size bottles, and tobacco - both cigarettes and tins and pouches of the stuff. He'd raised his eyebrows at Clayton as they started loading things into her GMC Jimmy but Clayton just shook his head and rolled his eyes meaningfully at his mother. Finally, when the only room left in the interior of the big truck was seating for three, Allison seemed - if not satisfied - at least resigned to her space limitations. Luggage for the trip was tied down tightly on top of the rig, covered with several layers of waterproof tarp, and tied down tightly again. Eying the end result Clayton had risked his mother's raised eyebrow and potential wrath to stage whisper -

"All we need now is Granny in a rocking chair on top to REALLY look like the Beverly Hillbillies!"

Max had grinned back at the young Indian and started to laugh until he'd seen the look in Alli's eyes. She was tired and short-tempered so he choked back his laughter and any potential questions until a more opportune time might present itself. He thought perhaps now might be that opportune time and he appreciated Clayton's thoughtfulness in leaving with some of his cousins and friends for a few days hunting, so that they might have time alone.

"Alli, sweetie?" When she opened her eyes and smiled at him he gathered his courage and asked, "What's with all the stuff? The blankets, and stuff - mostly the booze and tobacco? I mean, after what you told me about Clayton's dad...and being a nurse and all...I just don't get it."

She smiled at him then with full, dazzling effect - rolling in the water and moving next to him. The pool they were in sloped sharply but in the shallows, where they were laying, the water was comfortably warm - it got hotter as it got deeper - but for all that it was summer, the night air was cool outside the water and away from the fire. As her chest rolled out of the water he watched her nipples draw up into hard points and she pressed close to him rubbing the nubbins against him, making it hard to concentrate on her words.

" - hard to understand tribe mentality I know, baby - but you could have asked me anytime and I'd have tried to explain." She paused to wring the water from her hair - finger combing it and loosely braiding it while she pondered her next words. " See, even though I don't live ON the Res anymore - because I 'made it' and am pretty successful at what I do, I have a duty and responsibility to the rest of the tribe. Not that I'm a chief or anything so dramatic as that - just that I've had some success, and I have some skills and ability and...." 

She shook her head, unable momentarily to find words to relay feelings and emotions she had carried for a lifetime. 

"It's not just that I owe them - for helping to make it possible for me - for taking care of Clayton and me, when I couldn't do it myself yet... That's true enough, but it's not the whole story either - I...I.."

"Those who CAN - DO?" he asked solemnly, affected by her mood as much as her words.

"Exactly!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up and nipples crinkling hard again with excitement at his understanding. "As for the alcohol-most of that will, I think, wind up being poured onto the ground as a sort of offering....like the tobacco smoke. Most of that won't be smoked in its current form - some will maybe - but mostly it will be burned along with sweet sage, and maybe sweet grass, to make a purifying smoke - smudge...or as an offering to the Mukua - the Spirits."

She added thoughtfully, "Some of what's coming...well, I don't know that I can ever really explain." She gazed at him intently then, "But you seem to understand things so well sometimes, about me especially - I guess I'm hoping maybe I won't have to find English words."

He realized then, for the first time really, that despite her lack of an accent of any kind English was not the language of her birth. Smiling down at the woman in his arms he told her, "I tend to forget that English isn't your 'native tongue'."

Eyes twinkling she responded to the double entendre as he'd hoped, "Why don't you just lie back and look at the stars...and I'll give you a little sample of my 'native tongue'."

Grinning through his beard stubble he rolled, spread-eagle onto his back in the shallows at the water's edge. Her eyes crinkled with her laughter as she knelt to pounce on him. Shaking her head and still chuckling she leaned over, enjoying the vision of his cock beginning to stiffen and rise out of the surrounding water. 

"Eager, my love?" 

She smiled over her shoulder at him as she prepared to straddle him, the wet pink ruffles of her sex winking at him as she moved - helping to provide further stimulus to his arousal.

"Hell yeah!" He agreed happily. "Our last week or so....."

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I've been so tired and things have been....perfunctory"

He stroked her thigh until she looked back at him again -

"Alli - even perfunctory sex with you is amazing - better than with anyone else." He inhaled sharply as her mouth engulfed him, "Ahhhh, fuck!"

Alli, meanwhile settled happily to her "work". Inhaling deeply of the musky smell of Max's sex, and thinking briefly how much she loved the smell of the young man, she held his balls cupped firmly with one hand, the other wrapped around the base of his now steely rod. Lips wrapped around him warmly she sent her tongue, gliding and sliding over the head, running up and around the rim of the crown before pausing to suck and lick at the sensitive knot of tissue of the frenum. 

Hearing Max's groans of pleasure, along with the crackle of the logs on the fire and more distant calls of night birds and tree frogs, as well as smelling the increasingly strong scent of his arousal amid the other smells of the wilderness around them, was providing nearly overwhelming stimulus for her own arousal. Steam rising from the water around them warmed her skin almost as much as Max's mouth and hands moving on her did, while the cool zephyr of the night breeze seemed to heighten the sensitivity of her already aroused flesh. 

Sucking deeply she slid her mouth to the base of his cock, feeling the head of his penis at the back of her throat while he pulsed and throbbed, hot against her tongue and lips. Holding him firmly and running her thumb over the head now, she bent to suck first one, then the other testicle into her mouth, humming happily around the orbs, only to hear and feel Max's moans from his buried face. Stretching further, she didn't want Max to stop what he was doing after all, she stroked the perineal bridge, first with her tongue and then, unable to reach further, with a saliva moistened finger. Curiously, she circled the tight pucker of Max's anus with her fingertip as well, wondering if he would find it as pleasurable as she did. She was rewarded with an uncontrolled jump of his hips toward her and bent to engulf him wetly in her mouth again, while continuing the anal stimulation. 

