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Avatar 
Part 12

      	They checked out and paid the bill, which ended up being more
expensive then they thought.  Neither cared very much.
      
      	"Gee," said Jane in an overly huffy voice as they drove off,
"you'd think they'd have taken a little off for the blow jobs I gave!"
      
      	Ken chuckled and replied, "Well, you didn't do anyone on the
management staff, so maybe they got jealous."
      
      	While they drove back to his place to get changed and pick up
the bikes, Ken decided now was as good a time as any to start finding
out a little more about the woman who was apparently going to be
sharing his life.
      
      	It turned out that she had no close living family.  An aunt
here, a cousin there.  Her parents had been older people who had died
more than five years ago.

      	"Why the sudden interest?"
      
      	"Well," he replied, "a number of reasons. It looks like you and
I are going to be tied together pretty closely - which I consider a
good thing," he flashed her a grin, "and I thought it'd be nice to
know a little more about you.  Also," he paused, "I don't know if you
got the same vibe that I did, but Lea seemed to be hinting that the
house size we are planning on getting might be a little small.  I love
living around here, but if we need something bigger, I don't think
we'll be able to afford it."
      
      	Jane looked at him somewhat sheepishly. "Sorry Master, when I
was with the Goddess last night, the only thing I remember is how she
made me feel.  Well, that and the fact that she seemed very happy that
we'd hooked up with Ally."
      
      	"Yup.  She was very happy about that."
      
      	"Is it always like that?" she asked.
      
      	"Like what?" he replied.
      
      	"Last night.  I mean, things were pretty fuzzy.  It was
wonderful, but I would have liked to ask a few questions."
      
      	"Hmm," he replied.  "It's not like I'm real experienced at
this, but it's been like that most of the time with me as well. 
Although occasionally, I can sort of feel her in my head."
      
      	The arrived at the house and grabbed their stuff.  Since they
were now in a hurry and on the verge of being late, Ken tried his best
to keep his mind off Jane's body when she stripped down to change.  It
was difficult, but he managed.  His hard cock did not, however, escape
her attention.
      
      	"Master, you can feel free to ride me now and we'll get to the
trails later.  I know some of them pretty well."
      
      	Looking at his cock, he gave some thought to how many times
he'd cum in the last few days.  He wasn't sore and he was raring to
go.  This would take some getting used to, that was for sure.
      
      	"Um, I suspect that being what I am, having a lot of these," he
indicated his erection as he pulled on and adjusted the shorts, "is
part of the bargain.  Kinda hard for a guy to gather in sexual energy
without one."
      
      	"Oh, I don't know" she smiled, "you could probably get the
energy.  It just wouldn't be as much fun."
      
      	They made it to the shop with less than five minutes to spare. 
Good thing it was close by.  Sandy greeted them both with a bright,
happy smile of welcome.
      
      	It did nothing to disguise the huge surge in lust that she
experienced when she saw them.  Flashes of what she'd like to do with
them made her attention wander.  She had visions of Jane riding her
face while Ken hammered her sopping pussy.  The scene switched to her
tonguing Jane's asshole while Ken fucked her.  A whole parade of
carnal images ran through her brain in the seconds that Ken scanned
it.
      
      	She got herself under control and gave directions to the
starting point of the ride.  There were three other riders, all guys,
two of whom were in the early stages of beer gut creation; it was
evident that they were doing this to get some badly needed exercise. 
Ken caught the surface thoughts of one of them.  The guy relaxed
thinking that, as out of shape as he was, this little blond wasn't
going to give him that hard a ride.  Naturally, that thought brought
others to the surface - like the kind of riding he'd like to do with
Jane, Sandy or both.  Ken winced and managed to stop the flow of
images.  The guy wasn't even particularly imaginative.
      
      	It didn't take long to arrive at the park and set up the bikes.
 Ken, even though he was a pretty experienced rider, wasn't an
experienced mountain biker.  He was here to learn and enjoy the day -
not to mention the delicious sight of Sandy and Jane in skimpy riding
clothes.
      
      	The ride started slowly so that people could warm up.  It
became immediately obvious who the experienced riders were; they were
the ones warming up.  The two guys who had just started with the sport
tried to push Sandy's pace.  She explained that this was a warm up and
then just smiled as they puffed past her anyway.  It didn't take long
before they slowed down to rest while others caught up.  Sandy stopped
at the trail head.
      
