The Meeting Point (15 page)

Lena bucked her hips to dislodge him a little. Want was building in her sex and she wanted to open her legs to the night. The world suddenly felt full and fecund and Lena wanted to feel the full force of the raw, fertile wilderness. She wriggled in the grass and grappled with Mae's top with one hand and Angelo's waistband with the other.

“Hey, what do you think you're doing? I'm calling the shots here, or hadn't you noticed?” Angelo pushed his weight down, pressing the women by the pelvises. They both giggled as he told them to be quiet. “I mean it. I am in control here. We have company, in case you had forgotten.”

Lena fell silent and felt her cheeks redden in the darkness. It was beyond belief, but she wanted him. She wanted to be taken now by her lover, here in the grass, and by the mewling coming from her right she could hear that Mae did too.

“I'm going to make you come together,” he said with a rawness to his voice which had Lena smiling to the roots of her hair. Dampness oozed from her heating pussy and she wriggled again, just a little, to try and ease the rising need. “I'm going to finger you both at the same time until your pretty little cunts convulse around me.”

It was shocking. It was a shocking statement, and Lena blushed at his words and at how wet they had made her. He shifted his hips and wriggled down the women's legs, sliding his palms up their inner thighs. Lena glanced at Mae whose head was tipped back in anticipation of the ecstasy she was about to receive. All Lena could think about was how different their pussies might feel. They must be different down there. It had never bothered her before, and she was angry at herself for letting these thoughts intrude on what should be a thrilling, secret finger-fuck in the grass while their traveling companions were none the wiser.

Angelo's hand squeezed the top of her thigh firmly and his middle finger probed between the fleshy cushions. Mae groaned and wriggled by her side, but Lena remained stock-still, her breath held high in her chest. All the other times, the women had been taking turns—this simultaneous stimulation was intense. What if Mae's pussy was better than hers, more juicy, or suckled him tighter, deeper, harder? Lena clamped her soaking thighs shut and Angelo growled.

“What do you think you're doing?” His voice was a low, menacing whisper, and Lena was even more confused. She was feeling ashamed and inadequate and the purring to her right wasn't helping things. Why couldn't she just live in the moment like Mae?

“Sorry, I'm just...”

“Uptight and needing to come?” Angelo dipped to her ear, his voice steady yet unbearably horny. “There will be no hang-ups here. You are my lovers. Both of you. You are both perfect. Now lie back, relax, and let me fuck you.”

He leaned in and kissed Lena very quickly and very hard on the lips. So hard that her teeth bruised into her pout. He seemed to have read her mind. His hand was still firmly clamped to her thigh and she let her muscles relax, surprised to see she sank into the grass by about three centimeters.

“That's better,” he said on a breath.

Lena let her legs flop. They were still pinned together, but without the force of her clamping shut, Angelo began to massage her. Lena could see the rhythm was the same with both arms. They were getting the same treatment. His fingers were slipping around in her flesh, massaging and kneading. It felt like her sex had become a myriad of fleshy, wet cushions being pummeled and ground. All focus was down at her center and she couldn't tell if he was inside her now or she engulfing him. She floated away on a wave of feeling stretched yet held at the same time, and liquid flowed and oozed from the very point where she began. Her entire sex felt plump, ripe, and ready. The kneading had become a pumping and thrusting, and Lena grabbed her own tits, thumbing the nipples as she rose to meet the penetrating hand of her lover.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, what are you doing to me?” Mae said, stuttering and writhing beside her. Ferocious heat was building between them all. “Fuck, Angelo, I'm coming. Oh fuck, oh fuck. What have you done to me?”

Lena felt the same as she suddenly felt her pussy open up and engulf Angelo in a shattering explosion. The moment fragmented around her and she was a convulsing mass of flesh gathering up her lovers in her embrace.

The two women lifted their upper bodies, folding in on themselves, huddling over Angelo's hands which were still firmly clamped to each of their pussies. Lena couldn't stop shaking, and Mae was right there beside her, matching each shudder.

“Wow, that was something else,” gasped Mae, a shaking hand snaking toward Angelo's crotch.

He quickly extracted his fingers and rolled up onto his haunches, relieving the pressure on his lovers' thighs. Blood rushed in and Lena's legs tingled in that hideous way just before pins and needles start.

“I'll wait,” he said, rising to standing. He held out his still wet hands to Lena and Mae. Mae took it without hesitation and hopped up beside him, kissing him lightly on the lips.