His hips continued to twitch and rise while he tried to resist the urge to thrust deeply down her throat, letting her control the action. Meanwhile, with his own arms wrapped tightly around her hips and his face buried in her slit, he was enjoying the night, and his woman, as much as she was enjoying him. Stroking with his tongue he laved her from the hood of her clit to the rosebud of her anus. The heat rising from her sex was palpable while the perfume and taste of the sweet nectar flowing from her was, he thought, the best he'd ever found. He thought possibly that loving the woman might have something to do with his pleasure in her body - or perhaps it was the pleasure she took in his body - or maybe there was some truth to all the old saws about chemistry and pheromones - whatever the cause he knew that, while life with Alli would hold challenges in plenty it would never be boring or mundane and he wanted no other life, and no other woman.

Burying his nose in the crack of her ass he sent his tongue darting in and out of the open flower of her sex, enjoying her obvious pleasure as she lifted her pussy further in the air, grinding herself against the rough stubble on his chin and crying out as the spasms of her orgasm pulsed wet against his lips and face. Reaching with one hand he thumbed a turgid nipple that had been drilling into his belly for some time, demanding his attention, while beginning to finger-fuck her with the other hand. Sucking her clitoris into his mouth he alternately stroked and flicked it with his tongue delighting in how quickly she came again, internal tissues clamping warmly around his fingers.

Nearing the point of no return now he smacked her ass sharply, appreciating the self-control she exercised not to bite him. A muffled, interrogatory grunt signified her mouth still being full and he chuckled, planting a kiss on her open cunt and asshole before replying.

"Get UP, wench!"

Taking her mouth off his rigid prick and turning to arch an eyebrow at him, "Wench?" she said with some humor.

"Squaw!"

Cupping a hand firmly around his balls she repeated, "Squaw?"

Smacking her ass again and grinning at her he replied, "Cum slut!"

Nodding her head thoughtfully and trying not to laugh she let her fingers tighten slightly around his nuts.

"Cum slut...."

Laughing out loud now he added, "Sweet baby, love of my life?"

Leaping to her feet and shaking her braid back over her shoulder she laughed down at him, saying, "Where do you want me, sweet cakes?"

Momentarily unable to speak due to his own laughter he waved in the direction of the fire, watching her bound over and spread out on the zipped together sleeping bags. As he struggled to his feet, impeded both by laughter and his raging hard-on, he was shaking his head.

"Sweet cakes?"

"Oh yeah, baby!" She nodded happily, busily thumbing a nipple with the fingers of one hand while the other hand toyed lazily between her legs. "You definitely got some SWEEET baby cakes!"

"'BABY' cakes?" He asked as he stroked himself idly, watching her play.

Her own eyes narrowed, watching him. Bringing her fingers to her mouth she sucked on them briefly, wetting them as much as she was tasting, before dropping them back to her vulva. She watched his eyes follow the movements of her fingers, sliding them into her pussy and back out again, glistening with her juices. Judging his arousal from the heaviness of his breathing and the throbbing of the member between his legs, she did it again.

"'Baby' cakes?" he asked again thoughtfully.

Nodding her agreement, the point of her tongue just showing between her lips, she added, "SWEET baby cakes!"

Finally, unable to continue to resist either her cheerful good humor or her blatant sexuality, he dropped to his knees between her parted thighs. 

"How about sharing some of that?" 

"This?" she asked, holding her glistening fingers up and wiggling them in front of him.

"Uh huh!" He nodded, licking his lips.

Holding her fingers to his lips she let him lick them clean, before he cleared his throat and said, "Nice! But I was hoping for a little more straight from the source..."

"OHHH! Well, in that case," she flung her legs further apart, using both hands to spread her labia, "Please be my guest!"

Laughing out loud he slid forward, burying his face between her legs again replacing her fingers with his own. The roughness of his whiskers burned pleasantly against her already sensitive tissues and she came again, almost as soon as his tongue pierced her, flooding his mouth with her sweetness. Realizing he couldn't wait any longer, Max crouched over her, engulfing the nipple she offered up to him, as he slid home into the wet velvet sheath of her sex. 

"I can't..." he groaned.

Simultaneously she took his face in her hands, telling him earnestly, "Cum in me...NOW!"

Her legs lifted to lock him deeply within her as he began pumping her full of his hot jism. Feeling briefly as if his climax might be never-ending and that his spunk was being pumped from his fingers and toes, which had gone numb in the process, Max buried his face against Alli's neck, gasping for air.

"Geeee-zzuss FUCK!" she gasped, "If this keeps getting so much better every time we're going to have to start carrying a portable defibrillator with us!"

She felt him begin to shake within the circle of her arms and legs then, helpless with laughter, as she felt their mingled juices begin to ooze from her cunt. 

"Damn, Max - we left the towel by the springs - the sleeping bags are going to get soaked!" she cried in frustration.

Eyes twinkling lustfully at her again he replied, "Well, we can't have that now can we?"

"What..." she asked as he slid down her body. 

Watching her over the rise of her belly to see her reaction, Max opened his mouth against her, sucking and lapping the mixture of their cum from her. Screaming her pleasure to the night wind she came again, and again, muscle contractions forcing the creampie from her body. When Max finally rose again, face wet, she grabbed his ears, pulling him down in order to kiss him deeply and repeatedly, licking the last of the splooge from his face.

"Always wanted to do that," he grinned down at her.

Still gasping for air and shuddering with aftershocks she shook her head, unable to find words to describe the experience.

"All things considered," he continued, "I thought it turned out pretty well."

He laughed at her continuing speechless state, as her head bobbed her agreement.

"I sort of gather you may have enjoyed it a little?" 

He captured her hand before she could punch him, continuing to grin cockily at her, "A lot then?"

"GAWD!" she finally gasped, helpless in the throes of her continuing shudders.

Realizing that at least some of her problems were from being chilled in the cool night breeze, Max bundled her under cover, cradling her against him in the sleeping bag. Spooning her, with one hand cupping her nearest breast, his semi-rigid cock now nestled between the rounds of her buttocks, he kissed her shoulder softly.

