Chapter 5
Cara Lisa and Selma Masters found the stream only after they had walked for half an hour or more. When they came upon it, they were tired and hot. The sun had been on them most of the time, for the woods were sparse on that side of the camp, and the thin atmosphere filtered little of the burning rays.
The water was hidden from view, but as she paused in the shade of an old oak Selma heard the faint wet sounds of its rippling and followed her ears through a screen of small bushes to the rocks over which the stream trickled before it filled a small pool several feet below.
It was in a tiny clearing, obscured from all but a bird's-eye view, making it a kind of sylvan private bath. Lisa, who had followed Selma's lead, saw the wardrobe mistress kneel over the upper flow and bend her head to the water.
"Selma! No!" she cried, rushing forward and taking the arm of the older woman to prevent her drinking. "Wait until we're absolutely certain this isn't some kind of drainage from someplace. It could be coming from a campground or residential area higher up."
Selma got up from her kneeling position and helped Lisa look around at the distant hills on the mountain. After a long study of the terrain, the brunette's face lost its perturbed expression.
"It's all right, Selma. Anything that could drain from any of the high points around here would be filtered by all the sand and stuff before it reached here."
"Good. I'm spitting cotton," Selma said as she knelt again to drink. This time Lisa knelt beside her and both sucked in tasty swallows of the clear water. Lisa finished first and began to walk around the sunlit pool below the spring.
"I have to pee so bad I can taste it," she announced, and began pulling down her slacks and panties. She squatted several feet from the pool and, holding her garments safely up with one hand and balancing herself with the other hand on a rock, she lowered her bottom and began to urinate.
Selma arrived on the scene at that moment, walking up the short incline of the small ravine that separated the spring from the pool. She found herself looking at the lovely olive-hued thighs and buttocks that hung below Lisa's gathered garments. The eye-level position of Lisa's glorious dark bush revealed its moist, fleshy canyon to Selma, who was fascinated by the pale amber stream that spouted in a short arc from the exposed slit. Selma realized that she had never seen another woman pee before, but she could not understand why the sight excited her so much.
"Not even a leaf to wipe myself dry," complained Lisa as the stream died to jerky squirts and dribbles.
Selma found herself moving toward the brunette slowly, as if in a hypnotic trance. She knew what she was going to do, but not why she was going to do it or how she would explain herself. But by the time she reached down and put her hands on Lisa's shoulders, the words came out.
"It's my fault. As wardrobe mistress, I should have had the foresight to bring along at least some tissues when I'm looking after my favorite actress. But I'll make up for it."
Lisa was surprised at this unwarranted acceptance of responsibility by Selma, as much as she was by the clasping of her shoulders in Selma's shaking hands. And when she found herself tipped back onto the ground, her boots flying up as her buttocks touched the soft earth, she was even more surprised.
When she felt her friend's tongue licking at the wet surface of her vulva, gathering up the few amber drops that clung there and to the glistening black hair around it, her amazement knew no bounds.
Lisa knew that some women liked this sort of thing, but in all the time she had known Selma Masters, there had been no indication that the wardrobe mistress had such tendencies. In fact, Lisa had inadvertently barged into the sewing room at the studio once and observed Selma being screwed by one of the young electricians.
But as thoughts of protest came into her mind now, Lisa felt the licking continue as Selma extended her ministrations to the entire vulva, caressing the labia with her tongue and nibbling at them with her quivering lips. When her tongue plunged into the entrance of Lisa's vagina, the actress knew she could not resist this deliciously exciting stimulation.
"Selma! Oh, my God! How wonderful that feels." Lisa was too honest and unpretentious to withhold her praise of what the brownette was doing for her.
Selma, caught up in the compelling force that had triggered her into the act, had already begun to cream her panties with passion as she tasted the strange, forbidden flavors of this dark, musky gorge. When Lisa's praise fell on her ears, Selma felt as if her own cunt were melting, and she sucked and licked all the more intensely.
Both of them became so involved that they had no awareness of the figure that stood nearby and watched them for several minutes. Gurney Adams, scouting the edge of the territory he would be working in soon, had come upon the strange scene and was entranced by it. Not only was he intellectually intrigued, but his pants bulged with the evidence of his sexual arousal.
Suddenly he grunted and walked quietly up behind Selma. He slipped his hands under the short Western skirt she wore and found the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down her thighs as she gasped in surprise.
But Selma was so involved with the feast she had begun that she did not stop or protest. In truth, she felt an added thrill as the strange fingers caressed her thighs while pulling down her panties. She even moved first one knee, then the other, allowing Gurney to slip the wispy garment to her ankles. He worked off her Western boots and then removed the briefs and tossed them aside.
He took off his own clothes, stopping between each garment removal to stroke and pat the sleek thighs of the wardrobe mistress. When he was nude, he knelt behind the brownette and flipped her short skirt up over her back. The creamy tan cheeks of her ass, beautifully rounded mounds of femininity, gleamed in the filtered sunlight that poured through the screening oak leaves above.
