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Hermit

By: bassbelly



Gordon sat in one of the home made chairs on his cabin porch high up in the Rockies watching the clouds form in the valleys far below. June was his favorite month. He was at peace with himself and with nature. He had inherited a small fortune from his favorite uncle and decided to drop out of society. Thirty years had passed since he found this idyllic spot. As soon as he saw it, he knew he would have to make it his home. So he built the cabin, dug a well and planted a small garden. All his furnishings were things he built by hand on the spot. He had no electricity and no plumbing. An outhouse served his sanitary needs, a smoke house preserved his fish and game and the small lake in front of his house supplied him with trout and kept him clean.

Visitors seldom got within sight of his cabin. If they approached, he invited them to leave. He loved his lonely life style. He planned on dying in this cabin if a bear or a mountain lion didn't get him first. Every fall he took an elk and so he had meat all winter. Life was good.

He got up and poured himself some water, then wandered back inside. The sun was setting, it was bedtime.

He was jolted from his sleep by a hideous scream just outside his window. He jumped up and saw a big grizzly grabbing a young girl by the thigh. She screamed again. He got his rifle out of the rack and fired a shot over the grizzly's head. The bear looked at him, dropped the girl and trotted into the woods.

He walked over to where the young girl laid trembling in fear and crying.

"It's okay miss. The bear is gone. Come inside."

"I can't stand up," she sobbed.

That was when he noticed the deep slash marks on her legs. He picked her up and carried her into the cabin.

Once inside, he laid her on his bunk and took her pants off. The wounds were bleeding profusely so he got his long-hoarded bottle of whiskey down and retrieved some bandages from his first aid kit.

"Take a shot of this," he ordered.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Something to help dull the pain. I have to get the bleeding stopped and then sew you up. It's gonna hurt like hell, but it's gotta be done."

She choked the first glass of whiskey down and he poured another immediately. By the time she finished the second one she was getting dizzy. She felt very weak. She wasn't much of a drinker. She gulped down another glass of whiskey. Then she passed out.

It took the old man ten minutes to stop the bleeding. He got some fishing line and sewed the gashes up. Even in her sleep, she moaned as he sewed her wounds closed.

She woke up in strange surroundings. Her legs hurt like hell and when she rubbed her hand on them, she could feel the stitches. Then she remembered the bear and the old man. She looked around the small cabin but he was nowhere in sight. She tried to get up but she was too tired and too hurt to move very much. She looked at the dried blood splattered on her legs. Her pants were gone! How had they gotten off? She saw them draped over the arm rest on the settee by the fire.

Well, if he didn't rape me last night, he's probably not going to, she thought.

The door swung open and the old man entered the cabin. He was a ferocious sight with wild unruly blond hair and a beard. 

"So, you're awake, huh?" he grunted.

"Yeah. Are you the one who saved me from the bear?"

"Yup, my specialty is damsels in distress," he grinned.

"Do you live here?"

"Oh yeah, I like the solitude. You are my first visitor in three years."

"But how do you survive? What do you eat?"

"I harvest veggies and fruit from my garden and from the forest all summer and dry them or pickle them for winter. Twice a year, I go down the mountain and buy the things I'll need for the coming season. I've always got meat because game is plentiful way up here. In fact, I shot a deer for us early this morning."

"I've never eaten deer. I don't believe in hunting. Where are we, anyway?"

"We're just below the tree line in some of the roughest country in western Montana. How did you get up here?"

"Two guys grabbed me off the street in Boise. They drove for hours and hours to a tent up in the forest. All the while they were talking about all the things they were going to do to me. The first time I got an opportunity; I slipped out of their camp and hid in the bushes. I heard one of them say he thought I would go downhill because that was easiest and they'd be able to catch me easily. As soon as they started downhill, I started uphill. I've been running for two days. My feet are bleeding because I lost my shoes crossing a creek. Then the bear tracked me down and grabbed me. I thought I was dead."

"Let me have a look at those feet."

She presented her bleeding feet to him. He examined them and said, "You can't go anywhere for a while. I don't want you up and around. If you need something just yell for me and I'll get it." 

For a big, powerful man, he was incredibly gentle. She felt the first twinges of admiration for him. "I'll get some antiseptic and bandage your feet. You just relax. I'll get you fixed and then I'll cook something." Gordon had run out of bandages so he bandaged her feet with a couple of torn up t-shirts. He had some iodine and applied that to the cuts on her soles.

"What do I call you?"

"My name is Gordon, Gordon James."
 "I'm pleased to meet you. My name is Charlene Thompson. Where is the toilet? I've got to go pee."

"I'll have to carry you to the outhouse."

Without another word he took her panties off and carried her to the outhouse. As soon as she finished he carried her back to the cabin and slid her panties on her. He did these things so quickly and casually that she felt like it was just normal and natural. In fact she kind of liked the feel of his big, rough hands on her as he helped her. She had another twinge.

"By the way, I'm not due to go into town until late August or early September. Once you're well you can either try to make it on your own or wait and go with me."

"There is no way I'm going alone. Not with a hungry bear roaming around out there. Besides, I have no shoes. I guess I'll have to wait for you."

"Okay. Lay back and relax while I cook something for us to eat. Do you want to try to get into your pants?"

"What's the point? You've already had a good look at of all my parts. Beside, it would probably hurt."

"You're probably pretty hungry after running through the woods for two days."

"I could probably eat the whole deer. I'm starving!"

Gordon went outside to his smoke house and retrieved a loin out of the deer carcass. He gathered some vegetables from garden. Once back inside, he looked at her admiring her beauty and build then he cooked the breakfast and they ate in silence.

"That deer meat is really good," Charlene remarked.

"It's called venison. You know, like cow meat is called beef."

"I guess I've got a lot to learn about living in the mountains," she shyly replied.

"I'll take you to the lake tomorrow and wash you off. You're pretty grubby."

"Won't the bear be back?"

"Probably not, but I'll take the rifle just in case," he answered.

"I never did thank you for saving me from the bear," she said softly.

"You're welcome," he replied.

After they had eaten, he picked her up and took her out on the front porch. They sat in the chairs and drank ice cold well water.