"I love you Allison Richards," he murmured against her skin.

"Ditto...."

He heard her sleepy reply, and having seen the movie Ghost, he was content.



Think About Icebergs: Their Summer Ch. 02



It had, Max thought, been a terrific summer thus far and he was glad his firm had allowed him the extra time off so he could come with Alli and experience it all. They had spent several days at the big powwow for Crow Fair and he had enjoyed the dancing contests and parades enormously. He found that he loved the rugged countryside and wide open spaces of the west that allowed him to see the sky and horizon uninterrupted by skyscrapers and the building clutter he was used to. Alli and Clayton tried, at every step, to make things easier and more comfortable for him in the sometimes unfamiliar world of Indian life and culture. And their friends and family had been warm and welcoming to him, despite some initially awkward moments due as much because of his age as because of his race, he thought. 

Once Alli's grandmother had found out about his talents with a toolbox though, he'd been "in like Flynn". He recalled their initial meeting and her refusal to speak English to him for days, despite Alli's anger with the old woman. He'd taken it in stride and tried to soothe Alli's temper, but one day she had stormed out to have another yelling match with her silver-haired granny. In their absence Max had discovered several cabinet doors in the old woman's kitchen that were hanging by one screw, as well as the door out the back that had warped from the weather and now dragged, sticking on the splintering boards of the back stoop. 

Doing some snooping he'd managed to find a handful of assorted screwdrivers and a bare assortment of other tools in a small chest of drawers. In other drawers around the house he found odd screws and nails and gathering his booty took it in to work on the kitchen cabinets. Coming in later the little round woman had found him shirtless and sweating in the heat, but satisfied with himself as he checked the swing of the little wood cabinet doors. She had smiled toothlessly at him then, eyes sparkling and beckoned him to come with her, nearly dancing with excitement as she pulled him out to the old barn by one arm. Alli had come around the house too, demanding to know what was going on but he could only laugh and shrug before ducking under the lintel.

Alli's Granny had hugged him fiercely, fingers lingering in the hair of his chest as she patted him. She giggled like a school girl then, her weathered old cheeks flushing. Turning to an ancient tarp covered mess in the corner, she stroked the canvas like the skin of a long-ago lover before telling him -

"Dees for you Max!"

By now Alli had entered the barn too and he heard her slight gasp as he turned back the cloth. He was more curious than seriously expecting to find anything, but with a growing sense of wonder discovered an ancient wood box with carpenter's tools of a hundred years ago - wood planes, awls, rasps and chisels, ball peen and claw hammers and even a tack hammer resided in the dusty old box, all wrapped in oiled rags to protect them. Reverently he looked through the box examining the tools, while a rapid-fire exchange in Shoshone took place behind him. Finally, Alli had wrapped her arms around him from behind -

"You fixed her cabinets?"

"Uh huh," he nodded, turning his head to plant a kiss on her nose. "And if these are in as good a shape as they seem to be, maybe we can get her door fixed tonight too. I was afraid it would have to wait till I could get to a hardware store in town."

She kissed his shoulder, tonguing some of the salt sweat from his skin, "I didn't know you knew how to do things like that."

Turning in her arms he grinned down at her, kissing her nose again, "Seems I may have some value besides "standing stud" after all, huh?"

Flashing her full, dazzling smile at him she agreed, "Yeah, I'd say you're a keeper! But seriously baby, how DO you know this stuff?"

He told her then about the summers of his high school years, after his parents had divorced, spending time with his grandparents who had a little place in the country. His grandfather's good friend and neighbor was an older Amish gentleman who had taken Max under his wing, teaching him what he could of basic woodworking and construction during those few summers - taking him into the community for every barn raising possible. Max had developed a love of working with his hands that had gone largely unfulfilled, despite his minor in architecture.

"But I don't understand where these tools came from," he'd said. "How did your Grandmother get them? How long has she had them for cryin' out loud? Would she have just left them here forever?'

Alli had, blushing, done some explaining of her own, telling him how her Grandmother (and consequently both Clayton and herself)"Granny Merry" was, despite appearances, not full blooded Shoshone. Merry's father had been a "breed" - the son of an immigrant German carpenter and a young Arapaho girl, probably "purchased" as a bride with blankets, guns or whiskey. He had inherited the dark good looks of his mother, along with the blue eyes and skill working with wood of his father. It had made him irresistible to Merry's mother, Mockingbird Sings in the Morning. They had many happy daughters together, but no sons, and before the old man had died he had Mockingbird wrap all his tools in skins soaked in linseed oil. He'd told Mockingbird and his daughters that the tools were "for the one who will come". As far as Granny Merry was concerned, Max was "The One".

As for how long it had been, closest reckoning put her Granny's age near 90, plus or minus a year or two. There was an equally old and treasured German Bible that had all the births and deaths written in it but the ink was old, faded and smudged in spots so it was impossible to tell if the old woman had been born in 1921, 1924 or 1927. Then Alli had to try to explain "Indian time" - something for which there was no easy explanation. The closest way she could explain it to him was that Indian's traditionally don't measure time in the same way as white society and the business world - not in 24 hour days and 7 day weeks - but in seasons, ages, eras of conflict or of drought and abundance. 

He'd already noticed elements of this. Clayton and his friends might say, 'we'll meet you in town around noon'. It might mean that most of them would show up at some point hungry for lunch. On the other hand, it might mean they would show up, en masse, sometime before dark. At first Max's frustration with their lack of respect for Clayton's mother, and their lack of punctuality had him feeling seriously disgruntled. Over the days that they had been there, however, Max had noticed Alli gradually relaxing and ceasing to take such lapses personally. She was still largely punctual and if she had given her word she would be somewhere then she would move heaven and earth to be there at the stated time. But on days when they had no plans or obligations, she and her friends or relatives might discuss doing something - but Max was beginning to understand that, in this world, in this place, there was no need to rush or to stress. Necessary things were accomplished because they were necessary - feeding the chickens and other stock. Slightly less imperative things might wait until more convenient - hauling water or cutting wood (or repairing kitchen cabinets, he thought with some humor). Hunting and fishing (and SEX) seemed to always be "imperatives" even if the larder seemed fully stocked and Max wondered how much the pleasure involved in the pursuit weighed in the decision making process. He began to suspect it was a determining factor.