Gurney studied the shadowed cleft of her ass and then kissed the area all over each warm cheek. He watched as her anus tightened its dark little rosette in reaction to the sensations he had caused, and his prick jerked in anticipation.
He glanced lower, studying the brown curls that bushed out in the spreading arch of her crotch, and saw a diamondlike drop of passion dew slip from one curly tendril to another as gravity claimed it. More drops appeared, glistening in the mystery of her plentiful bush, and then he saw the swelling flesh of her labia jut out and downward through her brush.
He lowered his head and tried to get at the source of the dewdrops, but it required too much twisting of the neck. He got onto his back between her feet and scooted himself along until he could look up at the dripping canyon above him.
He reached up and encircled her hips with his arms, pulling her crotch down to his face and burying his mouth in the steamy muff. Selma's ass wiggled excitedly and she pressed her cunt into his questing lips and tongue. He licked and sucked at the plentiful juices, reveling in the hot, woman taste of her flesh.
Lisa was moaning her delight as Selma increased the intensity of her thirsty kissing, but her eyes were closed and she had no idea that their illegal duet had become a threesome. All she knew was that Selma seemed to be as excited as she.
Gurney drank all the juices Selma could provide, and sucked at her clitoris until she was moving wildly above him, almost biting the tender flesh of Lisa's vulva in her excitement.
But Gurney was ready for a change. He crawled out from under the moist, heated cave and knelt behind Selma. He guided his curved wolf's prick into the suspended bush of her crotch and dug into the steamy canyon until he located her vaginal entrance.
When he shoved the pointed tip into her passage, Selma grunted into Lisa's pussy and gasped. She felt the shaft push into her depths quickly, then withdraw a short distance. The massage was exquisite. At that moment, Lisa came, bouncing in ecstasy.
"Good! Oh, good, good, good!" she cried.
Lisa's outburst and Gurney's invading cock stirred Selma so that she came suddenly, claspingly, orgasming in convulsions that gripped Gurney's prick in milking grasps that undid his control. He plunged deep into her and spewed out his gushing load in hot spurts.
"Selma!" Lisa cried out, suddenly hotter than before as she finished her climax and felt the inner heat of a consuming hunger. "Give me your pussy, Selma! I have to taste you, too!" Her eyes were still closed with passion, and she was still unaware of Gurney's presence.
Gurney pulled his slippery limpness out of Selma, patted her on the buttocks and, as she looked around, motioned for her to comply with Lisa's request. She nodded and her eyes gleamed with renewed lust. She reversed herself, placing her dripping bush on Lisa's mouth while Gurney took her place between the brunette's abducted thighs and began to lick at the remnants of the feast.
Selma tugged on his hair and he looked up. She waved to show him that he was denying her a share of the activity, so he changed his position, lying on his side as he nuzzled into Lisa's crotch. Selma leaned over and seized his limp penis in her hand, then put her lips over it.
Lisa was moaning her hunger and lust into Selma's cunt as she tasted the familiar flavor of male sperm mixed with the novel taste of Selma's female juices. She could feel the occasional texture of semen as her suction drew in a string or drop of the fluid, and wondered whose it was. But she was too hot to care.
Selma was working eagerly on Gurney's gradually hardening shaft, and as Lisa's mouth speeded its nibblings, Selma was inspired to speed her movements, which in turn aroused Gurney to gobble more rapidly in Lisa's now flowing cunt.
Both women reached their completion at almost the same time, moaning and gurgling around their mouthfuls of flesh. But Gurney held back, refusing to let Selma have his second load. He got up and knelt between Lisa's legs, tucking a bundle of his clothes under her buttocks to make her more available to him.
This made Lisa open her eyes just as Gurney laid the head of his prick in her slippery opening. The surprise and embarrassment made her gasp even more than she was already. But the fullness of the flesh that was filling her took her embarrassment away quickly.
"Hi, Gurney," she said with a foolish grin. "Looks as if you came just in time for the fun."
"Hi, Lisa. You're a little mixed up. It was you that just came... in my mouth. Now it's my turn to come!"
He prodded into her slowly, making little jerking motions to tease the walls of her vagina with his pointed tip. Her gasping reactions at each little movement told him she felt every motion perfectly.
When he felt the puckery mouth of her uterus, he stopped, began to probe differently, rotating carefully and angling his curved shaft in an attempt to enter the opening.
"Gurney! Oh, God... you're getting into my womb again!" she cried. And indeed he had managed to repeat his earlier invasion of her sanctum. He could feel the tightening donut of the entrance around the very tip of his cock, pulsing as he pressed harder to enter it farther.
The little ring of flesh nibbled him, and he knew he had but a little time to go before it would bring him off. He was determined to keep it buried there so he could squirt himself off deep into her womb. He embraced her tightly, holding himself snugly against her so her possible movements would not disturb the rare connection.