      	"Now don't let the first uphill scare you off," she said. "Walk
it if you have to and don't worry about taking too long because we're
all going to rest at the top.  This trail has a few technical spots,
but mostly it's just fun riding.  I'll stop before the nasty spots to
give everyone a head's up."
      
    	The two dough boys, as Ken was beginning to think of them,
immediately started up after Sandy.  Ken normally tried to avoid
labeling people, but they were so smugly sure that they weren't going
to have any problems with this, that they were annoying him.  The
other male rider, Billy, sort of smiled at Ken, even though his eyes
lingered on Jane and started up the hill.
    
    	"I suspect that I'll be walking fairly soon," Ken told Jane. "You
should go first."
    
    Jane flashed him a grin and he was treated to the wonderful sight
of her ass in tight black shorts as she began pedaling up the hill in
front of him.  Ken didn't even try to keep up.  He was not in the kind
of shape he used to enjoy and wanted to be able to walk tomorrow.  
Needless to say, he passed the dough boys about a quarter away up the
hill.  They were panting pretty hard.
    
    	To his surprise, he made it almost to the top.  Jane, Billy and,
of course, Sandy, had made the climb, although Sandy was the only one
that didn't seem too winded.  They all smiled at him as he walked his
bike to the top.
    
   	 They rode for about an hour and Ken enjoyed almost every minute
of it.  It was a great workout and he seemed to have a natural ability
to balance the bike.  Well, his balance and physical coordination had
always been excellent.  Sandy was surprised and delighted at how he
took to the ride.  It went without saying that she also enjoyed having
Jane along.  Sandy looked at Jane, and Ken got an image of her on her
knees in front of the taller woman, slowly licking the sweat from her
legs moving toward her hairy, musky cunt.  Ken smiled and wondered
what Sandy was going to do when she found out Jane was hairless.

Sandy was soaking wet from the dual stimulus of the ride and her
fantasies about Ken and Jane.  She wondered if Jane would be turned
off by how strong she smelled after a ride.  To normal senses maybe,
but Ken and Jane could smell her sexual arousal and musk with no
problem at all.  It was intensely arousing, especially since both
women were pumping out 'please come fuck me' pheromones by the gallon.
 Ken looked at Billy and noticed that he was definitely affected by
the two women.  He didn't try for a deeper connection with Billy
because the feeling was a little unsettling.
    
    	At the first technical spot, Sandy dismounted to wait for
everyone.  It wasn't that big a deal to her, but she wanted to make
sure that no one got hurt.  Ken looked at the log she'd stopped by and
thought he could probably ride over it - hopefully with out flipping
the bike again.
    
    	He could feel the doubts from the doughboys.  Billy and Jane just
rode over it, but the two men were beginning to understand that
mountain biking was more than just riding on a dirt trail.  Still,
doughboy #1 only half listened to Sandy as she explained the best way
to ride the log.  Naturally, he dumped the bike, although not as
spectacularly as Ken had the day before, and glared at Sandy as if to
say she'd lied to him.  He hadn't seen Jane and Billy ride it.
    
    	He was pissed and embarrassed and Sandy's kind and patient
attitude didn't help.  His friend declined to ride the it and just
walked over.  Ken, drawing on his flying lesson from Friday, managed
to ride it with ease.
    
    	"Hey," said Sandy, "I thought you said you'd never done this
before."  She was glaring at him with mock anger and real lust.
    
    	"Well, I took your advice and rode some on Friday.  Trust me when
I tell you that I discovered a quick way to get airborne while trying
to go over one of these."  He grinned, "Thank the Goddess for the ol'
tuck and roll!"
    
    	They laughed, but Ken could feel the other guy fuming.  The
second technical spot was a rather sharp down hill section.  It wasn't
too long, but there as a lot of loose dirt and some rocks.  Sandy once
again stopped to explain, this time to just Ken and the other two new
riders, the best way to do this.  Jane and Billy shot down the hill,
with Jane giving a little "ye haw" as she got to the bottom.  Sandy
looked at Ken, but Doughboy #1 pushed ahead of him.  Once again, it
was clear he hadn't listened to anything Sandy had said, and dumped
the bike, scraping his leg in the process.  Sandy jumped on her bike
to go assist, but he waved her off and walked to the bottom.
    
