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Master Wade 113
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MRWADE.113 BY MASTER WADE
Copyright 1992
By Wade Mondegam
Girls in the Wood
Chapter Two
The cabin which would be our home for the week was in a very
remote area. To reach it it was necessary to turn from the main
highway onto a succession of other paved roads before finally turning
on the long gravel driveway that wound its way over two miles further
into the woods. There were some vacation homes in this area, two on
either side of the cabin, the nearest something over a mile away. I
knew the owners of these two homes, who visited infrequently during
other parts of the year. We would be very alone here.
The cabin itself sat on the side of a hill just above a six acre
lake. A deck ran the entire length of the cabin, affording a
beautiful view of the lake and the surrouding cleared area in front
of the cabin. The construction was entirely of hand hewn logs,
dating back nearly one hundred years. The main part of the cabin was
one large room and there had been additions made through the years to
provide nicely designed modern kitchen and bath facilities and a
large Master bedroom.
The one thing which always impressed me when I first arrived at
the cabin was also noticed by the two girls. It was so quiet there.
Even in the small town in which I live one becomes accustomed to
hearing the noise of traffic on occasions, but here in the deep woods
there was never the sound of an automobile. All one could hear was
the chirping of birds and the occasional splashing sound of a feeding
fish in the lake.
Sandra and Cindi were both impressed by the beauty that
surrounded them, and commented specifically on the quality of the
groundskeeping. They should have been impressed with that. I had
only a week before brought a crew of six men in to help me prepare
the cabin for our arrival. There were areas in the woods that I
wanted prepared as well, areas the girls had not seen yet, but with
which they would become very familiar. To accomplish all that needed
to be done it had taken my crew nearly three days of hard work. It
was worth it.
"This is WONDERFUL, Master!", exclaimed Sandra, wrapping her
arms around my neck. "I had no idea it would be this nice!"
Cindi added her approval, smiling and watching with interest as
Sandra and I kissed. Cindi loved to watch as well as to be watched,
and I knew she would get plenty of both during our time here in the
woods.
"Unpack your bags, girls," I said, sliding Sandra's arms from
around my neck. "Kathy and Janet will be calling in a bit and I'll
have to go meet them. Why don't you shower and play a bit before
they get here? I know it was a long ride."
"Mmmmmmm....that sounds lovely, Master," sighed Cindi,
immediately beginning to remove her snuggly fitting shirt and to kick
off her sandals. Neither of these girls cared much for wearing alot
of clothing, especially when they were together. That was just fine
with me.
I busied myself in the kitchen while the two delightful women
playfully stripped and showered together. They were like little
kittens when they were together, rubbing against each other, almost
purring with delight at the freedom they felt to touch and explore
each other's bodies. I knew they would shower together and that
their soapy bodies would be pressed against each other as they did
so, tits rubbing tits, lips crushing lips. I loved the giggling that
came from the shower, but I loved the quiet moments even more.
Knocking pipes announced the end of their shower, and it was
only moments later that the two little sluts came running into the
main room, naked, tits bouncing, snapping towels at each other
playfully. I stood at the island counter in the kitchen, sipping my
drink and watching with amused interest.
"You bitch!", Sandra shouted teasingly, as Cindi popped her with
the towel very close to her cunt.
"You know it, you little slave slut you...I'm YOUR bitch, and
you'll know it well by the end of the week!" Cindi popped her again
with the towel, this time her aim excellent but directed at one of
Sandra's full tits. Cindi was very good at being dominant when she
wanted to be, and I was looking forward to her playing the role of
Sandra's Mistress at times during the week. I had discussed it with
her, but Sandra was unaware of what Cindi and I had planned for her.
This time, however, there was to be no domination, but only
playful loving, and the towel snapping soon ceased as the hungry
little girls fell to the couch, their arms winding around each other,
their mouths locking in a passionate kiss.
I really love to watch two women french kiss. Not all of them
love it as much as Cindi and Sandra do, nor do many of them do it
with the enthusiasm and growing passion that they do. I felt myself
growing hard as I watched their busy mouths working, their tongues
dancing against each other, their lips opening, closing, widening and
then narrowing.
