Once Upon A Dyke Part 11

This was a perfect opportunity.

I met Doc's eyes, taking a brief moment from the more-than-handful of Cleavage's bosom, but leaving my hands on Bashful's and l.u.s.t's a.s.ses, both of which were quite nice and shapely. "I think we have our work cut out for us," I told Doc, with a grin and a wink.

"Oh, please, please, I need you now," Lace said, pushing up against me.

Doc looked shocked. "Us?"

"Six h.o.r.n.y hotties? I think they can keep the both of us busy all nightlong!"

Doc grinned. "Everybody naked, now" she ordered, then looked at me. "Except for you, of course."

I watched the group striptease, and really wished I had some lube on me. Well, at least I had my ChapStick to ensure my lips and mouth were ready. I kept my Zippo and ChapStick in my right pocket, tissues in the left. I automatically reached for the familiar tube, and then felt the little packs of lube I didn't remember putting there.

Oh, what the h.e.l.l. I had chicks, and it was really handy that I now had lube. It was a dream after all and it was getting incredibly good.

I grinned back. "Of course." And then I pulled Cleavage into my arms, running my hands down over her bare form, grabbing her by her shapely a.s.s so that she rode my hard thigh, which was between her legs, even harder.

"Oh, G.o.d, yes," she cried. "That's how I like it!"

I pulled her up off the ground, so she rested solely on her wet c.u.n.t. I could feel her through the denim of my jeans. I was molesting her mouth with mine when I felt someone trying to ride my other thigh. I turned around so my back was against a tree, for leverage, and let both Cleavage and Wench ride, my hands on their a.s.ses, taking turns kissing them.

I glanced over and saw Doc working on Lace and l.u.s.t. Bashful and Sleepy had definitely decided to work on each other, and it was incredibly hot-bosoms, hair, wet c.u.n.ts, fingers. Wow.

I had my hands wrapped around Cleavage's and Wench's thighs so that my fingers were teasing their tender wet places, lubricating my fingers with their juices. I kept dipping inside of them, so they pressed themselves even harder against me. Between the Bashful/Sleepy bold and wide-awake performance and the two greedy darlings in my arms, I was so far past heaven I knew I hadn't even dreamed of having this dream.

Sleepy grabbed Bashful, kissing her deeply, but pulling back enough so I could see their tongues dancing with each other in the cool evening air. Sleepy cupped Bashful's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, tweaking the nipples, hard. Bashful snaked her hand down Sleepy's toned tummy and into the nest of red curls between her legs. She pulled away from the kiss long enough to look over at me and smile, then she spread Sleepy's lips, showing off the other woman for me.

I all but drooled at this display.

Doc caught me at it, and said, "I love watching them make each other's day." I had to agree. Women who knew what they wanted and how had always rocked my world.

I swapped places with Wench and Cleavage, shoving them both against the wide oak, hard. I kissed and sucked Cleavage's neck while fondling their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pinched their nipples, then squeezed and twisted them till both women cried out. I turned my attention to Wench's neck and the other b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"Oh, yeah, baby, I like being teased," Wench groaned.

The area was now a field of blooming "Yesses!" and "Do mes!" called into the twilight.

I took one of Wench's nipples between my teeth, and ran my teeth over it while my hands played down over their bellies-feeling, touching, teasing. I licked the nipple, sucking it into my mouth, then bit it, softly at first, then harder.

She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled me as hard as she could toward her, pressing me against her wonderful softness. "Yes, like that," she moaned.

I trailed my hands down, then up, their inner thighs. First one, then the other.

I nibbled and sucked Cleavage's ample nipples, teasing them both, on and off, while my fingers continued playing with them- running up and down their thighs, around but never in their wetness. I wanted them to beg.

"Oh, G.o.d, please, do me-there!" Wench said, trying to force my hand between her legs. I let her lay my hand where she wanted it, but I just let it lie there, feeling her heat, her pulse.

Still on my knees I looked up at my two girls. They opened their eyes and looked down at me. "Please," they both mouthed.

I brought my hands down between their legs. I continued to look at them while I ran my index fingers over their c.l.i.ts, soaking my fingers in their juices, then up into them.

They both gasped.

I brought all the fingers on both hands to play, fully fingering them and opening them to the cool night air. I knelt as if worshipping them, which was what I was doing.

I glanced behind me to see Sleepy's head buried between Bashful's thighs, Bashful pulling Sleepy into her by her hair, urging her on.

Doc was giving Lace a nice fingering while she went down on l.u.s.t.

Two pairs of hands forced my attention back to the treasures in front of me. I kissed Wench's and Cleavage's inner thighs, pulling them so they stood, braced back against the ancient oak, thigh to thigh. I inserted another finger into each, then another, and then I pulled out.