He had locked himself to her just in time, for the exotic sensation of his invading cock peeking into her womb had triggered Lisa's orgasm quickly.
She tried to squirm under him, but he held fast until he felt his fluids boiling up in his loins, then charging through his cock to erupt inside her innermost temple.
"Eeee!" she shrieked as the nozzle sprayed jets of semen which splashed warmly on the sensitive tissue of her uterus.
As with her previous experience, she lost consciousness before the final jet pulsed into her, so intense were the waves of pleasure. Gurney knew she had passed out, so he pumped his shaft in and out of her passage during his final spasms, just to feel the convulsing glove of her walls on his dying erection.
"God!" Selma said, her eyes round and large from what she had been watching. "Did you really get the point of that thing inside her womb?"
"Not really. Just wedged inside the outer rim of the opening. At a kind of angle. But it's the greatest sensation when that thing winks around the head of my cock."
"Holy Toledo! No wonder she passed out. I wish you'd screw me like that! It must be the greatest thing since the Pill."
"Be glad to, Selma... another time. I've about had it for now."
"Let me just taste it again," she begged, kneeling in front of him and taking the limp tip in her lips. She tongued the ultrasensitive head gently, sucked at it to gather the tiny residue in its core, and hummed softly to herself as she milked it for a while.
"Enough!" Gurney yelled. "I have to save enough to take care of Sandy tonight."
"Boy, if I had that taking care of me every night, I'd give up everything else... even smoking!" Selma vowed.
"Well, I can't make it a daily habit, honey," Gurney chided her. "But when you get as hard up as you were today, let me know, and I'll be glad to climb into that juicy little pussy of yours."
"You know, that still puzzles me," Selma said, blushing as she realized anew that in Gurney's eyes she was a Lesbian. "When I started on this walk with Lisa, I had never had a homo urge in my life before. I can't understand what happened to me."
"Don't let it bug you, kid," Gurney advised. "If the urge gets to be a habit, then you have to decide what to do. You had fun; Lisa had fun; I had fun; we all had fun. That's what the Good Lord intended when he put these things between our legs."
"Yeah, I suppose so. But, Gurney... don't you wait for me to cry 'help' if you get the urge to put your thing between my legs... anytime whatsoever!"
"I won't, Selma," he laughed. "Right now, I've got to get busy checking the landscape on the other side of this little valley. Sandy said she might wander over here and join me when she finishes homework on her script."
"Take care. And, Gurney... thanks."
'Thanks to you, baby. And thank Lisa for me when she comes out of it." He turned and started off, then whirled around as he heard Selma's laugh. He realized what she had laughed at just as she spoke.
"You'd better get your clothes on. They say the bugs can bite pretty bad in these woods." Gurney grinned sheepishly and got into his clothes, then wandered off into the trees.
Selma watched the quiet Lisa for a moment, then bent down and licked avidly at the unconscious brunette's cunt. It's Gur's juice I'm after; not Lisa's, she told herself.
Sandy had mastered her lines sooner than she'd thought, so she rushed into the woods without getting into her roughing-it garb. She had to detour a lot to keep from scratching herself on bushes, for her miniskirt provided little protection.
She knew the general direction Gurney had taken, so she kept walking until she heard sounds somewhere ahead of her. As she got near she knew it was not Gurney's voice she had heard, but a woman's voice... or several women. The woods were full today!
She slowed her pace and came up beside a tree, where she stopped for a few deep breaths. She had walked so fast she had not noticed how winded she had become. Then she looked below her into the tiny clearing ahead and gasped more air than she had been sucking in by necessity.
She heard Lisa Chadwick cry out to Selma Masters as Selma ate Lisa's pussy! Then Gurney stepped into view from behind a big bush and took off Selma's panties. He soon took off his own clothes and started to kiss Selma on the ass! No, maybe he was just getting into her pussy from behind.
Sandy watched with mounting excitement as her husband got under Selma and started to eat her. After a few minutes Sandy's own cunt felt as if it were consumed by an itching heat, and she slid her hand under her panties and massaged the wetness she found there.
As the scene below her changed, Sandy's hand worked harder to console her for what she was missing. She got two fingers in her vagina and worked them steadily around in her passage, then in and out, thumbing her clitoris all the while and moaning softly to herself.
When she saw Gurney screwing Selma, she grew more excited than ever and wished that she had the courage to join them. But even if she were not secretly ashamed of her powerful sexuality, she would not want Gurney to think she had followed him just to spy. Of course she had implied that she might join him, but...
"Oh, I wish I were being screwed like that!" she cried out suddenly. Her voice did not carry as far as the threesome below, but someone heard it.
For a man's voice nearby to answer her plea was startling to say the least. But then his hands touched her from behind, feeling her trim, rounded ass beneath the thin miniskirt, then slipping down and under the hem to sneak caressingly up her.
"I'd love to screw you like that!" he had said hoarsely. And as his hands slipped around in front and trapped her own hand in the midst of her self-gratification, she was ready to give him the opportunity.