In this case, the family was committed to periodically renewing the oiled cloths until such time as "someone" appeared or was born with the necessary talent and desire to use the tools. The actual historic time involved did not significantly matter. 

Events following their explanations had deteriorated rapidly when Max had discovered Alli was bra-less in the summer heat. He DID learn an important lesson though. Individuals with hay-fever should avoid fucking in barns at all costs. Despite Alli insisting he shower immediately he had continued sneezing and coughing for several days and totally gave up wearing contacts in favor of his wire-rimmed "emergency" glasses. It had given Granny Merry plenty of time to round up all the other family members and close neighbors who needed work done around their homes. Max was working harder than at any time since his youth. He had also lost weight, built upper body muscle, gotten quite a tan clambering around on house and barn roofs without a shirt and was sleeping better than ever before in his life. He found, when he gave the matter any thought whatsoever, that he was happy.

Alli seemed happy too. She was cooking a lot - even baking her own sourdough bread. She had started a small vegetable garden, persuading a neighbor to assist with it now in preparation to take over once they'd gone home - in return for which the neighbor would share the produce garnered with Granny Merry. She and Granny frequently worked side by side in the cool of the morning and evening. Occasionally they would grab buckets and baskets and head out into the fields and woods, bringing back their gleaned treasures after spending hours away from the house. Sometimes they'd come home giggling like schoolgirls together and freshly sunburned from skinny-dipping in Big Jimmy Creek or one of the other local waterways. Despite their 'trifling' ways, the family (always including such assorted aunties, uncles, cousins and friends as managed to 'just drop by' at mealtimes) dined well on huge salads of field greens - "wild" miner's lettuce and tender poke and dandelion greens with whatever nuts, mushrooms, edible berries and flowers the women had found on their travels. An assortment of vegetables fresh from the productive little garden - or perhaps a soup or stew with some of the game that Clayton and the cousins seemed to forever be hunting - along with liberally buttered slabs of the crusty homemade bread would usually serve to fill the most prodigious appetite. Max HAD noticed, however, that the Indians seemed to universally share a sweet tooth and could almost always manage "a nibble" of one of Alli or her Granny's famous "scratch" cakes or cobblers.

As the days passed and he relaxed more into the rhythm of their life he realized he was truly learning to love the vastness of the western skies, the lack of traffic noise persisting into all hours and the clean, freshness of the morning air. There was always time enough for loving here as well and a quick pat of Alli's fanny as she scrambled eggs for breakfast might result in her handing off the spatula to a giggling Granny Merry, or eye-rolling Clayton, as she hauled him back to bed. One of his first projects, after being gifted with the tools had been installing a lock on the inside of their bedroom door. It had been prominently lacking prior to that time and occasioned not infrequent battles between Alli and her grandmother who, although used to having unlimited access to the little back bedroom, seemed most prone to "needing something" in the middle of their lovemaking. Having a lock on the door, freed them from "middle of the night-silent mode" love making they had necessarily adopted by way of coping.

Alli had approved so heartily of his thoughtfulness that she had promptly dragged him inside the little room, locking the door behind her. Arching an eyebrow at her in a mock-quizzical mode he had asked -

"And just WHAT did you have in mind, Ms. Richards?"

Licking her lips and slowly unbuttoning her shirt she grinned at him, "I dunno, baby...I thought we might see what comes up..."

He leaned back on the bed, feeling himself already starting to get hard and strain against his jeans. Damn, he thought, she hasn't laid a hand on me yet, or shown a tit...just the THOUGHT... Playing along still, he nodded slowly.

Well, I suppose I can spare a few minutes - but I really need to get over to Annabeth Cardinal's place to look at that old desk of hers..."

She paused in the slow peel of her shirt. "A 'few minutes'?"

He nodded seriously, trying not to adjust or draw attention to the now painful bulge at his crotch, "Uh huh...a few minutes...if you can think of some way of passing the time..."

She licked her lips again meaningfully as she finished peeling her shirt off, her dark nipples already standing hard and proud against her tanned skin.

"Oh, that..." he said, pretending to a despair he in no way felt. "I suppose that would be...well, 'adequate'."

Dropping her hands to her jean zipper she shimmied out of them, her panties immediately following. Advancing on him with a glint in her eye she announced -

"I'm about to GIVE you 'ADEQUATE'!"

He pretended to try to cover himself with his hands -

"Now wait....Honey....Just a minute....Don't be hasty....OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!"

She had, with the precision and forthrightness that is almost second nature to all medical personnel, pulled his shirt off over his head, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers. Kneeling in front of him she had arched one brow, the tip of her tongue nearly touching her nose and rolling her eyes at his act before opening her mouth and engulfing him to the root. Hearing his groan of pleasure she had giggled but never stopped sliding and sucking on his cock. Bobbing down to the base, where the tight curls of his pubic hair tickled her nose and then sliding back to the crown, never losing contact, her tongue sliding and teasing the sensitive skin around the rim and particularly the little knot of tissue that was so sensitive to stimulation. His hands were working on the edge of the bed now and she knew he was longing to grip her by the back of the head and fuck her mouth - but knowing too that he loved the slow torture and tease that she was giving him and wanted to give her free rein. Dipping lower she bent her head, sliding her tongue along his taint, as her finger stroked the crack of his ass, finding and lightly tickling his asshole as she opened her mouth wide to suck in first one, then the other of his balls. 

"OOOOOOhhhhhhh God!"