    	Ken zipped down the hill, enjoying the feel of gravity doing all
the work.  When he stopped at the bottom the other guy was starting to
walk down the hill.  Meanwhile, Doughboy #1 was working himself up. 
He had a temper and he felt it was somehow Sandy's fault that he
couldn't ride.
    
    	"Shit, it'd be nice if you'd give a decent explanation of how to
do this," he griped.
    
    	Sandy's smile never faltered.  "I'm sorry," she said.  Ken could
tell that she really was sorry and she was wondering if her
preoccupation with Ken and Jane had caused her to screw up.  His
friend was just reaching the bottom when she said, "If you'd like, we
can try it again, and I'll see if I can figure out what happened."
    
    	"Fuck that," said the man.  "I'm already going to be limping for
a week because of you and..."
    
    	"Walt, cool out," said his friend.  "It's no big deal."
    
    	Ken could feel Walt's anger, and could tell the guy's friend
wasn't helping.  He leaned his bike against a tree and stood to the
angry man's side, far enough away to not seem threatening, but fairly
close to Sandy.  Ken watched, thinking and absorbing the situation.
    
    	"It is a big deal," he said.  "This fucking bitch shouldn't be
allowed to just..."
    
    	"I'm sure that Sandy isn't trying to hurt you," said Ken, his
voice cutting through the other man's.  Sandy was now pissed, but
before she could get the Walt's attention again, Ken moved toward him.
 He didn't think it would be a good idea for Sandy to get involved
because he could see that Walt was no stranger to slapping a woman
around.  This came through loud and clear as he focused more on Walt
and could tell what an abusive, nasty person he was.
    
    	"Hey asshole, does it look like I'm talking to you?"
    
    	"Sorry," said Ken, trying to figure out a way to keep the guy
from going ballistic.  It was certain that only Jane's restraining
hand on Sandy's arm was keeping her from exploding.  Billy looked like
he wanted to be anywhere but here.  "It looks like you're not really
having a good time anymore.  Maybe we should just continue on separate
paths?  I mean, the main path is just down there."
    
    	Walt dropped his bike and walked up to Ken.  His friend,
evidently having seen this happen a number of times, didn't even try
to intervene.
    
    	"Did I ask for your opinion?"
    
    	All thought fled from Ken and his focused narrowed to the man in
front of him.  Somehow it also widened to take in everything around
him.  He couldn't read Walt's thoughts anymore, but it was obvious
that the guy wanted a fight.
    
    	"It was just a suggestion," said Ken.  He hoped his voice was
pitched to sound soothing and conciliatory.
    
    	Maybe it was, but it didn't work.   With a, "Did I ask for your
fucking suggestion?" Walt decided to push Ken to get things started. 
Ken shifted a bit, his hands making a sort of sweeping motion and the
next thing he knew, Walt was staring at the trees, his breath knocked
out of him.  He looked a bit confused, as if he were wondering how
he'd ended up laying in the path.
    
    	His anger quickly returned and he tried to get to his feet, which
slid out from underneath him putting him back on his ass.
    
    	"Walt," said Ken, his voice devoid of all emotion.  "I think you
should stay there until we're gone."
    
    	Apparently Ken's tone of voice got his attention and Walt stayed
there as everyone but his friend rode off.  They stopped at the next
hill for a break.  Ken was desperately trying to ignore the emotions
that had been evoked from the encounter; he shoved them deep into his
brain.
    
    	Which was when he discovered that Sandy and Jane were both going
crazy with lust.  He was assaulted by the almost physical force of it.
 Sandy wanted him.  Now.  Right Now.  Jane too.  Uh oh.
    
    	Sandy tried her best to hide it, but even Billy could pick up how
turned on she was. Unlike Billy, Ken knew that it wasn't the violence
that had turned the women on.  Had he started the fight, or hit Walt
while he was down, or even gotten really violent while putting him
down, that would have completely turned them off.
    
    	But he hadn't. To them, it seemed as if Ken was their protector.
That neither of them needed protection had nothing to do with it; both
women were responding on a more primal level.  And they both wanted
him.  Now.
    
    	Ken accepted all the thoughts and energy flooding his way.  He
used it to block out thoughts of his own; uncomfortable, painful
memories that he ruthlessly pushed back into his mind as they tried to
resurface.
      