"Where do you get water when the well freezes?" she asked.

"By the time the well freezes, there will be lots of snow and I can harvest some ice from the lake."

They ate some more of the venison later that day. He picked her up and put her gently into his bunk. Then he crawled in behind her. Uh oh, here it comes, she thought. To her astonishment, the old man went to sleep without touching her. She felt disappointed. At least he could have felt her up a little! She liked the feel of his big, rough hands on her body.

They were up early the next morning and had breakfast. Gordon packed her down to the lake. He helped her undress as she shivered in the morning sun. He got undressed and carried her nude body into the water.

It wasn't as cold as she thought it would be, but she noticed that Gordon's pecker got considerably smaller when the water hit it. She giggled. Gordon washed her completely and set her on the bank to dry. By the time he got out she was dry so he helped her on with her panties and carried her back to the cabin. She sat on the bunk and watched him dress. I wonder what he'd be like as a lover, she thought. Her heart thumped in her chest at the thought.

"Lie down and get some rest," he ordered. Then he left the cabin.

The fresh mountain air overcame her and she drifted into a deep sleep. She didn't know when he got back but when she woke up he was snoring gently beside her. She threw an arm over his shoulder. Her hands rubbed the hairs on his chest. Her nipples rubbed his back. What's wrong with me? she thought. A little voice down deep inside her said, you're falling in love. She smiled and went back to sleep.

He was up at daybreak. She didn't stir as he left the bunk. He went to work in his garden. A couple of hours later he heard her calling to him. He rushed into the cabin.

"I've got to pee," she said.

He removed her panties and carried her to the outhouse without a word. She held onto his neck and breathed on him, her nose buried in his whiskers.

"Aren't you getting tired of packing me around?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter whether I'm tired or not. It's got to be done. I don't want to have to feed you the rest of my whiskey just so I can sew you up again. Just relax. I really don't mind taking care of you."

Three weeks later when he examined her wounds he felt they were healed enough to remove the stitches. "I've got to remove the stitches Charlene," he informed her.

"Is this going to hurt?"

"It probably will, but we've got to get those stitches out. Do you need some more whiskey?"

"No more whiskey. I can take it. What do you want me to do?"

"Just lay down on the bunk and I'll snip 'em right out."

Charlene laid down on the bunk. Gordon slowly snipped the knots out of the fishing line and then pulled the stitches out. She didn't scream or flinch but by the time he finished Charlene was sobbing quietly and trembling a little.

"Okay honey, the worst is over. All the stitches are out. We'll have to keep a close eye on the scars over the next few days to make sure they don't open up again or get infected."

By the middle of July Charlene could walk. Her feet had healed under Gordon's careful attention. He watched as she put her pants on. To his surprise, she took them right back off. Her entire ensemble consisted of a shirt and panties. Her bra had long since been discarded.

"What's the matter Char?" he asked.

"I just feel a lot better without pants," she explained. The truth was she wanted to show him as much flesh as she could as often as possible.

A week later, she crawled into the bunk and as usual he crawled in behind her. This time she rolled over so she was face to face with him. "Gordon, do you like me?" she asked.

"More than anything," he replied.

"Then why haven't you made a move on me? You haven't even tried to kiss me or feel me up or anything."

"Well, first of all, you are only twenty five and I'm fifty two. Second, I didn't want to scare you. You were terribly frightened by the bear and by those rats who tried to rape you. Third, you look like you are way out of my class. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever known. You have a great personality. You're smart. That is much more than an old hermit like me deserves."

"Gordon, pardon me, but I've never heard such a bunch of bullshit in my life. You're the one who is out of my league. You're big and strong and gentle. Even if you are a little older than me, I don't care. You saved my life. You're the one I sleep with every night. I have nothing to go back to in Boise. I want to stay here on this mountain with you."

"I don't think you know what you are getting into. Winters up here are hell. It snows all the time. It will be colder than you ever thought it could be. I don't go down the mountain in the winter because it's too tough to get back up. You have your whole life ahead of you. Don't waste it on an old man like me."

"I guess you're a lot denser than I thought. I've been trying to hint at it, but it looks like I've got to come right out and say it. I'm in love with you. I started falling in love with you the first week and I haven't stopped falling yet. I don't give a damn about snow and cold. I don't care if I never see civilization again. I don't care how old you are. I'm not leaving. I'll be here for you when you're ready."

"Charlene, are you sure about this? I lead a rough life. Are you ready to get rough too? Will you learn how to hunt and fish and do all the things it takes to live alone up here in the wilderness?"

"I'll do whatever is necessary to stay with you. I'll say it again, just in case you didn't get it the first time. I'm in love with you. Nothing is going to change that."

"I didn't want to admit it, but I'm in love with you too. I find that more and more every day I want you to stay. I want you in my life. Do you want to get married?"

"I don't care if we get married or not. I could just stay here and shack up with you and be your lover."

"I think we'll get married when we go down the mountain this fall. I don't believe in that 'domestic partner' crap. When you love someone, you should be willing to commit to them. What do you plan to do until August?"

She smiled. Her hands found his manhood and she slowly stroked him. "Kiss me, hermit man! Make me your own!"

It had been years since Gordon had been with a woman. He was naturally nervous. "I don't know if it still works," he croaked, staring at his cock in her hands.

"Sure it does! I'm gonna make it work!"

Her lips found his lips. Her tongue invaded his mouth. She squeezed his cock and rubbed it gently. His hands caressed her breasts as they fell further and further into the whirlpool of love. His fingers found her slit. She was wet and ready. He licked his fingers, tasting her for the first time. By now his dick was harder than an axe handle. She caressed his cock and licked the end of it. She tenderly kissed it.

She rolled onto her back and took him with her. "That bear was going to eat me," she whispered.

"I can't blame the bear. That's exactly what I'm planning to do right now!" he whispered back.

He kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples. She felt his mouth slide down her body until it reached her mound. He nibbled on her labia and sank his tongue as deeply into her as he could. He licked her little love bud and gently sucked it between his lips rubbing it with his tongue. She was flopping crazily around on the bunk.

"Oh damn! That's so good. Don't stop. Don't ever stop!!"

