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Wood Nymphs
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Wood Nymphs -- Publ. in Swank's Adult Erotica, Sept., '90
The forests of British Columbia are usually cold, wet, lonely places
in the late fall, but, I put up with it for a few weeks every year to go
hunting. This year was a little different, and I discovered that the woods can
still be wet, but, not so cold and not so lonely.
I was working the woods a little further north than I usually go, and I
stayed out well past dark - not to hunt, just to scout. On my way back to my
campsite, I noticed a light filtering through the trees. It turned out to be a
small cabin with smoke curling out of the chimney. Using my best stalking, I
crept up and peered in the window, and my eyes popped out of my head.
Inside it was furnished like a comfortable den and sitting on the rug
were two devastating blondes. They were wearing nothing bu thermal underwear
that outlined their figures perfectly. One was petite with shoulder-length hair
and pointy titties poking out into her shirt. The other was taller, with long
legs and a lovely ass that stretched the material of her union shirt tight. She
had at least B-cups that rippled under her shirt when she laughed. They were
sitting in front of a smouldering fire drinking brandy from large snifters.
They were also running their free hands around each others shoulders and along
each other's backs.
As I stood there in awe, they finished their drinks and concentrated on
each other. One poked up the fire while the other poked up her crotch. Off
came the thermals and I saw the two prettiest beavers in these woods. They
were lying side-by-side stroking each others quim with both hands. But, the
speed of their movements was casual and relaxed. Drops of juice appeared on
the the lips of their pussies as their long fingernails plunged in and out of
their swollen puds.
These two wild things were so engrossed in what they were doing that
they didn't notice me move around to the other window to get a better view. By
the time I saw them again they had gotten what looked like dildoes and were
rubbing the knobbly prongs against each other's twats. By now, the pussy juice
was flowing freely, and covering the dildoes. It didn't take long for them to
turn the toys around and start easing them in and out between the damp lips. As
each one would start cumming, she wold start pumping the dildo faster in her
lover's snatch, causing her to get off, too.
They were writhing around on the rug and I was writhing around outside,
trying desperately to get into my pants and ahold of my cock. It was aching and
stiff, which didn't help. As the two horny bitches fucked each other with those
dildoes, I got one hand on my dick and helped myself out, until I fired outside
of the cabin. But when I recovered, I saw the two inside were far from
finished; and to my surprise, my cock wasn't either. It rose again as I watched
my nymphs roll over, chests heaving from climax after climax, and lick down each
other's bellies to the drenched grove below.
The slow, sensuous pace of their lovemaking from before was long gone,
and they tongued each other madly. Then the taller one got up and moved over to
the couch. She sat against it while te petite girl continued to lap at her
pussy, working first one finger then two into the cunt below her tongue. As my
cock waved in the cold mountain air the two girls went on taking turns at each
other and I jacked off two more times.
I had been outside their cabins for hours now, and my legs ached from
standing in the cold. I hadn't noticed the chill before, but now it was bitter.
So I just holstered my dick, went around to the front of the cabin and knocked.
I didn't spend any more time out in the woods that trip, but I did bag myself
two white tails.
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