      	"Hey, look Sandy," started Billy, "Sorry about that asshole. I
think I'm just gonna split off here, OK?"
      
      	Sandy pulled herself together.  "Yeah," she replied.  "I mean,
you don't have to..."
      
      	Ken frowned.  Billy was clearly more tuned in to what was going
on than Sandy realized.  Ken focused on Billy only to discover that
the guy was perfectly aware that the two women wanted to drag Ken off
and jump his bones.  He didn't want to interfere and so decided to
ride another trail.  He was a little shaken at what had happened, Ken
knew, because most of the violence that Billy had experience with
occurred on his 20" monitor.
      
      	"Naa, don't worry about it.  He was just an asshole," replied
Billy.  He held out a hand to Ken, "Nice meetin' ya."  Ken shook the
proffered hand.  He sensed a strong flash of shyness as Billy looked
at Jane and Sandy, giving them a quick wave.
      
      	Obviously, Jane was hooked a little more deeply into Billy than
he had been, because she had a very thoughtful look on her face.  With
Billy gone, she turned to Sandy.  Ken could feel the force of will it
took for her to ignore the other woman's huge jump in lust and
excitement as she realized that the three of them were alone.  "Does
he ride with you guys often?"
      
      	Sandy, not expecting that question, had to refocus her
attention on the real world.  "Um, yeah. Once or twice a month.  Why?"
      
      	"Just curious," said Jane.  She turned her attention back to
Ken and smiled.  It was clear that Billy had somehow gotten Jane's
attention.  Ken had the feeling himself that they'd want to meet up
with him again, and evidently Jane felt the same way.
      
      	When they both turned their attention back to Sandy, she got a
little faint.  Pure lust poured through her body.  Her cunt, Ken knew,
was soaked through and if it weren't for the fact that her riding
shorts were black, there'd be a clear wet spot on them.
      
      	Sandy took a chance.  After all, she couldn't feel their lust
for her, the way they could feel hers for them.  "Hey," she said
taking a deep breath, "There's a spot not too far from here.  The
riding to get there is really technical, but there's a stream at the
end."  She paused, drawing another shaking breath.  "No one goes
there, especially at this time of year..."
      
      	Jane gave Sandy a look of unmistakable lust.  "Sounds like just
the place for a little ... relaxation."
      
      	Sandy closed her eyes and shuddered.  Yes!  It looked like she
was going to have her first threesome.
      
      	If anything, she'd understated the technical level of the
trail.  Ken ended up walking most of it, as did Jane.  Even Sandy had
to walk some obstacles and they were all hot and dripping sweat by the
time the got to the end.
      
      	It was well worth it though.  The spot was really secluded with
a lot of flat, bare rock.  The stream was swollen from runoff and as
cold as ice, so there wasn't going to be any swimming.  Ken could see
the possibilities of sunning here on a nice afternoon though.  He felt
a bolt of pure lust and turned around to see Jane and Sandy looking at
him.
      
      	They approached him as he walked from the stream and as Sandy
thrust her tongue in his mouth, Jane began to untie and remove his
shoes.  His socks, pants and underpants followed and in short order
the girls were on their knees.  Actually, Jane had the presence of
mind to push Ken's pants under Sandy's knees.  She of course, enjoyed
the feeling of discomfort that kneeling on the rock caused her.
      
      	"Oh, my God, I can't believe how huge this thing is," said
Sandy gripping the base of his cock and licking his balls with her
tongue.  She was lost in lust, but still worried that they'd figure
out that wet skin, especially skin wet with sweat, drove her nuts. 
The taste, the feel, the smells - she actually had a mini orgasm when
she pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth.
      
      	Jane caressed her hair while cradling his balls and whispered
back, "Don't you want to feel that splitting your puss?"  Sandy moaned
from the brunette's words.  "I can't wait to suck his cum out of your
pussy," Jane said.
      
      	"Oh shit, you two are so HOT.  God I want to do everything!"
      
      	"We'll take all the time you need," said Ken.  "We have all
day.  And any other day you'd like."
      
