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Midwinter

By: Princess_Roflcopter



The world, cold and harsh, spread out below the peak. Mountaintops like blades of ice-covered stone, endlessly deep valleys where the sun had never shone. The sky above was dark and threatening grey, and the cold wind was a harsh as a knife through Apprentice Aversham's body. Aversham drew his robes around him, thankful for once that the academy required such a heavy and elaborate uniform from its junior warlocks, and trudged a few more steps through the icy snow.

In the lands below, where homes and temples were buried in drifts of snow, the people were huddled around their fireplaces acting out the midwinter festivals. Some of them feasted, some told stories, most of them prayed. It was easy to assume that the festivals had grown up simply because winter was so harsh and long there had to be some celebration just to make it bearable until spring. But the mages of the Hallowed Academy knew otherwise. The festivals had at their root the most crucial of rituals, ones upon which the cycle of life depended.

The mages said that every winter, the world died. And if it was not woken, then there would never be another spring. The mages had come to the mountain to wake up the spring, but they were old men. It was Aversham who had made the final climb to the shadow of the mountain's peak.

'Bastards,' hissed Aversham and he dragged himself into the lee of the peak, where the wind bit a little less. 'What do you expect me to do here? I'm just an apprentice, I don't know what the hell this damn ritual even is...'

He hauled the pack off his back. It was full of books, candles, sacred bowls and magic trinkets. Presumably in one of the books was buried the ritual he was supposed to enact. The elderly mages, huddled in their camp on the slope far below, had told him that Aversham carried everything he needed for the ritual with him, but there wasn't even enough light in the stormy twilight to read by.

The horizon was black with a dense, swirling blizzard. It slowly began to dawn on Aversham that he was probably going to die up there.

There was a crevice in the rock of the peak that looked like it might offer some shelter from the storm. More likely it would just become full up with snow and suffocate him, but in truth Aversham just wanted somewhere he could lie down and sleep while whatever happened, happened. He struggled into the darkness of the crevice, but there was no cold stone touching the hand he reached out. He fell, tumbling down a slick slope of rock, until he came to a rest.

It was soft beneath him. Soft and warm. The light was dim but Aversham thought he could see dark foliage like a forest around him, deep and green. It was fanciful thought, since he was at the top of a mountain in midwinter, but it was a good thought to fall asleep with.

Just as sleep overtook him, Aversham imagined that he laid his hand on smooth, warm skin, the flank of someone sleeping beside him. Then, he didn't imagine anything at all.

When Aversham awoke, he wasn't dead. He forced his eyes open and even the weak light around him was almost too much. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he didn't know where he was. He knew that he had been in the freezing cold, thinking about his own death – but it seemed he was very far away from that now.

There was grass beneath him, deep and mossy, as soft as a mattress. He was aware of heavy boughs hanging over him, laden with leaves. The air tasted fresh, like a forest after the rain, and he was warm beneath the many layers of travelling robes he had slept in.

Aversham turned onto his side, and his fingers brushed someone sleeping beside him. He froze in surprise. There was someone in there with him. He turned his head and saw the other person was lying on their side with their back to him, curled up on the soft grass. It was a woman. Aversham's eye followed from her shoulder to the curve of her waist and the gentle rounding of her hips. She was naked. Her skin was pale and flawless, like sapwood, and her hair was green-black and feathery like fern leaves. 

Aversham reached up and touched her hair. It was as soft as down. He stroked it and leaned forward – her hair smelled like virgin ground, deep and earthy. He rested his hand on the elegant curve of her shoulder and stroked down the long slope to her waist, then ran it up the rise of her rump. 

She made a sound, little more than a breath. She was just waking up. Aversham withdrew his hand, but the woman didn't seem alarmed to be waking up next to him. Slowly she turned her head and Aversham saw her face. She was quite astonishingly beautiful. Her skin was perfect and her face long and sorrowful, with delicate pouting lips and high cheekbones and brow. When she opened her eyes, she was complete. They were of the most brilliant green, and they seemed to light her up.

Her lips parted, as if in recognition. In spite of himself, Aversham touched her cheek. Her eyes closed and she took a short, sighing breath.

Aversham's throat was dry and he was hard beneath his layers of robes. There had been experiences before – though the Academy kept its boy and girl students separate, they still found ways to meet up and engage in breathy fumbling to relieve the tensions and educate themselves about one another. Aversham knew what a woman's skin felt like against his own but it had always been brief and stolen, and he had never seen a creature as beautiful as the woman who shivered so slightly at his touch. Her hand touched his hair, which was normally short but which had grown long during the weeks of the expedition to the mountains. She was looking at him the way he must be looking at her, with a mixture of wonderment and curiosity. Her eyes settled on the heavy dark robes he wore and something like disappointment came over her brilliant eyes. 

She turned her eyes to the ceiling of the cave and rolled onto her back, stretching out her body. Aversham knew he should look away, but he couldn't. She breathed in deeply and her breasts rose, not large but firm and shapely, topped with small dark nipples that contrasted with her pale skin. Aversham's eyes were drawn down over her flat belly to the curve of her hips – she was slim but healthy, her body a wonderful smooth hourglass. Aversham couldn't help glancing at the delicate, hairless fold of flesh between her thighs. 

The woman stretched her arms over her head, waking up from her long sleep. Aversham saw the cave in more detail now, as if her waking had brought more light to the place. It was more a clearing than a cave, carpeted in deep mossy grass with the green, willowy trunks of trees forming the walls. Branches, pendulous with foliage, hung over them, closing so the ceiling could not be seen. The greenery had a lush, elaborate feel to it, like life run riot.

The woman rolled so she was facing Aversham. Her face was close to his now, and he could barely look away from the light of her eyes. Her hand touched his face, stroking down over his jaw to his neck. She deftly untied the leather thong that fastened his cloak at his throat. The cloak slipped away and she used both hands this time, undoing the buttons on the first layer of travelling robes. Aversham did the same, fumbling with the buttons and fastenings. The brutal midwinter on the mountain had required countless layers, and it was with great frustration that he struggled to get out of them.

Finally, the woman's hand touched his skin. He flinched at it, but she did not pull away. She drew the many layers open so his chest and stomach were bare, and then pulled herself close. Aversham felt her breasts against his chest, her firm nipples, the rising and falling as she breathed. He put an arm round her and bathed in the scent of her hair. Her lips brushed against his cheek, then against his lips – gently, as if she was afraid of scaring him. He ran his hand through her hair and pulled her close, her lips against his. She opened her mouth slightly and they lay there for a long moment.

Her hand reached down to his loins. Aversham thought for a moment that she would recoil at how hard he was, but her hand closed around his cock, stroking him. His lips came away from hers and he gasped at her touch. 

She kissed him again, lightly, like an echo. Then he was looking into the brilliant green of her eyes as she stroked him. He put his arms around her and held her close as he felt the heat rising in his loins.

He hadn't realised how close he was. It happened almost by accident. Before he could pull away from her it was too late and he was climaxing, the hot, sweet release too strong to hold back. He moaned as her hand flitted over the crown of his cock and back down, and his seed pulsed out over her hand.

She didn't stop, until every drop was squeezed from him. Aversham's long, sighing breaths had left his throat dry and he swallowed as he looked at her, thinking he should apologise for being unable to hold back. But she smiled gently at him and kissed him again on the forehead, rolling away onto her back again.

Aversham had never seen anything as beautiful as she was then, her fernlike hair mingling with the deep grass. He shrugged his travelling robes off his shoulders and pulled himself out of them, wishing he could just make them dissolve away. He wanted to be close to her, forever, to feel her skin against his as if there was nothing else in the world. 

He knelt beside her and placed a hand on her breast. Her nipple was firm, like a berry beneath his palm. He kissed the place between her breasts and heard her take a tiny breath. He kissed her lower, down towards her taut belly. He ran his hand down her side, and it rested on her thigh. He felt her tremble, very slightly. He was already hard again, the feel of her skin almost too much for him to bear. Aversham had never wanted anything as much as he wanted her that moment.

Her thighs parted for him as he kissed her below her navel. She pulled up her legs so she was exposed. She was smooth between her legs, and Aversham was filled with the scent of her. It was dark and earthy, the smell of life itself, pure and deep. He kissed the delicate lips and she sighed again, then again as he ran his tongue along the soft petals of flesh.

She tasted wonderful. He began to lick her, gently, running his tongue between her petals along the tenderness inside. He delicately parted her with one hand, opening her up to him, and he slid his tongue further between her lips.

She was trembling now beneath him, her fingers touching his hair. She was making tiny, secret sounds, her breath catching. Aversham slid his tongue up to the tiny, firm nub nestled among her petals, lapping his tongue over it. He felt her shudder at that and tense up very slightly, her most secret place suddenly vulnerable. But the moment passed and she yielded beneath him, and he sunk deeper into her. 

He tongued her for a long time, drowning in her taste. She was wet now, and his tongue glided over her. She was groaning gently, arching her back off the grass as, moment by moment, her control ebbed away. Aversham slid a finger between her lips and began to move it in a rhythm as he flicked the tip of his tongue over that tiny firm point. She moaned louder, unable to stifle the sound as Aversham took her past some point of control and she writhed beneath him suddenly. Aversham kept up the rhythm, slower and then faster, marvelling as she gasped in time with him. The scent and the taste were wonderful.

She cried out loud now, her sex tightening around Aversham's fingers. She bucked where she lay as control left her. Her hand drew Aversham down into her so his tongue was pressed hard against her sex and he was buried in her as she finally gave herself up. Her breath caught in a sob as she climaxed.

Her cries died down to moans. Aversham withdrew his fingers and licked at her again, the delicate flesh slick under his tongue now. The tension left her and she lay back again, Aversham kissing her sex and the insides of her thighs, tasting her again. 

He was hard again, and he couldn't keep himself away from her. He slid up her body, feeling her firm nipples slide across his chest. He kissed her neck, feeling her moan gently as she angled her hips to let him enter her. With one hand he guided himself in, and she tensed very slightly as the crown of his cock pushed past her wet lips. She put her arms around him, and kissed him, making tiny secret sounds as he began to slide himself in and out of her. He couldn't have held back if he had wanted to. The only thing he wanted was to be inside her, closer than close, the taste of her still on his lips as she rocked her hips in time with him.

He felt himself building up again, the hotness in his loins too much to bear. He kissed her cheeks and throat as he sped up, wishing he could sink into her so they could become one. She held him close and gasped as he pushed ever deeper, ever faster, his back tensing as the hot itch ran down his cock and he reached the point where he couldn't pull back.

His passion released itself inside her. Aversham moaned out loud as the heat flooded out of him. He felt her thighs tighten around him as he thrust into her, a final dozen strokes. He had never felt so close to anyone, he had never felt so perfect as when she pulled him tight against her as he gasped out the last few moment of climax.

They lay there in each others' arms for a long time. Aversham bathed in the smell and the taste of her as she lay back. He loved the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, the beat of her heart as he lay his head on her chest. Her fingers stroked his back gently and slowly, they fell asleep like that. 

It was movement that awoke Aversham, and he lifted his head from her to catch a glimpse of what had moved overhead.

Aversham could see the boughs of the plants around them becoming dark and heavy. The cave was dimming as well, the light becoming a dark green glow. Foliage curled outwards, weighing the branches down, as the grass became lusher and deeper beneath Aversham.

The growth was rampant. The woman stirred as the grass curled over her, white flowers unfurling around her, the grass mingling with her long, ferny hair. She spread herself out, stalks wrapping around her fingers, leaves uncurling over her beautiful pale body. She looked back at him as she sunk into the lush green carpet, her eyes flashing one last time as she smiled at him, and was gone.

Aversham reached into the grass but he couldn't find her. The cave was becoming dark around him almost too dark to see. He rummaged through the grass and found his clothes, struggling into them as flower stems twined themselves around his legs. The branches above him were hanging low enough to brush his head. He felt around until he found his bag of books and trinkets, and struggled against the enclosing foliage as it threatened to engulf him. He pushed through the branches and leaves until they gave way, revealing the entrance to the cave. He tore at the stems as they thickened, forcing his way out. He ducked out of the cave just as the dark greenery closed completely, and the cold winter air struck him again.

When Aversham emerged from the shelter of the mountain's peak, the storm had gone and the sun was shining, almost blindingly bright on the mountaintops. 

'Clever,' said Aversham to himself. 'You clever old bastards.' The wizards had told him he carried everything he needed with him. Of course, they hadn't meant mouldy old books or magical trinkets. They were all old men, far too old to complete the ceremony that the beautiful young woman in the mountain required. So they had sent Aversham, knowing that he could do what they could not.

So for another year, it was done. The following year the life would die again, and someone would have to come to the cave to wake it up and help bring the new year into being. Aversham knew better than to hope it would be him again.

As Aversham prepared for the long hike back down to the camp, he heard a distant sound, like thunder over the mountains. But he knew it wasn't thunder, because the storm had passed.

All along the mountain range, the winter ice was thawing. 

Midwinter Weekend Pt. 01



-Edited by Gustavca

Iceland. Although I've always been fascinated by its landscape since it reminds me of my hometown in Quebec, I never thought I'd go there. I also never thought I'd go for free! Lincoln and Kate's young business got its first major deal a couple of months ago with a big firm here in Iceland. Somehow they managed to transform their all-expenses-paid four-person trip into a ten-person one. Guess the businessmen were really satisfied with them!

So here I was on Friday night, sitting in a very nice business class section for a long overnight flight. We were not consigned to tight rows everywhere, but had a few meeting tables set with seats around them. And if the plane wasn't packed, there were more than enough people to prevent us from acting out some of Nella's fantasies. 

Having sex with the risk of being discovered is certainly something we liked and enjoyed a few times at and since Midsummer, but the thought of doing it in a cramped and smelly airplane bathroom isn't as interesting as we imagined. 30 minutes into the flight Nella went there to "scout" the place, as she said it, but came back shaking her head: "I love you very much, " she whispered in my ear, "but I'm not going to fuck in there! Argh!" We found out later, us and quite a few other passengers, that Kate wasn't as reluctant. 

Since six months ago, our sexuality matured and expanded at an astonishing rate. We were not eighteen year olds, nor were we new lovers, but Midsummer opened even more doors than I had believed at the time. In addition to forging intimate bridges between what were already good friendships, the magic transformed our own couple. Some of our whispered fantasies were acted out and others, which we had thought absolutely private, were now being whispered during sex. 

For instance, Nella now indulged my curiosity about anal sex. I haven't penetrated her yet, but I love to feel her tremble when I let my finger and sometimes even my cock slip and rub against her anus. As for Nella, she asked me if I'd like to role-play some of our sex like we did when she pretended to be Hope and I pretended to be Lincoln. Some of those moments were merely fun and light, other times it was thrilling and overwhelmingly intoxicating. 

Sexual contacts in public were also a more common occurrence now. Some of the regulars at the public pool, gym and even coffee shop must have seen a bit more than they expected on a few occasions! I also even dared to buy Nella a few toys for her birthday in October. The expression on her face when she opened her gift and saw her very first dildo, a clone of my own erect cock, was very funny. Surprise, a reflexive embarrassment, then a smile that grew into a grin and she looked at it and recognized the shape. When she found the second, smaller dildo, she looked at me puzzled. "You think I need to stretch with this one before I can use the, well, your clone, or..." and then she found a play on words that would stick for a long time, "your Will-willy!?"

We both laughed at the name she had given to my clone, but as I shook my head, the purpose of this smaller one dawned on Nella. A week later, we both had a mind-boggling orgasm as she was riding me in the cowgirl position, with my very real cock in her pussy and the smaller dildo inside her ass. All in all, even if nothing happened within our group these next few days, our last Midsummer weekend has been wonderful for our sex lives. But honestly, if nothing special happened in Iceland, I'll be really disappointed with our friends. 

Looking around, seeing all the familiar faces of those special friends, it was clear that they had changed too. That last summer weekend really forged something new, and now our previously open group was private and closed. Since then I've thought about giving us a name: Midsummer Club, Midsummer Gang or Midsummer Tribe... nothing fit. And now, since we were going to share a Midwinter weekend together, maybe I should explore something in the line of Solstices Crew! Looking around, then, we all seemed like regular friends going to a wonderful getaway trip in Iceland. Looks can be deceiving. 

Hope, with her fiery mane and very pale freckles on her face, looked up from her book, winked at me with a hint of a smile and subtly pulled her shirt tight against her spectacular breasts. She had managed, somehow, to remove her bra and it was pretty noticeable. You just can't hide such freed breasts, breasts that are way too pert to be so large. Both her nipples were hard and erect, pushing large projections through the thin fabric. Her husband, Connor, wasn't around. Then again, I don't think it would have tamed her excitement. Or perhaps hunger was a better word. 

Golden Eleanor looked like she was taking a nap, but I could see barely noticeable signs that she was actually masturbating. She looked like a cat in a warm blanket, moving very slowly, languishing under the pleasure. She too had chosen to wear somewhat revealing clothes. While not as generously endowed as Nella or Hope, Eleanor's breasts were still a delight, especially now as they rose and fell with her movements and her cleavage had a nice rosy flush. 

Kate had a conservative top over a very short skirt with her brown hair tightly bound on top of her head. When her vivid blue eyes noticed I was looking at her she smiled and twisted in her chair. She was sitting at one of the tables with Marcus and Timothy, and she turned until she was directly facing me. Then, out of nowhere, she pulled a Sharon Stone on me by slowly crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her flawlessly bald and beautiful pussy appeared and disappeared making my mouth open involuntarily. 

Finally, sitting right next to me and looking straight at me, Rinette was simply twisting one lock of hair tightly around her finger, wafting her balsam scent around. Nothing more. The athletic beauty, tall, thin and lean, looked perfectly innocent. I was, in fact, the only person that could decipher her ostensibly innocuous act. You see, since that last Midsummer weekend, we all kept in touch in the usual electronic ways. In addition to these, some of us also sent actual paper letters to the others. Being a writer I was the most prolific of the bunch, and sent letters to the five women in our group, including Nella. In one of those I told Rinette just how wonderful I thought her hair was. 

She had a thick mane of very long, very black and very straight hair. Combined with her equally black eyes and darker skin all year round, she believed she had Native American blood somewhere in her ancestry. But regardless of the incredible genetic mix that created her wonderful body, I wrote to her about a little fantasy I had about her hair. I dared to tell her I would like to feel one of her locks wrapped around my cock at one point in the future. Looking at her now, twisting and untwisting her hair around her finger, it looks like my fantasy was well received. 

Rinette didn't get any special treatment in my letters. The four others also knew pretty much how and what I felt for them, and I shared some of my fantasies with all of them except Kate. While I liked her a lot and she was clearly enjoying our group's enhanced friendship, she and I never had the chance of developing something special. Maybe the Sharon Stone act was a sign things were going to change this weekend? 

Oh... So little did I know. This was Midwinter after all. 

We all should have known, in the end, just how intense this weekend was going to be. After all, there was no way things were simply going to be like our weekend six months ago; at the end of that fated Midsummer we had all slept with at least one person who was not our significant other. Also, the six months since have not been spent in shame and regrets. In addition to the emails, phone calls, letters and sexy Facetime sessions, some of us met a few times. I still don't know how Nella and I spent a day and night at Eleanor and Timothy's house, including a late night fully nude jacuzzi, without fucking each other crazy. They'd been happily married for years, yet the Midsummer magic was working its way deeply between our couples. In the guest room, just before we left, Eleanor and I had a moment alone. Before I could even speak or think, Eleanor was in my arms, kissing me. Deeply. 

We had shared a few wonderful kisses months before. Soft, quiet and full of love. This kiss was something else entirely. Eleanor was burning up. We pulled back from the kiss when we heard Timothy moving in the next room, but didn't release the hug until Eleanor whispered, "Forget what I said last Midsummer. I want you inside me, Will. It was all I could do not to stare at your cock yesterday in the jacuzzi... Was I obvious?" she finished with a grin and turned around clearly not expecting an answer. Five minutes later I was in the car with Nella and was doing my best to appear normal. She never asked questions, but it turns out it wasn't because I was a good actor. She was in fact trying to do the same thing as I was. That night, back in our home and bed, we shared our very first secrets. We laughed as we discovered how we both were in the car, but everything was fine afterwards. But as for what the others did since Midsummer, this Iceland trip was going to be a watershed of revealed secrets. 

In the plane, looking back at my wife Nella, we shared a long look. During the preceding week we had talked a few times about this weekend and what it could mean. In fact one night, just after an hour of great sex, Nella dove into the subject. Lying on her back, still breathing hard, her glorious, voluptuous body covered in sweat, she said, "So, Iceland... Anything goes again?" She kept her serious face a few moments longer before exploding into laughter. While we didn't finish this conversation with a serious version of that idea, the notion that "anything goes" wasn't completely discarded. On the other hand, I still believed that our last Midsummer was the pure manifestation of our special friendship, and couldn't be topped. Well...

Even now, in the plane, as Nella came to sit next to me, it wasn't yet clear that this weekend was going to be anything less than a full acceptance of what had been growing for years between us all. At least it wasn't clear for me. 

I don't know everything that happened between Kate, Marcus, Rinette and Lincoln during the last six months. I know that both couples became very close because of the business, and I know that Kate and Lincoln had a thing going on since Midsummer. Beyond that, I had no idea. Rinette was currently sitting on my left on the window side, with Nella on my right next to the aisle. 

A few minutes after criss-crossing her legs for me, Kate got up and walked up to us. She wanted to say something to Rinette and after trying to bend down forward enough, she looked at us, smiled and shrugged. In that very short skirt of hers she climbed over Nella and me and leaned close to Rinette to whisper something in her friend's ear. My nose filled with her vanilla perfume, I had her knee between my legs and didn't quite know where to put my hands. Nella saw something else though. Bent on all fours, Kate's skirt was riding very high. Nella moved half-out of her seat and turned slightly towards me to hide Kate's exposed ass from the other passengers. Doing so, she suddenly realized she had her face inches away from that very nice ass and, I'd imagine, pussy. Nella blushed, then looked at me, shaking her head with a faint smile. 

Unable to resist, I leaned in and listened to what Kate whispered, "Rin, can I ask your boyfriend to fuck me in the bathroom?" Rinette's laughter exploded, but it was manifest that it was a laugh of surprise and not nervous shock. Kate then managed to untangle herself, gave a quick kiss on Nella's lips and whispered, "Enjoyed the view?" and then left to grab Lincoln. Surprised, Nella turned to look at her go not understanding what was happening.

Rinette turned and looked at me, laughing again at the expression on my face. "Listen, Will..." she said in a whisper. "It's not their first time, and I know it won't be their last. Let's just say that our Lughnasad party was quite a bit wilder than usual." Lughnasad was the name of the first of the celtic harvest festivals. It wasn't celebrated much in the West these days, but we decided to revive it this year since Midsummer had been so... fun. When she saw that I couldn't think of anything to say and was quite shocked by this information, she turned around to get a better look at me. "Will, what do you think is going to happen this weekend?" she asked me with a sweet smile.

"I suddenly have no idea," I replied, as Nella was still looking back at Kate and Lincoln.

"Ha!" Rinette half-laughed. "A simple writer's block or are you getting scared?" With a naughty smile, she twisted a strand of her hair around her finger again. "Why do you think I did that five minutes ago?"

"Well, I..." Taking a deep breath, I said, "Are you telling me that if I were to ask you to actually do that with my, er... biggest finger, you would?" 

"Ah! Ready to try me? Ready to ask?" 

I didn't reply to that and simply laughed. Nella, on the other side, turned around and wanted to know what was going on. I turned to her and whispered, "I think this weekend is going to turn out a lot wilder than we thought."

"I know, love, look across the plane..." she said, indicating Eleanor. 

She wasn't alone anymore. Still reclining under her blanket, her eyes closed, she was now listening to something Connor was whispering in her ear. A few minutes later, as we all three watched her, she climaxed right there in the plane. She even managed to do it in perfect silence. Not Kate, apparently. A few moments later, a single note, a very clear moan, filled the cabin. As we tried not to laugh, we noticed that most people looked up and turned their heads around towards the bathroom. Lincoln came out first, very composed but red faced from exertion. Kate came out later, just about as flushed, and was, for once, embarrassed. Apparently it was one thing for her friends to know, but quite another for the whole plane. 

As she sat down a few rows away, Nella and I shared another long look. I could see in her eyes that a decision had been made, but still she leaned in and whispered, "I love you, Will. Are you ready for this?"

"Nella, I'm ready for anything as long as we do this together. Anything goes?"

"Anything goes!"

Leaning back against my seat after an intense kiss, I took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself. Rinette leaned forward and said to Nella, "Looks like your writer isn't ready to see all his fantasies come true in a single weekend!" They both laughed and I tried my best to look offended. In the end I closed my eyes, smiled and placed my left hand on Nella's thigh. I then did the same thing on my right. Rinette was wearing what seemed to be her favorite pants: tight black spandex leggings. The feeling of her thigh brought back memories of that special car ride, months ago. As my hand moved higher and higher until my little finger was nestled against her pussy, I kept my eyes closed and grinned. I have no idea what kind of look the two women shared as I started relaxing, but a few moments later they both leaned back in their seats. If, outside, the sun was setting on a glacial winter, inside a fire was starting to grow. To grow and roar. 

Many hours later, in the deepest part of the night, I was awakened in the best possible way. Nella was giving me a very nice blowjob. I grinned, barely awake, and brought my hand down to her head. When I felt the blanket over her I opened my eyes and suddenly remembered we were in a plane with lots of other people. My grin deepened and I slipped my hand under the blanket. I guided her head a few minutes and couldn't resist reaching her one accessible breast. 

Even through her shirt and bra, Nella's breasts were a delight. Nella is voluptuous, a woman that couldn't be mistaken for a girl or a man even in the worst clothes and lighting situations. Her breasts are, perhaps, slightly bigger than pure proportion. That meant that even in this cramped place and awkward position, I had more than enough flesh to massage and caress. Looking around me I couldn't see much as the lights were mostly off. 

"Hello, sleepy head!" said Rinette, still sitting next to me, "Enjoying your sleep?"

"Hmm hmm," was all I could manage right now. 

"I've been charged with a very special task you know." 

"What? A task? What do you mean?" I asked, still foggy from sleep and pleasure. 

"Oh, I can't tell you right now," she smiled cryptically. 