"Hmmmmmm?" She hummed around his ball, the vibration shooting straight up into his brain and back again. "Adequate I take it"

"Nnnnnnngggggg," Max groaned wordlessly. Then, remembering the part he was playing said, "I suppose you'll do..."

Muttering 'I'll do he SUPPOSES' she slid lower, sliding her tongue up and down his taint before running the tip of her tongue up and around the base of his sack. Inhaling one ball happily into her mouth she simultaneously slid several fingers back and down the crack of his ass to circle the rim of his asshole with the pad of her index finger. It had been a warm day and the smell of clean male sweat and arousal rose around her. As she moved her knees a little further apart, switching from circling his parts to stroking her own she could smell her own musk rising too. Max was holding her head nestled between his hands now, his fingers buried in her hair and she could feel the tension in his hands as his balls drew up and hardened.

As much as he was enjoying her ministrations he didn't want the moment to end too soon and knew if she continued the blow job he was indeed going to 'blow' shortly. Not that that was a problem either, he thought, she loved to drink his cum as much as he did hers, often teasing that her favorite snack was a 'protein smoothie'. Groaning again his hips flexed involuntarily, the urge to "FUCK" was becoming overwhelming....time to change up the rhythm he thought.

Pulling away from her he kicked out of the remainder of his clothing, laying back on the bed -

"How about sharing a little of that good stuff you're hoarding down there?"

Bringing her dew wet fingers up into view as she joined him on the bed she solemnly licked one of the fingers, "Hmmmmm, well....I dunno...seems to me the flavor is off a little...not quite up to snuff. What do you think?"

She held a finger to his lips. He licked it - making a major production of the process with plenty of lip smacking. "Mmmm. Really hard to say sweetie." 

She giggled at the double entendre. 

"There's really only ONE way to tell for sure!"

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"Avoid the middleman...or finger..."

Leaning over her and grinning lecherously he stroked her wet folds with his own fingers, bringing them up to examine them critically, "Moisture content seems adequate..."

"There's that word again....ADEQUATE."

Popping his own fingers into his mouth now and simultaneously saying, "Well, that seems to improve the flavor slightly..."

"Probably due to that bland, caucasian taste you have..." she grinned wickedly at him.

He nodded sagely, "True, certainly doesn't have that 'Red Man' whang to it..."

Finally breaking into gales of laughter she wrapped her arms around him, "Okay baby - you win!"

"Great! WHAT do I win"

Throwing her limbs wide open again so she was spread-eagle on the bed she giggled, "ME of course!"

Falling backwards onto the bed again he groaned mightily, "DAMN! Here, and I'd always thought that a prize was something new and unusual..." Rolling back up onto an elbow to grin at her he continued, "Instead of just the same ol' same ol'."

Narrowing her eyes in mock-warning, she was unable to hide the sparkle of humor in her dark eyes as she repeated, "Same ol' same ol?"

Patting her pussy and kissing her nose lightly he nodded sagely, "Yep, same ol' same ol."

"Mr. Roberts, you are getting dangerously close to sleeping alone on the couch!"

Continuing to toy with her wet folds he shook his head in disagreement, "I kinda doubt it sweetie...I seem to have fairly solid evidence that SOMEBODY in this bed seriously wants fucked...and I think the couch is a little small...and a little too public for that!"

Popping his wet fingers in his mouth again he noisily sucked her juices from them, grinning at her irrepressibly.

Dropping his hand back to her slit, he stroked gently down the length of her sex, tracing the path of her lower lips. He smiled as she caught her breath, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. He bent, seeking first to draw her lips into his own, unconsciously trying to find a way to compress all of the love and passion he felt for her into their shared kiss. Using the knowledge of her body he'd gained over the past months he played on her sex as though it were a musical instrument. He realized how well he'd succeeded when she surged against him, clinging desperately with her legs locked around his wrist. The heady perfume of her musk filled the little room and the damp spot below her on the bed widened.

Alli was puffing like a steam engine now, interspersed with little cooing cries of pleasure. Nibbling a trail of fiery kisses from the corner of her jaw he was unsurprised to find her thumbing her own nipples. 

Tsk'ing at her he scolded, "MY prize sweetheart....ALL mine!"

Bending his head he opened widely, attempting to engulf as much of her breast as possible in his mouth. Sucking hard to pull her deep in his mouth he chuckled at the triumphant, 'Ohhhh, YES, baby!' that issued from the head of the bed. He thought again, briefly, it was a shame he hadn't known Alli when her breasts had been filled with milk to nurse Clayton. But then, he realized, he'd have been too young to take full advantage of the situation. 

Tonguing her nipple, flicking it lightly and circling it with his tongue, writing their combined initials across them, he was unsurprised to feel her cunt spasm against his fingers again. She'd told him once how much she loved nipple play, saying that her nipples seemed to be directly linked to her clitoris in some way. He bent his head a little lower, inhaling the sweetly erotic scent that always lingered just below her breasts, stroking along the fold of skin where they lay against her ribcage with his tongue, enjoying the salty tang of her sweat. Pausing briefly he blew a wet raspberry in her navel, just to hear her laugh.




Think About Icebergs: Their Summer Ch. 02



She was still shaking with laughter when his mouth settled around her pussy and he heard her gasp with delight as her hips levitated off the bed toward his mouth. Swiveling on her snatch he moved over her, his cock and balls now dangling within easy reach of her hands and mouth. He groaned his delight when she took full and immediate advantage, swallowing his cock to the root. He could feel the muscles at the back of her throat working around the crown of his penis and had to consciously restrain himself from trying either to plunge deeper or to withdraw so she wouldn't choke. He knew by now that she enjoyed giving him head and she wouldn't put herself in harm's way to do it. Unlike some he knew, he took no pleasure in having a woman gagging on his shaft.