      	Sandy moaned and pushed his cock into her mouth further,
jacking the bottom of his shaft.  Her saliva dripped down his shaft to
be licked up by Jane's tongue.  They worked over his cock until he
exploded, over-filling Sandy's mouth with his cum.  Jane greedily
licked the excess from his shaft and Sandy's fingers, eventually
ending up in a cum filled kiss with the other woman.
      
    	Jane pulling Sandy to her, deepening the kiss.  Sandy moaned as
she passed Ken's cum into Jane's mouth, then sucked it back into her
own.  Ken was hooked into her feelings and knew that she was now
concentrating her lust on Jane, figuring that Ken would be out of
action for awhile.  She was wrong, of course, but Ken wanted to watch
the two women and so he removed his shirt and sat down on it.
    
    	Sandy was totally getting off on Jane's scent, the feel of her
big breasts and the taste of her mouth.  Breaking the kiss, Jane
smiled at the smaller woman, then pulled off her own top, leaving her
in only a sports bra.  Ken's cock rose as he relaxed watching the
show.
      
      	Jane sat and removed her riding shoes and socks, then stood and
slowly stripped herself the rest of the way as Sandy watched.  Ken
smiled at how Jane made it seem she was offering herself for Sandy's
use.  It was clear to Sandy what Jane was offering as well.
      
      	She was fascinated by Jane.  The other woman was taller than
her by about two inches, and well toned.  Her long limbs, very narrow
waist and heavy breasts drew Sandy's eyes along her body until it came
to rest on her gleaming, shaved sex.
      
      	Sandy moaned and moved forward on her knees.  She began kissing
and licking Jane's thighs, enjoying the heady scent of her body and
the salty taste of her skin.  Again, Jane's attitude was very
subservient as she spread her legs for her 'Mistress'.
      
      	Sandy never did make it to those slightly opened, dripping
lips.  She stood and began to rapidly remove her own clothes and Ken,
ever the gentleman, decided to help.  Sandy almost started when she
began removing her top and Ken added his hands to hers.  She turned,
looking at him and moaned as he took one of her small, firm breasts in
his hands.  Jane moved in and grabbed the damp cloth and pulled it
over Sandy's head while Ken caught a pink, turgid nipple in his lips,
sucking and pulling on it.  He knew exactly how much pressure to apply
- a lot - and just when to use his teeth on her.
      
      	They finished stripping Sandy, who then began to lick and suck
the runnels of sweat dripping down Jane's ribs from under her breasts.
 Sandy hoped desperately that Jane wouldn't be turned off by her
actions.  Jane was anything but turned off.  She was pleasing a
partner, so she was pleased as well.
            
      	"Do you like how I taste?" asked Jane to egg her on.  "I love
watching your tongue on my body."
      
      	Sandy actually whimpered, she was so turned on.  She wanted to
do everything, still hoping that they wouldn't find out how turned on
she was by the slippery taste and feel of sweaty skin.  She wrapped
one hand around Jane's breast and pushed the long brown nipple into
her mouth, gently sucking.  Unlike Jane, she didn't have the advantage
of knowing what turned her partner on.
      
      	"Bite her," whispered Ken into Sandy's ear, running his fingers
down her moist ribs.  "She gets off on it.  Bite her hard."
      
      	Sandy gently clamped her teeth on the nipple.  She liked things
rough herself, but didn't know what rough meant to Jane.  Jane showed
her appreciation by moaning and whispering "Harder, mmm, yeah,
harder."
      
      	Sandy obliged, sinking her teeth into the brown skin and
pulling, loving Jane's answering moan.  She popped the glistening
nipple out of her mouth and began to kiss, lick and nip Jane's breast.
 Finally she lifted the breast and ran her tongue over the wet skin
there.  Jane moaned louder, showing her approval for Sandy's actions
as the woman switched to the other breast.
      
      	Sandy, now lost in her lust, decided to just do what she
wanted.  If they were grossed out, then well, at least she had gotten
this far.  Ken smiled.  He knew that Jane was not grossed out, and he
was very turned on by Sandy's actions.  He wondered what she'd think
if she knew that just this morning, Jane had forced a seventeen year
old girl to piss in her mouth.  He suspected that Sandy would be
shocked, but not too shocked.  He didn't think that participating in
water sports was Sandy's thing, but he suspected she wouldn't be
averse to watching it.
      