It suddenly dawned on me that I was talking to Rinette, one of my strikingly beautiful friends, while my wife was giving me a blowjob. And somehow it felt normal. It wasn't normal at all, not by a long shot, but clearly we were already entranced by Midwinter. Suddenly grinning, Rinette got up, turned around and knelt on her seat to talk to Marcus behind us. If I still had my doubts about solstice magic, I was convinced in a single instant: moonlight, black spandex and Rinette's ass. Bent forward like she was, it was a perfect moment. Or at least I thought it was. 

When she saw me gawking shamelessly at her, she didn't say a word. Instead, she arched her back downward against the seat and pushed her ass out. I think I gasped aloud. Rinette was laughing softly and she began moving her hips from side to side. Still sleepy and intoxicated by pleasure, I didn't even think of refraining from touching her. I placed my hand directly on her ass and squeezed as if she was my wife and we were alone. She wasn't, and we weren't, but it didn't matter. I had had a first quick touch during our geolocating game, and nothing but good stares since. 

As my right hand, still warm from Nella's breast, freely roamed all over that magnificent ass, my left hand moved between her thighs until my fingers touched her pussy again. This time I didn't simply touch. I caressed. If my right hand hadn't made the fact perfectly clear, my left would have; Rinette wasn't wearing anything under those tight pants. Her pussy already felt warm, but as I kept going it became positively hot. Being sucked and devoured by my loving wife, all the while masturbating our friend and feasting on her ass, I was buzzing with pleasure. 

When someone sat down on the seat behind me and I heard Nella asking Rinette how it felt, it actually took me a second before I realized that something was wrong. When Rin whispered: "Hmmm, damn good Nella..." I smiled, happy to please. Then my brain caught up with the contradictory information. Nella was giving me a blowjob, so she couldn't be sitting behind me. Yet since she really was behind me, grinning widely, it meant that...

As soon as I lifted the blanket on my lap, Eleanor's blonde head pulled off of my cock, turned around and moved up to kiss me. Kiss me with another of her deep kisses. In a whirlwind of sensations I tasted her lips, her tongue, my precum and was overwhelmed. Breaking the kiss, she said, "Gods, I've been fantasizing about this for a long time, Will..." and with that she dove back down, engulfing my cock once more. Back up, beside and behind me, Rinette and Nella were laughing silently.

Rinette whispered, "Nella, does Will still believe that the men in our group are in control of what's been happening since last summer?"

"Looks like it, doesn't it?" Nella replied looking at me with a twinkle in her eye I was starting to recognize. "I think it's going to change this weekend..." 

My own self-control was slipping, but my last fully conscious act was to reach up and grab Rinette's waistband and pull it down firmly until it lodged mid-thigh. My hand moved back up her thigh and I resumed caressing her directly. Twisting my hand around I soon let my middle and ring fingers find her hole and gently pushed up. Once sheathed, I curled my palm until it molded itself against her mound and clit. Rinette laughed again, a different kind of laugh this time. 




Midwinter Weekend Pt. 01



I'm pretty sure Rinette and Nella share a kiss as I sped towards and reached my own climax. I'm not a hundred percent sure because I closed my eyes and enjoyed this wonderful climax. My hand on Eleanor's neck, I felt her move around, sucking and licking me until I filled her mouth with my cum. She drank it all as she slowed down, trying to find a good rhythm as my pleasure turned into hyper-sensibility. I could feel Rinette pushing and twisting around and against my palm and fingers, and guessed that she came a few moments after mine. By then I was drinking in all the pleasures, both outer and inner, and wasn't aware of all the specifics.

When I squeezed Eleanor's neck twice she stopped, kissed the head of my cock one last time and rose up. Eleanor kissed me again, a powerful taste of sperm on her tongue and lips. It was strange, new and surprisingly intense. Reclining in my seat, surrounded by three wonderful women, I simply abandoned myself in the magic I had tried my best to deny. It existed, I was entranced by it, and it couldn't be any better.



Midwinter Weekend Pt. 02



*****Edited by Gustavca

The night in the plane made some things very plain. There were not going to be any awkward moments so long after Midsummer, none of us regretted anything, we had all grown and sexually matured since and were essentially even more open than we had been. In Iceland, during Midwinter, we were all going to reap what we had sown during the last few months.

These realizations explain why, right now, on this sunny Saturday morning, I'm sitting in a five-star suite with 5 individual rooms, complete with a glorious view, completely at peace with what I was about to do. On my left, stunningly visible through the floor to ceiling windows that run from one wall all the way across to the other wall, stand some of Iceland's wonderful mountains, hot springs and skylines. But that's not why the view is glorious. Right in front of me, sitting in a chair next to the fireplace, Rinette just removed her towel and sits gloriously naked, winking at me. 

This may require some extra explanation. First though, there's the question of why Eleanor and I didn't get to spend the morning together. The answer: skiing was just about the only thing that would make all the others in our group get up early. It wasn't all pretty. Most of them looked like they had spent the night in a gutter instead of a 5-star Icelandic resort. So very early this morning, despite the few hours of good sleep, nearly everybody left to hit the ski slopes. I say nearly because I didn't go. I hate skiing. Funnily enough, Hope doesn't like skiing either. When they all left, the jokes were barely veiled. Hope was only half-awake, standing like a Celtic goddess in her green tank top and panties, her hair looking like a wild firestorm around her head. Rinette, anxious to get to the slopes, said, "I wonder who's going to be more exhausted by the end of the day us, or these two." 

We all laughed. The attraction between Hope and me last Midsummer had been the spark that lit the entire sexual weekend and changed everything between all of us. Nella even joined in the banter. We had talked about what could happen during this midwinter weekend. In the end we agreed that, essentially, anything could happen. So there was really no question that as soon as Hope and I were going to be alone, we were going to rip off what little clothing we had on. 

Surprisingly, though, nothing of the sort happened. It became quickly obvious Hope wasn't in the mood to rip anyone's clothes. She simply stood there by the table, her back to me, looking outside. Although my blood was pulsing in my veins, I realized that something was off. Trying my best to ignore the curves of her hips, ass, belly and the sides of her breasts, I walked to her. 

As soon as I touched her shoulder she turned around, buried her face in my shoulder and started crying softly. A few minutes later we were sitting down next to the fire, her body securely hidden in the robe I fetched for her. 

"I'm not cold, Will." she said when I gave it to her. 

"I know, I replied, it's not for you..." More than a little of her passion flared in her eyes when she understood why I brought the robe. 

For the next hour or so, we talked about an incident that had ripped her family apart a few weeks ago. One of her uncles had been revealed as a pedophile. Hope and Connor were not even supposed to come to Iceland because of very important Christmas traditions. "This year nobody really feels like celebrating what's obviously a children's holiday...," she told me, now in control of her tears. 

After a long, but very companionable, silence, I suggested we go and take a walk outside. She declined, but decided to go alone after a bit. "I may end up at the springs... Don't wait for me, but if I'm not back before the sun sets, come and fish me out!" she said with a grin. If there's something that has been constant in her life, it's her passion for baths, jacuzzis and now hot springs. Just before she left, she kissed my cheek, then my lips for a much longer kiss and said, "My dear, don't misunderstand me. I still wanna fuck you before the week-end is out." Hearing her laughter as she walked down the corridor made me smile. Thinking about what she said made me laugh. 

Two hours later I was making a sandwich when I heard noises outside the main door. As I was walking towards it I heard someone unlock it. I felt a sharp pulse in my belly. Hope must be back and feeling better. In a split second fantasies started erupting in my mind. But for the second time that day, those fantasies of Hope were frustrated. When the door opened, I saw Lincoln and Connor half-carrying Rinette inside. She was obviously in pain, crying and cursing as the two men carried her to her room. 

When Connor came out, leaving Rinette with her husband, he was smiling. Surprised, I asked, "Why are you smiling? Isn't she hurt?" 

"Well, yes, she's hurt alright. Her pride took a hit!" Connor laughed. "Actually, she's mainly frustrated that she won't be able to ski anymore... A sprained ankle is not fun, but it's not all that bad either, unless you're planning on skiing!" 

A few minutes later, alone with Connor, I told him what had happened with Hope. 

"How is she?" he asked. 

"Not so bad, considering..." 

"Good... I'm hoping that this week-end will help her get some distance from it all... Shitty business."

Soon after that Lincoln came out with a half-smile. Sighing, he wished me luck with Rinette and her temper then left with Connor.

I knocked on her door, "Are you alright in there?" 

I heard her long moan, "NO!" As I entered her room, she was drying the tears on her face. She was wearing long woolen thermals, was sweaty and her normally flawless black hair were a tangled mess. 

"Let me look at that ankle, Rinette." 

"No need, Will. It's not that bad. It's been an hour since my fall and it's only slightly swollen."

I hid my smile from her and said, "Well, hop in the shower, it'll do wonders..."

"What? Now you're saying that I'm an ugly mess?"

I started laughing but saw that she was just about to start crying again. "Oh come on, Rinette, get a hold of yourself! Yes it sucks for your skiing, but there's plenty of things to do around here. Come on! Up!" I managed to pull her up and helped her undress to her underwear. With a small smile she said that she would be ok from here. I got out of the room and made sure the fire was still alive in the living room. 

Half an hour or so later, Rinette came out of her room, wearing nothing but a towel, tightly wrapped around her torso. Her long, magnificent legs were completely exposed. It took me an extra second before I managed to tear my eyes away from her legs. Hobbling to the chair in front of mine, she grinned. She then paused as if remembering something. 

"Will," she said as she was sitting down, "you're a great masseur... Would you mind massaging my ankle?" 

"A great masseur? You've never had one of my massages!" I said, a smile on my face. "No need to make false compliments!"

"It's not a false compliment!" she said, a different kind of smile on her face. 

I didn't understand, trying in vain to remember when I would have... until I saw her wink. Delicious memories suddenly came flooding back. 

About three months ago, Nella, Rinette, Lincoln and I took a long weekend trip to the Appalachian range. We had long hours to kill in the car and all day long we would switch drivers and places. On the way back Sunday night, I ended up in the back seat next to Rinette. She was wearing, as she had all summer long, very short shorts. She had teased me with them, consciously or not, all weekend long. It was pretty dark outside and I couldn't see much. Somehow, even if I had spent hours looking at them in the sun, I was still drawn to them in this darkness. 

As Nella and Lincoln were chatting in front, we were quieter. She seemed to be fascinated by the moonlight in the clouds, so I could simply stare openly at her thighs. At one point she began caressing her left leg with her hand, the one closer to me. Her caresses became massages, and suddenly she slipped one of her finger under the tight hem of her shorts. Surprised, I looked up and she was looking at me with a huge grin on her face. I had been caught! I froze when she called Nella, "Nella, can you pass me my iPad please?" She laughed silently at my reaction. On her iPad she wrote, with her finger "Wanna touch?" When I looked back up, she was still smiling, and she winked. 

That wink, the only time she had winked at me, was what I remembered now as she was asking me for a massage. I laughed out loud with her and took a deep breath. In the car, I had spent nearly an hour caressing and massaging her thighs, and as we were closing on our city, Rinette had slipped her hand down her shorts and panties and caressed herself until hitting a perfectly silent climax. 

Now, I had no idea what was going to happen. Kneeling in front of her, it was obvious that my massage made her feel better, just as it was obvious this was not just a massage. From time to time, as she adjusted herself on the chair, I could see her pussy peeking from beneath her thighs and the towel. At one point, as she turned around to reach for her cup of mimosa, she deliberately opened her legs wide. I mean, completely wide. I stopped massaging her and simply stared at her wonderful pussy. Her lips were perfectly shaven, but above them Rinette kept a patch of dense, trimmed black hair. Her pussy, besides being beautiful, was also obviously wet. 


As she turned back and closed her legs, I said, "You know, it's kinda worse if you keep your towel... I get peaks at your, er... perfectly shaven, er..."

Rinette laughs at my comment and replies, "What? You've seen it before!"

"Well, yes, but not quite as clearly..."

"Ok then!"

And as simply as that, she grabbed her towel and threw it on the floor. For an instant I closed my eyes and laughed, "I was kidding!"

She laughed with me, then asked, "Well, is it easier?"

I took a deep breath, basking in her glory, and shook my head. She was as lean and tight as I remembered. Her breasts, while small, were still nicely formed, full despite her very low body fat. She probably could, if she wanted to, pose for fitness magazines. She was tall, beautiful, great long hair and a fantastic body. Kneeling there in front of her, I felt my blood heating up, and didn't know how long I could "simply" massage her. 

"Are you serious, Rin? You really want me to continue my massage while my face is inches away from your pussy?"

"Of course, Will! You have no idea how nice it feels to have your hands all over me — all over my ankle!"

"Right... Your ankle!"

We both laughed as I tried to resume the massage. The fireplace was very hot on my right side, but Rinette was glowing right in front of me. Soon enough, the entire room filled with silence as we shared only glances and smiles. I felt sweat on my brow. 

"Will, you're hot. And overdressed. Why don't you join me?" 

I looked up, unable to repress a grin, and said, "Because you're way too hot yourself!" I took a deep breath, thought about what I was about to say for a second, and went ahead anyway. "Rinette, if I get naked right now I can't guarantee that I'll be able to, well, to remain a perfect gentleman." 

"Who said I wanted a gentleman?" she said, taking another sip of her strong mimosa. "In any case, gentlemen don't simply finger half-naked women in a plane packed with people!" We both laughed at that. How quickly things could change. Fantasies could turn into realities, "Also, I've been talking to Hope for the last few months, and, frankly, I'm jealous..."

The look we shared then lasted only two seconds. Three at most. Even though our last Midsummer had ignited something that had been steadily growing for the past few years, we were not quite at a point where we could just all fuck around. Not all of us anyway. Yet those few seconds changed that for us. And later for the others as they learned about it. The plane had been an incredible overture, but my Midwinter weekend was beginning right here and now.

In a very soft voice, Rinette said, "Let me get more comfortable on the floor." Slowly, keeping a hand on my shoulder to prevent me from getting up, she rose from her chair and, very slowly, turned around. Rinette knows that she's beautiful, knows that some men love her small breasts. She also knows that her lithe and lean silhouette attracts even more stares. But most of all, she knows that her ass is her main asset. 

Right now that main asset was inches away from my own face. I could smell the soap she had used in the shower, a faint trace of the smell of her own skin and that elusive balsam fir scent I always associate with her. In the long seconds she took to move away, my face felt as if it was being pulled, as if by some strange gravity, towards those marvelous cheeks. Her golden skin, slightly dark even at Midwinter, was flawless. No pimple, no beauty or birth mark, no tan lines, no hairs, no stretch marks, nothing... Pure womanly flesh, firm, taut and mouth watering. Now I love breasts. I love big breasts. I've been a breast man most of my adult life. This morning was going to change that once and for all, although I was not going to emerge from the weekend as an ass-man. Rather, I became a breast or ass agnostic. 

I watched, entranced, as Rinette managed to gracefully lay down on the thick carpet despite her ankle. Her feet were pointing towards me. I was given a gift that morning. While Rinette was as different a woman from Hope as one could imagine, she nevertheless gave me the impression that I was near something more than human. While Hope had looked like a succubus from myth this morning, Rinette looked like a nymph. From my vantage point I could see the triple curves of her calves, thighs and buttocks all in line. It was an amazing sight which would stay burned into my memory for the rest of my life. 

I got up, my eyes never wandering, moved the chair away and undressed completely. To say I was erect was an understatement. I was painfully hard. Yet as I knelt above her calves, Rinette turned her head around, "Oh my... That's a very nice cock... But, I really want you to keep going." 

Before she turned her head back, I saw her grin, and then saw and heard her laugh. "Oh... you're going to get it Rin!"

Moving back away from her mesmerizing ass, I resumed my massage, this time on both her ankles at the same time. I poured more oil on her calves, and started to move up. Slowly. Then again, my eyes were glued to her ass, so time had little meaning. Soon my hands were just below her knees as I kept moving up. The smoothness of her thighs was a very nice surprise. I knew Rinette was strong and in very good shape. Yet it didn't diminish the softness of her thighs at rest. As I rotated my hands from the inside to the outside of those thighs, I could see her ass cheeks were beginning to follow my motions. 

As slowly as I was able to manage, I climbed up not expecting any objections. There were none. Finally, my fingertips were grazing the apple of her buttocks, the fine line between her thighs and ass. I was still doing my rotating motions and this time her cheeks were fully parting. Her pink lips, without a trace of hair from this angle, were literally glistening with her juices. I knew, without a doubt, I was going to bury my face between those cheeks with my tongue also buried into her pussy. 

But not just now. I could have. Rinette was even starting to arch her ass upwards! But there remained one last step. I placed my hands right next to her cheeks, with my fingers on the inside of her thighs. Then, in one fluid motion, I moved my hands up and rotated them outwards. Slowly, wonderfully slowly, I felt my hands discover, then cover, then master both her cheeks. Rinette was completely relaxed and her flesh yielded to my hands. I could see it molding itself around and between my fingers, and the slow peak of a flesh wave in front of my hands as they moved. As my rotation was nearly finished and my fingers moved closer to her hips, my thumbs slipped from her thighs to her pussy. Shamelessly, without any hesitation, I placed each of my thumbs on either side of her long pussy, and kneaded it all the way up. 

As soon as I started, her clit gently being squeezed, Rinette took a deep breath and arched her entire back upwards. Pushing back against her with my hands, I kept my thumbs moving, releasing her clit. Agonizingly slowly now, I let my thumbs slip up and up toward the base of her pussy. As her labia receded, I reached her hole and let one of my thumbs graze it. Rinette shuddered all over and once more arched herself upward. Yet I resisted. "Wait for it, my leggy nymph..." She half groaned, half laughed as my hands completed their rotation. When I fully grabbed her ass with both my hand, she slowly rotated it from side to side slowly. I was in heaven. 

I slipped my hands back down to her thighs and began again. This time I let all my fingers touch her hole and pushed one of my thumbs inside her. As I did, Rinette took a sharp intake of breath while pushing her ass towards me. Somehow I managed to resist the impulse to finger her more deeply. I placed my hands on her thighs again and repeated the process. Yet this time, although she moaned softly, Rinette clearly didn't react as much. When I did it the third time though, I saw goosebumps all over her skin as she pushed her ass against my hands. 

And suddenly it clicked. Her trigger wasn't exactly her pussy. As I pushed my thumb was partly inside her, my fingers were grazing against her anus. When I did it again, this time not even touching her pussy, but applying more pressure on her anus, Rinette reacted intensely. She moaned very loudly, then laughed nervously. Seconds later, when I deliberately placed my thumb on her asshole, she said, " Oh Gods..." My eyes widened in surprise. The woman with the most wonderful ass in the world just told me she wants her anus caressed, teased and played with. 

Suddenly I was looking at the divine offering in front of me very differently. Between those cheeks, nestled in the middle of that glorious ass were two jewels. The first, her pussy, I had already seen, felt and enjoyed. It was far from over, but still... The second one, her asshole, was now the object of my attention. 

Breathlessly, I whispered, "Really?" 

She replied in a little voice, "Gods yes... Well, I'm not sure I'm ready to go all the way this morning, but..." 

It was obvious Rinette was nervous. She didn't turn around to look at me and I could barely hear her murmurs. I said, just as softly, "Rin, you're giving me an unimaginable gift. Just this massage, right here right now, even if nothing else happens. I'm profoundly in your debt, so don't worry."

"Well, honestly, I hope that you're going to be profoundly into something else soon!" After we both laughed, she continued, "But you don't understand... I've never, well Lincoln isn't really into... not at all in fact..."

"Shhhh..." 

She didn't need to say more. It was obvious Lincoln, the clean freak, wasn't into anything like anal sex. I, on the other hand, have been fascinated by it ever since I saw Eleanor getting deeply ass-fucked by Timothy. Nella and I fooled around with the idea. She let me caress her asshole a few times as I just did with Rinette but nothing more. 

Back to the present. My hands and fingers still reveled in the luscious, small but positively feminine flesh of Rinette's ass. That my fingers now regularly grazed her asshole was now a given. I had been given a rare opportunity and I was not going to miss it. I slowly bent forward towards Rinette, until she opened her legs to give me some room. I was now down on the carpet, my torso between her knees and my hands still locked on her ass. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the line between her thigh and right ass cheek. When my tongue parted my lips and tickled her skin, Rinette shook. 




Midwinter Weekend Pt. 02



"Do you know how long it's been," Rinette said after a long sigh, "since anyone kissed my ass?"

"Do you know how many men would weep hearing you say that?" After a pause I lifted my head and asked, "Seriously? Lincoln doesn't even want to kiss it?"

When she turned around to look at me, she had a strange expression on her face. "Well, sometimes, a few pecks here and there... It's just not his thing."

"I can't believe it... It's as if I didn't want to kiss Nella's breasts!"

She laughed at my comment and said, "Hahaha! I know! Even I want to kiss Nella's breasts!"

"All you have to do is ask her, Rin!"

She groaned and smiled, then closed her eyes as I sucked as much of her buttock into my mouth as I could. "And before I was with Lincoln," she added between quick breaths, "I was too young and didn't let my boyfriends go too far..."

"Enjoy this then, my dear friend. I know I will!" 

"I will too..." 

"Do you know what I plan on doing?" I asked, smiling. 

"Well, I have a pretty good idea!" she said laughing. "But, again... maybe not all the way this morning?"

"I didn't forget, Rin. Don't worry. But that's not what I meant. Do you know what I'm planning to do?"

"Not so sure..."

"I'm going to eat your ass. Not kiss or nibble your buttocks. Right now I'm planning on eating that delicious asshole of yours until you and I have had our fill!"

She moaned, laughed softly, then stopped sharply as I flicked my tongue directly on her anus, "Oh my Gods! You're crazy!" 

I laughed, and said, "You have no idea!" 

After that, I buried my face between her cheeks, pulled her buttocks against my cheeks with my hands, and began eating her asshole. I was a complete novice but it was obviously working. Within seconds Rinette was moaning loudly, pushing her ass against me and moving around wildly. I kept at it for as long as I could, then had to stop to breathe! As I bit, kissed, sucked and licked at her buttocks, she whispered urgently, "Again! Go again, please!" I was grinning as I dove back in, just about as thrilled about the situation as she was! "Don't stop, don't you dare stop!" I could barely hear her, flabbergasted as I was by the whole thing. My tongue was darting all over her anus, licking and poking. Slowly, between her spasms of pleasure, I could feel her muscles relaxing more and more. 

After another breathing pause, where I roamed and claimed as mine her wonderful ass, I dove back in and felt my tongue going in a fraction of an inch. Her sharp intake of breath was all I needed. Even as she was saying, "Will, you don't have to—" I was diving back in, pushing my tongue as far as it would go. For a second or two, Rinette kept her muscles taut and I couldn't get in. But then she released a big sigh and relaxed her muscles at the same time. 

My entire being was buzzing and my mind felt like I was in some narcotic trance. I felt my tongue push its way as far as it could go, and it reminded me of the moment I lost my virginity. I could distinctly feel every minute sensation, all the while I was reeling with the overflow of it all. It was my first rim job, Rinette's too, and I was blessed to be doing it to the most amazing ass I had ever seen. After a few minutes she was fully relaxed and I even felt her fingers grazing my cheeks to grab her own cheeks to pull them apart. 

Still fully relaxed, her muscles opened up even more and I was shivering with pleasure overload. It's strange just how sexually excited, thrilled and overjoyed I was all the while my cock was just about forgotten. Slowing down my assault I began to twist and turn inside her as much as I could, pushing her rim slowly up, left, down and right. I lost all track of time and honestly don't know how long I remained locked on and in her ass. When I felt her fingers tickling my chin, it took me a moment to understand. When her moans turned into screams of climax. It clicked she was simply pushing herself over. 

Her climax was just as wild as our shared morning was. "Fuck me!" she screamed right through it. After a last roll around the rim of her wonderful anus, I pulled up and lay upon her. Her hand guided my cock against the lips of her burning hot pussy and I impaled her on my cock. It took me ten seconds. Maybe. I was laughing like a madman as I felt my cum rising. "I'm about to—" 

"Do it, I'm on the pill... Oh, Will, fill me with your cum!" 

I happily obliged. My climax was a mixture of pain and pleasure, very sharp and quick. 

As I/my climax was winding down and my blood began to slow down, I felt Rinette's hands on her ass, spreading her buttocks apart. In her well lubricated hole, the feelings were still glorious. I pulled myself up, still squatting above her thighs, and slowly moved in and out of her pussy. Looking down, I could see my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, and her pink anus relaxed just above.

I was lost in those sensations when she simply said, very softly, "Do it..." My eyes shot open and I looked at her. Same words as before, but clearly different. Her head on the side, she looked at me for a second and winked. Looking down, I saw that she was not spreading her ass to allow me a deeper access to her pussy. She was giving me her ass. 

For a long while I thought that either Eleanor or Nella were going to be the first women I would assfuck. And it would have been absolutely great. I loved both of them, and there isn't any doubt in my mind that it would have been a moment to remember. It was not to be. Instead I was, in a matter of seconds, going to discover this delight with Rinette and her legendary ass. 

If the blood in my cock had started to recede, that process stopped completely. As I looked down, pulling my cock slowly out of her pussy, I could see her fingers moving between her pussy and her asshole, lubricating it. I let a big gob of spit fall right on it and spread it around with the tip of my cock. "This is insane...," I whispered. 

She laughed beneath me, then arched her ass and opened her cheeks to me. One last time she repeated, "Do it Will!" 

So I did. 

At first I stayed upright and pushed my glans against her hole. I had climaxed just a few minutes ago, but felt like I'd never been harder in my life! Slowly, gently, I pushed in and saw her anus opening to me. Using her moans to gage my speed I took my time. Yet as soon as I felt her muscles contracting around the tip of my glans, I knew that it would be sheer torture to not push further quickly. 

As if guided by some instinct I leaned forward, placing my left hand on the floor and using the other to keep my cock steady. It didn't need any help. As I leaned forward her anus swallowed my entire head, clamping hard behind it. I didn't move until I felt her hand relaxing against my thigh. Pulling myself back up, I let another gob of spit fall on my cock and pushed in again. The sight of her stretched asshole covering and accepting my cock was hallucinating. 

"Come down against me, Will." As soon as I did, she added, "Get in, get in... deep." 

Inch and inch of my cock slipped right into her ass. Lubricated with my spit and her copious juices, my shaft slipped into its delicate nest until it couldn't go any farther. The last inch seemed a bit more painful, but once again I felt her relaxing her muscles. 