He felt her shudder as her orgasm overtook her senses. There was a small river of girl juice running out of her pussy and Gordon was busily lapping it up. She finally stopped shaking and grabbed his cock, pulling him to her.

"Now, make love to me!" she demanded.

He slid easily into her super wet pussy. It felt so damned good to be in a woman again and a young, beautiful woman at that.

"I haven't been with a woman in ten years. I'm not gonna last very long."

"In don't care how long you last. I just want you in me where you belong."

Gordon lasted a little longer than he thought he would. He pumped into her as she kissed his neck and grabbed his butt. 

"Give it all to me. Squirt me full!!"

She squeezed his nuts and that's when he started to cum. He fired several long, juicy squirts into her. He was almost at the point of passing out. She watched as his eyes rolled back up into his head. "Oh, God, yes!!" he cried. He collapsed on top of her. She didn't care. She loved the feel of his big muscular frame pressing on her. She could feel his chest hairs rubbing her nipples.

His eyes opened and he panted, "What happened?" into her ear.

"You passed out when you climaxed. It was so sexy. I hope you do that every time."

"Are you hurt?" he asked, pushing up to his elbows.

She pulled him back down to her. "You feel so good lying on top of me. This is the way it's supposed to be."

"I could lay here forever. This is the thing that was missing from my life. I really do love you. You'll be my wife, my friend and my lover and I'll never let you go."

"We'll get married next month. Montana marriage laws are kind of strange so maybe we should go to Nevada," she suggested.

"I don't know anything about Montana marriage laws, but I'll take your word for it."

He rolled over so she was on top. "Your turn," he said.

His cock never did get soft enough to slip out of her. As soon as she sat up she could feel it swelling inside her. She waited until it was at 'full staff' and then started to flex her pussy around him. His big hands gripped her butt as she pounded him into submission. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" she shrieked excitedly. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she chanted as her orgasm took control of her body and her mind. She shuddered to an earth shaking climax as Gordon ground his cock as deeply into her as he could. Her first orgasm wasn't over when her second hit her. "I'll never stop loving you!" she cried.

Gordon's cock was being massaged by a quivering, shaking mass of pussy flesh. It was driving him insane. Soon he too cried, "I'm gonna do it!" And with that he shot her pussy full of love juice again. This time she was the one who collapsed on him.

"Nobody on earth has ever been fucked that good!" she remarked. She went to sleep on top of him with his cock still firmly planted in her.

Gordon held her tightly to him. He knew she had fallen asleep. Her breath was tickling his chest hairs. She felt so good! He joined her in slumber.

She was sleeping beside him when he woke up, her nose buried in his chest hairs. He could feel her breathing. She stirred as he tried to get up. Looking up at him, she smiled. They kissed sensuously in the early morning light. He sucked on her ear lobes and his big, rough hands pinched her nipples.

"Let's do it again for breakfast," she mumbled.

"Sounds good," he replied.

They felt each other up, caressing and nibbling. She opened her legs, inviting him in. His hard cock slid into her love canal and they started the dance of love once again, but this time slowly and lovingly, the frantic breeding of the previous night was over. Her legs dangled above her shoulders as she tried to drive him as deep as possible into her hot, wet tunnel. She could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as he slowly plunged into her. 

"Oh God! I hope this never stops!" she moaned.

They tried to go slow but nature soon took over and they were pounding frantically into each other.

"I'm gonna cum!" she shrieked.

"Uh, uh, uh," was his only reply.

Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him hard into her. She felt him straighten out and quiver deep inside her as he released his hot offering into her center. She shook and trembled as she had another orgasm. 

They slowly came down from their excursion into morning delight. Gordon smiled at her. "I didn't know it was possible to be this happy," he whispered.

"I love you too, let's eat," she replied.

Charlene got out of the bunk and cooked breakfast for him. It was the first meal in his cabin that he hadn't prepared himself.

"I'll have to rescue you more often," he remarked as they finished the meal.

"Okay, let's just leave out the part with the bear. We'll start where you are caring for me and making love to me. That's the part I like best!"

"Next month we'll go down the mountain and see about that marriage thing. When we come back, we'll be bringing as much stuff as we can carry for the winter. I've got to make you some moccasins so I don't have to carry you to town."


Hermit



"I can make my own moccasins. I was a girl scout so I'm not totally ignorant about living in the sticks."

"Good! I've got some elk hides. You can use the fishing line to sew them together."

"Sounds like a plan," Charlene smiled.

It took her two weeks to finish the foot wear. The moccasins wouldn't win any Parisian prizes, but they fit her well and were comfortable enough for the walk to town.

"How far is it to town?" she asked.

"It'll take us three days down and four days back," he answered.

"Why the difference?" she asked.

"Coming back is uphill and we'll have full back packs and a travois with our winter provisions."

Three weeks later he shouldered his pack and they set off down the mountain. She noticed that his rifle was slung over his shoulder. The first night they camped under the stars. Charlene slept right next to Gordon. She felt safe in his big strong arms. Besides, it gave her another chance to play with his cock. It wasn't long until that cock was resting happily inside her. 

"Do it hard!" she moaned.

Gordon complied with her request. He could last a lot longer now that he had had some practice. "Oh god Charlene, I'll never get used to making love to you."

"Just keep doin' it. Don't stop! I'm gonna cum! OH YEAH!!" 

Charlene's pussy grabbed his cock and milked him. He could feel her rippling around him as his breath grew harsh and ragged. "Uh, uh, uh!" he grunted and released his love potion into her greedy center.

"It's a lot sexier under the stars, isn't it Gordon?"

"Yeah. I never knew I could feel this way. You'll make a great wife."

Two days later they walked into Kalispell. Gordon took her directly to the combination pawn / sporting goods shop on the edge of town.

"Hi Emma," he called to the girl behind the counter.

Emma squealed and ran around the end of the counter. She picked him up and squeezed him hard. (Emma was a big, big girl) "Gordon you old son of a bitch, how the hell are you?"

"I was doing fine until you squashed me. This is my fiancée, Charlene. Don't be squeezing her that way."

Emma hugged Charlene. "How did you ever trap this old hermit?" she laughed.