“It will be worth it,” she purred, taking the chance to run her palm over the bulge in Angelo's trousers.

Lena pushed herself to standing, still feeling shaky and a bit self-conscious. She tried to glimpse at both his hands, trying to make out which one glistened with the most lady come. She wasn't sure if she wanted it to be her or Mae. Not that this was a competition, she was just...feeling inadequate.

“We must continue a little more. Hazel says she thinks there's a forest nearby.” Deborah's words dispelled Lena's strange paranoia and she jumped up, nudging her lovers on.

“Come on, let's go find utopia.”

 

 

The sun was just rising as the group trooped into the trees. Light pierced through leaves and branches, illuminating the fecund lush surroundings.

“It's so beautiful,” Deborah whispered, fearful of breaking the spell of pure nature. She almost felt like they were intruding on a piece of magic. Something divine that they shouldn't be tampering with. “I...”

She was about to articulate her fear when she saw Mae pull her arm free from her trio and lollop off into the pristine undergrowth with no thoughts hampering her. She could see the other two were as sensitive as she about disturbing this seemingly unaffected place. What if they brought the toxins with them on their skin and belongings? She'd witnessed how quickly the cloud vapors had damaged her notebook in the lab; she didn't want to take any chances.

“Stop!” she hollered, giving herself a fright at the sheer authority in her voice. Amazing how quickly dominance could return when required.

Mae had been bending toward the bottom of a tree trunk when the command had hit and she paused. Slowly, she turned her head, still bending, and reached out to a long shoot sprouting at the base.

Deborah's heart raced. “Leave it!”

But the infuriating Mae grasped the shoot tighter in her fucking little fist.

“I said, leave it!” Deborah wanted to run up to the cocky little bitch and slap her, but she didn't want to take another step into this virgin place. Trying to remove the anger from her voice, she tried again. “Please. It's just a theory, but I'm worried we will contaminate this place. Please, let us get properly clean before we enter.”

Mae's face dropped, and she gingerly let go of the shoot and walked carefully on tiptoe as best she could with her sprained ankle right over to Deborah.

“Sorry,” she said, looking seriously as if she understood. But when she reached Deborah, she leaned in. “I know you're this big-ass scientist, so I'll do what you say this time. But don't you fucking think you will talk to me like that again and get away with it. You're not the fucking
Wasp
now.”

Deborah trembled a little. So Lena had explained the situation. She couldn't have known much about the science side. Perhaps Cheryl had told her more that she'd thought—they had shared time together, Deborah knew that.

“Listen,” said Deborah, regaining her composure as the group assembled around her just outside the perimeter of the trees. “We need to cleanse ourselves before we go in there. We can't bring any contaminants in.”

Mae looked aghast as she held her open hands out over the pile of belongings they'd hauled all the way from who knew where.

“I'm sorry. I know it sounds over the top, but I think we ought to be extra cautious. We've witnessed how quickly everything has deteriorated elsewhere. I don't want to be the cause of the destruction of this place, do you?” She looked around at the faces of her companions, and they all acquiesced. Even the charming Mae had the good grace to bite her lip and lower her eyes.

“All right,” said Mae. “But me and my lovers will need a little privacy before we give up all of our goodies.” She winked at Angelo and Lena who glanced shyly back.

“Fine. Whatever. Just do what you have to do and meet back in that clearing washed and naked. Bury your belongings as best you can and we'll all wash in the brook flowing away from the trees, okay?”

“Fine.” Mae was already gathering her treasures and beginning to stomp off. As Angelo lifted his bundle, a red fur tumbled out onto the grass.

“Wait...” Deborah ran to the fur and picked it up slowly. “Where...” She was trembling, “Where did you get this?”

If she wasn't mistaken, it was the very fur that Katja had taken from below her window at the prison. It had been her symbol of hope and freedom at the time and she could barely breathe with the strangeness of seeing it again after all these years.

“That woman who let me into the farm gave it to me.”

Deborah's heart skipped several beats. Yes, she was a scientist. Yes, she knew that. But this was an omen. A good omen. A symbol that everything had gone to plan and all would be well.

“May I?” Deborah held out her hand, and Angelo passed her the fur with an easy grace. Deborah pulled it into her face and breathed deeply. Poor Katja. She could have come, but she would spend her days waiting for her lover at the farm. Sadness washed through her for the melancholic woman, but left as she looked again at the group and their surroundings. She passed the beautiful pelt back to Angelo. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Make sure you bury it deep.”