"Take me gently, but take me..." She took a deep breath of surprise as I wrapped my hands around her shoulders and pushed my cock into her. The sensations were wonderful but very different from what I was expecting. The first inch of her depth felt really tight, but the rest was relatively loose. Perhaps looser than her tight pussy had been. Despite everything, her ass felt delicate, fragile and deliciously feminine. I was expecting something rougher, grittier. Not at all. Even though I had just been into the core of her femininity minutes ago, this felt even more intimate. She was vulnerable. While I could have pounded her pussy into the floor earlier, there is no way I was going to do the same thing with her ass. Maybe one day, maybe... 

Right now this utterly naughty and taboo act felt like something intensely private, intimate and precious. Rinette was holding one of my wrists in her hand, and was kissing my own hand softly. For most people sodomy was something bad, akin to domination and linked to rape and humiliation. Right now though, as her delicate sphincter was firmly clamped around my shaft, I didn't feel like I was dominating her. Instead, she had allowed me in, letting me be the first to take her last virginity. Looking at her, our eyes were as locked together as our position allowed. 

Yet, despite all of this, instincts were instincts. A bell seemed to ring in my head when Rinette, no longer simply still beneath me, pushed her ass up against my movement. We both saw, afterwards, that I had bitten her neck at this point, when the rhythm changed. I didn't start to assfuck her like in some porn flick; I think my long, prolonged strokes worked best for the both of us. But the intensity certainly shot up. After pulling her ass cheeks apart one last time she wrapped her hands around mine again and turned her head so I could kiss her. It was very strange. This mixture of tenderness and wickedness, that some would even call immoral and depraved. 

I was pretty sure I could have said "I love you" to Rinette right there, and she would simply have smiled. And to my complete surprise, I did. Between two kisses, it just came out. She grinned, and said, "I don't know how to take this, Will, with your amazing cock taking my anal virginity right now..." We laughed together in this overwhelming and bewildering moment. Despite the silence, my crazy outburst didn't ruin anything. The tenderness and kisses simply resumed and our bodies knew exactly what we wanted. 

For the second time in something like twenty minutes I was cumming, filling another of Rinette's holes with my sperm. Torn between the urge to push as deep as I could into her and the very special compulsion that kept my movements gentle, I experienced a unique climax in this virgin anus. And was met with something very similar. Rinette didn't start buckling as if her entire world was being rocked, but her orgasm seemed to be deep and intense nonetheless. The idea that she had had a new climax was probably just as intoxicating as the pleasure itself. 

We disentangled ourselves slowly, and lay on our backs next to each other for a while. Turning on to her side and propping her head on her hand, Rinette looked at me with a huge grin. "You're crazy, Will, you know that?" I simply smiled, still trying to regain full control of my breathing. "If I didn't know just how much you loved Nella, your little declaration would have ruined a perfect anal deflowering." I was still smiling, but I was definitely less comfortable. With her other hand on my chest, she shook her head with a smile. "Don't worry, my love... I understand what you meant." After kissing me, she said, "Also, well, Eleanor and I talk about a lot of things..."

It took me a few seconds, but I understood. "What?" I asked, shocked. "She told you about that?" 

Laughing, Rinette replied, "Oh, my dear... Men always underestimate the amount of secrets girl friends actually share. Of course she did!" 

"Well, well... First Hope tells you about my sexual prowess, and Eleanor about this... Can I hope that I still have a few secrets?" 

Leaning against me, she kissed me again, before pulling back. Loudly, clearly, she said, "I love you too, Will... Don't misinterpret my earlier silence. I had your thick cock up my ass you see, I was a bit distracted!"

We laughed together, and spent a few moments in silence. Still looking at me, she added, "I think we all love each other. Our crazy Midsummer group. And now it looks like Midwinters are going to be something special too, aren't they? Solstices group now, maybe?"

"I sure hope so!" 

"Oh my Gods!" she said loudly, exasperated, "Can you stop using the word Hope all the time?" 

"What?" I asked surprised. 

"We know you love her too, would love to fuck her again too!"

"I, well, I wouldn't, — oh fuck it. Of course I'd like to fuck her again!" I blurted out, laughing with her. 

After a while, I sat up and helped her up as well. "Do you know what?" she said as she thought of something. "I didn't even get to wrap a lock of my hair around your cock. Oh well.... Just one more thing to do before we go back home!" I laughed with her, shaking my head in disbelief. But she wasn't done, "Wanna take a bath with me, Will? I really need to clean up." 

I was grinning when I replied, "Sure. But do you really think that I can take a bath with you, clean every inch of your skin and not fuck you again?"

"I certainly hope not!"



Midwinter Weekend Pt. 03



Edited by Gustavca

*****

Note: Don't be alarmed, but someone else has taken control of the narrator's seat for this story...

As I came back from the slopes, I found my husband Will comfortably sitting between a half naked Rinette and a very quiet Hope. None of them had heard me come in. They were on the huge leather couch, enjoying the glorious view, and while they had more than enough space, both women were right next to my husband, hugging and leaning against him. Amos Lee's "El Camino" was playing adding the perfect touch to this very mellow, late afternoon. It's strange how a year ago I would have freaked out about seeing these three so close. "Oh, Midsummer..." I thought with a smile. 

Bending over the couch I kissed Will on the forehead, and did the same for the two women beside him. I pulled a chair and sat in front of them. Hope's smile confirmed what I had seen; something was off with her, and I didn't know what. Maybe Will could fill me in later. Or just fill me. Marcus' quickie had been fun and all, like teenagers behind a huge rock on the slopes, but in the end it had left me with a desire for something deeper, more intense. Marcus was the first guy I'd had sex with beside Will for a very long time, and the thrill had been amazing. On the other hand, while first times were thus intense, they were not all that satisfying. 

Sitting right there in front of me, next to Rinette with whom he had obviously shared something special today, my love and lover was now gazing at me. I had just fucked another guy and he was grinning like a cat with cream on its whiskers, but we were both at peace with this utterly strange situation. Heck! I was even eager to hear about his day with Rinette!

And so, when Hope and Rinette got up to greet the rest of the group, I walked to Will and straddled him. As he buried his face between my breasts, my flimsy tank top pulled away, I whispered, "Can't wait for you to tell me what you did to Rinette's ass..." He looked up, surprised and even managed to look innocent for a few seconds. Laughing, he asked me how I surmised that he had fucked her asshole. It was my turn to be surprised, as I'd meant "ass" in a more general way. I knew Will had been curious about anal sex for a long while and, while I truly wanted to experiment with him, I may have been overly cautious and reluctant. As he sucked one of my nipples in his mouth, I bent forward and whispered, "And with the world's most amazing ass..." 

We laughed together before he replied, "I don't care about her ass now... I already ate that cherry. If you don't pull away from me I'll eat both these cherries here, and then fuck you on the carpet in front of all our friends..." 

I couldn't control my reaction, and Will felt me trembling at this idea. He stopped nibbling at my breasts and looked up, this time really surprised. "Well..." I began, hesitantly, "You're always saying that I look like a Goddess. I know that most of the women here find you very attractive, and I'm pretty sure we could give them a show they'd remember for a long time."

When I felt his cock surging beneath me and saw that intense look in his eyes I knew so well, I couldn't quite believe just how close we came to actually doing it. From across the room Hope, who had clearly snapped out of her curious mood, said, "Hey Nella! There are three guys here who can't take their eyes off your breasts and if you don't cover them they'll pounce on them like hungry leopards."

"What makes you think I wouldn't enjoy that?" I replied grinning, but still gazing into my husband's eyes. 

"Well, OK then, I'll pounce on them myself!" was Hope's quick reply.

"Now you know that I'll enjoy that, then!" I barely had enough time to finish my reply, since Hope was already running and pouncing over the back of the couch and me. 

In a tumble over Will and me, Hope's mouth replaced Will's and we all laughed and fell on the floor. Flushed and still laughing, I reached into Hope's thin top and squeezed her own nipple. Shocked, she paused and looked at me, "Oh, you little devil!" But as she was ready to pounce again, Will grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her. If, in the process, he ended up with his face in her own cleavage, I'm sure that was completely accidental. Hope's "Hmmm..." as she placed her hand behind Will's head, made the rest of us laugh again. 

When she looked at me again, I could still see traces of her mellow mood and decided to kiss her forehead again. In this incongruous moment, with my top completely pulled down around my waist, my naked breasts exposed and my husband's face buried between Hope's breasts, I nevertheless seized the moment and whispered, "If you wanna talk, I'm here, my darling." 

She smiled quickly, then took a deep breath. Louder, she said, "Pull your little pet away, Nella, or else my husband will see him and be all jealous and furious!" 

Looking up, I saw Connor right there, grinning and shaking his head. He was, of all the men here, the least jealous, and Hope knew it very well. Will said a quick "Yeah right..." as he undid yet one more button of Hope's top. I pulled him off and held him against my own breasts. As we untangled ourselves and sat back on the couch, we fell into a comfortable silence. 

In small groups the rest of our friends came back to our suite around seven or eight, in time to see the sun setting on those remarkable mountains. The food in this hotel was absolutely delicious and we decided to stay here for our feast. Afterwards though, Marcus and Tim really wanted to go down to the lobby and we all gathered there around the spectacular fireplace. Pulling a number of large leather chairs and sofas close, we managed to create a relatively intimate space for us. 

For an uncanny moment a silence settled on us all, as we looked at each other. This Midwinter was not a remake of our Midsummer weekend, but rather a sequel. As intense as that magical meeting had been six months ago, this was even more. It seems that our group wasn't satisfied with this magic, but wanted more. The moment lasted no more than six or seven seconds, until smiles and, later, laughter broke it. Yet those seconds were all that we needed. It was, in fact, our group's "Whatever happens." crossroads. 

I'd had some of those with Will and I'm convinced that the others had as well. Those precious and silent seconds were our tacit understanding that we had moved beyond even Midsummer. None of us were seated next to our spouse or partner, and it felt just right. Will had told me about his morning with Rinette after my shower, and I'm pretty sure that Lincoln had heard about it as well. That too was right. It was now obvious that we were more than five couples now. A lot more. 

As if we still needed help to prove it, the drinks pushed us all over the edge. It started innocently enough. Connor asked Rinette why she was smiling so broadly despite her injury. Grinning like that cat with cream on her whiskers, Rinette said, "Well, sometimes we discover things better than skiing..." Surprised, as everybody knew just how much Rinette loved skiing, they tried to get her secret out. After a while Rinette simply said, "Well, it's a pretty big secret... Maybe if some of you guys share some of the things you did since Midsummer..."

There was a slight pause, as we realized that Rinette was once again making sure that we had as few secrets as possible. 

Hope, as usual, boldly broke the ice. "Well, well... I'll go ahead first. You guys remember the last Samhain? I'm pretty sure I was not the only one fooling around, but I really did put my costume to good work." For our very Celtic halloween, Hope had disguised herself as a German beer maid complete with a blonde wig as well as a very low cut blouse and push-up bra. 

"I don't know if the blonde wig was responsible, Hope continued, but I did notice that Lincoln couldn't quite keep his eyes off me." Everybody laughed as Lincoln's face turned bright red. He was smiling, though, and so was Rinette. Clearly, most of us had decided that honesty was the only way our couples would endure our Celtic magical intoxication. "Towards the end of the night I managed to pull him into a room and asked him if he wanted a beer, all the while pulling down my blouse. I then knelt down in front of him and removed my bra. He was looking at me with his face as red as it is now, and his eyes big." 

We were all quiet listening to Hope's story, especially since she kept her voice low in this public place. "When he reached down to take the beer from my hand, I said that it was not for his mouth. I don't know how he managed to pull his cock from his costume so fast, but anyway a second later he was dipping it in the beer. And another second after I was the one tasting the beer..." As Hope sat back down and grinned, we laughed and Tim even hooted, slapping Lincoln on the shoulder. "He then spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between the beer, my breasts and my mouth. I was getting dizzy with the beer and he was turning even redder. In the end, he didn't cum in the beer, or on my breasts..." Hope finished, licking her lips with her eyes closed. 

As we realized just how 'honest' this evening was going to get, Tim cleared his throat. "Well, it's not as dramatic as Hope's story, and I guess none of the others will be anyway—" 

But he was cut off by Rinette, "Wait for it, my dear... Wait for it." which made us laugh again. 

Tim resumed, "Ok then. Well my little secret happened soon after Midsummer, and at the time it was thrilling. Nella and Will were visiting and our time together had been really fun. Minutes before they left, Nella and I ended up together alone on the porch. She had her back to me as she was finishing packing her stuff. I walked behind her and placed my hands on her hips. She turned her head, smiling, saying nothing. I slipped my hands higher on her waist, and bent down to kiss her shoulder then neck."

Looking at him, I was smiling deeply. He continued, "Then, as I kept kissing and nibbling her neck, I moved my hands up again until they were both trying to grab as much of her breasts as possible." I heard Lincoln and Marcus both groan at the thought, and looked at them, laughing. "It was really amazing... Thanks again, Nella!" Tim finished, a bit flustered by his admission. 

"It was my pleasure, Tim," was my simple reply. 

Will took his turn next, telling a story with Hope. "Ok, my secret happened three weeks after Midsummer, when this was still completely new and bewildering. When I found out that Hope was going to pass through our town with no time to visit us, I prepared her a couple of gifts. I called her and asked her to meet me at our local bookstore, right next to the highway. There, sitting at a table in the very public cafe, I gave her a book of erotic tales of voyeurs and exhibitionists and my second gift, a special dildo."

"Doesn't Hope have enough dildos already?" said Kate, laughing. 

"Maybe she does," Will replied, "but not like this one. What makes it special is the fact that it's a very exact copy of my own cock." A couple of the women 'oooh'ed' at that. "That same night," I continued, "I got an email from Hope with a single word, 'Wonderful'." 

Hope stopped Will and said, "You're missing something, Will, or have you forgotten?" 

"I have not," Will said. "Before leaving, Hope leaned forward and whispered, 'I'm not wearing any panties...' before pushing my little coffee spoon to the floor. As I bent down to grab it, Hope opened her legs and I can officially state," Will said, using a very official tone, "that she was not wearing any panties." 

I added, talking to Hope, "Well, since we have a matching pair of those dildos, maybe we could do something fun with them sometimes..." 

Rinette and Eleanor said at the same time, "I want one too!". 

"Oh, will you stop focusing on my cock!" Will said, a little flustered. 

But Hope wasn't swayed. "My dear, we'll stop doing that as soon as you stop focussing on our breasts, asses and pussies!" she said with a wink. 

As the laughter died, a few people got up to refresh our drinks. During that time, Eleanor walked up to me and asked if I'd ever used my dildo clone and Will's real cock at the same time... 

I said, "Nope, not yet... I'm still waiting to try that little fetish of yours. But..." after a thoughtful pause, "after seeing Rinette's smile, I'm tempted to try it sooner than later."

Eleanor didn't understand the comment about Rinette, but she smiled. "Don't waste more time, Nella, do it soon! The experience of having Tim and Connor's cocks inside me at the same time at Midsummer was a real mind opener..." 

As Eleanor left, I got up and gave Will a good long kiss. I then whispered, "Soon, my love, very soon..." Will was already aroused and keyed-up from our stories, and now I could guess that he was getting hard as he shifted on his seat. 

As I sat back into my seat and took my new glass of brandy from Connor, I began my own little tale. "When Hope and Connor came to help us with our fence, we had a little, er, meeting. Will and Hope were outside, looking at the fence and at Hope's devilish red bikini." Hope, across the table, raised her own glass and smiled. "So, as they were busy and Connor was in the shower, I came in and offered to wash his back. When I was done Connor turned around, his cock as hard as those fence posts, and he was looking at me. Or, rather, at my breasts. Connor then knelt and sucked my breasts like a very large and muscular baby. A very hungry baby!" Everybody laughed at that. Connor was the biggest and most muscular man in our group, yet also the gentlest. Not quite a baby, but...

"When he got up," I continued, "his cock slapped against my pussy and we both froze for a moment. Then, after a quick kiss and the start of a handjob, I said, 'Maybe later, big guy...' and I left him there to, well, finish up." 

As Connor and I shared a look and smile, Lincoln then said, loudly, "Lucky bastard with those breasts of hers!" And everybody laughed again. 

Kate took the next turn and told us about her footsie fun with Tim. "We were at a huge picnic at Eleanor and Tim's, with lots of their friends and neighbors. There were four picnic tables lined up and Tim ended up in front of me. He had commented earlier that he really liked my feet as I was sunbathing near the pool. So, now, sitting across him with lots of people on either side, I slipped my naked foot up his calf, his thigh and then directly against his crotch." 

Eleanor, sitting next to Kate, said, "You had no idea, at that point, that Tim more than just 'loved' your feet..." 

"No!" replied Kate, laughing. "Eleanor's not the only one with fetishes..."

"Oh, will you guys give up on this!" Eleanor replied, laughing. "I love anal sex, and I know I'm not the only one here!" As all of us laughed at her bold comment, but I'm pretty I was the only one who saw the wink Rinette gave Will. 

But Kate resumed, "Yep, I learned that day that Tim really likes feet... I expected him to be surprised and to simply enjoy this quick moment. But when I saw his expression, I knew I had stumbled on something else. He grabbed my ankle and kept me against him, pushing the arch of my feet against his rapidly hardening cock." 

Looking up at Tim, who still hadn't said a word, Kate leaned forward and removed her slipper, revealing a very nice foot. "Right here," she said, indicating her arch and tracing it with a finger, "right against his cock..." A quick pause, and then, "Look, he's getting hard right now!" We all look and saw that Tim was red faced and was indeed sitting in an awkward position. 

"Don't pretend like nobody here never noticed her feet... Just look at them!" Tim said, trying to divert attention. 

But Kate was not going to let him off the hook so easily. "Wanna kiss it?" she said, indicating her bare foot. 

"No! Not right here!" replied Tim too quickly. Yet a few seconds later he was kneeling in front of Kate holding her foot in his hand. Kate, clearly enjoying the attention, finished her story, "Anyway, much later in the evening I grabbed Tim's hand and pulled him to the bathroom. I sat on the countertop and pulled my legs up. Tim immediately noticed that I wasn't wearing any panties under my summer dress, but looked down when he felt my feet on his thighs. He began breathing faster as I unzipped his jeans and freed his cock. Let me tell you, he was inches away from my naked pussy, but I'm sure he didn't even think about it..."

As people laughed, Tim, still kneeling in front of her and kissing her foot, said, "Oh, I thought about it, never fear. If this meeting had occurred here and now, things would be different..." 

"Are you so sure?" said Kate softly, always the minx, before opening her legs to reveal that, once again, she wasn't wearing any panties. It was surreal, in this very public lobby, to see how a woman had just opened her legs and pussy to a man who wasn't her husband. Tim hadn't seen it coming, and most of us hadn't either. Tim looked at Kate's face, then her pussy, then her foot, and finally at his wife Eleanor.

Eleanor said, "Well, my little secret may help you to decide, dear husband. Do you remember what I was doing while you were enjoying Kate's feet in the bathroom?" Tim's eyes opened wide as he did remember it. "For the rest of you guys," Eleanor continued, "Marcus and I went to the grocery store to pick up a few more things for the evening. We were all alone in the parking lot and I said to him that this place, this exact parking spot was where I made love for the second time when I was a teenager. Smiling, he just looked at me and leaned in to kiss me. A couple of minutes later we were actually fucking in the backseat like a couple of teenagers during spring break!"

As shocked as we were to hear that story about two of our group actually fucking so soon after Midsummer, our eyes were still riveted to Kate and Tim. Her story was over, but the scene certainly wasn't. Especially since there was, implied in Eleanor's story, a very clear approbation of what he wanted to do. In a peculiar silence Tim looked around, trying to decide if it was over-the-top insane or just completely crazy. Kate, very calm, kept her eyes locked on Tim's, mindless of the rest of us or the few tourists pretty close by. In the silence, Eleanor got up slowly and knelt right next to Tim. Very softly, she said, "If there was any doubt left, cherished husband, then forget them..." And with that she unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out. 

Despite everything that had happened to us in the last six months, we were all entranced, watching ravenously. Eleanor slowly caressed Kate's thigh and pussy with the back of her hand, and finally pulled Tim's cock forward until its glans touched the flawlessly bald pussy. Nature did the rest as their bodies melded into one another, right there in public. I didn't even try to see how badly public this was, but simply enjoyed the show. As they began fucking, Eleanor stayed there, caressing both her husband and the beautiful woman he was now fucking. 

Kate was holding on to Tim with one of her hands while the other was busy fanning her flames by rubbing her clit. Marcus gently appeared on Kate's other side and knelt down too, partly to block a particularly open angle. Soon it was obvious that Kate was nearing her climax. Whispering, she said to Tim, "Last time you came all over my feet and thighs. Wanna do it all the way inside me now?" Which was, of course, all Tim needed to hear to trigger his own climax. 

Watching them climax almost at the same time, I think we all felt as if we'd been transported to another dimension. Sex in public within our special group was one thing, but this... this was ludicrous. Trying his best to keep quiet, Tim slowly pulled out of Kate's pussy and sat back on his haunches with a large grin on his face. A minute later everybody was back in their seats, most of us looking stunned. Stunned and joyful, but stunned nonetheless. Hope said, looking at Kate, "You, my little doll, are wilder than me!" Which was something, coming from our own red devil. 




Midwinter Weekend Pt. 03



Hope, still gazing at Kate, said, "Challenge accepted!", breaking the stillness and making us laugh. Through the laughter Hope stood up and offered her hand to Kate, "Come with me, I'll help you clean up." We watched them go, two very different but remarkably beautiful women walking hand in hand, one of them with a pussy filled by semen. As far as we could see, none of the tourists or staff saw anything out of the ordinary. The two women holding hands turned a few heads, but nobody could guess at what had just transpired. 

"That was... intense," said the ever creative Lincoln. 

"The evening is not even over yet my love, I still haven't told my little secret to the rest of the group!" said Rinette, an impish smile on her lips. 

"No you haven't, lascivious creature you!" replied her husband with a smile. His quick glance in Will's direction confirmed what I had hoped; Rinette had told him about their little exploration. "But before you do," he said, "I'll try to bring this little soiree back to a pre-Midwinter mood." Turning to look at Eleanor with a soft smile, Lincoln shared one his own little secrets. "Guys, this will obviously be a bit softer than some of the stories, but the memory is seared into my mind nonetheless. I paid Tim and Eleanor a surprise visit about two months ago. I only had about an hour before a meeting near their house. When I knocked and nobody answered I went around the house to see if they were in the backyard. Eleanor was. She was hanging her clothes outside, wearing nothing but pure white lingerie." 

Lincoln paused and closed his eyes, savoring the memory like a good wine. "Now, usually, blonde women look good in black or red, but this time white was magical. I announced myself by calling her name and asked her to continue. Eleanor seemed surprised by my request, but resumed anyway. Walking behind her, I placed my hands on her belly for a few seconds. Then, very slowly, I pushed them downwards until my fingers slipped under her panties. Eleanor sighed and leaned against me and we remained that way until she climaxed under the sun." Lincoln then raised his glass to Eleanor and smiled as she raised hers in return. 

Hope and Kate returned then and asked for a quick outline of Lincoln's story. Once that was done, Connor cleared his throat and began his tale. "As you know, Kate and Lincoln were working on their new building all through the fall. In fact, that's part of the reason we're here! Cheers! Back in August Kate wanted my advice for a specific woodworking project there and we set a date to go to the site together. On the phone I said, half-seriously, 'I'll waive my usual fees if you agree to wear a butterfly during the visit.' Kate didn't even hesitate, perfectly aware of that specific sex toy, and said, 'Deal!' I replied, 'You know I wouldn't have charged you anyway, right?' 'A deal's a deal!' The next week, as we met on the site, she even put it on right there in front of me under her skirt."

Connor stopped and looked at her, an eloquent smile on his face. "With the remote in my pocket, I tested her concentration for a long while during the visit. I even activated it when some of her other employees came to talk to her. At the end of the visit we found a secluded spot and I switched it on, taking her into my arms as she came and came." 

"Hmm..." groaned Kate. "I remember that you had to hold me up at one point, for my legs couldn't support me anymore. By the way, I still have that butterfly if you wanna play again, or, " she paused, looking all around, "if anyone else wants to play with me." I was smiling and shaking my head. While Kate wasn't usually as demur as Eleanor, she didn't stand out as the wildest either. And then I remembered that Kate was younger than us and would probably be affected even more by this whole Celtic magic. 

Marcus, her boyfriend, moaned from across the table, "Gods, I think I'm going to die tonight, guys..." We looked at him, surprised, until we saw his smile. "She's going to eat me alive, spit me out again and ride me until I have a heart attack." We all laughed at his speech, and its delivery, but nobody doubted that he could match his young girlfriend in bed. 

"All I can say, guys, is get yourselves some earplugs tonight!" I added in the laughter. 

"Ok then, he said, "might as well tell my secret before I'm drained of all life..." then he checked himself and grinned. "Ha! The pun wasn't even intended!" We looked at each other, trying in vain to catch what we had missed, until Marcus cut our attempts short. "If you remember, through the haze of all the alcohol we drank that night, that I was dressed as a vampire last Samhain. And Rinette was disguised as a nun. Well, there was an obvious story there and I ran with it." 

Draining his glass, Marcus said, "At one point I found her alone in the kitchen and jumped her from behind, biting her neck. She froze then laughed a quick laugh before faking being paralyzed by fear. Turning her around, I rolled my eyes trying to mimic compulsion, and told her, in a very low voice, that she was in my absolute control. Slowly I reached for her crucifix, accidentally rubbing her breasts in the process..."

"Yeah right!" Rinette said, laughing, "Accidentally with his whole open hand!" 

"As I said, accidentally..." Marcus stopped because he was laughing with us. "After pulling the crucifix off, I placed her hands behind her back and bound her wrist with it. Looking back into her eyes I told her to open her legs a bit. When she did I knelt down in front of her and lifted her skirt. Pulling her decidedly unchristian-like panties off, I began feasting on her pussy until I felt her cumming above me. Once she was quiet again I pulled out from under her robes and got up. Still serious despite having my make-up all messed up by her juices, I told her to forget that this ever happened."

"Very nice story, Marcus!" Will said, "I'll make sure to watch out for you if I see you disguised as a vampire again..."

"Well, you know, Will, I don't think you're in much danger, honestly..." 

We all laughed at his comment, but soon our eyes turned towards Rinette who was sipping her cognac as if completely unaware of the attention she was getting. "Come on, Rinette!" said Hope. "We all want to hear why you were grinning from ear to ear earlier."

"Really? After hearing all these incredible stories of people fucking other people's wives and husbands? Tsk, tsk tsk... You should all be ashamed!" she said, shaking her head slowly. 