"He has a trained bear that retrieves young girls for him. I just got retrieved."

"Emma, I need you to take care of my gear and gun while we're here. I also need to buy a couple of guns and some fishing gear for Charlene, new packs and a bunch of ammo."

"Sure thing Gordon. God, it's good to see you again. You know if you had stayed in town long enough, I might have hunted you down myself!"

"That's the main reason I'm hiding out on my mountain."

"So where are you going this fall?"

"Las Vegas. I'm gonna marry the girl that my bear brought me. Does Ed still run the charter service?"

"Yeah, he does. I'll call him and let him know you're interested. When do you want to go?"

"Tomorrow. Tell him to make us some hotel reservations."

"So, you're gonna keep her honest huh?"

"Yup. I'll be at the lawyer's office for about an hour. Then we're checking into the motel."

They left their gear at the pawn shop and walked to the lawyer's office.

"This guy takes really good care of me and he'll take good care of you too if I'm not around."

As they entered the law office a tall thin man jumped from behind a desk and started pumping Gordon's hand. "Welcome back to civilization," he greeted, "And who is this lovely lady?"

"This is Charlene. We're going to Vegas and get married this week. Charlene, this is Dick Brawly, my lawyer."

"Why would a nice young girl like you want to get messed up with an old hermit like him?" Dick inquired.

"Well, he's got the fastest tongue in the west," Charlene replied.

Gordon laughed. So did Dick. Charlene just stared at them. "Did we have a purpose in coming here, or is it just buffoon day?"

Wiping his eyes, Gordon followed Dick into his office. Dick tried to stop Charlene, but Gordon said, "No she's got to know everything."

"Everything?"

"Yup."

"I guess since you're going to travel you'll need your credit cards."

"Yeah. How much is in my bank account?"

"Let me see," Dick said, turning to his computer. "You have nine hundred and five thousand dollars."

"Wow! Why so much?" Gordon asked.

"Some of the stuff you invested in paid off big time. How much cash do you want?"

"Tell the bank I want ten thousand in fifties and twenties. We have to get to the motel. We've been walking since first light. I'll stop by tomorrow before we leave."

"I thought you were just a penniless hermit. You're almost a millionaire. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I just did. Was there some reason to bring it up before?"

"I guess not. A girl likes to know where she stands in the world."

"You stand right beside me."

"Why do we walk everywhere? It seems to me that with all that money you could rent a car."

"I could rent it but I couldn't drive it. I don't have a license."

"I've got one! I could be your chauffeur."

"Okay, we'll rent a car."

They rented a small car and Charlene drove them to the hotel. They had a luxury suite overlooking the river. Charlene stripped and jumped into the hot tub. Gordon soon followed her. She noticed that he was laughing to himself.

"Okay, what's so funny?"

"You got so bummed about the money, you forgot to buy shoes," he laughed.

"Damn, you're right. Oh well, we'll do it this afternoon. Right now, I've got to hold you again. Come over here and hold me, hermit!"

Gordon slid over next to her. She immediately grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. He pulled on her nipples and then rammed his tongue down her throat. They played tonsil hockey until they were both too tired to continue.

"Make love to me Gordon. I want you in me right now!"

He plucked her from the hot tub and dried her. She ran to the bed and flopped down on her back. "Come and get it, hermit man!"

Gordon slipped between her knees and kissed her hot, wet pussy. He rubbed her clit with his tongue as she wriggled and giggled. She stopped giggling and started moaning when he sucked her clit into his mouth. He rubbed the tasty little knob, savoring it the way most people savor a steak. Her juices were flowing and he was drinking them as fast as he could. Suddenly she squealed, "Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Her hips left the bed as she climaxed in his mouth. She collapsed in a heap of quivering flesh. Gordon crawled up beside her and hugged her tightly to him. She breathed into his chest, licking his nipples and purring.

"Every time you do that to me, it's like it was the first time. I don't want to ever get used to it. That way it'll be fresh every time. God, I love you so!"

He pulled her on top of his body. She could feel his manhood at her entrance. He teased her by rubbing it through her hairs and up and down her pussy. "Give it to me hermit man. It's mine and I want it!"

Gordon grabbed her waist and jammed her hungry pussy down over his dick. He slid all the way into her. She sighed with contentment as she started pumping him. Her talented pussy was massaging his cock as she slid up and down on it. "Don't stop! I'm going to cum!" he grunted.

She felt his semen as it shot into her. She was near to orgasm and so she continued to pump him. As she tripped over the edge into ecstasy, she felt him shoot another stream of semen into her. 

They lay beside each other kissing and fondling. "That was just so damned good. When you made me cum the second time I almost felt like my cock was going to explode."

"Well, we can't have you exploding now can we? Here let me calm you down a little."

She took him into her mouth and slowly massaged him. Her hands caressed his nuts. "Charlene, you're going to kill me!" he whispered.

"That's my goal," she said as she removed his cock from her mouth and slid up the bed next to him.

"I hate to say this Charlene, but we've got to get up and buy you some clothes and a suitcase. You need some girly stuff too and probably a new toothbrush."

"Oh poo! I was just going to lay here and feel you up all afternoon and all night. You're right of course. But I don't need a new toothbrush. I'll just keep using yours. I like the way it tastes."

"You are a nut. But you are a very sweet nut. Charlene I love you. I would die for you."

"Gordon, hold me just a little longer and then we'll get a shower and go get something to eat and buy some clothes."

They lay there in each others arms for about an hour. Reluctantly they finally rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. The hot water was a real treat for them and they reveled in the stinging spray. Six months worth of accumulated grim was scrubbed off. When they got out, Gordon carefully dried Charlene and took her back to bed. He just couldn't keep his hands off of her.

"Food and clothes!" she declared and escaped to start getting dressed. Gordon slowly dressed and helped her on with her homemade shoes. They stumbled into the hotel restaurant and ate. 

They wandered down the street and went into the first shoe store that they saw.

"Now's the time to throw those old shoes away," declared Gordon.

"No way! I'm keeping these as a memento of our first trek through the mountains."

"Okay but remember when you buy these shoes, you don't need ballet slippers. You need something rough for the mountains. Get some good hiking boots and some insulated boots for winter."