I ran the backs of my hands through their wetness, thoroughly lubricating my hands and wrists. I stood, kissed one girl, then the other, then I dropped back down to my knees and entered them both, at the same time.

One finger. f.u.c.k 'em with that. Rapunzel had taught me the power of using just one digit.

But these girls weren't blushing virgins, so I added a second finger, bringing them out then in again. The palms of my hands fondled the sensitive tissue between their legs.

Three fingers. In, out, in... My thumbs playing with their c.l.i.ts.

"Oh, stud, give it all to me," Cleavage ordered.

Both women were panting hard and trying to hump my hands.

I'd give them what they came here for.

I squeezed in the fourth finger, just down to the knuckle, into both of them. I felt around inside of them, slowly a.s.sessing what I could do. I looked up at them. They both had their eyes closed and were focused solely on what was happening to them.

They were both grinding against my hands-wanting, needing, more. I removed my hands for a moment, pulling out the lube and slathering my hands with it.

"Yes," Wench said fiercely.

"Whatever that is, if it makes it easier to fill me, use it. Fill us both," Cleavage added.

I shoved my fists up into them, impaling them both on my hands.

"G.o.d!" they screamed in one voice. I pulled them together with my fists, so their hot c.u.n.ts were inches from my head on either side.

"Squeeze each other's nipples," I ordered. I waited until they were doing so before burying my face between Wench's legs, licking up her sweet juices. "Harder," I said, running my tongue up and down the sweet folds of her p.u.s.s.y, exploring her.

I twisted and turned my fists inside of both of them, making their legs shake, making them moan and groan. I focused on Wench's c.l.i.t, still moving my fists, while I beat her with my tongue.

Wench began to moan even more loudly, bucking against my face, riding my tongue and fist. She was coming close, so I pulled away and turned to Cleavage, leaving Wench groaning with desire.

"Faster." "Harder," they each ordered in turn.

I began to f.u.c.k them with my fists, pulling them out, then shoving them in again while I ate Cleavage out, exploring her, whipping her p.u.s.s.y with my tongue, just like I had with Wench.

But I didn't stop. She pulled me into her, with Wench squeezing her nipples tightly. I beat her c.l.i.t with my tongue hard, right across the nub, hard and fast, back and forth, my fists in and out of them, f.u.c.king them both. At the same time.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Cleavage screamed, falling onto the ground so I had to pull out of Wench to continue f.u.c.king her. f.u.c.king and riding her hard, while Wench feasted on those incredible t.i.ts of hers.

"Oh, G.o.d, oh, G.o.d, again!" Cleavage yelled, coming again, squeezing my fist hard. I f.u.c.ked her and ate her and made her come again. And when she lay panting and exhausted, with a pleased gleam in her eyes mingling with tears, I withdrew my hand and pulled Wench off her chest and threw her back onto the ground, burying my fist again inside of her while I bit her nipples. Hard.

"Oh, G.o.d, eat me!"

I went down on her. Eating her out. Enjoying her taste, and the feel of her legs tight around my head, squeezing, with her hands in my hair, trying to pull me even closer.

I shoved my whole hand back inside of her, causing her to cry out, while my tongue worked her c.l.i.t. I twisted and moved my fist, feeling all around inside of her, getting to know her better than her gynecologist, while my tongue beat her p.u.s.s.y.

I f.u.c.ked her hard, made her ride my fist like a pony, while I hit her with my tongue, back and forth, causing her to ride higher and higher, pressing down onto my fist, pushing for it, riding it...

"Yes. Yes! Yes!" she screamed.

And I continued. My tongue and my fist. I let my spare hand run over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, squeezing her hard nipples till she cried out. I wanted her to feel ravaged.

"Oh, G.o.d!"

I slipped the little finger of my left hand into her a.s.shole, and it threw her over the edge one more time.

When I withdrew, she lay immobile next to Cleavage. Then, with matching sighs, they curled up into each other.

I ran my hands over their sweet curves. I thought about going back for more on these two, but then I remembered Bashful and Sleepy.

I turned around to see Bashful between Sleepy's thighs.

I looked back at Wench and Cleavage. They were out for now. Satisfied, with three apiece.

I was needed elsewhere.

I stood and approached the two. Sleepy was crying out, but only slightly, as I came to them.

I knelt on one knee behind Bashful, caressing her a.s.s. She pulled up slightly, away from Sleepy, so I whispered, "That's so f.u.c.king hot."

With my right hand, I entered Bashful as she ate out Sleepy. My hand was well-lubed now, so I was able to add digits easily, till she was gasping.