"Yeah right," Will said very simply.

Rinette laughed and had to spit some of her cognac in the process. "Ok then, since you wanna know. It's a very short and simple story. All I did, this morning, was ask Will to kiss my ass." And added, after a pause, "And fuck it." 

"What?" said Eleanor, "He was your very first?"

"Hmm, hmm." replied Rinette simply. 

Connor jumped in next, looking at Will, "Lucky bastard, with that ass of hers!" Everybody laughed as he echoed Lincoln's comment earlier.

"Damn!" said Hope, with feeling. "I'm definitely loosing ground here... Am I the only one who never had a cock up my ass?"

"Nope." I said. "But you better hurry up, or you will be..." 

After this brief exchange, which sparked quite a few laughs and enthusiastic looks between lovers, Marcus wanted to know the rest of Rinette's story. We listened as she went on to tell a pretty honest account of our shared morning. At least it was pretty close to what Will told me. It was interesting to hear it from her perspective, but all in all it seemed to correspond. 

When someone commented that this was the most intense story, Will said, "Well, it was an intense moment. But I have a distinct feeling that a lot of your own stories could have been longer with some 'And then we...' addendum. Are you going to tell me that nothing happened after what you shared?"

The silence was very telling. It seemed clear that we still had a few secrets up our sleeves. It was also clear that it was very late. When Rinette invited everyone to the jacuzzi, most of us agreed, but Kate, Will and I decided to turn in early. Will and I weren't night owls, but Kate decided to join us to be well rested for the company breakfast. As it turns out, she got to bed later than she had thought. 

When we got back to our suite, I disappeared for a quick nighttime bath. This evening bath was almost a religious ritual at home, so I jumped at the chance tonight, with so few people in the suite. As I lay down in the bath, in the deep silence, I could overhear Kate and Will talking in the kitchen. For a long while their discussion was rather benign, until Kate asked Will a question in a different tone, "Do you remember when I talked to you about my schoolgirl fetish, Will?"

"How could I forget?" he said. "You were naked and dancing in my arms!"

"Ha! I know! But I thought that it would have been precisely why you would forget..." After a brief pause, Kate said, "I never forgot about it, Mr. Professor. As I told you last summer, I never got to live that fantasy, and I'm not going to enroll in a class or jump any random professor I don't know. And here you are, an actual professor. Hmmm, wonder what I could do..."

"Actually," Will said, cutting her off, "the question I was asking myself was, what won't Kate do?"

I laughed, hearing his comment. Kate was definitely different from six months ago. Kate laughed as well, then said, "Oops, my hand just reflexively placed itself there, as if I really was trying to seduce you..." After a pause, "Would you remain as calm and composed if I was one of your young and lithe students, wearing a very short skirt like the one I'm wearing now? Are you a skirt chaser, Mr. Professor?"

Smiling, knowing that he did really, really liked short skirts, I got out of the bath silently and dried myself. I knew I was missing what Kate was doing with my husband, but I could fill in most of the gaps in my head. She was probably opening her legs right now, teasing Will. And, obviously, it was working, "Oh my!" she said, laughing. "If that micro roleplaying made you swallow like that, I think I'm going to give a lot more thought to this plot."

Appearing from the bathroom at that moment, wearing a black bra from Simone Perele and a towel wrapped around my hips, I said, "Which plot would that be, dear Kate? Not the one where the student tries to seduce the professor? Do you think we never played this one out?" My words were hard, but my tone was light and my smile bright. 

"I'm sure you did, Nella," replied Will's student-to-be. "But, no offense, you look like a goddess." Will and I both wondered at this strange turn of phrase, until Kate grinned. "And I look like one of his sexy students." She did. A lot, actually. "In any case," said Kate, getting up from her stool and walking right up to me, her face mere inches away from mine, "who said I only wanted him?"

I grinned, and said, "I'm right here, wearing this towel as a skirt right now... are you a skirt chaser, Kate?" 

Kate's laughter was bright and sudden, and lasted only as long as it took to bring her lips directly to mine for our first kiss. Seconds later my towel was on the floor. Looking up into my eyes, as she was a bit shorter, Kate said, "I don't chase skirts, I take them off." Laughing again, she grabbed my bra and breasts in her hands, pushing the twin globes together before burying her face between them. It was my turn to laugh softly, guiding and cradling Kate's head with her hands. 

"Oh, dear Gods and Goddesses!" cried Kate as she came back out. "This is even better than I have been dreaming about!" As we all laughed, Kate pushed me on the couch, before kneeling in front of me. After diving back between my breasts, her hands reached in and snapped the front locking bra. She groaned when my fully freed flesh was released to enfold her entire face. Looking at Will above Kate's head, I smiled and laughed again. Kate, still buried against my bosom, said, "I don't think I'd ever get tired of doing that!" 

"You probably wouldn't!" Will said from the kitchen.

I don't think she even heard him. Kate's eyes were locked onto mine as she took a few seconds to undress herself. And I really mean a few seconds. We already knew she hadn't been wearing panties, but neither had she been wearing a bra. She was suddenly naked, kneeling between my opened legs. I felt my heart give a strong pulse and my entire body keying up for what was coming. If before I was mostly playing with Kate, having her naked between my legs ignited something else. 

In the silence, I heard Will whisper, "Kate, begin with her neck." And that turned out to be just about his only involvement in what was developing as quick as wildfire. He probably knew he could have joined us, and maybe the way Kate was pushing her ass out as she bent forward a minute later had been an invitation. But tonight, perhaps because of all the whisky, it looked like Will was feeling really mellow and was more than content enough to simply sit there and watch us. After moving to a more comfortable couch, with his last glass of whisky, he lay back to enjoy the show. 

Following Will's advice, Kate bent forward, kissed one of my breasts on her way, then began kissing and licking her way to my neck. I felt shivers on my skin, from the nipple she licked to the side of my neck she was about to kiss. When I tilted my head to allow Kate as much access as possible and felt her tongue against this so sensitive spot, I closed my eyes in delight. It was, without a doubt, the best spot to set fire to my pleasure. When I opened them again to look at Will, I smiled and blew him a kiss. 

Soon Kate's mouth began reversing her path, moving down on my body, over the mountains and across the soft curving valleys of my skin. As the tip of her tongue darted into my belly-button, I began to breathe faster. Looking down, my eyes were glued to her head, lips and tongue as her face began disappearing between my thighs. 

A few moments later, taken by surprise by the effect of her tongue on my lips, I opened my eyes and mouth wide in sudden bliss. Her laugh told me that Kate knew she had done something that had surprised me. Kate was now really diving in, as the wet sounds of her mouth on my pussy were probably filling the entire suite. So were my moans, most likely! 

Still kneeling, Kate placed her hands under my thighs and pushed them upwards. As my legs rose up, I felt my pussy opening up like a blooming flower, allowing Kate deeper, freer access. In an unpredictable tempest of licking, sucking, kissing, tongue darting and full-mouthed devouring, Kate brought me to a fast orgasm. Her storm of wet caresses had evolved into a more stable tongue-grind on my clit, as if she had known exactly what to do. My entire body began shaking and I was doing my best to keep my legs high up as long as possible. 

Suddenly the pleasure overwhelmed me and turned into pain and I couldn't hold them anymore. They fell and wrapped themselves around Kate's head and body. I was still holding her head firmly, a handful of her hair in my hand. "Slow down gently, my love," I whispered, wanting to stretch my climax as long as possible before the pain became unbearable. When that happened, I giggled and twisted around until my legs fell on each side of the sylph that had given me my first truly lesbian experience. I had tasted Hope's breasts and pussy before, but our fun that night had been to fuck Will. This was between Kate and me. 

As I was regaining a semblance of control over my breathing and body, Kate rose from her knees and buried her face once more against my neck. Comfortable in our embrace, I soon discovered that our sylph wasn't done. After a last kiss against my ear, she pulled out and up, offering me her hand. "I want you to fuck me in the shower, Nella." As she waited for me to recover full control of my legs, Kate turned to Will and added, "And you... had I been in your place I would have fucked my upturned ass in a second!" 

"You want me to fuck your ass?" I asked slowly, giving her phrase another meaning. 

Suddenly remembering Rinette's story, Kate's eyes opened in surprise, and for the first time of the night she was clearly bashful. "Er, well, not exactly... I simply meant that I thought you would have fucked, er..., my pussy, as my ass was... Oh fuck it!" she said, laughing. 

Now up, I added, "Careful what you wish for, lover."

"Indeed! Now," said Kate, trying to regain control, "ready to make me cum?" 

"Oh yes..." 

As we walked to the bathroom Will grabbed a chair and followed. After a few steps and before entering the large bathroom, I shifted my grip of Kate's hand and took hers just a bit more firmly. She felt the change and quickly understood it. With a small moan she looked at me, and it was clear that she knew that my laid-back and languid acceptance of her lead was now over. She had asked me to fuck her, and fuck her I would. 

There were a few strange, silent seconds as we waited for the water to heat up, with Will watching us. Kate, laughing, said, "Will, you're way overdressed. I'm pretty sure that cock of yours is painfully trapped." Will smiled and got up. By the time he sat back down, fully nude with his large cock obviously erect against his belly, the bathroom was warming up, filling with vapor. I reached for Kate's arm and pulled her in there, once again making it very clear I was in control. 

We were way past any sort of foreplay. Pressing her against the back wall, molding my thighs, belly and breasts against her own, I asked her, "How many women have taken this lithe body of yours?"

Looking up into my eyes, Kate took a deep breath and whispered, "None. You're my first..." 

"Hmmm," I groaned deep in my throat. With each breath I was taking since entering the shower, I was filled with her scent. Kate always smelled like vanilla, soft and sweet. Yet I didn't think that she wanted me to take her gently. "Feel like sharing something soft, slow and fragile, lover? Want me to treat you like a delicate flower that could break at any time?" 

All Kate could do at this point, as I felt her trembling with desire, was to shake her head slightly. Kate was a lithe nymph, small boned and with just enough curves to attract the eye. Against me and my generous curves, especially as my arms wrapped around her back and reached to hold/squeeze her buttocks, I felt that I was completely enveloping her. 

We had shared our first kiss only a few moments ago, in the living room, but this second one was completely different. As soon as I kissed her, as soon as our lips touched, our tongues also met. As delightful as the orgasm she had given me had been, the one I was about to give her would be taking this to the next level. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, right above her nape, I pulled her against me one last time and broke the kiss. 

Teasing, I began nibbling and playing with her chin, her cheeks, her neck, and asked, "Want me to take my time? Make my way down to your pussy slowly? I'm sure you'd enjoy the long trip, but if you had any idea what I was planning to do to your pussy—"

Kate interrupted me, laughing, crying, shouting all at once, "Stop talking and fuck me!" I heard Will laughing behind me, as she continued, "Just fuck me, Nella! I want your mouth on my pussy, your tongue as deep as it will go inside, I want you to eat me until I crumble into a messy puddle of an orgasm into your arms!" She took a deep breath, and barely had time to start another plea, "Fuck me, Goddess of Midwinter, fuck me so hard that I'll be transformed—"

And she stopped with a sharp moan of pleasure and surprise as she felt me take her entire pussy into my wide opened mouth. Will had enjoyed my wide mouth more often than he could remember, more than he could give thanks for. I guessed that Kate had no idea that it was even possible. I felt my lips stretched all around her flesh, above the top of her cleft, along both delicate lines between her labia and thighs and all the way down, right next to her anus. 




Midwinter Weekend Pt. 03



Most women, most of the time, don't particularly enjoy having a tongue or a finger pressed deeply into their pussies too quickly. But Kate wasn't any woman, and this wasn't any moment. Above and beyond the warm water flowing over us both, I could feel her skin burning up, both her hands on my head pulling me in. I smiled, as much as I could, as I felt her trembling even more, and then simply dove in. 

My nose was filled with vanilla but my tongue and mouth found a burning hot well of her juices and I was overpowered with her taste. Kate was drenched, as wet inside as the shower was making her outside. Will could have slipped his cock all the way inside her in a single, very quick stroke. Thinking about his cock made my own pussy tingle. I could probably shift and move so that my ass would be upturned. I don't think he could resist this time. Yet I didn't. A new idea popped into my head. 

Focussing on Kate's pussy, I gave my very best. Despite the show of confidence earlier, I had very little experience actually eating pussy. I tried to imagine what I'd like from an intense pussy-eating experience, and a flood of memories of Will's numerous memorable moments came to my help. When Kate lifted her leg and placed it above my shoulder to give me all the access I wanted, I angled my head slightly at an angle and felt an immediate response. 

Kate, who hadn't been quiet and placid to begin with, suddenly moaned very loudly. Exploring and exploiting this new approach, giving it all I had, I was nonetheless floored by the speed at which Kate's climax came. I felt a rhythm coming into her movements, a deepening of her pushes against me, and as her moans synced-up with them, I knew she was on the verge of cumming. 

Most other times I would have reduced my pressure and intensity, allowing her to enjoy the plateau for longer. But the hard grip of her hands on my head and the loudness of her cries told me that she hadn't any intention of waiting. Like a cresting wave or one of the Icelandic avalanches, I felt Kate's entire body coalesce around my mouth and her pussy. I felt every minute detail of her climax all over my tongue and lips, and it was a wonderful experience. Clearly, though, the climax she was feeling was much better! I ended up laughing with her in my arms, as she was trembling like a spring chick, barely hatched from her egg. 

A few moments later she joined in the laughter and took a few deep breaths to regain some of her composure. In one of the mirrors I saw Will up behind me, his cock rock hard and, obviously, his passivity over. Whispering into Kate's ear, I asked, "Are you able to have multiple orgasms in a row?"

As she replied, proudly, "Ha! Of course! Once I—" I cut her short again by wrapping my arms more firmly around her and picking her up. Holding her like a baby, I brought her to my and Will's room and dropped her on the bed. Surprised and perplexed, she looked at me then at Will behind. 

"Just how flexible are you, Kate?" instead of letting her answer, I pulled her down until her ass was just barely on the bed. After pulling her legs up and pressing them down until her knees were pushed against her armpits, I moved above her. Using my own thighs to push her legs down even more, I lowered myself until I felt my pussy touch hers. We were both still drenched, and as I began moving upon her, feeling her clit rubbing against me, I threw her head back against the bed and moaned. 

Turning around, I looked at my husband, "Will, ever felt like fucking two women at the same time?" His smile was all the answer I needed. Looking back at my newest lover, I saw her laughing, her eyes still closed with pleasure. I realized that Will had never fucked her before, and they both must have been clearly aware of that. In the end, neither of them hesitated. Kate didn't even open her eyes to look at him as both felt him kneeling behind me. 

The tingle I had felt earlier turned into sparks as his cock touched my pussy and pushed between mine and Kate's. Will had gotten the idea. Yet I felt like the water had removed our juices, and Will pulled back very slightly. At the same time he grabbed both my breasts and I felt him push forward, touching the small of my back with his belly. Yet his cock wasn't between the two offered pussies, nor in mine. 

Kate's eyes opened wide this time, but she was still laughing and moaning. A few seconds later, no more than that, I felt Will's cock slapping upwards against my pussy. Then, once more for the countless thousandths of times, I felt his cock part my pussy and sheath itself as deep as it could welcome him. Yet, like with Kate, he didn't stay there very long. When he pulled out again, dripping wet with our juices, he pushed between our pussies. At the very same time he was fucking both of us, his large cock slipping against the smooth shaven skin of Kate's pussy as well as slipping against my flesh and the soft fuzz of dark hair. 

But mainly, he was sliding against both our clits. It took me a minute to figure out the best position and angle, but at one point we found a rhythm, pressure and angle that was perfect. Bent forward just slightly, I allowed him as much freedom of movement as possible, and as his hands slipped down to my hips to guide me, we reached a harmony. I came first, rocked by a delightful climax, followed by Kate's vivid one, and soon enough Will's long denied cock exploded. 

I saw the first long rope of cum spurting from under me to land just about between Kate's small breasts. After that I felt Will pulling his cock back and guessed that he was cumming into Kate's pussy. As I began laughing I was surprised by his cock again, filling my pussy with his shaft and cum. A few strokes later he was out again. Drilling Kate's pussy again. Filling her again. Soon I heard him moaning out louder, and it was obvious that his pleasure was turning painful. 

"I don't want to stop! Fuck it! I never want to stop doing this!"

Both of us laughed at his comment, and his subsequent fall against the bed, next to Kate. Looking at him, Kate smiled and said, "That is a very nice cock, right there... A dead cock, but still beautiful!" 

Eyes closed, on his back and panting hard, Will replied, "Be careful there, girl... It's not completely dead yet." 

"Ha! I'm pretty sure it is!" replied the unwary girl. 

Right then we both saw it twitch up again, glistening with both our juices and his cum. In a matter of seconds Will was behind me again and he had sheathed his cock into Kate's pussy again. He was taking her rough and quick. I knew he could do this from time to time. If he could pull it off, it was going to be very fast. I moved off of Kate's body and saw her legs move up to wrap themselves around Will's waist. He was rocking her small body like a damned earthquake! 

Turning around I leaned above Kate and kissed her shoulder, then neck, then took one of her little nipples into my mouth. The gob of Will's cum was still right there between her breasts and I leaned in to take it with my tongue. Kate laughed quickly, then moaned. "If you wanna cum before he does, love, you better hurry." I said just before sliding my hand all the way to her pussy. With my hand squashed between her mound and his belly, I did my best to push her over. She began to scream. So did he. 

Caressing both of them as they came, I looked to one then the other, smiling as their faces were distorted with pleasure. Both ended up trembling and shaking with heaps of pleasure and touches of pain. When they managed to disentangle a while later, my husband's cock, limp but still large and heavy, was dripping and left a trail of juices along Kate's thigh. I invited them both to lie next to me. And as the others came back to our suite they found us lying like this, a trio of exhausted but contended lovers. 

Drowsy as I was, I never saw just how close we came to consuming the last fruit of this midwinter, right there in the middle of the night. Yet when Hope talked to me about it on the following morning, we knew we had to hatch a plan. The morning was already booked, but we really had to get to those hot springs. Maybe there, with the fog, we could...



Midwinter Weekend Pt. 04



***** Edited by Gustavca

Note; fair warning for my very strict heterosexual male readers; one of the scenes could be... hmmm, disquieting for you. 




As usual I woke up first on this Sunday morning. Memories from last night's fun with Nella and Kate were still fresh in my mind. Despite the second very intense fuck I'd given to Kate, I still feel that I still hadn't fully, hmm, experienced her. Well, I thought to myself, something else to look forward to! 

One solitary coffee later, I heard someone else waking up and saw Eleanor coming out of her room. Her long blonde tresses were all wild and tousled, but this disheveled look worked for her. She was only wearing a smile and the same white nightgown that she'd worn on Midsummer. This morning the sun was not angled right so it did not make it transparent. But as Eleanor walked directly to me and we hugged each other, I knew it didn't matter much. We stayed in each other's arms for a long while, in perfect silence. I was profoundly relaxed, enjoying this moment and the smell of marjoram that seemed to come out of her skin. She, on the other hand, took a deep breath and smelled my coffee. 

In the kitchen, looking at me while sipping her coffee, leaning against the counter, she smiled. In the silence she said, very softly, "What am I going to do with you, Will?"

"Well," I said, clearing my throat, "I have a few ideas..."

She noticed my smile and got my message. "Oh I know that, and I have plenty of ideas myself..." After grinning at me, she continued, her smile suddenly softer, mellower. "That's not what I meant. Right now I'd like nothing more than spend this morning all alone with you, cuddled in front of the fire, sipping our coffee. Even back home, I often feel like calling you just to talk about anything, and every evening it rained during autumn, for some obscure reason, all I wanted was to go out and walk with you under an umbrella..." After a pause, "Is that bad?"

I didn't know what to say, really, and I simply walked to her and took her in my arms again. Then, as I had to reply, I said, "I don't know... How are things with Tim?"

"Tim? They're great... No, it's not that at all. At Midwinter we had just had a rough patch, but now we're really good. No, my problem is you!" she said, laughing softly. "I recently learned that I could fuck and really like a lot of people... In fact, " she said with a coy smile, "if we do end up fucking before the trip is done, you wouldn't even be the second man after my husband..." 

We laughed at that, dispelling some of the tension. "But I didn't think I could feel... all that other stuff for more than one person." 

I released her from my arms and looked at her, a bit surprised. "You didn't know you could love more than one person?"

"No, apparently not," she paused, savoring her coffee for a while. "I mean, I knew, rationally, that it was possible, but I had never felt it since Tim and I hooked up. I even had this crazy romantic notion that our marriage was some kind of protection from falling in love with other people," she laughed, a bit embarrassed about this naïve notion.

"And when we each said 'I love you' six months ago..." I said, before she finished my sentence.

"...everything changed. I think I realized since, and I'm realizing right now as we talk about it, that love can both mean many things and can take many forms." A slight pause, then, looking straight into my eyes, "I love you, Will. And as you said back then, I don't know what it means either. I know I want to build my life with Tim and would be ready to sacrifice just about anything to be with him. Yet if you and I couldn't see each other anymore for some reason, it would hurt bad. Really bad."

Taking a deep breath, I walked back to her and took her in my arms again. I didn't seem to be able to stop doing that. "Lucky for us that Midsummer gave us all this." We both looked around at the many closed bedroom doors, smiling. "Regular friends could have rented this huge suite for themselves. A group of swingers or Dionysian orgy fanatics could have as well!" She laughed at this strange image. "But I think we're becoming something much more interesting than simple friends, lovers or Dionysians..." 

"Yes, we are..." she said, smiling. 

Still in my arms, Eleanor looked up and kissed me. Between long breathless episodes, she managed to whisper, "What would you have done... when you and Nella came to visit us... if I had dared to do what Hope did in the jacuzzi?" 

I laughed, completely disillusioned about the possibility of keeping things secrets in our group. "You mean simply getting up and impaling yourself on me in front of both our spouses? So far from Midsummer?"

"Yep. Well, we were very close to the equinox, maybe that counts..."

"Hmm. I guessed I would have grabbed your ass..." and so I did as I was saying it, through the very thin fabric of her gown, "and I would have guided you right above my cock and pushed you all the way down."

She groaned and moaned through another kiss, and suddenly jumped in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. A few movements later her gown was pulled up, meaning my boxers were the only thing between my hard cock and her pussy. As I felt her sex molding and pushing itself around me, a deep thrill of long delayed and postponed pleasure shook me. 

Eleanor whispered, "Say that again, Will..."

"I would have guided you right in..."

But as I began, we heard about four different iphone alarms going off at the same time. The official breakfast was coming and our late-morning friends didn't want to be late. It was, after all, why we were all here... After last night's revelations, Eleanor and I probably could have fucked right there, as people would have been coming in, but I don't think either of us wanted our first time to be like that. 

"Will, " Eleanor said breathless, "We're going to fuck properly soon. But right now I just want to feel your big cock all the way inside me once. Just once. After all, I still don't have that dildo of yours to play with..." 

This time I was the one who groaned out loud, yet laughing at her comment. Eleanor, grinning, breathing hard, reached down with one hand and pulled out my cock. A second later her hot and moist pussy lips were on, then around, then all the way down my shaft. We could have moved to the secluded kitchen, fucked hard and fast. We didn't. We simply kissed again, hard, as our bodies were trying to get the few remaining fractions of inches inside her. The feeling of her pussy lips stretched and spasming around the very base of my cock was wondrous. 

Noises from the rooms made us stop and Eleanor jumped down. Momentarily I felt like a thing ripped apart, both physically and emotionally. Smiling at her, I whispered, "There's no way I'm leaving this place without fucking you so bad that you'll be seeing stars for hours..." Looking at me, her skin flushed red, it looked like she would jump back on me right there. She didn't. 

"Can't wait." she managed in a very throaty voice. 

Despite everything she still looked like an innocent angel, with her long blonde hair and flawless white gown. Nobody would see that her juices were dripping down her thighs. I, on the other hand, was another story. I don't have a really huge cock, but I'm still pretty well endowed and right now I was rock hard. My boxers and t-shirt didn't stand a chance. I ran to the bathroom to be the first, and noticed that Eleanor was laughing as she watched the ungainly pole that preceded me by a few inches. 

As I started the shower and undressed, I heard her whisper, through the door, "Imagine what my gown would look like in the shower if I joined you..." Oh the little bitch. She was going to get it so bad... I heard her laughing as she fled back to her room. As it turned out Nella didn't join me either as she sometime does. If she had, I think I would have taken her on the spot until she screamed for all our friends to hear. Instead I remained alone and willed myself not to masturbate. I knew I would have much better use of this sexual energy. I wasn't wrong. 

The official breakfast with the people from the company was just that: official. And boring. I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one making the best of this time. At one point I had my hand down Nella's panties while Hope was giving me as good a nice footjob as she could manage from across the table. When the long breakfast finally ended, it was time to hit the springs. 

Finally we were here in the hot springs. It's one of the places I've been wanting to see since we landed (well, that and Rinette's ass, Hope's breasts, etc...) and here we were. Us. And a whole lot of other people, actually. Without really thinking about it we kind of expected the place to be deserted, or to at least find a spot were we could be alone, hopefully naked. The place wasn't exactly packed, but try as we might we couldn't find a secluded spot. Until the fog came along. 

How can you get fog in hot springs where the air is already foggy? I sure as hell don't know. Ask the Icelanders! In any case, the springs emptied in a matter of minutes as something that can't be described as anything other than a thick, slow wave of fog simply rolled in over us. Visibility and temperature dropped and sounds got muted. It felt as if we had entered another realm of Gaelic myth. We were all still here, the ten of us, pretty much alone in this alien world. 

Kate was the first among us to realize that this is exactly what we had hoped for. Before we could even be surprised, a few spandex knots were untied and her bikini was discarded on a rock. We didn't need any other guidance and our suits, trunks and bikinis joined hers. At first we could see about thirty yards away, but soon that distance shrunk to a small bubble. In the eerie silence we felt this solstice energy rekindling again. We were all looking at each other, sometimes in the eyes, and we knew that this morning was going to be another special moment. 

What happened next looked like an accident for about two seconds. While we were all haphazardly grouped together, the five women started moving at the same time, giving one of us a long hug. They all seemed to know where they were going as nobody tried to hug the same man, and soon enough we all started laughing. Clearly, the girls had something like this all planned out and I was reminded of Rinette's comment about how the women in our group were in control. 