"Yes sir! Can I get a pair of tennis shoes too?"

"Sure, get anything you want. Just remember, we've got to pack it all up the mountain."

They spent the afternoon buying clothes for Charlene. Gordon bought a new pair of work boots and some t-shirts. They loaded it all in the car and took it back to the pawn shop where Emma stored it with the rest of his belongings.

"Ed said he'd be ready to go any time tomorrow," Emma told them.

"Thanks a lot Emma, you're a saint!" Gordon told her. "We'll stop by tomorrow before we leave."

They went back to the hotel and had dinner. Then it was up to their room. When they walked through the door Charlene grabbed Gordon and herded him toward the bed.

"Gimme them clothes," she growled.

"Take 'em," he growled back.

Charlene started tearing the clothes from an amused Gordon's body. "So, you've decided to rape me, eh?"

"Yup. Get out of those boxers so I can examine my prize!"

"Okay, but how about you? You've still got all your clothes on!"

"Not my problem!" she giggled.

While she was watching his boxers slide to the floor he grabbed her and threw her on the bed. She didn't put up much resistance as he slowly peeled her clothing from her wriggling body.

Gordon peeled her panties off and sniffed them. She laughed at him. "Why do men do that?" she asked.

"I don't know. It just seems right and natural. Now I'm gonna sniff the real thing!"

He jammed his nose into her pussy and inhaled deeply. Then he started licking. His lips pulled her hard little bud in and he rubbed it with his tongue.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh God, don't stop!! Gaaaahhhh!!" she screamed as she climaxed on his tongue.

She was still quivering when he slid his cock into her wet, throbbing center. "Oh yes!" she cried when she felt him enter her body. "Give it to me!! I want it all!"

He slammed into her as hard as he could and she begged for more. Gordon felt that good, good feeling way down deep in his balls. He thrust faster and faster. When he felt her cum on his dick, he straightened out over her and held himself in her, squirting her full of his juice. Her pussy pulsed around him sucking every last drop of cum from his nuts.

"Sleep with it in me tonight," she begged.

"I'll try but it'll probably fall out," he panted.

They went to sleep belly to belly with his dick firmly planted in her. It must have popped out sometime during the night because when Gordon woke up, she had a firm grip on it. It was already starting to swell in her hands.

"You know we can't do it all day," Gordon informed her.

"Sure we can, just call up the charter outfit and tell them we want to delay one day."

"Nope. Let's get it on and then we'll shower and get on the plane."

Her pussy was like a magnet. He didn't even have to look as he slid into her vagina. He quickly started making love to her and she happily massaged his cock with her willing pussy.

"You are so damned good, honey," he panted.

"You uh, uh, uh, uh too!" she groaned.

"I'm cumming!!" she squeaked. She felt his dick swell within her as he poured his love into her. She felt so good she almost cried. "I can't wait to get you in Las Vegas!" she moaned.

He lay down beside her, hugged her tightly to him and kissed her deeply. "I love you so much," he said. "Okay, let's go to Vegas."

The got up and showered. Bringing their sparse clothing with them in her new suitcase, they got in the car and she drove to the pawn shop.

"Hey Emma, where are we staying in Las Vegas?"

"You'll be in the Flamingo, honeymoon suite, first class, limo service and everything. The hotel will give you marriage instructions."

"Emma, you are priceless. Thank you so much," Charlene purred.

Charlene drove them out of town to the airport. She parked beside the charter service office and they went in. 

"Ed, you old asshole! How the hell are you?" Gordon greeted.

"Hey Gordon! I heard you managed to trick some honey into getting married. Is this the unlucky girl?"

"Yup! This is Charlene, my fiancée."

"Well, Charlene, how did this old man manage to trap you?"

"I'm not sure. The fact that he can breathe through his ears might have something to do with it!"

Ed laughed, as did Gordon. They headed for the Learjet parked on the tarmac. Ed loaded their gear into the airplane while they settled into the passenger compartment. Soon the whine of the little jet engines ripped through the Montana sky as the airplane clawed for altitude and headed south.

Charlene crawled onto Gordon's lap. She purred and kissed his cheek. His hands rested on her thigh. She dozed off. An hour and forty five minutes later Gordon shook her awake.

"We're coming in to McCarran. Strap yourself in."

The little jet touched down and taxied to the executive terminal. Gordon and Charlene got out. Ed unloaded their bags into the waiting limo.

"I'll be back in a week," he informed them. "You guys have a good time and congratulations!"

The limo took them to the Flamingo on the strip. They checked into the honeymoon suite. The concierge met them in the lobby.

"I understand that you want to get married," he said.

"That's right and we want to do it as soon as possible," replied Charlene.

"It's a little late to do today. How about tomorrow?"

"That sounds good to me," answered Gordon.

"Check with the concierge in the morning. He will direct you to the license bureau and give directions to the chapel,"

"Great! Thanks a bunch, man," Gordon replied and tipped him twenty bucks.

"Enough screwing around!" Charlene remarked. "Let's go do it!"

"Okay," Gordon laughed as they headed for the room.

Gordon carried her across the threshold and deposited her on the bed. "Don't move," he instructed.

He picked up the phone and said, "A bottle of Moet please. If you get here in five minutes, there'll be a big tip." She was swept off her back and into his arms. The doorbell rang. He carefully put her back on the bed.

The guy at the door had a bottle of Moet and an ice bucket. Gordon tipped him forty dollars. "I guess money talks!" he laughed. "Now we have to wait for the Moet to chill."

"Bullshit! It can chill without us. Drag your ass over here and give me what I need!"

"What is it, exactly, that you need maam?"

"Well, it isn't ice cold champagne. It's boiling hot pecker juice. It's mine and I want it now!"

Gordon looked at the beautiful young girl lying on his bed. He almost cried because she was just so damned lovely. Gently removing her clothes, he kissed her breasts and reamed her belly button with his tongue. His beard was buried in her waist as he slowly rubbed her. Standing up he quickly shucked his clothes and then suddenly was at her gate. 