Realizing she was directing her attention to the crown now, while she caught her breath, he turned his attention back to the beautiful sight laid out before him. Her sex was swollen and still pulsing from her last orgasm as he bent his head to love her. Nuzzling her with his nose, he buried his face deep in her pussy. Not shower 'fresh' but still relatively clean from this morning's shower - just a hint of musk and sweat from working in the garden. Tracing her lips with his fingers first, he followed close behind with his tongue, sucking in each lip briefly and nibbling it lightly. Her moan of pleasure, coming as it did with her mouth wrapped warmly around him, caused his head to swim briefly and curled his toes. Her touch on his sack told him all he needed to know about how close he was to cumming. His balls were rock hard, solid against his groin and the drawing sensation he was feeling was....

"Not gonna be long sweetheart," he warned.

"Mmmmmhhhmmm!"

She nodded happily, never stopping, and he buried his face again, fingers thrusting deeply as he gave himself over to her. The muffled shout that issued from between her thighs gave barely an instant's warning before the first hot jet hit the back of her throat. Swallowing as quickly as possible she stopped, retaining one scant mouthful and tapping Max on the shoulder. When he turned to look at her she simply winked and crooked her finger in a 'come hither' gesture. 

As the young man settled back on the pillows along side her, she smiled broadly and bent to kiss him, still silent. But as his mouth opened below hers and her tongue found his, he also found the cum 'surprise' she'd been holding for him. Sucking her tongue hard for a moment, he shuddered beneath her, goosebumps rising on his skin. 

Wrapping his arms tightly around her and kissing her back deeply he teased, "DAMN, woman! You never cease to surprise me.... You are a VERY bad girl!"

Her eyes flared and smoldered as she replied, "Well then, maybe you should spank me...."

His blue eyes darkened dangerously, "Maybe I should..."

One eyebrow arched over an eye now black as onyx, "If you think you can, well then just go ahead and...."

Max thought later that she was probably about to say 'try', but she was reckoning without the past few weeks of swinging hammers and hauling shingles, loading and unloading pickups full of alfalfa bales and feed bags, and the myriad other chores that he'd been doing. Without giving it much thought he flipped her onto her belly, pulling her toward the foot of the bed in order to get better grip on her. She wiggled and giggled briefly but the second his hand connected with her ass she yelped sharply, realizing he was in earnest about the spanking. A short, more serious struggled ensued without any appreciable result. The palm of his right hand continued to rain down on the unprotected skin of her bottom, alternating cheeks, while his left arm held her tightly pinned. 

The dusky skin of her ass initially turned white with each blow, perfectly outlining each hand print, before turning a bright and rosy red. The well-placed mirror above the cedar chest also reflected a side-effect he was finding fascinating. His initial fear that she would turn on him (or perhaps have Clayton and friends kick his ass) was abating somewhat in the face what he was seeing. It seemed that with every blow to her behind, her vulva swelled that much more. Her snatch was as rosy red as her ass, and freely dripping honey down her thighs.

As for Alli, she was amazed, and somewhat humiliated, that she was getting so turned on. She thought part of her reaction might be a normal physiological response to the increased blood flow and nerve stimulation occurring in 'that area'. She also suspected that part of her response was a subconscious reaction to Max taking such a firm lead in their relationship...with her. Throughout so much of her life she was required to remain fully and tightly in control and in command - of herself and of the situation around her. And as a single parent she WAS the sole authority and head of the household. She had grown more comfortable in the role over the years - it had never grown less exhausting. 

Additionally, despite being 20 years older, all of her training, as a female, a nurse, and a Native American was to submit - to parents, doctors, tribal leadership and tribe - for all their discussions about having an equal partnership, it was not a role she was completely comfortable with yet. But THIS, coming from Max, was not only a delightful surprise, it was also delightfully....she had to admit it, erotic. The best was yet to come as she was about to discover...

Max ran a tender hand over her hot buttocks, the coolness of his skin against the heat of hers further inflaming her senses. He was still entranced with her reflection in the mirror - the pink and rose colors of her cunt, the tightly furled rosebud of her anus 'winking' with every shift of her weight, and the rounded slopes of her ass showing his hand prints in bright, hot red. Dropping to his knees behind her he took another last appreciative look before burying his face against her again. Sliding his tongue up and over the hooded pearl of her clit, he pierced her deeply several times.

A deep groan of pleasure ghosted up from the depths of the bed where Alli had buried her head between her arms. Her back arched and she raised on tiptoes trying to find a way to force her sex closer to Max's mouth. Sliding two fingers into her sopping sex he feathered his thumb across her clitoris. She was rising against him, trying to fuck his hand and face. Her hands were tightly clenched in the bed linens, knuckles white with muscle strain. Raising up on his heels slightly he rimmed her with the tip of his tongue, enjoying her immediate bucking response, and the way her muscles clamped down, milking his fingers.

"Sweeeeet Jeeeezzuss FUCK!"

Alli's cry was not in the least muffled by the pillow clenched tightly between her teeth. She was nearly sobbing now as Max got to his feet behind her. He was grinning fiercely. His cock fully erect and aching for release again. He pressed against the mouth of her vagina, just sliding the sensitive head between her swollen wet lips. Leaning forward over her back he asked -

"My prize sweetheart?"

"YESSSS!" was her hissed reply.

"All mine?"

"Oh GAWD....YES, baby!"

He drove home into her in one thrust.

"Is that what you like?"

"Oh....FUCK yes!"

He chuckled, "Potty mouth! Is my baby girl hot?"

"Yesss..."

Withdrawing nearly completely before pressing home again he teased, "Is there anything you want, sweetie?"

"Oh, MAX! FUCK me!...PLEASE...Just, FUCK me..."

Still slowly sliding almost out of her pussy before thrusting back into her as hard and deep as possible, his hands also danced over the areas of her body within reach. One hand below her stroked her clit while his other thumb pressed steadily against her anus. He was unsurprised when the tight ring of tissue gave way and with his thumb buried in the tight, hot tunnel of her rectum, he could feel her begin to spasm against him as she came again.