Before I could fully understand that Hope was finally in my arms, naked as she always should be, my cock wasn't wasting any time; I could already feel it hardening against her soft belly as the red patch of fine hairs on her mound was tickling my glans. She slipped her arms out from under mine and lifted them up until they wrapped around my neck. Pulled upwards by the motion, her breasts seemed to come alive against my own skin; two ever present, ever defying globes of flesh each several pounds heavy with arrogant lust. And they were all mine again, finally, after so long a wait. The feeling that overran my mind as my hands closed around and into that flesh was a strange mixture of relief and painful pleasure. 

Intoxicated as I already was, I was only dimly aware that we were all moving slightly away from each other in the fog, yet not disappearing completely. Within minutes, muffled sounds of flesh hitting flesh could be heard above the fizz of the bubbles when Hope jumped up without warning. My hands reflexively caught her and my cock, just as reflexively, sprang up, only to be trapped between our bellies. 

I would have given anything to slip inside her at once, but Hope had other ideas. "Slip your hands under my ass from inside." At first I didn't understand what she meant, but as she clung to my neck and raised her legs, I got the message. Slipping between my belly and her thighs, I grabbed her ass. "Now, lover, hang tight and push me up. I want to feel your tongue inside me, and we can't lay down in the water..." I laughed, then pushed her upwards. A second later she was sitting on my shoulders and my tongue was buried in her pussy. 

It wasn't the best position and breathing became complicated but I didn't care. Her spicy juices were all over my face, mouth and tongue, and I was drinking her in. She was doing her best to stay still, but I had to work to keep us standing up. Her hands on my head, my own on her ass, I was feasting on her pussy like a starving man. Soon, way too soon, nearly as quickly as she had gotten up, she was pulling back and falling into my arms. 

While licking her own juices on my face, kissing me in the process, she said, "I have a feeling that your cock needs attention too. Are you strong enough to twist me around?" Once more I was dumbfounded, but as she began moving in my arms, it quickly became obvious that she wanted to do a 69 while standing up. Acrobatic sex isn't my favorite style, but, again, I didn't care. Hope impaled her head on my cock even before being settled on my shoulders. As I moaned in pleasure, Hope was a fantastic cock sucker, I felt her second thigh securing itself on my shoulder. Once more her pussy was in my mouth, with a much better access. 

I didn't feel like being gentle, and judging by Hope's intensity down below, neither did she. I dove in tongue forward and plowed her pussy as deeply as I could. Ever in danger of falling over, I let my body steady itself and abandoned myself in this strange 69. When my nose touched her asshole as I dove deep, I suddenly had flashes of Rinette's ass as I ate her. Throwing all consideration and hesitation to the fog, I let my tongue dart up to flick her anus once. 

When Hope tensed up I had a brief moment of alarm. Had I gone too far too soon? My fears were assuaged soon enough. Hope pushed herself away from my cock for a moment, only to laugh and resume. I didn't know what to make of this, so I dove back into her pussy and enjoyed the thrill ride. As I pushed her up a bit to find a better position, I felt my cock move in deeper into her mouth and realized just how vulnerable Hope was in this position. If I released my hold of her just slightly, I would drive my cock all the way inside and deepthroat her. As wild as Hope was, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't appreciate that.

Later she pulled away from me again and whispered, "I want you inside me. Deeper than your tongue can go." Moments later we had managed to turn her around and she ended up with her legs wrapped around my waist again. 

As Hope fumbled between us to guide my cock inside her, I looked and saw Nella bent forward above a large rock. Behind her, Timothy was just about ready to slip his cock inside my wife. This sight was one of the strangest moments of my life as once more my mind was overwhelmed by powerful and twisting emotions: jealousy, pleasure, guilt and, the strangest and most pleasing one, envy. As lucky as I was, with my cock moments away from Hope's cinnamon pussy, I found that I was envious of Timothy for fucking my wife. Nella looked up and returned my smile before saying, very loudly, "Fuck that pussy!" Was she talking to Tim or to me? I never got to know because at the same time, laughing, Hope found the angle and released her arms' death grip on my neck. 

After so many months, teasing letters and pictures, not to mention the frustrating previous days, my cock as finally buried again inside Hope's pussy. With my feet planted in the soft mud as firmly as possible, I took hold of her ass and the two of us quickly found a rhythm. We had all day, really, to enjoy this as long as possible. 

We didn't take all day. Hope felt like a tempest in my arms, and I was bewildered by her intensity. She seemed to be driving towards a first climax at the speed of sound. Clearly she still felt quite acrobatic and started to pull back while fucking me. At one point she grabbed my arms for better leverage and leaned back until she was at a ninety degree angle. "Hold me tight again, lover!" with this she pulled her legs from behind me and placed her feet against my belly. As she was holding me hard on my arms, and me around her hips, we found a new rhythm, slower but deeper, strangely reminiscent of a perfectly regular cowgirl position. Yet this was anything but regular. We were standing up, fucking in a deep hot-spring fog while my wife was being fucked by another man and Hope's own husband was likely fucking another woman. Nothing about all of this was normal or regular. Nothing except the shared, raw pleasure. 

Hope's first climax surprised her even more than it did me. Soon after we started enjoying this position I felt Hope's entire body become a lot hotter than usual. Her cinnamon turned to embers, then to flame. As she started to grind her pussy against my pelvic bone with each of my thrust, she said, "Don't you dare stop!" she groaned, looking up at me. "I wanna be the first to—" She never finished. Instead her climax hit her, hard, and she let everyone know by moaning and shouting it out loud. 

As we heard laughter from all around us, because Hope had indeed been the first to climax, I felt my own pleasure threatening to overflow. But, pushing completely off of me and jumping down in the water, Hope said, "Not so fast, Will... I can cum as often as I like during a day, and you can't." Grinning, teasing yet kneeling down in front of me, she continued, "Let's slow this down a bit..." With this she spat on my cock and began a delicious massage. One hand, then the other, than a few pecks of her lips, then her tongue, then mouth. Lubricated by her juices and her spit, my cock felt like it had penetrated a soft, creamy hot spring of rapture. 

I realized then that I hadn't said a single word since the fog and Hope hit me. I was her willing puppet, once more barely able to follow her lead. Now, enjoying this suddenly slower pace, I looked up and tried to see through the fog. All I got was flashes of couples enjoying this surreal place and moment. I saw Nella once again, still bent forward in front of Timothy, and was reminded of our couple of days with him and Eleanor. Had Nella shared with him something similar to my kiss with Eleanor? Further, Rinette and Marcus were locked in a less acrobatic version of what Hope and I had shared. Next I saw Eleanor kneeling on all fours with Connor plowing her pussy. At least I think it was her pussy. Finally Kate who was riding Lincoln in a reverse cowgirl in a clearly shallower spot. The fog fell again and they all disappeared. All except, Hope who was doing her best to keep me in a near orgasmic plateau of pleasure. 

Her mouth and hands were now joined by her breasts. As she rose and flexed back down, trapping my cock between her globes of flesh, I felt like I was going to overload. Slowly. When she felt me trying to fuck her breasts she looked up, grinned naughtily and shook her head. It seemed that I was headed for a slow cooking, a long, drawn out pleasure marathon. It wasn't all that bad. I could actually see myself growing old right there, nestled between Hope's stupendous breasts. I thought about hiding my climax to surprise her, giving her the pearl necklace she deserved or simply trying to force a change in rhythm. I thought about a lot of options and possible futures branching from this magnificent present. None of them materialized. 

Instead, Connor materialized out of the fog, his cock as rampant as mine had been this morning. Kneeling down behind his wife he grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. Looking back with a grin, Hope fell on all fours and I spread my feet wide, allowing her to resume her blowjob. 

So here I was, without warning, in my very first threesome with another man. The thrill I felt as I took in our scene was heart-pounding. Connor was a big man and didn't feel like taking his wife gently. If my heart was pounding hard, it was nothing compared to the pounding Hope was getting. Nothing brutal or violent. Just on the edge of ferocity. Taking it as if she was used to it, Hope was still working her magic, doing wonders on my cock. 




Midwinter Weekend Pt. 04



Connor and I shared a few looks, and seeing him smile at me was surreal. Leaning forward, he slowed his rhythm and began kissing Hope's neck and head. Seeing him so close to me was strange, and in a flash I remembered that one of the truths that came out at Midsummer was that he actually wanted to have a bi-sexual threesome with another man. And that he actually did it with Tim and Eleanor. This is one of those episodes I don't know anything about. I should have asked Nella or even Eleanor herself. 

Later, Connor completely stopped fucking Hope but kept kissing her as he moved around her, coming to her side. My eyes opened wide and my whole body froze as I watched him come closer and closer to me with his kisses. Her shoulder, her neck, then a pause as he pulled her hair back. Then her naked neck again, her jaw, her cheek. And then, taking me completely unprepared, he simply looked up, a question in his eyes. 

In a crazy sort of trance, I simply gave him a small nod. Grinning, he resumed kissing his wife's cheek until I felt his lips on my cock. Hope, watching this development, looked at me and managed to smile with my cock in her mouth. Soon enough they were both kissing me and with a quick slip I was inside Connor's mouth. 

Physically speaking, the sensations were pretty much the same. The myth that guys give the best blowjobs wasn't immediately confirmed. There wasn't any magic in being in Connor's mouth and head. Inside my own head was another story altogether. This was my first bi-sexual experience and I was rocked to my core. If I had had trouble standing up while a redheaded fury stormed all over me earlier, this was something else. 

When he took me out of his mouth and let Hope join him in kissing and licking my cock I released the breath I'd been holding. But this crazy pleasure didn't release me. Hope was very good at this, and she was starting to know what I liked most. Connor was just too strange an experience to properly judge, but seeing a man kneeling in front of me was exhilarating on its own. I knew they were not going for a quick cum, but while my cock wasn't intensely stimulated, my mind was being overrun. 

Reflexively I placed my hand on Hope's head and she instantly got my message. Moving in front of me right next to Connor, she grabbed my cock with one hand and began pumping my cock. Placing my other hand on Connor's shoulder I steadied myself for a very powerful orgasm. I had filled Hope's pussy with my sperm six months ago, and I was now going to cover her with these soft pearls. And I did. Boy, I even surprised myself. I came on her twin mounds of glory, her neck, cheeks, nose and inside her mouth. I felt like I was pouring my entire being into this ejaculation. I actually started laughing myself at the amount that was spurting out. As the last globs fell on her breasts I realized that I hadn't cum in the last 24 hours, while being sexually stimulated just about non-stop. 

As it finally stopped, we were all looking at each other with smiles and grins, mesmerized by the tableau in front of us. I let myself fall down on my knees, catching my breath and trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had had my cock inside Connor's mouth. Hope was still kneeling too and was looking at her husband as he moved behind her, kneeling down as well. 

Slowly, as gentle as he had been rough earlier, he was pulling her hair back, revealing as much of her body and my sperm as possible. As if in an unusual ritual, he then knotted her hair in a ball behind her head. Hope had never before looked so naughty and sexy, with gobs of my sperm all over her. Her eyes were glowing and she was radiating sexual energy. A counterpoint to my spent state, she looked like she was about to explode. 

Connor once more leaned against her and bent his head to her neck, only to lick and taste my sperm. Learning that I could still be surprised, my eyes opened wider and I looked at him in fascination. After a while Hope, who had had her eyes locked into mine as he began, turned her head and kissed her husband. Soon he was kissing and eating my sperm off her cheeks. To my surprise I felt my cock twitching, returning back to life. Nella had given me a taste of my own sperm a couple of times before, and I remember having been thrilled to taste it again on Eleanor's lips on the plane. 

Hope, with her breasts covered with it, suddenly looked like a goddess of fertility calling to me. Moving forward on all fours I reached her breasts, where a lump of cum was slowly slipping over her aureola and nipple. I felt another shock of pleasure as I closed my lips around her nipple and felt my cum inside my mouth. The combination of the soft flesh of her legendary breasts in my mouth and the strangeness of my eating my own sperm was another first, a fresh assault on my fears, taboos and apprehensions. 

As I was lapping up Hope's breasts I felt my cock growing back to full hardness, despite everything. Looking around I found a shallower spot. Getting up and grabbing both their hands I pulled them with me. When I lay on my back Hope looked at me, grinning. Squatting over and impaling herself once again on my cock, she was the one laughing with glee now. Connor, seeing the opportunity, grinned too and knelt behind his wife. Somehow this is what I must have had in mind when I invited them both. But seeing Connor spitting on his cock to lube it up announced another first. 

When she felt his hand on the small of her back, Hope stopped fucking me and turned around, a strange smile on her face. Turning back to me, she leaned forward until her breasts were on my chest and her mouth next to my ear. "This is all for me... Do you have any idea how long I've been dreaming of this?" Before I could think of a reply she stopped talking and took a sharp breath. I couldn't see much through her mane, but it was clear that she was feeling her husband's cock against her anus. 

In a broken rhythm Hope was starting to moan louder and louder as she was rising above me. I could actually feel Connor's cock inside her, inching deeper and deeper. When I felt his balls on the base of my cock I knew he was all the way in. As one we began to drive her. No longer in any sort of control, Hope turned into a vivid flame, barely there inside her pleasure. Her massive, dancing breasts above me, her pussy around me, the distinct feeling of Connor's plowing cock from inside Hope, her moans and cries, the unique feeling of possessing this willing and frenzied goddess of a woman.

Once again she was the first one to climax, rolling with it for a long time until Connor and I joined her. Neither of us wanted to stop, but pleasure finally became too much, too sensitive and we bucked and shook like a dying motor. Slowly Connor pulled out and fell like a tree beside us. I could feel Hope's pussy clenching and relaxing around my cock as she was finding her breath. Soon she pulled off and fell on my other side. Grinning like idiots, staring at the fog above us, we heard the others going on all around us. Eventually we sat up and enjoyed this surreal situation, hearing our friends and my wife fucking. Looking at Connor, I grinned and said, "You sucked my cock!"

He laughed with Hope, looking shy all of a sudden. "Yep! You liked it?"

"To my biggest surprise!" I replied, laughing with them. 

Eventually the erotic sounds stopped and they all found their way to us. Relaxing in this bubble of ours, we spent a long time there in silence, just contently enjoying the arms our respective lovers and spouses. The official dinner with more representatives was coming up though, and Kate, Marcus, Rinette and Lincoln got up to leave. The rest of us followed and most of us managed to steal a bit of sleep before dinner. Much like the breakfast, it was a long drawn out thing. We came back to our suite completely drained and even though some eyes were still bright and willing, the mood never really kindled and we all got to bed. 

Despite the afternoon it was really anti-climactic as we had to leave for the plane really early, and if nothing happened tonight, the hot springs were it for us all. As boring, regular and short as that Monday morning sounded, it turned out quite differently.



Midwinter Weekend Pt. 05



*****Edited by Gustavca

Note; this shorter story is the epilogue, and while it's clearly erotic, it's not paced like one of my typical story. 




I woke in the middle of a dream, a funny, completely non-erotic dream, and began laughing in our room. Nella moaned softly, bothered by my laughter, and pushed me out of the bed. As I was getting up and putting my boxers on, she murmured, "Enjoy Eleanor, my dear." I turned around to look at her but all I saw was a receding smile. She was falling asleep again. I was pretty sure the two girls hadn't talked since yesterday evening, but I think the sexual tension between Eleanor and me was palpable at this point. Everybody knew we spent most of these solstices' mornings together and, with Rinette's truth games, everybody knew we hadn't really fucked so far. I had no idea, however, if anyone knew that what pulled us together was more than sex. 

I walked out of the room silently and closed the door. As soon as I turned the corner I was hit by the morning sun in all its power and glory. The window-wall was letting as much of the sun in as was physically possible, and the big leather couch looked warm and perfect. As soon as I sat in it I removed my boxers and enjoyed a warm sunbath on this, our very last morning here. As I briefly closed my eyes, a flood of memories from these past few days overwhelmed me, and once again I laughed and smiled, and got a quickly growing erection. 

As if on cue, I heard another door open and close quietly. I turned around expecting to see Eleanor in her wonderful white nightgown, and grinned, thinking about how the very early sun would do what yesterday morning's later sun couldn't. While I did see Eleanor walking slowly towards me, a very sleepy grin on her face, her hair tousled and glowing in the sun, she wasn't wearing her nightgown. She wasn't wearing anything at all. I stood up, my hard cock indicating unabashedly that I was just as naked as she, and watched her walking. My shadow made it so she appeared to be dancing in and out of the sun, and I was blinded by the flashes of bright sun on her white skin and blonde hair. 

Pushing my cock upwards against my belly she then wrapped her arms around me for a long hug. After a quick kiss on my neck, she guided us to the couch, and we sat in the still warm leather. If we had been openly honest and even frank yesterday morning, telling each other just about everything we felt, it was a very comfortable silence between us today. One of the memories that I saw earlier came back full force; the similar morning we had shared last Midsummer. As I kissed her head, drinking in the clear marjoram scent, she angled her head and kissed my neck again. Same place, same short kiss, but oh so different. 

In perfect silence, naked in front of the midwinter sun, we simply melded into one another. At one point she slowly traced a line of kisses from my shoulder to my cheek, then lips, as we finally shared the moment we had been both dreading and longing for. 

We both knew what we wanted, at least up to a point. Since our intense midsummer weekend, I'd shared some very intimate and precious moments with some of the solstices women. I'd now actually fucked most of them. All of them in fact if one counted Eleanor's yesterday morning's quick impale. I don't think, on the other hand, that I have ever made love with another woman beside Nella. And this morning with Eleanor was precisely that. My cock was going to part her pussy soon, there was no doubt about it. Even now, as she shifted above me and her breasts moved right by my face, I did lock my mouth on one of her nipples, sucking it in hungrily. I shivered when my cock grazed and slipped against her inner thigh, hot and soft. Her moan drew one of my own as we both felt the tip of my cock touching her wet pussy. 

Yet despite this deep urging, this driving desire, it was clear we could have spent the morning clothed, in each other's arms, and it would have clearly been "making love". The feel of her hot skin all over my own, her opened thighs above my own, her breasts still being feasted on by my mouth, her arms around my head... I was drowning in desire, and nothing in the world could have stopped me from taking her. Yet, again, I was already enjoying what I truly wanted. 

As we finally found the correct angles Eleanor lowered herself on me, sheathing my cock completely inside her. As she raised her knees upwards her weight pushed her even lower upon me and I felt my glans hitting bottom. As soon as her nipple popped noisily from my mouth her own mouth replaced it. Her arms slipped from her head and neck to my back, as did my own around her. We were alone, in the glorious midwinter morning sun, my cock driven as deep as it could inside her but we felt no urgency to fuck. We actually stopped moving, except for our kiss. We could have been fucking our brains out like animals long restrained, but we were simply... hugging. 

At one point something changed in Eleanor and she broke our kiss, pulling her head away and back, holding onto me with her hands on my shoulders and driving herself even deeper against me. "Dear Gods of Midwinter! That feels so damn good!" she said, laughing and moaning very loudly. She then came back towards me and began riding me with long, deep and hard strokes. Instantly the soft and warm silence that had settled on our little corner of heaven was transformed. Despite her gentle demeanor, silky white skin, soft pink nipples, pale blonde hair, creamy breasts, and mellow smile, there was a fire inside that woman. Unlike Hope it was slow to kindle and unlike Rinette it wasn't driving her to move fast and spend time in the gym. 

Yet as she kissed me again while riding me, I felt overwhelmed by a firestorm. As her hair fell around her face and enveloped me, with the burning sun behind her, the firestorm wasn't just in my mind. In this bright light and heat I could feel every inch of her body against mine, from her ass against my thighs, her pussy taking me deep, her nipples grazing my chest, her arms around me, her lips on mine and her gold-fire hair all over us both. 

"What would you say if I told you that I'd like you and Nella to come live with me and Tim?" Her words took me by surprise. The fact that she had spoken at all, and what she had said. Before I could even try to bring my mind to formulate an answer, she continued. "It's no accident that Tim ended up with Nella yesterday, in the fog..." Even if Eleanor had broken the kiss to whisper, she never even slowed down and kept riding me as if her life depended on it. "I'm not sure what you did in that fog yet, but after Nella's first climax I joined them and finally made love to your wonderful wife..."

Eleanor laughed softly as she felt me react, grabbing her more strongly by the hips, guiding her movements. "Oh, at first we were simply fucking and having fun, but at some point I began kissing her and things changed. Well, sure, our breasts were touching and all that..." She laughed again as I groaned at the thought. "But that's not important right now..." Oh the tease! She was driving me mad with this very intense and intimate question about living together while at the same time sending my imagination into overdrive. 

"About a minute into our kiss," Eleanor continued, "with Tim behind and inside me, caressing both of us with his long arms, Nella opened her eyes and found mine. I paused my kiss just long enough to ask her the question I just asked you."

Eleanor had finally slowed her rhythm, giving me just the sliver of a hope of actually focusing on her question. "Will, when you and Nella visited us last summer, Tim and I had a long talk about the fact that we really, and I mean really didn't wanted you to leave. Not just for a few more days, but just never leave." She kissed me again, still impaling herself upon me and gyrating her hips in slower movements. "And now I ask you again. Would you and Nella like to come live with us?" 

I kissed her again, both hard and soft at the same time, in this fey mood. Pulling back, I whispered, "What did Nella say?" 

Eleanor smiled and replied, "She said she wanted to talk to you about it."

"She didn't—"

But I was interrupted by Nella's voice right next to me. She must have been kneeling behind the couch, waiting for this moment. Oh these women and their plans... "What do you think, my love? Ready to share me with Eleanor and Tim?" It was the most direct way of saying it. It was also important to say it this directly. Then again I was still fucking Eleanor. 

Turning my head around to look at my wife, I could see in her smile that she was willing. "Let me think about it for a few minutes." I said, grabbing Eleanor's hips once more and driving up into her. I heard both women laugh softly. As Eleanor fell upon me I leaned down and grabbed one of her nipples in my mouth again. Then, in the space between those breasts, I said, "I'm not sure... Let me think about it some more." 

After a minute or two of this delight, I pulled back and turned my head towards my wife. Six months ago Nella, while she hadn't been a prude, certainly wasn't anything like this open-minded creature of love, desire and lust. At the same time, I also had to be just as open minded. How would I react when her moans would wake me one morning, moans cried in the midst of an intense fucking session with Tim? On the other hand, if that were the case, I would probably find Eleanor in my arms, or maybe even with my cock already inside her mouth or pussy or even poking between those lovely butt cheeks of hers, trying to enter her ass... Looking into Nella's eyes, I smiled, then grinned and finally laughed, "When do we move?" She returned my grin and placed her lips directly onto mine. 

I was expecting this morning to be a precious moment of love and lust intertwined. It was, and then it turned into much more. My life had already changed six months ago at Rinette's cabin, when I fucked another woman for the first time since meeting Nella. It was certainly changing again this weekend, at another solstice. Yet this move, this move was something else... 

Sitting back up closer to Eleanor, I wrapped my arms around her and twisted sideways on the couch. When I let myself fall all the way to the well-worn leather, the new angle made my cock push a bit further into her. Looking up, seeing this wonderfully beautiful woman, with her blonde hair, green eyes and creamy, soft yet full breasts fucking me, I felt a thrill that shook me harder than I thought possible. From the corner of my eye, even though I was looking straight into Eleanor's eyes, I saw Nella coming around the couch, removing a completely unnecessary t-shirt. She then leaned down and began kissing Eleanor. 

I placed my hand behind Nella's knee and slid it all the way up to her round buttock, slipping under her red panties. After hooking my fingers around the elastic, I pulled them all the way down and enjoyed the view. My wife doesn't fit in today's cannons of beauty, like Rinette or Hope. There's just too much woman there to fit! And while I certainly enjoy looking, touching, licking and sucking Rinette's lean curves or Hope's remarkable breasts on an otherwise slim body, the sight of Nella's full, generous and voluptuous curves always sets my body on fire. 

And now she made my heart skip a beat. All the while keeping her kiss with Eleanor very much alive, she leaned towards me and raised her thigh above my head. Slowly, teasingly slowly, she lowered her pussy above my head, but making sure that her legs kept me pinned down. She knew this threesome triangle is one of my favorite fantasy positions since the very first porn movie we had watched together. We haven't watched a lot, through the years, but when she saw, heard and felt me react to such an image on the screen, she learned one of my most intense fantasies. 

And now, and now, and now... When the tip of my tongue began tickling her pussy, she finally lowered herself fully against me and I dove in. Eleanor's pussy pumping up and down on my cock, my wife's pussy all over my face, their breasts mashed together and all four of them being fondled by my hands, all crowned by their kiss. I was overwhelmed, flabbergasted, burned out...

I awakened from this barely mindful bliss when Eleanor pulled herself off. During the few seconds of confused withdrawal, I became aware that Nella turned around and impaled herself on my cock. As I closed my eyes to moan and push myself up inside her, I wasn't ready for what was, after all, quite obvious. When Eleanor lowered her pussy on my mouth, I felt my thrill being renewed. It's strange, in a way, to learn just how women's pussies can taste so different. I gave her all I had and tried to find the right balance. Balancing time spent on her clit and inside her pussy. Letting go of their breasts I slipped my hands down to her ass and squeezed hard. As I did so, I let my tongue flick upwards to her asshole and heard her moan breaking through her kiss with Nella. When Nella understood what was happening, she laughed and resumed the kiss despite the moans. 

Soon the women changed places again, and I felt as if I was their plaything. A willing plaything. And a very happy one. When they switched again a few minutes later, with Nella back down above my thighs, I felt her simply sitting on the underside of my cock. Eleanor was still forcing me to eat and devour her pussy, but Nella must have guessed that I was very close to a climax. She spent the next few minutes simply grinding her clit on the base of my cock, careful not to touch the head. 

Suddenly, from beneath his wife's ass, with my tongue buried in his wife's pussy, I saw Tim coming around the couch, fully naked. He disappeared behind Eleanor's body, but his proud erection was already pointing in Nella's direction. Not a single word was spoken, but I began hearing the distinct, wet sounds of someone sucking on a cock. Since Eleanor was still openly moaning her pleasure, I knew that his cock was inside my wife's mouth. 

A little while later Eleanor slowly sat up and moved off, letting me see clearly what was going on. I knew Nella had had sex with other men from our Solstices Gang. I'd even seen her in the fog with Timothy. Yet seeing her so close, so clearly, was something else. She had most of Tim's cock in her mouth, all the while gyrating all over my cock, sheathing it completely. His cock was nice and long, seeming rock hard and glistening with my wife's saliva. He had both his hands on her head, guiding her gently, so I could see her breasts in the morning sun. Kate had called her a goddess Saturday night, and it was perfectly appropriate. 