The fractured group split up and Marcus began to undress.

Deborah looked quickly over to Hazel. “Turn away,” she said sharply and turned back to her lover.

“You okay? You've been so quiet.” Now, in the daylight, she could see how tired her lover looked. He smiled at her, but she could see the effort it took.

“Sorry, I'm just knackered, and my arm's hurting a little.” He showed her his arm where the wires protruded. There was a red swelling around the exit point which hadn't been there before.

Reluctantly, she called Hazel over. An expert in healing flora, she'd know what to do.

* * * *

“I can't believe that bitch wants us to chuck away all our stuff!” Mae was flouncing dramatically and Lena smiled, knowing that Mae actually relished the role.

“She's the scientist. She's the one who knows what's going on with everything dying around us. We should trust her.” Lena soothed Mae, watching with joy as a naughty look crossed the woman's face while she tugged a shoulder free from her top. “Besides, most of this stuff actually belonged to her anyway, remember?”

Now Mae smiled a broad, glorious smile and let her head fall back just as her top slid off, exposing her breasts to the morning air. Sunlight glanced off her nipples and Lena joined in her laughter, pulling her own top over her head. When they were both naked from the waist up, Lena sidled up to Mae.

“So are you going to get out that big, fake dick of yours?” Lena said, noticing Mae's shock.

“Hey, that's a bit forward, isn't it?” Mae seemed very pleased by Lena's attempt at talking dirty.

“It might be the last time we can use it.” Lena stepped forward and cupped Mae's breast, rubbing her thumb over the stiffening bead of her nipple, then leaned in for a long, slow kiss. Their tongues languished in each other's and Lena slid her free hand around Mae's back to where her flowing hair tickled her fingers. Her hunger for her lover was ferocious and sudden, and she ate Mae up, rubbing her back and tits as she did. Mae responded, meeting fire with fire, and Lena's pussy pulsed with desire. “Show me what's in your bag. Show me.”

“Mmm, just in time, I see.” Angelo came over from his talk with Deborah and dropped a pile of their belongings at their feet.

“Ah, perfect.” Mae bent to pick up a satchel and Lena loved the way the weight of her breasts made them bounce upward as she stooped. It was beautiful. She reached down to cup the dangling flesh, so delicate yet so full and responsive. Mae groaned a little then opened the bag. “Is this what you're referring to, madam?” She smiled as she drew out the large strap-on. Lena squealed in delight, hoping it looked like surprise.

“Oh yes.” Lena licked her lips and pulled her skirt off before taking the item from Mae. “It's my turn to fuck you now.”

She stepped into the leather strapping and practically came as it slid roughly up her skin and into place. She was sure to pull the buckles extra tight and opened her pussy lips to the gusset. She kissed Mae once on the lips then turned her around, grabbing her hair, and bent her over. She could feel Angelo's breath on her shoulders as he came up behind her and grabbed her breasts from behind. This was going to be good.

Smoothing her hand over Mae's backside, Lena caught the hem of her skirt with her nails and hooked it, tugging gently upward to expose her thighs, then ass. Mae groaned and leaned over further, grabbing her ankles. Lena yanked the fabric now, tearing and pulling it apart until Mae's bare buttocks were on display with the dark curls and her ruby red cunt peeking though, straining to be touched. Lena pushed two fingers into the welcoming, fleshy cave and scissored them to ease the opening further. Mae was so juicy, so wet, it turned Lena on like crazy.

Angelo watched from behind, his chin resting on Lena's shoulder as his hand wandered down to her backside and in between her buttocks, probing and parting the leather thongs until he found the soaking entrance to her pussy. He mimicked the motions she was giving Mae and she thrust harder, feeling very horny that she was in control of the pleasure here.

Everything either felt hard or wet, and the sight of Mae's ripe cunt had Lena on the brink already. She pulled her fingers out and spread her lover's pussy, holding open the entrance to make way for her fake cock. Lena was in heaven to watch the tip of the dildo stretch and pucker the woman as she sighed and swayed, trying to make room for the thick head.

Angelo's cock pushed in at Lena, and she shifted her feet to try and accommodate him. The fake dick inched into Mae and Lena moved her hands to her lover's hips, guiding the dildo in, as Angelo did the same to her while the leather rubbing on Lena's clit had tears springing into her eyes as she tried her best to not come. To be in the middle of her lovers, to fuck and be fucked, was just sublime, and Lena squeezed Mae's ass cheeks hard as she watched the dildo come out slick and gleaming with sex juice.