She felt him slide into her center and bottom out deep within her. Her legs were around his back and he was on his knees between them pumping slowly in and out of her. She was moaning and humming a little tune, a smile lit her face as he drove through her soul. Their rhythm increased as nature once again swept them toward their reward.

"Do me hard Gordon, do me hard my love," she panted as he started to hump roughly into her. Soon she screamed, "Oh God yes!" and climaxed around him. She felt him stiffen and then his juices were flowing into her. She could feel every drop. "Stay on top of me, hermit man. I want to feel every inch of muscle."

Gordon lay sweating on top of her. She licked up as much of his sweat as she could. He felt her nipples rubbing his chest hairs. "I could die right now and be happy" he remarked.

"I'm afraid I can't allow that until after you're insured!" she answered.

"You realize this is your last night of freedom. Tomorrow you'll be Mrs. Hermit."

"I can't wait. Roll me over so I can fuck you again. After all it's your last night of freedom too!"

As her pussy flexed around his shaft she said, "I have a confession to make. I can't have kids. Are you going to be disappointed?"

"Actually, I'm not disappointed. That mountain is not place to raise a child. Besides, I've got you. You're all the child I need!"

She swatted him across the top of his head. "Just for that, I'm gonna fuck you to death!"

"Aren't you forgetting the insurance?"

"Oops, I guess I'll just fuck you until you pass out then."

"Go for it."

Eight o'clock in the morning found them in the coffee shop. The concierge gave them directions to the license bureau and as soon as breakfast was over, they headed for it. An hour later, license in hand, they were married.

"Take me back to the hotel! There is a honeymoon I want to attend," she declared.

As they got into the limo he said, "Anybody I know?"

"It's you and me babe. We've got six days left to try to kill each other. My plan is to pussy whip you. What's your plan?" she asked.

"I'm gonna find out if pussy really is no-cal. You will be my meals for the next week!" They were feeling each other up when the limo reached the hotel.

"Take me to our room and do your worst!" she ordered.

"Yes maam!" he replied as he carried her over the threshold. "We're overdressed," he observed.

They stood toe to toe and slowly stripped each other. Charlene rubbed his cock. "Do you see this cock?" she asked.

"Yes maam, I do."

"This is no longer your cock. It is my cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes maam," Gordon replied as he gripped her pussy. "This is no longer your pussy, it is my pussy and I'll do anything I want with it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my husband. Now that we have agreed on who owns what, let's get into bed and have our first married sex. Oooh! I can't wait!!" She tugged Gordon onto the bed and between her legs. He easily penetrated her hot, wet cunt. "Oh God!! I love you so much," she cried as he started stroking into her. Her legs curled around his butt. He squeezed her tightly into his arms.

"I love you Charlene. I'll never stop. My wife, my friend, my lover. You are magnificent."

They writhed together on the wedding bed. Soon she was calling his name. "Gordon, oh Gordon, do me hard!!" She clamped down with her pussy on his hard, hot dick and he pumped her as hard as he could.

"I'm gonna cum in you Charlene! Now! Now! Now!" He emptied his balls into her eager pussy. He felt her cumming around him. Her pussy quivered and sucked his nuts dry. She screamed, "Yes!! Yes!! Give it all to me!!"

Once again Gordon collapsed on top of her. She loved his big hairy body on her. She was squeezing him as tight as she could when he came to. "That is just so sexy! I love you hermit man!"




Hermit



"I love you too, hermit woman. Let's lay here for a while and later we'll order room service."

"Don't forget, we've still got the champagne," she said.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. It's probably chilled by now. Shall we?"

"Absolutely, husband mine. Open it."

They sat at the window overlooking the strip and sipped the champagne. The lights were amazing. "What now, my love?" she asked.

"We'll spend the next week driving each other crazy. Then we'll go back to the mountain and spend the next forty years or so proving that we are permanently attached to each other."

"I love a man with a plan," she whispered.



HermmmmmAfrodite



I've always been attracted to exotic women. The more exotic, the better. Well, the women in this place definitely qualified---more than I could have ever imagined at the time. 

I had been alone for quite some time since the breakup with my last girlfriend and I was out---I admit it—to get laid. 

And laid I did get, though not quite as I expected. 

As I had approached the woman at the bar I wasn't quite sure how I was going to try and pick her up. My natural self is rather submissive so picking up women is something I don't do often, rather all my girlfriends in the past picked me up. 

She was stunning!! 

She was at least 5' 10" tall with the most radiant long hair I've even seen going all the way to her knees and dressed to kill in an all leather outfit that matched her ebony skin tone so well she appeared nude even close up. 

As I approached this ebony Goddess I was actually quivering. 

Suddenly, she turned around facing me. 

"Something I can help you with little man?!" she intoned in a voice like silken honey. 

I stammered. 

I wasn't sure what exactly to do. 

"You do speak little man?" she continued. 

"Yes," I said. 

Unoriginal, I know, but she had me flustered. 

"Well what do you want?" She purred it out like a tiger---there was a hint of menace in her voice. 

"Y-y-y-y-o-u," I stammered some more. 

"Oh, really! And what would you do to have me?" It seemed a challenge as she said it. 

I just answered "Anything", not really thinking at the time. 

I hardly knew this woman but her condescending attitude and her obvious charms were enough to control any man, let alone little ol' submissive me. 

"Ok," she said and she took my hand and lead me out of the bar. 

It wasn't until we got outside that things changed. 

And quickly. 

She reached down, unzipped my pants in front of the bar, pulled out my cock and used it as a leash to lead me to her car. 

To say the least, I was harder than concrete, and ready for anything she wanted. 

She just cooed as she felt me hardening even more than I already was when she took control of me. 

I had no need for my truck. She lead me straight to her car in the darkest, most hidden part of the lot. 

"You want me love, then you will do exactly as I tell you, without speaking. Understood?" 

I nodded quickly not wanting to anger her. 

"That is a good little man slut," she said. 

"Now strip and be quick about it." 

Shocked, I hesitated just a moment. She grabbed my cock and nearly tore it from the root. 

"Now Slut!!!!" she hissed at me. 

The hesitation ended quickly and I was soon standing nude in front of her. 

I did not move, she moved around me viewing my body and feeling it all up like a piece of meat at a cattle auction. 