Kneeling right beside me, Eleanor leaned in and kissed me on the cheek before whispering. "Ready for this, dearest?" I looked at her, smiling, and kissed her. Deeply. With love in my heart. With one hand I copied Tim's idea and guided her head for our kiss, and with the other one I grabbed Nella's thigh. I pushed as deep into her as I could. She made a sound, gurgled and muffled as it was, and I pushed up into her for a while. 

After a few moments, I squeezed her thigh twice and stopped thrusting up. She registered the signal and slowly moved up, releasing both our cocks from her body. All three of them were looking at me, curious. I sat up straight on the couch, briefly enjoying the sun on my skin. I then took Eleanor's hand and pulled her in. She grinned as she straddled me and we both moaned as she impaled herself on me. Next I looked at Tim and indicated the seat next to me. Both he and Nella figured out what I wanted quickly enough. 

I didn't have the correct word to describe what I felt when I saw Nella's eyes close as Tim's cock split her pussy lips and penetrated her. Pleasure, pain, thrill, jealousy, fear and liberation all mixed together. Looking at my wife, I said, "We've been offered a remarkable invitation, love."

"Indeed we have. Still willing?" she asked, throwing the question right back at me.

"Yes!"

Eleanor yelped her delight and bent forward to kiss me again. Saying yes once before, without Tim, was something. Saying it again with him here, his cock inside my wife, was something else. Tim laughed and leaned forward, burying his face between my wife's breasts. With my eyes still locked into Nella's, I grinned and winked at her. Soon though our bodies found their rhythms again and were all striving for the physical release that would match the emotional one. 

Despite everything that had changed with our conversation, as soon as Eleanor started fucking me again I remembered that I've been dreaming about fucking her for the last six months. At first everything else disappeared from my mind and I was focused on the purely animal feelings I was experiencing with her. Her smooth thighs slamming above mine, her golden bush and pussy sheathing my cock at an impressive pace, the gently rounded curve of her belly, the two wondrous mammaries swinging in rhythm, her delicate shoulders and neck covered with a cascade of blond hair, and finally her face, that wonderfully beautiful face with those lips and pale green eyes. Looking right into them I could see both her passion and her love. 

Without warning she moved too high and pushed completely off of me. A second later she had turned around, lower herself back above my cock. Once she was impaled again she bent forward and placed her hands on the floor. Holding on to her smooth hips, I began by guiding her movements. Soon though, I was just about manhandling her, driving her hard against my cock. 

When Nella got up as well, mirroring Eleanor's position, I looked at her, then at Tim. We looked at each other for a brief moment, and it was obvious that we were still feeling some measure of disbelief. I knew Tim had been pining for Nella for a while, just like I had wanted to fuck his wife. We were now doing it, side by side on Midwinter. Both women broke the silence by saying "Gods that's deep!" in nearly perfect sync. Tim and I laughed, then proceeded to pull both women as hard against our cocks as we could. They moaned and laughed. 

When we released them they pulled up and sat straight above our cocks, looking at each other. Soon Nella placed her feet on Tim's knees and her hands back on the couch's top. With as much leverage as she could get she started fucking him again. Eleanor and I spent a few seconds staring at my wife's huge breasts as they swung and shook all over the place in this position. Tim couldn't really see them, but he didn't waste any time in seizing the moment. We all heard his deep moan as he grabbed Nella's breasts in his hands. 

Sliding my left hand from Eleanor's hip all the way around across her belly up to her breast, I pulled her against me. I then pushed my other one around her thigh and against her bush, finding her wet lips. Kissing her neck and ear, one hand on her breasts and the other on her clit, I drove her hard towards her climax. She was writhing in pleasure over me, our sweaty skin slipping against each other as well as twisting and turning around my cock. 

"Hmmmmm!" Eleanor's hum turned into a groan just before she pushed herself away and up. Turning around, back to our original position, she placed her knees on either side of my thighs, looked at me with a naughty grin and said, "I don't want to cum alone..." As she mounted me again, sliding her drenched pussy against me, I knew it wouldn't be long. Once again my mind's eye, instead of trying to encompass every feeling of friendship, love, lust and physical pleasure I was buffeted by, focused on the raw sensations from my cock. I could feel the ridged walls of her pussy rubbing up and down my length, her muscles clenching tight around me. 

As she raised her knees up I felt her going just a bit deeper and felt her stretching around the very base of my cock. As I barely brushed her cervix in this position, it triggered the first spark that lit the chain reaction of my climax. I was seconds away from my orgasm when Tim started climaxing. Very soon he was followed by Nella, then me and then Eleanor. I felt my sperm boiling over and coursing through my cock all the way to the depths of Eleanor's pussy. I was looking right into her eyes as I was filling her for the very first time. I knew it wouldn't, not by a long shot, be the last time. 




Midwinter Weekend Pt. 05



Our bodies were pounded by our orgasms, cries and moans and groans bursting out. I saw Nella beginning to shake as her orgasm faded, her legs unable to hold the position any longer. Moving as if drunk, she slipped off Tim and turned around, mounting him again face to face. I could see his sperm glistening on his cock before she guided it back in with a very wet sound. We found ourselves again in the same position; two couples who had just become a foursome. More contended than ever before, we collapsed into two messes of intertwined limbs on the couch. 

***

And that is exactly how Connor found us a few minutes later, soon followed by Rinette. They both came out of their rooms dressed, albeit lightly, but upon seeing us they quickly disrobed. All pretenses of decency and inhibition were forgotten. It's strange how this intense moment of love, this daring attempt at opening the strict confines of traditional love, served as the spark for our very first orgy. 

Connor and Rinette joined us on the couch and they were surprised by the news we shared with them. Then, as Connor grabbed both of Nella's breasts from behind, we all laughed and the mood changed. The noise level too. Our moans soon turned into cries and a few shouts of intense pleasure. The rest of our friends came out of their rooms looking very sleepy, yet they all had soft smiles on their faces. Clothes were discarded, and eventually the couch was pushed against the wall. We all found some place on the soft rug, the one I had first enjoyed with Rinette. 

Some time later, I was given one of the most memorable experience of my sexual life as Hope and Nella gave me a breast bath. Someone had opened a bottle of lube and, kneeling on either side of me, both women looked at me as they lathered up their breasts. That transcendent feeling of being overwhelmed with smoothness and femininity was one of the highpoint of this orgy. I tasted quite a few other pleasures, but somehow this special moment stuck. 

At one point after that, as I felt Rinette's orgasm rock her as I held her in my arms, I looked around the room and saw the lewdest scene I had ever seen in my life. Yet under the moans and sweat was the friendship and love that had been growing for years. The first true bloom had been six months ago, and now, in the deepest of winter, it was blooming again. The winter bloom that would forever define our group of friends.



Midwinter's Eve



Author's Notes; thank you for waiting for a new story from me. Thank you for all the feedback and requests for new work. Now that the legal issues have been dealt with, I will be posting some new stuff as I have time. This is one I hope you will enjoy. Please remember this adult fiction story is copyrighted by me and no unauthorized reproduction is allowed, etc. etc. etc. so on and so forth. Please take a second to vote or a minute to comment or leave feedback. So lean back and enjoy.

*****

John was cursing his rotten luck, driving as fast as he could away from the scene of the crime. On one hand, he was glad he found out before he married the backstabbing, cock sucking, cum-bucket, slut he thought he would spend the rest of his life with. But, on the other hand, he'd never get back the thousands of dollars he wasted on the stuff for the over the top fancy wedding he never wanted in the first fucking place. He knew getting the ring back was going to be a no-go, so he didn't even try. Of course, she had to be fucking his best friend since first grade. Anyone else would almost be forgivable. It was obvious to him it wasn't their first time riding the magical rodeo horse. Didn't they know you wipe up before going the next round or rounds?

Maybe the busted balls and broken jaw would teach his one-time best friend, there are just some things you just didn't do. Granted, it's like the old adage says, you can only covet what you see. But all the same, there is a time to keep your pecker in your pants. Waiting for your best friend to show up for the stag party you are throwing for him, would be one, you'd think! He hoped and prayed that he could get the sight, sound, and smell of their fucking out of his head before he went crazy.

His cell phone rang again. So, he tossed it still ringing, out the fucking window and into the raging storm, not taking his eyes off the curvy snow covered mountain road. He shut the window again quickly, cussing the blizzard he was driving through. If he was stupid enough to fall for her line of bullshit, then the fool him. But, he thought he could trust his friend with his life. Obviously, just not with his woman, such was his fucked up life.

He needed to find his way out of this blinding storm before he turned back, changed his mind, and killed them both for their betrayal. Some impulses are just too strong, too primal to ignore. There is just a part of the brain that short circuits given the proper provocation, and you could only fight or run like a scalded fucking dog. Fortunately, or unfortunately for him, he chose the run option. That didn't necessarily mean the killing them option was totally out of the equation just yet. He had visions of shoving a stick of dynamite up one of their asses while they were mid-fuck. Not that they noticed anything else while occupied, until... 'They'd get a real bang out of that.' He thought vengefully.

"Fuck them in the ass with the barrel of a hot Uzi!" He screamed into the night over the blaring radio. "They damn well deserve each other. I hope he knocks her up and has to support that greedy, conniving, lying, cheating cunt. Let her walk through his money like its water and see how he feels. See if he still feels shoving his tiny pecker in her greedy, gasping, gash was worth it then... I should have shot the both of them between their legs and watched them bleed to death."

He was pounding on his steering wheel with every point of his argument with no one. Shaking his head, he tried to clear out the near overwhelming thoughts of homicide. John reached down trying to turn the heater up to just a few degrees above frostbite and keep his eyes on the almost nonexistent road. 

"OH SHIT!" He screamed, swerving when a huge blob, of a brown something, crossed his field of vision. The vehicle instantly went into an uncontrollable slide, heading for the steep cliff.

"Of all my cock sucking, mother fucking, two balled, cunt lapping, numb nuts kicking, luck!" He was breathing hard as his engine revved uselessly, his tires spinning on the ice and snow. "What the fuck did I ever do to piss you off?" He screamed at the sky, unaware that he was stomping on the accelerator instead of the brakes.

Thump, thump, thump... John jumped as a big brown blur stood by his window. "Are you hurt? Can I help you? Are you in pain?" A deep rasping voice drifted through the raging blizzard.

"What the fuck?" John jumped at the sound of the voice so close to his ear. "Who, what, how...?" He was looking around trying to make his brain work. "I'm, um, okay." His hands were shaking as the fear and adrenalin started wearing off from his near death experience.

"Take your foot off the petal that makes it go, before you launch over the side of the cliff!" The shadow of the person stepped back from the window. "Take a deep breath and everything can be okay." The voice got closer as John put the car in park, and turned off the ignition, stopping the over-revving engine. He leaned his head against the steering wheel as the frigid bite of the wind penetrated the windshield and ripped at his shattered heart.

"Nothing will ever be okay again." He murmured. "I'm totally fucked." John sighed under his breath. Anger, rage, and dumb fucking luck, had got him this far. But, all that had just ran out. Or, had it? "Is there, um, someplace where I can...?" He started saying, trying to put a cognitive, non-reactionary thought together.

"Are you done freaking out?" There was a hint of humor and something else in the voice. "How did you ever find this road into my range? It's fairly well off the beaten path." A huge glove covered hand tried to wipe some of the snow off his window. There was a loud scrapping sound as the ice and snow fell to the ground, letting a small pair of black eyes peer into the vehicle.

"I was just trying to get... um, anyway, aren't you cold?" He shook his head, trying to clear it.

"Well, I've been warmer at other times of the year, but there is a balance to keep either way." The huge bulk look like it shrugged off a ton of snow in a single movement. "But, there is a warm place out of this blowing wind if you're not afraid of a little walk in the weather." John just realized the person speaking to him was female. At least he thought she was female.

"If I could just get out of the snow bank...?" He tried to look around.

"I'd give up on your car thing. If you tried, you'll be dead by morning." She answered, before he could finish his thought. "It'll be buried as soon as we leave and the snow can get to it. It might be free again by mid-spring... maybe." She added doubtfully. "But, I have a place out of the weather, where you can rough it out." She grabbed the door handle. "Don't worry; you'll be safe as long as you're with me." John had to put his foot against the door to help her shift the snow that had already blocked him in.

"God damn it, it's cold." John shivered trying to shove his arms into his coat and zip it before all his body heat left him.

"It has to be cold here to be warm someplace else, and this God you speak of, hasn't damned this place yet." She chuckled. "Come on, before you get buried in this winter's coat. Me, I'm used to it." She turned and started trudging through the hip deep snow, cutting a deep trail. "Keep in my tracks or they'll be de dragging what's left of your body out, come the spring thaw." She shouted over her shoulder.

John pulled his coat in as tight as he could and tried to keep up with the deceptively fast bulk of the woman, who had just saved his life. He took a quick look back and noticed there was only an unrecognizable lump of snow where he thought his car should be.

"Pay attention to where you're going, not where you've been." A big hand stopped him from walking off the edge of the cliff on the other side of the guardrail. "Stay close to me or you'll be forever lost!" She warned him one last time with a grumbling snuffle.

John didn't know how far he walked, but he knew he was dead tired and wanted to rest for a second. The only shelter from the wind was right behind the woman he was following. All of a sudden, they turned right and the wind and snow just stopped. He didn't know if it was a cave or a huge stone house, and really he didn't care. He was instantly warm, due to the lack of the freezing wind, as soon as she closed the door behind him...

"I'd take off that jacket before you start sweating and it freezes on you before morning. It's a good way to snuff out your flame." She shrugged out of a huge hairy over coat and hung it on the wall. "I usually don't go out once a storm starts. But, I guess there was reason enough this time." She shrugged and stepped close to John, looking him in the eye. "You'll be safe here, as safe as you can be anywhere in this part of the world. So, tell me man thing, what's bothering you so much that you found your way to my home?" She asked him, with her indescribable eyes.

"Thanks for saving me." John started to speak.

"It's a long time before spring and it's not sure thing if I've saved you or not... yet." She corrected him automatically. "But, your kind never sees the big picture anyway, so save your thanks until it's known for sure." She pointed to a chair that he didn't remember being there. "Sit down and get some rest. We can talk later." She walked off without a backward glance.

As tired as he was, he noticed that she had long reddish brown hair that came down just to the dimples in her butt cheeks. Her legs were bare and when she bent over, you could see a hint of her pink neither lips peaking out at him. When she looked back at him just as she was leaving the room, he noticed her massive breasts, with her hard nipples sticking out through the long hair.

Before he knew what was happening, he leaned back and closed his eyes and was instantly asleep. His next tiny bit of awareness, he realized he was in a comfortable bed and thought he could hear the woman speaking.

"Not too bad for one of his kind. He has a bright flame and should be able to weather the winter, if he can handle my nature. I'll find out in a couple of days if he was worth going out this close to midwinter's eve." He felt a warm hand cup his manhood. "It should get the job done, if he knows how to use it."

He fell back asleep as the wind howled. He had visions of two women fighting over him. "Oh, quit your bitching sister, I found him first! Finders' keepers... and I keep them longer than you do anyway. So, go find some other male to torment to death!" He felt something warm snuggle next to him and fell back into a peaceful sleep.

"Oh goodness John, you do know how to use your tool." In his dream, he was having some of the best sex he had ever had in his life. The woman was riding him with complete abandon as his fingers sank into her massive tits to keep them from flopping into his face and smothering him. He cock was buried in a tight hot swirling furnace of desire and he thrust up into it with all his might.

"Yes, oh yes, YES!" She screamed as her body undulated on top of him in climax. "Give me more... I want it all!" Her hips were making small rotating motions, sucking his seed out of him as his eyes snapped open.

"Oh damn!" His nuts felt like they were being sucked dry. "How did we...? Oh yes!" She flexed her hips and took him into the longest orgasm he had ever experienced.

"If you don't let go of my nipples, I can't stop the cycle of our bodies." Her eyes were wild and her body twitched with every pump of his sperm into her center. They were both hot and sweaty. "At least this time you are awake enough to truly enjoy it." She smiled. "The first two times, you slept through most of it." She smiled at him. "I might have helped, but I needed to be sure." She shrugged, making a lot of flesh move.

You see, the woman he was still balls deep in, wasn't what you could call small, or tiny, or thin. As a matter of fact, in the current parlance of porn, she would be known as a Chubby, or a BBW, or a Plumper. Granted she wasn't grossly fat, but still, there was a lot of her to enjoy. Her tits were huge. They covered from just under her chin to six inches above her navel, with long hard thick nipples that were a mouth full all by themselves. Her waist was tapered down and made great handles for him to grab as she rode him, and her butt was wide and plump. Her core was hot wet and very comfortable. It took all of him in, even his balls felt like they were inside of her as she rested on him.

"Sure about what?" John was breathing hard as his nuts tried to settle back into their sack and between his legs instead of hers.

"That you were the right one." She sighed, her center resting on his groin. "No moving or it will start all over again and you don't have the energy for that yet." She pointed at his face as she dislodged his still hard member out of her core. "Once I clean myself, it will go back down, until next time we mate. But, it had to start on midwinter or all could be lost." She said like it all made sense.

"How long was I asleep?" John asked trying to straighten out his stiff, sore body.

"Two days and three moon risings." She walked to an adjoining room. "To be fair, you did plug it into me first when I came to rest next to you. I never knew your kind could do that in your sleep." She smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Then nature took her due." She chuckled with an inside joke.

"I'm thirsty." John said, not know what else to say or think.

"There is a refreshing drink by the bed. But be careful it's pure and uncut." She warned as he started gulping it down. "Never mind," She sighed with resignation. "I can take a bath later." She came back in and lay back down next to him opening her legs in anticipation.

John didn't know what hit him. He knew he had just finished, but he was ready to go again. He climbed up and looked down at the naked woman. He moved between her thick shapely legs and without pause, shoved himself to the root of her molten core.

He wondered why he had so much energy. He wondered why his cock felt so good moving in and out of this woman, who he didn't even know her name. He wondered why in all of his experience, it never felt this good before? He wondered how he could just keep cuming and cuming without getting tired of filling her drenched pussy with his seed. He wondered why he wasn't getting sore no matter how tight her pussy was locked around his thrusting cock as her orgasms rippled over him.

"Because you are the right one, and we needed this mating." She gasped, answering his unspoken questions, from under him. "Give me life John. Fill me up with your seed. Don't stop until you can't move anymore." She held his arms, looking up at him as they moved together.

For all the hard thrusting John gave her, he was surprised how they had not become bruised. Their bodies slapped together time and time again. The harder he shoved, the more pliant her body became to welcome him. It was like a slice of heaven as he mated with her until he couldn't think again.

"Oh yes, oh yes, OH YES!" She screamed when she peaked again, bringing him with her.

John collapsed to his side and went out like a light. He thought he heard giggling. "So, that's your secret sister. But, I don't only want one night, or one week. I want this until spring comes, at least." John felt her move and tried to reach for her. "I'll need to get him some human food, if I want to keep this one alive and healthy." And she was gone from his dreams.

*****

John woke up from the most erotic dream he had ever experience. He could have sworn there was an Arab Queen standing over him. Her skin was so dark it was more blue than brown. Every curve was perfect for enticement. She oozed sexuality, but you knew there was danger there too. She was almost every male's masturbatory fantasy. But, he just smiled at her as he molded into a bigger, softer woman's folds and relaxed until he filled her to over flowing. He heard voices and smelled food. It was the smell that woke him up. He got up, looked for his clothes, but hunger drove him to the smells of sustenance.

"But I only want to borrow him, to see if he is as good as you say sister!" A petulant voice said.

"Why should I let you sister? You never let me borrow any of your toys, before you throw them away? I found him first, and I plan on keeping him!" Her voice said hotly.

"I would keep them, if any were as good as this one." The sultry voice whined.

"Liar...! I know your little trick now. You use them and throw them away in less than one week!" Her voice took a hard edge. "He's awake. I think it is time for you to leave my cave sister."

"Are you afraid if he sees me he'll leave you?" There was an evil tease in the other voice. John stood there stunned when the two women of his dreams were standing there looking at him. "Aren't you going to introduce your guest to me sister?" The tall skinny one asked, striking a seductive pose, her doe eyes evaluating him.

"Why?" She started to say and then huffed. "Fine... John, this is my sister!" She hissed out. "She was just leaving!"

"But he looks so yummy." The tall woman took a step closer, making her bare high breasts bounce just a little.

"And you look just like an evil, back stabbing, slut; who uses men like toys and laughs when you break them. I've already left one of those behind!" John didn't know where that came from, but knew it was true. There was a resemblance, at least in most of her features, but really hit the mark in the selfish attitude. "How can someone so good looking be so ugly at the same time?" He asked himself thoughtfully.

"See sister, he has made his choice, now leave! Your time is over for this cycle! You're next chance is during the spring rut." The full breasted woman growled.

"You'll pay for that!" The tall dark one stalked the naked John. "Mark my words man, you will pay for that insult!" She almost got to him when 'She' grabbed the long hair of her sister, and literally tossed her out the door.

"And don't come back uninvited!" She said, slamming the door close.

"Am I dreaming all this?" John asked sitting down. "Am I still stuck in that snow bank slowly losing my mind, freezing to death?" He asked, not understand what was happening to him. "They say people who are freezing to death have weird visions as their brains start shutting down." He shivered at the thought.

"No, you are not dreaming John." She brushed his hair out of his face. "But, you need to eat before I can answer all the questions screaming in your head." She sighed, kissed his forehead, and hugged him close.

"I don't even know your name." He whispered under his breath, watching her ass wiggle when she moved toward the other room.

"You can call me Doni, John." She smiled, brightening up her whole face. He followed her into a kitchen he hadn't seen before.

"That smells good." Again he was speaking, but not really knowing what to say.

"I went into the closet town and got a few things for you. The woman at the store was very helpful once I offered her a very special gift." She put brand new dishes before him and started serving him up a heaping plate of food. "Eat until you are sated, then we can talk some more." She kissed him once, then twice, then thrice. "Stop that, or you will starve. Food, then talk, and then we can use that!" She scolded him with a smile, flicking the turgid member that was poking her leg.

After he couldn't eat another bite, he sighed and reached for the clear liquid sitting in front of Doni. "No, I brought you your kind of drink. You don't need mine again for a while and then only if I dilute it." She pulled it away from him.

"Yes dear." John smiled at the look on her face.

"Oh, you meant dear one, not a deer, like the flighty, fickle creature." She looked confused for a second. "You are welcome my dearest one." She smiled back. "It has been a long time since I had company over the winter." She sighed. "I forget some of the graces and customs of your kind."




Midwinter's Eve



"My kind...?" John looked confused. "What do you mean my kind?" He asked realizing she had said it before.

"Let us cover ourselves and talk." She smiled at him, her sex getting wet. "I see I have the same effect on you, as you are having on me, and we need to understand each other before we can mate again." She sighed, making her tits wiggle and John's dick start growing. "See... if that get's fully hard and ready for me, we'll never get the talking part done." She stepped away and walked out of the room.

John, not having much of a choice, followed her. He entered another room, and saw his clothes folded on a chair. He put them on and felt uncomfortable, but at least under control. "These need washed." He sniffed his clothes and smelled the stale sweat and dirt.

"Once the water is flowing again, you can clean them." She answered automatically. "I didn't store enough for extra before the first freeze, but then again I wasn't expecting company either." She shrugged into her big furry coat and sat down. "I'm sorry, but this is all I have for right now." Her shape changed, it looked like she was expanding in height and stature.

"How long have I been here?" The smell of his clothes brought some of his memories back, snapping him out of his fascination with his companion.

"Not yet a waxing of the moon." Doni said instantly. "Two seven days, or too weak? No, that's not right..." She seemed confused, like she was looking for the right term.

"Two weeks, as in half a month?" John was shocked. "How long did I sleep?" He asked himself.

"The first time, two days and three moons until you woke up sowing me on the Midwinter Eve. Then four days and moons after the second time we sowed. And then about a day each time after we sow to completion, until this moon-fall, when my sister snuck into my home and tried to take you away from me while I was out getting you man food." She stated, counting on her fingers.

"Sowed...?" John asked confused by what she was saying. "You mean when we made love, or had sex, or whatever you want to call it?" His dick got instantly hard thinking about it.

"Yes, when you put your man tool inside of me so we could mate. We sowed many more time than I thought necessary to create life. Then again, this is the first time in a long time that I found the lost ones first." She shrugged. "I knew my sister was out looking, so I went out too." She said like it all made perfect sense.

"Um, who are you?" John heart started beating really hard. "And who is your sister... really?" He had thoughts of demons and succubae spiraling in his head. 

"Well my sister is known to put out the fires of the ones she finds, but then again I just think she uses too much of the elixir of life on them to satisfy her desires." She scrunched up her face. "We have been called many things throughout time. But, basically we are the spirits of nature. We bring balance to this world. Well, at least we try." Doni shrugged, like she was talking about the weather.

"Oh my God!" John gasped. "Are you kidding me?" It was not the answer he was expecting, but then again, his ex was into all that vampire crap that had become so popular.

"No need to bring Him into this. It's not like he doesn't know about us. He gets all stodgy about things when you bring him into it. Always going on about his big plan and how we have to follow the rules, so on and so forth, like we really listen to all of that drivel. But, with the people he is trying to teach, I don't really blame him. They're known to be a bit thick in the head." She wrinkled her nose at him and smiled. "At least I made sure you were single before we sowed the first time. My sister isn't so picky."

"Okay, okay, ok!" John stopped and took three deep breaths. "Do you mean that you are nymphs, sprites, succubae, what? I need to know what you are as well as who you are." John was breathing fast, trying to get his brain to engage.

"We have been called those things, and also Donni Spirits, or Mother Earth Sprits, but we are just the source of life, and balance. We are the ones who ensure there are more babies even in times of famine and strife. We have been called many things by your kind, some nice and some not." Doni shrugged and looked away.

"And, you are immortal?" John asked, not expecting an answer.

"Just like you are." She snapped. "Oh, this body will wear out, especially if we keep sowing like we have been, and I will be born into a new one if I so choose. It happens every so often, especially when I find a good sower. I mean it is meant to bring forth life, and that can wear a body out really fast. But then again, you were a spirit before you were born into that body and will again after you are done with it, so it's not that dissimilar." She explained with a flick of her wrist.

"And your sister?" John was trying to wrap his head around what she was saying and not quite getting there.