“Oh fuck, Mae. You're so fucking sexy with my big rubber dick up inside you, I want to come.” Lena fell over onto Mae's back and reached around to her lover's clit, burrowing her fingers in between the soaking lips and finding the tiny knot of sensation. Angelo eased into her about halfway then slammed his cock all the way in. “I want you to come too.”

“Yes, yes,” Mae said, her breath hitching as she mewled into her rising climax.

Lena withdrew a little, and for an awkward second, the rhythm was wrong and they lost their balance as they bumped and ground. Mae put her palms to the ground and Angelo grabbed Lena's hips, pulling her back onto him. She caught a glimpse of the dick sliding out again, puckering the flesh and pulling, stretching as she filled her lover. Shakily, they found their balance and started again, thrusting slowly but surely to a pace to ramp up the sensations. Angelo started to spread Lena's ass cheeks and it turned her on even more to imagine the sight.

“Oh yes, Angelo, watch your dick stretching me open for you while I fuck too.” She felt so wanton and horny, she wanted to be filled up and to fill. She opened Mae's buttocks and spread the juices from her oozing cunt up to the rosebud of her anus with her thumbs. Mae twitched then relaxed, allowing the tip of Lena's thumb to push in a little into the tightly puckered ring. Mae gasped a rich, low moan and Lena closed her eyes. “Fuck me in the ass with your fingers, Angelo.”

His cock stiffened further inside her, feeling like a rod of iron was thrust into her depths. Lena braced herself as he fucked her hard two or three times then spat on his fingers. He reached into her deepest private space and eased her open with his digits. It was too much. She felt so lustful and dirty about commanding her lovers to perform on her in this way, and she began to come as he corkscrewed his fingers in and out of her ass in time with his fucking. Lena's pussy began to spasm as the fullness inside her and friction from the leather blasted sensation to the very depths of her soul and she crashed her orgasm out over Angelo and into her dick as she fucked and fucked and fucked Mae until the woman was a rag doll on the end of it. She felt Angelo shoot and come inside her as he clamped his cock into her.

“Fuck. Stop, Lena!” Mae swayed back and forth, her hair fanning the grass, and Lena slowed, shaking and quivering as the orgasm subsided.

“Oh God, are you okay?” Lena shrieked as she removed her thumb and placed steadying hands onto Mae's hips. Guilt and shame threatened to spoil her high as she saw the buckled, spent woman hanging from her.

“What do you think?” Mae asked through her hair, and Lena held her breath in horror. “I've just had the best fucking sex in my entire life,” she roared, and then giggled. “I just can't fucking take any more!” She collapsed into the grass, still impaled, taking Lena and Angelo with her. Angelo slipped out of Lena and flopped onto his back while Lena pulled the thick dildo out of Mae with a satisfying slurp.

* * * *

Deborah could hear the carefree fuck noises coming just out of sight and it irritated her. Her skin was already bristling from having to ask Hazel to look at Marcus's arm. It was only now as she looked at his sunken eyes, the frail, purplish tinge just beneath them, that she realized how quiet he had been throughout the journey. Why had she not taken better notice of him? So intent on putting one foot in front of the other and nurturing her anger at having to follow Hazel, Deborah had completely neglected her lover.

“Will he be okay?” Deborah asked, unable to disguise the tremor of fear in her voice.

“I'm fine, I'll be fine. I'm just tired.” Marcus tried to give a reassuring smile, but the effort it took sent Deborah into a panic.

“Hazel, does he have an infection?” The horror of the situation bore down on Deborah. An infection without antibiotics or proper sanitation would be fatal. The swelling and redness around the wires were getting worse, and Deborah wanted to be sick.

“If we act quickly and get into the forest, we may be able to find some pine sap to apply.” Hazel's gaze was concentrated on Marcus, and she drew her hand over his forehead. “We need to get him clean and hydrated.”

The women hauled Marcus to his feet and made their way to the stream where Angelo, Mae, and Lena were goofing around naked while they tried to bury their belongings. A pang of emotion threatened to spill over as Deborah watched Angelo kicked dirt over the beautiful fox pelt. Deborah almost ran to pick it up, salvage it, save it. But the weight of Marcus on her arm grew heavier and she hoisted him up, pulling him toward the stream.