"I will make this easy on you slut. The rules are simple: you obey me and anyone I tell you to obey without hesitation or question. I am Mistress Dominique to you now. You have only one thing to say from now on and that is 'Yes Mistress Dominique'. Understood?" 

"Yes Mistress Dominique." I intoned. 

"Good slut. Now get on your knees," she said. 

As I got to my knees I realized just how natural it seemed to be. 

She blindfolded me, put ankle, wrist, neck and thigh cuffs on me and then linked them together in such a way that I was effectively hog-tied, but better than if she had used rope. I couldn't move at all. 

She was very subtly touching me, arousing me, as she did this. My member was rampant and sticking out for all to see, though I could not see anyone watching due to the blindfold. 

Mistress Dominique was stronger than she looked. She heaved me up into the trunk of her car, where, for good measure, I felt something long, thick and heavy inserted into my mouth and locked in the back. 

I was truly this Goddess's possession now. I could not move, talk or see. Whatever she had in mind for me I could not stop. Not that I wanted to prevent it. 

We drove for what seemed like hours, days even, but could have been only minutes in the mindframe I was in at the time. 

Eventually, we arrived somewhere. I was hefted out of the car and carried by more than just two hands someplace where it seemed even darker than behind my blindfold. 

Mistress Dominique spoke, "I am glad you found me attractive dear, but I have a surprise for you." 

My blindfold was removed and I was on the ground in what I thought was a room of mirrors---it wasn't!! 

There I was surrounded by Mistress Dominique. 

There were 5 of her!!! 

They were all at least 5' 10" tall with the most radiant long hair I've even seen going all the way to her knees and dressed to kill in an all leather outfit that matched their ebony skin tone so well that they appeared nude even close up. Upon closer inspection later I would realize that they all had a number as a part of a tattoo on their bodies. 

I was beside myself. 

It took me a bit, but eventually I realized something---that they were the 5 points of a star in a pentacle that had been drawn on the ground—and I was the center of the star. 

The pentacle, as nearly everyone knows by now, is a magick symbol. 

It appeared I was to be in some sort of ritual magick ceremony and, since there were 5 women and 1 man, me, I was guessing it was to be some kind of sex magick—very powerful indeed. 

If only I had known more I might have fought what was to happen. Or submitted more easily. Somehow, in this room, I was unable to think clearly. 

A mist rose from the floor and engulfed us all. It smelled sweet yet pungent at the same time. A very wet mist it felt as if it was raindrops falling on my skin, yet somehow sticky rather than wet. 

My cuffs changed location during the rising mist and I was now fully spread-eagle on what I was laying on. Suddenly I rose in mid-air. I must have been on something built into the ground previously but I did not know. It did not feel like I rose too far, but since I could not see with the mist around me I dared not move too much, even in the fog I was in mentally I knew that. 

Soon enough I felt something releasing my mouth and removing the piece that had been in my mouth to prevent me from speaking and it was then replaced---with a really hard cock. It was long, hard and insistent as it pushed within my mouth. 

I started to fight it. I tried to expel the cock from between my lips. I did not want this. Then Mistress Dominique appeared. 

"You said you'd do anything for me slut. Now suck that cock like you want to suck on a wet pussy love. Do it now or I will throw you out bound, naked and hard with lipstick on your cock in front of a gay bar," she said. 

What could I do? I had promised her I'd do anything to be with her. I could not go back on my word and not look bad, but this did not excite me. 

It seemed I was going to be persuaded though. Hands started massaging my entire body. A mouth went over my cock and started to deep throat me. 

Well what could I do? The more the mouth on my cock sucked me down and milked me the more that my own mouth opened and was therefore vulnerable to being skull-fucked by the cock in me. 

The mouth on my cock worked me hard and the one in my mouth was hard enough to fuck concrete to pieces and working on doing such to me, but this was just the start of things. 

I felt myself being lowered slowly, then the intrusion in my ass. 

Oh, noooooooooo!! 

I was about to have a cock in my virgin ass. At least I think it qualifies as virgin, the only time I've been fucked there was by two female Mistresses with strapons in a hotel room. One by one each fucking my mouth first then my ass, sometimes being fucked front and rear simultaneously, but that was over a decade ago. I guess I qualify as an anal virgin, at least until I have that man-meat buried in me. 

I did not feel any lubricant applied to me so I hope some was on his cock or this was going to be a very dry, hard and painful fuck. 

Now I knew what those women in the pornos felt when they were triple penetrated. Goodness, I felt like such a slut. Only a slut would do this. 

No, a slut would have a cock in either hand as well and be begging to be used. 

It seemed as if my own thoughts were betraying me as soon enough I had 2 more cocks, one in either hand. 

I was told to jack them well, but not allow them to cum. 

I now had a total of 4 cocks and 1 mouth on me. 

What could I do? As the mouth sucked me and kept me forever on the edge of cumming but not allowing me to do so I was involuntarily forced to suck and fuck. My hands needed to hang on to something as I was continually on edge and feared falling from my pedestal. Lucky for me I had two hard cocks to hold onto. 

I needed to explode. The cum in my balls was going to explode sooner or later and when it did it would be extremely violent. 

The mouth on my cock turned 180 degrees and then I felt a body over me. A cock going inside my mouth alongside the one already there. 

Something felt wrong though, this body laying on top of me had breasts, not male ones, but female ones, large, pendulous and heavy. 

A deep, low rumbling grunt escaped my lips that were then rewarded with a rather large load of cum from the first cock that was put there. The second cock was pumping harder as it felt the cum flood around it. 

The cock in my ass began pistoning in and out of me at a speed that must have been blinding and the mouths on my cock matched it. 

I could feel the need to release bad. I started to grunt as if I was going to, but that only caused my captors to put something hard and leather around it to stop it from doing so. 

"Sluts don't come before their owners," said a 2nd voice that was similar but not the same as Mistress Dominique's. 

"And you are indeed our slut now," said a 3rd voice similar to the 1st two voices. 

"How could he not be," said a 4th voice, "especially after making a video being such a slut sucking cock?" 