"My sister is a bitch in heat." She huffed irritated. "I mean she is 'The Bitch in Heat'! She is sex incarnate for the sake of reproduction alone. She is what most would call a spirit of lust. She makes sure the species will continue, if people like it or not. She will make sure sex will happen even if it is with the woman you hate, just to make life continue. She is the one males would kill to have sex with. She is the one males die to have sex with. Think of all the males who are found naked and dead after midwinter. That is my sister's handy work! That is why she is so mad when you sent her away. She is not often refused by your kind." She said ominously.

"So, she is just like my ex." John mused out loud. "A lust filled, man destroying, grasping, controlling, cunt! She gets her way by fucking men into submission." John was instantly angry.

"Yeah, but, she's family so I have to love her anyway." Doni shrugged. "Me, I'm more the mothering spirit. I am built to bring forth offspring, giving them milk to sustain and nurture them. I'm built for forever bonding and reproduction. That is why I look the way I do. I am what males should want to give them big strong children, but chase after women like my fickle sister instead."

"Not all men." John said in instant defense. "I see more men married to women who look like you, then women who look like... what's her name." John corrected automatically. "Men chase after what they want, but not necessarily what they need." He sighed and then asked. "So, am I really trapped here forever?" He sighed, trying to wrap his head around the insane conversation he was having, still wondering if he was slowly freezing to death in a snow covered car.

"No!" Doni looked shocked. "I'd never trap you. I don't trap men! You can leave at any time you want." She looked like she was going to cry. "The door is right there." She pointed to it.

"And what would happen to me if I walked out the door?" He knew by the look on her face, that he had hurt her and she was hiding something.

"I haven't lied to you." She huffed indignantly. "You are completely safe as long as you are with me." She folded herself deeper into her coat. "But, if you leave me, you are subject to the elements. There is snow taller than your head out there and it is a very long walk to where the road is and then back down the mountain. Nature will have her due and they will find your lifeless body, if they can, next spring... That's if, you're not turned into a food source for the creatures who did not prepare for the winter."

"And after spring thaw?" He was shocked by her words.

"In the spring, if you want to go back, I will take you to your car so you can leave me. Once you leave, you can never come back to me. You can never find this place again, and if you did, I would not be here or you wouldn't recognize or remember me." Her voice deepened with her sadness.

"I never said anything about leaving you Doni." John said confused. "But, some day I might have to go down and settle a few things with a few people. I mean... there are some clothes and stuff I might like to have with me. It's not like I have that much of a life left down there anyway, but still." He stammered, as her eyes got big again, lit up, and she smiled while taking off her thick furry coat.

"Then, you do want to stay with me? You do choose me?" She started pulling at his clothes, tearing a few of the seams. "So, are we done with the talking part yet my dearest one?" She bit her lip as John struggled to get his pants off. "Hurry John, come take me. Right here, right now!" She got down on all fours and looked over her shoulder at her lover while his long man tool entered into her depths again.

John grabbed her meaty ass handles and started slamming in and out of her willing body. His mind was consumed with desire. He pushed forward as she pushed back into his throbbing member. They were quickly down to guttural noises as they rutted together in blissful abandon. They felt a blast of cold air and looked over their shoulders not stopping in their ardent mating.

"Oh shit, a bear's cave." The startled man said frightened and back pedaling as fast as he could.

*****

The hiker had gotten lost in a storm. But, he knew how to survive as long as he was not sick or hurt. So far he had been lucky, but he knew he had to find food and shelter or he would not last until help could arrive. He knew if nothing else, his lover would come looking for him if he didn't show up on time.

He climbed down the steep cliff in the hopes of finding some hidden shelter. He smiled when he saw the cave with a trail wide enough for safety. It was just what he needed to keep dry and warm as long as it was not previously occupied. This could mean the difference between life and death until the sky cleared enough to let him get his bearings back to his vehicle.

As he walked in, he saw two shapes moving together. When he moved, the dim light hit them. He saw the two huge bears mating with their natural primal need of reproduction. They didn't pause in their rutting as he slowly stepped back out of the cave. He knew he needed to give them a wide berth or he would end up as a midwinter snack. He looked around and saw the trail head off around the mountain to the left.

He was thinking about this trip and wondered if he was getting too old to go wandering off into the woods alone any more. "First it was that crazy woman, who tried to seduce me, like that was a possibility, and now this." The hiker sighed and started looking for another outcropping of rock. "My boyfriend is not going to believe this story." The hiker made sure his footing was secure and reached for the half hidden post that was actually the guardrail. "Dumb fucking luck!" He exclaimed with glee. "I've found the road."

He walked down the grade maybe a half mile and saw the back end of a car sticking out of a snow drift. He looked around to see if anyone was there. He noticed claw marks on the side door next to the window and figured a bear had frightened the driver out into the elements. He knew for a fact there were bears in the area, so it made sense to him. He opened the door and rifled through the paper and junk on the front seat. Reading the registration, he recognized the name of the man from the missing person's handout all hikers look at before they go out into the wilderness. He tried the key that was still hanging in the ignition and the car started up first go, the radio blaring.

"I'm sorry John Morrison, but my survival demands I use your car to get down the mountain to safety. I'll let everyone know where it was found so that they can come looking for you in the spring if there is anything left." He sighed while he worked to get the car out of the snow bank. He knew that no one could survive over a month in these harsh elements. He barely survived three days and he knew what he was doing.

Back in the cave, Doni and John had finished fucking like wild animals and were laying in the floor snuggling each other. "What the hell happened?" John panted, exhausted from their mating. "What made that guy leave like that?"

"John my dearest, I am a sprit, the spirit of motherly reproduction, to be exact." She smiled and ran her finger through his growing hair. "He saw us reproducing together, but not in your natural form, but the one I use most often. He saw what his mind could accept to leave us in peace." Never in her long existence had she ever craved the mating like this John man caused her to crave it. She knew it was going to be a bountiful spring.

"So, we looked like two bears...?" John reached over and started fondling her full breasts, softly tweaking the hard nipple between his fingers.

"Yes my lover. He saw two bears mating in the woods." She smiled. "Don't start that. My milk is not ready yet." She moaned as John started sucking on her nipple. "Oh, that feels so good." Her body let down and John's mouth was filled with her rich, life sustaining nectar. "Don't stop my lover, please don't stop." She cradled his head to her breast as he fed on her essence. John feasted on her until he was full. He shifted and slipped between her splayed legs. Without even trying, his cock found her wet and inviting pussy and the mating ritual began again.

"I'd like to see two bears mate like this." John said, as he slipped into her core again. She smiled as he shoved himself to the hilt in one fluid movement, meeting her raised hips between her thick legs.

*****

John woke up from a dream. He smiled as his hips slowly moved. He reached around and started rubbing the swelling tummy of his lover. Their love making had become less frenzied, and more fulfilling as time went on. Doni growled deeply in her slumber, her butt pushing back into her lover's impaling tool.

"Don't wake the children yet, my lover." She grumbled, her body responding to his movements. "And no milk for you today, I have to save some for our cubs." She reached back wanting to touch her lover while they mated and woke up from a long nap.

"What time is it dear?" John asked slowing down. He knew he couldn't get her any more pregnant, but still, he just fit inside of her and sought out her warmth whenever they were close enough to touch.

"It is almost full spring my love." Doni's growl grew deeper. "Don't you dare stop!" She hissed when he pulled out. Her gasp was muffled by her legs when he went between them to finisher her off with his mouth and ate her love juice from the source between her legs. He nibbled her clit when he felt her mouth surround his member. They exploded together, feeding each other with their bodily fluids and rolled away panting for air.

"God, I love you." John exclaimed and turned to snuggle his mate. He licked the leaking milk from her breasts and smiled up at her as she cupped his head close so he could drink from her.

"I love you too, but soon I must send you away." She sighed. "You cannot be here when I give birth. It is forbidden." She said sadly.

"But I don't ever want to leave you my love." John sat up and pushed the hair out of his eyes.

"I didn't say you have to leave me. Trust me... that time is long past. We're mated for your lifespan now. I don't think I will ever find another like you, but you cannot be here, as I give birth, my love. You will always be part human, but our children will not. I must bring forth the new life cycle or balance will fail." She gathered him to her other breast. "Okay, but just a little more." She put her fingers around her opposite breast and nuzzled it into his mouth so he could suckle her, while she talked. 

"You said you want some of your man things around you." She continued with a contented sigh. "Go get them and come back to this cave in the late summer after the first chilling wind. I will find you and bring you home. There is much to do on this side of the world, but the other side needs my attention too. My other sisters can help for a while, but I must do what I was created to do." She moaned with pleasure. "Watch out for my sister Eve though. She will try to get her due once you are no longer under my protection, or while I'm away giving birth. Remember she doesn't always obey the rules." She pulled him away from her breast and snuggled with him until they slept.

A week or so later, John woke up because Doni was grunting and pushing at him. "It's my time, you must leave!" She had her fur coat on and was pushing him out of the cave while he tried to get his clothes on. "Go...!" Her grunts turned into a roar as her hands grew claws and her eyes turned black.

"Remember I'll always love you!" John hugged her face and kissed her muzzle.

The Great Bear, known to most as Ursa Major, shoved the man thing with her head until he was at the border of her range. Why she didn't eat him as food? Because she knew this was her mate. But, it was her time to be alone. Spring was here and cubs of all kinds needed to be born. The cycle of life needed to turn once more. She made sure he was safely on the man trail before the pains became too much. She left him looking at her as she ambled away to give birth to their cubs.

"Oh, isn't that cute! A man thing is in love with a big, fat, grumpy, bear. What do you think of her now that you've seen my sister in her more natural form? Does she still turn you on? Is your man pecker still hard for her? Do you want to go fuck her just for old times' sake? I can tell you she's one mean, snarling, bitch in the spring. So, go get her stud muffin. Show her 'who's the man'!" The woman laughed at John and was gone. John looked around knowing it was going to be a long walk down the mountain. He walked past the place his car was supposed to be and sighed.

*****

John was exhausted by the time he started seeing the tiny buildings looking down the mountain. He was famished by the time he could make out the people swarming the tiny combination Ranger's Post, grocery store and gas station. On the back of a tow truck, he noticed his car. He wondered what the hell was going on and why they had those dogs crawling all over his car.

He tried to moisten his lips as a dog bounded over to him and started jumping and barking at his feet. "God damn it, you stupid cur-bitch, it's not time to play around. We's gotta find this here lost feller." An older man spat out his chaw and looked at John. "I'm sorry mister... Hey, Billy, look-it here...!" He shouted and pointed at John.

"What the hell are you doing with my car?" John asked them irritated and passed out.

"Jezus H. Christallmighty, it him... it's him!" The man shouted getting every ones attention. "He made it out alive but you better get him some help soon. He looks done in." John heard none of the commotion around him. He called out for his lover, looking for the comfort he knew should be there.

The medic looked at her patient and wondered how he had made it through over three months of harsh winter out in the mountains. Most locals couldn't make it a week and they knew the dangers of living on the Continental Divide. She wondered how he made it up the old road to nowhere where his car was found by the other lost hiker. And, she wondered who this Donny he kept calling out for was.

"Hold on, Deer...!" The driver warned right before he swerved to miss the stupid animal that just stood there looking at the ambulance. Once it past, you could see the steam coming off her coat.

"So, you are now away from my sister's protection. We'll just have to see about that!" She hissed at big vehicle as they rolled past.

*****

John couldn't get comfortable, but he couldn't wake up either. The smells were killing him. His arms hurt and he wanted to go home to Doni. He bit his lip and tried to open his eyes.

"He's waking up!" a familiar voice screeched. "Get the doctor, he's waking up!"

"Who can sleep with all this damn noise?" John croaked out, his lips and throat dry.

"Just put some ice on his lips, no liquid." Another voice said and stopped him from rubbing out his eyes. "Here, I will do that, sir." The voice held a note of authority.




Midwinter's Eve



"Oh thank god. We thought you were dead and, and... and...!" The screeching voice said and started bawling.

"Damn Maddie, can't a guy get some sleep?" John bitched at her just to shut her up. He finally could start seeing things when he realized he was in a hospital bed and people were surrounding him. He saw Madison and his memory came rushing back. The fact that she was obviously pregnant wasn't lost on him either.

"Oh Jonny, I'm so sorry, I love you so much and I'm so sorry...!' Madison stated babbling at him and tried to get close.

"Where is Dale? And whose is that?" He pointed to her stomach. "I know it ain't mine! Remember, someone thought it was a good idea to not have sex until after we were married. Some shit about making the honeymoon better?" He was instantly pissed and it showed.

"Sir, you need to calm down." The nurse, doctor, or whoever, told John and then turned on Madison. "Ma'am, we let you in because you said you were his fiancé. You need to leave now so we can evaluate his condition!" There was no give in her voice.

"But I am...!" Madison whined. "This is all just a huge misunderstanding." She pleaded her case while she was ushered out. As soon as there was relative quiet, the nurse came back into his field of view. 

"I need to know what you remember." She asked, looking at him and reading his vitals.

"I remember catching her and Dale fucking in my living room when I walked in." John started telling her still pissed, making his voice loud.

"Language please, this is a small hospital and there are kids in the hallway." The nurse scolded him.

"Sorry... I caught them in flagrant delecti, sans apparel, mid copulation, on my new leather couch. She 'was' my fiancée just like Dale 'was' my best friend. Dale was supposed to be taking me out for a stag party. But, I had to work out of town and was going to meet him once I got home. So anyway, I let them know I was not pleased with their activities and left the area before I lost the battle raging in my head and killed them for their betrayal." John wiped a tear. "I got into my car and headed out of town, not caring where I went. I got lost trying to get away from them. It was snowing really hard and I almost hit something or someone." He sighed and tried to remember more. "The rest is a bit fuzzy."

"That was over four months ago. Closer to five in all reality" The nurse said in a no nonsense voice, not agreeing with the stupid youngster who was the new hospital shrink. "Do you remember anything else?" She watched his vitals and put a warm blanket over him.

"I remember being warm." His eyes lost focus until he shook his head. "Then the long walk down the mountain. I remember seeing dogs all over my car. I remember asking what they were doing." He thought hard. "And then, I remember now."

"That was over two weeks ago. You've been in a coma like state for over two weeks." She said, watching him for his reaction. "I know it wasn't a coma, because you kept calling for someone and reaching for them in your sleep. But, you refused to respond to any other outside stimuli." She bit her lip and closed the door. "We thought it might have been her." She motioned with her thumb over her shoulder, "but I knew that was wrong as soon as you called her something else. Do you remember this other person who might be able to fill us in? She might be able to fill in some of the details." She was flicking a pen in her large hip pocket.

"Not right now." John looked confused. "There was something... two women, one tall and skinny and the other... I just don't know. I just remember being warm and safe." He was trying so hard, sweat was breaking out on his brow.

"It's okay, just relax. It will come back to you in time." She patted his arm. "You were dehydrated and your clothes were basically rags hanging off your body. But, you lipid count was high enough to stave off brain damage. You had to be getting some kind of fat and nutrients into your body during the long winter, or you'd never have survived. Your muscle tone is impressive and there is no neuropathy, but your body mass index is less than 5% body fat." She read the chart. "You need to get some rest and good high protein food. I know everyone and their brother is going to want to talk to you. You're big doings around here." She smiled and put a shot into his IV.

John felt the warm fluid go up his arm. He looked at it and his eyes got blurry. "Where's Doni?" He asked the nurse seconds before he found oblivion again.

"I was hoping you could tell me sugar." She smiled at him as the drug took effect.

*****

"In further news tonight, John Morrison, the lost driver who walked out of the back mountains, is still recovering from his ordeal. He says he still can't remember where he was over the winter, but that he was warm and safe. On a side note, the person who drove his car down from the mountains is now under investigation. John Morrison said he recognized the man from the cave he was in. It is unknown if he has legal counsel and refused our request for an interview. In the weather, we are having one of the most spectacular springs in many years, even if it is coming a bit late. Back to you in the Weather Center, David."

John flicked of the news and turned away from the window. "It's that time of day again John." The older nurse came in stopping just inside of the door.

"No, no and NO!" John snapped irritated. "I do not want to see her unless Dale is with her and they can explain it to me together." John looked at her and prayed she was still on his side.

"Well, look at that spike in your vitals... I'll let the doctor know. The Sherriff is here again." She warned him as she opened the door. "I'm sorry ma'am, but it's the same answer as yesterday. Until he is totally stable and calm, we just can't risk his recovery. Sir, you can go in, but for no more than ten minutes." She let the officer in.

"Good morning John. Nurse Ratchet tells me you're doing better." The cop set his hat down and smiled. "You know you can be charged for assault if he wanted to." He sighed. "But, let's table that for now. Do you remember anything new? You've got that guy doing the pee-pee dance when you said you saw him before. He is in full denial mode and well with everything else." He looked at John to gauge his reactions.

"I know, but I just can't tell you what I don't remember." John sighed frustrated. "I do remember seeing him. He walked into where I was and then backed out. But, that is all I remember. Hell, I can't even tell you at what point it happened. He was wearing a yellow backpack and blue shoes. He had a bright orange cap and black gloves. But, that is all I remember." John was getting frustrated.

"And you said you were with this Donny person and maybe another woman." The cop checked his notes. "Anything new on them?" He wrote down the description in his note pad.

"No, just the name I call out in my sleep, and the memory of being warm and safe. It is Doni, not Donny and it's a she, I think."

"A Doni woman you say?"An old wrinkled person was walking by. "A spirit woman?" He stepped in.

"Hey Tallbear, I'm glad you could stop by. This is the guy we had you tracking but you could never find." The cop smiled at the old man.

"I should say not, if he was with a Doni woman. He was in the spirit world. They are nature sprits." He looked at the white man laying there. "He has heard this before, you can tell by his eyes." He pointed to John who was sitting up.

"What do you mean?" The cop looked at the old guide.

"Yeah, that... how, who are these Doni women?" John sat up, listening with every fiber of his being.

"Duna, Doni, Mudo, Mut, and other such legends, are all about the great mother spirits. They are the life bringers. Some call her Gaia, or Ursa the Great Mother. Some call her the Great Bear, or Otter or Deer. Every tribe I know of has legends of these women." Things started tickling the back of John's mind.

"Some mate for life and others are to make enough lust to ensure the survival of the..." It was right there.

"Why do they get to go in and see him?" A voice screeched, interrupting the fleeting memory.

"Damn it, just when I was getting something new." The Cop sighed. "I'll go deal with her. See what you can get out of him please." He walked out of the room.

"You have heard of these things before?" The old man looked at John.

"I don't remember, but they sound right. I was in a snow storm and something big and brown crossed in front of me. I remember a scraping sound and a harsh voice. I remember being warm and snuggled. I remember drinking something that kept me alive." John was trying so hard to remember details.

"If, and I do mean the big if... it was a real Doni woman, she has the power to make you forget." He shrugged. "But you are right about some of it. We find many men naked and dead in the mountain after the midwinter's snow. They all have this strange look on their face and are still hard down there."

"Too much elixir of life can do that." John murmured.

"What was that?" Tallbear asked looking at the man in the bed.

"Too much... too much of something. Damn it, it was right there." He shook his head. "This is so fucking frustrating. It's just out of my reach, but I know I'm not crazy." John insisted, getting angry.

"Touched by the spirits is what you are. You're very lucky." Tallbear smiled as they listened to the screeching out in the hall. "Well, in some things anyway." They laughed as Madison kept yelling at the cop.

"I am his next of kin as much as he has one and I want to know what is going on right now!" Madison was yelling loud enough that everyone was looking at her.

"My God, she was always such a selfish bitch, just like Doni's sister!" John shook his head.

"Who's sister?" Tallbear asked quietly.

"Doni's sister, the lust spirit." John looked shocked. "Wait, what did I just say?"

"You tell me." Tallbear held his gaze, his spine going chill.

"I don't remember. I just know it was right. But I can't remember the words." John looked at the old native man, not knowing how to say it again.

"I was right. You have walked with the spirits while you were away. But, they will never understand." He pointed to the cop who was trying to deal with his ex. "Tell them a reclusive old medicine woman found you in the mountains and kept you warm. When you get out of here, come look me up. I think we have a lot to talk about." He shook John's hand and left quietly.

*****

Two days later, he had to let them in. Standing in front of him was he ex best-friend and ex-girlfriend. "How's the jaw?" John asked Dale none too kindly, flexing his hand.

"It will never be the same. I have three screws and a plate in to keep it together." Dale looked pissed. "I might never be able to have kids either." He hissed, his nuts contracting painfully.

"You mean besides the one she's carrying?" He pointed at Madison. "You know it's not mine right?" He wanted to laugh at the look on Dale's face. "I hadn't even fucked her yet, so the honeymoon would be special." He smiled grimly.

"You lying cunt!" Dale turned on Madison. "You said that..." He was ready to go off on her. She knew he wanted to know if it was his.

"Unless you were fucking someone else behind mine and Dale's back, Maddie...?" John stopped Dale's tirade.

"I wasn't fucking anyone behind your back. And fucking Dale was the biggest mistake I ever made. Hell, I don't even like the macho prick. I don't know how we ended up on the couch when you walked in. All I remember was him bitching about the latest woman to kick him to the curb and the next thing I know you're kicking him in the balls and slamming him in to the wall. I saw your face and knew I made the biggest mistake in my life and that I would do anything to make it better." She had a whiny pleading in her voice. "But you left before I could say a word."

"If I stayed, you'd both be dead, so you should be thanking me that I left!" He looked at the fuming Dale. "And you buddy, what's your fucking excuse?" He pinned Dale with a frosty stare.

"Hell I don't know." Dale sighed, feeling guilty. "I was half drunk, horny as hell, and she was giving me her usual bullshit. I just got tired of it and was going to put a stop to it. I figured if I put her against the wall and made her kiss me, she'd back off my ass. One thing led to another and then we were fucking like bunnies. Hell, the first time we never made it off the wall, she's the one who pulled me down so she could ride the magical hobby horse on the couch. Really dude, it wasn't my fault!" Dale insisted innocently.

"So, it wasn't you who was pumping his dick into my woman? What, you just tripped, it was hard, and it slipped right into her twat? All that thrusting was you just trying to stand back up, right?" He pinned Dale with a hard stare and then turned on Madison. "And it wasn't your cunt he was buried in? It wasn't you screaming for him to fuck you harder as you clawed his back and stained my new couch? I imagined the whole thing? Just like I'm imaging your belly swelling with not my child? Wow, I need to start writing fiction, if I have that great of an imagination!" He finished sarcastically.

"But it's not like that!" They said in unison.

"Bullshit!" He stopped them cold. "I call bullshit!" John was breathing fire. "Dale did or did you not, fuck Madison?" He waited until Dale nodded his head yes. "Madison is Dale the father of the kid that you are carrying in your uterus?" He looked at her until she dropped her eyes. "Did or did you not fuck each other, ending with me catching you getting Madison knocked up with Dale's offspring?" He pressed on waiting until they nodded yes to all his questions. "Okay, then don't ever tell me it's not what I think. Have you two fucked again since that day?" He could tell by the look on their face they had.

"It always starts out as a fight, but then something happens and I'm... well I just can't help it." Dale sighed. "Most of the time I can't stand the bitch, then when I'm not looking, we're fucking again." He didn't know why he said that. It would have been so much easier if he just lied about it. He knew that was Maddie's plan.

"You lying ass." She slapped him. "You know my hormones are all over the place. You come over looking for a reason to fuck me. I'm only human!' Madison shouted. "I do have needs you know. I'm not just some cum dump!" She turned away from Dale.

"Yeah, then why do you always need a hard dick in your mouth, pussy, or ass, twenty-four-seven? The last three times alone you started it with a blow job and I never pushed you to take it up the ass. You wanted that not me." Dale yelled back, his dick getting hard.

"Shut the hell up, both of you!" John interrupted their fight before they were fucking on top of him. "Dale, take her home and pound the hell out of her ass if you want to. She's yours from here on out. I don't want to have a damn thing to do with either one of you." It was done and he was tired. 

"But honey...?" Madison cried, fighting the urge to go after Dale.

"But Dude...?" Dale tried to relieve the pressure on his dick before his pant seam cut it in half.

"We had a good long run, but your dick is hard and her high beams are on, so get out of here and go take care of some business." He pointed at Dale. "But leave me out of it. Once I get out of here, I'll call so you two can be somewhere else while I get my shit from the house. I'll have my realtor sign over the paperwork so you two love birds can take over the payments on the house. I just want my shit. Dale you owe me two thousand for the engagement ring and you decide on the rest of the shit, like your favorite fucking couch. It's not like you can't afford it! Leave me a cashier's check." He held up his hand, shutting them both up. "Now, get the hell out of my room!" He pointed and shut his mouth before he really went off on them.

"But, I don't love him!" Madison shouted. Dale just shook his head while looking at Madison's tits.

"Yeah, that's why you're so hot right now thinking about not me. I can smell your twat juice from here Madison. Make it with Dale or not, we're through, finished, done, kaput!" John told both of them. "You knocked her up, you take care of her, or I'll come back and finish what I started." He warned Dale. "Now, take her home and fuck her into submission, but never come back here again, either one of you!" He watched as they both slunk out of his room and down the hall.

"I think you handled that really well." A taunting voice said from the corner of the room.

"Fuck you!" John spit out.

"Any time and any place, but remember what my sister said." She laughed.

"YOU...!" John looked at the woman and recognized her. "You did that to them didn't you?" He accused her.

"It was necessary." She flicked her wrist. "Contrary to what my sister might have told you, I do serve a purpose." Her doe brown eye locked onto his. "It was the only way they could have reproduced, and it got you away from them." She let slip and then looked mad at herself.

"Why me...?" John asked refusing to back down from her.

"Because human, you are special. I could have kept you. Ones like you come maybe once in a millennium. Someone who can accept us for who and what we are. Someone I could keep and not kill those who I mate with. I wanted you, so I took you. But, my sister got in the way. I haven't forgiven you or her for that slight. She wasn't supposed to be on that mountain that night. It was so I could have you!" She stalked closer to him as he reached up to fend her off.

"John, JOHN... wake up! John, it okay, but you need to wake up before you pull out your IV." A loud voice interrupted the fight he was in with the sister. "John it's me, Nurse Mel! You need to wake up!" She held his arm hoping he didn't break off the catheter.

"What the, why did you?" John was looking around for his adversary. "Where is she? I wasn't done with her." he looked around the room.

"They left two hours ago. The last time I checked you were sleeping peacefully. I think you handled them really well. I don't know if I could have done the same. Are you feeling better now? Who were you fighting with in your sleep?"

"She was right there. She was taunting me. She was..." He rubbed his aching head.