      	Sandy moved down from the breast she was working on, then
licked around Jane's waist to the top of her ass cheeks.  She licked,
sucked and bit the firm globes, then, hoping that she wasn't going to
far, spread Jane's ass cheeks.  Jane helped by opening her legs. 
Shortly, Sandy's tongue was licking over her rosebud and sliding
through the soaked lips of her sex.  Jane was going crazy, as was
Sandy.  Sandy was trying to make her cum and Jane, of course was
trying not to.  Ken stepped in front of Jane and began fingering her
large clit.  She looked in his eyes, pleading.  Ken smiled and nodded.
      
      	"As many as you'd like until we're finished here," he
whispered.
      
      	"Thank you Master, aaaAAH!"
      
      	She came, soaking Sandy's fingers with her cream.  Sandy
continued to plunge her fingers into the amazingly tight sex.  Even
though she was crazed with lust, Sandy wondered how the hell Ken got
his cock into that small hole.  Her own cunt twitched as she thought
about watching his thick cock spear the tiny cunt as she flicked her
tongue over Jane's brown hole.   Ken moved behind Sandy and wrapped
his arms around her, pulling her away.

      	They laid Sandy on the warm rock and began to tease her.  Sandy
moaned as tongues glided over her slick body.  She really was a fine
looking woman.  Her body was very toned - flat stomach, firm legs,
awesome arms and, as Ken and Jane discovered when they got there, a
soaked pussy with nicely trimmed, dark blonde hair.  She eagerly
spread her legs as they dove into her musky sex.
      
      	Sandy didn't shave, she just kept everything trimmed.  Her
scent was driving Ken crazy, his thick cock throbbing with the need to
slide deep into her body.  He and Jane licked and sucked the thick
juices she produced, kissing over her clit, working the woman as a
team.  She came very quickly.  Jane and Ken spread her legs wide and
back and Jane attacked her asshole with tongue and fingers while Ken
sucked her clit and fingered her cunt.  One of his hands also tweaked
her nipples and squeezed her breasts.  Sandy came again, even harder,
but they didn't stop, pushing up the curve again.
      
      	Finally, he positioned himself between her legs and, as Jane
held her pussy lips open, began to slide into her.  Sandy gave a
guttural moan as his width pushed open her tight tunnel.  She wasn't
as tight as Jane, or Ally, for that matter, but she felt plenty good. 
Jane began kissing the woman, licking her neck and biting her nipples
and breasts.  Sandy also liked things rough and she was usually very
physical, sometimes to the point of bruises for her or her partner -
most of the time both.  She sank her teeth into Jane's breast while
Jane nipped the pink bud in her mouth.
      
     	 "Oh God you're huge.  Fuck me.  Give it to me.  Hard!"
      
      	Ken obliged, pistoning into her while holding her thighs in a
bruising grip.  It was all good to Sandy.  The only thing she could
have wished for would be some nice rope holding her struggling body in
place. She bit Jane again, this time on the bottom of one breast. 
Jane gasped her approval while returning the favor by pinching a pink
nipple hard between her fingers.  Sandy came twice more before Ken
unloaded into her.
      
      	Jane captured his cock in her mouth as it came out of Sandy's
cunt.  It was coated with both their juices, a thick ring of it at the
base of his still hard cock.  Sandy's hand rubbed her clit as she
watched Jane thoroughly clean the organ.  Jane had a finger in Sandy
to keep Ken's sperm from running out.
      
      	When she finished with him, Jane lay on her back and said,
"Squat over me, Sandy.  I wanna make sure I get all that cum out of
you."
      
      	Sandy's eyes were glittering with lust as she complied.  She
positioned herself over Jane's face, her slimy lips right over Jane's
open mouth, and pushed.  Runnels of sperm and her own cum oozed from
the depths to be swallowed quickly by Jane.  When no more dripped out,
she drove her tongue inside to get any that was left.  At one point,
her tongue was coated with the combined juices and Sandy moved down to
suck it into her own mouth.  It wasn't long before they were in a
sixty-nine with Jane on top.
      
      	Ken, still hard, took advantage of the situation by sliding
into Jane's tight cunt.  Sandy's eyes grew big as Jane stiffened in
response to the large organ painfully splitting her sex.  Jane was
very wet and Ken gave her no time to adjust to his entrance - he just
pushed inside.  Jane's yelp momentarily alarmed Sandy, until it was
followed by a "Thank you Master, thank you."
      