Alli was babbling now, "Oh gawd....NO, don't....oh YESSSS.....Don't...don't...don't stop...YES, baby, DON'T STOP, OH FUCK YES!"

He leaned over her back again, "I know what you REALLY want...little slut..." 

He kissed her between her shoulder blades before pulling up and away from her. Stroking her with his fingers, her moisture coated his fingers before he dabbed it around her anus. Pressing against her he was surprised how fast her sphincter released allowing him entrance. 

"OH!" she gasped.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You want me to stop?"

"Yes!...I...don't...NO! No, don't...Oh, God, MAX, DON'T stop!" 

She pushed back against him again until his shaft was buried as deeply in her ass as it had been in her pussy. Only, Max thought, as wet and volcanic as her snatch was - being in her ass was another sensation entirely. Tighter and hotter and not as wet....but....impossible to describe he thought as he felt her inner muscles ripple tightly against him.

"You've been wanting this for a long time haven't you sweetheart?"

"Yesssssss......"

"Since that day at the beach, I think?"

"Yesssss....."

Reaching below to stroke her clitoris and pussy again he discovered her own fingers already busily at play and felt so stirred that he surged against her. Thrusting hard he forced her nearly flat against the mattress before burying himself with a groan to pump her full of his spunk. 

# # # #

Yeah, Max mused, all things considered, it had been a great summer so far - full of such 'memorable' occasions. Although he did wonder that his memory of that afternoon, and subsequent evening, or of the events during their camp out, were clearer in his mind than, say, his memories of the flash and color of the dance competitions at Crow Fair. Settling himself more comfortably in his jeans he chalked it up to 'being a guy' and grinned at himself in the rear view mirror brushing his hand over the soft fuzz of his now close cropped hair. 

That was new too, he thought. When he first came home from the barber Alli had squealed loudly, demanding to know what he'd done with his hair, although once he'd explained how it had become difficult to keep clean and neat in the summer heat with the work he'd been doing she'd understood and accepted the change. She'd become an ardent admirer though the next time he'd moved between her thighs to eat her pussy, enjoying the combined sensations of the soft brush of his hair and his now permanent beard on the skin of her inner thighs and vulva.

Then there was HIS truck he thought patting the outside of the driver's door with affection. He wasn't quite sure what it was about the old Chevy C-10 that had appealed to him - God knew it still needed a ton of work. Despite his best effort with steel wool and naval jelly there were still large areas of rusted metal on the blue and white exterior - and the wooden bed of the little step-sider needed to be completely replaced eventually. She'd needed surprisingly little engine work though before he was hauling down the roads, rooster-tail plumes of dust rising in the hot still air behind him. Granny Merry had proven to be surprisingly nimble-fingered at tucking and sewing old trade blankets into serviceable seat covers and had actually laughed out loud during her honorary first ride in the newly covered passenger seat.

"Dis good truck for you Max!" she had yelled over the noise of the wind through the windows, continuing to grin happily, her dark twinkling eyes nearly buried in the network of 'smile lines' and wrinkles. Normally too self-conscious to laugh or smile without her 'good teeth' in, Max took it as an extra compliment to he and his truck 'Bessie', that she did so riding with him.

She had proven surprisingly insightful about some of his reasons for getting the truck as well. When Alli had first begun to bluster in protest at the need for an additional vehicle Granny Merry had simply patted her granddaughter's cheek, saying firmly -

"Dat YOU truck...DIS Max truck!"

She had stumped off to the kitchen leaving Alli staring bemused and gape-mouthed after her - a knack Max occasionally wished he had. Especially now, considering what he had done and his trepidation about telling the woman that he loved and hoped to spend the rest of his life with, that he DIDN'T want to go back to the city at the end of the summer. That, in fact, he had taken a job with a local contractor, a man willing to hire him based on his handshake and the way he had pitched in to load the older man's truck at the feed store. He'd seen some of the homes the man's team had built and was fascinated with the straw-bale and rebar construction used - eager to learn more and excited about his new job. 

As he pulled into the drive, 'Bessie' fishtailing briefly in the loose gravel, he saw Alli sitting slumped on the front steps, Granny's arms around her rocking her - she appeared to be weeping as though her heart would break. Thinking that someone in the tight-knit rural area had gotten to her with his news before he could, he stepped out of the truck with his heart in his throat. 

At that moment a pair of red tail hawks flashed over head apparently chasing each other in an exuberantly late mating display. The larger of the two, always the female he recalled Alli telling him, creed loudly in a teasing, demanding call to her would be mate to catch up with her. He noted them absently, but Granny Merry peered at them intently, finally raising a hand in apparent acknowledgement of some occult message only she understood. She looked at him sternly then before getting up from the steps and going inside, closing the front door firmly behind her.

Sitting by Alli's side and wrapping his arms around her he began -

"Alli, honey..."

"Oooooohhhhh MAX! I'm so glad you're home! I...I...Oh God - I don't know how to begin..."

"Maybe I should..."

"No Max, lemme finish. They came to me - the Tribal Council... They...they made me an offer...oh God, Max...it's a hard offer to refuse. The truth is I don't want to refuse it...but, oh God, baby I don't want to lose you either!"

"What? Honey, just tell me what happened."

"They want me to stay, Max. To help in the clinic here - they're willing to pay for me to take the State Board's - maybe even to help send me to medical school to become a doctor if I promise to stay here after.... And the Medicine Man wants me to study herbs and natural medicine with the local Herb Women, too! It'd be hard work, but...oh MAX, it's the opportunity of a lifetime, and....and...." she sobbed against his shoulder, trying hard to catch her breath, "OH Max, I WANT to stay...."

"OH! Is that all?" He laughed at her fears and at his own earlier worries.