They kissed for a very long time before their allowed their
concentration to shift to other parts of their bodies. Then, almost
as if on cue, they both began to shift their bodies so that they
could open their legs to each other. Sandra's hand moved quickly
down Cindi's body, lingering only for a moment to toy with her pubic
hair before her fingers busily searched for and found her hardening
clitoris.
I moved into the main room to afford myself a better view.
Settling quietly into the over-stuffed chair directly across the room
from the couch on which they sat, I watched with growing interest as
Cindi began pinching Sandra's nipples roughly, pulling at them with
her tiny fingers, making her moan in appreciation. She was content
to leave Sandra's moistening cunt unattended for the moment, and I
smiled as I watched Sandra open and close her legs rythmically, an
only partially successful attempt to masturbate herself in some way.
Sandra continued her assault on Cindi's throbbing clit and
lowered her head to the full and hard nippled breasts being thrust
out to her by the naked girl beside her. Cindi kissed Sandra's
blonde head softly, moving her hand around to the back of her in
order to play with her ass. She moaned as Sandra's talented lips,
teeth and tongue began working on her long nipples.
"Yes, Baby...I love that...mmmmmm..you know I love that so
much!", she mewed. Her hips began rising and falling as she pushed
her clit against Sandras manipulating fingers.
"You're so wet!", Sandra whispered hotly, as she spread open
Cindi's pussy with her red-nailed fingers. "I love it when you're
wet, Cindi!"
"I know, Baby, I know you love it...make me wet..I want to be
wet for you."
Sandra knew exactly how to work Cindi's adorable pussy to bring
more and more of the pungent vaginal secretions to the surface, and
did so purposely, knowing, just as Cindi did, that she would soon be
sucking those very juices into her mouth. Every contact their bodies
made was electrifying now, but their thoughts were concentrated on
just one thing...Cindi's pussy juice. Cindi wanted to be as wet as
possible when Sandra ate her. It was naughty for her to wish that,
and she knew it. Naughty for her to want Sandra's mouth to be full
of her cunt juice. Naughty for her to want so much for her gism to
be on Sandra's tongue and lips and, in fact, all over her face.
Still, as much as her own naughtiness excited her, what really made
her juices flow was the knowledge that Sandra's mind was just as
firmly planted on those very same thoughts. There was a very hungry,
extremely content, sublimely happy, pussy-eating-slave-slut working
her way at this very moment to a spot between her legs where she
would, for as long as Cindi wished it, lick and suck and nibble at
her clitoris and outer and inner cunt lips, as if she had never
tasted anything as wonderful in her life.
With knowledge comes freedom, and Cindi's knowledge of Sandra's
naughty hungers allowed her the freedom to let her body movements and
her words work together to inflame even further the desires that were
already burning hotly within them.
"Oh, Gawd...so wet, pussy girl...so wet for you..I want your
mouth so much!" She pushed at Sandra with her free hand, almost
shoving her off the couch, as she opened her legs widely. Sandra
slid quickly into the floor, positioning herself on her knees in
front of the spread-eagled girl. Cindi grabbed her legs behind the
knees and pulled them back, offering up her sex lewdly to the
kneeling slave-girl whose nostrils were beginning to fill with the
aroma of girl-fuck as her face moved closer and closer to Cindi's wet
and quivering cunt.
Cindi threw her head back, her hair tossing, and then raised it
once more, staring into my eyes. There was a passion in her gaze
that told me more than words ever could. She liked that I was
watching, that I could see her so brazenly baring her naked sex
before me, so hungrily allowing another woman to feast on her pussy.
There was gratitude, committment, overwhelming passion and shared
excitement in her eyes as Sandra's tongue slid from between her lips
and flicked at her clitoris, touching it for the first time in weeks.
Cindi's eyes closed tightly and her head flew back once more.