      	Ken felt Sandy's curiosity spike.  Master?  Hmmm, this had
possibilities.
      
      	As Jane urged her Master to fuck her harder, she dove her head
into Sandy's well fucked sex.  Ken obliged and told Sandy to make sure
she used her teeth on Jane's clit.
      
      	Sandy had had sex with a number of women, but Jane was the
hottest she'd ever been with.  She'd also never seen a clit this size
either.  She sucked as much of it out of its sheath as she could -
quite a bit actually, and began worrying it with her teeth.  She
assumed that Jane's clit wasn't very sensitive because it was so big. 
	She was wrong.  It was extremely sensitive and seemed to have gotten
more so in the last day or so.  Jane liked the pain Sandy was causing.
 Ken, connected to her thoughts and feelings knew she was wondering if
he'd have her pierced there.  It had always been a fantasy of hers.
      
      	Ken emptied himself into Jane as she spasmed around his
invading cock in orgasm.  He pulled out slowly and Sandy attacked the
shaft with her tongue as it emerged.  Jane was still working her own
hole and she knew that another orgasm wasn't far off.  Sandy was
having a hard time believing how hot this whole scene was.
      
      	Once Ken was clean, she went after the cum in Jane's cunt. 
Jane produced a huge amount of pussy juice, so strands of it were
dripping down onto Sandy's face and neck.  She sucked up what she
could, then pushed her fingers into Jane to get more.
      
      	Eventually Sandy was sated.  Jane and Ken were feeling pretty
good too.  They'd absorbed a fairly large amount of energy today, and
Jane was feeling it.  Ken, surprisingly, was not.  He knew that it was
there, but felt that he could handle a lot more.  He smiled as the two
women separated, panting, and he thought that his tolerance was
growing.
      
      	Sandy was exhausted, he knew, and she was wondering why neither
of them appeared to be.  Good God, had Ken really cum that many times?
 She levered herself up on her elbows.
      
      	"You're quite the stud," she said with a happy smile. 
      
     	"Why thank you Ma'am," he said in a cheesy western accent.
     
     	She giggled and looked at Jane.  "And you are fantastic! You
guys nearly killed me."
     
     	Ken and Jane arraigned themselves on either side of her and
stroked her sweat soaked skin.
     
     	"You, my dear," said Ken, kissing her lips, "are incredibly
hot."  He could taste Jane's pussy on her lips, and both the women
reeked of sex and sweat.  He found that he didn't mind at all.  He
knew Sandy didn't either, but her sense of smell wasn't as good as his
and Jane's.
     
     	They lay there for a time while Sandy recovered.  "As much as I
hate to say this," she said, "I should really be getting back."  She
groaned as they began to gather up their clothes, "I'm gonna be sore
tomorrow.  Hell, I'm sore now! That's one hell of a pole you have
there Mister."
     
     	Jane gave Sandy some completely unnecessary help adjusting her
top, causing Sandy to shudder a bit.  "I know what you're talking
about."  She commiserated.  "You can always come by tomorrow evening
and we can help you get over the soreness."
     
     	Sandy looked at them, grinning and blushing.  She was all for
it.  However, she doubted she'd be recovered by tomorrow.  "You guys
really _are_ trying to kill me, aren't you?"
     
     	"Us?  No way!" protested Ken.  "We're not into dead people."
     
     	"Yeah," agreed Jane, licking her lips.  "We like 'em alive and
kicking."
     
     	They laughed and began to head back down to the trails.  Sandy
was a lot more wobbly than she'd been before, and it was obvious she
was tired.
     
     	Ken knew she was tired and satisfied, and she was wondering if
they were serious about their invitation.  She didn't mention anything
though and they had a pleasant, if slow ride, back to the cars.
     
     	"So, when's the next ride?" asked Ken, all innocence.
     
     	"Depends on what you plan on riding," grinned Sandy.  'Yup,'
came her unspoken thoughts, 'gotta do this again.'  And what's with
that whole Master thing...
     
     End part 12

   My thanks to MWTB for the proofreading asstance.  Of course, I get
to claim any mistakes that were still left.  By the way, if you
haven't read MWTB's story "Tired of Being the Nice Guy", it's a really
excellent read.  Go Read It!

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