Sleepy looked up at me and said, "Whatever you are doing, do it more. She's loving it!" She arched her p.u.s.s.y up into Bashful's face harder.

Bashful screamed in pleasure when I shoved my fist into her tight c.u.n.t. Then I inserted two of the well-lubed fingers of my left hand into her a.s.shole. She writhed and squirmed and yelled into Sleepy's c.u.n.t. Sleepy looked about to burst as she watched Bashful writhe between us.

"Eat her out. Good." I all but felt fingertips through the thin membrane inside of her. I explored and felt her. I was all the way inside of her and f.u.c.ked her good, up the a.s.s and c.u.n.t.

She was on her knees to eat Sleepy, now she separated her knees further, opened herself wide for me, inviting me into her most private places.

As one, I pulled both my hands out, then pushed in again. She ate Sleepy, who moaned lightly, while I rode Bashful hard. I f.u.c.ked her.

Then I heard Sleepy cry out more loudly, so I looked up from the delicious a.s.s and p.u.s.s.y I was f.u.c.king and met Doc's eyes. Lace and l.u.s.t were now curled together like Wench and Cleavage.

Doc winked at me. She was worshipping Sleepy's nice, firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Teasing her nipples into even more of a frenzy.

Then something caught her eye. "Do you have your fist entire hand inside of her?" She pulled away from her treat to stand and walk up next to me. "Oh, G.o.d. Now that is f.u.c.kin' hot," she breathed, looking at what I was doing.

"You've never fisted these girls before?"

"Well, no, nor have I touched them back there ..." Doc actually blushed. She might be beginning to trust me. And want to play as a team together.

I pulled out of Bashful, even as she pushed back, still wanting me. I caressed her a.s.s and kissed it, a.s.suring her she'd soon get good and properly f.u.c.ked.

I took Doc's right hand in my own, and thoroughly lubed it with another pack of lube. I'd have to dream up a couple of gallons of the stuff to leave behind. After this, Doc was going to need it regularly.

"Kneel here, now." She did as instructed. "Put a finger into her.

Now another." Apparently she now thought of me as a friend because she did so. "A third. Feel how easy you slide up into her?"

While Bashful was groaning out words that just made me want to do it all again, harder.

"Oh, G.o.dunf.u.c.kingbelievable," Doc groaned, sounding close to o.r.g.a.s.m herself. On her own she pushed in a fourth digit, and then, slowly moving it around, feeling her way, she fisted Bashful.

"Oh, G.o.d, yes!" Bashful screamed, shoving herself back to further impale herself on Doc's fist.

Doc ran the index finger of her other hand over her right fist, when she was outside of Bashful, and then slipped it up into Bashful's a.s.s.

Bashful again squealed. "I don't care who does it, but take me again!" she screamed.

I watched Doc f.u.c.k Bashful for a few moments, enjoying watching the sight of someone inches from me attacking a woman's private parts. I liked seeing those parts opened up for us. Spread for us.

Invaded by us.

I pulled Bashful by the shoulders away from Sleepy, and I took her place, between Sleepy's legs.

I fisted, f.u.c.ked, ate her. I made her come repeatedly while she said things so hot I was on fire to f.u.c.k her over and over. She d.a.m.n near dislocated my shoulder when she squeezed her legs so tightly around me on the last climax.

Doc and I started to hug, then remembered ourselves and pulled back, glancing around at the sound-asleep women scattered like leaves.

Doc grinned, pleased with herself. "I think I've got this under control," she said, watching the six femmes. "But you wanted to meet Snow White, yes?"

"Yes. Something is going to happen to her, and I need to help her." I suddenly forgot the smells wafting around the forest, the smells lingering on my hands, and all that I had just done.

Doc pointed to an opening from the clearing. "Take that path. Turn left at the stone in the stream, and you'll find her. She's in our cottage."

"So you'll take care of whatever arises here?" I asked with a wicked grin.

She looked me dead on. "These are my girls. I think my interest in Snow is only through them. I need to remember I have enough here." She smiled as she glanced over the peacefully resting femmes. "I need to wake them each, one at a time, for some personal time. That's all they need, and what I need, too." She looked back to me. "Thank you for making me realize that."

I went off into the forest, hoping that now she really liked me and wasn't merely sending me to meet some evil dragon, sorcerer, or really big bear.

I was trying for the cool, distinguished butch, but when I slipped off a rock and fell into the river, I lost all that. I stood up, sputtering, and realized I was a distance from Doc and all the femmes. I didn't have to keep up any charade at the moment. I had no reason to be embarra.s.sed.

And then I realized I was about to meet the heroine of the tale, and so I ought to wash myself. Especially considering where my hands had just been.