"YES!!!..like that! Ohhhh...Gawd!!!" She released her legs and
pushed them straight up into the air, as her hands fell to her
heaving breasts and began mauling them, her thumbs and fingers
grabbing at her stiff nipples, tearing at them hotly.
I had only planned on watching, but the extreme passion I was
witnessing was more than I could stand. Rising, I struggled with my
zipper, and struggled once more with my cock as I pulled it from my
pants. I wouldn't bother with taking anything off, not this time.
I walked behind Sandra and slapped her ass roughly. She jerked
and cried out, but immediately rose to her knees and spread her legs
widely, aware of my desire. Kneeling behind her, my eyes locked on
Cindi's, I pressed my stiff member into Sandra's sopping wet fuckhole
and shoved it in completely. Sandra raised her head, gasping, and
turned to look at me, only to find Cindi's hands grabbing her by the
hair roughly and pulling her face back to her cunt. I pumped Sandra
steadily, fucking her from behind as she sucked and ate hungrily at
Cindi's sex. Her hand moved quickly to her slit and I felt her
rubbing her clit hard and fast, her own orgasm building at break-neck
speed within her.
"You like to watch me fuck, don't you, Cindi?", I asked hotly as
I worked my hips hard and fast, fucking my cock in and out of the
pussy eating slut between us.
"God, yes, Master! You know I love to watch you! Fuck her
hard, Master! Drive her tongue deeper into me!"
Sandra moaned loudly, the sound muffled by the spasming lips of
Cindi's flooded cunt. Her hand was flying now, her orgasm beginning
to rush through her. I felt her hips rising and falling now as she
worked her sex on my cock, squeezing me, milking me, begging for my
cum.
"Where will Master put his cum, little whores?", I asked,
breathlessly. "Who wants it? Tell Master where to shoot his fuck!"
"My mouth, Massster!!!", Cindi cried out, the passion slurring
her words. Her legs fell to Sandra's shoulder's now, inviting me to
straddle them. "Pleasse fuck my mouuth!!"
I pulled back, removing my cunt juice covered cock from Sandra's
bottom. It made a sucking noise as it was emptied, the rich juices
stringing from her cunt lips to my escaping dick. Quickly I stepped
up onto the couch, straddling Cindi's body, and pulling her head to
my crotch, immediately put my cock into her waiting mouth. Holding
her head in both my hands I fucked in and out of her mouth hotly, but
her orgasm was upon her, and her concentration lacking. I wrapped my
and around the shaft of my cum filled member and began jerking it,
stroking my hand up and down its length, the head still in her mouth.
"Ohhhmmmmph....Ohhhmmmmph.....Ohhhhmmmmmmmphhh..," Cindi moaned
rythmically as her orgasm began sweeping through her. Over and
over. "Ohhhhmmmmp.....Ohhhhmmmmmph...Ohhhhmmmmppp..." It was a lewd
sound..a dirty sound...it was the sound of a bitch in heat, a slutty
animalistic sound from deep within her, muffled by the cockhead that
was pressing against her tongue and by the flying fist which jerked
against her wet lips.
I clamped my eyes together tightly, my head becoming dizzy as I
felt the cum move through me, into the shaft, then the head, then
spewing hotly into the bi-girl's mouth. My own grunts and groans
mixed with Cindi's orgasmic strains as we came together, juices
moving into her at one end, out of her at the other. The thought of
her being a vessel for fuck brought one last stream of cum from my
jerking dick which splashed across her upper lip and her left cheek.
Feeling my knees growing weak and losing my balance, I stumbled
from the couch and sat next to the trembling naked girl, watching as
Sandra rose to lick at the cum which was now oozing down the side of
Cindi's face. When she had gathered it all with her tongue she
kissed Cindi full on the mouth again, sharing with her the fluids of
our bodies.
We held each other there on the couch for quite some time, not
speaking, allowing our spent bodies to restore themselves. Finally I
rose to clean myself, and left the two wonderful women holding each
other's naked bodies tightly. Almost as if on cue the phone rang,
announcing the arrival of our guests.
Continued in Chapter Three
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