"Who was John? Who came into your room? I've had it watched to make sure that slut didn't bother you again. They're going to be releasing you in a couple of days and you'll need all your strength." She took a small syringe and put as much of the medicine as she was allowed. "You need one more good sleep John. Everything will look better in the morning."

"I miss you Doni." John said, the drug taking him past consciousness and into the land of dreams.

"I'm sure she misses you too John." She sighed and covered him and softly closed his door behind her as she left.

*****

"Thank you Richard, I know you didn't have to do this." John was talking to his old boss.

"You know John; we can still use you back at work, if you ever change your mind." The older gentle man said, trying not to lose one of his best workers. "I knew you wouldn't just abandon us like that."

"No, and I thank you for that too." John sighed. "But, with everything that has happened, I don't have anything to really hold me here anymore. And the thought of seeing Dale and Madison somewhere would just drive me crazy." John rationalized why he couldn't stay where he was. He couldn't tell them he was being pulled somewhere by something or someone.

"I know how you feel John.' Richard sighed. "My first wife did something similar to me, but I didn't let it destroy my life. Now, I'm where I'm at, and they're in some dive trailer park. I hope she got everything she deserved, but me, I'm much happier with Linda. So what, if she's a trophy wife. We're both happy and that's all that counts."




Midwinter's Eve



"I know Linda is the greatest thing to happen to you. But, it would be better if I just fade into the background and find something far away from here. You know me, I don't like the limelight. I just want to make a good living doing a good job in the background."

"I know John, and that is why I'm giving you this severance. Hell, just think of it as all those bonuses you never took and we can call it even. Once you get your feet under you, let me know and I'll give you a good reference." He handed John a check in an envelope and shook his hand. "Good luck John. If anyone deserves it, it's you." He walked out without a backward glance.

"Okay John, they've brought your car around so you can leave. Ignore the cameras and the questions." His favorite nurse came into his room. "A local paint shop fixed the door and that guy paid for it be cleaned and made just like new. He still swears on a stack of Bibles that he never saw you, but he might have been suffering from delirium too. He was very happy that you are not going to sue him and asked the Sherriff's office to drop the investigation."

"Yeah well, we both made it out. So, no harm, no foul." John shrugged. "Do I have to really ride in that silly thing?" he pointed to the wheel chair.

"You know the answer to that." She smiled. "I hope you find her again. If you do, don't forget to tell her you love her. If you don't, there is a daughter of mine I'd like you to meet." She smiled.

"No thanks, I think I've had enough woman trouble for awhile. Nothing against her, but well... you know better than most." John shrugged, not knowing how to say what needed to be said.

"Darn and she needs a good man. I'd just loved to bring you home for the holidays." Nurse Mel chuckled and hugged John. "Take care of yourself. I don't want to see you in here again, but don't be a stranger either." She plopped him into the chair and started pushing him to the front door. John waved good naturedly as he quickly climbed into the car and headed off into the great unknown.

*****

"There are said to be seven sisters. It is their job to keep things growing and the balance between all living things." Tallbear was talking to John over a warm fire. "Every tribe I know has a story about the seven sisters. They are all different, but all the same in many ways. Some say they were chased away by seven very eager braves and sit high in the sky looking down at their creations. Some say they are the spirit women and that can still influence any male in their territory."

"What are their names?" John leaned forward to listen.

"No one knows for sure." Tallbear shrugged. "There is the Great Mother Bear, for there are none fiercer in protecting their children than the great Grizzly. Then there is the Otter woman. She makes the best wife. She is playful and wants to give you as many children as possible. Next would be the Beaver woman. She is strong and determined. You will have to have a strong house to capture her heart, but once you do, you will own it forever."

"The Deer woman?" John looked at Tallbear and waited for his answer.

"The deer woman is the worst wife. She always wants to be the center of attention. She is flighty and fickle. She wants the strongest man, but will change her mind in a blink of an eye. Of course the males make fools of themselves trying for her attention. One spritz of her musk and every male that can smell it will be fighting for her attention."

"She is the one men would kill and die to breed." John whispered.

"You have heard of this one. I can tell in your eyes. She is said to be the fairest and the most dangerous if you are not careful." Tallbear answered. "Many do not live to greet their offspring, and then you can never be sure who the father is." He sighed. "The Eagle woman is tall, fierce and proud. Her head is always in the clouds, but if you get her attention, you must be sure you want it. You see, if you catch her eye, it will never waver off of you. She is a woman who, if you play her false, you will not live to tell the tale." 

"The next two are twins and never to be trusted. They are the Snake woman and the Lizard woman. Both have cold hearts and vile tempers. You can never tame either one of those, but many men fall for them because next to the Deer woman, they are the most fair to look at. But just like the rattle snake, they are also the most poisonous."

"And these are all Doni women?" John asked, thinking hard.

"These are all spirit women. Doni women, well some if these women can be Doni Women. Like a Beaver woman, or Otter woman, because they are the closest to the great Mother Earth. It is their job to bring forth ever abundant life. These women will be built for having babies. They tend to have large breasts to feed children and if another woman is dry, they can spare enough to feed other children as well. They have wide hips and plush curves. When they sit in counsel, they look the most like the Mother earth... round." He smiled and gestured.

"What about the Bear woman?" Something nicked his brain.

"The Bear woman is a great mother, but not the best wife. Once she has cubs, she forgets her mate to raise the cubs. Once they are on their own, she will search out her mate until the cycle completes again. They mate for life, but it can be a lonely life for the male. He can disappear for years until she is ready to mate again. Lord help him if he has found another to mate with while she was distracted raising her cubs. Then there will be a great battle for the mating rights. Many things get killed in those battles. Many innocents who do nothing but get in the way are killed in their blind anger. WW2 is a good example of what happens when two of the great bears fight over a mate. Well in that case, the eagle and the bear. But the point is the same." John was about to ask another question when there was a zap of lightning at the edge of the fire.

"That is the biggest load of crap I've ever heard. You need to go back to your granny's knee and pay better attention Small Bear man! And for your information, you mixed it up. There are hundreds of us sisters." She pointed at Tallbear with authority. 

"You seem to have forgotten a few, like the horse woman, or the wolf woman, or the coyote woman. And we're not good, bad, or evil. We are necessary!" Sparks were flying from her hair. "Do you think I want to drain every unacceptable male? No, it is a necessity. Only the strongest can survive. He should know that." She pointed at John. "Quit making it into some moralist pile of bullshit."

"Enough...!" John stood up and faced her, instantly angry.

"Take that tramp he was going to marry." The woman gloated. "They could never have kids. She was too weak, so I found someone to get her pregnant. It was the only way. He should know better, he who lived with the strongest of the sisters. Was it fun, well maybe a little, but still, it was necessary!"

"Eve, I said that is enough!" John shouted his fists clenched.

"How did you learn my name? Did she tell you? That's forbidden. There is power in the name." She flinched back in fear. Seeing an adversary she could defeat, she turned to Tallbear. "And what about you Bear man? Do you think you have what it's got Mr. Tall-Bear-man?"

"I am too old to fall for you wilds." Tallbear was shaking in his boots. "Besides, I am unworthy of your attention." For a tanned man he looked very pale.

"What a waste. You could have had me, instead of my big hairy grouchy sister!" She stopped mid-rant. "Oh shit, you are too close to her range and she heard that." She looked around frightened. "I'm gone!" With a flick of light and a strong smell, Eve vanished out of sight.

*****

What happened next would depend on who you asked. You see, both John and Tallbear saw it very differently. Tallbear was still stunned by the spirit woman who raged against him and his stories. So, when he saw the mountain of brown come running into the fire light, he was sure he was going to his ancestors by the way of an angry bears gut. It had to be the biggest, meanest, most pissed off Grizzly Bear in all of history.

When John saw her, all he saw was Doni. Yeah, she was angry and yelling at her sister, but still, it was his Doni.

Doni ran after her sister, knowing she was trying to take what was hers again. She couldn't allow that. This spring was too fruitful to allow her to take her mate away from her. She was so mad. She didn't even notice John and she screamed after Eve.

"Get your scrawny ass back here so I can give you something to remember not to mess with what's mine." She clawed where her scat was next to her musk. How dare she mark anywhere her Mate was sleeping. She'd show her once and for all.

"Doni...?" John reached out to her.

She froze at the sound of his voice. She spun, not realizing her claws were still out in the hopes of marking her sister in a very sensitive place. She saw him fall back in pain and his blood on her hand. "John..." She said frightened and then remembered the girls. "Girls... tree!" She commanded in a loud voice.

"But mommy what is it? Is it yummy like those fish, or yucky like those bugs?" The girls asked snuffing around.

"It is your father. Are you old enough to meet him yet?" She huffed. "I said get in a tree!" She snarled, hitting her head on the ground in irritation. Never before did she have to deal with two girls. They were driving her crazy. She turned back to her mate and shifted herself back into his lover. "I'm so sorry." She looked at his bleeding arm.

"Hi Doni, I've missed you." John reached out to touch his lover.

Tallbear couldn't believe what he was seeing. He watched frozen in place when the bear came rushing in. He saw John reach toward it and he saw John get slapped back for his efforts. "John, stay perfectly still." He warned his friend in a low voice.

"Who is that?" Doni turned on Tallbear. "Do I know him? Can I trust him? Have I smelled him before?" She went down on all fours and sniffed his scent.

"Doni, no...! He is a man, and my friend." John got up and walked between Tallbear and Doni. "He will not hurt you or our children." He promised her.

"What have I done to you, my love?" She sniffed his arm. She loosened her fur coat and pulled him close. "Here drink from me and I will clean the wound." She pulled his head to her breast and let him suckle. "Not too much dear one, since those two haven't learned to forage for themselves yet." She sighed as his lips worked her breast and made her remember what it meant to be loved by her mate, while she licked his wounds.

Tallbear about shit his pants when the huge grizzly pulled John in close. He thought he was dreaming when he heard the sucking sounds and the big bear lay down next to the fire, licking John's arm. He looked to the tallest trees and saw two cubs looking down at him. He could see the light of their eyes as they swayed with the tree tops, not having any more tree to climb.

*****

The next morning John woke up from a dream. It was just on the edge of his awareness, but he felt safe and warm. "Mommy can we come down now, our paws are tired. Why do bugs fly? Do we have to eat the flying bugs too? Can we come down now?" He heard high squeaky voices over his head.

"Go to the stream and try and catch some fish. And don't go wandering off again. I have to tend your father's wound so let's not make him mad!" John hugged her close. "You, man thing, stay put!" She ordered Tallbear with a gruff snort.

"My god, I understood her." Tallbear said in a shocked voice.

"Dearest one, time to get up, I have to go get our daughters before they get into mischief again." She kissed him. "They take after you with their incessant questions. Maybe you can raise them for awhile, while I get ready for the winter?"

"I don't see how that would work love. Like you said before I left home, our children are not human." John didn't want to leave her warmth.

"I said our children will not always be man things." She sighed. "Take a quick suckle love, and meet me like you were supposed to, once the first chill wind blows. Those two have a lot to learn between now and then." She offered John her breast to feed off of.

"Mommy, mommy the wolf pack took our food and won't give it back!" They groaned as Doni shook her fur back into place and sundered off to take care of her girls.

"I love you my mate." She said over her shoulder walking towards their cubs.

"I love you too my Doni." John rubbed his arm and looked around.

"Oh Jesus Christ, Oh my God... I've got to... go!" Tallbear ran behind a tree and yanked down his pants before he shit all over himself. "I don't fucking believe it, not a Doni woman, but The Doni Woman. No wonder you felt safe and warm all winter. She is the essence of the Great Mother herself. And you gave her twins?" He babbled as everything that he had been holding back escaped in a big noisy rush. "Could you be so kind as to toss me some paper please?" John waited until the noisy sounds of Tallbear's bowls empting stopped, before tossing a roll of toilet paper in his general direction. 

Tallbear came walking none to steadily back to the camp. "And she made me understand her. I've been blessed by the Great Mother Spirit." He beamed and his knees wobbled. "But you can't tell anyone! They would lock you away and toss the key, if you told them the truth. That's probably why you couldn't remember it when they asked. Your Doni was keeping you safe." He wiped the sweat from his brow. "I've never seen a mother grizzly let anything get close to her cubs, but they were there watching us all night. Do you know what they were saying? I couldn't make it out."

"Dude, chill." John laughed at Tallbear's reaction. "They spent most of the night begging to come down or asking questions about the stars, the fire, the clouds, the bugs they didn't like eating. They wouldn't shut the hell up and give us a moment's peace." John sighed and looked in the direction Doni and walked off.

*****

A month later, John was walking in the mountains, just waiting for the time he could meet his lover again. He crested a small hill and stopped in shock. Down in the valley, next to a stream, three people were doing something to the girls... his girls!

"Hey, let them go!" He shouted and stated running. Those were his daughters. How he knew it was them, he didn't know or care.

"Oh shit...! Dan, get the trank gun. Here comes another one." One of the guys shouted as John ran at them, swelling in his anger.

John, being a human, knew what was happening and dodged at the last second. "Do you fucking mind!" He yelled at them. "Let my daughters go!" He rounded the big rock he was behind.

"Oh, sorry dude, we thought you were another grizzly." The oldest of the group said, while trying to hold down one of the girls and put a collar on her.

"Let her go now!" John stepped closer and yanked the long rifle out of the stunned young man's hand. He glared at the young woman and stepped closer.

"Relax, we're not hurting them, we're just trying to track their migration patterns." The older guy said shocked.

"Daddy, Daddy, momma is coming. Please help us. Daddy, Daddy... please?" John spun and saw one of his girls in a cage.

"Why is she in a cage?" John asked and heard Doni's scream of rage.

"Oh, we're separating them so they can mate in different ranges and we can track their progress. We're trying to increase the population of the natural born grizzlies, and we don't need two fertile females in the same range. We're from the University. Hey, what are you doing?" He asked when John opened the cage.

"Their mother is coming and if you think this gun will stop her, you are sadly mistaken." He grabbed the now midsized cub out of the cage and started rubbing himself all over her.

"You smell right daddy, they smell bad." They young girl cub rubbed against John and licked his face.

"Girl... Tree...!" John shoved her towards a stand of lodge pole pines.

"Yes daddy!" She scampered off and found the tallest tree she could find and started climbing.

"Man oh man. Give me back my gun. Here she comes, and boy is she pissed." The young guy was grabbing for his gun while the older guy was reaching for a pistol on his hip.

"Get off her, and go sit down over there." John pushed them toward the large rock.

"Daddy, I don't feel good." The cub on the ground moaned.

"Momma is coming, let me get their smell off you." John smashed the black box on the collar and tossed it in the bushes. "Don't fucking move!" He ordered the three on top of the rock before getting down and rolling over the ground with his other daughter. 

"Daddy I feel sick." She whined.

"Can I borrow your coat?" John asked, as he heard Doni running towards them.

"Yes daddy. Make it better Daddy..." She sniffled and shook out of her coat for him

"Look at the size of that one." The woman said.

"What have you done to my children?" Doni screamed and came smashing into the human's camp. With a swipe of her hand, she split open the cage and looked for her daughter. "Where is she?" She turned and reared up, looking at the puny humans who were cowering in fear.

"Doni, they are safe." John raced up and knocked his lover away from the humans before she could kill them. 

"Look at that, that's not normal bear behavior." The scientist said, getting over his fear and pulling out his pad and started taking notes.

"Yeah but, where did that other bear come from?" The girl asked as the two huge bears wrestled on the ground. By the sounds, she thought they were trying to kill each other.

"Look how she holds back. She is bearing her teeth, but not striking. Look how he is nudging her away from us. I'm willing to bet that this is the mating pair that created those twin females. I didn't know they interacted except for during the mating season." He was lost in his science and didn't notice that John wasn't there any longer.

"Doni, they are okay." John went muzzle to muzzle with his wife. "I sent one in a tree and the other is sick from man things." He head butted her to keep her attention on him. "Doni, our daughter needs you. I'll deal with these people." He started nudging her to the sick cub.

"Why are you in her coat? How did you know how to do that?" Doni asked her husband, shoving herself into his warmth, almost knocking him over.

"A wild guess." He nuzzled her. "She is sick and needs your milk my love. I'll give her coat back when she is hidden from their view.

"It's almost like the male is herding the female to the tranquilized cub." The older one was busy taking notes.

"She is in menses. As long as I smell that, they can go. They are hers but need to be gone soon!" Doni lay down next to her cub to let her nurse.

"I didn't know the males had any contact with the cubs." The woman said looking on with wonder. "Hey, where did that guy go?" She realized the John had gone missing.

"He probably beat feet once he saw the female coming. That is the biggest griz I've ever seen or heard about. She has to be over seven feet at the shoulder. That would put her about nineteen feet standing." The other guy was looking on, hoping he hadn't pissed all over himself.

"If you want to get out of her range alive, you need to listen to me." John startled them from behind the rock. "You are on your cycle. Take out your pad or whatever you are using, and mark these two males as yours. She will leave you alone as long as she smells you on them."

"What the fuck...?" The young guy jumped at the sound of John's voice.

"What about the big male?" The scientist asked, looking around.

"He will be on the hill protecting his family until you leave. But you need to be careful in the future, your scent has been marked. I wouldn't come back into this range again if you know what is good for you. Bears can remember who their enemies are, and you did just try and destroy this family unit." John explained in a low voice.




Midwinter's Eve



"But, but, but... we're trying to conserve and preserve the species." The doctor looked at John confused.

"Ask her what would happen if you came into her house and tried to take her babies to split them apart... for their own good of course." John smiled at the woman.

"Only over my dead body!" She hissed, instantly understanding. "You've made your point mister, though I don't know how or why you're here. I've always thought there was a better way." She looked at her mentor with narrowed eyes.

"Me, I love Mother Nature." He smiled at Doni's snort. "I was just taking a hike out here where man hasn't completely fucked everything up yet. But, that doesn't mean I don't know what I'm talking about. There is more going on out here than you could ever understand, so be smart and leave it alone!" He warned them seriously.

"What's your name? I'd like to talk to you later." The woman asked, raising her voice, making the big female take notice of her. She flinched back at the guttural snort and the look in big bear's eyes.

"One, I'm married. Two, you don't ever want to tangle with my wife, you'd never win. And three, come back here next spring. If we happen to cross paths again, I'll start re-teaching you what you've forgotten. Until then, you might look up a guy by the name of Tallbear. Tell him John sent you." John smiled. "You are the only reason all of you are getting out of here alive." He pointed at her. "Well, I've got other business to tend to." He waved and headed into the forested area right under where the cub was watching everything. He looked up and told her, "Let me know when they have left the valley." and sat down under her tree.

As he sat there waiting for his family to be safe again, he wondered how he could accept everything that had happened to him over the last year. He knew if anyone ever told him the things he had learned, he would have called them crazy and ignored them. Sooner that he thought possible, he fell asleep snuggled against his wife, when she joined him under the tree.

*****

The three people walked slowly away from the nursing mother bear. The woman reached into her pants and was thankful this was her heavy flow day. She pulled out her bloody hand and smeared it down the front of the two men who were with her, ignoring their protests. She would also from time to time, put some on a tree as she past. She wasn't taking any chances. She hoped being part native helped. That maybe, just maybe, that small part might just get her out there alive. But, she felt the shift deep inside of her when it had happened.

Their argument lasted the complete five hour trip back to town and she knew it would go on for years to come. The scientist was screaming about scientific accountability, whereas the woman was taking a more naturalistic anthropological stand point, using the fact that the scientist didn't know half of what he thought he did. Their current predicament was used as proof of her point. So what, if she didn't get her degree from that school? There were others out there. She never realized what a dick her teacher was, until he showed his true colors and they ran yellow and blue.

*****

The next morning, John was woke up by his daughters' cold noses. "Daddy, time to get up." They licked his face. "Mommy, we're hungry." They whined and tumbled over their parents.

"There is a field of wild berries on the hill past the rock, go eat and come straight back!" John pushed their faces away from his.

"John my love, you are breaking so many rules." Doni sighed. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you." She rolled out of her fur and snuggled skin to skin with him. "I shouldn't want the mating again this soon. The girls have so much to learn to survive, like how to find their own breakfast." She scolded him with a kiss.

"Remember, you are only part bear my love. The rest of you is a woman, who is in love with a man." He nuzzled her breasts. "I didn't ask for any of this, but I'm only trying to survive it." His lips found her nipple and started suckling.

"Oh, how I have missed you my lover." She moaned. "If you keep that up, my milk will never dry up." She pulled his head in closer, feeding her mate with her essence.

"You won't hear any complaints from me." He said switching between her nipples. With a simple movement, he slipped into her and the mating cycle started again. An hour later, the girls came wandering back to where they smelled their parents. They stopped just out of sight and looked down at what they were doing. 

"What are mommy and daddy doing sister?" One asked, tilting her head. "Where is their fur?"

"I don't know, but I wouldn't interrupt them." Her sister said and sat down in the soft grass. "You saw how mad daddy can get. He's the only one I ever saw beat mommy in the roaring challenge. Besides I'm tired from being in that tree most of the night." She lay down to doze, a butterfly landing on her nose, making it twitch.

Her sister joined her with a full tummy and wistful stare. "I like our Daddy. I hope we can see more of him." She curled up with her sister.

"Shut up noisy, I'm sleeping here." Her sister said with a big yawn and slight huff.

*****

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Tallbear asked John while they packed his big backpack.

"You heard her. I'm supposed to meet her here after the first chill wind blows in the late summer. I take that light dusting of snow as said first chill wind. Are you going to argue with her?" John looked around to make sure this was the same road he got lost on a little over nine months earlier.

"It's supposed to get over eighty today." Tallbear said, looking up at the crystal blue sky.

"Look, I have enough food and water to last a few days out here. Come back at the end of the week and see if I'm still here. If not, I'll let you know where to pick me up next spring. There is so much that I have no clue about other than I need her and she needs me. Half the time it just feels like a weird dream. I sometimes wonder if I'm still dreaming while freezing to death stuck in the snow bank." John put the last of his stuff in the heavy pack and reached out his hand. "Thanks for everything."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you." Tallbear stood to his full height. Many of his years not lying so heavy on him any longer. 

"Just keep my car gassed up and ready in the spring." John slapped him on the back. "Make sure the Forestry department warns everyone in these parts of the mountains that there are active grizzlies and to keep a safe distance." He warned his friend.

"I'll tell them, not that they'll listen." Tallbear shrugged. "So, you're just going to wait here until she comes and gets you?" He asked, looking around for the biggest bear he had ever seen.

"Yeah, pretty much. Have a safe drive down." John wanted Tallbear to leave. He knew Doni would not show herself to the other man again. He also knew she was watching.

"Okay, I'll check the cell phone every so often." Tallbear got back into his truck. "Part of me still thinks we're both crazy, but have a good winter." Reluctantly, he put his truck in drive and started down the mountain side.

John waved as the truck disappeared around the corner. "I thought he would never shut up." He felt Doni's arms wrap around him. He reached back and felt her warm skin and the dimples in her ass. "He talks more than the girls." She kissed his neck and turned him around.

"Hi honey, I'm home." John kissed Doni as she stripped him out of his clothes. "And what would people see if they drove by?" He asked tweaking her nipples as her milk leaked over his fingers.

"A man and his woman getting ready to mate." She moaned, cupping his manhood. "I missed this, my lover."

"Mmmnnmmmph" He said, his mouth full of her breast, swallowing the life giving fluid as fast as he could. She pulled him back so she could sit on the guard rail. Once there, she opened herself to accept his hard cock back into her body where it truly belonged.

"Oh, the girls are going to have to sleep in a different cave or they will never get any sleep this winter." She put her arms around John's neck and held on as he started thrusting himself between her legs. They locked behind his butt and he drove himself deeper and deeper until they were one again.

"Oh really...! Is that all you two can think about?" Eve's sharp voice interrupted them. "You do know that what you two do, nature mirrors for thousands of miles. If you keep that up, there will be more bears than people in this range in a couple of years." Eve scolded them from the other side of the road.

"You're just jealous sister?" Doni hugged her mate close and smiled.

"Not even... mine is coming." She sniffed disdainfully. "This winter I know of a Tallbear who is going to get entangled with some Whitewater. The result will be a Running Elk that might even be able to keep up with me. Of course that is why I let you have John. It's up to him to teach my future mate everything he needs to know." She sniffed disdainfully.

"Let me...?" There was a dangerous growl in Doni's voice.

"Well duh, would you ever come out of your cave if you didn't know I was after him sister?" She smiled. "Oopsie, I wasn't supposed to say that." She held out the bundle she was holding. "Here is your fur John-man, if you can let her go long enough to take it. You might need it this winter."

"Thank you Eve." John put his hand on Doni's lips to stop the snarl he felt building.

"I'm still mad at you for what you said about me, but you're forgiven I guess." She tossed the fur coat and scampered away. When she turned, John saw the four parallel stripes going across her backside.

"I'll teach her another lesson she won't soon forget." Doni growled ominously.

"Give her the win dear." He chuckled. "It's not that important. By the look of things, you've already had one family discussion." He shook out the long silver brown coat. "How do I put this darn thing on so we can go home?" He asked, looking it over.

"Like this..." She helped him and shook back into hers. Stay close and follow me." She said over her shoulder.

Down at the base of the hill, Tallbear was looking through his binoculars once he was sure they were finished saying hello. He saw two huge bears amble over the guardrail and shuffle out of sight. "What are you looking at?" A female voice startled him.

"Um, just watching a couple of grizzlies looking for their winter cave." He turned to look at the woman who had snuck up on him. "Hi, I'm Nathanial Tallbear." He reached out his hand.

"Susan Whitewater." She shook the old man's hand. "Are there many mating pairs of Grizzly in these parts?" She looked to where the man was looking. "I saw a huge pair with twin female cubs a few months ago. I never knew they stayed as a family unit together. I was told by a naturalist, who was there stopping us from separating the cubs, to look you up. He said his name was John." She said while they walked back to their vehicles.

"I've lived here my whole life and know a lot about what goes on around these parts. You can follow me to my place and we can talk about it." Tallbear smiled. "It isn't much since the missus passed on, but it's all I need." He shrugged, and got into his truck, started it, and put it in drive.

"Well, this could be a very interesting winter." Susan said, jogging back to her car, not waiting, and pulled behind Tallbear's truck to go down the mountain.

"And reproductive." Eve smiled as she watched them drive out of sight, before bounding back to her home not caring about her still smarting rump. Some things are worth the price you have to pay for them.

The Beginning!

*****

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