Oh, no! They had video of me sucking cocks? If this ever got out I would never live it down. I'd have to move or end up being used by whomever knew my secret just to keep it from the ones I love or, worse, just have to turn gay to explain it. 

"This is what you've always wanted slut," said a really deep, husky female voice, "to have the best of both worlds." 

I was trying to figure out that statement as the fog of my mind finally lifted and I realized the same 5 women surrounded me, but they had removed their panties revealing really large cocks. The same cocks that were inside me as some of them still were. 

Mistress Dominique had just been the honey pot to attract me. I had just been had by 5 hermaphrodites and been ridden really hard by them. 

The funny thing is it didn't bother me. These were not males with extra female parts, exactly the opposite was true. Each of these gorgeous women had 50DD breasts and they worked. One of them squirted me with breast milk, which was followed by the other 4 doing the same thing. 

Soon enough I was covered with breast milk. 

Then they covered me with their spunk as they all jacked off simultaneously on my cock, chest and face. 

I still had yet to cum myself, my cock and balls thought they might explode. 

I was turned over on the table and my cock inserted through a hole in it. I felt ten hands working me over as one. They kept me on edge until I was screaming in pain from the need to cum so badly. 

A sleeve took the place of all ten hands and was fitted to my cock all the way up to the root of it. Something started and my cock was suddenly being milked mechanically like a milking machine was attached to my cock. 

If I thought the torment before was bad this was worse. It felt sensual, erotic and painful all at the same time as I was milked mercilessly. 

My cock restraint was moved. I felt the slash of a flogger on my ass and then let out a scream as I came incredibly hard. 

A cock was inserted in my mouth to quiet me but I kept cumming as if I could not stop, as if I had no off valve. 

Indeed it seemed so. 

I then remembered that these were witches. Maybe they did something to me, but I could not stop. The machine became more and more tightly attached to my cock,I felt my cock being coaxed non-stop. 

When you cum that much though it becomes painful to keep squirting out the cum, but I couldn't stop. 

Soon enough the machine had several gallons of cum and it wasn't looking to stop anytime soon. 

"We just need enough to fill our bathtub," they said in unison, "we need to take a cum bath. It helps the skin, makes the pussy sensitive, our asses virginal again and our breasts bigger." 

I thought to myself, "How many have they done this too and do the ones that they do this to survive the process?" 

"Yes, they survive the process. We have done it to many in the past love. And we keep them all as they are not any good to anyone else after the treatment. It turns their sex drives too high for any one person or group to take care of it. So to protect the populace from such sexually deviant satyrs we keep them here as our own personal sluts," said the 5th woman. 

"Welcome to the slut club," said the women in unison. 

As I wondered what would happen to me, to my life, what my friends and family would do without me I realized it no longer matter. I could not live a normal life anymore I need sex and I need it too often to allow things like work and family to get in the way of fucking and getting fucked regularly. 

"Now, to make sure you are ours forever we need you to do one thing for us slut," said Mistress Dominique. 

I trembled at what that might be. 

"We need to do something to prove you are ours to others. You will be tattooed with a symbol of the five of us and the word 'slut' will be tattooed on you as well so others know how we use you. Also, if those who see the slut tattoo ask to use you you will accommodate them, understand slut," 

"Yes Mistress Dominique," I said, "I am a slut to whomever knows I am a slut." 

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! 

"You are correct slut, but you are only ever to say three words, 'Yes Mistress Dominique', clear," she said. 

"Yes Mistress Dominique," I said with my eyes downcast. 

"Good slut," all the women said. 

As the tattoos were put on me I felt myself, perhaps under their magical influence, becoming more and more horny as well as submissive. The woman tattooing me noticed this. I occasionally felt her hand wrapping around my body and feeling me up in the most erotic of places. 

"Slut, when this tattoo is finished I want to you to pay for it properly as any slut should—with your body—and pleasure your tattooist in any way she sees fit. Understood?" 

"Yes Mistress Dominique," I answered with the full knowledge I am a true slut. 

I am lead in the back to a private room whereupon the lady tattooist tells me to remove all of my clothes and then she locks them up in a vault. I am now stark naked, have a raging hard on I can't hide and am being sized up like a prize steer at a cattle auction—right down to having my cock and balls weighed in the lady tattooist's hand. 

"Slut," she says, "I want you to lick my pussy well or I will make sure that I sit in such a way to suffocate you rather than pleasure you," she says. 

I am forced to my back and my hard cock is now pointing straight up as the lady tattoo artist sits over my face and just out of reach of my tongue. 

"Ma'am, please let me lick your most beautiful pussy and please you well like the slut whore I am," I beg. 

As she lowers her clearly freshly shaven pussy to my mouth I prepare to service her to the best of my abilities. I start to lick even before it reaches my face in preparation for pleasing her. 

SMACK! 

I feel her hand come down hard on my new tattoo. The tattoo is the numbers 1 through 5 woven together in such a way as to be in the shape of a rampant cock and the word "slut" is clearly written as to indicate that I am their slut. 

My cock bounces as she slaps my ass and rides my face like a cowgirl on her horse—at a full gallop. My tongue dances in and out of her pussy hitting the clit then the g-spot at a wild pace. Her face, if her screams of pleasure are any indication, is probably twisted in a mask of ecstasy. 

My legs are pulled toward her at some point and I feel her lean down to suck my cock as she is riding me. I know I am not allowed to cum without express permission, but she is so good it is sorely testing my ability to withhold my cum. I can feel it boiling in my balls and the pressure is rather intense. 

It further increases as I am suddenly filled with the largest cock I could possibly imagine. It feels real, but whether it is or not, I am too far gone to care as I try to not cum, satisfy one woman and am filled in my ass as well. 

I can't believe that this scene is really happening to me. Here I am the most submissive, quiet guy you can imagine having a scene out of some porno and I am enjoying it in ways that would never have crossed my mind in all of my life before now. 

It amazes me that I am so readily turned into this complete slut for their pleasure, but somehow I know it seems right and that I will do whatever they command wherever, whenever and with whomever they command. 

My cock aches from its trials, my mouth from doing its slutty duty and still I beg for more. My ass is sore from being raped. Is it even rape at this point? Can you rape the willing? 

End of Part I