As she turned her face up to his, a look near anger tightening her eyes, he smiled down at her, kissing her nose and mouth and wiping the tears from her face. Handing her the bandanna he frequently carried now to tie around forehead or neck to catch his sweat, with a 'blow your nose' suggestion he filled her in on HIS news - as well as his suggestions that they continue to keep the 'city-house' while Clayton was in school, as a place for him to stay, and as a place for their next 'vacation' when it might be fun to head back to the beach for some surfing. He also mentioned he'd thought about turning his car over to Clayton for his use, rather than trying to either sell it outright or have it transported to Idaho. 

As her frown-lines and tears changed to sparkles of joy and laughter, she wondered aloud at the way things were working out so smoothly for them. Max kissed her again, telling her -

"If it hadn't, sweetheart, then I'd have made sure it would anyway! There's no way I'm letting you get away from me - EVER! Whatever I have to do, and on whatever terms it has to be - as long as you'll have me, or longer if possible - as long as we live may not be long enough. I'm afraid you're stuck with me..."

Tears filled her eyes again.

"Oh yes, please Max - don't ever leave me. I know I may not always be easy to be around, or to understand. But I DO love you! I...I know what you hope and I know you understand how afraid I am. Not of you, Max! You've taught me that much at least - just afraid, of being vulnerable - of opening my heart to the possibility of being hurt again..."

"Can't make rainbows without rain, sweetheart," Max quoted his own Grandparents.

"Will you stay with me? Be part of my family - my tribe? I know it's asking a lot..."

"Hush woman....yes, of course!"

"There's a traditional ceremony - it's not a wedding per se..."

A kiss was all the answer she got or sought, while over her shoulder Max watched as Granny Merry wafted smoke from a twist of tobacco to the four directions , using what looked like a hawk's tail feather...



Think About Icebergs



He smiled apologetically as he said, "I need your pussy, Alli." 

She was still smiling as she unzipped her slacks one-handed, taking his hand and placing it firmly on her naked pussy. She arched her back and closed her eyes in pleasure as he slid two fingers into her immediately, his thumb circling and pressing against her clit. His prick throbbed hard in her hand at her response to him, and to his realization that she had been pantiless under her slacks - as though she were waiting for him. 

Removing his mouth briefly from her nipple, he gasped, "I have to taste you woman. I've got to eat you, NOW!"

"Okay, Max, shhh. Relax baby," she said as she unbuttoned her pants and they fell to the floor. "Careful now, I don't want to hurt you."

"Fuck that!" he swore. "My legs fine. It'll heal...you said so. But I need you now, Sexy!"

Climbing gingerly onto the gurney to join him, she swung one leg over his head carefully, trying hard to maintain some distant semblance of nursing professionalism and not hurt him by her actions, only to have him wrap both arms firmly around her hips and pull her down so that he could bury his face in her cunt. Lapping, sucking and nuzzling her he was like a starving man set in front of a table full of food she thought. Sliding her own arms more carefully around and under his hips, she licked her lips, closed her eyes briefly in thanks and began to lavish her own attentions on his straining cock. With one hand she began to firmly hold and stroke his balls, while with the other she stroked the sensitive skin below his sack, down to his anus. 

"Almost there now" Max muttered against her clit. "Cum with me. Cum in my mouth. God...just...cum with me," he groaned.

Feeling her hips beginning to twitch somewhat uncontrollably with her own approaching orgasm, she removed her mouth from his prick long enough to say, "I want to drink it all down. I need you to cum in my mouth....Cum now for me Max."

She returned to laving his cock with her tongue and mouth, sucking hard on the up strokes, feeling his balls contract and withdraw almost back into his body as his orgasm approached, hardening as they filled with his sperm. She increased the pressure against his anus with her thumb, feeling the slight give that indicated with more time she might actually gain entrance to that orifice. But at that moment, as though reading her mind, Max plowed into her sopping vagina with the middle fingers of one hand, while the index and middle fingers of the other he pushed into her own ass. As he began double fucking her she lost her battle with self-control, giving it up to the young man under her with his tongue flicking her clit from side to side. She ground her cunt against his face, griping him tightly with thighs hardened by years of horse-back riding, and felt her juices flow from her as her cunt muscles spasmed. Max immediately buried his face in her pussy, tongue fucking her and sucking as she continued to cum against his face. Feeling his cock harden and throb in her mouth, Alli began a swift, stroking rhythm with thumb and index finger, while she continued to suck and swirl the now sensitive head with her tongue and in a matter of seconds she felt the pulsing jets of his bittersweet, salty cum hitting the roof of her mouth and back of her throat. She swallowed hard and fast, loving the taste of him, but a small dribble of his cum escaped her lips, crawling warmly down her neck. She laughed out loud at the moment just passed and wiped her neck with the back of one hand. Max was still nestled firmly between her thighs, suckling her clit and labia, seemingly determined to continue until she had at least one more orgasm when both her pager and the room intercom went off at the same time.

"SHIT!" she expostulated. "Let go of me, baby. We've got to get you cleaned up and dressed, they'll be here any second now."

"Not now," he groaned, letting go of her hips and letting his head fall back onto the pillows. "And I don't have anything to wear, anyway." 

She smiled briefly, thinking to herself, 'NOW he sounds young...like a preschooler having a tantrum!' Hustling into action she found a hospital gown to cover him with and got him wiped down again, cleaning herself up a bit in the process before sliding back into her khakis, and lab coat and unlocking the door. As she turned back to him to begin re-dressing his abrasions, he grabbed her hand.

"It can't end like this, Alli," he said earnestly. "For God's sake, I don't even know your last name, or phone number."

"Tell you what," she smiled down at him. "Let's get past this final exam. Then I think we can find a pair of hospital scrubs for you to wear. Do you need a ride home?" At his nod she continued, "Well, it so happens that I'm off duty in about 20 minutes. How about if I take you where ever you want to go?"

Smiling back at her he said, "Fine, as long as it's to your place, so we can continue this properly!"

"Agreed then!" she said with a wink, as the door opened to admit the Chief Resident.